Anal Taboo

Over the year of our passionate love, Yana and I tried practically everything: from traditional home-in-bed relations to public sex in front of people. It always

turned us on, and I rejoiced like a child, realizing I had gotten a girl without complexes. But she did have one "hang-up": my wife wouldn't let me fuck her in the ass. The argument was always the same: it's unnatural, and you're degrading me as a woman.

Despite this rather debatable position, she gave amazing blowjobs and with pleasure. And that didn't seem degrading or unnatural to her: she was sure it was the most intimate caress possible between loving people (like cunnilingus, naturally), based on high mutual trust. How she distinguished between these two types of intercourse remained a mystery to me.

We had just had a serious talk, the result of which (as I hoped) would be my wife's permission to take her virginity from all sides—finally and irrevocably.

"Customs gives the green light?" I summarized. I had run out of arguments and was simply waiting for my wife's decision.

"No, Borya... It doesn't," my wife answered guiltily and turned to look out the window.

I got angry and also stared out the window—our table was right in front of it.

We sat in silence, sipping our drinks: I had non-alcoholic beer (I still had to drive), and Yana had tequila. And judging by the bottle's remains, she was already pretty loaded.

The café's entrance door swung open, and two men entered. "Oh, mein Gott!" I thought, "just what we need—some Caucasians!" The Caucasians placed an order with the bartender behind the counter (a hookah, fruit, a bottle of cognac) and headed straight for the Chillout, nodding at us on the way. One of them lingered his gaze on my wife, but she didn't see him, staring fixedly out the window.

We tried to talk about other topics, but the conversation didn't flow. Yana was thoroughly tipsy and even tried to come onto me, but I wasn't in the mood for affection. And we stared out the window again, each thinking our own thoughts. "Time to head home, nothing more to catch here," I thought. Suddenly the Chillout door swung open, and the Caucasian who had been staring at my wife appeared on the threshold. He silently walked deeper into the café (to the restroom, I guessed) and after a while returned, again looking at Yana with a long gaze.

This time my wife noticed him and smiled. The Caucasian immediately smiled broadly back and approached our table.

"May I join you?" asked the hairy child of the mountains.

"Of course, sit down! We're not together," Yana beat me to the answer and winked slyly at me.

"What are you up to now?!?" I asked my wife with my eyes, and she nodded almost imperceptibly, "wait, you'll see for yourself." The Caucasian immediately sat down next to her and extended his hand:

"Arthur," he introduced himself.

"Kristina," said my wife and shook his hand.

They immediately excluded me from their field of vision, and I watched with alarm as some random guy right before my eyes started hitting on my wife. We had played similar games with Yana before: I was the "stranger" who happened to be near an "unknown beauty" (my wife), she was "purely by chance" sitting or passing by. We had great fun watching various men try to hit on her, but Yana always kept her distance: it never went beyond petting. And we always coordinated such a game—but now she herself initiated something like this without even asking my consent.

The Caucasian was already sitting relaxed, with his arm around my Yanka's shoulders, whispering something animatedly to her in a low voice, undressing her with his oily eyes. The second Caucasian appeared from the lounge, apparently having lost his friend. Quickly assessing the situation, he sat down next to my wife on the other side and also introduced himself: his name was Gevorg. Briefly glancing at me, he turned all his attention to my wife, occasionally looking nervously in my direction—like, what's this jerk doing sitting here. I sat back on the sofa opposite them, and the shadow from a nearby palm tree partially hid me from the interlocutors.

I noticed that the first suitor, actively gesturing, was slowly unbuttoning the buttons on my wife's black blouse. In a fairly short time, Yana was completely unbuttoned down to her navel: either she didn't notice in the heat of hot flirting with the two Caucasians that she had been undressed to the waist, or she pretended not to, to tease me. What Gevorg was doing, I couldn't see—his hands were hidden by the table laden with the two friends' orders.

Yana didn't wear bras in principle: her firm young breasts didn't need support, and her nipples, which "innocently" protruded through the fabric, always turned me on. Now before me swayed two firm female breasts, uncovered by anything except the frank gazes of three men.

Arthur suggested drinking to brotherhood, and Yana, surprisingly, quickly agreed. Before, no one (at least in my presence) had kissed her. They drank, and the Caucasian latched onto my beloved's lips, grabbing her breast. She clutched at his hand squeezing her and tried to pull away. I tensed up and was about to intervene, but suddenly my wife herself released the Caucasian's hand and, with a moan, hugged his neck, responding to his not-at-all-friendly kiss.

