The Art of Infidelity
As always, we were having fun as a threesome. We being me, my friend Viktor, and my acquaintance, Lenka. Lenka had adored sexual experiments since school, though she hadn't experimented with me. I suspect I still held some place on her list, but graduation night happened before my candidacy was considered. The seven years that passed changed everything. She met Vitya, my classmate, by chance; but, remembering my existence, she got fired up with the idea of fucking two guys at once. Although, I suspect, this idea was original only for me and Viktor. And if Viktor could experiment as much as he wanted, I had
been married for a year. So our little games couldn't last long... and indeed, they didn't.Lenka was on all fours, leaning over my cock and charmingly sticking her ass out. Her little tongue flickered over the foreskin, now gently licking the head, now trying to penetrate inside the split crown. From time to time, Lenka threw long glances at me, invigorating my flesh no worse than her tongue and making me shudder from waves of excitement rolling through my body. Behind the girl, Viktor was already pulling down his underwear, ready to shove his deep-drilling apparatus into Lenka's keyhole up to his tonsils.
I closed my eyes in pleasure, thinking at that moment that Anya — Viktor's girlfriend, whom he had pegged for the role of wife — would have been very surprised to catch her fiancé in such an unambiguous position. I preferred not to think about my own chances of surviving such a scrape — my Irka was terribly jealous. Lena took my cock deep into her throat, and at that moment Vitya impaled Lenochka onto his spit in one motion. Lenok shuddered, freezing in surprise, the gaze of her porcelain-blue eyes fixed on me. (Porno stories for every taste) But the same minute she relaxed. My school friend knew how to catch a buzz in any position, and she wanted cock especially badly at such moments. But she also decided to punish me. Letting Viktor take over, she shamelessly stared at me and stuck out her tongue. She rose up a bit, turning her head back, and Viktor immediately took possession of that tongue.
Sighing, I reached for my weapon with my hand, although the spectacle I was watching was itself as arousing as "Viagra." It was at that moment that the door slammed in the hallway, and my wife entered the room. Vitya and Lena couldn't stop now. My friend was rocking his pelvis rhythmically, and Lenok kept embracing my phallus with her mouth, unable to resist the temptation. For some time — two seconds, no less — Irina watched this bacchanalia, and then decisively began to undress. Unbuttoning the buttons on her blouse, she approached Viktor, wrapping her arms around his shoulders from behind and whispering something in his ear.
Then, throwing an unbelievably long leg over Lena's rump, Ira stood in front of Vitya, who was leaning over my wife's breasts.
Lena looked over her shoulder, assessed the situation, and with obvious regret crawled out from under the two embracing bodies. She smiled at me dazzlingly and settled into the "reverse rider" position. My cock pressed against the entrance to her pussy, and Lenka's hand found the head, pressing it against her clit.
I felt like I was in a bad dream... or a porn theater. Everyone was huffing and puffing intently, and all I could do was watch as Lena pulls my wife's panties down, gathers her skirt in folds at her waist, and plunges her little tongue between Irka's buttocks. Ira let out a long whimper, and I suddenly realized that my wife was not so much outraged as aroused. After a few minutes of such bilateral stimulation, she took Viktor's cock inside her and wrapped her legs around my friend's thighs, allowing him to carry her to the sofa. Lenka quickly turned around, mounting me in a more classic way, I habitually caught her responsive nipples with my fingers, and the rock-n-roll began. After a few thrusts, I suddenly realized I was turned on by how Viktor was ramming Ira, and she was moaning loudly, biting her lips — something she never allowed with me. Then our train with Lenka to paradise also arrived.
After Lenka and I came to our senses a bit, not a single word was spoken. I was caressing the girl, who had settled into a 69, when my Irka quickly tidied herself up, Viktor also got ready with a speed an army sergeant would envy, and only from the door did my wife shout.
— Vitya and I are going for a walk! Ciao!
The door slammed shut behind the couple, and Lena watched the "competitor" with an interested look.
— Cool girl! With a chick and a wife like that — why do you need me too?
Probably, I should have complimented Lenochka's bedroom merits and spent the rest of the evening wisely, but the day had clearly gone completely awry.
— That is my wife, — I said gloomily.
Lena giggled.
— Then you're in deep shit, — she acknowledged. — But that's...
A dreamy expression appeared on Lena's face.
— You wouldn't mind if I tried to seduce her, would you?
Lena looked at me and, realizing she wouldn't get anything more out of me, started getting ready. A "Call me!" thrown on the fly hung in the air like the smile of the Cheshire Cat...