The betrayal I never wanted

My name is Tanya, I'm 24 years old. It's customary here to describe one's appearance, so briefly: I'm a brunette, hair to my shoulders, eyes are brown. My figure is average, breasts are size 3.5, my butt is not the currently fashionable pumped-up "nut," but a perfectly normal, standard butt. My waist is slim, which makes my breasts even more prominent.

I have a husband, his name is Oleg, he's 32. He's my third sexual partner, and only with him did I start having orgasms.

So it happened that my husband has a sister, with whom he has exactly an 18-year age difference. His sister is, as they say, a "blowjob star" — since she was 18, rumors have been circulating in his hometown about what and who she did on an abandoned construction site. The problem is that when we visit his family, we have to sleep in the same bed with this little slut. Imagine my surprise when I found out that the brother and sister always slept in the same bed until he got married. Not only can we not have sex on such nights, but she also, out of habit, presses her breasts against him (which grew quite well on village milk), and one morning I noticed he had an erection, and his hand was on her butt.

Both pretended to be asleep, but I'm more than sure it wasn't accidental. The story I want to tell happened last summer and precisely because of his sister: my husband told me he wanted to visit his parents, I made excuses about a lot of work and not being able to leave our cat with anyone. He left, and I spent the whole day gloomily wandering around, imagining how in the dark of night his grown-up little sister presses against him, and he, pretending to be asleep, gropes her young, slender body. By evening, I was ready to climb the walls from such thoughts, especially when he called me and said, "Svetka and I are already going to bed."

Then I thought that if he could behave like that, then I could allow myself to grind a little with boys at the club — nothing serious, just a couple of hot dances and at most a few kisses under the influence of cocktails. I don't want to cheat on him, but I want to get a little revenge.

I put on a dark green dress that tightly hugged my figure — the skirt was knee-length and the neckline was quite deep. Revealing enough to turn a guy on, but not slutty enough to force him to fuck. I also didn't do my makeup too provocatively — moderate eyeliner, but bright red lipstick. After thinking, I took off my bra — after all, his sister sleeps without one. My nipples stood out brightly under the thin fabric of the dress, but I decided it was an acceptable risk.

At the club, everything went better than expected: I immediately attracted the attention of two guys, Dima and Seryozha. porn stories We sat at the same table, the guys bought me cocktails, I danced with both in turn. During the dances, as I expected, the guys let their hands wander a bit — not to outright groping, but it was clear they really wanted to. When Dima and I made out for three dances in a row, I realized I was wet and it was time to run.

— Guys, I have to go! — I shouted (so I could be heard over the music). — Thanks for a good evening!

— That's it? — Seryozha shouted back disappointedly. — Everything was going so well!

— I know! — I agreed. — My goal was just to grind with guys to get back at my husband, nothing serious! If you want, I'll pay for myself!

— No need! — Dima shouted, putting his hand on my waist. — We'll pay! Let us give you a ride?

I looked at him distrustfully. Catching my look, Seryozha explained:

— Don't be afraid, we won't rape you! We have a rule: if you don't get lucky the first time at the club, then there's nothing to catch here today. We'll give you a ride and then go pick up some prostitutes.

I was a bit offended by the comparison, but on the other hand, what did I expect with such behavior? After paying, we went to the guys' car, Seryozha got behind the wheel, and Dima and I got in the back seat.

— Do you mind if I kiss you a little more? — Dima asked first. — No continuation, just… well, you're really beautiful.

— Why not? — I shrugged, and we started making out passionately, and this time Dima's hands were all over my body — over the dress, but he groped me completely. The car stopped, Seryozha explained:

— Tanya, I picked up a passenger, Andrey. He's a buddy, I'm just giving him a ride, you don't mind?

— Your car, your rules, — I replied, breaking away from the kiss. Andrey got into the car, and I found myself squeezed between two men. I felt a pang of fear and excitement at the same time.

— What a babe, — Andrey appraised me. — Will you kiss me too?

— Andryukha, no continuation, — Dima warned immediately. — The lady wants revenge on her husband, not to cheat.

— No problem, — Andrey said with a chuckle. I, after thinking, still turned to him and started making out with the third guy of the evening. Dima, meanwhile, was stroking and squeezing my buttocks, Andrey's hand landed on my breast, and I felt his finger stroking my hard nipple, arousing me even more. There must have been a huge wet spot on my dress skirt by now.

— Tanya, — Seryozha's voice intervened in this debauchery. — Do you mind stopping by the embankment and having a little cognac? The evening has just begun, it's stupid to lock yourself at home. The embankment is always crowded, you don't have to worry about your honor.

— Convinced, — I replied, breathing heavily. — Just a little and in a crowded place. Hey!

The last shout was because, it turns out, Andrey's finger wasn't just stroking my nipple, but also moved the fabric of the dress aside, exposing my right breast to view.

— Forgive him, — Dima hastily covered my breast back up, not forgetting to squeeze it in the process.

— I just got carried away, such breasts even dressed, — Andrey added with regret but without remorse. — I'd just stick it between them.

The car stopped, we went into a store, bought two bottles of cognac and snacks, then cozily settled on the embankment, looking at the river. I didn't kiss anyone else, we just drank cognac, looked at the stars, and laughed, when suddenly Andrey asked:

— Tanyukha, why do you want revenge on your husband? Did he cheat?

I told the whole situation in detail. Dima snorted:

— So you're taking revenge the wrong way.

