Old habits

A long herd of cars flowed into the streets of the city, which was beginning to be covered by evening gloom, impatiently filling the surroundings with horns and the roar of engines. I, as always, was running late, pushing through the evening traffic, growing furious and wound up.

Finally, the embankment, the new tires rustling, I squeezed the car into a freed-up parking spot, and greedily inhaling the cool evening air, hurried into the cafe.

Passing through the cheerfully buzzing hall, I went out onto the terrace. Someone waved at me. At the table sat my wife and her new friend, a pretty blonde, about 25. Long, light curly hair, blue eyes. A slender figure and long legs, crossed

one over the other. Everything exactly as Margo had said.

— Sorry, darling, traffic.

— As always, he always has traffic," Margo looked at me sternly, smiling slightly. "Meet Yana, my friend.

— Very nice, Stas." I squeezed the narrow palm and looked into the slightly timid eyes.

— Margo told me about you.

— What did she say? Hopefully only good things. She didn't say I'm always late, did she?

— No. She said you are very punctual." Yana smiled at me slightly.

— In that case, I fully agree with my wife. Let's drink to our acquaintance, and let's switch to 'you' (informal).

The fogged glasses, filled with white wine, clinked. After draining half the glass, I eagerly began devouring a huge entrecote, rumbling with pleasure and washing it down with wine. The women were talking about something, watching with pleasure and furtively as I manfully dealt with a huge piece of fried meat. Finally, satiated, I leaned back in my chair. In the darkened sea distance, golden lights began to twinkle.

— Had enough, darling?

I looked into my beloved's eyes and smiled. Maybe this is happiness? Beautiful women, delicious food, a cool, salty sea breeze. I felt complete bliss.

— I was busy all day, no time to eat.

— You have a business," Yana said respectfully.

— Yes, and even a small, compact production. I try to produce something else too. And what do you do?" I looked at her with interest.

— Yana is a programmer, did I get that right?

— More of a system administrator, but it doesn't matter," she looked at my wife.

— And where did you meet?

— At the fitness center. Do you also play sports? Judging by your figure...

— I prefer to work out at home, I've equipped a pretty good gym. Many can't work out alone, but it doesn't bother me.

— Margo is an excellent trainer.

— Oh yes... I won't tell you that I once bought an empty building, renovated it, and opened the best fitness center in the city in it. I handed it over to Margo. She's not so much a trainer as a director. And the income goes to her too. Now she's busy with her favorite thing and is financially independent. Ha!

— And you're not married?

— No.

— Living with your parents?

— No. Alone. Mom moved to another city. Left me the apartment.

— I'll find you a husband if you want, at my work..." I felt a kick under the table, Margo looked at me with angry, round cat-like eyes...

— No, seems he's married. Where did you vacation last summer?

— In Turkey.

— And we were in Thailand...

— Here's my house.

The yellow headlights pulled some entrance out of the darkness.

— It was very nice to meet you.

— Likewise.

Margo kissed Yana on the cheek, Yana offered her cheek to me.

— Shall I walk you?

— No. No need.

— We're expecting you to visit us," Margo waved her hand.

— Bye!

I met Margo five years ago, by chance, in some noisy company. A tall, fiery brunette, with a beautiful figure, not thin and not plump, but exactly the kind I like, was quietly talking about something with her friend and responded to my offer to get acquainted with a fiery, haughty look. But still, she left with me. We met the next day, and things started spinning... A couple of days later, I invited her to my place. In bed, she was good. Passion and fire flared into the flame of love.

First, the pale shadows of slaves disappeared from my house, then it began to smell temptingly delicious and became somehow truly cozy. And then I noticed that I enjoyed thinking about her, and realized it was serious.

Well, a bisexual and a kinkster—a worthy pair.

Of course, each of us kept our own territory, and we delineate our interests, but there are also shared ones. Margo generously shares her lovers, taking care of me. And together we plan the next love intrigue, from which the flame of our love blazes to the heavens.

