Sexual revolution in a single family
Yesterday, my wife and I had a sexual revolution!
Characters:
Dima — 32 years old, a tall and somewhat overweight man; despite his weight, he doesn't forget to go to the gym. The story is told from his perspective.
Masha — Dima's wife, 30 years old, a tall, slender woman with a great figure despite having given birth to two children, thanks to the fitness center and a competent trainer. She has size 3 breasts.
Vladimir — 45 years old, of average height and average build, with a slight beer belly.
Sveta — Vladimir's wife, 40 years old, a brunette of average height with size 1 breasts (at the time of the described events involving her, she was 37).
Everything written here
actually happened and to me, but I've changed the names.Swinging. How long I've been moving toward this mind-blowing topic. It all probably started in my youth. Back in 2002, I was dating a girl named Lena. She went away to university and later confessed to me that she had been unfaithful in the dorm. I freaked out, raged and stormed, but... I wasn't planning to live with her, and I still wanted to have sex with someone, so I accepted it and we continued seeing each other for a while longer.
Then, I came across the magazine "Maxim," which described a journalist's visit to a swingers' club.
It hooked me. Big time. Then came the swinger-themed erotic stories, which I still enjoy reading to this day.
I married a wonderful girl from a very traditional background; I was her first man. She captivated and amazed me with her purity and innocence.
But thoughts of swinging never left me. Once, while vacationing with friends at a dacha, we got pretty drunk, and I started a conversation with my friend Vova about wanting to swing. Hooray, I found a like-minded person! And not just in our small town, but among my small circle of friends. That same evening, we had our first light swinging experience: we managed to undress our wives, started giving them oral pleasure, and touched each other's a little, but that's where it ended. This little adventure kept my head spinning for a long time afterward, but for many years we didn't even talk about the topic again.
Three or four years later, Vova boasted that they had entered into a full-fledged swinging relationship with a couple from a neighboring city, but that couple moved to another part of the country, and he suggested we become partners. My wife couldn't even entertain the thought of swinging in her mind.
Once, we were invited to Sveta's birthday party in a neighboring city. We rented a large apartment, went to a great restaurant, everyone was cheerful and drunk. Back at the apartment, at some point, we decided to play spin the bottle with stripping. My wife Masha kept her clothes on the longest, but in the end, she was completely naked too. Vova took Masha to the next room and started coming onto her, but it didn't go beyond kissing. I intentionally left Masha with him, hoping he would manage to seduce her. His wife, Sveta, didn't particularly turn me on; all my sexual fantasies were and remain tied only to my wife.
Since Masha fended off Vova, I went to her, and we had passionate sex; Masha was wetter than ever before. While we were having sex, Vova walked past our bed to smoke on the balcony. Masha was on top in the cowgirl position, and I called Vova over; he came and started stroking Masha's breasts, which drove me wild. Then Sveta joined us; I can't say exactly what was happening or who was doing what, I was inside Masha and felt someone caressing our genitals.
I remember that later we were in the hallway, and our girls were giving us blowjobs, but not their own husbands. I remember the explosion of emotions in my head when I saw my Mashenka sucking Vova's cock. After the porn-like scene, our girls left us and locked themselves in the room with the double bed; what they did there is left to the imagination, but I won't describe it since I wasn't present. About five minutes later, we went in and tried to join them; we wanted a full-fledged swap. Our girls were lying next to each other with their legs spread; I couldn't take my eyes off Masha's pussy, because in just a couple of minutes, another man's cock would enter her for the first time. But! Vova suddenly decided to talk about moral issues, understanding, and the consequences of what was happening. What a letdown! Masha's mood was instantly ruined, and all the sex stopped right there.
Afterward, I had to calm Masha down and make up with her for a long time, promising that we wouldn't have any more swinging.
Two years passed. All that time, I often remembered and imagined everything that had happened, fantasizing about our sex. During that time, we managed to move to another city.
Once in December, during sex, Masha and I sent a nude photo of her to Vova; we were so aroused, and I asked her to press the send button on the phone herself. Wow, that really blew my mind, heh. And it began...
Texting, talking. In the end, Masha agreed to a meeting in an MFM format with Vova, secretly from Sveta. We waited a long time for that day. But then came the call from Vova that he would arrive soon, the anticipation, the nerves.
Vova rented an apartment by the day, and we went to a small, cozy cafe. Masha looked stunning: a black dress with a short skirt and deep neckline, black stockings on her slender legs, a magnificent necklace around her neck. And most importantly, she put on her wedding ring—we rarely wore them anymore, but this time she didn't forget!
We drank a little whiskey with cola and went to the den of depravity—the rented apartment.
At the apartment, we sat at the table and poured more whiskey with cola, but the alcohol didn't intoxicate us at all; the tension in the room was off the charts, and the jokes sounded forced. However, I suggested we drink to brotherhood on the first glass. We both kissed Masha. After that, things stalled. Vova went to the shower and called me to bring him a towel; of course, I sent Mashenka.
And again, we returned to the good old game of spin the bottle; this time, no matter how we spun it, it always pointed at me, so I was undressed very quickly, while my cock proudly and confidently pointed at the ceiling! Then, with a little extra spin, we undressed our beauty; she was divine—her magnificent breasts, slender legs in black stockings, and a cute intimate hairstyle. Vova was still in his jeans. For those already undressed, we decided to make wishes. Masha kissed us; we kissed her, both together and in turn, on the lips and on her pussy, and she gave me a blowjob. Vova seemed to start regretting that he hadn't had to undress yet, but soon that was resolved too. And then came the moment: Masha took Vova's cock in her mouth; I was close and could see everything perfectly; I started going down on her, then Vova and I switched places. I was aroused and happy, but Vova started messing up again, going down on her not gently but pressing, which Masha didn't like much, so I had to correct for him.
And then we moved to the bed, starting with the cowgirl position: Masha sat on me, and Vova caressed her, gave her his cock to suck, stroked her breasts. Then Vova tried double penetration in the vagina, but it seemed he couldn't manage it, though later he claimed it worked. Next, we realized my long-time fantasy: Masha and I got into a 69, and Vova entered her. And right before my eyes, another man's cock entered my own girl, my Mashenka. I was going crazy.
Then we changed positions and ways of caressing; Vova started having erection problems, so he couldn't finish, but I came intensely and powerfully, though my cock didn't even think of going down. Even though, essentially, our sex that day was over, we sat for a while longer, got dressed, and despite Vova's pleas to stay the night, we went home.
After the meeting, we decided that we didn't need other partners in bed and didn't need any more such meetings. It's also worth noting that, although Vova covered all the expenses, we didn't like that he wasn't attentive enough to Masha; there were very few compliments, not even a flower was given.