First experience of first betrayal

We were sitting at a round table on the first floor, playing cards. The two-story cottage, rented for a day, was located in a coniferous forest on the shore of a reservoir. And after swimming to our heart's content, we were now drinking, playing, and chatting. The occasion for this getaway was the long-awaited meeting of my husband Denis and his childhood friends Ilya, Andrey, and Alexey. I had only seen them at the wedding and hadn't really talked to them much due to the hustle and bustle, but here they turned out to be fun, sociable guys. Despite their age—all around thirty—only my Denis was married. The others weren't even planning to say goodbye to their freedom. Ilya came with a girl named Yulia, but from hints dropped by my husband, I understood she was here as

entertainment for the guys. I must admit, she was very beautiful, and her youth made her very cute. We had similar figures, but she didn't shine with intellect. So we sat there joking until late evening.

I was already feeling I'd had too much to drink but was still holding on, whereas Yulia, due to her age, could no longer keep up the conversation and, refusing help, went up to her room on the second floor on unsteady legs. After sitting for another half hour, I also headed up after her. While climbing the stairs, I heard snippets of a conversation I didn't pay much attention to. The guys were discussing some sort of order and laughing.

Entering my room, I didn't immediately realize that Yulka was lying on my bed, peacefully snoring. Deciding not to disturb her, I took my nightgown, turned around, and went to her room, which was next door and an exact copy of mine. After changing, I somehow managed to take out my contact lenses and flopped onto the bed.

I was lying in the semi-darkness, trying to chase away the persistent "helicopters" (dizziness), when suddenly the door quietly opened and a dark silhouette slipped into the room. I didn't feel like talking or moving, as the nausea and dizziness had just subsided, and being in a half-asleep state, I was afraid they would return. Meanwhile, the figure walked around the bed and carefully climbed onto it. Lying on my side, I couldn't see what was happening, but I was sure it was my husband. A warm hand rested on my waist and slid under my nightgown, up to my breast. Then back down. Goosebumps ran over my body, and the hand showed no intention of stopping, already fully operating in my panties. Fingers skillfully massaged my clit, and I breathed heavily, gently moving my hips. Despite the strong arousal, I didn't want to turn over or change position. And the hand pulled down my panties and was already helping a penis find its way where it needed to go. A thrust and... Unexpectedly, a thick penis was already inside. I began to realize a big mistake was happening and tried to stop the process.

— Nooo. — I exhaled in a hoarse, unfamiliar voice, but the effect was the opposite. Either misunderstanding or to prevent the "victim" from resisting, he increased the speed and amplitude of his movements. And now he was just pounding me, loudly slapping his pelvis against my buttocks. I could no longer resist. Pleasure overwhelmed me completely. After a few minutes, I came, trying to moan quietly, but he kept pounding and pounding like a machine. Apparently, the alcohol prevented him from finishing quickly, and he was trying his hardest, while I resigned myself to the situation and simply enjoyed it. The thrusts became stronger and more sweeping, and finally, the penis pulsed inside me. I jerked, but he pulled me by the hips and pressed me tightly against him. And when he finished, he said

— Don't worry, bunny, I'm wearing a condom.

And I lay on my side, burying my face in the pillow, realizing it was Andrey who had spoken, and it was best to remain motionless now so he would leave quickly. But as soon as the penis slipped out of my exhausted vagina, another, even thicker one, immediately took its place.

Thoughts raced through my head. Revealing myself now would be the height of stupidity, and I needed to keep pretending to be a log. And the overheard conversation about a strict order resurfaced in my memory.

— Well, that's it, Arinka, you're done for! — flashed through my mind.

— Next. — Ilya's voice came from behind me, and in response, Alexey's whisper was heard.

— Finally, I thought I'd never get my turn.

Strong hands turned me onto my stomach and gently ran over my body. Then he sat on my legs, so I could feel his penis on my butt, and began massaging my buttocks, occasionally touching my labia and anus. Then a squelching sound was heard, and cool drops of lube fell onto my butt.

— Let's get everything properly lubricated now — he whispered, spreading the lubricant between my buttocks with his penis. Then I felt a finger press against the ring of my anus and slip inside without difficulty. It's always like that with me; I don't like anal, but if I'm very aroused, my butt offers no resistance and I even like the presence of a finger there. It adds a sharpness to the sensations. While the finger was misbehaving in one hole, the penis began slowly exploring the second. It would enter a little and immediately exit, then enter and pause. From the sensations, it was clear the head was small, but the shaft itself got thicker and thicker. Moreover, its length was also impressive, as it allowed him to fuck me in that position without even pressing against my butt.

What followed was something incredible. The penis turned out to be so thick that during its smooth movements, I was breathing intermittently, and the little finger in my butt intensified the sensations. I didn't last long and started shaking in orgasm after about ten minutes.

— Yeeesss. — Alexey hissed, increasing the pace, and half a minute later, he pulled both the penis and the finger out of me. And then I heard the sound of a condom being pulled off, and the head easily slid into my butt. This was already the third penis pulsing inside me today. Thank God he didn't insert it deeply, limiting himself to just the head.

After emptying the contents of his balls into me, he carefully pulled out, kissed me on the back, wished me good night, and left. And I still expected that at any moment, someone's voice would be heard or someone's hands would start touching my body.

I lay like that for about half an hour. Sleep was completely gone. Thoughts of betrayal, divorce, and other nonsense mixed with pleasant memories and arousal swirled in my head. The door quietly opened, and someone entered the semi-darkness of the room.

I instinctively pulled the blanket over myself.

— Can't sleep? — I heard my husband's voice.

— Well, yeah — I replied, while everything inside me turned cold.

He sat on the edge of the bed, slipped his hand under the blanket, and began stroking my stomach.

— Why? Were the moans from next door bothering you?

— Probably.

His hand moved lower and dove under my panties.

— Don't — I tried to remove his hand, but he increased the pressure and with one movement inserted his fingers into my worn-out perineum.

A pause hung in the air.

— Relax. I know everything. When everyone in the house is fucking, a dick just gets hard on its own. Imagine my surprise finding Yulia peacefully sleeping here instead of my desired wife, while someone is being actively fucked next door. Considering that both Andryukha and Ilya were sure they had her, you managed to keep your identity a secret. That's when I understood why they called you a log. — he chuckled.

— Does that amuse you?

— Doesn't it amuse you? We fantasized about this, and everything remained secret, so since it turned out this way, let's consider it for the best.

— What if they notice the switch?

— They won't notice; I got them properly drunk.

— You're something else.

— No, bunny, you're the one who's something else, and I'm going to take it now. Lyokha told me where he came. Besides, sorry, but after him, there's nothing for me to do there, I remember from my youth. And no excuses today will save your ass from me. — he playfully put on a stern voice for the last words and, without stopping his activity in my panties, pulled them off with his other hand. I pressed my legs to my chest, wrapped my arms around them, and prepared for the invasion of my forbidden hole. However, contrary to expectations, Denis entered not my butt, but my vagina.

— Holy shit, it's so wrecked! — he whispered and, thrusting a couple of times, started coming right inside me.

— Wow. Didn't think it would affect me like this. — he said a little later, lying next to me.

— It's even kind of awkward.

— Relax. — I laughed — I've had enough sexual feats for today.

And we both burst out laughing together under the moans from the next room.

From that day on, our family life changed for the better, as if we had become young again, and constant new experiments made our hearts beat faster.