Second wife

In my life, I have managed to experience a great deal. Life in a dormitory teaches you the prose of life quickly and inexorably. It teaches you domestic, social, and sexual intricacies. By my fourth year, I realized I had grown weary of the idyllic life in a hut. I wanted to gain reliability and certainty in my future life. At the same time, the prospect of becoming a simple gray mouse and spinning in equally gray mundanity did not appeal to me. Nature had endowed me with decent looks, and I zealously maintained them in the best possible condition. Many guys from the institute sought my favor. I am not a nun, and I enjoy having sex, so some of my admirers

were granted my attention and my bed. But the romance of relationships faded quickly, and besides simple sex, these guys couldn't offer me anything. Monotony becomes tiresome. So it was with my admirers. Their attention, of course, flattered me, but I wanted something else—more extravagant. I sent away another institute Casanova and began to think about my future. I poured out my thoughts and reflections in chats, seeking support and advice. A heap of advice poured in—try this, try that. Suggestions involving "sado," "maso," and other "-isms" I rejected immediately and unconditionally. I didn't want to participate in a simple group thing. There, I would have looked like just another naked body for arousal and ejaculation. Of course, I could have tried, but that's not what I was looking for. The hint came unexpectedly and from another direction—someone leaked a website address to me. The message said that everything there was honest, clean, and confidential, and you could find anything you wanted, but you had to register, and "fake stuff" wouldn't pass. A strange sort of message. Naturally, I went there, but I didn't get past the promotional page, which stated that the site was intended to help with intimate relationships. I had to register, become a club member. I was warned that if I was driven by pure curiosity, I shouldn't waste my time or theirs.

When Lena and Valera entered, I recognized them immediately. The photograph conveyed their appearance quite accurately; apparently, it was taken by either a professional or a talented amateur. They noticed me quickly too, came to the table, and greeted me. Valera kissed my hand, which was pleasant. We sat for about two hours, questioning each other, telling our personal stories, laughing at jokes, and sizing each other up. I liked them: no tension in their relationship with each other, they showed genuine interest in me, the conversation was intelligent, without modern trendy phrases. What amazed me was that Lena looked at me with the same attention as Valera. All of this aroused me greatly, and when Valera suggested we spend the weekend together, starting tomorrow, I agreed. We arranged that Valera would pick me up in the evening and take me out of town, where Lena would be waiting, having prepared everything. They drove me to the institute dormitory, where we parted. I flew up to the third floor as if on wings and burst into my room. Thank God, Marinka wasn't there, so I didn't have to explain what was happening to me. And my soul felt light, everything was singing and rejoicing. What I had been expecting and hoping for was beginning. And it would happen very soon. Tomorrow.

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Valera arrived exactly on time. I was already waiting for him and kept glancing impatiently at my watch. Before that, I had spent a good three hours getting ready for this date. I needed to be pleasing in every respect, starting with my dress and makeup, ending with my underwear. After all, by all accounts, I would be showing off both in it and without it, and this transition was expected to be thrilling and arousing. Everything was subjected to close attention and preparation. As a result, I stood in front of the dormitory ready for a "Miss Universe" beauty pageant. My efforts were noticed immediately. Valera got out of the car and came towards me, saying:

 — Natasha, you look wonderful today, — and, as the first time, kissed my hand.

 — Thank you, — I somehow became embarrassed.

 — I hope your beauty will outshine all the stars tonight.

 — That's strongly put, but I don't mind, — I began to flirt.

 — Then please, have a seat.

He opened the front door and helped me into the car. When he settled into the driver's seat and the car doors separated us from the street, I felt the beginning of intimacy. A handsome man, soft upholstery, semi-darkness, isolation from others. My breasts swelled, goosebumps ran over my body, an ache began in my groin. I expected him to either kiss me or start caressing me now, and I was ready for that development. But Valera took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.

 — Lenochka, it's me—Valera. We're leaving. Natashenka looks simply charming. I think you'll like her too. Good. We're on our way.

He didn't make advances, didn't take advantage of the moment, and I liked that. Even though we planned intimate relations for this evening, the agreement involved three parties. Valera was fulfilling his obligations. I was grateful to him for that. The engine purred almost inaudibly, the car moved off smoothly and merged into the evening traffic.

 — Lena is waiting, — he informed me. — She says she's prepared a surprise. You're not against surprises, are you?

 — Only if they're pleasant.

 — As far as I know Lenochka, it should be a pleasant surprise.

The car glided along the ribbon of the road, maneuvering in the flow of its brethren. Valera asked about my affairs, and his voice wasn't indifferently neutral, as it usually is with strangers talking to you for the first time who are completely uninterested in what you answer. I felt more and more comfortable with this man, who gave me genuine attention. I even managed to relax and assume a casual pose on the seat. We drove through the gates and approached a two-story cottage. Valera got out of the car and helped me out.

 — Please, — he offered me his arm to lean on. Naturally, I took advantage of it. He led me like a queen and brought me into the house.

 — Lenochka! We're here. Greet our guest.

 — Hello, Natashenka, — she rushed out of the room to meet us.

She was dressed modestly but tastefully, with minimal makeup, yet this did not affect her beauty.

 — Oh! You look magnificent. Come, let me look at you while Valera puts the car in the garage.

She took me from her husband and led me into the room. We entered the living room, brightly lit by electric light. My eyes were immediately drawn to a low table standing near the sofa, laden with beautifully arranged delicacies and drinks, both non-alcoholic and alcoholic. Lena had prepared for our meeting, creating an appropriate atmosphere. The curtains were closed, and candles stood on the table, waiting for the moment to replace the chandelier and turn the bright light into semi-darkness.

 — You're simply beautiful, — Lena examined me, not letting go of my hands. She led me to a mirror hanging on the wall, holding me by the waist.

