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"Darling, you know, for some reason, it's easier for me to talk to men than to women," said my wife.
"And why is that, I'm shy to ask?" I replied, watching the news on TV. I didn't pay much attention to her words.
"Well, it's just that when your friends come over, I find it easier to talk to Andrey than to his wife Anna, and it's always been like that for me, I just get along better with guys," my wife continued to muse.
"So what are you hinting at?"
"Nothing at all, okay, forget it," my wife immediately ended the conversation she had started.
I remembered this conversation a bit later, with all the ensuing consequences.
Well, we finally waited for the weekend, and there were plenty of plans. Meeting guests, a fishing trip, and the sauna. My classmate and his wife, also my classmate, were supposed to come visit us.
My wife was at home with the kids, so she could sleep in a bit later; she had developed a habit of sleeping in. As for me, used to getting up early for work, I was already up by 8 a.m. and started the preparations, which included a trip to the store, marinating meat, getting the sauna ready, and taking the kids to their grandma's.
Fortunately, the weather was simply fantastic, the sun was already warming up in the morning, everything promised a good time.
All the planned tasks were done by 11 o'clock. On my way back from grandma's, having naturally convinced the kids to stay with her, I heard the phone ring:
"Hello!" I said.
"So this is how you greet old friends?" came the voice through the receiver.
It was my classmate Andrey, who was supposed to call before coming over but decided to surprise us, and he succeeded because we were expecting them after lunch.
"Hey, I was taking the kids to grandma's, I'll be there soon! What, didn't Vera open the door for you?"
"Well, the house is locked, I knocked, but no one answered," said Andrey.
"Got it, she's probably still asleep, she's a night owl, loves to lounge until lunch. Knock on the window louder, she's had enough sleep," I replied.
"Okay!"
Not even two minutes passed before the phone rang again, this time it was Vera calling.
"Why didn't you warn me that Andrey would come so early?"
"Well, I didn't know myself, and what do you mean early? It's almost lunchtime."
"For your information, I ran to open the door in my transparent negligee, thinking it was you banging on it."
"And so?"
"Well, nothing much, just your friends practically saw me naked."
"Well then, get dressed, why are you running around naked," I said mockingly.
The day went great, we ate a lot, drank a lot, talked about many things, and didn't notice how it was already evening. I usually can't stay up late when I'm tipsy; it just knocks me out.
"Guys, okay, I'm going to sleep, we have to get up for fishing tomorrow or maybe even today. Vera, did you make the bed?"
"Yes, go to bed, everything's made up."
"Guys, I'm done. Or I'll fall asleep right here on the bench."
"Let him go, you know him, he gets up early and goes to bed early. Darling, just sleep in the living room, Andrey and Anya will sleep in our room!" said my wife.
I passed out immediately, only managing to pull off my pants and lie down horizontally. I woke up because I couldn't hold it anymore; my bladder was about to burst.
On the way to the bathroom, I heard rustling in the room, then a prolonged moan and accompanying wet, smacking sounds.
Wow, they're going at it, I thought to myself. On my way back from the bathroom, this situation kept playing in my head; my wife would never agree to have sex while guests were over. Although such a setting is incredibly arousing, I know from experience we've tried, but without success.
I lay down in bed but couldn't fall asleep; my dick was hard as a rock. I reached under the blanket to my wife, ran my hand along her leg, then higher, and realized she was sleeping naked, completely bare. Well, even better, I thought, and slipped my hand between her legs to check her readiness for invasion, and everything was already ready there, wet and hot. I started massaging her clit with my finger; it somehow seemed different than before, deeper or smaller. Well, my finger was already eager to delve into the cave, a moan, the second one went in there too, her ass was already meeting it. I couldn't stand it anymore, and positioning myself from the side, I slowly penetrated inside; the moan was somehow different, and the sensations were unusual, somehow wider. I increased the pace and massaged her anus with my finger, penetrating half a phalanx; my wife's hand pushed mine away, strange, she's usually never against anal sex.
Meanwhile, Andrey seemed to have gotten into the swing of things; Anya's prolonged moans were clearly audible throughout the house. Which couldn't help but turn me on.
