Husband's re-education

This story was told by a thirty-two-year-old girl named Nastya. And I will continue it from her perspective.

My name is Anastasia, I'm a rather beautiful girl with dark hair, average height, green-eyed, with a great figure. I've been married since I was twenty, my husband's name is Mikhail, he's four years older than me. Ours is a love marriage, we truly loved each other very much, but over time, probably like everyone else, the feelings cooled down and turned into habit. Sex used to bring only pleasure, we constantly experimented, tried to give each other pleasure. In recent years, everything has become mundane, it really feels like you're performing some kind of duty. And we don't even have children

yet, at first we tried to live for ourselves, and now we have money, and a house, but... Lately, I started noticing that my husband has been paying a lot of attention to Victoria, the wife of his friend Sergey; they work together, and we've been friends as families for about three years now. Vika is three years younger than me, a very beautiful girl, black hair, bangs—at first I thought it was a wig—a neat upturned nose, a bit shorter than me, a little fuller, in short, a cute little doll.

I started getting jealous of my Misha over Vika; he constantly compliments her, admires her. And lately, Sergey and Vika have been our best friends. Although maybe I was just overthinking it, sometimes all this angered me. I could only tell my younger sister Mashka about this; she's twenty-one and was studying at university. Masha is somewhat similar to me, but a bit taller, her hair is lighter, and she's just as beautiful. It seems after Christmas, I complained to my little sister about my husband, told her about my jealousy, and we started discussing how to find a way out. And Mashutka said we needed to compromise Vika in Misha's eyes, so he would become disillusioned with her. But how to do that practically, since we're friends and I didn't want to quarrel. And then, unexpectedly for me, my sister suggested seducing the beautiful Victoria, and that she was ready to do it, even with pleasure. I was a bit shocked and immediately started questioning her about lesbian tendencies. But Masha, without embarrassment, reassured me, saying she has a normal orientation, but in the dorm, she sometimes fools around with girlfriends, and that there's nothing scary about it, it's not condemned nowadays. Now, with curiosity, I started asking for details; Mashka told me a little about her adventures with girls, but somehow without specifics. She tried to steer the conversation towards how to hit on Vikuska.

And so, we were celebrating March 8th at our place, Masha came from her studies and joined us. We have a wonderful house practically in the center of our city, which allows us to calmly barbecue in the yard. That's how it was then; already a bit tipsy, the guys were outside by the fire, I was bustling about, and Masha went to the kitchen to see Vika. Jokingly, my sister started praising the girl, giving compliments, admiring her beauty. Vika was, of course, pleased; she smiled, flirted. Seizing the moment, Mashka hugged Victoria from behind and started whispering in her ear.

"Vikus, don't think anything, but you're so appetizing, I just want to eat you up. Seriously though, I want you and I can't hold back." — at this, Masha kissed the girl's shoulder.

At these words, Victoria first flinched but didn't try to break free from my sister's embrace. She listened, didn't know how to react, and the wine was doing its thing.

"Mash, you're a beautiful girl, and your words are pleasant to me, but I'm not into girls."

"I'm not into it either, but you've captured my heart, and I can't hold back, I confessed to you. But no one will know, and if you feel uncomfortable, you'll stop me."

Masha turned Vika's face towards her and kissed her on the lips. Vikuska didn't resist and started kissing back, tongues came into play. And only the noise—I was approaching the kitchen—stopped the girls. Nothing else special happened that evening, but the girls agreed to meet the following weekend. My sister told me everything, and I eagerly awaited the continuation.

As planned, Masha and Vika met three days later. My sister said Victoria was very nervous; her husband had gone with their son to his grandmother's, so the house was at their disposal. Mashutka immediately took the initiative, hugged her friend, and started kissing. Vika gradually calmed down, and they went to the bedroom. The girls fell onto the bed, Masha kissed her friend on the lips, then started kissing her neck, her hand stroking her waist, butt, legs. Vika took over the initiative, started undressing Mashenka, kissed her breasts. Gradually, they undressed each other; Mashka went down and started gently kissing her friend's "mound," began licking her clitoris with her tongue. Vikusia moaned, sometimes stroking, sometimes gripping the hair on my little sister's head; now she relaxed and enjoyed the caresses of the young girl. Mashutka tried hard, and it was noticeable by how Vika writhed, how she screamed; finally, an orgasm came. Vikusia took a long time to come back to herself, squeezing her friend's head with her legs. Now Vika tried to thank her friend; she laid her on her back and settled herself between her legs. Victoria had no experience, but she tried as best she could, sucking on her clitoris, thoroughly licking the girl's "pussy." Now it was Masha's turn to experience a wonderful orgasm.

