Sex in the Hunting Lodge

It was November outside. A strange autumn this year. In October, so much snow fell that all car owners rushed to change their tires. Good thing my summer tires were worn out, so I had to change them at the end of September. But November turned out dry and dusty. Shoes go from black to gray or brown in ten minutes.

Even though it was Monday, the day wasn't heavy. Plus, there's no work tomorrow, so a legitimate day off. My wife works not far from home, at a shopping mall, I only need to pick her up around nine in the evening, and it's still five now. I sat down at the computer, opening my secret page on VK. Why, you ask? It's simple. Yulia and I have been married

for five years, and though we're still young, the sex isn't as passionate anymore, and I started looking for it on the side. But not just a mistress. Even before my wedding, I sometimes met with couples, and it was very exciting to fuck other men's wives in front of their husbands. I thought after marrying Yulia I'd settle down, but it didn't quite work out. Of course, it's not right to blame my wife, but she thinks oral sex is something dirty, and I adore blowjobs. What to do? That's the eternal question. So I decided to create a profile for that search, to fully relax maybe twice a year.

As always, I was browsing messages, which mostly contained photos and requests to rate their girlfriends, wives. Even five years ago, many knew what swinging, partner swapping was, but few suspected the existence of cuckold and sexwife themes, and now it feels like a third of the country wants to watch their other half with someone else. But it's better for me, though few are ready for real action. Then a message arrived.

— Hi, where are you from?

— ... a.

— Damn, my wife is in... e.

— So I'm less than an hour away by car, and does she know about your desires, and where are you?

— Write to her in private messages, she's waiting. I'm far away. As agreed?

— Not yet, I sent her a photo, she's looking, deciding probably.

— You better take a picture of your dick and show her.

— Sent it, but she just went offline for some reason. By the way, what does she like in sex?

— I called her, she'll free up now, look, and write. In sex, she likes everything. Absolutely everything. Doesn't like anal, though, but sometimes she gets whims and wants it. Great blowjob, and fantastic in sex.

— Okay, what about sex with a condom?

— Well, we have an agreement with her, even blowjobs with a condom, but she complains she wants oral without. If everything's okay, you can agree, I have a small condition—you'll record on your phone how she sucks and how you fuck her. Only she, you don't have to be in the frame, well, just the dick, of course. She'll send it to me, okay?

— Okay, I'll record. So, maybe a little blowjob without?

— Well, you need to agree with her, I'm not against it. If you agree, don't cum in her mouth, she doesn't like that. Okay, you persuade her, I'll step away for now.

That's how it happens—you sit, look, not a single normal message, and here a guy is pushing his own wife. I immediately wrote to her too.

— Hi, are you from... a?

— Yes, and where did you find me?

— I didn't find you, your husband found me. Says you're far away now, and you lack male affection.

— (Embarrassed smiley). Wow, what a setup. Send your photo, I want to see.

— Okay, I'll send it now. Look. I'll ask a bit about sex. As I understand, your husband is far from you, but he allowed you to find a lover.

— Exactly

— Honey, there's another photo here. — I send a picture of my dick.

— (Embarrassed smiley) Can I have more?

— Want to admire it?

— I'm a modest girl.

— Means you're fire in sex.

— Where do you get such knowledge.

— Experience.

— Let's meet today. Here's my number, call in ten minutes if you're ready.

It turned out even faster to agree than with the husband. Seems he's been gone a long time, a geologist, maybe. Car unwashed, myself slightly unshaven. I'm going anyway, if I start thinking now, most likely everything will be postponed. Called my wife, said that Misha called, invited me to the sauna. She answered that then she'll go to her mom's, if we finish before midnight, pick her up, if not, she'll sleep there. My heart, of course, twinged, I don't like lying, always tell only the truth. Twice a year I lie about this. I think that's why she believes me.

Ran to the store, bought some soapy-rubbery supplies, chewing gum. Damn, still scary. Already twenty minutes passed, can call calmly now. Was that the right number, didn't remember well. Chatted a bit, clarified again that I'm coming. Said I'd be there in a little over an hour and left.

