EROTIC NET

— Don’t choke,” Svetlana said with a smile as I involuntarily looked at the slender, high-breasted girl who walked past our table.

- What?

- Don’t choke, I say, otherwise a piece will get stuck in your throat. You looked at her so greedily that I couldn’t resist remarking.

— Beautiful girl,” I agreed. - but you are better than me.

— A beautiful couple,” confirmed Svetlana.

I looked again towards the girl who had passed, she put a plate of fruit on the table at which a young athletic man was sitting.

We saw them again on the tennis court when we went to

warm up a little in the evening. My wife and I hardly played tennis, but here, at the all-inclusive hotel, we trained a little every evening to stay in shape and not gain weight. This couple had just finished the game, giving us the court.

Then we met them the next evening on the same court. The administrators made a mistake and our game time coincided.

— We’ll have to play with four of us,” the man suggested and extended his hand: “Let’s get acquainted.” Igor, this is my wife Lyuba.

— Very nice! Timur and Sveta.

- Well, so what? Couple for couple? If fate brought us together like this.

We went to different sides of the net.

— What are we playing for? – Igor asked. - To undress?

— But people are walking right here,” Svetlana became embarrassed.

- Then on to the kisses. Do you agree?

— We agree,” I answered for two, hoping to kiss a beautiful young woman, and we began to play. I won’t say that the enemy was much stronger, but we lost quickly. Igor walked up to the net, leaned his racket and spread his arms for a hug. Svetlana came up and offered her cheek.

— Uh, no, kissing is like kissing,” Igor said with a laugh and, wrapping my wife in a tight embrace, pressed a long kiss to her lips. My wife and I also lost the second set, and again Igor kissed her lips. She did not resist, moreover, she soon also hugged him with one hand.

The situation started to make me angry. Realizing that anger only gets in the way in the game, I tried to relax. We won the third set. Now I got to kiss someone else's wife. Lyuba leaned the racket, hugged me with both hands, stood me up, and soon her tongue found mine. She kissed passionately and skillfully. I squinted my eyes to see my wife's reaction. She looked at us carefully, and it was noticeable that this picture, if not exciting her, was clearly amusing.

Then we won again, and again I kissed Lyuba. Our kiss was so passionate that my shorts bulged out.

- Well, maybe now we can play for stripping? – Igor suggested. “Everyone has gone away, so no one can see us.”

- Let's go. Lyuba supported him.

- The losing couple takes off one item of clothing. Shoelaces, watches, bracelets and earrings do not count. Only clothes,” Igor clarified.

We lost in a few minutes. My excitement took its toll, my thoughts were more occupied with anticipation of the sight of my naked opponent on the court. Svetlana, apparently, remained under the impression of hot kisses with Igor. I took off my T-shirt, Svetlana took off her skirt, remaining in a T-shirt and thong.

We also lost the next set. My wife had to take off her T-shirt, I took off my shorts. Now we were playing in thongs and swimming trunks against clothed opponents. Apparently, Svetlana's elastic number three breasts excited Igor, and they also quickly lost two times in a row. Now we were equally naked.

— In order not to inflame a family conflict due to a loss, I propose an exchange of partners,” said Igor. – The losing team pays for dinner.

— But we have everything inclusive,” said Svetlana.

- I forgot, then the winning pair makes a wish, which the losers must grant.

— Just don’t run around the resort naked,” Lyuba laughed, “or else you’ll be arrested for violating public order.”

— Accepted,” Igor agreed.

Lyuba moved to my side of the court, Svetlana walked around the net and stood on the other half.

— We ask for a five-minute time-out for briefing,” Igor asked.

Having finished the instructions, Igor took his place and served the ball. The game has begun. I kept glancing sideways at Lyuba’s breasts, swaying elastically as she ran and jumped, looked at my undressed wife and constantly missed balls, not having time to react to them in time. Igor also made mistakes every now and then, but nevertheless, Lyuba and I lost.

- So, how should we punish you? – Igor said thoughtfully, drawing out the phrase. Then he whispered with Svetlana and said: – We, as the winner, announce another set with an exchange of pairs. You continue to be one team for the evening. We are, naturally, a different team. Gathering at 9 yesterday at a table in the corner, I'll book it. And now - go home. Our team goes to our room, yours goes to Timur and Svetochka’s room to take a shower and get ready for dinner.

- What about dresses, cosmetic bags and everything else? - Lyuba objected.

— I didn’t think about such a little thing. – Then now you take everything you need in your previous rooms and return to your teams.

When I took a shower after Lyuba and also came out of the bathroom, putting on a robe, Lyuba was finishing her makeup.

- Well, how do you like me?

- Amazing! – I wasn’t lying, because Lyuba really was a beauty, and the half-unbuttoned robe, barely covering the hemispheres of her breasts, made her look damn sexy.

- Then I want you to confirm your compliment with a kiss.

Who would object. We kissed standing for several minutes, and I already had a daring thought to throw her on the sofa and try to move our relationship further.

- What do you think our spouses are doing now? – Lyuba asked, looking away from my lips, without removing her hands from my neck, which she wrapped tightly around.

