Swinging first emerged

I got married at eighteen, and my sexual experience was very limited back then, while my husband was much more experienced—he's five years older, very handsome and athletic, and always had plenty of admirers. So, he became my real teacher in sex, and I was an obedient student. Over seven years, he raised me—for which I am endlessly grateful to him—in such a way that there is nothing forbidden or unacceptable in our sex life. A couple of years ago, we got the idea to try a threesome, and I specifically wanted it to be with another man. Moreover, I wouldn't have minded if he were bisexual. And although I didn't talk about it with Dima, I know—he would fulfill any of my desires.

I didn't really believe it could become a reality, but unexpectedly, we got lucky, especially me.

It's very difficult to come up with anything on this topic in our city—Dima has a huge circle of acquaintances, and I'm often shown on local television due to my work. So, we tried to make it happen in the summer while vacationing alone at the seaside. But both attempts unfortunately turned out unsuccessful. The first time, Dima met a man older than himself, and a day later introduced me to him as his acquaintance; another day later, he whispered to him that I "could agree to anything." He interpreted it in his own way—that same evening, he almost "had" me right in the park while Dima left us alone.

The next time, I made the acquaintance myself—in the evening, on a crowded promenade, I picked up a great guy—with my looks, it was easy. Dima appeared in our company two days later, already as my acquaintance. Over those two days, I even started to like this guy; Dima was discreetly nearby the whole time. But I made a mistake by making our relationship too close—I swam and sunbathed in just tiny panties, changed clothes in front of him, then allowed him to kiss and caress me. And when I assessed his hard cock with my hand, I looked like a fool who didn't want to continue at that moment, but a couple of hours later was begging to go to my friend's place to have sex there—in a tiny apartment, with a person completely unfamiliar to him.

When we were driving back home, the conversation on this topic came up again—we went to the "south" in our own car, so there was plenty of time on the road. Dima blamed me; I agree, but he thought I seemed too available to our partners, while I, on the contrary, regretted not "giving myself" to them when they were trying. After all, I could have done anything with them then. Despairing of arguing, we decided to spend the night in the nearest city on the way and try again. I promised Dima not to be capricious—to listen to him.

As soon as we entered that city, everything went "like clockwork." We easily found a hotel, checked into a room with a large bed; while Dima was washing up, I stocked up on groceries and set the table for dinner, then went to the bathroom myself. I could hear someone addressing our room. After showering, carefully doing my hair and makeup, I came out. I was wearing only a transparent white slip dress; my panties and bra were in the bag, in the room.

Later, when we had already returned home, I managed to gradually find out from my husband everything that happened between them when they were alone. So, at some point, Dima felt unusual attention from the guest towards himself. Leonid asked him to help bring wine and snacks from his room, and Dima took advantage of this, asked the neighbor's opinion about me, and hinted at my availability. Leonid only remained meaningfully silent, carefully examining his new acquaintance. Then they went to the buffet for cigarettes, and Dima again brought up the topic about me. And again, our neighbor responded with silence, but when they were alone in the elevator, he hugged Dima, pulled him close, and whispered something along the lines of:

— She's a wonderful girl and I really liked her, but I think she didn't like me. Actually, you're a beautiful couple and very sexy. You—especially! And if you want to do something nice for me so much, I want us to go to my room." My husband was taken aback by this invitation and began to evasively refuse, and since that wasn't easy, he suggested first having sex with me—for courage, so to speak.

So, Dima had such an embarrassed look when they entered, but I didn't know that then. After an hour of our friendly and increasingly intimate feast, Dima went out to buy something else for the table, and I realized I needed to act, but didn't know how. Luckily, Leonid invited me to dance; I took off my sandals to be shorter and pressed against him. His hands wandered over my back, he whispered pleasant words to me, but for some reason, I wanted to continue less and less—I was getting scared. After the dance, we sat on the bed; he hugged me and tried to kiss me, I dodged and tried to free myself from him. He was persistent, but I didn't give in and stalled for time as best I could. Finally, Dima returned. He apparently understood everything immediately. We drank a glass of wine, and Leonid complained that he wanted to get to know me better, but I didn't agree. Dima's reaction was unexpected for me. He made a surprised face, lifted me up, turning me with my back to him and face to Leonid, slid the dress straps off my shoulders, and, after a few seconds, despite my resistance, I stood completely naked. I managed to turn to Dima, but didn't have time to say a word—our lips merged in a deep kiss. I started getting turned on, felt Dima's cock hardening, began unbuttoning his shirt. I really wanted to have sex with Dima in the presence of another man sexpornotales.cc, and he obeyed my desire. When only his briefs remained on him, I sat on the edge of the bed and, pulling them down, began to caress my beloved Dima's cock. I got so carried away with this caress that I didn't notice anything around, only felt that Dima was about to cum, so I wasn't surprised, releasing that wonderful creation from my mouth, ready to continue. But Dima moved away from me, and our guest took his place—he was already undressed, and his cock was centimeters from my face. The cock was nothing like Dima's—a large, bare head hung on a long, veiny shaft. I got scared, imagining what size it could reach, and from hopelessness. I had to do something, but I sat in a stupor, foolishly hoping it was just my husband's joke and that he would stop this situation. The guest's cock touched my lips, and with his hand he held the back of my head, but opening my mouth was beyond my strength; I only took the cock with my hand and slightly moved it away from me. It was a struggle—Leonid wanted me to take it in my mouth, and I couldn't and didn't want to do that, only wrapped my fingers around the shaft and involuntarily moved them, simultaneously feeling it harden. The head swelled, rose, touched my lips, and as soon as I slightly opened my mouth, it began to push into me; it was so large that I almost choked.