I was stunned by my wife's reaction, jerked carelessly, and knocked the ashtray onto the floor. Fortunately, it didn't break, and I reached for it. Throwing a fleeting glance under the table, I was dumbfounded: my wife's thighs were spread wide and resting on the Caucasians' legs; Gevorg, having slipped his hand into Yanka's crotch, was working there full force. Her panties were pushed aside, and I lost count of several of the Caucasian's fingers—they were inside my wife.

Despite the jealousy that gripped me at this sight, I felt that... I was getting aroused by the sight of my depraved wife being fucked with fingers by some mountaineer. Our games had never gone this far before. I lowered my hand to my crotch and involuntarily began kneading it—my cock in my pants was literally growing before my eyes.

"And now brotherhood with me!" Gevorg expressed his desire and poured tequila into shot glasses with one hand.

Yana tore herself away from Arthur's lips with visible regret and, intertwining arms with Gevorg, downed the tequila in one gulp, not bothering to salt it beforehand or bite a lime after. For a chaser, she got a hot kiss from Gevorg, who gave it his all. While he sucked

on my beloved's lips, Arthur predatorily kneaded both her breasts, and she no longer resisted, suspiciously moving her lower abdomen under the table.

"Kristina, come with us to the 'Chili,' I'll treat you to a hookah," Arthur grinned.

With one hand he continued feeling my wife's breasts, the other was hidden under the table. Gevorg kept kissing "Kristina," and I noticed that both of my Yana's hands were under the table, spread toward the jigits. "We need to end this whorishness," I thought, wanting to get home quickly and stick it into Kristina up to the balls. "Or maybe I'll fuck her in the car first, then we'll go home," I feverishly thought, kneading my burning organ. But my plans were not meant to be.

"I'll be right there, boys," my wife suddenly said in a drunken voice, "I just need to go to the restroom first. You go ahead, and I'll join... join you later," she added with a slurred tongue.

The Caucasians, without consulting each other, grabbed my wife's breasts and shook them, for some reason looking at me triumphantly. Arthur even winked for some reason. They quickly retreated to the Chillout, taking the unfinished tequila with them, each kissing my wife goodbye. As soon as the door closed behind them, I pounced on Yana:

"Fool! What are you doing?!?"

"Don't worry," said my wife, "everything's under control." And she hiccuped...

She walked unsteadily to the restroom, buttoning her blouse wrong on the way, and was gone for about five minutes. When she returned, she came up to me and immediately planted a drunken kiss on my mouth. Her lips were salty and stinging. I was hit by the smell of booze breath and vomit. For some reason, this aroused me even more.

"Oh, you dirty slut," flashed through my mind, making my heart beat faster.

"Give me... 10 minutes," she said, "and then come in." She grabbed my cock, which was impressively bulging from my pants, and squeezed it several times. "Try to hold out, darling. Pick me up in... 15 minutes."

"Go already, or your separation time is growing unchildishly... In 15 minutes I'll pull you out of there," I said, jealously groping her breasts and ass. She nodded hard, almost falling onto the sofa from the inertia, and made her way along the wall to the lounge, disappearing behind its door.

"Why did I let her go there?" a cowardly thought flashed. But I wanted to know how this would end—I didn't admit even to myself that this whole situation had turned me on and inflamed me to the limit. I nervously finished the tequila left in my shot glass and lit a cigarette, occasionally listening to the Chillout. It was quiet there, and I drove away the indecent pictures that kept flashing in my mind.

"Well, she'll grope a bit, suck with them... She'll never allow more. I'm sure." "A drunken woman is not the mistress of her own cunt," someone's voice sounded in my head, and I told it to shut up. I looked at my watch: only nine minutes had passed. Suddenly I heard a muffled cry from behind the door, then moans. I froze and listened. My wife was crying out and moaning. I glanced at the dial: 10 minutes had passed.

I was about to rush to her when the moans suddenly stopped, and silence fell again. "Hold out the allotted time, don't ruin her game," said a new voice that appeared in my head. I hesitated: there were a few minutes left to wait. These were the longest minutes of my life... "Screw it—to hell with everything!" I decided and, without looking at my watch, moved with quick steps toward the lounge.

At first I couldn't make out what was happening: the room was heavily smoky, and semi-darkness reigned. Then I saw Yana: she was on the far sofa on all fours, naked from the waist up with her skirt pulled up, sucking Arthur off. Gevorg was fucking her from behind.

