A Dissolute Birthday

My thirtieth birthday celebration will be remembered for a long time. I got caught in a whirlwind of such indecent events that I still recall that day with shame. But... I wouldn't mind reliving it again... It was as if I was bathing in an ocean of lust that day, plunging into the abyss of pleasure again and again, and the night brought long-awaited relief — I had never come so sweetly before. It's a good thing my husband knows nothing about this sinful festival of voluptuousness. Or, on the contrary — he does know, and it was all set up?!

It all started when my husband Ilya suggested celebrating the anniversary at home. Times are tough now, renting a restaurant is expensive, and a familiar

couple was supposed to come from another city. That means tickets, a hotel, and a whole bunch of other unforeseen expenses. I tried to weakly resist; I didn't want to cook for such a horde of friends, as at least twenty guests were expected, but Ilya convinced me, as always:

— Verunchik, — he said to me, pressing me against the wardrobe before leaving for work, — my love! You only need to greet the guests — I'll take care of the rest myself!

He gently rubbed his lower abdomen against my body, my robe fell open, and I felt another weighty argument pressing against my crotch. The confidence in his voice, and especially his movements, convinced me to give in, and I didn't object anymore: the excited male organ had a hypnotic effect on me. In these moments, I always lose my composure and the ability to resist. My husband knew this and took advantage of any opportunity — like now, for example.

I got down on my knees and quickly performed my marital duties, relieving my beloved of a tablespoon of pure protein. I did it all quickly; he wasn't even late for work. It all started with that blowjob...

Even during the day, long before the guests arrived, I tried on my favorite short red stocking dress with open shoulders, in which my body looked especially sexy. Despite keeping myself in shape, the years were taking their toll, and even the smallest panties dug into my body and showed through my clothes. I decided not to wear them at all, staying only in the dress and black lace stockings. The bra also looked vulgar, creating unnecessary folds on the dress, so I abandoned it too. True, now my nipples protruded provocatively, but I waved it off: my son had gone on vacation to a seaside camp, and the other guests were all 'old friends' anyway.

During the day, my husband sent international help home: chef Riccardo from the Italian restaurant owned by his close friend, and some 'Jamshut,' loaded with bottles and food. The chuchmek quickly unloaded and departed in an unknown direction, and the imported chef remained for my downfall.

"I think I'll go check how the table is set... ," I thought, "it's not far from sin," and turned to leave the kitchen, where the concentration of sexual tension had gone off the charts. Glancing at the chef, I froze: under his apron, the Italian's member was clearly visible, resembling a good ripe banana. While the chef was vigorously stirring something in a pot, I involuntarily reached out and furtively touched his manhood. The member was as if filled and pulsed in my hand. My legs gave way, and Riccardo easily scooped me up in his arms.

— Che culo! (Nice ass! Ital.) — exclaimed the chef and felt my rear, slipping his hand under the dress, which by this time had ridden up indecently.

— Vuoi scoparti? (Want me to fuck you?) — the Italian stallion asked solicitously, pointing to the table in the hall and slipping his fingers into my hot womb. I gasped. It was unexpected and pleasant.

— Okay... Si, — I nodded, just in case, not understanding a word of Italian, and desperately trying to pull his hand out of my crotch.

"Probably something to do with the table," I thought, "maybe... the table setting is lacking?".

But it wasn't about the table setting... Riccardo threw me over his shoulder like a rolled-up carpet and carried me into the hall. I tried to cover my shame with my hand, but the dress had already ridden up to my navel, and so I 'entered' the large room, flashing my intimate area — thank God we were alone at home. The Italian set me down, and I managed to pull down my dress. Then he turned me around and laid me chest-down on the table. The dress rode up again, but I was worried about something else: what was he planning this time?

I didn't have time to get scared and suddenly felt his wet tongue penetrate me from behind. Riccardo, as befits a real man, diligently vibrated inside me. A hot wave rolled from my hips to the back of my head, and when he started sucking my clitoris, my vision went dark. I moaned and spread my legs wider, arching towards him.

— Oh! Riccardo... , — I whispered, involuntarily moving my hips and catching his mind-blowing caresses, — don't... please!

— È il momento di scopare voi! (Time to fuck you!) — exclaimed Riccardo, and I felt him insert his hard Italian cock into my pussy.

— No! — escaped me, — stop!... Please... well, please... stop... — I sobbed, fully thrusting back at the Italian: I had neither the desire nor the strength to resist the strong thrusts of his cock.

