Long-awaited unexpected betrayal

My husband and I have always had a trusting relationship. From the very beginning of our marriage, we discussed everything without restrictions. That's how we eventually came to the topic of sexual variety. Though by that point, we already had 10 years of married life behind us, a child, and a year of fantasizing about this topic.

Then came the search. We couldn't do it together because we had no one to leave our son with, so we searched separately. I at least had a couple of preliminary meetings in cafes, but things never went further than that, while my husband had nothing at all. The thing is, we're both fit and take care of ourselves, so we're looking for similarly athletic people. And on specialized websites, the ones who communicate adequately are mostly

middle-aged men with bellies or elderly ladies. In short, the search somehow fizzled out, leaving only fantasies.

Everything changed unexpectedly. We were celebrating my friend's bachelorette party at a resort. A purely female group, alcohol, a pool, strippers, and music. By midnight, half the group, led by the guest of honor, was fast asleep in the cottage rented for the night, and the other half had split into interest groups. I was still holding on but was already thinking about going to sleep too, as the remaining women were either not very familiar to me or were no longer capable of constructive conversation. That's when our neighbors appeared. Over the fence, the head of a young guy appeared; after surveying those remaining, his gaze stopped on me, and waving his hand with a smile, he said:

— Hi, neighbors. Can I borrow a lighter or some matches? We can't light the hookah.

I looked around, took the first one I saw from the table, walked over, and handed it to him. I had never been undressed with someone's eyes like that before. He looked with a slight squint, sometimes at my eyes, sometimes at my chest, sometimes at my legs. But mostly at my chest. In a small bikini, the view from above was enticing.

— Sergey," he extended his hand, and I shook it automatically.

— Sveta.

— Can I have the lighter?" he smiled even wider.

I let go of his hand and gave him what he asked for.

— Thanks," he said and disappeared behind the fence.

And I just kept standing there. Apparently, the alcohol had an effect, and I wasn't thinking too clearly. After standing for another couple of minutes, I turned to go into the house, but then, through the sounds of the party behind me, someone said:

— Hey, come over to our place. It's already boring here, and we're dancing.

I glanced at the three girlfriends who hadn't left only because they couldn't, and turning around, I said:

— Well, if it's dancing, then okay.

A minute later, we were walking through an exact copy of our yard, except here there were about 20 young guys and only a couple of girls. Some were dancing, some were swimming, some were drinking, and some were kissing. In short, it was fun. As it turned out, these were students celebrating passing their exams, and I immediately fit into their company. Everyone was good-natured and sociable, inviting me to dance in turn, telling stories, and fooling around. And between dances, there was wine and hookah. The number of slow songs suddenly doubled, and soon I was the only girl left in the yard. During another dance, Seryozha joined us.

He pressed against me from behind and, placing one hand on my chest and the other on my thigh, said:

— Couldn't wait for my turn.

And the dance continued. Everyone was in swim trunks, and against the backdrop of the night chill, the naked, heated bodies felt completely new. A chill appeared in my stomach, and a wave of arousal swept through my body. And he, testing the limits of what was allowed, began to let his hands roam. His right hand slipped under my bikini top and lightly squeezed my breast, while his left hand moved over my stomach and went down into my panties. The second guy started spreading my buttocks with his hands, kneading my cheeks, and stroking my sides.

— Stop," I whispered but didn't even remove his hand. "People are around.

— Just a moment," he said and waved to someone. A couple of moments later, another one joined us.

— Now you're well hidden," the third one smirked and started kissing my neck.

From that moment on, I was no longer in control. Six hands and three pairs of lips caressed me so gently that when fingers reached my clitoris, I came immediately, hanging onto their arms. I couldn't control the convulsions, but I clenched my teeth tightly, holding back a moan.

— Let's go inside," said Sergey.

And they literally carried me in. I had neither the strength nor the desire to resist. I wanted to lie down and fall asleep, but the guys had other plans. As soon as we entered the room, the guy who was hugging me from the front fell back onto the bed, pulling me with him. From behind, the second one piled on a little later and, without letting me come to my senses, inserted his cock, simply moving my panties aside.

— Condom," was all I could say.

— Of course," I heard the second one's voice. Besides Seryozha, I didn't know anyone else's name.

— Give me one too," said the one underneath me.

Sergey handed him a pack, and a minute later, they started inserting a second cock into me. Maybe the alcohol or the arousal had an effect, or maybe everything at once, but they managed without any problems. After enduring the first moments of discomfort, I began to enjoy it. The first one just lay there, while the second one pounded from behind with all his might. And when the orgasm was already close, he pushed his cock all the way in and started to cum.

— Nooo," I moaned. "Don't stop.

— It's okay," I heard Seryozha's voice. "Everything will be fine now.

