 - What made you decide cheat on your first man? What is your attitude to being unfaithful? How did the different sex partners feel? Did it bring you satisfaction? Do you still feel attracted to your first flame?
It happened in summer a year ago. My friend Svetlana invited me to her dacha for the weekend. Her parents went for a vacation somewhere and were to be back only at the end of the week. And boyfriend was planning on spending the weekend with a fishing rod, vodka and friends. Without Svetlana, naturally. Just by coincidence my Serega was leaving on company business too.
I got ready quick – took my sexiest bikini of a ‘party girl’ type, terry towel, 500 rubles in cash. Since there would be the two of us with Svetlana, we were sure to get drunk and go over all the little adventures we had in the last 10 years. But since we were decent girls, we would have to drink something decent as well.
We met by the ticket office at the railway station. Svetlana said:
-Hi, I bought us a pineapple. What shell we wash it down with?
- Well done, - I said, - wine, what else.
We bought three bottles of wine. Red, naturally. Moldavian. Well, and all the snacks too: some cheese, sausage, two packs of pelmeni, box of chocolates (Svetlana has a sweet tooth), a few packs of dried squid, some pears, plums and grapes (that was my idea), honey (to rub Svetlana with in sauna) and some mineral water. The rest, said Svetlana, could be found at dacha. Either in the fridge or in the garden. So, we stocked up, loaded the stuff in the railway car and went.
Svetlana set with her legs crossed, swaying her red show to the rhythm of the car wheels banging on rail junctions. I set opposite her unintentionally catching the sight of her thin white panties with shadow of black pubic hair visible through. We both have cute bodies. Actually, as well as everything else :) Our boyfriends appreciate the treasures they have, although they do not communicate much with each other. However when we all meet occasionally they look at each others acquisitions with approval. Mine once even confessed that with such a girl as Svetlana he would be happy to do ‘something more interesting’. Naturally, adding that only if he had not known me, of course. Because I am the best girl on earth. I know. I believe it, sure thing. :)
Later I noticed that the guy that set next to me also ‘dived’ under Svetlana’s skirt periodically. His eyes were popping out. I took Svetlana’s pen (she was solving a crossword puzzle) and wrote on the piece of paper: ‘The guy next to me wants you’. And set giggling. Svetlana understood what I meant. She put her leg down, set a little bit like that, then leaned backwards and spread her knees, as if accidentally. The sight was even hotter! Svetlana’s thighs are juicy and tight. As my Serega said – ‘you feel like having a bite straight away’. Between them there was a white lacy strip. The guy was impressed big time! At first he did not know what to do with his eyes. Then found out. Took a paper and pretended to read, but all he was looking at was Svetlana.
He had an obvious hard-on. He was trying to cover it with the paper, blushed. I saw it well from the side. I wrote to Svetlana again: ‘He is going to come now and splash it all over the car!’ Svetlana read it and set trying hard to suppress her laughter. That was how we went. His friend was sitting next to Svetlana, he was looking at my legs. He was kind of cute. But my skirt was longer than Svetlana’s. So I could not give him the same treat even if I wanted it. However, I was wearing no bra, and my skirt had a very high cut on the side. So he took turns studying my breasts and the side of my thigh – so that I began to feel horny myself too. Even wet my panties a bit. Svetlana’s games must have added fuel to the fire.
The two guys got off at the same station as us. It was about 40 minutes walk to Svetlana’s dacha from the station. We bought some tomato juice at the station kiosk, drank some, giggled and hit the road. The guys appeared to be heading our way. They introduced themselves. They were funny guys, we did not mind. We gave them the packets with food and stuff to carry straight away. It was so hot, the sun was burning, there was not much fun carrying begs ourselves. We walked along and chattered. The guy who set next to me on the train was trying hard to win Svetlana’s attention. Svetlana laughed and flirted with him. In a word, chemistry was there.:)
The other guy, Slavik, was making advances to me. He was cute, muscular, fit – a sort of a playboy in a word. Brown languished eyes, dark hair, short haircut. Skin-tight jeans, muscular chest obvious under the T-shirt. I a word, every sex hungry girl’s dream. For some reason I thought straight away that he would be very pleasant in bed.
