My name is Svetlana, my spouse Pavel. At the time of the events described, I was 26, my husband is 30. He is a tall, pretty brunette, I am a miniature dyed blonde.

After several years of family life, both of us and my spouse came to the point that we must somehow diversify our sex life. I will not long describe our conversations with him on this topic. Just to say that, in the end, they came to the conclusion that they decided to try this buzzword "swing". Because then it seemed to us an ideal and honest means of diversity, since sex occurs in full view and is simultaneously allowed by both partners. We didn’t have such experience; our friends disappeared immediately because of the fear of publicity. Began to search through a dating site. Created a profile. We were surprised that even in our not very big city there were quite a lot of couples in the same search. True, most were all the same beginners, just with the idea of ​​diversity, but without any idea how this should happen. We chose one pair, sensitively older than us. Alexey was 40, Natasha was 42 years old. In the photos we exchanged, they looked much younger than their years. Most likely, these were just old photos. He mainly corresponded, talked about their great experience, convinced that if we were “first fighters”, then we definitely need to meet with an experienced couple first. In general, a lot of things told and was eloquent and courteous.

We met with them in a cafe, in reality we liked them much less, she is well-groomed, but also a faded woman.

He, too, was not a sex symbol. After the cafe talked to my husband. Neither I nor Pasha really wanted to meet with them, but when they started writing to us, we all somehow were shy to refuse them, responded with complimentary compliments to compliments. And somehow, unexpectedly for both of us, when we were invited, my intelligent spouse for some reason could not be found how to refuse to come to visit them. Then, with my husband, we still thought the evening was free, well, we would sit with them, have a drink together, listen to their stories, then we say that we get up early tomorrow and fall down.

We arrived to them in the evening. An ordinary private house. I will leave out to anyone unnecessary details here, as we were met, seated at the table. Alexey skillfully knew how to support any conversation, continuously translating it into a toast. I drank wine, but despite this, two hours later my head was already noisy, and my Pashka, who drank vodka, had long lost all his intelligence and, lounging in his chair, was carrying nonsense. I went to the toilet, and when I returned, I found another man at the table. About their age, short and balding. Introduced:

- Alexander.

- Svetlana.

- Very nice.

- Mutually.

It turns out a very good friend, accidentally decided to go to visit. That's just this "random guest" so carefully appreciated me from head to toe that even alcoholic couples did not drown out the thought that he had already described me. I, who was sitting on the couch, immediately had to make room. The men, happily joining in, and sitting down on me from different sides, told me that she was between two Alexes, and therefore today my wish is sure to be fulfilled. Natasha fussed, ran, looked after, poured, and then turned on the loud music and announced the dances. First I was dragged out into the middle of the room, Alexes themselves fell for me, but my miscreant who was in bed was lying in an armchair and did not react to Natasha. The three of us were fooling around to the music, and Nat sat on the armrest of the Paschal armchair and, bending over him, was talking about something to him. From time to time I looked back at them, they all just sat there, only Natasha’s hands, then suddenly stroked him, then they found themselves on the neck, then they embraced Pasha. Alexa was constantly trying to get closer to me, arranging some sort of dirty dancing.

It looked more fun than exciting.They, seeing that I did not make any serious protests, more and more boldly grabbed my hands, more and more often, as if by chance, touched the butt, sometimes even running their hands over their breasts, nowhere, however, not lingering. I somehow got distracted even cheered up. I looked at my husband only when the fast music changed to slow, and Alexey immediately hugged me. Natasha was already sitting on his lap, and holding his head with both hands, she kissed her lips. I tried so intently to see the room in the twilight of what is happening in the chair, that I only came to when I felt the touch of my bare hand on my ass. Alexey managed to screw up my skirt already, and with might and main rummaged under her hand, breathing heavily in my ear. Apparently, my brain-befuddled couple of alcohol actually turned off for a while. There was silence in the room, the ballad ended. Apparently I started or pushed him away, because the hand disappeared from my priests and Alexey, thanks for the dance, chastely kissed my cheek.

Immediately began another ballad, in front of me was already Alexander. He immediately pressed himself tight against me, and began to rub against me, not forgetting to stroke his hands, everything he could reach. And my Pasha still sucked with this old fool, not even paying attention that his wife was being squeezed by other men. It seemed to me that he was about to see Alexander squeeze my butt, trying to kiss me on the lips and everything would stop, but instead, when I once again turned in their direction, I saw that Natasha’s hand was already crushing a dick through her pants. my husband and trying to deal with his pants. For some reason, there was such anger at her husband that when Sasha once again tried to kiss my lips, I did not turn away.

And what, he can, but I can not? There was no excitement at all. Anger, resentment and dizzy from drunk. Kissing he must say good. That is unusual. It turns out I have already forgotten over the years of family life that all men kiss differently. My head was spinning, I closed my eyes and, probably, failed again. Then everything happened as if in a dream. I don’t know what they gave me, but I didn’t have this kind of alcohol I understood everything that was happening to me, my head seemed to work, but I could not do anything. I felt like a limp rubber doll. I felt that at first one man, without interrupting the kiss, was fumbling through my body with my hands, then more hands appeared. Aleksey clung to the back. They raised my hands up and together they crushed my body, gradually freeing me from clothes. One of the hands sliding over me dived into the panties, and I realized how wet I was. His finger just fell through the sea of ​​grease in me.

“Ready,” Sasha breathed in Alexei’s ear.

And they, without stopping to squeeze, began to move with me towards the exit from the room. I looked at Pasha in dismay, looking for his protection, and wanted to shout to him, but only a moan escaped me. Pasha was still lying in the chair with his eyes closed, and Natasha was kneeling in front of him and giving him a blowjob. I was dragged into the corridor, immediately turned into the door and we were in the bedroom. It seems that Natasha has already managed to prepare everything here. In the middle of the room was a huge freshly made bed. I tried to rush back to the hall, but I was easily lifted by 4 hands and laid on the bed. The light in the room did not turn on, there was darkness. I just heard the rustling of clothes. Apparently, while one was kissing and hugging me, he kept me on the bed, the second one undressed. Then they changed. An already naked man clung to me, busily moved my hand to his protruding process, and began to take off my panties. I tried not to let him do this, curled up and grabbed the edge of the panties. He was not upset by this at all, he simply pushed them aside and, having plunged two fingers into me, began to move them inside. Then the second one appeared, grabbing my chest, and started poking my cock with my face. While I was distracted, turning away from him, the second one fell between my legs, and drove my dick with one blow. I screamed in surprise, and the second was in my mouth.He grabbed my head and, not giving up to turn away, began to fuck me in the mouth with quick movements ....