PART 1

My wife Katya and I live in one of the regional centers of central Russia. Our city, though not small, but certainly not Moscow, is hard to get lost. We were married 11 years ago, right after graduation. Parents were not that for, but did not contradict. Katyusha took second place at our city beauty contest and many older men who already took place looked at her: tall (175 cm), light brown hair, slender, with a beautiful upturned second size chest and legs that called, from the ears.

I have never been handsome, but I studied well, was gentle, caring and had very wealthy parents. In short, we had love, and she chose me. Immediately after the wedding, my parents gave me a three-room apartment, where we lived. Having graduated from universities, we made a good career for ourselves: I became the deputy director of a large law firm, and my wife was the second person in one of the committees of our administration. Katyusha is 29 years old, I am 30 (by the way, my name is Dmitry, and our last name is Ignatov). We didn’t have time to start children (they were protected), because they wanted to make a career first, and only then, at 35-40 years, to take care of the house and children (my parents, who had already died by that time), did the same. We sold the apartments (parent and ours), bought a nice cottage.

Due to the absence of children, Katy’s figure has been preserved in a pristinely gorgeous state: she carefully looked after herself, was considered a glamorous woman of fashion. She dyed her hair and became a platinum blonde. If before her eyes were grayish, then after changing the hair color, they became brighter with an emerald shade.

And although my wife was a beauty, the years of living together made themselves felt: sexual attraction somehow dulled, I wanted new, vivid impressions. We tried all poses, anal and oral sex. But the most memorable moments were the following: a professional photo session of my wife, when the photographer persuaded her to candid nude photos; New Year in Egypt, when an animator pulled my wife on a night show on the stage and made her dance a striptease; and swimming in the bath with the couples of our friends.

I insisted on a photo shoot. Then, looking at the photos of my seminude wife, I was very excited, imagining how a stranger saw her in such seductive perspectives. Then I had my own photo session with my wife, but in the style of porn: she’s with a vibrator in her vagina, she masturbates, she takes out anal balls from her ass, she sucks my dick and defiantly looks upwards from the bottom up into the lens ...

The New Year in Egypt is also understandable: we are drunk and funny (and Katya, after two or three alcoholic cocktails, behaves much more relaxed). She was dressed in some very fashionable "torn" dress with sequins, and when the Turk-animator helping her to dance a striptease somehow very cleverly tore off this glamorous piece of cloth from her, then all the spectators saw her pink thong, the same pink fishnet stockings and bright white breasts (the dress did not suggest the presence of a bra). The animator began to deliberately cover up my wife’s breasts with the audience, lopatal something in Italian (the audience was mostly Italian), and my wife reddened a little, but didn’t serve it, laughed at such an opportunity.

The audience cheered and applauded, and the animator kissed her encore right on the nipple. Moreover, he did not smack, but normally he kissed and sucked, moving his jaws. Katya did not resist, but attentively watched what was happening, as if this was not happening to her. Immediately after her return to the table, we went to the room, and we had rough sex several times in a row. And the Italians who were present at that show, even a few days when they met with us, greeted us very cordially, gleefully looking at Katya.

Now about the bath.To visit us on the May holidays, on shashlyk-bashlykh (we live in a cottage, in the fresh air) our friends came - a married couple Alexey and Svetlana - from Moscow. Lech came from our places, after graduation he went to conquer the capital, where he succeeded in business and married a Muscovite - Svetlana. Our wives immediately became friends, and we also stayed with them in a large four-room apartment when we were in Moscow, and they also arranged a cultural program for us with visits to theaters and ceremonial alcohol and party places for the advanced public.

So, having satiated with kebabs and vodka, and realizing that the time was not later, and was no longer climbing, we decided to heat our bath. Well, not a bathhouse, but a sauna with a pool. Went to bathe, it turned out that the guests did not have swimming trunks and swimsuits. I brought huge sheets from the two-seaters, we wrapped ourselves like the ancient Greeks, went to the steam room. In the pool they decided to swim in turns so that you could undress. All this, of course, was not convenient, and the situation, to our surprise with Lehoy, was defused by our girls, or rather, his wife. In one of the entrances to the pool, they, apparently, still grunted the intoxicant, after which absolutely naked Sveta (she was wearing only a hat for the steam room and slippers) looked into our steam room and said:

- No, what are you, children or small, in the sheets hid? Are you afraid to freeze something or are you shy? What we have not seen there?

After that, my Kate appeared in the same uniform as Sveta, and they burst into friendly laughter. Lehoy and I, somehow joking off, threw off the sheets and together with the girls dived into the pool. No one else was ashamed of anyone that evening. But even drunk, I noticed how Alexey looks at my Katya, how he helps her to step out of the pool, touching her chest; how carefully she rubs her body with lotion, trying not to miss a single fold between the legs; as a bit of a joke for her ass ... No, there was no sex as such, everything was fun and unobtrusive, but at the same time there was something. Not without reason, our members and Leha were enlarged in size: they did not stand, but were kind of under stress and had to be controlled.

Late at night, when our girls went to bed, my friend and I went into erotic topics under drunken intimate conversations:

- And your Kate - just beautiful, began Alex. - You are not jealous of her?

- I, like, not from jealous. You, apparently, too. You have Sveta sex bomb! And indeed, she is super: my Katka is in the bathhouse section, and so are we ...

“Yes, she is not shy with me,” said Lech with pride. - She knows what gets up, what experiments involves me?

- We, excuse me, also tried a lot of things, - the conversation became more and more frank, - I took pictures of Katka and with a rubber dick in the ass, and in the cinema she sucked me on the last row ...

- A three dick at the same time she sucked? - Lech looked at me somehow even arrogantly.

- In a sense, three dick?

- So, three dick - one man, and two - outsiders uncle

- I do not understand, your wife still someone fucked or what?

- Well, yes, and not once. And in Moscow now the theme is the swinger parties. Who is on the ads to get acquainted, who clubs / saunas under the party takes. Svetka was drawn into this topic by her ex-boyfriend, and we met her ...

- You never talked about this ...

- No, I should have put everything to you right away: meet me, this is Sveta, we and two other men fucked in the sauna, and now we decided to get married!

- Well, not so of course, but still ... And where did her former one go? Or are you better?

- Actually, he was married. A rich man, a Jew in business, having fun with beautiful girls, a libertine creepy ... Arakady Leonidych call him. No, he is not greedy - kind and very helpful. I put Svetka in a good company, I helped open a business. And then in the sauna he got very drunk, he apparently stopped thinking, called a taxi and left home alone. So I suggested to Svetlana to throw her home. Threw, and she stayed. For a year and a half, they drank with might and main, quarreled, put up, and then they decided that we were better than each other ...