Unwittingly we came to our street. Guys said:
- Ok, we will see you off to your house, we need to know where such pretty girls live!
- Girls live with their husbands, - said Svetlana, - so all the best, boys!
They were confused for a second, then Slavik said:
- How come then you husbands did not meet you at station? Are you sure they exist?
- You never know, - replied Svetlana, - where do children come from then?
- Whose children? – asks Slavik.
- Mine and Yana’s, - said Svetlana.
- Are there many? – asked Slavik.
- Enough, - replied Svetlana.
- Are they all here, on the dacha? – smiled Slavik.
- Here, there, everywhere, - said Svetlana.
Denis interfered:
- Ok, let’s move on, Slava, don’t you see, they have enough children already…
- Ok, but we will stop by tonight anyway. Just to have some brandy with your husbands, - laughed Slavik. Then we parted.
We made it to the house, got changed, finished the juice and went to the river. To sunbathe. It was about four in the afternoon, summer residents did not show up before 7 usually, so there was no need to hide from anybody. We spread a blanket on the sand, took our tops off and lay down in panties only. Svetlana became soft soon and seemed to doze off. I rubbed lotion into her back and screwed up my eyes with pleasure. That was our day, girls!
…A mushroomer coming back from across the river put us up. I covered myself with a towel. A bearded guy sidled and disappeared in the nearby bushes. The sun was going down, summer residents were coming. When a huge shaggy black dog with a boy on the lead jumped out on the shore with joyful barking – we began getting ready to leave.
Svetlana went to heat up the sauna, I chopped some salad. The sun was almost down behind the tops of the pine trees, ceding place to sweet evening freshness. Not a breeze. Sounds of music and the smell of shashlik came from a distance. Smelled very well. Our mouths were watering, we envied those who was about to enjoy the meal soon, and began discussing our today’s admirers. We had a glass of wine each and both became a little drunk soon.
- Pretty boys, - Svetlana sighed dreamily like in the old movies, - and horny I am…
I laughed.
- You, Yana, smell of sex too – just enough to lay in the sun for a short while. And I smell of sex too. My Vadim always tells me about it: ‘In summer you smell of sex, crazy and merciless’.:)
I laughed:
- Mine is the same way too…
- And those boys, they were so funny, we should not have told them to lay off, really… They could have helped us in the sauna, done massage, took us to bed…
- Sure, sing us a lullaby, - I laughed, - then do another type of massage…
- Yes, and non-stop, till dawn, Svetlana screwed her eyes with pleasure.
- Ok, stop it, masseuse, let’s go to sauna.
I must mention that the window in Svetlana’s sauna was as big as a TV. By that time everything drowned in the dusk already. While I went to the old wooden toilet booth outside, Svetlana undressed and climbed on the berth. On the way back from the toilet I stopped by the sauna window to enjoy the sight of Svetlana. Slim, smooth, big and firm breasts. Curly hairs on her pubis, she cut them nicely. Mouthwatering butt. Men moaned at the sight of Svetlana’s butt. She knew it and never missed a chance to tease.
We had great time. Rubbed honey onto each other, then Svetlana - just the way she was, naked and in honey – rushed to the house to fetch more wine. We had some more. Got pretty drunk. I was lying my back on the berth, absorbing honey, when Svetlana began to rub it into my skin, massaging me. I even moaned with pleasure. We washed the honey off and began to soap each other. Svetlana’s body was even more pleasant to touch than to sight. Two lesbians, in short. We laughed, Svetlana screwed her eyes with pleasure rubbing her breasts against my butt. Her fingers danced on my belly, caressing breasts, squeezing nipples. I really got horny. I stroked Svetlana in return, touching her between legs occasionally. She shivered each time. Although, it was a kind of joke (we did wash each other indeed), but got aroused big time too. Also, wine had its effect as well. We finished the bottle in the dressing room then the light bulb went out all of a sudden. There was light in the sauna, but none in the dressing room.
