Online Dating, a True Story

I want to share one of my adventures with you. This story is real and happened on the eve of the New Year holidays. A little about myself. I am a self-sufficient adult man, 36 years old, married to a charming woman, have children, a decent job that brings a stable income to the family. With age, some fantasies and desires began to appear, which my beloved wife probably would not have supported. Anyway, sitting at work, I came across another dating site, but it was different from all the others in that it was mainly couples who met there. Out of curiosity, I registered, posting my photo there. Literally a few minutes later, I received a

friend request from a user whose avatar showed a man about my age looking at me. I was surprised because I clearly indicated my orientation as "hetero" in my profile, but out of curiosity, I accepted the friend request, going to his page.

During the correspondence, I learned that his name was Igor, and understood that he had a fantasy to watch another man fuck his wife. But the catch was that although his wife fantasized with him about this topic, in reality she could not imagine this situation, as she considered herself a very decent woman, especially since she worked as a teacher at a school and had very strict rules. Probably because of this, their sex over the past three years had become very rare, the live magnetism and feelings had disappeared, which he really wanted to stir up with new sensations. I suggested we meet and chat over a glass of beer to discuss the details. After work, I left my car in the parking lot, called my wife and, warning her that I would be a little late as I had met an old friend, arrived at the appointed time at one of the establishments in our city that brewed very good beer. Entering the hall, I found Igor with my eyes, who was sitting at a table and already sipping beer. He was a man about my age with a quite pleasant appearance and a kind face. Some embarrassment was visible in his gaze. I extended my hand, greeted him, sat down opposite him, ordered myself a beer, and started the conversation.

After a few glasses of beer, getting a little tipsy, our conversation turned into a discussion of possible options for my acquaintance with his wife, because it had to look like an accident. I asked him to describe his wife. Igor handed me his phone, on the screen of which was a photo of his wife. In the photo was a very pretty woman, about 26-28 years old, dressed in a long below-the-knee shirt-dress, which was completely wet and clung to a very sexy figure with a cute face of a dyed blonde with beautiful blue eyes, with amazing breasts of at least size 3 and feminine curves.

Looking at the photo of his wife, whose name, by the way, was Elena, I felt tension in the groin area, where my member affirmatively approved the Lady I had seen. I raised my glass of beer and proposed a toast to the fulfillment of his desires. After taking a couple of deep sips, Igor suggested that we go with him right now to his house and get to know his treasure better. My head was foggy from the hops, and my cock demanded release. I supported his initiative. Immediately, Igor took out his phone and called his wife: "Darling, I met an old friend here whom I haven't seen for probably a thousand years, we're coming home, set the table, we'll be there soon." We asked for the bill, and while waiting for it, I asked about Elena's weaknesses, her fantasies, erogenous zones. The beer I had drunk was bursting to come out. Going to the toilet, I found that Igor had also decided to relieve himself. Approaching the urinal, I barely overcame my erection, directed my cock into the urinal, closing my eyes from the pleasure, which is comparable only to an orgasm, I relieved my overflowing bladder, shaking off the last drops. Turning my head, I saw my new friend, who was looking at my, already beginning to slightly subside, end. Meeting my gaze, Igor nodded approvingly and said that his little wife would really like it.

I paid the bill and suggested that on the way we stop by a supermarket, which was 50 meters from the beer restaurant, and get some alcohol and fruit. From Igor's story, I already knew that Elena loved champagne, chocolate, and fruit. To speed up the time, I suggested that while I quickly shopped, Igor would catch a taxi. He didn't object. Running into the supermarket, I quickly threw into the cart a bottle of champagne, two bottles of cognac, chocolates, oranges, and bananas, and at the checkout, I took a pack of condoms. At the checkout sat a pretty young girl who, smiling broadly while scanning the items and putting them in a bag, said, "A gentleman's set." I smiled back, paid, grabbed the bag, took out the pack of condoms, transferred it to my jeans pocket, and ran out onto the street, looking for Igor with my eyes, who was standing by the road and, seeing me, waved his hand, getting into an old foreign car with "taxi checkers."

Riding up in the elevator, Igor said that their son had gone on an excursion with his class today and would only return the day after tomorrow. And now we are standing in front of the door. My excitement was beyond limits, because such a meeting was a first for me. Opening the door with his own key, Igor, as the host, let me go ahead. Entering the corridor of a standard 3-room apartment, I heard a ringing female voice, which was coming from behind the bathroom door, as it was mixed with the sound of running water. This voice told Igor that we should go into the hall. Taking off our outerwear, my new friend led me into the room where, opposite the sofa, there was a glass coffee table on which plates with sliced food, a bowl with olives, and a saucer with sliced lemon were already placed. I sank into the soft sofa, took the remote, and turned on the TV, while Igor carried the bag of supplies to the kitchen. My imagination in my head painted pictures of a naked woman standing under the shower and stroking her body, surrendering to the warm streams of water that roll down her large, full breasts onto her stomach and disappear into her crotch. I was brought out of this state by Igor's voice: "Yura, meet my beloved wife Elena, you can just call her Lena." I turned my head towards the door, my mouth slightly opened. By force of will, I restrained my desire to whistle. Lena looked much better than in the photo. Slightly damp light hair just below the shoulders, very cute facial features, blue eyes in which you could drown. My gaze immediately stuck to her breasts, which somewhat immodestly protruded from the silk robe thrown over them. The belt emphasized her waist. The robe ended just above the knees, opening to my gaze beautiful legs. Pulling myself together, I got up from the sofa and with difficulty squeezed out: "Very nice, Yura." Here I caught Lena's gaze, which was looking at me in the groin area, where, hidden by jeans, my cock was trying to break out, inspired by my fantasies and what I saw.