Finally, I leaned back on the bed. My widely spread legs rested on the floor, and Leonid curiously examined my neatly shaved "secret" place—embarrassment overwhelmed me. The guest's caresses were very skillful and easily distracted me, making me feel rapidly growing arousal. His lips touched my sacred place, and I forgot everything—what his tongue was doing to me! And his hands seemed to know all my sensitive spots!

My senses returned to me only under the streams of the shower. I lay helplessly stretched out on the bed, and the men replaced me in the bathroom. "Sharing impressions," I thought, lazily and embarrassedly reflecting on what had happened. How could this happen to me—a beautiful, well-bred woman who moves among intelligent and proper, famous and respected people, and who consider me, though young, their colleague. None of them could have imagined that I was capable of something like this. And in general, they probably find even thoughts about such things disgusting. Meanwhile, I felt a desire to continue, maintaining my state with light touches to my swollen clitoris; the absence of men irritated me, and I decided with annoyance that there would be no continuation.

Unexpectedly, I remembered the guest's hand, a guess pierced my brain! And at that moment, Leonid appeared; I pulled my hand away, but he noticed and, sitting down next to me, put it back. His voice was tender and affectionate, hypnotically affecting me—overcoming shyness, I masturbated, getting more and more aroused. The actions of his palm, wandering over my body, intensified the sensations, quickly reaching a peak. My legs spread wider, my knees bent slightly, and my finger began to penetrate inside—moving and deepening. I didn't even notice how a cucumber wrapped in a condom ended up in my other hand. I tried to stop, but couldn't resist this enchanting voice. Dima was standing nearby when I, frantically moving the cucumber, gave myself over to a sweet orgasm! They didn't let me rest. First, my husband took possession of me, for some reason acting rather sluggishly and quickly finishing, then gave way to Leonid—this one acted more concretely, but not for long and, it seems, didn't cum. Inside, there was complete confusion: tired, satisfied, and don't want anything more; aroused almost to the limit and want more.

When I came out of the shower, Leonid, putting down the phone, said that his "old but very nice acquaintance," who works at this hotel, would drop by for a minute. I quickly pulled on my dress and panties and joined the men's feast, who were only wrapped in towels. Drinking a glass of wine in one gulp, I ironically suggested:

— Maybe we should invite her to join us?"—the neighbor vaguely grunted and looked carefully at Dima. They started talking about something completely different, and my suggestion remained unanswered.

I was really embarrassed when our new guest entered. The rumpled bed, half-naked men, and my appearance—everything spoke unambiguously about what had happened in the room. We introduced ourselves; Dima invited her to the table, and she agreed. I liked Ira immediately—around 35, slender, thin figure, and a very pretty face with huge blue eyes and a small mouth. She immediately livened up our company, and within half an hour, the relationship between us was as if Irina had also taken part in our orgy. I began to think about how we could continue the sex, but now with four. I wanted Dima to have sex with Ira and to see it, and I myself wanted to be under Leonid's power again; I was ready to fulfill any of his desires. I moved closer to him and carefully placed my hand on his hairy leg. Irinka seemed not to notice my actions, only asking:

— And how long have you been sitting like this?

— And we don't just sit. Ninotchka is such a wonderful and affectionate girl, she didn't let us sit around for too long," Leonid answered and stood up, removing my hand. He moved Ira to his seat and placed my hand on her leg. I didn't understand his actions, only noticed Dima's slight agitation. I didn't know what had happened in the bathroom. Leonid had already warned Dima about Ira's appearance, telling him that she was bisexual and that she would gladly have sex with me, and they, so as not to embarrass us, could be alone. Dima tried to object; in response, Leonid approached him closely:

— Don't be afraid, I won't do anything to you. Only if you ask. Don't be afraid,"—he took hold of Dima's hanging cock and tried to arouse him. Dima recoiled and pressed against the wall; Leonid blocked his path to the door and didn't let go of the cock; he knelt down, and after a while took the cock into his mouth. Dima was shocked, but Leonid managed to arouse him; moreover, Dima held back so as not to cum. Leonid stopped his caress and only said:

— See, nothing scary. The rest later, okay?"—and left. Dima didn't want to go out with an erect cock and stayed, trying to calm down.

And then I was glad that Irina was nearby; I decided to whisper in her ear about my desires. But at that moment, the phone rang—they were looking for Ira. She listened and said with annoyance that she had to leave for half an hour. I was even happier and asked to go with her, and Leonid actively supported my request; she agreed.

It turned out she needed to substitute for the duty person on some floor. When we were alone, I didn't immediately tell her about my plan, and Irina took the initiative. She started talking about herself and Leonid. They had known each other for many years; every time he came—and he comes quite often—they meet up, he rents a double room, and she stays with him. Not many at the hotel know about this, but Ira is worried—Leonid likes to "experiment," more than once someone else has ended up in their bed. And she's afraid someone might find out "about these things." Then I asked if they had tried sex with four; her answer disappointed and alarmed me:

— I know him too well—today he doesn't want me anymore, and you either. He might come up with something original, but won't participate himself. Only observe and direct the actions. Believe me, he can convince anyone to do what he wants,"—I immediately remembered the cucumber—"I roughly guess what's happening in the room right now.

I didn't have time to ask her about it—the duty person we were substituting for returned unexpectedly quickly. But we didn't return to the room; Ira asked this woman for a key, asked her about some box, and we went into the duty person's small room.

— It's still too early for us to return anyway,"—she took out the box she had asked about but didn't open it—"I have a small suggestion or request for you. Just understand me correctly.

She pressed against me from behind and suggested opening the box; inside were several dildos. I looked at them in confusion and tried to understand Irina's intentions.