He powerfully fucked me, and with each movement of his hips, I shifted towards the window along with the table. Suddenly, Riccardo jerked briefly and released a stream of semen into me. I felt the warm moisture filling me. The agile Italian came, and I still hadn't caught up with him. Riccardo exhaled noisily and patted my ass.

— Grazie, Bella! Si figa succosa! (Thank you, beautiful! You have a juicy pussy!), — said the Italian in gibberish and quickly pulled out of me.

— Si... Succosa, — I agreed, not understanding what he was babbling, and, clutching my crotch with my hands, scurried to the bathroom: his sharp Italian seasoning started leaking out of me.

Lifting my leg over the bathtub, I quickly washed up and wanted to pleasure myself: after all, I hadn't managed to get full satisfaction. Although the Italian was good, unfortunately, he was too fast. I had just started a sweet run when suddenly the front door slammed and I heard my husband's voice:

— Vera! I'm home!

I rushed out of the bathroom, gave Ilya a peck, and we continued preparing for the guests' arrival together. The unattained orgasm faded into the background, although Ilya involuntarily kept reminding me of it: he kept fondling me, admiring my sexy look in that short red dress. My husband got so worked up that I had to suck him off again in the bathroom while Riccardo gathered his things in the kitchen — his mission was over.

Breaking away for a moment from the arousing caresses of the two gentlemen, I pulled down my dress, which by then was somewhere around my waist, and looked at Ilya in fright: he was sitting opposite me and smiling.

— It's your day! — he shouted over the music, — enjoy it, Verunchik!

But I felt awkward because my

husband had seen these 'dirty dances' and I freed myself from the embrace of the two excited males. I was burning inside, and I went to the kitchen to drink something refreshing. It was dark there, so I turned on the light. In the kitchen, my friend Mila, sitting on a stool by the table, was giving our mutual friend Valerka a blowjob. They were startled, but upon recognizing me, they calmed down and continued with this indecency. I was stunned by what I saw and sat down in confusion next to them, forgetting why I had come. Milka was giving Valerka a juicy blowjob, and he was squinting with pleasure.

— Mila! Come here quickly! Let's take a photo for memory! — I heard the voice of Sergei — Mila's husband. — Well, where are you?

— Fuck, — said Mila, taking Valerka's cock out of her mouth, — not earlier, not later, as they say... Here, hold this for now! — added Milka, and suddenly shoved Valerka's protruding cock into my hand, — I'll be quick! — and fluttered off to the room to her husband.

— Sorry, Vera, — he croaked, — Milka jumped off at such an inopportune time...

He simply started fucking my mouth, and I just looked at him in fright and blinked, wondering how I ended up in such a stupid situation. A minute later, Valerka jerked, pressing my head to his crotch, and I felt my 'friend' come on my tongue and palate.

— Verunchik! Come to us: we're going to take a group photo for memory! — I heard my husband's voice, and in fear, I quickly swallowed everything.

— Sorry, again, — Valerka looked at me guiltily, tucking in his pants, — it just happened... And, uh... happy birthday...

I gave him a sullen look and didn't answer — what could I say? Quickly rinsing my mouth with compote, I hurried to my husband for the photo shoot. Everyone lined up against the traditional carpet backdrop and forced smiles. A friend aimed the camera and told everyone not to move. I was placed in the center, Ilya stood to my right, and the other guests positioned themselves behind.

— Get ready... freeze... — said the photographer, aiming, — say 'ti-its' in unison...

And then I felt someone run a hand over my butt, exposing it, and then... inserted a finger right into my pussy!

— Taking the shot! — shouted the photographer, and I froze, feeling someone's finger sliding inside me, bringing me closer to the unattained orgasm.

I glanced sideways at my husband, and he smiled back at me. "Thank God it's him!" I thought with relief, "well, I'll give you a hot night, Ilyusha!". I was already weak with desire. The freshly minted photographer took several shots, and we started to disperse. Ilya went to the balcony to smoke, and the uninvited finger... moved a couple more times, paused for a moment, and then slowly, as if reluctantly, withdrew from my womb.

I turned around in fright: behind me, the guests were dispersing, and it was unclear who had dared to do such a thing. Although... My husband's boss, for some reason, licked his middle finger and gave me a brief glance. I felt embarrassed and blushed deeply. "Well, damn," I thought, "what's going on today?".