— I don’t know,” I suddenly answered in confusion, in the presence of a beautiful woman, completely forgetting about my wife, who was in the next room alone with someone else’s husband.

- Do you think they are also just kissing, or have they already allowed themselves something more?

And without letting me say anything, she asked:

- How long have you been swinging?

- How long ago? – I didn’t understand the question.

— Swinging. Well, you exchange partners.

- Oh, no, we haven’t grown up to that.

— We haven’t grown up yet,” Lyuba laughed. “I think Igor has already put your wife on the bed.” Want to see what they're up to? I also have a plastic key to our room. Come on, I'm interested in taking a look myself.

The thought that my wife was now in bed with another man, oddly enough, did not outrage me, but excited me. I suddenly felt as if I had drunk a large dose of alcohol.

- So let's go have a look? You know, I really like watching others have sex.

- Do you think they're having sex?

- Are you jealous?

- I don’t know... It seems to excite me more than it makes me feel jealous or annoyed.

- Do you like to watch others?

— I haven’t.

- Well, for example, do you like to watch Svetochka masturbate?

— She’s embarrassed to do this in front of me.

- But he does!

— To be honest, I don’t know. But I think it does.

— It does, it does,” Lyuba assured. – Like any normal woman. So, shall we go? But first, one more kiss.

We kissed again for quite a long time, without even breaking up the hug, we lay down on the wide bed, I exposed Lyuba’s right breast and began to touch the nipple with the tip of my tongue.

- That’s it, that’s it, that’s enough, otherwise we won’t go anywhere. “Everything later,” she promised, freed herself from the hug, stood up, straightened the hem of her robe. - So, let's go look at our spouses? What are they doing there for fun? And then it’s already time for dinner. We quietly entered the next room. Through the half-open bedroom door, I saw that my wife was lying completely naked on the bed, her legs spread wide and bent at the knees, and Igor was located between her legs and was giving her cunnilingus.

- Do you want to watch more or should we go already? – Lyuba whispered barely audibly. “I’m already quite mature too.”

— You can figure out the rest,” Lyuba said when we went out into the corridor and softly closed the door of their room behind us. As soon as we threw off our dressing gowns in our room, collapsed onto the bed, embraced each other in a hot embrace and began to kiss passionately, we heard the dull blows of the back of the bed, loosened by the former sexually liberated guests, on the wall shared between our rooms.

— Here we go,” Lyuba whispered. – In about five minutes he will cum in her mouth. He always does this.

A picture immediately appeared in my imagination of my Lyuba sitting on the edge of the bed, and jets of sperm splashing on her face and lips, then she takes the head with her plump lips and begins to lick it. In the five years of our marriage with me, Lyuba did this only a few times, being pretty drunk after the holidays.

Then she asked if I liked it, I answered that I liked it very much, that I would like to experience such pleasure more often, but she did not give it to me until the next holiday. This picture brought me into a state of extreme excitement, I not very delicately invaded Lyuba and immediately picked up a frantic pace, afraid to finish before my partner, but at the same time not wanting to slow down. The dull blows of the headboard against the wall provoked me, and I was about to cum when Lyuba got ahead of me, bit her lip and silently began to strongly wave me, with every movement I made, trying to push myself even deeper.

And still silently, she threw her legs on my back, pressed me tightly with her hands and began to cum. Then she freed herself, dived under me, took my fighter with both hands, wrapped her hot lips, dry from excitement, around him, and I immediately poured out thick nectar.

- Don’t tell Svetochka anything about what we had here, and don’t admit that you saw what they were doing. Then someday you will say, but for now there is no need. This can make her feel guilty and cause psychological trauma, which will then be difficult to make amends for. We just sat and talked, and they supposedly did too.

Dinner was wonderful. The invited theater troupe performed a performance based on some local legends in very bright, luxurious costumes embroidered with gold and decorated with semi-precious stones. The actors spoke little, and they spoke their own language, so we didn’t understand anything, all we could make out was that this was some kind of legend about the abduction of a beauty by an evil monster and her release by a handsome guy, who immediately married the girl rescued from captivity. Then there were dances, during the whole evening I danced with my wife only twice, the rest of the time she was with Igor. He told her something, she laughed happily.

- Aren't you jealous? – Lyuba asked every now and then.

— No, not only does it not bother me, but on the contrary, it attracts me.

— I see,” Lyuba answered and pressed her elastic body closer to me, causing a new wave of desire to possess this sexually liberated woman.

We each spent the night in our own rooms. Despite the fact that I unloaded on Lyuba before dinner, Svetlana and I had amazing sex. After him, I still asked:

- And what have you been doing with Igor for so long?

- So, we were just talking.

- Did you kiss?

- Are you jealous?

- On the contrary.

- Kissed.

- Lying on the bed?

- Well, you will say that too!

- Lying down like that? – I insisted.

— Well, let’s say lying down, because lying down is much more comfortable than sitting in a chair.

- And he kissed your breasts, stroked between your legs?

- Well, why are you asking such questions? I’m not asking if you kissed lying down or sitting.

