Second meeting with a MF couple
Artem stood at the door of their cozy house on the outskirts of the city, his heart beating faster than the first time. A week had passed since that steamy meeting in the sauna, and they had invited him over—for a second, more intimate one. He rang the bell, and the door was opened by Alena in a light silk robe that barely covered her voluptuous curves. Her high-pitched voice sounded modest but with a playful note: "Hi, Artem… Come in, we're waiting." Sergey stood in the living room, in home shorts and a T-shirt, his shy gaze immediately sliding over Artem with a hint of arousal. The room was dimly lit, a bottle of wine and candles were on the table, and a light scent of vanilla hung in the air
from the air freshener.They sat on the sofa, drank a glass each, chatting about little things to ease the tension. Alena sat between them, her hand already sliding onto Artem's thigh, stroking through the fabric of his trousers. "We were reminiscing so much about the sauna… We want to experiment today," she squeaked, blushing. Sergey nodded: "Yes, with elements of… control." Artem felt his cock beginning to harden—they had mentioned BDSM in their correspondence, but a soft kind, without pain, just with dominance and spanking.
Alena stood up first, dropping her robe—her full body was revealed: large tits with perky nipples, a soft tummy, wide hips, and a smoothly shaved pussy, already glistening slightly with moisture. "Get undressed, boys," she commanded in her high voice, but with a new note of confidence. Artem and Sergey obediently stripped off their clothes. Artem's cock was half-hard—medium-sized, sturdy, with a smooth scrotum; Sergey's was slightly smaller but already swelling at the sight of his wife.
She took their cocks in her hands—one in each palm, gently stroking. "Mmm, so warm… Let me warm you up," whispered Alena, starting to jerk them off slowly. Her fingers wrapped around the shaft of Artem's cock at the base, slid up to the head, smearing pre-cum, then down, massaging his balls. With Sergey—the same: she caressed his dick rhythmically, squeezing a little tighter, feeling it harden in her hand. Droplets of sweat appeared on their bodies, their cocks glistened from her saliva—she had spat on her palms for lubrication. Artem moaned softly: "Alena, your hands… are magical." Sergey watched, blushing, his dick trembling in her grip.
Moving on to the BDSM elements, Alena took soft leather handcuffs from a drawer. "Sergey, darling, let me tie you to the chair—you'll watch first," she squeaked modestly but with a command. He obediently sat down, she fastened his hands behind his back to the chair back, his legs to the legs. "You're my observer… Until I say." Sergey nodded, his cock standing rock-hard from humiliation and arousal.
Alena turned to Artem: "And you… lie on the carpet, I want your cunnilingus." Artem lay on his back, she sat on his face—her plump thighs pressed against his cheeks, her pussy lowered onto his mouth. He began licking eagerly: his tongue slid over her swollen lips, sucked her clit, penetrated inside where it was hot and wet. Moisture ran down his chin, squelching, her tits swayed above him. Alena moaned in her high voice: "Yes, lick my pussy… Deeper, Artem!" She caressed her clit with her fingers while he licked her out, and simultaneously jerked his cock with her hand—squeezing the shaft, teasing the head with her thumb, feeling the veins under the skin.
Sergey watched from the chair, his dick was hard, but he couldn't touch—this turned him on even more. Alena noticed: "Darling, do you want me to tease you?" She got off Artem's face, approached her husband, took his cock in her hand, jerked it a few times—quickly, squeezing near the head, then let go. "Wait a little longer," she squeaked.
Returning to Artem, she got on all fours over him: "Enter me… But let me guide." Alena took his cock in her hand—wrapped it around the shaft at the base, directed the head towards her pussy, adjusting the angle for a perfect entry. "Like this… Slowly," she whispered, feeling the swollen head parting her lips, sliding inside along the wet walls. The cock entered completely, his balls pressed against her clit. Artem began thrusting from below, but she commanded: "Wait, I'll do it myself." She moved on him, taking him deep, her ass shaking, her tits bouncing.
Adding BDSM, she asked: "Spank my ass… Lightly at first." Artem slapped her soft buttock—the spank echoed, leaving a red mark. "Harder!" squeaked Alena, speeding up. She was approaching orgasm: her body tensed, her pussy clenched around his cock, juices squelched louder, moisture ran down her thighs. "Oh, I'm… cumming! Whip my ass, Artem! Spank me harder during orgasm!" He spanked several times—loudly, on both buttocks, while she squealed in her high voice, her body shuddered in convulsions, her pussy pulsed, squeezing juices onto his balls. The orgasm was powerful: waves of pleasure rolled from her clit through her whole body, her legs trembled, she screamed: "Yeees! Don't stop spanking!"