I plopped down on the sofa, trying to hide the bulge, which put me in a slightly awkward position. Igor slapped his wife on the butt, addressing her: "Come on, bring Yura's treats from the kitchen." Lena turned around, showing her enchanting rear, wiggling her beautiful butt, and headed to the kitchen. Igor plopped down next to me and whispered, "Well, how is she?" Being in some kind of stupor, I could only say: "Good!" I got up from the sofa and asked Igor where I could wash my hands. Igor shouted: "Lenusik, show our guest where the bathroom is." Going into the corridor, I met a mischievously smiling Lena, who led me to the bathroom and said she would bring a clean towel now. Approaching the sink, I turned on the cold water tap and, after washing my face several times, tried to come to my senses. Behind me, I heard Lena's voice: "Here's a clean towel." Reaching my hand back, trying to take the towel, my fingers stumbled upon the warm, velvety skin of Lena. She gasped, dropping the towel. I turned around at the moment when she bent down to pick it up. Her head was at the level of my groin, and only a few centimeters separated my cock from her face. It seemed to me that I felt her breath on my cock. If it weren't for the jeans I was wearing, the head of my young man could have touched her lips. She straightened up, we both smiled at each other. There was a blush on her cheeks, her breathing was rapid. In her eyes, I saw a spark that promised me a pleasant continuation of this evening. Handing me the towel, Lena quickly left.

Returning to the room, I saw Igor and Lena sitting on the sofa. There was alcohol on the table, and to the left of the table, a chair was pushed up to it, where I was invited to sit. Igor, as the host, poured us cognac, and his wife champagne. He raised his glass and said: "Well, to the meeting." After drinking, Lena asked her husband why he had hidden his friend from her for so long. He began to tell her that I work in the north and very rarely come to my hometown, and today we met completely by chance. Having lied through our teeth, we continued to drink. The cognac drunk on top of the previously drunk beer was doing its job. I got pretty tipsy. Answering Lena's questions about the north, I told various tall tales. Igor intervened in the conversation at the right moment, making spicy jokes and telling dirty jokes. I was brought out of euphoria by my ringing phone. My wife was calling. Her first question was: "Where are you?" I was in a stupor. Igor snatched my phone, apologized, introduced himself as my old friend, informed her that I was at his house and in the state I was in, he wouldn't let me go anywhere at night, and promised to deliver me home safe and sound tomorrow morning. Then he handed the phone to me. I also apologized to my wife, assured her that everything was fine, we would sit a little longer and go to bed, and in the morning I would appear before her fresh as a daisy. Wishing her good night, I pressed the end call button.

Immediately, another portion of alcohol was poured, and I proposed a toast: "To lovely ladies." Igor kissed Lenka passionately on the lips, pulling her head to him. While they were kissing, I drank the cognac and, reaching for a piece of lemon, as I stood up, a magnificent view opened up to me. One side of the silk robe had slipped aside, exposing a large part of the breast of the lady of the house, covered by a white patterned bra. Through the fabric, the cherry of her nipple was visible. Her breast rose languidly. Lena broke away from her husband's lips, met my sly gaze, adjusted her robe, and drank her champagne to the bottom. Then she poured herself another portion of the sparkling drink, took a few deep sips, sprawled languidly on the sofa, tucking one leg under herself. The hem of her robe parted. My gaze ran over her beautiful legs and stopped at her white semi-transparent panties. Through the fabric in the pubic area, fleshy labia protruded. I also saw a small wet spot in the center of her crotch and understood that this kind of game was turning Lena on.

Igor poured for me and himself, raised a glass of cognac, and proposed a toast to male friendship. Lena added: "To a pleasant acquaintance," after which she winked at me with her tipsy eyes, drank all the contents of her glass to the bottom. Igor and I exchanged glances and downed another portion of cognac.