A little over an hour later, I arrived in her town, stopped in a more convenient spot, calling.

— Hi again, were you waiting for me?

— I called you, you were unavailable, thought you weren't coming anymore.

— Just bad connection between cities, — but I'm on edge myself, could it be a scam, though the virtuous part of my soul screams, go home to your wife, but the other whispered. — I didn't come to you for nothing, sweetie. Where should I come?

— Okay, — after some silence she answered—after the bus station, turn at the 5th intersection and stop immediately, I'll come.

Drove up, waiting. Weather is stupid, of course. In the car with the heater on it's hot, but if you get out to walk, it's freezing. She's still not here, anxiety doesn't go away. Thoughts start creeping into my head—what if she's a clonidine scammer, or specifically exposes unfaithful husbands. What a coward, I think to myself, enough, everything will be fine.

Peering into the street. Not many streetlights, so it's dark. Very few silhouettes, trying to pick out female and young ones. Trying to dial her number. Doesn't work, connection for some reason is bad in another city. Another twenty-thirty minutes and I'm going home, nothing to wait for.

And yet she appeared. I haven't described her yet, and didn't say her name. She was an Eastern beauty, with the name—Amina. Immediately visible from the girl that she's from the south or one of the parents. She was not tall, a little over one meter sixty. Long, slightly curly black hair. Dark eyes, simply mesmerizing and burning with beauty. Her figure was miniature—narrow shoulders, small waist, small but quite rounded butt, slender, though not long legs in blue jeans. Her breasts, as I saw only later, were quite large for her build. Used to if a girl is very skinny, then no more than a B-cup, though I don't argue, exceptions happen. And breasts aren't the main criterion for me. I like more how a girl looks from behind, and if she's on all fours, it just blows my mind. I see her standing, hesitating, afraid or shy to approach, I go myself.

— Hi, Amina?

— Yes, and you're Denis?

— Yes. Get in the car. it's chilly.

As a gallant gentleman, I open the door for her, help her sit, then myself.

— Sweetie, I was in a hurry here, completely forgot to buy condoms, is there an all-night pharmacy nearby.

— How could you? Though yes, there is, we'll drop by a shop too.

Judging by the clinking from the bag—two bottles of champagne, judging by the white label—Bosca. Yes, girls love that soda, though I'm a sweet tooth myself, can't start with vodka, usually at least with a "screwdriver".

— Why didn't you take me with you and now where? Are there decent hotels nearby?

— Sorry, just I work not far from here, anything can happen—acquaintances or girlfriends, and here you're like a taxi. Where to go, I don't know myself, here my husband sends suggestions, but I don't like them. He'll come, we'll rent an apartment, then maybe at our place.

— What, we haven't even slept yet, but ready for a second meeting? — I smirk, running my hand over her thigh for the umpteenth time.

— Yes, you're cool. Very similar to my husband. Let's go, there's a tourist complex not far from the city.

— No problem, show the way.

Just five minutes and we're there. I walk to the house. everything is wooden, beautiful. Time is already late, past one, but I think they still accept people 24/7. From the balcony on the second floor, I hear a male voice.

— What do you want?

— To book a room. Available?

— Go to the administrator.

What a guy, not a man, but who knows. Either a gamekeeper or a guard, all he lacked was a rifle aimed at my head. Entering, I learn there are rooms, but with a shared bathroom on the floor or a small cottage, which even includes breakfast. Without thinking, I take it, not running down the corridor with bare buttocks. Parked the car, and that gamekeeper leads to the cottage.

It was, of course, not quite the whole cottage, but a part, with a separate entrance. First, a small hallway. Where we undressed. A spacious living room with a table and sofas, also a combined toilet with shower here. Along the wall, some kitchen utensils. Next to them, stairs to the second floor where the bed stood.

Settling on the sofa, I poured champagne, deciding to drink a bit for mood.

— How did you decide on such an experience? — I asked.

— To be honest, my husband suggested it. He often leaves, says that from long abstinence I start fucking with his brain. And I'm just like that, I often endure. And it's cool for me, there's a chance to fuck with others.

— So how often such meetings?

— Do you only meet in this format?

