The main thing is to want it badly.

A cold, raw wind howled between the high-rise buildings, playing with torn pieces of iron on the roofs. The street was gray and gloomy. Natasha trudged through the wet snow mixed with salt and mud; no matter which way she turned, the wind still blew in her face, and she no longer turned away but simply ran home, chilled to the bone. But her mood was top-notch: first—it was Friday; second—it was only one in the afternoon; and third—the kids had gone to the village to her parents, and she and her husband were going away for the weekend to a secluded little house they had found online, just eighty kilometers away and for a purely symbolic price. Sasha was supposed to buy everything necessary for two

days after work, and she was to prepare herself for him for that evening. Finally, they wouldn't have to hold back their moans, afraid of waking the kids and neighbors, during the wild sex they had planned and discussed in every detail.

She fidgeted on the seat for a long time, getting more comfortable, until she finally settled against Sasha's shoulder and slipped her hand between his legs. With every bump of the suspension and sway of the car, Natasha let out soft moans; the plug in her already stretched ass inflamed her desire with every jolt. In a gentle, languid voice, she began to tell her husband their fantasy, making up the plot on the fly, and Sasha helped and added his own details. Their fantasy was a story about how they were vacationing at a resort, and a single man had moved into the next room, whom they met and easily ended up in the same bed. Meanwhile, Natasha took their vibrator out of her bag and played with it, now sucking the head, now squeezing it in her palms, showing it to Sasha and describing in detail, inventing plot after plot. Under the jointly invented story, which heightened the arousal of both, the whole journey flew by in an instant, and the couple was already preparing to fulfill all their fantasies. Their eyes searched the headlights' beam for the sign to the right village. Another pothole, and something cracked loudly in the front, and the car was thrown violently to the right with a crash. Sasha managed to react, and his skill and experience prevented an accident.

Let me remind you that the couple had rented the dacha online and were there for the first time, so it probably took another hour or so to find shovels to clear the gate, clear it, and roll the car in. The savior flatly refused money and was about to leave, but after fervent pleas, or rather Natasha's categorical "I won't let you go anywhere," he agreed to stay the night. And only after that did everyone decide to introduce themselves; there simply hadn't been time for that on the road. Igor, a guy covered in dirt, shivering, but somehow smiling and quite attractive, introduced himself. Without a word, the spouses looked at each other, and a certain spark flashed in each of their eyes. The plug in Natasha's ass immediately made itself known, and Natasha involuntarily squeezed her legs together, clenching it; the spark in her eyes flared even brighter, and her husband couldn't help but notice it, especially since, for some reason, he also remembered that little thing at that moment. Coming to her senses from the surge of arousal, Natasha widened her eyes, showing her state to her husband, and in an erotic voice ordered: "Guys, go heat up the sauna, and I'll set the table. Sash, help carry the groceries." Sasha carried the bags without taking his eyes off his wife's lasciviously swaying ass; the thought that a pink toy was sticking out inside her, caressing her from within with every movement of Natasha's, drove him crazy and aroused him.

The men, without a word, rushed to carry out the order. The house was very cozy, or rather it was a sauna combined with a kitchen and a large room with a single bed with a huge headboard—in short, erotic minimalism; for some reason, the Marquis de Sade came to mind—everything under one roof, which was exactly what the spouses had chosen for their pleasures this weekend. The table was set in an instant, the stove crackled with firewood, the company had already had a few drinks, and Natasha laughed merrily at the jokes of their new acquaintance. She got sheets for the guys and herself and closed herself in the bathroom, playfully winking at her husband. The men shed the rest of their clothes, stood under a warm shower, and lay down in the steam room. The sauna was just heating up, and it wasn't hot yet, just very warm and cozy. Natasha was gone for about twenty minutes, and the guys managed to have a couple more drinks and completely relaxed, getting a little tipsy; they sat serenely, not covering themselves at all on the sheets, and chatted. She entered wrapped in a sheet over her damp body, so all her charms were very visible; the dark circles of her nipples and the roundness of her beautiful breasts were clearly visible through the wet fabric, and her entire flawless figure was very well outlined. Natasha turned her back to the guys and, without hurrying, raised her hand to the switch; her firm ass was clearly visible under the wet sheet clinging to it; the mischievous girl lingered, letting them enjoy the sight, and clicked the switch.

The guys just sat there, not even covering themselves, contemplating this perfection, until the abruptly formed semi-darkness brought them to their senses. Light came only through the door of frosted darkened glass and created an incredibly romantic atmosphere. Natasha turned to the men sitting with their mouths open and, coquettishly writhing, began to slowly unwrap the sheet on herself. Sasha stared at his wife's clean-shaven pubic area; just that evening, there had been a thin strip of hair there, but now it was all clean; at the sight, his heart pounded so hard it seemed everyone could hear it. So that's what she was doing in the bathroom, he thought, and remembered the anal plug that had been in that wonderful ass the whole way; his cock was swelling, and even in the semi-darkness, it was visible. Igor's had been hard for a while, ever since Natasha entered the steam room. "Are you cold, boys? Lie down, I'll knead and warm you up." And with one movement, she dropped the sheet from herself.