And I never sought to make my wife a bottom. Although at the beginning, she sometimes had to obediently offer her bottom to the belt. Any diamond requires cutting, doesn't it? But each specific time, it was our joint decision. From a haughty adventuress, she turned into an excellent wife, while preserving what so attracted me to her. I believe a man must educate a woman. Feeling responsible for her. As they say, you reap what you sow.

— Did you like her?"—her hot whisper in my ear.

— Pretty, cheerful, a little constrained. And have you already had something with her?

— Not yet, listen, let's..." She whispered quietly, smiling in the semi-darkness.

I ran my hand through her hair, over her cheek, her hand slid into my crotch. I felt thin fingers gently grasp me at the base, and a minute later I entered her. Wrapping her legs around me, she moaned, rocking her hips, surrendering to her beloved man. And we merged into one until a fiery flash separated us.

— ...And you know, he's a kinkster, and not jealous at all.

Margo and Yana were sitting in the spacious hall, outside whose tightly closed windows the hot summer day silently swayed the treetops.

It was pleasantly cool in the hall. The air conditioner was working.

Yana, lost in thought, looked at the marble fireplace, fiddling with an unruly flaxen strand.

— Let's drink to us." Margo refilled the empty glasses. "It's your decision, and I'll say again it's worth trying, and don't take it too seriously. It's just a game. But a captivating game," she flashed her languid eyes into Yana's blue ones. "Drink.

— So, have you decided?

— Yes.

— That's good," and she, giggling, whispered something in her ear, Yana laughed in response.

— Take off your clothes, and don't be shy.

Yana rose from the armchair. After drinking, she felt so good for some reason. She obediently unbuttoned the narrow strap of her short summer dress.

While Yana obediently undressed, Margo, looking at her with satisfaction, thought about a good start and took a couple of sips.

Yana took a couple of steps to the middle of the hall and froze in indecision.

— How beautiful you are!" Margo approached her. "And underwear?

— No.

— Take this," Margo smiled at her, handing over a hair tie.

Yana, smiling with white teeth, pulled her hair into a wavy flaxen ponytail.

— Darling! We're waiting for you! We have a gift for you!

I slowly descended to them. Yana was standing in the middle of the living room. A pair of blue eyes looked at me excitedly. Lacy panties-shorts of a sky-blue color and a bra of the same color adorned her. I slowly examined her closely. Ah, how lovely she was! A wavy ponytail of flaxen hair, rising slightly above the tie holding it, cascaded between her shoulder blades, revealing a long neck and small ears. Her face, flushed with excitement, was of a perfect oval shape, a straight nose, thin eyebrows, full scarlet lips. She was slender, rounded shoulders crossed by the delicate sky-blue straps of the bra, which for now concealed her firm breasts. A muscular little stomach transitioned into a thin waist, and that into the roundness of her hips. I slowly walked around her from behind. The thin panties hugged her round, muscular bottom. Beautiful long slender legs, scarlet pedicure on her toenails.

Margo, sitting in an armchair, watched us, glancing now at me, now at Yana.

— I told Yana about your great experience in the Theme, and she wanted to know what it is.

Yana giggled, smiling at me.

— And to feel it. Yes, Yana?

— Yes.

— Well then, if you want it so much, let's begin.

I comfortably settled into the armchair, crossing my legs.

— Undress!

Yana looked at us with round, saucer-like blue eyes, sitting a few meters in front of her and shamelessly examining her closely.

— But I'm already undressed?!

— Yana, you must take everything off." Margo's calm voice sounded.

She gave her an encouraging smile.

— You wanted to, didn't you?

— Yes. I still want to, I'm curious.

— Well, there you go.

The bra slid off her rounded shoulders, the panties fell to her ankles.

Sharp nipples standing erect, a pink slit in a bush of light hair.

— She's interested," I read in my wife's eyes.

