Sveta, me and my friends

Hello, I'll tell you how my girlfriend and I got into the topic of sex life. I am 18 years older than her; Sveta was 21 when we started living together. We had sex three times a day. Not meaning three orgasms, but meaning in the morning, at lunch, and in the evening, she had several orgasms each time, and I had one at the end. Sveta is very beautiful, slim, and hasn't given birth yet, so her sex appeal is off the charts. Over time, our passion in bed began to fade, as happens with most couples; sex became less frequent. Of course, we tried many things together; I even spanked her butt in the doggy style position, but there was no real sadomasochism; it didn't appeal to us. We started resorting

to sexual fantasies. During sex, already being very aroused, even more like heated up, we sometimes voiced our fantasies. For example, she was on all fours, arching her back so that her little bud of labia was presented to me, I easily entered her (since it wasn't the beginning of sex) the abundance of lubrication, the ease of movement in her tight vagina, plus her gentle moans, growing with the approach of orgasm (this is not like porn voiceovers), "blew our minds." And then I, admiringly, say: "God, my little one, how passionate you are, how sweet it is to penetrate you!!!

I wish there was another man with us now, lying under you, penetrating your vagina with his cock, and I would penetrate your ass, and we would both please you." She: "Yes, yes... I want that!!!" The excitement from hearing this was pounding me, an orgasm started to approach, and then, continuing to moan even more, as her orgasm was also approaching, she declares: "... and for a third guy to shove his cock in my mouth all the way to my tonsils, you two would fuck me, and I would suck his cock!!!" After that, I could no longer restrain myself; the image of such a triple intercourse, and even at her suggestion, brought me to the edge; with shouts: "YES!!! my slut LIKE THAT!!! LIKE THAT!!! LIKE THAT!!!" I made three last thrusts into her vagina, increasing the depth of penetration, as if trying to push her uterus somewhere deep inside, while she was already howling from orgasm,... a powerful wave of lust pierced my body like electricity, ejaculate literally shot out immediately in a large bundle, forming a wave of orgasm going from the penis throughout the body to the brain, and there, as if there was nowhere else to go, the wave seemed to explode and softly spread throughout the body, into every cell with tiny droplets of pleasure...

After resting, I said that we should find candidates and bring our fantasies to life, but she was against it, stating that fantasies in an aroused brain are one thing, but real people in bed are another. But once I read a very arousing story online about how a girl with her boyfriend and three of his friends, drinking, joking, and playing, step by step reached the point where they all fucked her first in turn, and then all at once right in front of her boyfriend and with his participation, and he even licked her clitoris when she was being taken in three holes; her sensations during this were also described. I copied this story to my computer and placed a shortcut on the desktop, knowing that one day she would see the shortcut, get interested, and definitely read it. If I had asked her to read it, she wouldn't have—such is female nature; they are only interested in what secrets you are keeping from her. One day it happened; I came home, and she came to me—writhing like a cat, trying to kiss, dragging me to bed... , when asked what got her so turned on, she admitted that she had read the story and agreed. I ask: "agreed to what?" and she says to me: "to everything!!! For three guys to really fuck me, and for you to lick my clitoris and knead my breasts with your hands." From these words, I almost came right in my pants; we tore off each other's clothes, continuously kissing passionately, and engaged in passionate sex, however, due to such a lead-up and overexcitement, we both came quite quickly. But now we had a goal; we needed to find a means to achieve it.

Sveta had an allergy to condom lubricant, so a problem arose with controlling potential partners for the absence of venereal diseases, and we definitely weren't going to take risks. And once, during another trip to the bathhouse with the guys—my friends—an idea came to me: here are the candidates. As is customary in male company, we always discuss women and cars, so I know everything about each of their sex lives. My friends are mostly my age, and their wives are roughly their peers; each family already has 1-2 children; only Sveta and I haven't had a kid yet. erotic stories One's wife has gained weight, another's wife's breasts have sagged, etc. They all complained about this and envied my Sveta, admiring her—what perfect candidates. I knew everything about them: Andrey doesn't cheat on his wife, Viktor strictly uses condoms, and Sergey is a total paranoid—after every affair, he runs to get tested. I consulted with Sveta; at first, she took this idea with hostility, but after a bunch of arguments in favor of this option, she agreed, especially since she liked all my friends in their own way, and they always showered her with compliments; only the psychological aspect bothered her—their wives, and how to persuade them without losing their respect or getting a refusal, or even losing friends? After some thought, I concluded that the best option was to arrange everything so that it seemed like an accident, and then see how it goes. I kept looking for the right moment and place, and time passed.

