Trip to St. Petersburg

The bland life as a threesome bored us fairly quickly; although Olga willingly gave herself to us in the shared bed, it felt like some kind of shake-up was needed, and I also wanted new experiences. And then, as if right on cue, our swinger friends from St. Petersburg called—we hadn't seen each other for a long time, and they are very sexy and big innovators. Mikhail and Inga, whom we met in Gelendzhik and spent many voluptuous moments with, invited us to their dacha on the shore of the Gulf of Finland for a few days.

I warned them we would come as a threesome, to which Inga reacted very positively. Without thinking twice

we bought tickets for the night train, and in the morning Mikhail met us in a luxurious Land Rover. We rolled up to their mansion. Inga had become even more beautiful and appetizing; her just-over-forty years only enhanced her looks. Toned, with large breasts and a tempting ass, she was simply stunning. And Mikhail, who was pushing fifty, looked very dashing—moderately plump, moderately pumped, with distinguished gray at his temples—he resembled an English dandy more than a mid-level businessman. After kissing us hello, they curiously met our Seryozha, who seemed a bit embarrassed. Inga laid out a lavish table, and we happily drank, ate, and shared stories of our adventures.

I sat next to the hostess, Mikhail with Olga, and Sergey sat a bit apart by himself. Inga served me food and brushed against me with her breast, which wasn't confined by a bra, which aroused me greatly. A typical St. Petersburg August drizzle began, and we moved to the fireplace. I sat in an armchair, and Inga perched on my lap. I whispered into her charming ear that she was marvelous, while Mikhail moved on to caressing my slutty little wife, kissing her passionately and fondling the nipples of her small breasts. Sergey, watching us, apparently got seriously aroused, and Inga and I called him over. I opened her thin blouse, revealing her magnificent, sculpted breasts with stunning nipples. We began kissing them, and they grew with each second, becoming longer and more enticing.

Meanwhile, Mikhail secluded himself with Olga, and we started acting more decisively. Under Inga's short skirt, of course, there were no panties. I spread her legs on the arms of the chair and showed Seryozha what to do. He reacted instantly and began passionately kissing her vagina, while I continued to caress her magnificent breasts, pulling my cock out of my jeans. Sergey reacted immediately, switching back and forth between my cock and Inga's beautiful pussy, to which she responded with a mind-blowing orgasm. From the next room, the moans of my little wife could be heard. I sent our boy to help Mikhail, while Inga and I, stripping off all our clothes, enjoyed each other's bodies. Her neat vagina opened before my tongue, and I happily sucked on her magnificent clitoris. We coupled standing; my cock entered her like a sword—the superb high placement of her pussy allowed me to do this effortlessly. My head drilled into her uterus, and she had another fantastic orgasm.

Taking cream from the bedside table, Mikhail thickly lubricated his cock and, positioning the boy doggy-style, entered him sharply to the hilt. Without moving, he let his ass get used to it, then began long strokes, pulling out and thrusting into him with sharp jabs. Approaching them, I started jerking Sergey's limp cock; under my caresses, it began to rise, and the thrusts from his counterpart became sharper and stronger. Inga came in and, sitting on the bed watching her husband, began to masturbate; her magnificent breasts heaved as her finger massaged her clitoris. I decided to help her, and my tongue entered her softened, flowing vagina. I felt this voluptuous woman; her flesh craved coupling, and I responded by entering her. Her pussy drew my cock into a boundless abyss of lust.

Then Mikhail cried out, apparently releasing his seed into Sergey's rectum. I turned and saw Sergey with an erect cock and freed the vagina, yielding my place in that abyss of lust, which he instantly took advantage of, beginning wild thrusts. He came quickly. It was time for me to work on his ass. My cock was lubricated with Inga's juices, and his ass was even better lubricated with Mikhail's sperm. Without overthinking it, I thrust my cock into him and, with a few strokes, delivered the final chord, releasing the remaining sperm into his rectum. Everyone was delighted with the amazing sex. We went to sleep separately—I with Inga, and Mikhail and Sergey with my wife—so ended the first day)))))