Squinting with eyes already accustomed to the dim light, the guys turned over onto the bench with their erect cocks and lay down next to each other. Natasha, not hiding her curiosity, had a good look at Igor's organ; it was more bumpy than her husband's, with a prominently defined head. She deftly climbed onto them, one foot between Sasha's legs, the other between Igor's, and squatted down. Her hands slid over their backs and buttocks, lightly massaging them; her tender, still damp and now warm body touched the still cool bodies of the men; she lay now on one, now on the other, occasionally touching their legs with her already swollen labia. It probably goes without saying how aroused she was; her breathing quickened, and she didn't even try to hide it. Her fingers slid over two firm male butts, parting the halves and caressing, barely touching, the shyly clenched holes. She didn't insist but merely teased them and lowered her palms lower, scooping up both scrotums and gently caressing them along with the bases of their cocks. She wouldn't touch the heads of their cocks yet, only the base and scrotums, which had long since tightened up, showing the strong arousal of both men. She leaned down and laid her face between the men's butts so that one cheek touched one and the other cheek touched the other, and continued to softly massage their perineums, occasionally moving away from their testicles and running her fingers, having licked them, between their already relaxed buttocks.

The guys were now breathing heavily without hiding it, occasionally moaning and lifting their hips so her fingers would reach the swollen heads craving touch, but she was in no hurry, further inflaming their passion and desire. "You're completely frozen, come on, lie on your backs." And she slapped both on their raised butts and added, "Well, I can see you can't take it anymore... Your little toys are cold too, let me warm them up." Sasha turned over first; his cock swayed over his stomach in full battle readiness; then Igor slowly turned over, embarrassed and trying to cover his friend with his hand. Natasha gently moved his palm away and, with pleasure, without taking her eyes off the two cocks, licked her lips. "Move your hands away; first, I'll warm you up, then you'll warm me! Agreed?" Igor looked at Sasha, who threw his hands behind his head and, closing his eyes, answered for both: "Go ahead, baby, we'll try so hard you'll feel hot, right, Gosh?" Igor, fumbling for words and getting confused: "Yes, I, well... of course." Natasha grabbed both protruding shafts with her hands and, settling more comfortably on the men's legs, gently exposed the heads. She wasn't in a hurry but looked at them, enjoying the sight of male flesh, only her fingers softly playing on the bulging veins. The heads of their cocks pulsed in time with her squeezes; it was an incredibly beautiful sight, and she imagined how these two shafts would shoot simultaneously; involuntarily, she leaned forward and took a head into her mouth—first, of course, the unfamiliar one, licking it with smacking sounds, then quickly sucked in her husband's cock as well.

She skillfully squeezed both cocks, pressing them against her lips, mixing a murky cocktail on them, and licked and sucked each head in turn, while Igor and Sasha watched, unblinking, Natasha's face covered in semen, who, not hiding her pleasure, continued to suck their cocks. They were breathing heavily, and she lay between them so that their organs were on either side of her shiny, seed-covered face. After letting them catch their breath, Natasha stood up and, without throwing on a sheet, went to the table: "Hey, heroes, let's have a bite or are you already done?" Natasha peeked out from behind the open door, playfully showing a slender leg. The guys slowly crawled out into the air, crumpling their sheets and trying to cover their tired organs. "Nooo, it's warm here now, and for some, it's even hot!" At that, Natasha ran her hand between her legs and showed her fingers glistening with flowing juice, then licked them, rolling her eyes. "Actually, I want you to lick everything off me down there." And she pouted her lips. "Okay, okay, let's have a drink."

This woman was wise and knew men; twenty minutes later, everyone was already laughing merrily at the table, and she sat between them and, hugging both, steered the conversation in the right direction. "Sashun, our little toy left my hole a long time ago. Maybe someone will take care of it now?" Sasha's cock immediately began to swell, and the seriously aroused woman told Igor in detail what kind of toy it was and which hole it had left, watching as his friend instantly grew from her lewd revelations. Natasha took the rested organs in her hands and whined childishly: "Let's go to the beeed, I really, reeeally want to; I'll ask the little gnomes to grow up and become big, strong heroes again." At that, she slightly squeezed each head and purred contentedly, feeling their strength. Natasha, twisting her hips, tiptoed toward the bed. Sasha clicked the switch, leaving only a weak floor light, and the whole room was bathed in a soft orange glow. The newly aroused men, not taking their eyes off her, followed; Natasha knelt on the bed, turning to the men approaching her so that her ass was displayed to them in all its glory.

