At night, all cats are grey.

This story happened when friends invited us to their dacha for an overnight stay. The evening promised to be pleasant, but everything was ruined by a sudden thunderstorm with heavy rain. All our cultural plans went out the window. First, we were locked indoors by the bad weather, and then the power went out. Our friends didn't have any candles. Sashka went to see the cooperative chairman and returned with the news that some crap had burned out at the substation, and there would be no electricity until morning.

Going home was not an option—everyone had already had quite a bit to drink. Sitting in pitch darkness was also boring, so by 10 o'clock, it was decided to go to bed. The house was big, but there was only one warm room: with two wide

beds against the walls. Although you couldn't see a damn thing in the room, the ladies kicked us out onto the porch to smoke while they got settled.

About 10 minutes later, thoroughly chilled, Sashka and I decided to go back in.

"Wait," I stopped him, "you can't see anything in there. Where am I supposed to lie down?"

"We usually sleep on the left. We'll figure it out!"

We went inside by feel. I immediately went to the right. Found a bed, patted my wife over the blanket:

"Katya, is that you?"

"Mmm... uh-huh...," my wife was already sound asleep under the influence of alcohol.

"See," Sashka's whisper came, "We figured it out. Mine's out cold too. Alright, man, good night."

"See you in the morning."

I quickly stripped down to my underwear and dove under the blanket with my wife, pressing myself against her hot body with pleasure. She grumbled discontentedly but didn't wake up. I hugged her, noting that Katya was sleeping in a short nightgown with nothing underneath. The heat of her body had a beneficial effect on me: I warmed up quickly, and my dick began to assume a battle-ready position, pressing between my wife's buttocks. I listened: from the neighboring bed came light snoring and quiet rustling. "And what am I—worse?" I thought and slowly lifted the hem of the nightgown. My fully hardened dick slipped between my wife's buttocks. I slid my hand under the fabric and felt Katya's breast. Today it seemed somehow fuller than usual. But at that moment, I didn't pay it any mind. I began to gently massage the breast while simultaneously making slow back-and-forth movements between my spouse's buttocks.

The rustling from the neighboring bed intensified, and soon a muffled female moan was heard. Our friends, it seemed, had moved on to more serious actions. (specially for etales.ru—.ru) I lowered my hand and felt for my wife's slit, wanting to check if she was ready to accept my club. And then it was as if I was burned. My finger touched the pubic area, and there was hair growing there!!! I jerked my hand back in fear. Because I knew for sure that Katya had gotten a full wax the day before to "look normal at the bathhouse." So that means...! The realization made my heart pound wildly.

But if this is Tanya, then that means Sashka is currently fucking my wife!!! And that they were fucking—there was no doubt about it. Their bed was rhythmically creaking, and in time with that creak came their hot panting. My friend is fucking my wife! Three meters away from me!! And, it seems, doesn't even suspect!!! After all, Katya and Tanya were quite similar (not in the face, of course!): the same build and height, both had short hair. And Sashka and I were sometimes mistaken for brothers!

I froze in horror, afraid to move, but then Tanya herself reached her hand behind her back, grabbed my dick, and guided it into herself, whispering discontentedly:

"Why did you stop?"

That's it! After that, I was no longer in control of myself. And the noise from the neighboring bed spurred me on. I began actively working my hips, driving my dick in to the hilt. Tanya's pussy seemed tighter to me than Katya's, and hotter, and more desirable... Although, most likely, it just seemed that way. I gave it my all. My friend's wife began moaning louder and louder, while my wife was already moaning out loud. Their bed was rocking wildly. Ours—wasn't far behind. And then in the darkness, the familiar drawn-out, thin moan of my finishing beloved was heard. A couple of seconds later, it was joined by Tatyana's hoarse "a-a-a-a-a." They were coming simultaneously. Tanya was convulsing, her vagina began to rhythmically contract, bringing my own orgasm closer. I barely held back from moaning myself. My whole body turned into a taut string, and my dick began to spew streams of cum...

After catching my breath, I gently kissed Tanya on the shoulder and climbed out from under the blanket. Pulled on my underwear, found my jeans on the floor, grabbed my cigarettes, and went out onto the porch. Not feeling the cold, I nervously lit a cigarette. A minute later, Sashka joined me. I looked at him. He lit a cigarette and asked:

"So, how was Tanya?"

"Sorry, old man..."

"Ah, come on... I also realized it when it was already too late to stop..."

"So what do we do?"

"Nothing. They, by the looks of it, didn't understand anything. Now we each go to our own and that's it... Did you at least like it?"

"Yes."

"Yours wasn't bad either..."

In the morning, we each woke up with our own wives. Sashka and I pretended nothing had happened. The ladies, it seemed, really were unaware of what had transpired. After breakfast, we packed up and went our separate ways home.

The day passed as usual. In the evening, already in bed, Katya suddenly snuggled up to me.

"But I like your dick more."

"W-what whose?"

"You know whose! You think I didn't guess from the very beginning that it was Sashka?"

"Fuck! And why didn't you push him away?"

"But you weren't in a hurry to part with Tatyana either!"

"Yeah... We had a good time..."

"I liked it. Even though your dick is better, the situation itself... I had such an orgasm!"

"Congratulations. I also... liked it..."

"Lesh... That's not all..."

"What do you mean?"

"Well... We didn't mix up the beds by accident. We decided to try. To see what would happen..."

"Seems like it turned out pretty good."

"Yes. And I called them while you were in the bath. They're fine with everything too. We even tentatively agreed on something, but without your consent... Anyway, you don't mind if we invite them over on Friday? For an overnight stay?"

"Oh, you little slut of mine!"

"I love you too."

"Does that mean 'yes'?"

"That means 'yes'. Although I think with this setup, a simple wife swap won't be the end of it."

"I'm hoping for that, my love..."

Read in Part 2:

An unexpected visit from Katya's sister derails the planned swinger party for our heroes. But Alexey will still manage to put his dick to use elsewhere that evening...