The appearance of the three was no coincidence — 5
At the appointed hour, a taxi picked them up. The brothers settled in the back seat. Dasha was seated between them, and Max sat in the front passenger seat. They drove for about ten minutes, stopping in numerous traffic jams. Suddenly, accidentally glancing at the mirror above the dashboard, he saw his wife's head tilted back, her legs spread wide, thrown over the knees of the new acquaintances. One had his hand under her top, teasing her nipples, while the other had slipped his fingers inside her, moving aside the thin string of her thong. Loud music was playing in the car, so no sounds could be heard from the back seat, but the sight aroused Max intensely. His head spun from his wife's slutty state, but it only made him
want to see more. Finally, the car stopped at the right building, and we all got out together. Dasha quickly composed herself and followed us. I only managed to ask quietly:"Are you okay?" She nodded:
"Fine," probably thinking I hadn't seen anything in the car, since I hadn't turned around once during the entire ride.
Going up to the second floor, we found our room. Everything was standard for such places—a wide sex-bed, covered with very erotic purple lingerie, two nightstands, two armchairs, a table. Behind the door were a toilet and a shower...
The guys started unpacking what they had brought from the bags onto the table, Dasha went straight to the shower, and Max inspected the bed, testing it for sturdiness—would it withstand the pressure? But the bed had long been reliably tested; how many such companies had been on it! And then Dasha appeared before our eyes, fragrant with the scent of soap and perfume, in very erotic white lingerie and stockings, on thin stiletto heels. Even Max, who had lived with her for over 20 years, involuntarily gaped. As for the guys? They froze in a silent scene, still bent over the table.
"What's wrong, boys? Carry on," Dasha cooed, playfully tossing her head. Max, shaking off his stupor, trudged to the shower, leaving his beauty alone with the two males. About ten minutes later, drying himself with a large fluffy towel, he came out and was even more stunned than before. In the room, his wife was sitting in an armchair, her feet on the armrests. Her panties were already off, and one of the brothers was licking her. Her hand with a champagne flute was thrown to the side, and with her other hand, she was pulling the second brother closer, kissing him passionately. "It's begun!" Max thought joyfully. And indeed, he had been afraid his wife would change her mind and call it off. But so far, everything was smooth. Sitting down opposite in the second armchair, he began to watch the trio with interest. The guys quickly shed their clothes, tossing their things right onto the floor as they went. And now Oleg stood completely naked with an erect cock. Dasha's hand placed the unfinished drink on the table and reached for him. Max felt a slight unease, wondering where his wife got such desire and experience? But then he remembered the hours spent watching group sex videos and subsequent discussions of the smallest details. Maybe it was from there?
"Darling, I want double penetration..." It should be said they had already practiced this with a dildo, so, in principle, it was familiar, especially with such wild excitement clouding her mind, filling it with the boldest thoughts. She obediently nodded her head, continuing to suck his cock.
Max stood at Igor's feet, and Dasha leaned slightly forward, offering her beautiful ass. Oleg's cock remained in her mouth. Max spat on his hand, lubricated the entrance with his fingers, feeling the movement of the other cock inside. Now, wetting the head with saliva, he pressed it against his wife's dark spot and began pushing it in with effort. Under such pressure, the head slipped in, and then went deeper. Dasha moaned incomprehensibly, whether from pain or from joy and pleasure. But there were no decisive protests, so everything was going normally for now. Max began thrusting into her ass, feeling the movements of the other cock in her vagina. He had never experienced such sensations before! An orgasm immediately washed over him, and he came right in his wife's ass. They had agreed beforehand that he could come anywhere and anytime, but the guys shouldn't come IN her, only ON her. Feeling her husband's orgasm, Dasha immediately came herself, violently and loudly, triggering a chain reaction in both brothers. First, the bottom one, pulling out his cock at the last moment, shot upward, splashing Dasha's crotch and hitting Max. And then Oleg discharged right onto her face, thickly covering it with cum. All four collapsed onto the bed, catching their breath. After catching his breath a bit, Max whispered in her ear:
"How was it, darling?" She just moved her lips in the cum:
"Awesome!"