Lena got up from the sofa and with the words: "Boys, I'll be gone for a bit, need to powder my nose," with a shaky gait, knowing that two stallions were watching her, swaying her gorgeous butt, she paraded towards the bathroom. As soon as the lady disappeared behind the door, Igor said that everything was going great and, knowing his wife, he could confidently say that she liked me, but he was afraid that she wouldn't let herself be fucked in her husband's presence. Whispering, we chatted, going over various options. Lena appeared on the threshold holding a deck of cards, suggested we diversify our evening. We gladly supported her. Igor suggested playing for wishes. Lena said she would love to, adding in a drunken little voice: "Aren't you afraid, Igor, of my wishes?" after which she looked at me with irony. I suggested we drink to that. To avoid clearing the table of drinks and snacks, Igor suggested we move to the floor.

I watched this as if spellbound, afraid to move. Lena stuck the tip of her tongue out of her mouth and began to exploratively wander over the head of my cock. Then her mouth opened slightly, and like a boa constrictor that slowly swallows its prey, millimeter by millimeter, she began to swallow my organ. I felt how the wet, warm, and soft environment was absorbing me. My legs became weak, my toes curled. Here I felt the movement of her tongue. Without taking my cock out of her mouth, her tongue performed incredible pirouettes around the head, tickling the frenulum. This was one of the best blowjobs of my life. The thought flashed through my head: "Wow, what a teacher, wow, what a modest one." Lowering my hands, I ran my fingers through her luxurious hair and, taking her by the head, began to guide the process, helping myself with the movement of my hips, I fucked her mouth, choosing a pace pleasant for me.

The process was in full swing. One of Lena's hands held me by the buttock, and the other was caressing herself, hidden from my view, somewhere between her legs. Remembering Igor, I looked in his direction. Sprawled on the sofa, he was already openly jerking his cock, not taking his eyes off his beloved wife. My balls demanded release, but either because of what I had drunk or because of the unusual situation for me, I couldn't come. Lena put her hands on my hips and pulled me down. My cock left her sweet little mouth, and she, laying me on my back, finally pulled off my jeans and underwear, throwing them aside. Then, practically in one motion, she took off her robe, bra, and panties. On top of me, spreading her legs wide, a fair-haired Aphrodite looked down. Her lush breasts with large areolas of her nipples swayed in time with her rapid breathing. The petals of her labia were wet; some of the juices were running down the inside of her thighs. She began to lower herself onto me. Grabbing her firm butt, I pulled this treasure to my face.

The velvety skin of her buttocks touched my chest. Before my eyes appeared her pubis. The little pea of her clitoris had emerged from its hood and was shining from the juices like a pink pearl. I stuck out my tongue and touched it with the tip. Lena's butt clenched on my chest, and a drawn-out moan escaped from her mouth. Immediately, with my lips, I sucked her clitoris into my mouth. Her body tensed sharply and began to twitch. Her juices splashed onto my chin. She was shaking as if on an electric chair. Releasing her clitoris, I ran my tongue over the fleshy petals and, slightly lifting her butt, penetrated the tip of my tongue into her womb. A salty-tart liquid flowed from the little cave onto my tongue, and I drilled her hole with my tongue, covered this treasure with my mouth, trying to suck the remnants of reason out of her. And when the tip of my index finger, wet from her juices, touched the narrow little hole of her ass, Lena screamed loudly and, grabbing my head, simply pressed me into her crotch (specially for .org). I felt with my tongue how her pussy was contracting, throwing another portion of love juices into my mouth. Squeezed between her thighs, I barely parted her thighs and, taking a deep breath, threw my head back on the floor. My chest was flooded with her juices. Lena's butt slid over them towards my still-standing cock, leaving a wet trail from my chest to my navel. And then her breasts appeared before me. Like an infant, I grabbed them with my hands, and with my mouth, I latched onto her nipple, randomly kissing, licking, and biting both breasts in turn. Lena barely tore me away from this activity, sinking her teeth into my lips. Her tongue intertwined with mine. We kissed greedily, and then I froze, feeling that the head of my cock was touching something warm and slippery.

My goddess broke away from my lips and, looking into my eyes, just like during the blowjob, began to slowly stretch her pussy over my cock. At that moment, the thought flashed through my head: "And why the hell did I buy condoms?" When my muscular appendage plunged into her womb up to my balls, Lena closed her eyes and slowly began to rock, performing pirouettes with her hips, trying to screw herself onto me as deeply as possible. One of her hands squeezed her nipple on her breast, and the other, finding my balls, tickled them with her nails. The amplitude of her movements increased, and I, in turn, began to move my hips in time. The pace grew. Unexpectedly, Lenka stopped. I looked up and saw Igor, standing completely naked, fitting his young man between the sweet lips of his wife. Holding her by the back of her head with one hand, he was fucking her beloved's mouth with pleasure. He would practically pull his cock out, leaving only the head, then plunge it in almost to the base. Having gotten a little used to the cock in her mouth, Lena continued her ride on me. My balls were simply buzzing and demanding release. Taking Lena by both breasts, I began to fiercely thrust my pelvis, driving my cock into the hot pussy. My overflowing balls beat against the rider's buttocks. Igor also increased the pace. Wrapping a strand of his wife's hair