Honestly speaking I fantasized about having sex with a girl before. But nothing more than that. But then something came over me: dark, I felt horny as hell, Svetlana was breathing nearby, her wet hair tickling my shoulder. I do not know what it was, we must have turned our heads together at the same time or something else. But our lips touched. So sweetly and tenderly. I felt Svetlana’s fingers touching the inside of my thigh slightly, her index finger stroking the hair of my pubis. I opened my mouth a little, opened Svetlana’s lips with my tongue and found her breasts with my hand. I felt Svetlana’s body having a sort of cramp. Her lips were soft, plump and pliant. The tongue was brisk and tasted sweet. I had never kissed a girl before. Could not even imagine it could be so stimulating. My head was spinning around. Svetlana became bolder, felt my clit with her fingers, spread my pussy lips around it and began rubbing it.
I have a vague reflection of what follow – I almost lost consciousness. So cannot say how long we stayed in that dressing room for. I remember Svetlana’s head between my legs, her persistent, insatiable and so hot tongue, waves of unearthly bliss, coming from below, making my face burn. My moaning and crying, when I could not hold back anymore. And my orgasms that made me see stars even through the ceiling of the dressing room…
We came back to senses in the house a little bit. Must be wine (we opened another bottle as soon as we got back), but we did not feel embarrassed of what had happened at all. On the contrary, I felt sort of guilty for leaving Svetlana without orgasm. We turned off the light and put the TV on. Svetlana laid back on the bed in her thin robe, spread her legs slightly and closed her eyes. I felt fire flaring up down there again. All of a sudden I felt so hot in my stomach, it even hurt. I kneeled in front of the bed, threw the folds of Svetlana’s robe aside and stuck to the moist little chink surrounded by slightly wet hair. Svetlana moaned. She moved her tender, smelling of sex and a little salty pussy closer to my face. Each of my touches made her shiver and open herself wider. I caressed her, bit her swollen lips, penetrating her deeper with my tongue. I really enjoyed the wonderful and very delicate smell of hot Svetlana’s flesh. I then understood men, who love those things.
Svetlana came unexpectedly. She arched her body forcefully, like having a fit. That was a very beautiful sight, I must tell you. I also come under Serega almost breaking his cock. The is no way to hold me down in a moment like that. We lay together for a short while, then got up, had some more wine and kissed each other gently. At this moment there was a knocking at the window. I stood stark naked, Svetlana in an open gown on her naked body.
- Who is there? – cried out Svetlana scared.
- Open up, girls, we brought you some shashlik and pineapples with Champaign!
I recognized Slavik’s voice at once.
- Shit, where these ones come from! – exclaimed Svetlana, pulling her panties on as fast as her drunk state allowed.
The guys were already tipsy. And they indeed brought some shashlik. Fresh and smelly. With rings of unions, baked in currants leaves. We had to let them in. Had to have some cold Champaign. Even put some music on.
We talked of nothing worth mentioning, laughed non-stop. Then, naturally, we began to dance. Nice and easy. They confessed they followed us. Did not leave, but followed. And they figure out that there were no husbands here. First at the beach, then through the sauna window. Svetlana was pretty dumbfounded hearing that, even slapped Denis on the face twice (jokingly, of course, Svetlana’s real punch was much harder). However Slavik was all gallantry. And I did not feel like slapping him either.
With a next glass of Champaign I felt how badly I needed a man. Kill me, but I wanted sex and that was it. Well not with Slavik, of course. I did not cheat on my boyfriend. With Svetlana then? But she did not have that thing that drove a girl crazy, penetrating deep between the legs. We danced again. Slavik kissed me on the neck tenderly, barely touching the skin. It felt very nice. Nobody but my boyfriend had done it to me before. I could not imagine another man in his place doing it to me. Well, when I caressed myself, I fantasized of many things, but those were only fantasies, were they not?