 — Today you will be the most delightful among us.

 — If I had dressed the same way, Valera would have gotten confused between us, — Lena joked meanwhile. — But we'll make up for that later, won't we, Natasha?

 — Yes, — I agreed, feeling a bit constrained next to this woman.

 — You're a wonder, — she hugged me tighter and kissed me on the cheek.

This simple, non-committal kiss made my being tremble. I had learned what female caresses were in that same dormitory, and now I understood that Lena was not at all against engaging in them with me. It seemed to me that the initiator of the new relationship in their family was Valera. That would have seemed natural: a man wants not one, but two women. Now it seemed to me that their decision was mutual, and therefore, there would be no friction between us—Lena and me. This thought added more fuel to the fire of my arousal.

 — Girls, I'm back, — Valera's voice rang out.

 — And we're waiting for you, — Lena turned around. — Take a picture of us, — she asked her husband.

While Valera went to get the camera, we stood together, not changing our pose, pressing against each other side by side. I felt the warmth of her body, the soft touch of her hand on my waist.

 — We need to have a memory of your beauty today, — Lena said, simultaneously adjusting my curls.

Valera returned. He took several photographs, and we posed together in front of the camera.

 — Let's sit down, — Lena finally commanded. — Natasha in the middle.

We sit on the sofa in front of the table. I'm in the middle, Lena on the right, Valera on the left. He opens a bottle of champagne, she lights the candles and turns on the TV, where another pop star is performing a song. The sound is low—a pleasant background. Valera poured the golden, gas-bubbling liquid into glasses and turned off the light. We were enveloped in semi-darkness.

 — To our meeting, — Valera proposes a toast, and we drink from our glasses in unison.

Lena starts slipping me treats and feeding them to me. I have to pay attention to the food. It should be noted that it was prepared deliciously, and I didn't need much persuading, especially after our student fare. Our hands constantly touch. We also constantly press our bodies together, as we are sitting very close to each other. Valera fills another glass.

 — I want to drink to brotherhood with Natasha, — Lena declares.

 — Natasha, are you against it? — Valera asks me.

 — I want to too, — I gather courage and look openly into Lena's eyes.

Sparks have already lit up there. We cross arms, drink the contents of our glasses. Lena presses me against the back of the sofa and we kiss. The light touch of warm, soft lips, the touch of a tongue, its inviting persistence, make me open up. My tongue rushes to meet hers, and we begin to play. Moreover, I feel the pressure of Lena's breasts on mine, and this starts to arouse me. A shiver of excitement runs through my body. At this time, a cautious hand rests on my knee and begins to stroke my leg over the fabric of my stocking. Instinctively, I spread my legs, inviting it inside, which the hand was quick to take advantage of. It caresses the inner surface of my thighs, going under my dress and touching the exposed part of my body. Languor envelops my body, and I relax under the onslaught of my partners. Lena is replaced by Valera, who begins to kiss my parted lips. Lena doesn't remove her hands but lowers them to my breasts and gently strokes them. The mischievous hand on my thigh has already reached my panties and is caressing my pubic mound through the fabric. That's when I realized I had reached that boundary where bastions fall. If there had still been a chance to refuse all this, it was lost, and I only had the desire to surrender to the caresses of these hands, lips, and tongues.

 — Girls, isn't it time to change location? — Victor asks.

The meaning of his words reaches me with difficulty, but Lena reacts quickly.

 — First, the surprise.

 — So you did prepare something after all, — Victor states, continuing to stroke my thighs. It was his hand that had penetrated under my dress.

 — I warned you, — Lena jumps up from her place and takes two boxes from the nightstand. She hands one to me, — This is for Natasha, and this is for me.

The excitement subsides a little, and I can now react adequately. I open the box and take out a silk, snow-white kimono with regal herons. At first, I thought it was a robe. Valera was of the same opinion.

 — A beautiful robe, — he noted.

 — Kimono, — his wife corrected him.

 — Wow, — he was amazed. — What are you up to, dear?

I would also like to know. We both look at Lena impatiently, waiting for an explanation.

 — Natasha and I will turn into geishas and entertain our man, — she flirts in turn.

 — I'm in, — Valera agrees. Now they both look at me questioningly.

If you call yourself a mushroom, you have to get into the basket, that is, into the kimono.

 — Okay.

 — While we transform, — Lena commands, simultaneously lifting me from the sofa, — our precious man will gather and deliver reinforcing drinks and snacks upstairs.

 — I hear and obey, — Valera made a sour face.

It was funny, or maybe what I had drunk made me cheerful. The last barrier fell, and I felt cozy and comfortable among these people. Now I was ready for anything, even for this kimono idea. We rushed upstairs with the boxes in our hands, as it turned out, to the bedroom.

 — Come on, get changed quickly, or he'll finish quickly and start knocking, — she threw the box on the bed and began to undress without embarrassment.

Girlish mischief, that's what it looked like.

 — Let me help you, — Lena saw my manipulations with the fastener on my back.

She deftly lowered the zipper and immediately unhooked my bra.

 — We take everything off, — she commented on her actions, simultaneously exposing me from the top. I barely managed to catch the falling bra.

 — Let me help you too, — I found my wits.

Lena immediately turned her back to me. Deftly unhooking the hooks, I took off her bra, pressing my breasts against her naked body. She froze, turned to me, and kissed me passionately on the lips, pouring her excitement into me. I already wanted to hug her, but Lena pulled away.

 — Don't rush, — she said tenderly. — Everything is still ahead.

There was a knock on the door.

 — Reinforcements have arrived, — Valera's voice rang out, and we still had all our clothes on the bed.

 — Just a minute, — Lena warned him, gathering things from the bed. — Lie down here, —&