— We are also lying down,” I confessed. “And then he kissed your breasts, caressed your lips between your legs, and you caressed his insurgent flesh with your lips,” I whispered, again aroused to the limit. Lyuba wanted to say something, but I closed her mouth with a kiss, lay on top, and we again rushed to the pinnacle of pleasure. This time I wanted to cum like Igor.

Feeling that I was about to get an orgasm, I stood up with one jerk, moved forward, put my head to my wife’s lips and began to masturbate quickly and quickly. As soon as the first drop was squeezed out, Svetlana took the head into her mouth and began to gently suck out the contents of the testicles, which had already been fairly wasted in two sessions.

When I lay down next to her, devastated, she said:

- How restless you are today. Based on this, I believe that you and Luba did not have sex.

- For some reason I just imagined how you had sex with Igor, it turned me on. And this is the result,” I whispered back.

— Did it turn you on that I could be with Igor? – the wife was amazed.

— Can you imagine, yes! So were you with him?

- Fool! – she avoided answering and kissed me passionately on the lips.

We met our new friends only after lunch, because we went on an excursion. We ran into each other at a bar where we went to get some cold juice from the road.

- Well, are we playing in pairs again today? – Igor asked.

— I’m completely broken today,” Svetlana began to deny. “You won’t believe it, all my muscles have been hurting since yesterday.” I could barely move my legs during the excursion.

- This is nonsense! – Igor assured. Now we’ll go, give you a massage, and everything will pass.

- Oh, not this! – Svetlana protested. – I had a massage on the very first day, and then my whole body hurt for two days.

- I’ll give you a massage myself. I haven’t learned Thai; no one can do it better than the Thais themselves anyway. I'll make you a relaxing one. I even have a corresponding diploma.

— It’s true, he does a great massage,” Lyuba confirmed. – All my friends are simply crazy about his massage.

— I don’t even know,” Svetlana hesitated.

- Svetulenka, then you will only sign up for massages with me.

Igor made an agreement with the massage parlor without any problems, paying for the supposed massage given to him, and we entered the room with a mat spread on him. Lyuba and I sat down by the wall, Igor invited my wife to undress and lie down on a clean disposable sheet on a spacious mat.

I will not describe the manipulations that Igor performed on my wife’s body. I didn’t watch his hands so much as I peered into my wife’s face, which was quickly turning pink with excitement. He, barely touching, stroked literally every part of her naked body, after wetting it with some kind of oils. When he asked Svetlana to turn over on her back and continued massaging her shoulders, arms, abdomen, legs to the very tips of her fingers, then gently moved her palms along the inside of her thighs, having first spread Lyuba’s legs wide, I noticed that her pussy opened with excitement, as if sticking out the pink tongue of the labia minora, shiny with juices. The picture was mesmerizing!

Moving along the inner sides of the thighs for several minutes, Igor moved to the head of the bed, stroked the earlobes, ran his fingertips along the neck, barely touched the breasts with his nipples sticking out from excitement with his palms. From each such touch, Svetlana shuddered and moaned quietly to some tantric music that was barely audible from the speakers.

Lyuba turned her head in my direction, checking my reaction, I smiled and again began to look at what two pairs of hands were doing with my already very excited wife. Moving from the crotch to the lower abdomen, Lyuba began to help her palms with her lips, moving light kisses along the inner thighs from the knees higher and higher. And then her lips touched the clitoris, Svetlana twitched, arched her lower abdomen towards, Lyuba fell on the bud with a long kiss, which immediately caused a wave of strong orgasm in my wife. Svetlana moaned and twitched with her whole body, which continued to be kissed and stroked by the lips and hands of our new friends.

When my wife relaxed a little, Igor looked into my eyes, as if asking if something could be done in the development of events. I swallowed my saliva and nodded silently. Then, while continuing to massage with one hand, he unzipped his shorts with the other, took out a tense, pulsating penis, put it to Lyuba’s lips and began to slowly move it in time with the movements of the palms doing the massage. Svetlana took the offered toy with one hand, licked the head and carefully took it into her mouth. I looked in fascination at the molestation of my wife, my excitement reached such a limit that I began to stroke my fighter through his shorts, then took him out and began to masturbate.

Игорь кивком головы показал мне, чтобы я не тратил силы и семя понапрасну, а доставил удовольствие его жене. Меня не нужно было упрашивать. Я встал на колени, приблизился сзади к Любе, стянул с неё шорты вместе с трусиками и сходу вставил в её раскрытое отверстие, давно ждущее такого вторжения. Люба была настолько возбуждена, что мой боец легко юркнул на всю длину.

Наша групповушка была недолгой. Из-за прикрытого камышовой занавеской дверного проёма донёсся вопросительный голос массажиста и на ломаном английском напомнил, что время аренды помещения истекло.

— О-кей! – ответил Игорь и тут же начал орошать лицо Любы густыми струйками, брызнув на лицо пару раз, он снова приблизил головку к ротику моей супруги, и та охотно стала глотать угощение. Не стал сдерживаться и я. Я сливал струя за струёй на спину Любы, она оторвалась от поцелуя в киску моей жены и начала размазывать жидкость по своему телу.

Массаж удался на славу, а уж как была довольна Светлана, описывать надо долго. Это уже в другой раз.