Denis and Svetlana went outside, and we stayed together with Slavik. He pulled my face closer and began to cover it with kisses. Tender touch of his lips, smelling of wine and currents melted me. Strange, but I did not resist at all. What came over me?! Was it me after all?! But I should not be surprised really after all we had just done with Svetlana. I felt something hard pressing against my lower belly. I think there is no need to explain what it was. I wanted sex like crazy! Unbearably, like toothache or belly ache when you have your periods. And that cute guy next to me with his strong hands, broad shoulders, big sly brown eyes with pupils made wide by my closeness, shining in the dark. With the smell of a man that every woman is so familiar with. The man who wants you. The man who wants to give you joy and take as much as he wants.
‘To be or not to be’ spin round in my head. I am a good girl, who had never cheated on my boyfriend, and now… This is not right, I should not! But… I wanted it so bad! Never cheated? What about all my fantasies that made my heart skip a beat and fingers dive into panties. Now let it just be his fingers that dive there. Let him touch me down there! Just the thought emerging in my head, made me all wet at once. Unknown before, shattering arousal overwhelmed me completely, and the Hamlet dilemma was done with completely. In favor of ‘to be’. All my embarrassment and confusion evaporated. ‘To be!’ Flesh wanted flesh. Just once. Just once and then forget and never to remember again. Just once to feel myself a high school student again. Just once so that fantasies become reality. Because we only life once. And at that moment I felt like being born again.
I found Slavik’s lips with mine, opened them, put my tongue deeper in his mouth, feeling his tongue. He thrust his hand under my T-shirt, caressing my back with his hot hands. Then he began to pull my T-shirt off. I caught his hands, trying to stop him:
- Not here… Don’t! Upstairs… They will be back!
Slavik took me in his hands and carried upstairs. There he put me down, took off my T-shirt gently and slowly and pressed his lips to my left breast nipple. Then kissed the right one, then the left again, pulling my sports pants down at the same time. I helped him a little bit, allowed to throw pants aside and bring me down to the thick rug on the floor. Slavik began with my belly. Tenderly, but purposefully he covered it with kisses. Then got back to my breasts. I was holding his head in my arms tight while he enjoyed my hard nipples, squeezed and stroked my breasts, rubbing my thighs, shoulders and waist. Covered my neck, eyes with his kisses, not forgetting my lips, opening them up with his tongue with tender persistence.
Then I arched my back as if trying to lift Slavik on top on me. Orgasm. Slavik sure appreciated the strength of it. He shifted his body lower, spread my legs apart and began kissing my pubis through my wet white panties. He kissed the fabric that covered my swollen lips, barely noticeable knob of my clit and my thighs. Then Slavik put my legs back together, pulled my panties down with one smooth movement, lifted my feet and threw my last defense away to show up white in the dark corner of the room. There was a moment when I thought of stopping it, but Slavik’s strong hands spread my legs apart again, lifted them, making them bend in the knees and I felt his hot breath on the moist surface on my inner thighs. The next second his lips and tongue were in control of my precious treasure. My pussy. My little chink, that can be indecently lecherous and insatiable when I feel like that. Slavik did not even suspect that he was ‘my first second guy’. His lips bit my clit, sucked at my lips. It was enough for me just to let myself go and I began to toss on the rug with such familiar pleasure that drove me crazy.
Men will never know what it is like to give yourself to somebody. What it feels like to spread your legs and welcome hot and trembling FLESH inside, that opens you up, pulsates inside you, breathes like a winded horse inside you at forced stops, so tense before orgasm and finally shooting its hot and thick jet inside you. Sorry, but jets are allowed only to the man I love. No jets under any other circumstances. But it is easy to say that when you are sober and in control of the situation.
