Silence gives consent.

This beautiful and true story is about how I managed to bring unforgettable changes into my and my wife's sex life, and into the sex life of our friend, changes that turned our inner world upside down.

Alik

I am a man of above-average age, I'll call myself Alik. I married for love a hot Caucasian girl when I was 25. In sexual terms, Karina—my wife—wasn't particularly temperamental, she simply performed her marital duties, which allowed us to have two children. My wife turned out to be "hot" only in character and behavior. Over time, her sexuality completely disappeared. I, on the contrary, always needed sex

more than my wife could give me, and therefore had affairs on the side all my life. In general, nothing outstanding, just a simple, gray sex life. No, she gave it to me sometimes, but she herself didn't get pleasure from sex. Naturally, this was reflected in my mood and sex life. I didn't dare to hint at the need to make any changes to our sex life. Any conversations on this topic were forbidden in our family.

But at 45, something happened in my life that I want to tell about.

I have a friend, an army comrade, his name is Akhmed. We were family friends, often visited each other, spent time together, chatting about this and that, reminiscing about our younger years, and were very close. I never thought of Dina, Akhmed's wife, as a sexual partner. We lived in different regions but visited each other quite often.

During one of Akhmed and Dina's visits, as usual, we stayed up late. Memories of youth, jokes, laughter. Akhmed and Dina decided to spend the night at our place, and Karina and I happily welcomed this decision. They lived in a neighboring region, came every year for vacation to a nearby resort town, stayed in some sanatorium or rented apartment, and visited us several times during their stay.

And we visited them at the sanatorium too.Already past midnight, the women, having cleared the table but leaving us the drinks and snacks, went to chat in another room. Akhmed and I sat for a long time, finishing the remaining alcohol, and, as usual among men, the conversation imperceptibly turned to sex, to women. As always, I complained that my wife was increasingly refusing me sex, so I was forced to seek adventures on the side. I told him about my latest girlfriend.

Akhmed, on the contrary, praised his wife, always ready for sex, aroused by the slightest touch or conversations on the topic.

She's been like that since her youth, and she's stayed that way," he said. "I'm incredibly lucky with Dina."

"Ah... If I had a friend like that, I'd never look elsewhere," I said.

Akhmed paused briefly, as if hesitating to say something.

"Wouldn't you like to sleep with my Dinka?" he suddenly asked.

It sounded like a bolt from the blue! I never thought about sex with my friend's wife. I deeply respected this family, treated them like a brother and sister, and didn't even allow such a turn of events in my thoughts.

"What are you saying, brother!" I exclaimed indignantly. "Are you trying to play a joke on me?"

To this, Akhmed objected that he had long dreamed of sex with his wife in an MFM format but didn't know how or who to trust. That he saw me as the only worthy partner.

"And you are our best friend. Dina loves you very much, and it will be easier for her to have this experience with you," he said.

He persuaded me for a long time, told me that he had hinted to Dina many times about threesome sex, she categorically refused, said that her husband was enough for her and she had no intention of sharing a bed with anyone else. Such conversations had periodically arisen between him and his wife over the last few years. And, in the end, Dina simply remained silent, which Akhmed interpreted as a sign of agreement.

"I don't even know what to say," I replied to him. "You are our best friends, what if Dina gets offended and our relationship is ruined. I would never dare to do such a thing."

Akhmed assured me that everything would be fine, that he hadn't told Dinka yet, but would tell her in a few days and, depending on her reaction, would prepare the ground himself and let me know.Several days passed after this conversation. Then Akhmed called and invited Karina and me to visit. There was some holiday, and he suggested celebrating it together.I informed Karina about this, but she didn't show much interest; it was clear she wasn't in a festive mood, wasn't feeling well, but said she'd decide by the evening.

In the end, I went to the party alone. Akhmed and Dina welcomed me very warmly. She was dressed in a light home dress just below the knees. On her head was a headscarf, worn in the Caucasian style, which emphasized her femininity. She wasn't prone to being overweight. She had an amazing figure. Her breasts captivated the gaze.

Dina was very upset by Karina's absence, but there was nothing to be done, the three of us sat down to dinner. All evening, that conversation with Akhmed wouldn't leave my mind. I had been thinking about it all the previous days, and the more I thought, the more convinced I became that Akhmed was very determined and wouldn't back down. It would happen sooner or later, if not with me, then with someone else. And I already liked Dinka as a person, as a friend. And over these days, I started thinking of her as a woman too.