— We want to try MFM when he arrives, if you mean that, but for FMF, I don't agree. If I find out my husband cheats—I'll kill him. Though I don't know what he does on business trips.

So during the conversation, the first bottle of sparkling wine was killed. Caresses, kisses, small sexual games began. Parted with T-shirts and only now noticed that Amina's breasts are also quite an asset. Breaking free from my embrace, she ran to the shower. While she washed, I played it safe, hid the keys to the cottage. Undressed to my underwear, my dick was already hard, really wanted this girl. She came out wrapped in one towel. I could barely restrain myself from pouncing on her and fucking her right on the table. I ask her to show something, so I can wash faster. This hooligan knelt on the sofa, lifting the towel up. As if she sensed what I love. Arching, her butt appeared, with her pussy. Just flew into the shower stall, to get back to her faster.

Coming out, she was sitting the same way, on the sofa, playing quiet music through her smartphone. I nod upstairs. Amina, smiling at me, wiggling her butt a little, walked up the steps. Without thinking long, firmly grabbing the edge of the towel, I pulled it off her. Squealing slightly and flashing her firm butt, she ran to the second floor.

When I came to her, she pushed me onto the bed and climbed on top. Quietly, gently started kissing my neck, chest, stomach, going lower to my dick. Smiling into my eyes, she ran her tongue over it. I have quite a large foreskin and Amina, without any shyness, took it into her mouth, sucking. With her lips lowering it, exposing the head. Even though we didn't specifically agree that the blowjob would be without a condom, but now we both wanted it exactly that way. She started taking it deeper into her mouth, lips sliding along the shaft. It was visible Amina was enjoying her actions herself. Didn't forget about the balls, sometimes kissing them, trying to envelop them with her lips, adding her tongue, sometimes taking one, then the other into her mouth. Glancing at me, the corners of her mouth spread into a smile, seeing the pleasure she gave me. She worked her mouth for a long time and it's hard to describe everything, as I closed my eyes and just enjoyed, and the feelings I experienced were simply magical.

Taking a condom from the nightstand, she put it on me herself. Decided at first not to interfere with her desire to sit on it. Her fragile body slowly impaled itself on the dick. Moving her hips faster, trying to take it all the way. Her large nipples jumped with her body. I grabbed her breasts with both hands, stroking or squeezing them. But still in this position, I often cum quickly, so hugging her, I turned her onto her back. Here's my element, one of two, but about that later. Spreading her legs apart, I started penetrating. Not tight, spitting on my hand and running it over the dick, wetting the latex. The second attempt was more successful, the dick plunged into her cave. Slowly accelerating, I fucked the girl. Amina moaned sweetly, biting her lip. Tried to penetrate as deep as possible, moving inside her body. Those who think the missionary position is boring just don't know how to fuck. Here you can lie on your partner, pressing with your body, and on your elbows, and just straighten up, fucking with legs spread, you can put one or both on your shoulders, or both on one shoulder, spread legs straight or bent at the knee, holding them, also lift by the waist and fuck slightly suspended. A couple of minutes and change, a couple of minutes and another. That way it's hard to cum quickly and the girl gets off. That's roughly how I played with her body, plus the condom didn't let me cum quickly. Too bad I couldn't see if Amina was cumming, yes she moans and screams, but maybe just approaching her peak. Here she finally raises her eyes to me.

— Maybe we'll record a video? — she asks.

— Okay, let's.

She took her phone, setting up the video, handed it to me. Though there was some gloom, the silhouettes were clearly visible. I turned on REC. Amina knelt before me again, enveloping with her mouth first the head, then the dick. Trying to film close-up and in the light. Interesting thoughts came to mind, immediately started implementing them

— Do you like my dick? — I asked directly on camera.

— Mmm-hmm. — at first surprised, but accepting my game, Amina answered.

— Like sucking it, sweetie?

— Mmmm… yes

— Is it better than your husband's?

She laughed a little, but couldn't say anything. I turned off the video.

— What happened?

— Well, I'm shy. I can't say that, and wasn't ready for such a question.

I turned the video on again. Now I asked questions that only concerned me