And in the middle of the table a misted bottle of champagne.

Taking a couple more steps, I looked at this magnificence. I noticed a small, small kitchenette next to the entrance door with a tall fridge and two hot plates. A table, a wardrobe and even a neat sink.

At the sight of a table filled with snacks, his mouth filled with saliva. Immediately wanted to eat.

“And I went well,” I thought, suppressing the cut-through appetite.

“Go straight to the table,” said Lena’s voice, and she gently directed me in the right direction.

***

The appetizers were great. Champagne flowed like a river. After I was offered a choice of brandy or whiskey. Having chosen the first, I took a sip of pleasure with pleasure, savoring the taste.

- So how do you like the table? - asked Stepan. - Of course this is not a real home-made meal, but the cooks did a good job ?!

- Is it from the dining room? - I was surprised, remembering what bucket, sometimes served in it.

- Of course! - Lena confirmed, she stirred like money-washing money, - and everything is at your service!

***

The evening was a success. We took turns dancing with Stepan, drank brandy from tiny glasses ... My head was spinning, spinning, spinning ... And then I suddenly found myself on the balcony. It was a thick, dark, ink-blooded summer night. She stupefied her head, but I was fine and I, clinging to Lenochka, squeezed her firm breasts tightened into the dress fabric. And she stood, moaning to me a little, pretending to admire the night sky.

Leaning down, I sighed the scent of her hair. The head from her stupefying smell went round and I, pressing my body to her, began to kiss her neck. She sighed:

“Let's go to the room, and then Stepan was probably bored there,” Lena asked.

“Let's go ...” I gasped in frustration, feeling desire and even lust in my chest.

Tearing away from my girlfriend, I straightened her dress on her, and we burst into the room.

- Stepan ... - I began the phrase and stopped. There was no one in the room. - And where he? - I stared in bewilderment at Lena.

“I guess I went to the bedroom,” she suggested, “you sit down now,” and slipped behind the curtain separating the bedroom from the hall.

I sat down in a chair and, taking in my hands a filled glass, looked at the lamp through the contents. The glass flashed, shimmering and changing color from red-burgundy with a greenish tinge to bright brown with a red tint.

- How beautiful! - I thought, admiring the changing colors, as if in a children's kaleidoscope.

Music quietly played, conversation behind a curtain mixed with it in the background. I quietly got up and in order not to interfere with the spouses went to the toilet. Then she returned and sat down. Listening to music, I lost track of time. It felt like something was rolling over me. Sitting alone became insensitive, as if a piece of rope tied to the soul was being pulled into the bedroom. Standing, I moved uncertainly towards the curtain. Coming almost close, I heard the quiet strange smacking sounds and moans.

- They that there, fuck? - I thought casually, - found the time! - and suddenly angry at the fact that they threw me, confidently slipping inside.

Dark twilight slightly dispelled two barely smoldering lamps on the wall to the right and left of me. A divided grotesque shadow rushed along the wall opposite. The bed that was right in front of me was occupied by my little doves, who were in pretty piquant poses. Stepan was lying in bed with his eyelids tightly covered, slightly obliquely. Eating attractive face, expressed an extreme degree of pleasure. He was naked.

Crumpled in a large pile of pants, obviously abandoned here by Lena, lay under my feet. Nearby, like a tired bird, huddled a crumpled shirt with its arms spread to the sides.

Helen with his hem raised on his back was located between his legs, with ecstasy and smacking sucking a huge erect penis sticking up.One hand seemed to flatten a volumetric scrotum, rolling eggs in it while the head moving up and down worked like a mouth. But the second was stroking her panties that had already become wet between her legs, caressing the swollen genitals that protruded through the fabric. Even in the twilight, a dark spot on light swimming trunks stood out like a thorn in the eye. As they moved, excitement groans, smacking and sighing came through the room.

Stepan's hands tightly covered his wife's head, forcing the latter to move at a certain predetermined pace.

- Oh! - I squeaked, unable to tear my eyes away from the "ugly" picture. “Sorry, I didn’t want to disturb you,” I blurted, not daring, to move.

Feet as if rooted to the floor. In a tense abdomen, a hot lump stirred, expanding. And I suddenly wanted to go there to them. To be honest, I have never had sex in a group, but it seems that today was a day of discovery and insight. First sex with a woman ... Why not try group sex?

Suddenly, Stepan opened his eyes misty with lust, which flashed in the darkness, as if illuminated by a lamp, and stared straight at me. His gaze slid over my figure and he sighed heavily, gasping at the exertion of excessive efforts from a girlfriend who continued to devote himself to sucking on his big organ.

- Do you want? - A voice came out, and again he planted Lena's mouth on his dick. - You really want to! - his suddenly completely black eyes stared at me without blinking.

- ... - I twisted negatively, trying not to succumb to the temptation with my head and feeling that I was being pulled there to bed.

- Right? - again he hoarse and again moaned protrudingly, pulling the legs, so that powerful muscle harnesses were cut on their skin.

- ... - I kept silent, still looking at this picture and more angry.