I wonder, did Akhmed tell her about his idea? How did she react? How will it all turn out today? These and other questions swirled in my head all evening, but Akhmed remained silent, and I didn't want to start this conversation first. We sat for a long time, chatting, drinking. Dina doesn't drink much alcohol, but that evening she drank enough, so by about 11 o'clock she was getting sleepy.

"Boys," she said, "if you want to sit longer, go ahead, but I'm going to sleep. Alik, I've made up a bed for you on the sofa. I'm going to sleep," and with these words, she went to the bedroom.

Akhmed and I sat for a while longer, had another drink. It seemed the conversation on the topic Akhmed had brought up last time wouldn't come up, but Akhmed did start talking about it and said that today it should happen, another convenient opportunity might not present itself. Yes, he had told Dina that he wanted to have sex with her with my participation. And that they had no one closer or more reliable than me. Dina initially categorically objected, but after Akhmed's arguments, she calmed down and, as usual, remained silent.

"So she suspects it will happen today," said Akhmed.

From the conversations and thoughts on this topic, I got very aroused; my cock was literally bursting out of my pants. But nothing was noticeable, as I had long learned to hide my organ: I lift it up, press it against my groin, and tight briefs hold it in that position. Nothing is visible under trousers. My cock is my pride! It's not very large, about 17 centimeters long and 5 in circumference. But the main thing is, by nature, it's always in a semi-erect state.

Akhmed, also very aroused, "instructed" me on what we would do. We agreed that first Akhmed would go into the bedroom where Dina was sleeping. He would "stir her up," and I would join them about 10 minutes later. We decided on that.

Akhmed went to the bedroom, and I stripped down to my briefs and settled on the sofa. To avoid falling asleep, I didn't lie down but just sat and watched TV. Thoughts of sex with Dinka didn't leave me for a minute. Periodically, I went to the bedroom door and listened to what was happening there. But nothing was happening. At least, I didn't hear anything.

It seemed like an eternity passed before I quietly opened the bedroom door and in the semi-darkness approached the bed from Dina's side.

They were lying on their sides. Akhmed's head was between Dina's legs. She was making muffled moans; it was clear she really liked what was happening. I sat on the bed next to her, not daring to touch Dina. They didn't see but understood that I had joined their company. I sat indecisively for about five minutes. During this time, Akhmed changed positions. Now they were lying in the classic style, and Akhmed carefully inserted his small cock into her womb. I took off my briefs, moved closer, took Dina's hand in mine, and placed it on my cock.Dina didn't resist, didn't pull her hand away….

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Akhmed

My name is Akhmed. I am married to a wonderful woman named Dina. We have lived many years of happy life together. Dina is very sexual, gets aroused instantly, and is ready for sex at any time. Day or night. She had a firm body, slender legs, and size 3 breasts of a very correct and appetizing shape. They didn't sag on her and even without a bra retained their shape.

When I was over 40, I started showing signs of weakened potency; I came quickly, although the desire to have sex didn't diminish. In bed with my wife, I increasingly began to pleasure her orally, and inserted my cock only at the very last moment, when orgasm was already inevitable. She reciprocated. She kissed and caressed my cock, took it in her mouth and gently sucked, driving me crazy. During this period, I began to think about the need to add variety to our sex life. I really wanted to try sex in an MFM format.

Therefore, I rejected this method of acquaintance from the start. I hoped to meet a couple or a single man somewhere on vacation, at a sanatorium. But I had no luck. I couldn't bring myself to talk about this topic with essentially strangers, who might react unpredictably.

The thought of trying this with my army friend Alik had been with me for a long time, but I didn't dare express this thought to him openly. His beautiful wife Karina, although a daredevil, was, as Alik said more than once, practically frigid in sex, and sexual pleasures didn't particularly delight her. Alik constantly had some dubious affairs, which he sometimes told me about. So I firmly decided that sooner or later I would tell him about my fantasies. There was no better option.

But first, I needed to prepare Dinka. I quite often started conversations with her on this topic, but she rejected such proposals. She said that I was enough for her and, besides me, she didn't need anyone else.This went on for several years. Once again, I brought it up right after intimacy, when I saw that she remained unsatisfied, even though she still had an orgasm during sex. Her need for sex increased with age, while mine faded. Apparently, my persistent persuasions had an effect on her, as this time she simply remained silent. Several times, Dina answered my questions with silence, and I decided she agreed.