Slavik licked dry everything that he might to. And what he might not to. I mean the other orifice. The one below the back. I am not sanctimonious, I even like anal sex (well sort of… if everything done correctly and, most important, without haste – I can even enjoy it). Strong and hard Slavik’s cock entered me in a single thrust. My vagina, incinerated by his caress and long wait at first attempter to withstand his push, but then yielded to give in to the new, unknown before intruder. I had never felt such a powerful cock between my legs before. To tell you the truth I had not felt any cocks inside me apart from my boyfriend’s at all. I had always thought Sergey cock to be a girl’s dream. But Slavik…
He went on and on. I came and came. My yelling, crying and moaning must have awaken the whole neighborhood. That was what I thought. I bit him on the lips and shoulders. I gritted my teeth. Must have scratched his back and butt badly. I wanted him so much. I wanted him not to stop, to fuck me endlessly and mercilessly. Between my moans and convulsions I whispered to him: ‘Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, darling! More! More! More!... I want you! Please, only you do not stop!’ Nor that he meant to stop. Slavik was on top of me. Slavik was behind me on his side, Slavik was under me. I rode him (actually he was holding my waist and impaling me on his cock). I stood on all fours, rotating my ass as much as I could, twisting and coiling my body, shifting it back and forth, up and down. I spin on Slavik’s cock, sucking and licking it with my burning insatiable hole, holding his strong neck in my arms and wrapping my legs around his thighs. I wanted to make him come when I wanted it, but it happened the other way. He came when he wanted, after taking me to the state of unconsciousness with continuous orgasms. Interesting, he came not where he initially entered me, presumably for that purpose.
There was a moment when I felt Slavik’s wet finger entering my other hole. The one below that back indeed. But the pleasure that his cock moving inside me was so great that I had no strength or intention to protest. For a while he worked my asshole simultaneously with vagina, periodically moistening his finger with juices pouring down my thighs. So when Slavik withdrew suddenly and smoothly and then confidently forced his way between my buttocks – I came immediately. And he began moving slowly, accelerating the rhythm and driving me crazy. It did not hurt. It felt incredibly nice! Fabulously! I was afraid I was about to pass out overwhelmed with the new sensations. I was afraid I was about to burst, to explode with pleasure! Having come once more, I finally felt through the haze Slavik twitched several times and having strained himself, exploded. The head of his cock seemed to fill me up completely at first, then shoot several dense spurts. I felt those spurts more in my belly, as if that was where he hit me from inside…
Slavik withdrew in a smooth even movement. Having waited for my convulsions to stop, he kissed me with a long, tender, comforting kiss. We laid holding each other in the arms for a long time, he was stroking my buttocks, back and hair. I began to fall asleep, falling out of this reality. He got up quietly, put his underpants on and went downstairs. That was it. The screen went blank. So did the candles and stars.
…Next morning began with a flabby, pail, grayish Svetlana’s face. My head was splitting with headache. I could hardly recall what happened last night, it was all in a haze. But most interesting, Svetlana did not remember anything at all. Total blackout. She could hardly remember the sauna. She set at veranda, wet towel wrapped round her head, puffing at a cigarette briskly. I did not feel like sharing there and then. Maybe sometime later. However, I examined Svetlana’s panties closely. There could be no doubt: girls do not have that much secretion at night. Good thing Svetlana had been using contraceptive habitually.
In the evening I told her about some of what happened. Not everything. Just let her know about the boys… And that we were more than just holding hands with them… Most likely she was just pretending she did not remember anything. But she did not feel like sharing the details with me. Anyway, a couple months later she mentioned casually that anal sex was just super. But before she had told me that her Vadim was not really inventive as far as sex goes. He did not have the temper for it.
So, on Monday we went for a medical examination together. Svetlana went to check on the results the next day (they refused to give me the time off at work). Everything was clean. We got lucky. In every respect. You may not believe me, but I have not been with anyone except my Serega since. Not counting for a condom in my purse. :)
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