— You know, I think I'll help you." Margo rose from the armchair and approached her, ran warm palms over her hair, over her chest, squeezing slightly, ran over her nipples, which hardened under her fingers, feeling the heartbeat under the thin skin, and hearing her ragged breathing. Descended over her stomach, slid into her pubic area.

Yana, looking at her languidly from under long eyelashes, licked her full lips with the sharp tip of a scarlet tongue.

— I'll shave you later, darling. Now turn your bottom.

Trembling with excitement, she turned, and my wife's authoritative hand gently rested on her back.

— Bend over. Deeper.

Pressing, she bent her over. Then, spreading her buttocks, looked inside.

— She's a virgin there. The bottom is untouched." Margo looked at me.

— That's it, that's it. Calm down. It's all good." She smacked the girl, who tried to protest, on the cheek.

— Tell me, Yana," I looked at her, "Those relationships you want to learn about, it's not vanilla.

— I understand.

We exchanged satisfied glances.

— I'll take care of you, come on.

And, taking her by the hand, she led her to our bedroom.

... Margo led Yana to the bed, with a smile on her lips, looked passionately with her large dark eyes into Yana's blue ones, for a second everything froze. It seemed time had stopped, there was nothing but the beating of hearts and the gaze of those authoritative eyes.

— I don't... I don't..." the young beauty tried to babble something, suddenly feeling her nakedness with her skin. Margo fell upon her lips with a passionate kiss, embracing her tightly, feeling the warmth and scent of her body. They fell onto the soft bed, Margo, removing her clothes, covered with kisses the tempting hollows and mounds of Yana's body, not covered by her hands.

— Ah! Oh. Yes..." Quiet moans, a face blushing with a flush. Yana arched in the skillful and strong hands of her experienced lover, slightly biting her lip from pleasure and closing her eyes. A moment later she flared up, vainly trying with weakening pressure to push away the curly head that suddenly appeared between her legs, the scarlet tip of a scarlet tongue trembled where it had never been before... suddenly she felt warm fingers sliding inside her and, arching like a bow, screamed as only a woman can scream in ecstasy.

They lay there, whispering something quietly to each other. Suddenly Yana, embracing her gently, kissed her.

— I've never felt so good. Thank you. I never thought it could be like this." She smiled at her, and in her clear blue eyes tenderness and love were reflected.

— And what about Stas with his Theme? Shall we call him?" Margo ran her fingertips over her velvety stomach.

— As you wish.

— As *you* wish?" Quickly and slightly questioningly.

In response, a quiet "Yes." And a languid sigh interrupted by a passionate kiss.

We loved her young, beautiful body long and passionately. Our bodies intertwined and untwined in the dance of fiery passion, fingers and tongues discovered previously unknown pleasures in the secret corners of her body. She responded to us. Kissing and stroking our bodies heated by passion, tickling with her hair. Our passion, like a fiery ball, freed her from something restraining, directing her to surrender to us completely, to the last drop.

Finally, Margo sat on the pillow at the head of the bed, Yana was turned, almost involuntarily, so that her nose almost buried itself in the blazing-hot vagina of my wife, who had run her fingers through Yana's thick flaxen hair. Obeying my slightly rough, warm palms, she got on her knees, sticking out her appetizing round bottom.

— Smell and remember this scent. It's the scent of your future Mistress.

Her nose buried itself for a minute right into Margo's vagina, who moaned when Yana's scarlet tongue, still unskillfully trying, for the first time ran over just the delicate skin of her thigh, gave me a sign, and I, placing the head, entered the narrow, hot maiden vagina, smoothly moving to full length, trying to match the rhythm with her tongue caressing my wife.

... In the semi-darkness of the large mirror, as in a beautiful painting—a young long-haired blonde, lying on the edge of the bed, her head slightly thrown back, takes into her scarlet mouth the cock of a muscular man caressing her breasts. Between her widely spread slender legs—a dark-haired woman, caressing her.

Finally, I began to pour into the scarlet mouth, onto the young face, onto the long eyelashes and onto the light hair.

I came and came.__