The side position didn't allow full freedom of action; I turned my wife onto her back and just froze. Before me was Anya, not Vera. I replayed all of this in my head and realized that Andrey was currently fucking my wife. Anya lay with her eyes closed, legs spread, inviting continuation with that pose. My dick wasn't thinking of going down; it stood like a bayonet, anticipating continuation. I wanted to stop this disgrace, but my thoughts were interrupted by Anya's hand, which grabbed my dick and guided it into her womb, whispering almost inaudibly:
"Don't stop, I'm about to cum!"
Hearing another moan from our bedroom—now it was clear whose it was—I entered Anya with a sharp, ramming motion. She wrapped her legs around my waist and started to cum, convulsively squeezing my waist with her legs without making a sound. And then she opened her eyes; her reaction was the same as mine, she froze, processing everything that had happened. There was definite fear on her face mixed with pleasure and uncertainty.
At that moment, a loud cry was heard from the next room:
"Ohhh yes, more more, don't stop! Mmmmm, it feels so good!"
Anya looked at me questioningly, lowered her eyes to my protruding dick, and without saying a word, pulled me towards her. We merged in a prolonged kiss; such a situation aroused me with particular force. Meanwhile, Anya was teasing her clit with one hand and massaging my already erect dick with the other.
I knew she didn't let Andrey into her ass, and I decided to try to breach the forbidden hole; I put her on her knees, inserted my dick into her vagina, and started massaging her anus with my finger. She started whimpering from that; I accelerated the pace, and then she started to cum, spilling her juices; at that moment, I felt her anus relax and my finger began to penetrate easily inside. Without taking a break, I slowly penetrated her ass with my dick, also meeting little resistance; after inserting the head, I let her get used to the sensations; she started breathing heavily and rapidly.
"Ohhh, it feels so good!" escaped her lips almost inaudibly.
Realizing she liked this process, I started slowly penetrating deeper, centimeter by centimeter, gradually increasing the pace. Anya's anus was unsealed and offered absolutely no resistance; she arched her back maximally, clenching the sheets in her fists, whimpering slightly. I couldn't tell if she was close to orgasm; all women are unique in this regard—Vera always accompanies the approach of orgasm with sounds, but Anya was silent like a partisan. Suddenly, I felt streams of something warm trickling down my legs, and Anya convulsed, uttering a barely audible:
"Ah! Quieter. Good."
And I, unable to hold back, started filling her ass.
What are we doing? I'm fucking my friend's wife, and how did that bastard dare to go after mine? I get it, I didn't realize and just got into position. But how dare he? And Vera, how could she do such a thing right under my nose and with my friend? I was filled with anger, but at the same time, I was just as guilty, which was the restraining factor preventing me from starting to swing a saber right now.
I kissed Anya on the neck and hurried to the bathroom. Passing by the room, I couldn't resist the temptation and decided to see what was happening there, despite the fact that the sounds coming from there earlier spoke for themselves. The last thing I heard, "Cum inside me!" spurred me on, and I slowly opened the door a crack and was stunned; before me stood Andrey
ramming Vera in the ass, and she was moaning and thrusting back to meet him.
***
"Damn it, he always does this, leaves me with his friends," were the thoughts in Vera's head when her husband announced he was exhausted and went to bed.
"And why did he heat the sauna if he didn't even go?" Vera said out loud.
"Well, what's stopping us? Let's go warm up, I'm completely frozen," suggested Anya.
"Can I join you? I love steaming, but warming up wouldn't hurt," continued Andrey.
"Well, go ahead and warm up, I hung towels there, and I'll sit by the fire for now," said Vera and stretched her hands closer to the fire.
"Let's go together, and Andrey will steam us. Right, darling?" said Anya and looked questioningly at her husband.
"Yes, of course, as always, I get the hardest part," Andrey said approvingly.
They had another drink and headed to the sauna. Vera was always shy about going to the sauna with anyone, but alcohol and her friends' persuasion swayed her. Entering the sauna first, Anya started undressing; she quickly stripped off everything, including her underwear, wrapped herself in a towel, and jumped into the steam room. Andrey undressed next, turning his butt to Vera, he pulled down his underwear, and covering himself with a towel, also went into the steam room. Vera didn't take off her underwear and followed them.