Suddenly, he stopped his wife's rhythmic movements and barely tore his penis out of her mouth. I did not see her face, but the whole posture was the last one: my back was strained; slightly trembling nape; - expressed the extreme degree of indignation of his actions. Even for a moment it seemed to me that there, on the koryachks, there was not a beautiful woman, but a strange beast. She stretched out predatoryly, trying to grab the delicacy she had taken from her, and an unexpected obsession subsided.

- Yes, wait! - Stepan pushed her away in hearts, - you still have time.

- What? - I heard her suddenly hoarse voice.

- Zhenya ...

- And what Zhenya? - Lena said puzzled.

- He wants to join us! - he said with pressure and, getting out of bed, turned to me, - is it really Zhenya?

I seemed to split in two. One half wanted to join the duet with all my heart, but the second categorically did not want such a development.

- Come on! - Continuing to speak tenderly Stepan, getting off the bed and approaching me. “You want this ... Look into your soul.”

My eyes, following his actions, slid over the muscular figure. Suddenly, she lost her sharpness and seemed to split in two. Inside it slipped the image of someone else and disappeared. I blinked. The obsession was gone, and my gaze rested on a slightly swaying body as it moved, framed by a thick black growth of hard hairs. And unexpectedly for myself, as if having lost my voice, I croaked:

- Yes ... - slowly lifting his head and peering into his face.

“That's nice, Zhenya,” as if not doubting my decision, he said, taking me by the elbow. “Please,” he bowed gallantly, and his erect organ twitched, as if repeating an invitation.

Persistently, but gently, he led me to the bed. I did not resist, but the movements were somehow slowed down like in that dream, as if I had fallen out of this world and was watching everything from the side. Stepan's confident hands unzipped the dress, and it seemed to slide down the body itself. Then they lay on the shoulders, turning me around and crushing me down forcing me to sit down. And as soon as I sat on the edge of the bed, the phallus, which shook from the tensions, rested in my face. His swollen head, tightly wrapped in a wet, shiny skin, zipped through his lips. My eyes widened.

- Come on! - he almost moaned, - open your mouth, - asked Stepan.

To be honest, there was no need for his words. Under persistent pressure from the burgundy-shiny head, my mouth had already opened, and he calmly and slowly penetrated, leaning inside the tongue.

- Well ?! - He slowly leaned back and, leaving his mouth, gently moved the swollen head over his cheek and lips, smearing drooling. - Come on ...

Suddenly, his mouth opened even wider, and now a member burst into him as the owner. Without slowing down a jot, he instantly glided over his tongue, clinging to his palate, and slipped into his throat. Without stopping, he immediately pulled back to halfway, as if changing his mind to go back and get back into the throat only deeper. Solid head, reaching the end, again began its way back. Back and forth, stop and again.

Having surrendered to his hands, I gladly pushed my tongue, diligently licking and sucking a brisk member. The impression that he was not the same as it seems. The hard, hard flesh seemed to have the flexibility of a snake. I was surprised but the lust that seized me prevented me from thinking sensibly.

I honestly forgot about Lenochka ... And when her hands covered my breasts, and tight nipples were pressed against my back, even confused. Kiss on the cheek; the head of the member slid all the way into the mouth and pressed into the throat; the tender hands of a friend terrorizing my nipples ... It all merged into a single “symphony” that captured my consciousness and increased excitement. I groaned, with difficulty pushing through sensual sounds through the blockage regularly arising in my mouth.

- Like? - I heard a whisper in my ear. - I always like it too! He is lovely ...

- ... - I nodded, unable to tear myself away from the caresses of the organ in the mouth.

Ritual, or succubus and incubus.

Drool flowed from my mouth dripping down. Lena's hands, like the day on the beach, caressed the body, for some reason, chilling my soul. And then, ... then one hand slid down my stomach, causing a pleasant shiver, covered my bosom with my palm. Sweat pressed against her panties limb froze. I felt the hot dampness of thin tissue and persistent fingers, smoothing my hot and swollen vulvar flesh. An involuntary loud moan escaped from me, and when the second hand squeezed the hardened nipple to sweet pain and pulled it forward, I finished. Suddenly I felt how in my stomach it was as if a burning lump burst into difficulty, pent up. Sweet spasms, pierced the body, tormenting him with convulsions and twisting limbs.

I felt good and, trembling with delight, gave myself up to the will of the wave of voluptuousness that swept over me. Stepan’s member, who was moving non-stop, suddenly stopped, his hands grabbed my hair, pulling a body deep into my throat, suddenly hardened like a piece of wood, suddenly twitching, spewing hot streams from my depths like burning sky and sperm throat . I swallowed the first batch, then the second, and, swallowed, it seemed to kindle a hellfire inside me. The pain pierced the abdomen, slowly falling down, as if burning organs. I jerked and tried to move back. But the arms holding me clung to my head with tongs, preventing me from moving. Another portion and I, feeling that I was choking, cleared my throat, mouth wide open. Twitching convulsively, I coughed, I turned inside out, and sperm all squirted clogging his throat. Once again, sighing convulsively, I felt the sticky liquid hit the nose and the unstoppable streams, bubbling and foaming, flowed from all the "cracks": the corners of the lips; nose; and tears came from the eyes.

Gasping, I finally freed myself from tenacious embraces. My body was shaking, as if in a chill, my hands twisted my spasms, and I, coughing and coughing, literally fell on my knees in front of Stepan