"See, Vik, how wonderful this is, and you were afraid," Mashka said, catching her breath.

"It's amazing, I never thought it could be like this. You're just lovely, Mashenka."

The girls started kissing, got aroused again, decided to pleasure each other simultaneously, assumed the 69 position, and started licking each other's pussies. After another dose of pleasure, the friends lay motionless. But there was no continuation; Vika's husband was returning, and Masha had to leave; the friends agreed to meet again in a week.

The next weekend, I offered my apartment for my sister's date, so we could later "catch" them, that was our plan. Vika enjoyed having sex with my sister and eagerly awaited the meeting. I waited for a little time to pass, then came home, very quietly. Peeking into the bedroom, I saw my little sister licking Vika's "pussy"—God, how arousing that was. But I didn't rush to announce my presence; I quietly filmed the scene on my phone. Then Masha sat on Vika's face, moving her butt. The moans and cries of the lovers were beautiful; after my sister's orgasm, I went to the kitchen and put the kettle on. The friends, of course, heard that someone was home; Masha, of course, knew everything. My sister came out to me in a robe, and Vika started quickly getting dressed. And now they were both standing and looking at me; Victoria was terrified.

"Vika, you should probably go home; we'll talk about everything sometime later, but now I need to sort things out with my sister," I said in a stern voice, and Vika dashed away like a bullet.

And Mashutka started begging me not to be too strict with Victoria; apparently, my little sister really liked her a lot. What I saw changed my perception of lesbian sex; it was beautiful, but could I caress a woman myself? I don't know. I prepared for a long time for the conversation with Victoria, went over many options, basically psyching myself up. We didn't call each other; the tension was palpable—how to behave now—and I decided that everything would come to mind during the conversation.

That day, I had a little to drink at work and decided the moment was right. I called Vika; I could hear her voice trembling; I asked about meeting. Victoria said she had to stay a bit late—she worked as a chief accountant—and I went to her office. When I entered the office, Vika was terribly frightened, afraid of our conversation. All the employees had already left; we were alone. To calm my friend down, I asked her to make me coffee, and I went and sat in Victoria Sergeevna's (Vika's) chair.

"Well, Vikus, how do you like my sister?"

"I don't know what to say, I'm guilty," Vika whispered in a trembling voice, and for some reason, this aroused me and gave me courage.

"You see, I don't really care that you're fucking Mashka; what I don't like is what's going on between you and my husband."

"But nothing happened between us, although he sent me flowers a few times, that's true. We didn't even kiss."

Vika brought me coffee and stood in front of me. She was very beautiful, and I liked her timidity, and I wanted to humiliate my friend, to show my superiority. This had never happened to me before.

"I'm sitting, and you, Vik, are standing; it's uncomfortable for me to communicate looking up from below."

"Should I sit on the chair?"

"No, beauty, better get down on your knees. After all, you're the one who's guilty."

Victoria obeyed, knelt before me; this aroused me so much. We talked a little more, and I liked dominating the girl more and more. And I stretched my leg forward and suggested Vika kiss it. I thought she would tell me to get lost, but my friend timidly started kissing my boots, licking them. erotic stories After a couple of minutes, it already seemed to me that she was enjoying it. Vikuska released my leg and went lower, starting to kiss my other leg. Further, I spread my legs and pointed with my finger at my panties. Vika understood everything, crawled closer, and started pulling off my tights. Now the tights on my legs were in the way of spreading them; I threw my legs over Vika's back, and she started licking my pussy. How she tried, how good it felt. I hadn't had an orgasm like that in eight years, or maybe ever. Coming to my senses, I lifted my legs; Vika got out from under me and hugged my knees.

"You're incomparable, my mistress Nastya!"

"Well, if you want, I'll be your mistress," I replied.

And indeed, I realized that I liked subjugating. This was something new. Now I was calm about Vika, but how to let my husband understand that Vika wasn't for him. All night, I remembered what happened, how Vika groveled at my feet—yes, I liked feeling like a mistress.

And so, during the May holidays, my husband and I, Vika and Sergey went out to nature to relax; it was a warm day. Before that, we had met with Vikusia a couple more times, and I realized that she also liked kneeling before me, and how she kissed the toes on my feet—that was a thrill. So, on that day, Seryozhka wasn't drinking, he was driving, and the three of us relaxed. Sergey was "on kitchen duty," and the three of us went to pick flowers. My sneaker lace came undone, and I decided it was a sign.