— What do you mean? — after the cocktails and the third shot of cognac, my brain wasn't working as before, and I decided to be careful in my conclusions.

— Well, he's definitely seen his sister's tits. She's not shy around him at all if they slept together. First you change her clothes when she's little, then she grows up and starts doing it herself, but why would she leave the room? You've already seen everything there.

I imagined Svetka taking off her T-shirt, with nothing underneath, and my husband looking at her size 4 breasts, and his "beast" getting hard.

— You need to show your tits to the world, — Seryozha continued his thought. So that other men, looking at you, would stroke their dicks, so you'd know the revenge is right.

— But how do I do that for the world? — I babbled in confusion.

— Take a photo and post it on a dating site, — Andrey suggested. — The easiest way.

— Want us to give your breasts the most erotic photoshoot? — Dima offered. — No one knows better than a man what will please a man.

— Only if it's not long, — I warned. — You still have to pick up prostitutes, and I have a report to finish.

— No problem. Let's go to a hotel? — Seryozha stood up.

— What do you mean, a hotel? — I was confused.

— It's a crowded place, — Andrey snorted, — the cops might pick us up for that.

I agreed and we went to a hotel. On the way to the hotel, I made out with Dima, Andrey completely undressed my breasts, but I didn't object anymore — the guys would photograph them anyway, what's the point in hiding? The whole way, Andrey licked and sucked my nipples, so by the time we arrived at the hotel, I had thoughts of masturbating right in front of the guys just to cum, but for now I held back.

The "hotel" turned out to be a small establishment in the entrance of a residential building, renting out rooms converted from apartments. Seryozha went to arrange renting a room, while Andrey, Dima, and I

got out of the car, and my breasts remained bare, which I, in my drunken state, didn't notice right away.

In the room, the guys immediately got to work: Seryozha took out his phone, Dima and Andrey, in between shots, sucked and kissed my breasts to make the nipples look more erotic. After a while, Seryozha said:

— This is good, of course, but we need more variety.

— I know how to lick nipples with my tongue! — without thinking long, I started demonstrating my skill. Seryozha's jaw dropped, he didn't immediately come to his senses to capture this sight, and Dima and Andrey somehow disappeared from my field of vision.

— Now all the schoolboys will visit your page to jerk off, — Andrey announced. Turning around, I saw that Dima and Andrey were already undressed and stroking their dicks, which were standing like soldiers on duty.

— Listen, no one has ever turned me on like this, — Dima said plaintively. — And you have a wet spot all over your butt. Let's help each other?

— A sensible thought, — Seryozha thought in favor of revenge. — If we take a photo of you stroking two dicks, no 18-year-old Svetkas can compete with you.

"Svetka the blowjob star" on the gates, her nightly pressing her butt and breasts against my husband…

— Okay, but only handjobs, — I said decisively, getting on my knees. Dima and Andrey approached me from different sides, and I started stroking two erections, amazed at their strength and fullness: my husband hasn't gotten fully hard for me in a long time. Seryozha set his phone on the nightstand and also approached:

— It's on auto-shoot, and I'm about to cum in my pants like a teenager, — with these words, he started shoving his dick between my breasts, simultaneously massaging them with them. This wasn't stipulated in the rules, but after thinking, I decided it fit the definition of "handjob," especially since the realization that I had turned on three men at once was driving me crazy. As if remembering me, Andrey's finger moved my panties aside and penetrated inside, fucking my pussy.

— So tight, — Andrey reported in a strained voice. — I've fucked women whose asses were wider than your pussy…

In rhythm with his finger's movements, I started moaning, riding on it. My mouth opened into an "O," which Seryozha immediately took advantage of. At that point, I wasn't thinking about my husband or cheating anymore, I wanted to suck, and I gladly seized the offered opportunity, first running my tongue over his head, then only starting to suck for real.

Andrey's finger left my pussy, and before I could protest, it was in my ass, lubricated with my juices. Oleg and I practiced anal a couple of times, but he was squeamish, so we had to forget about it. Oh, how good it felt…

I was unceremoniously lifted to my feet and immediately sat down on the dick of Dima, who was sitting on the couch. I started jumping on him furiously, but Andrey's dick in my mouth slightly hindered the process, and when Seryozha's dick, which I had slobbered on, positioned itself at my ass, moving became altogether difficult.

I was being fucked. Like the last slut, I was fucked by three men who got me drunk and deceived me. I sucked, another man fucked my pussy, and a third fucked my ass. Andrey's dick smelled different than my husband's — and that was a turn-on. Dima squeezed my butt, spreading my cheeks apart, so Seryozha penetrated deeper. Seryozha set the rhythm, squeezing my breasts and directing my nipples into Dima's mouth. Andrey put his hand on the back of my head, pushing his dick deeper than I would have liked. I cheated on my husband — and at that thought, I was overcome by an orgasm. From the contractions of my muscles, Dima and Seryozha also came (they came inside me, and without asking), Andrey lasted a couple of minutes longer. They all fucked me a little more each in "their" hole after the orgasms, after which they released me, leaking cum from all holes. My panties, torn by someone in a fit of passion, were lying on the floor, my dress was crumpled around my waist.

I know it's customary here to make up 4-5 times a night, but the guys and I got really drunk before, so Andrey and Dima passed out, and Seryozha called me a taxi, paying for it in full. Please leave comments on whether I should continue my stories. Because if I should — I have more to tell.