"Why aren't you undressed? How is Andrey going to steam you then?"
"Well, I'll just warm up," Vera parried.
Vera was terribly shy about undressing in front of anyone—what if the towel slipped or something else—even though her figure was quite good, despite having given birth to two children herself. Of course, no one insisted, and Andrey started steaming Anya, who was already lying on the bench, having thrown off her towel. Then she turned over, presenting her breasts for viewing, and Andrey continued steaming, but it was already getting hard for him, and he sat down to hide from the heat a bit; at that moment, the towel treacherously left his waist. Vera, sitting on the lower bench, saw this moment perfectly and hurried to look away. The foreskin of his penis was pulled back, revealing the crimson head. But instead of picking up the towel and covering himself, Andrey, on the contrary, stood up and continued steaming his wife. From what was happening, Vera felt a slight tickle in her groin; even though she was looking away, she could perfectly see with her peripheral vision how Andrey's manhood swung from side to side with each strike of the birch whisk.
"Well, I'm done, I'm going to the house to lie down," said Anya, jumping off the bench and pouring a bucket of cold water over herself, then went to the dressing room.
Andrey followed her, finally throwing the towel over himself. Before he could leave, the steam room door opened a crack and his red face appeared: "You're next, get ready while I catch my breath for a moment."
What does 'get ready' mean? He doesn't think I'm going to undress in front of him now, does he? — thought Vera, and felt a dull ache in her lower abdomen.
The steam room door opened again, and first the birch whisk appeared, then Andrey; seeing Vera lying in her underwear, he commanded: "Undress, how am I supposed to steam you dressed!"
"If you're shy, I won't look at you," and he turned away.
"I'm not shy, it's just somehow unusual," and she started pulling off her panties; they were soaked through.
At that moment, Andrey turned his head and saw the scene: Vera, turning her butt towards him, with one hand touching herself between her legs and the other holding the wet panties. She finished by taking off her bra and lay down on the bench.
"All right, I'm ready! Just remember, as agreed, no peeking," Vera said playfully, though she perfectly understood it was a trick—how would he steam her without looking at her?
Andrey stood on the upper step of the bench and, leaning over her, giving a perfect view of her dripping pussy, began to slowly stroke her with the whisk, pausing a bit on her buttocks.
Vera felt a fire inside; she was seriously turned on, especially when, turning her head to the side, she saw the head of Andrey's penis appear from under the towel, pushing the edges apart. She was overcome with lewd thoughts, as if on one shoulder sat the positive part of her consciousness, and on the other, a lustful slut:
"Is his dick hard for me?"
"Well, for who else, silly, do you see anyone else here?"
"No, I can't do this, I have Kostya, I've never cheated on him, not even in my thoughts."
"And whose pussy is all wet with desire?"
"It's just physiology and extra alcohol."
"Nooo, it's you who wants to be fucked. You feel how he's caressing you, turn over, let him see you from the front."
"I don't want to provoke him or myself; he has a wife, I have a husband."
"What wife, what husband, it's just sex, an adrenaline rush, that's all, no feelings, just a simple fuck."
At that, the thoughts flew away somewhere, and she felt Andrey trying to turn her onto her back; propping herself up on her elbow, she turned onto her back, covering her chest with one hand and her groin area with the other.
And again, the demon invaded her head:
"Why are you covering up like a little girl? Grab his dick with your hand, give him access to your pussy."
"No, I won't cheat, and that's final."
"And you think your hubby has never cheated on you? I bet he's fucking some young slut at work, a hundred percent."
"That's not true."
"Really? Then why does he sometimes have a lot of cum and sometimes a little when you suck his dick? Don't you have a clue?"
"Dick, dick, dick, take his dick!"
Her hand involuntarily reached out and lightly touched his dick; it was indeed standing like a tin soldier, ready for battle at any moment, just waiting for an invitation.
And again, the voice of lust:
"See, he's waiting for you to invite him into your most secret places. Spread