A student in our building
The events of this story happened several years ago. My wife and I were living a quiet, boring marriage that had lasted 15 years, when one early morning a phone call interrupted our breakfast. It was my wife's school friend asking if we could temporarily host her student daughter, who, as it turned out, was studying in our city. Their dormitory was under renovation and they were crammed in, 5-6 people per room, making studying extremely difficult. We lived in a three-room apartment: one room was my study, plus a bedroom and a living room. To my surprise, my wife agreed without hesitation. At my questioning look, she immediately
said:"Well, what? She's my old friend, she's finally asked for something, we have to help!"
"Alright, if it's not for long," I agreed obediently.
The next day, she appeared on our doorstep. A blonde of average height, her name was Olga, 20 years old, slender and attractive, with a substantial chest no smaller than a C-cup and a full ass. At that very moment, I caught myself imagining her without clothes; women with an hourglass figure like hers always turned me on. My wife took the guest to the kitchen, where the table was already set. We sat down, chatted pleasantly, she shared the latest news from the backwater my wife called her hometown. I sat on my phone, browsing the results of recent matches. Then we showed her her new room, which was my study. I had moved my work laptop and a cabinet with documents out beforehand, changed the bedding on the sofa-bed, and tried to hide any compromising items as much as possible.
This went on for several weeks. I began to be plagued by fantasies about our lodger and decided, while no one was home, to install a hidden camera in my study. I set up the feed on my laptop, configured the recording, but to my disappointment, I didn't see anything interesting except that the lovely seductress sometimes strutted around my room in thin thongs. She got up with us, went straight to the bathroom, studied during the day, and in the evenings we all watched TV series together.
Everything changed with the start of the exam session. She started staying home with me all day. We'd cross paths in the kitchen, exchange news and jokes, and then go back to our own business. On one such day, I got what I had been waiting for so long. Turning on the feed after lunch, I saw her lounging with her phone in hand, one leg thrown over the back of the sofa, the other touching the floor, dangling off the edge. She was actively texting someone, and then I noticed how her other free hand began stroking herself over her panties. At first, her fingers lightly touched the fabric triangle, but after a little while, she slipped her hand inside. I watched the bulge formed by her hand and panties move, how she bit her lip and rolled her eyes. At that moment, I really wanted her to get rid of those pesky thongs so her young slit would appear, already all wet judging by the stains on the fabric. Before I could close the door and take my cock out, it was over. She tossed her phone aside, covered herself with a blanket, and dozed off.
I sat indecisively for about 10 minutes with a hard-on in my pants and decided to go all-in. I quietly approached the study, knocked, but she didn't answer—already asleep, I thought then. I opened the door; she was lying in the same pose I had last seen her in on the monitor. I slowly pulled the blanket off her, sat down near her feet, and felt the burning, intoxicating scent of her pussy. I lifted her legs onto the sofa and began slowly pulling down her panties. She stirred but didn't wake up. I ran my hand over her thighs, touched her calf with my lips, and slowly moved her leg aside. Before me opened the crater of a volcano with swollen crimson labia, a clitoris nestled in their folds, and an enticing black hole with still-damp secretions from her recent orgasm. My tongue was drawn to that abyss like a magnet; from the lower edge, it slid along the edges of her lips, the tip touched her clit, and so on several times in a circle. Then it began slowly descending deep inside and emerging with a fresh dose of her juices, which I greedily swallowed immediately. I grabbed her ass with my hands and proceeded to suck on her clit. Literally a minute later, I felt her slender fingers run through my hair and she asked through a moan:
"Why did you wait so long?"
I didn't answer. Instead, I pulled down my pants and entered her. Her body shuddered when I leaned on top of her and began rhythmically fucking her. She dug her nails into my back, our mouths met, tongues tangled. Holding her by the shoulders, I impaled and impaled that slender young body on my cock. Her swollen, hard nipples rubbed against my chest through her T-shirt, and her vagina accepted every one of my thrusts with a wet squelch. After a few minutes, she trembled; I felt something warm and sticky flow out of her. I didn't want to stop. I paused briefly to pull her T-shirt off and expose her breasts to the light of day. They were magnificent—light nipples, perfect shape. I had only seen such beautiful tits in glossy magazines. I buried my lips and tongue in them and, already feeling slightly out of breath, continued fucking this perfection. She needed a little more time for her second orgasm. She came again, and I was about to do the same a moment later, but she pushed me away, saying:
"I want you to come in my mouth!"
"God, how I want that," I replied and, standing on the floor, brought my cock to her lips.
Looking into my eyes, she squeezed it with her hands near the base, gently touched the head with her tongue, and took it completely into her mouth. Her lips formed a tight ring around the shaft and slid along it, while her tongue continued polishing my tip. Skillfully, with one hand, she squeezed my balls so I wouldn't come from the pleasure too quickly, and began bobbing her blonde head, slowly accelerating. At that moment, a shiver ran through my body, my cock began throbbing wildly, my balls hummed. She took pity on me and let me come. A powerful stream of cum erupted in several bursts, filling her mouth. She swallowed it all and, after sucking out the last drops, looked at me again. And at that very moment, I saw in her eyes that special slutty gleam, completely uncharacteristic of young ladies.
The next week we spent like marathon runners. As soon as my wife stepped out the door, we pounced on each other without wasting time. We fucked in the kitchen, the bathroom, on the balcony, and in the marital bedroom. She rode me like a mustang, and I drilled her in every position and every hole. She even gave me a blowjob during a weekly conference call. When she left for university exams, I had a little time to recover and get some work done. And at night in bed with my wife, I wanted more. I wanted to fuck constantly; it felt like I was pumped full of steroids, and I threw myself at my wife with renewed passion.