"Hey, you got the wrong door, bro!" said Arthur, pulled his cock out of my wife's mouth, and headed toward me. Yana looked at me frightened and covered her face with her hand. Gevorg kept fucking her without saying a word, not even looking in my direction.

"I'm her husband," I said, unable to believe what was happening.

Hearing my admission, Arthur stopped. Gevorg also froze, looking at me in surprise.

"Yana, what does this mean?!?" I said in a terrible voice. "Is this called playing 'stranger'?!? Don't you think you've played too far?"

"What Yana, bro," the Caucasians exchanged glances, "this is Kristina!"

"My name is Yana," said my wife, addressing her lovers, and sat on the sofa. "And you, Boris, don't shout," she was gradually coming to her senses, "it turned out the way it turned out... I came in to say goodbye, and... I'm drunk, as you can see... And they... Didn't even ask if I wanted it or not..."

"Wow, beauty, why say that!" the Caucasians looked at her indignantly, "who took the cock in her mouth? Who said: 'fuck me, 'all the way, don't play around'?"

I shuddered: "fuck" was my wife's favorite word during our sexual games—the Caucasians couldn't have made that up. "We're done for..." I thought with despair.

"I... Didn't mean that," my wife began to justify herself and stopped.

My jaw dropped. An awkward pause ensued. Before me stood two stocky jigits, with thick cocks sticking up toward the ceiling. On the sofa sat my wife, head bowed, trying to cover herself with her hands and skirt—all that was left on her. My cock was rock hard, and I could hardly comprehend why I had such a hard-on for my wife who had just been fucked by two Caucasians from both sides. Suddenly Yana raised her head: determination was in her eyes.

"Boris... Come on... Fuck me already and calm down," said Yana.

"And where do you suggest I do that?" I asked angrily, anticipating her answer. I was always wildly turned on by the obscenities my beloved spouted in moments of acute arousal.

"In the ass," my wife said shortly. "Customs gives the green light... Especially since ten minutes ago, unlike you, no one asked 'customs'... They just fucked me in the ass, in turn, and that's it..."

I walked toward my wife, undressing on the way, pushing aside the sons of the Caucasus along the path. They stepped aside, watching me closely. Yana got on all fours, turning her wrecked ass toward me, and looked at me. I grabbed her by the hair, turned her head, and forcefully drove my cock into her mouth. She choked and tried to pull away, looking at me indignantly.

"Suck, bitch," I growled and made several strong hip movements, driving my cock into her throat to the hilt. She kept gagging but no longer resisted, clutching my hips with her hands.

"Bro, why are you like that... Let her breathe at least," Gevorg stood up for my beloved, discreetly jerking his dick. Arthur wasn't far behind his friend, "she sucks well on her own," he said, "you just don't interfere, bro."

"I'm not your bro," I said and turned Yana's ass toward me.

My wife moaned loudly, thrusting her hips back at me, and I didn't even want to figure out why she was moaning—from pain or pleasure. Her Caucasian friends approached us, with their dicks at the ready.

"Hey, bro," Arthur said quietly, "we didn't know she was your woman—she was acting like... Sorry, bro, but... Let us finish the job too..."

"Let them come... One at a time," Yana intervened, breathing heavily, "I started this... I'll finish it."

Before I could recover, Gevorg approached her face, and Yana deftly sucked in his shiny head. With her hand she jerked Arthur's cock, not forgetting to respond with her hips to my thrusts. Watching my beloved suck a thick Caucasian cock while thrusting back at me, I felt I was about to cum—I couldn't imagine such a depraved picture even in my most vulgar fantasies.

"I'm about to cum," I rasped, speeding up the pace.

"Give it in my mouth," said my wife, freeing herself from Arthur's cock, and quickly turned to me, sliding off my cock.

She took my cock in her mouth and began quickly and strongly jerking it, twisting her hand. I grabbed her head, arched, and started cumming right into her mouth. Hot streams hit her palate, and she quickly swallowed the cum, making room for new portions... I exhaled noisily and leaned back on the sofa, watching as the Caucasians approached my beloved.

"Well, what, are you ready to fuck me again?" my wife asked obscenely, grabbing their mighty cocks, "this is for you, darling," Yana said and looked at me, "I know this turns you on! Come on, boys!" she exclaimed and began kissing Arthur and Gevorg on the lips, hugging their necks