After her orgasm, Alena unfastened Sergey: "Now join in, darling." He approached, his cock standing rock-hard. She took both cocks in her hands again—caressed them simultaneously, squeezing, jerking rhythmically, smearing pre-cum. "My boys… So hard for me."
Artem watched, his cock standing rock-hard from the sight. Alena turned: "Now anal for me… I'll guide it myself." She got on all fours on the sofa, took Artem's cock in her hand—wrapped it around the shaft at the base, directed the swollen head towards her anus, adjusting the angle for a straight and deep entry. "Like this… Enter slowly," she whispered, feeling her sphincter stretching around the head, the shaft sliding inside along the tight, hot walls, filling her completely. Without a condom, as always—everyone was clean, with tests. Artem began fucking her in the ass—deeply, slapping her thighs, his balls slapping against her wet pussy with each thrust. She begged: "Spank my ass! Whip me while I cum!" He spanked—loudly, leaving red marks on her soft buttocks, while she moaned in her high voice, her body trembling with pleasure.
Sergey, still aroused after his orgasm, took a belt from the sofa—soft, leather, as they had discussed for BDSM. "Let me help intensify it," he whispered shyly, and Alena nodded: "Yes, darling, hit my ass with the belt… Harder, so the orgasm is brighter!" Sergey swung and lashed her buttocks with the belt—first lightly, leaving a burning mark, then harder, the lashes echoed through the room, her skin reddened, Alena squealed from a mix of pain and pleasure: "Yeees! Hit me, Sergey! Whip my ass while Artem fucks me in the butt!" Each belt strike intensified the sensations—the burning on her skin mixed with the thrusts of Artem's cock, her anus clenched reflexively with each sharp lash. Artem felt it: her walls tightly gripped his shaft, squelching from natural lubrication, each exit of his cock was slow, and each entry—sharp, deep.
Artem couldn't hold back and came inside her anus—thick streams of cum shot deep, filling the tight hole, leaking out when he pulled out. Sergey immediately sucked Artem's cock from his wife's ass—greedily, swallowing to the throat, licking off the cum and juices, drool ran down the shaft, his tongue wrapped around the balls, sucking up the remnants. Alena, still trembling, caressed their cocks with her hands—jerked both off slowly, squeezing near the heads, smearing cum and drool, feeling them harden again in her palms. "My good boys… Cum on my tits," she squeaked modestly, speeding up her hand movements: her fingers slid along the shafts, teasing the heads, massaging the veins, until Artem and Sergey came simultaneously—copious streams of cum splashed onto her heavy tits, covering her nipples in a thick layer, running down her stomach and thighs. She smeared the cum over her skin with her fingers, collecting it on her palm and tasting it—salty, with a musky note, licking her lips with a smile: "Mmm, so tasty… From both of you."
They lay down together on the sofa, hugging, sweaty and satisfied, their bodies entwined in an embrace. Alena lay in the middle, her head on Artem's shoulder, Sergey's hand on her thigh. They caressed each other tenderly: Artem kissed her neck, sucking the skin, leaving light hickeys, Sergey stroked her tits, smearing the remnants of cum, his fingers slid over her nipples, making them harden again. Alena jerked their cocks slowly, feeling them soften in her hands but still trembling from the aftertaste. "That was even better than in the sauna… Such vivid orgasms," whispered Artem, his lips touching her ear. Alena squeaked quietly, blushing: "Yes… The belt and fingers… We should add more elements next time. Maybe candles or toys?" Sergey smiled shyly, kissing her shoulder: "Yes, darling, whatever you want. You were so… passionate today." They lay for another half hour, sipping wine, chatting about fantasies—Alena described how she wanted to be tied up next time, Artem shared ideas about role-playing, Sergey suggested more observation. The kisses grew deeper: tongues entwined, tasting the flavor of cum and wine, hands wandered over their bodies, Alena's fingers squeezed their cocks again, bringing them to a light arousal but without climax—just for warmth. When Artem left, they all kissed goodbye—tenderly, with tongues, tasting everything that had been, with a promise of a third meeting. Artem stepped outside with a smile, full of warmth, satisfaction, and anticipation, knowing this was only the beginning of their shared adventures.