On Saturday, Olga had her last exam. In the morning, the girls were sitting in the kitchen; my wife had made pancakes, and Olya was reviewing something from a textbook. Entering, I heard the following dialogue:
"Hey, are you guys going to celebrate the end of the session?" my better half inquired.
"Probably, we'll sit in a cafe after the exam, as usual," Olya replied without looking up from her book.
"What if we have a celebration at our place?"
"Well, we usually celebrate with friends..."
"So invite them over! While you're at your exam, we'll go to the store and stock up, set a gorgeous table, then hang out, have a drink. It's been so long since we partied with young people!" The last phrase was directed at me, seeking approval, and I nodded in agreement.
"Excellent, that would be great!"
"How many of you will there be?"
"I don't know, maybe 10 people? Is that too many?"
"Don't worry, we once celebrated an anniversary with about 30 people, we'll manage somehow."
"Super! I have to run to my exam now. We'll be back around 4 then, okay? I'm off."
I sat down at the table, and a picture immediately formed in my head of a dozen students throwing a party in the style of American comedies, trashing our apartment. An hour later, we were at the supermarket. We bought enough food to last a normal family a couple of months, got a case of champagne and Aperol for alcohol, and whiskey and cola for the guys. Back home, I prepared the living room while my wife bustled in the kitchen. A little after 4 PM, a cheerful crowd of students was already at our place. Besides Olya, there were four more of her girlfriends and five guys. They immediately pounced on the alcohol. I made cocktails for the girls, the guys mixed whiskey. They shared impressions of the session, and my wife and I told stories about our student youth.
A couple of hours later, everyone was quite drunk. The game part started; we split into two teams and played charades. Then came music. I put on disco hits from the 80s and 90s, and the young people happily danced and partied to them. Closer to 9 PM, slow dances began. People thinned out, dispersing to different rooms. In the room remained me, my wife, and a few other student couples. Olya wasn't there; she had left with some guy, and I admit, I even felt a little jealous. One of the guys pulled out a pack of pills and suggested mixing half into the cocktails. I got worried:
"Listen, dude, let's not do that shit, okay!"
"Relax, bro! It's just a harmless Viagra-like thing. It's for both guys and girls, to broaden the emotional spectrum, so to speak. Have you never tried it?"
My wife and I exchanged anxious glances and noticed that the others had already swallowed theirs. I went over to that guy and also took a pill to try, broke it in half, and shared it with my wife. Without crossing ourselves, we swallowed them in sync and, continuing to drink, began waiting for the effect. I needed to pee and went out. I stood in the hallway for about 5 minutes waiting for the toilet to free up, then my patience ran out. I knocked, and a satisfied couple jumped out from there and rushed to the kitchen. After relieving myself, I returned to the living room and was stunned. My wife was sitting in the same spot; next to her, another couple was making out, but the main scene was happening by the table. The guy with the pills was sitting on a stool without pants, legs spread wide, and his girlfriend was on her knees in front of him, stroking his cock. I looked at my wife; she was sitting with her mouth open, staring intently at this scene. I sat down next to her, poured myself more whiskey, put my hand on her thigh, and began stroking it. From her reaction to my touch, I understood she was already very turned on. She turned to me and began covering my neck with kisses; her hand slipped into my pants and started stroking my cock, which grew larger and harder with each second. I grabbed my wife's hand and dragged her to the bedroom.
The room was dark. We fell onto the bed; I pulled all her clothes off, put her on all fours, and entered her. We didn't even notice there was someone else in the corner. She was already all wet, and my cock slipped inside easily, balls-deep. I slapped her ass; she liked it, and her butt playfully wiggled. I made a few more confident, deep thrusts and heard a moan, but it wasn't my wife's moan. We both turned around and, as our eyes adjusted to the dark, discovered that someone was fucking in the same position in the armchair nearby. It was too late to stop, and moans filled the room in stereo. The other couple finished; they whispered, and a minute later I saw the silhouette of a familiar naked body approaching us. It was Olya. She lay down on her back next to us so I could once again enjoy her body. She put one hand between her legs and slipped the other under my wife, starting to stroke her breasts. I saw her, licking her lips, kneading my wife's tits while looking at me, and my wife began moving more vigorously with my thrusts. Then her hand moved lower down my wife's stomach, and a moment later I felt her sharp nails dig into my balls. From the extra stimulation, my wife cried out and, with kisses, threw herself at Olya, who wrapped both hands around my wife's head. I reached for Olga's pussy and entered her with two fingers; she moved her hips. I was ready to come at that moment but couldn't—apparently, the pill's effect.
The other guy, having caught his breath a bit and seeing his girlfriend's hole was occupied, approached the other side of the bed and began groping Olya's tits. I saw his already erect cock moving above the heads of my girls. I tensed up, seeing they noticed it too. Olya reached her hand toward his cock, grabbed it, and guided it into her mouth. God, what I felt at that moment was just an explosion of emotions, but an even bigger explosion came next when Olga released his member and directed it toward my wife's lips, and she accepted this gift without hesitation. So there I was, fucking my wife from behind while some young stud fucked her mouth. It was jealousy and insane arousal, anger with pain and boundless pleasure. I felt my beloved's vagina tighten firmly, and she shook with an orgasm. Next, I switched to Olya, and the guy started fucking my wife in the ass right before my eyes.
We greeted the morning, the four of us in one bed. Everyone was very disheveled, heads were aching, but everyone wanted to repeat last night.