Sveta and I had finally decided to spend our lives together and submitted an application to the registry office. I wanted to pull everything off before the wedding, in case after this experiment we wouldn't want to be husband and wife, but I also didn't want to back down—the idea was deeply rooted in my brain. Time passed; finally, a few days before the wedding, I decided to pull it off at the bachelor party. I invited friends alone, without wives and children, to my dacha for an overnight stay. They had no problems with their wives, since it was a friend's bachelor party after all. Sveta had her bachelorette party two days earlier and, according to the plan, was supposed to just stay in the apartment. But in fact, when the guys arrived at our dacha, they found my beloved next to me. After a bit of grumbling, like, what's going on, what's a woman doing at a bachelor party, everyone accepted the situation. Viktor lamented that now he couldn't call strippers; I reassured everyone, saying, don't worry, mine will dance a mind-blowing striptease for you all; after all, someone has to serve us—cook, set the table while we go to the bathhouse. So the program started: bathhouse, beer, shashlik, feast...

All evening, Sveta, dressed in a loose T-shirt without a bra, a short skirt barely covering her white thong, flirted with the guys; they, as always, admired her; everyone was slowly "getting turned on." When it got dark, everyone was already pretty "drunk" and continued in the kitchen; mine was also drinking and eating with us, and I say: "sunshine, these brutes don't believe you can dance a striptease, show them some class..." and jokingly: "... otherwise we didn't have a full bachelor party, and tomorrow is the wedding..." And mine, demonstrating that she took it as disbelief in her abilities and a challenge, stood up, put on high-heeled sandals, turned on soft music, and began... The guys turned their chairs toward her. What she was doing... Bending over, writhing like a cat, flashing her white panties, on which, when she bent over, her labia were clearly outlined. The guys, exhaling approving sighs, began to "inconspicuously" adjust their pants. Smoothly, slowly pulling up the short skirt on her legs, she approached Andrey, suddenly lifted her leg, and placed it on the edge of the table. Surprised to see such a stretch right under his nose, Andrey gasped.

Mine stood facing him with her leg raised; the skirt was all gathered at her waist; her vagina through her panties exuded desire just 15 cm from Andrey's face; his pants bulged because his cock was literally standing at attention. But he no longer tried to adjust anything in his pants, understanding that it was impossible to hide it. Passionately looking into his eyes, mine wet her index finger, ran it vertically over her lips, down her neck to her chest,

then quickly lowered her leg, turned around, made a body wave, and "floated" over to Sergey. She sat on his lap and began to wiggle to the music; the guys started clapping in rhythm and admiring; it was clear that the action was turning everyone on and liberating them. To speed things up, I took Sergey's hands and placed them on my girl's hips; he looked at me; I nodded approvingly and exclaimed: "today, everything is allowed! Let's party!!!" The guys made delighted exclamations, hardly fully understanding what I meant by "everything." Mine was writhing on Sergey's lap; he was momentarily embarrassed that his pants were bulging, but seeing that no one was looking at it, he grew bolder; his hands became more and more brazen, stroking my girl's bare hips; one hand went under her T-shirt. The movement of his hand was visible by the bump on her T-shirt, but this didn't stop Sergey; he probably thought her clothing was loose enough to hide his hand, or simply the alcohol and my behavior removed all taboos in his head.

He stroked her stomach, then her breasts, and began to knead them; the other guys watched everything with envy and lust. I really liked all this; my friend was groping my girl; my body was shaking with excitement. Excitement was generally in the air. Sveta stood up (Sergey took his hand out), stood with her back to everyone, and slowly, teasingly, took off her T-shirt and turned around. A pair of the most beautiful bare breasts appeared before the stunned viewers. Her hands, caressing her naked body, went lower and, unbuttoning the skirt, dropped it on the floor. The guys howled; lust and desire to take her right now were visible in their eyes, but they didn't know how far they could go in this game. My girl danced in front of the other guys in just a thong, which fit so tightly that her labia were clearly outlined. My head was spinning... Sveta approached Viktor and began rubbing her breasts on his face; to give him courage, I had to intervene; I placed his hands on Sveta's waist. Already completely aroused, Viktor's mind was completely "blown"; he began groping Sveta everywhere, kissing her breasts, caught her nipple with his lips and began to play with it; Sveta writhed and played along with sexual moans.

Then Andrey protested, pointing out the injustice that he didn't get tactile contact. That's exactly what we needed. I, as if eliminating the injustice, led him to Sveta and placed his hands on her buttocks, thereby giving the "green light." He immediately began frantically kneading Sveta's buttocks. Sergey himself immediately stood up, approached the others, and joined the process. Three guys greedily groped my girl; they clung to her so much that I could no longer see where their numerous hands, which more resembled octopus tentacles, were wandering. I was overexcited; a fine tremor permeated my body; the picture simply delighted me. I briefly noticed a hand slipping into Sveta's panties; she could no longer dance, just writhed to the music in the men's hands. It was time to develop events; the guys themselves wouldn't go further. I squeezed through to Sveta; her eyes were clouded with pleasure; it seemed she saw no one and understood nothing from the abundance of pleasure. The guys stopped as if on command; I pressed her tightly to me and passionately kissed her on the lips, as if saying, everything is fine, darling, I approve of everything, you can continue.