The celebration smoothly came to an end, all the guests were leaving, wishing me health and all the best as they said goodbye. The men were already saying goodbye to me like family, hugging me tightly and kissing me in a way that rekindled desire in me with renewed force. We let one married couple, Ivan and his wife, who had come to my anniversary from another city, stay overnight, making up a bed for them in our son's room. Ilya was already waiting for me in the bedroom, and I, after quickly taking a shower, slipped into our vast bed with him.

God, with what pleasure I gave myself to my beloved's caresses! At first, he was gentle with me, then deliberately rough, and I blissfully writhed under the onslaught of his thrusts, coming twice during this frenzied battle. After an hour, we calmed down, and I, after running to the bathroom, returned to the bedroom: my husband was already sleeping the sleep of the righteous. I lay on the edge of the bed, turned on my side, and fell asleep, drifting into happy dreams...

I don't know how much time passed, but I suddenly felt Ilya gently touching my anus and moving a finger inside. "Oh, my dear Ilyushenka!" I thought tenderly in my half-sleep, surrendering to his caress, "my insatiable one." I started moving towards him, then spread my thighs with my hands, and whispered:

— Come to me, beloved, I want you...

At that same moment, I felt something large spread my buttocks and a cock sweetly entered inside, slowly sinking to its full length. "How huge you are!" I thought in surprise, fully waking up and impaling myself on my beloved. I moaned from pain and pleasure, and spread my thighs even wider, lifting one leg and throwing it forward onto the bed... but my leg didn't fall on the bed but on someone's thighs. I froze: "Lord! Who is this?! And who is behind me then?!". Before I could recover, someone moved closer to me from both sides, and someone gently began kissing my lips with a long kiss...

— Verunchik, my sweet girl, — Ilya mumbled, finally breaking away from my mouth, — do you want me to fuck you again?

— No-no... sleep, dear, — I muttered, feeling the guerrilla behind me freeze, having shoved his pole in up to his hairy balls.

— Well, we'll check that now, — said Ilya, and his hand reached for my pussy.

In horror, I quickly intercepted his hand and placed it on my chest. My husband squeezed it, playing with the flesh between his fingers. I pulled his head to me, and we suffocated in a passionate kiss. I lowered my hand and began gently caressing his flesh, which was filling with the fire of desire. From behind, I felt the cock pulsing in my anus, and the fear of being exposed aroused me so much that my pussy quickly moistened, ready to accept another instrument of pleasure. It was hard for me to contain my emotions, and I moaned.

— Well, there you go, — whispered Ilya, moving closer to my hips, — and you said you didn't want to!

— I always want you, beloved! — I exhaled and inserted my husband's cock into my marital womb.

Ilya thrust his hips and entered me to the full length. It became so tight inside me that I almost lost consciousness from pleasure.

— Oh, darling, you're so tight... down there, — Ilya whispered admiringly, moving inside me and gradually picking up speed, — why is that?

— Yes-yes, — I whispered, pressing my breasts against him, — there are these special exercises... for vaginal muscles... God, it feels so good... don't stop, Ilyushenka...

I lay on my side, tightly hugging my husband, and didn't move. I was afraid that either the 'guerrilla' cock would slip out of me, or I would somehow inadvertently reveal his presence. I had already realized it was Vanya, our out-of-town friend, whose wife was now sweetly snoring in our son's room. Ivan had been undressing me with his eyes all evening, and during the slow dance, he was the most persistent: his fingers kept roaming under my dress, and I clenched my buttocks more than once when he tried to inspect my holes.

Suddenly, I felt Ivan behind me stir inside me, trying to move in sync with Ilya. This 'synchronized swimming' took my breath away: I had no idea sex with two men could be so pleasurable. I started moving towards them, trying not to break the common rhythm. Each lover was tight inside me, and Ilya had no idea what was causing such universal pleasure.

My husband and I intertwined our fingers during intercourse: I was afraid he might stumble upon the uninvited guest. Clutching my hips with his hands, Ivan fucked my ass to the full length of his thick cock, never missing a beat. It became perfectly clear to me that size matters: I had never been fucked in the ass so sweetly. I moaned loudly with pleasure, and after a while, I no longer cared whether Ilya caught me or not: the high from the double fucking was beyond compare. Suddenly, Ivan stopped, pressing tightly against me, and I felt a series of short contractions of his cock inside me. I froze and started coming with him, roughly sinking my lips into my husband's mouth.

— Don't stop! — I croaked, biting his lips, — I want more!

I was in a semi-faint state and didn't pay attention to the guerrilla who, having discharged his entire clip into me, slowly pulled out of my anus and slipped away. I only saw Ivan in