One time, Alik and I sat over a bottle late into the night, got talking, and gradually moved on to sexual topics. At some point, I unexpectedly, even for myself, offered Alik to "try" my wife.He was deeply surprised by the offer, but after my stories about my failures in sex with her, about my fantasies and attempts to find a friend, he decided that it was better him than someone else, as despite his modesty and restraint, I could see that he really liked my wife.

A few days later, we invited him and his wife over for some holiday. But Alik came alone. Karina cited feeling unwell and stayed home.After Dina had already gone to sleep, Alik and I sat for another two hours, talking and drinking. It was a very convenient moment to realize our "conspiracy." So we agreed that I would go to Dinka first, and he would join us a little later.

I went into the bedroom to my wife. We had a wide double bed, on which three adults could easily fit.Dina was lying on her left side, knees pulled up to her stomach, fast asleep. She had probably slept for at least two hours. I did everything for her pleasant awakening.

I lay behind her, my head towards her feet, and began to caress her firm buttocks with both hands, slowly approaching her perineum. I quietly pulled down and removed her panties to her knees. Started kissing with my tongue and caressing her buttocks and perineum. If before this she hadn't shown she was awake, after these caresses she removed the rest of her clothes and we continued. I put my head between her legs and began to caress her clitoris, labia with my tongue. She squeezed her legs and pressed my face even harder against her crotch. We had sex this way many times, and it wasn't new to us.

She very quickly transitioned into a "pre-orgasmic" state, and when that state arrived, she pressed my head with her legs and regulated the rhythm to prolong the pleasure. Just at that time, Alik joined us. He hesitantly sat on the edge of the bed and began to watch us. After enjoying the oral caresses, we assumed the classic position. After a couple of minutes, we came together. During the whole process, we didn't utter a word. Only rapid breathing and quiet moans from my little wife betrayed our tension. So the orgasm was stormy and abundant.

As usual, right after sex, I turn my back to my wife and fall asleep. This time was no exception. But before that, I saw that Dina covered herself with the sheet, and Alik's hand cautiously touched Dina's hand. They're very shy, I thought, and turned on my side, back to Dinka. She lay silently on her back closer to the center of the bed and awaited the outcome. She had just come, but that clearly wasn't enough for her. And, I think, deep down, she wanted the sex to continue.

Pretending to sleep, I began to listen to what would happen next. I felt that Alik moved to more active actions. But under the influence of the alcohol consumed and the sexual release, my eyes were closing, and I unnoticeably fell asleep.

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Dina

My Akhmed has definitely gone crazy! How can he not be ashamed to offer his wife such a thing!? I'm supposed to give myself to the first stranger to satisfy his whim! Or maybe he's testing my "loyalty"? In 18 years of living together, I have never cheated on him, although there were opportunities. He trusted me boundlessly and never showed signs of jealousy. We love each other very much, and I'm very afraid of losing him. I'm not a prude, not a downtrodden mountain woman, but a modern, educated woman, yet even for me, my husband's proposals seemed wild.

Months and years passed, he periodically expressed his proposals to me, so over time I simply got used to them and stopped reacting to them. Although credit must be given to my Akhmed: he is trying for me. Lately, he's been fucking more and more with his tongue. But he doesn't talk about his problems; when I ask, he says everything's fine. Once, I saw a package of Prostonol in his desk drawer—a medicine like that, advertised on TV at one time as a panacea for male ailments. But I didn't notice a significant improvement in his sexual functions after the course of treatment.

A lot of time passed before my views on sex and sexual life changed. What if he's really telling the truth and a third participant in our sex would benefit him? And I wouldn't be left out either, I thought. Now I started thinking about it. Scenes of group sex began to appear to me more often. It seemed to me that Akhmed and some stranger with a huge cock were having me together. These fantasies especially often came after sex with Akhmed. Under these fantasies, I quietly masturbated and brought myself "to condition" when Akhmed, out of habit, turned to the other side and fell asleep.

In general, by the time of our last trip to our friends, threesome sex no longer seemed such a shameful thing to me. But I didn't dare admit it. And when once again he said we