And with those words, replacing the second guy, he started to enter. At that point, I couldn't bear it anymore. His size was above average. I even touched it with my hand to check if it was real. After that, I had to get off the first guy and get into the doggy style position. Then things went easier. Seryozha wrapped my hair around his fist and guided my mouth onto his friend's cock. In my 30 years, I had never practiced sex like this, only at the level of fantasies with my husband, but here I was being fucked like the last slut, with a really big cock, and even being forced to suck, but they did it somehow roughly yet carefully. So after a couple of minutes, I started to cum.

The orgasm overwhelmed me completely. I had never experienced anything like that before. Usually, I only came from clitoral stimulation, but this time it was something else, something brighter and more intense. A moan escaped my chest, and I arched my back, letting the cock slip out of my mouth. Sergey started pounding even harder, and the first one, taking advantage of the moment, tore off the condom and pulled my head back to his crotch. Apparently, all this excited him no less than me, and with a growl, he started to cum too. Streams of semen hit the roof of my mouth, and I reflexively swallowed everything. Now Seryozha started to cum. His cock pulsed, and he collapsed onto my back.

— Changing of the guard," I heard another voice and realized that someone had moved Sergey aside. This was already too much, and I tried to roll onto my side, but someone's hands held my hips in the same position, and then another pair of hands pulled my panties down to my knees.

— No. Let go," I said in a quiet, exhausted voice. But no one was listening to me anymore.

What followed was a series of partners. I won't say I came constantly, but it was very pleasant, despite the fatigue.

At some point, I realized I was lying on top of someone again with a cock in my pussy, while from behind, someone was inserting a cock into my ass. Apparently, alcohol and arousal played their role again because he penetrated without much difficulty. And the moans continued. This time, I definitely came, maybe not from the sensations but from the situation as a whole. Then followed the simultaneous pulsing of cocks inside me and a new change of partners. Now they were fucking all my holes. I couldn't suck anymore, so they fucked my mouth too, holding my head. The drunk guys didn't always control themselves and often pounded straight into my throat. Gag reflexes no longer manifested, and this excited the guys even more, so every second one preferred to take off the condom and cum in my throat.

— Okay, that's enough," I heard a voice and fell into sleep.

At night, I woke up because someone was fucking me. I was lying on my side and didn't even think about resisting. It was easier to wait for him to cum, pretending to be asleep, and then go back to sleep. But arousal got the better of me, and I started moaning softly.

Voices were heard from behind:

— Wow, she even moans in her sleep.

— Holy shit! What a chick.

Then a moan and a change of partner. The second one also carefully lay down and, pulling my legs to my chest, inserted his cock. I didn't even immediately realize he was fucking my ass. Apparently, everything was so thoroughly fucked that all the sensations merged into some kind of depraved kaleidoscope.

Then another moan, the pulsing of a cock in my ass, and sleep again.

The morning was not kind, even though it started at noon. Sergey was standing over me, vigorously shaking my shoulders.

— Get up, or your girlfriends are about to call the police.

I sat up and looked around. White spots of semen all over my body, underwear on the floor, aching holes, and a terribly painful headache.

He immediately handed me a glass of wine and literally forced me to drink it.

— Come on, you need to wash up," said Seryozha and led me to the shower.

While I was washing off the traces of the night's entertainment, he told me that all the guys had already left, and he had guarded my sleep until the last moment. Then he heard a scandal brewing over the fence and convinced my girlfriends that I had mixed up the houses at night and went to sleep here.

— Rinse this too, it's all sticky," he said and handed me my bikini.

I reached for it, but he didn't let go, looking me straight in the eyes. A wave of shame washed over me. This man had seen everything that happened to me last night and had actively participated in it himself, and now he was simply and calmly looking into my eyes with such a serious and appraising gaze that you wouldn't expect from a young guy.

— You're married, right?" he nodded at my wedding ring.

— Yes.

— I didn't let anyone film on their phones. And everyone used condoms. So don't worry, your husband won't find out.

This was unexpected and pleasant to hear. So, after thinking a little, I replied:

— Thank you. For everything! And I don't keep secrets from my husband; I'll tell him everything.

Now he was surprised.

— And he'll be okay with it?

— Of course.

— Why?

— Because he's my husband, and we love each other.

Then some noise and the voices of my girlfriends were heard. Sergey somehow distractedly hurried me and left the shower.

Then there was the meeting with my girlfriends, a bunch of teasing and hints, and before leaving, Seryozha discreetly slipped me a piece of paper with his phone number written on it and the text below:

— You are the most extraordinary girl I have ever met, and I wouldn't want our acquaintance to end. I want to be your lover, but if you don't want that, I would gladly be just a friend. Write anytime.