New friends
At a certain point, my wife and I realized we needed to get a divorce. Our relationship had completely disappointed us, and spending the rest of our lives with someone indifferent to you is pointless. We decided to sell the apartment we bought with a mortgage and split the money and belongings. Our shared child would live with us in turns. And since things had turned out this way, we decided to try swinging.
I'm 31 years old, 175 cm tall, with an athletic build. My wife is 29, 160 cm tall, and after giving birth, she started weighing 75 kilograms, but the kilograms settled where they should. She gained a little weight around the waist, her hips and butt (I can't call it anything else,
yes, she's a bit plump, but toned) increased in volume, and her breasts no longer fit in my hand. She has long, natural, red hair.In the end, we met a couple roughly our age. The guy, Oleg, is 30 years old, 190 cm tall, and slender. His wife, Marina, is 29, 170 cm tall, with an athletic build, a brunette with a bob haircut.
After three days of messaging, we agreed to spend the weekend at their dacha. The journey wasn't short—over three hundred kilometers one way—but my wife and I decided it would be even more interesting that way, and if something didn't suit us, we'd just turn around and go home.
On Friday evening, we left our child in the care of the older generation. At home, we packed our things and went to bed early. On Saturday morning, we stopped by a store, picked up food and alcohol according to a list, filled up the car, and set off to meet the adventure. We had the address of their apartment and got there without any major issues using the navigator. I didn't know their city well, so we were a bit delayed on the road. The guys turned out to be impatient and were waiting for us with their things at the entrance. It was nearing lunchtime, and to avoid getting stuck in traffic, we decided to postpone the introductions, quickly threw everything into the trunk, and headed out of town.
There was tension in the car; the conversation wasn't flowing. We drove for about forty minutes in silence, pretending to listen to the radio.
Upon arrival, we started unloading the food and belongings. The dacha was a standard six hundred square meters. A small house: when you enter, it's either a kitchen or an entrance hall, and then a room. The room had a bed and a sofa. I didn't really like that; I thought there would be two separate rooms, but for now, I decided not to rush things.
Leaving our ladies in the house to change and set the table, Oleg and I went to heat up the sauna and light the grill. It turned out they had bought the dacha recently; the sauna needed repairs, though you could wash there, but that was about it.
About half an hour later, the wives came out to call us to the table. They had prepared snacks and changed into swimsuits.
"Well, how is it?" Marina asked, seeing our reaction. She was wearing a black strapless bikini. In it, her tanned body looked simply wonderful.
"Then let's go have a bite, because Olezka is so hungry he's about to flood the whole dacha with drool," Marina said. Everyone smiled and went into the house. Oleg still couldn't say anything, and my wife became embarrassed by his attention.
Inside the house, a vegetable salad and sandwiches awaited us. Oleg suggested having a drink. I declined, citing the heat, but the ladies agreed to have a glass of wine. After eating, everyone went outside.
"So, what do you think?" I asked my wife when we were alone. Oleg and Marina had gone to the sauna.
"Well, in principle, it'll do?" she replied. So, she was satisfied with everything, and I could start drinking; we definitely weren't going home today.
It had already gotten dark outside, and I decided to hurry things along.
"Darling, aren't you tired?" I asked my wife. "Maybe you should go lie down?"
My wife and Oleg looked at me with confused expressions. Despite the long journey, she clearly didn't look sleepy or tired and was flirting with Oleg with all her might. Before she could object, Marina came to my aid:
"Darling, escort our guest to the bedroom," she said to her husband.
Oleg immediately understood everything and eagerly jumped up from the table. It seemed my wife also drew conclusions and went with him into the room without objection. I could see she wasn't against getting to know Oleg better.
Marina and I had a drink, and she asked me:
"Don't you like me?"
"You're very beautiful," I replied. I didn't know what else to say. The situation was very unusual for me. I turned to her and kissed her on the lips. She returned the kiss. It felt like her lips burned me; our tongues intertwined in a passionate kiss. Without breaking the kiss, she sat on top of me. I took off the top of her swimsuit and began exploring her body with my hands. She hugged me tightly and rubbed against my rising cock.
While we were passionately kissing and embracing, a characteristic creaking of the bed came from the next room. Marina stood up and started taking off her bikini bottoms. I took a condom out of my pocket and took off my shorts along with my underwear; I hadn't put on a T-shirt after the sauna. As soon as I took off my shorts and put on the condom, Marina immediately sat on me. My cock sank into her pussy; she was so wet and hot.
Marina purred something like a contented cat and started bouncing on me at a frantic pace. But I wasn't thinking about the gorgeous woman on top of me; I was thinking about my future ex-wife and the fact that she was with another man. I'm a terrible possessive person, and the thoughts that I voluntarily let someone use my, albeit unloved, wife in exchange for another woman were bringing me emotions I couldn't yet understand, emotions I was trying to sort out.
While I was soul-searching, Marina managed to come and was just sitting on me. I let her rest a bit, then started getting up from the chair, taking her with me. We stood facing each other; as I stood up, my cock slipped out of her. Our repertoire of positions was limited. Nothing better came to mind than to turn Marina with her back to me, press slightly on her shoulder with one hand while holding her waist with the other and pressing her against my cock. She leaned her hands on the edge of the table, and I was inside her hot pussy again.
"If you want, you can take me in the ass. Oleg and I often practice anal, so don't be shy."
I almost jumped to the ceiling from such an offer; my wife rarely allowed that. I didn't have to ask twice. I bent Marina over the edge of the table again. With one hand, I moved her buttock aside, and with the other, I guided my cock toward the ring of her anus, which had already noticeably opened. Overcoming slight resistance, my tip disappeared into the beautiful, tanned ass. I paused for a second to savor the moment and slowly continued exploring such enticing depths. "Seems like Oleg definitely has a big cock," was the last thing I managed to think. Marina started moving to meet me. It was noticeably tighter where I was allowed in, but Marina, accustomed to a larger size, didn't feel discomfort and kept increasing the pace; I tried to keep up.
Within a minute, I was fucking her ass at the same speed as her pussy. Marina gripped the edge of the table and started moaning out loud. It couldn't last long like that. After about five minutes, with my left arm, I hugged her around the stomach, and with my right hand, I grabbed her left breast. We straightened up together; I pressed her against me with all my strength and started to come.
After the orgasm, exhausted, I sat down on the chair, taking Marinka with me. We sat for a bit in silence, coming to our senses, then she slowly started to get up. My cock slipped out of her with a characteristic sound. To avoid making a mess, she started getting dressed. I also pulled on my underwear and shorts, and we went outside to smoke. A couple of minutes later, Oleg and my wife joined us.