After their righteous labors, freshening up under the shower, everyone sat together at the table, drinking beverages and snacking on fruit. Playfully glancing at each other, they shared first impressions of this intimacy, expressed new plans, positions, and combinations. Igor had already shared with his brother the sensations of being intimate with Max, so the latter was looking at him with unmistakable, lust-clouded eyes. Finally, after snacking, smoking, and chatting, they decided to continue their sexual exercises. Now they agreed that the brothers would take the spouses simultaneously. Max lay on his back on the spacious bed, and Dasha was placed on top of him in a 69 position. Max pressed his mouth to the obligingly offered crotch and began passionately pleasuring his wife. Meanwhile, she engulfed his risen cock, greedily polishing it in her mouth with her tongue, moving it from one cheek to the other. With his hands, Max spread her buttocks to ease his access to all intimate places. The guys stood slightly aside, admiring such family idyll and stroking themselves, preparing to join this new game. Finally, Igor was the first to lose patience. Quickly climbing onto the bed, he knelt over Max's face, positioning the head of his tense cock at Dasha's vagina. Max had to free the entrance and only lick her clitoris. He could clearly see how the guy's cock easily entered his wife halfway, how he tensed slightly and pushed it further, pressing against her pubic bone. Dasha involuntarily cried out from such pressure but then began obligingly meeting the movements of the stranger's cock. Max watched the movements inside his wife's dripping womb a bit longer and then pressed his tongue again, now boldly covering not only the clitoris and lips but also the guy's cock and balls with his tongue. A moment later, he felt his legs being lifted and spread apart. And then a hand touched his anus, warm fingers gently caressing the entrance and generously lubricating it. Then two fingers slowly penetrated, stretching the tight sphincter resisting this intrusion. After a couple of minutes, getting used to the foreign guest inside, the anus relaxed and was ready to accept any object. Dasha released her husband's cock from her mouth and took Oleg's. Already twitching from excitement, it stood literally like a rod. She pulled it out of her mouth and pressed the head, abundantly lubricated with her saliva, to her husband's anus. Oleg pushed, leaning forward, and the head entered, stretching the opening. Dasha admired the sight, then grabbed Oleg's buttocks with her hands and began pressing, causing his cock to go deeper and deeper. She took her husband's cock in her mouth again and began sucking, loudly smacking. So the brothers began conscientiously working, pleasing the spouses and themselves. Everyone felt good, everyone was in seventh heaven. Suddenly, Max intercepted Igor's cock with his hand and directed it into his wife's ass. The wet cock obediently entered her, and the guy continued his movements.
Numerous orgasms shook the woman's body. She rhythmically moved her ass, trying not to let the cock slip out, greedily swallowed her husband's cock with her mouth, and with wide-open eyes watched as a stranger's cock entered his ass. The excitement was beyond limits. New and new waves of bliss washed over Dasha again and again. Finally, Igor, unable to withstand such intensity, discharged into her ass, letting out a long, sweet moan. A minute later, his softened, wet cock slipped out, and a thin stream of flowing cum appeared. This aroused Max so much that he felt a furious surge of passion and immediately came in his wife's mouth, moaning like a wounded bull. Oleg, seeing such an ending, also didn't miss the chance to finish, sharply pulling out his cock, right onto Dasha's face. For a few more minutes, all four lay in a heap, unable to recover from the intense orgasm. Pressed tightly together, each felt the nervous tremor of their partner, transmitted from one body to another. Max was the first to come to his senses and hurried to the shower; his wife followed and pressed against him under the streams of warm water. She passionately kissed and hugged her husband, warmly thanking him for such a celebration. He was no less grateful to her. Finally, after washing, they came out, yielding their place in the shower to the brothers.
The wonderful evening was drawing to a close. The satisfied and content participants of this sexual carnival parted ways, to meet again after some time.
Already at home, Max and Dasha, lying in their bed, caressed each other, recalling details aloud, sharing impressions, and doing so so frankly, without any shame, as if they had been doing this all their conscious lives. Dasha was very interested in her husband's sensations during intercourse with a man. She had seen everything, but hearing it from her beloved was even more pleasant. And he was very pleased that it aroused her so much. They fell asleep well past midnight, tightly pressed in close embraces, as if they had returned to their youth and the first days after their wedding.
For about three days, they tried to remain calm, not to recall the meeting, but they couldn't hold out longer. Dasha was the first to break and dialed Igor's number. He responded eagerly, but couldn't offer a quick meeting, citing busyness in the near future. A day later, his brother called back and suggested meeting in an expanded format, i.e., besides them, another pair of girls. An absolute opponent of lesbian relations, Dasha immediately flatly rejected such an offer and threw the phone. And so their relationship ended, barely having begun, but leaving sweet memories and sensations.
They never managed to find worthy partners, so the wife completely forbade even thinking about such meetings.
Since then, Dasha suddenly became withdrawn, flatly refusing new partners. Now the word "group" in the family acquired a new derogatory meaning and was erased from their lexicon. Even hinting about it in her presence was impossible. Max suffered both for his wife and from desire, but could do nothing. And so the idea was born to meet secretly from his wife, which he has been doing for a couple of years now.
He finished his story, and in the hanging silence, only the steady ticking of the clock and your breathing next to my ear could be heard. We were still experiencing the passions in the hotel, as if participating there...
The silence was broken by Max's voice; it was time for him to get ready to go home. We warmly said goodbye and saw our guest off. Under the impression of this meeting, we lay down next to each other again, somehow silent and very thoughtful. Probably both of us were reliving both the vivid sexual episodes and the no less vivid stories of the past. You trustingly laid your head on my shoulder and whispered hotly in my ear: "Darling, your story really turned me on. Was there no continuation for you?" Without even straining my memory, I mentally returned a decade back and quietly began to reminisce...