"Vika, tie my shoelace, or I might fall," I commanded cheerfully.

Victoria quickly came over to me and crouched down, and for greater effect, I put my foot on her knee. She obediently tied the sneaker; I put the other one out, and she tied it. My Misha pretended nothing was unusual, but he was watching carefully. When we sat down to have a drink, and Sergey went to the fire, I demonstratively stretched out my legs so they ended up right in front of Vika's face, and she took it calmly. It was noticeable that my husband was a bit nervous. In the evening, all the friends gathered to go to a concert in the park; first, we stopped by Vika and Sergey's place, they freshened up, changed, and then came to our place. Seryoga stayed in the car waiting, talking on the phone, and Vika came into the house with us. I took a shower first, then Misha. While I was doing my hair, my husband was already ready and waiting for me. Well, then I continued teasing my husband; I ordered Vikuska to dress me. Misha noticed this, although he pretended nothing was happening; he couldn't take his eyes off when my friend put on my tights, then my dress. In the hallway, Vika took my shoes and crouched down to put them on me; here, my hubby couldn't hold back.

"Nastyush, I feel a bit uncomfortable; you're putting pressure on Vika; if you can't do it yourself, I'll help you."

"What are you talking about, Mish? It's not hard for me; you have a beautiful wife, and I even enjoy taking care of her," my friend supported my game. "Nastyu, give me your foot," — and Vika continued putting on my shoes.

We had a good evening; I noticed that Mishutka had even sobered up and couldn't take his eyes off me. Yes, it got to him, but what would his reaction be next? We walked home; it was only about a ten-minute walk. Mashka couldn't hold back, suggested we sit on a bench, sat me on his lap—that hadn't happened in a hundred years. You could tell from his voice that he was nervous.

"Nast, maybe you can explain what's going on; you and Vika are behaving somewhat strangely, to put it mildly."

"Well, listen, since you want the truth. You completely stopped paying attention to me, but you pay too much attention to Vika. Well, in short, I expressed my complaints to Victoria, and it turned out that she, so to speak, likes me more. She threw herself at my feet, and I couldn't resist."

"Are you lesbians or something?"

"Well, I don't know, probably. Vika worships me; you saw it yourself; she could barely restrain herself from kissing my feet. She adores doing that; for that, I allow her to kiss other 'interesting' places. Well, that's it in short; it's your own fault."

Before I could finish, my Misha started kissing me on the lips. We sat and kissed like lovestruck schoolkids. Then my husband hurried home; I went to the bathroom for a minute, hadn't even come out when Mishka grabbed me in his arms and carried me to the bedroom. He undressed me, greedily kissed my feet; I myself directed his head to my "pussy." My husband just pounced on it, started licking it, kissing it. God, how good it felt; I came with loud screams. Misha undressed; I asked him to put on a condom, I got on all fours, and he entered me. It was amazing; my husband hadn't pleased me like that in a long time; I experienced another orgasm, and Mishka fell down exhausted. Then I sat right on his face; he understood everything and started licking all my secretions. I wanted to come right on his face, but I saw that his cock was standing like a concrete pillar. And I changed my mind, impaled myself on it, started moving my butt.

In the morning, Mishka got up first; I took a shower and went to have breakfast; there, a prepared coffee was waiting for me. I took the cup and, demonstratively crossing my legs, put them right on the table. My husband dropped his cup and started tenderly kissing my feet, each toe. In a commanding tone, I told him to get under the table; he immediately went down, spread my robe, and started licking my shaved pussy. After the orgasm, I wanted to suck my husband's cock; that hadn't happened with me in a long time; I pulled it out and started playing with it, sucking it, kissing the head. Mushka couldn't endure such "torment" for long and came.

Misha only encouraged our meetings with Vika, just asked me to tell him everything in detail; it aroused him, gave him strength. Vika got so carried away that she herself begged me for dates. Once, my husband jokingly asked if I was going to steal all the women from him.

"What, is there someone else?" — I almost jumped.

"No, what are you talking about. For me, you are the ideal, my queen. You see, I'm in your power. Although once, I really imagined myself with your sister Mashka."

"I'll arrange that for you." — and I thought to myself, why not have fun with Mashutka; well, she's my sister, so what,