From the first “greeting” addressed to the joint questionnaire of Gaucher and Toria, quite a bit of time passed before the actual meeting described in the last story. Hardly a month, maximum - three weeks. The profile of Nikolay and Yulia on the website “Chpokinga” was familiar to me not only from the past, but also before the Moscow trip. And not only familiar visually-informational. I entered into correspondence with them (or rather, with him - according to my feelings, a man sat on the site, Kohl subsequently confirmed), we got to some negotiation point, made sure that we are interested in the same thing in this aspect, without fatal deviations ... and then there was a hitch. Whether the husband leading the questionnaire did not get his wife’s consent to have sex with this applicant, or my willingness to come to any metro station and the flexibility to remove the sauna for their choice was suspicious (it was their condition that they did not - and not in the “numbers”, but in the sauna), but the exchange of phone numbers and phoned in order to finally find out the time and place acceptable to all those two times never came.

In the summer of 2014 finally reached. I phoned a couple of times, clarified what was required, and then, on a hot July evening, I got to a subway station and traveled by public transport for a few stops. What do these sauna owners think is incomprehensible? Are there really so many who want to shove in the wilderness to steam up and have sex?

Outdoor cafe near the sauna. They are already waiting for me. Raised, courteous, with a competent and cultural speech, Nikolai, with glasses with thick glasses, with an almost gray head. And absolutely not corresponding to him in words and behavior, desperately flirting and waving, brightly made up red-haired woman-berry again in a dress with sparkles, inflated hem and understated neckline, his wife Julia. If you have not lied, marriage with Nicholas is the sixth for her. Julia herself for Kolya is the second wife. What hooked, as she was able to lead away from the first - the water was dark in the clouds ... Later, already in the sauna, there was such a remarkable episode. Kohl began to tell at the table some old story related to how difficult it was to buy tickets during the Soviet era in the summer to the south.

KOLYA: ... and behold, my wife tells me ...
YULYA (on the alert, looking at her husband with a watchful eye, is not the first reservation): ... ex-wife ...
KOLYA (quickly recovering): ... yes, yes, of course, ex-wife ...

Despite standing on the outskirts, the sauna left the most favorable impression. In addition to the steam rooms and the pool implied by default, there was a large living room (ten people at the table could sit down and a little away from the sofa) with a TV, music center and karaoke, and a small bedroom (rest room) in which there was a double bed close to the walls and nothing more could fit. By the way, for some reason the light did not burn in the bedroom - perhaps the only flaw in this place, but we didn’t call the attendants and ask to change the light bulb, if we didn’t close the door close, it was normally illuminated with light falling from other rooms.

It would have been better if the light bulb in the bedroom would burn, but it would spoil the hell out of karaoke. Julia, it seems, has seized upon her favorite toy (or, in her opinion, an essential attribute of rest from the soul). Not possessing, alas, neither a voice of a singing timbre, nor taste in selection of musical compositions. “Vladimir Central”, without any doubt, was her favorite song, and was performed in less than two hours eight times.

I note that the couple turned out to be beer lovers. I do not like beer, in a cafe asked to bring me coffee, and in the sauna - a decanter of vodka.Guess once who interfered with vodka and beer, not wanting to let money down the drain (they paid for food in the cafe, I paid for the sauna itself, in half in the sauna), despite the fact that my husband was looking at the beech tree? Of course, she, reckless Julia, who desired in intoxicating intoxication and sexual debauchery to join the romance of chanson.

In general, we gave in slightly, undressed, showered, went to the steam room, jumped into the pool, frolicked, fooled, splashed with water, grabbed Julia for different parts of the body, she screamed and tried to drown us, then somehow worn out the waiting room and not reaching the bedroom, hot and hungry, perched on the sofa.

And somehow instantly (if oral caress is not considered a prelude) they plunged into sex. Yulia lay sideways, took my cock in her mouth and began to suck it hard. Spreading her legs, Nicholas fit between them and began to lick her. Yulya kayfat not childishly, then squealed, then squealed, then moaned, pinched and scratched slightly from overflowing emotions, not lightly, but quite perceptibly squeezed me by the body and smacked my fur in parallel, trying to swallow the dick in parallel.

“Ah, so good,” she said at some point, strenuously straining her loin on Kolya’s face, and then, turning to me, “come on, fuck me!”

Kolya and I changed places, Julia changed her position - got cancer. I didn’t want to lick her, let feminists scold me, what happened was. Therefore, by capturing the head, I several times held a member along its perineum, with small movements across the lips and inserted it into the hot, sucking, juicing out depth of the feminine nature. And he began to fuck, lowering one foot to the floor for convenience.

Meanwhile, Kohl, not long, but having kissed a passionate kiss with his wife, sat down on the headboard of the sofa, spread his legs wide and pulled Yulia by the head to his member. And that surprised me. I have not just once or twice happened group sex format MZHM and a couple for a couple. Sometimes a member of the second participant was a giant compared to mine, ahead both in length and thickness, and a surprising thought came through, if this guy had such a unit, which his woman lacked, that she was flattered by my standard one, but the answer means something was missing once she was flattered. Once I was a bogatyr compared to the modest size of the second, and I was even uncomfortable with the fact that his wife paid me heightened attention, giving the guest preference over the owner in all penetrations. But more often, our performance characteristics were approximately the same: as a rule, the second one was slightly ahead in length, and my instrument was slightly thicker. The only exception was Kohl. His penis was shorter than mine, but much thicker. It is clear that Julia, without interference, managed to swallow him, buried his nose in his pubis, while Kohl himself, holding his wife by the hair, continued to shove him further to the throat.

Having achieved the goal of swallowing and repeating it to fix it a couple more times, Julia let her husband out of her mouth, jumped off of mine and took another pose: lay down on her back, putting one foot on the back of the sofa, another on the floor, and resting her head on the headboard. At that moment I hesitated something, for some reason, it seemed to me that Kolya and I would not switch places, we would continue to fuck, I’ve pussy, he’s in the mouth. But when he saw that he was moving in my direction, I moved to the head of the bed. And I slowed down a little with giving it in my mouth, I wanted to see how Julia could stand pushing her husband's wien. And nothing, she withstood without problems (frankly, I would be surprised if I couldn’t stand it, I suppose I didn’t accept them like that), just strained my face at the first second, and then without the slightest discomfort I started podmahivat and turned my head to the side, smacked my lips where are you, come on, I want to suck and fuck at the same time.

Julia, maybe she was pretty high, and after a couple of minutes my back and legs got sick. The headboard of the sofa was below my waist, and so that Julia could have a normal blowjob, I had to either stand on half-bent legs or set them wide apart.Not very convenient, in my opinion, it was Nikolay too, he puffed, shifted here and there, and could not enter into a long rhythm.

- Maybe go to the bedroom? - I suggested. - It will be more convenient there, and here it is cramped.

Kohl shrugged, looked at his wife. But for some reason she didn’t agree, saying, like, let’s stay here, and there we’ll play one game, remember ...