There were no more games; I carefully removed Sveta's panties, threw them aside, touched her pussy; she was all wet with desire; the guys stood rooted to the spot; I glanced at everyone with a look that spoke for itself "why are we standing?"; all three again clung to my Sveta, stroking, groping, kissing her shoulders, breasts... I stepped back and undressed; my penis was sticking straight up, but no one paid attention to me anymore. Sveta was in a semi-faint; her legs gave way, but with such support, no one let her fall; her limp body was quickly laid right there on the soft carpet with high pile. I sat down next to her and placed my cock to her lips; Sveta slightly opened her mouth and took my fighter into it. Andrey cursed and rushed to quickly undress, like: "to hell with it all... friendship, conventions...", then jumped over to us. Sveta lay with her legs wide apart; her labia invitingly opened, and her mouth was sucking my cock; many hands (it seemed there were an endless number) groped my girl's hips, breasts; Andrey touched Sveta's vagina and inserted two fingers into her. I looked at his big cock, imagined how instead of fingers he would now shove it in there, and with a tiger-like roar, began to cum abundantly in my beloved's mouth. Before, she would spit out semen, but now, apparently not understanding where to spit it, or so as not to interrupt the action, she swallowed everything.

Now, realizing that there were no taboos at all, Sergey and Viktor also undressed. I leaned back to enjoy the post-orgasmic bliss; now, when the acute excitement was relieved, a slight feeling of disgust at what was happening visited me. Andrey positioned his big guy and inserted it into Sveta's vagina; she gasped, looked at me frightened and questioningly; I nodded approvingly; Sveta began to moan with pleasure; with each thrust, her moan became louder; Sergey took my place, and Sveta greedily began to suck his penis; the moan turned into a moo; Viktor rubbed his cock on Sveta's breasts. I caught myself enjoying this sight, and my cock was again in combat readiness; my hand involuntarily started jerking it off. I managed to go wash it off; while walking, I heard Sveta's screams—she was coming intensely. I washed up and quickly returned; on the way, I ran into Andrey, apparently he had also come; Sergey and Viktor were already fully implementing what they had seen in porn. Sveta was on all fours on the mat; Sergey was fucking her from behind, and Viktor was fucking Sveta in the mouth; she wasn't sucking him, but rather he was intensely fucking her; they wanted to get theirs so much that they didn't even let her wash up after Andrey. I stood and watched as two of my buddies were pounding my girl and how good she felt; she released the cock of Viktor, who was dissatisfied with this, and began to scream from the approaching orgasm: "YES! YES!" (seems that's our favorite exclamation J) "Fuck me already, all of you, fuck your slut!!!" and began to come intensely, again grabbing Viktor's cock with her mouth. Sergey began to approach orgasm; he pulled out his cock, looked at me; I said to cum in her; he inserted it back and immediately began to cum with an animal-like roar; at the same time, Viktor came in Sveta's mouth.

From the sight of this orgy and the general orgasm, my cock also came intensely in my hand; by this time, Sveta had fallen onto her back on the carpet, and Viktor's semen plopped right onto her stomach. Everyone collapsed without strength right there on the carpet in post-orgasmic bliss. Sveta was in a semi-faint; she gave me a languid look, smiled, and whispered that she loved me madly; I smiled back. Andrey returned from the shower, and Sergey and Viktor hurried to the shower. Sveta and I lay next to each other on the carpet and smiled, looking at each other; Andrey immediately got hard again from the sight that opened up: Sveta lay on her back with her long, slender legs wide apart, and thick semen was flowing from her vagina; her stomach was also covered in semen. Andrey exclaimed approvingly: "now that's depravity!!!" We also went to the shower with Sveta. Viktor came out to meet us; Sergey had just entered the cubicle to wash up; I pushed Sveta toward him and say: "if you like to ride in a sleigh, you should also pull the sleigh—here, bathe her." Sveta really liked the idea; she entered the cubicle with Sergey. He immediately began to wash her body. I really enjoyed watching how another guy, not me, was stroking my beauty under the streams of water; I was again seized by a fine tremor.

Alcohol was doing its job, and what had already happened suggested to Sergey that EVERYTHING was allowed. With hands trembling with passion, he began to wash Sveta's vagina; Sveta smiled, enjoying his actions... My penis again tensed up completely from the sight; it was simply a high... After them, I also took a shower, jumped into a robe, and came to the kitchen. There, everyone, covering their nudity as best they could, continued to drink as if nothing had happened, vigorously discussing what had happened. They drank to Sveta, to how cool she is, progressive, fearless, etc., etc., then to me, for arranging such a celebration of life, how daring I am, and other blah, blah, blah... After another shot, Sveta and I merged in a passionate kiss in