For several minutes, Sasha stared, unblinking, at the cock methodically pounding his wife's pussy, stretched her buttocks so that the rosette of her anus opened completely, and listened to her lewd moans. Then he lubricated the head of his cock from a tube that happened to be lying nearby and pressed it against the opened rosette; Natasha herself leaned back slightly, meeting the double pleasure, showing she couldn't wait any longer, and Sasha pushed, holding his cock at the base. His well-lubricated organ slipped incredibly easily into the long-prepared hole and was tightly squeezed by it. It was so tight that Sasha groaned loudly, showing the intensity of his pleasure, and pushed his friend deeper inside, grabbing his wife's hips, trying to insert it all the way without leaving any outside. All three moaned from the thrusts; Igor also tried to penetrate Natasha deeper and completely fill the suddenly narrowed vagina.

And Natasha simply thrashed in ecstasy, squeezed between two bodies; both cocks gave her incredible pleasure; her moans turned into cries and wildly aroused her partners, who, spurred by these primal sounds, intensified their movements. In her head, there was a fireworks display of lewd thoughts, which multiplied all sensations several times over; she wanted more and more, and she was simply being fucked by two sturdy shafts. Sasha, with sweeping movements, powerfully thrust in and completely pulled out his cock, holding and stretching Natasha's buttocks so that her anal hole didn't have time to close, and he watched as his shiny head dove into it again; then, pressing hard, he tried to thrust deeper, twisted his cock in the incredibly narrow and tightly gripping hole, and enjoyed, through the thin partition, the movements of Igor's pulsating cock in his wife's second hole.

She turned to her husband, hugging him from behind around the neck with one arm, and parted her lips for a kiss. He plunged his into hers, thrusting his cock into her ass a few times hard and all the way, making Natasha cry out loudly with each of his thrusts. "Let's try two in one?" she whispered breathlessly with passion into his mouth, open for a kiss. Sasha pulled out his already pulsating organ, all shiny from lube, enjoying the sight of the slowly closing sphincter. Natasha lay back on Igor's chest, wrapping her arms around his head, and whispered to him: "Quiet, boy, I want it differently; stop." Igor froze, only breathing heavily; his cock was halfway out, and if she hadn't stopped him at that moment, he probably would have flooded her vagina with his nectar. Only his still pulsating head was immersed in Natasha's highly aroused pussy, which enveloped it with swollen lips. The cock, vagina, and anal hole glistened with Natasha's secretions and lube and contracted each in their own rhythm; Sasha watched this performance and wasn't in a hurry to act, giving everyone a breather. His cock pressed its head, with remnants of lube from her ass, against the flesh next to Igor's cock; Sasha felt the warmth of Natasha's slit and saw her strong desire to get two cocks into one hole at once.

He pushed; his cock slid and didn't penetrate; he squeezed it tighter at the base and aimed it with more force at the target. Natasha gasped when he abruptly slipped inside, strongly spreading the entrance and walls of her vagina, and Sasha froze, letting her get used to it. A couple of moments, and Natasha stirred, or rather moved her hips, wanting movement in her incredibly stretched pussy; she squeezed Igor's head tighter with her hands, pressing her cheek against his.

"Come on, I want more, come on." And Natasha moaned when Igor and Sasha simultaneously thrust their shafts to the fullest possible depth. Two hot, living cocks side by side, merging into one, tore her flesh apart; she moaned and howled at the top of her voice, showing how much she liked it; the guys, spurred by these moans, worked with increased passion, each with their own strength and amplitude. The slippery-from-secretions male cocks sometimes fell into rhythm together, diving as one into the squelching vagina, sometimes in different rhythms, each with their own speed, strength, and depth, pounding her. Natasha felt that at this pace, her partners wouldn't last long and were ready to discharge without waiting for her; she stopped this frenzied act and, breathing heavily:

"I want to try the second hole the same way; you're not against it, I hope?" The incoherent moans and sounds made by the partners clearly indicated agreement, but that didn't interest her at the moment at all; she

had already gotten up and easily sat her cooled but well-lubricated ass on Igor's cock, who immediately pulled her by the hips toward him, trying to enter deeper into the lewd hole. Natasha wiggled her ass, rose and lowered herself, twisting her pelvis and enjoying, stretching her anus for the second shaft; then she lay on his chest and relaxed, again wrapping her arms around his head; she was waiting for active action from her husband, who was already lubricating his organ and staring unblinkingly at his wife's lewd ass with Igor's cock sticking out of it. Shoving even a lubricated organ next to the second one into his wife's tight little ass was harder than into her pussy, and he had to try. From Natasha's loud moan, or rather cry, he understood he had succeeded and stopped, enjoying the grip of her anal muscles; it was incredibly tight for two cocks simultaneously in the narrow little hole, but that only added to the pleasure.

"More, more, harder, come on, I want more." And the guys tried! With all their passion and strength, they fucked the sweet ass of the lewd female with a furious rhythm, grabbing her with their hands and tearing her each in their own direction; Sasha's cock sometimes popped out from the large amplitude, but with power and force, with resistance at the entrance, it quickly plunged back in with one thrust; this whole sandwich moaned, cried out, squelched, and smacked with everything that could make sounds. specially for .org Stopping this action was already impossible. Igor moaned, arching and trying to insert his already bursting friend deeper than possible; he poured his seed into Natasha's hot, pulsating ass, and by his moans, one could count how