The Joys of Group Sex

I met Sasha and Lena quite by chance. I was browsing erotic sites on the internet and stumbled upon a collection of amateur erotic photos. Among them were some that included the author's email address. That's when I got the idea to write to one of the addresses. I chose the address listed under a series of photos of a young couple who had gradually undressed in front of the camera down to their Adam and Eve costumes, and sent them a message with the following content: "Guys, you look great! Sasha (if that's your real name), you have a very lovely wife."

After sending such a clumsy and meaningless message, I forgot all about it, but a couple of days later, I unexpectedly received a reply by email.

From my email address, they figured out which city I lived in, and it turned out we were from the same town. In their letter, they briefly told me about themselves: they had been married for two years, had no children yet, lived for their own pleasure, Sasha was 25, and Lena was 20. I replied with a letter of similar content, attaching a couple of photos of me and my wife. In their next letter, they suggested we meet up and go to a café together. I hadn't told my wife about our correspondence before, but now the time had come. However, in my reply, I politely declined, citing financial difficulties and our inability to afford such an outing. I thought our correspondence would end there, but the next day, I received a reply in which Sasha and Lena repeated their invitation, adding that they would cover all expenses. We couldn't refuse such an offer.

Sasha and Lena turned out to be quite well-off. We didn't ask where their money came from, and it was the least of our concerns. The main thing was that they drove their own car, lived in a separate two-room apartment in the city center, and didn't count every penny like we did. We also arranged the meeting via correspondence.

It was very cold outside. A piercing wind was blowing, and a sticky, wet snow was drizzling. Tanya (that's my wife's name) and I were, as always, running late and rushing headlong down the park alley to the designated meeting spot. Doubts swirled in my head: what if it was just a joke; what if the people in the photos weren't them, etc. Finally, all frozen, we reached the meeting place. There was no one else to choose from. At the entrance, a couple stood hugging, matching all the agreed-upon descriptions, looking like Sasha and Lena. They noticed us immediately and started the conversation first:

— We think we're waiting for you?" Sasha asked with a smile.

— Well, if you are Sasha and Lena, then let's get acquainted.

In person, they were even more attractive than in the photos. Lena had very bright, beautiful eyes and luxurious white hair, while Sasha had remarkably regular facial features. In conversation, they were also excellent interlocutors, and we quickly found common ground. After half an hour of talking, it felt like we had known each other for ages, and any sense of awkwardness completely disappeared. After finishing another cocktail, Tatyana suggested we go dance. The others liked the idea too, and we started swirling around the hall. Tanya melted into a kiss with me, and Lena and Sasha followed our example. After sitting at the table a bit longer, we went to dance again, this time swapping partners. The alcohol made my head spin pleasantly, and in my arms was a very beautiful girl. My hand involuntarily stroked her back, moving lower and lower toward her buttocks, our lips coming closer and closer together... I even momentarily forgot that my wife was dancing just two meters away from us. But coming to my senses at the last moment, I turned to look at Sasha and Tanya and froze: the only difference from us was that they had already started kissing. I looked the other way and caught the ironic gaze of our waitress, who knew perfectly well the original composition of our couples. Back at the table, we had another cocktail and started joking that we had just "brutally cheated on each other." The unexpectedly heated atmosphere turned into a joke. The conversation shifted to the criteria for marital infidelity and the meaning of jealousy. After laughing our fill at stories on this topic (during which we periodically danced again, swapping partners as before), we didn't notice that it was closing time at the café.

Outside, hit by the frost, we realized we were terribly drunk. Sasha and Lena were in the same state. We really didn't feel like going home in such weather, and we hinted that we wouldn't mind spending the night at their place (they lived a ten-minute walk away). Sasha practically shouted with joy:

— I didn't know how to suggest that to you!

— But I hope that within the walls of your home, everything will remain within the bounds of decency," Tanya added.

— That depends entirely on you," Lena said mysteriously, giving Sasha a meaningful look.

On the way, we bought two more bottles of white wine and a large ice cream. Their apartment turned out to be luxuriously renovated. There was a leather sofa in the living room, and simply a huge bed in the bedroom. To warm up, Lena suggested having a shot of wine and going to the shower in pairs.

— Just don't take too long in there," Tanya laughed to the departing couple.

My wife went to the toilet, and I, putting on some very pleasant, calm music, noticed that the shower door was slightly ajar. Thinking the others were already coming out, I peeked in. At that moment, Tanya came out of the toilet. The following scene met our eyes: Lena, leaning her back against the wall, had placed one foot on the edge of the bathtub, and Sasha, on his knees, was licking her between her legs. She saw us and smiled.

— Guys, you're going to freeze us out," Tanya broke the silence, "we want to take a shower too.

Sasha turned to us and, laughing, said:

— Oh, sorry, we got a bit carried away, but we're coming out now. You guys get undressed in the meantime.

My wife and I exchanged glances and silently began to take off our clothes. Left in just my underwear, I realized I could no longer hide my elevated mood between my legs. Having noticed this long ago, Tanya teased me:

— So, who is it that got you hard?

— I'm afraid it's for both of you," I retorted.

Lena and Sasha were already standing in the bathroom, drying off. Sasha, of course, just like me, had an erection, and it was literally ten centimeters from my wife's face. I noticed she was openly looking at it.

Unexpectedly, jealousy flared up in me:

— Why don't you suck it too, faithful wife?" I said mockingly.

But apparently, Tanya, from the alcohol, had completely lost all sense of boundaries and, bending down sharply, took Sasha's cock into her mouth.

I didn't even have time to get properly indignant before Lena defused the tense atmosphere by kissing me passionately on the lips.

— Guys, you need to warm up under the shower too," Sasha reminded us.

Tanya released his cock and climbed into the bathtub. I followed her example.

After washing, we initially wanted to get dressed, but then, by silent agreement, decided to stay naked, especially since the boundary of what was permissible had already been crossed. The others were waiting for us in the room, dressed the same way we were.

After finishing a bottle of wine, I completely forgot about moral feelings. Despite my wife sitting next to me, I shamelessly stared at Lena. Tanya at that moment was sitting next to Sasha and laughing merrily. Involuntarily, our company split into pairs: me and Lena – Sasha and my wife.

Sasha picked up the remaining bottle and suggested moving to the bedroom. Tanya and I exchanged glances.

— So, what do you consider marital infidelity, after all?" she asked.

— Perhaps sex with another person.

— But you want to fuck Lena right now, don't you?" Sasha unexpectedly interjected directly into our conversation.

I had no choice but to nod silently.

— And I want your Tanya. Tanya, do you want me?

Tatyana blushed and looked at me guiltily.

— Guys, agree that mechanical sex is not infidelity, just variety. The main thing is that you continue to love each other!

I liked that reasoning:

— Perhaps you're right," I agreed.

Instead of answering, Tatyana put her arms around Sasha's neck and asked:

— Will you carry me in your arms?

I also picked up Lena, and we moved to the bedroom. There was plenty of room on the bed for all four of us. I melted into a kiss with Lena. My hand caressed her wet, excited vagina. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Tanya already riding Sasha's cock as he lay on his back. That was the final command for me: I pressed down on Lena and immediately entered her. I had never cheated on my wife before and had simply forgotten the sensation of a new vagina. It was just fantastic. The alcohol played its role, and I wasn't in danger of finishing immediately. I turned Lena around, facing away from me. Next to me, my Tanya was writhing on Sasha's cock. At that moment, our lips were close, and we started kissing. As if on command, Sasha and I came simultaneously.

This time, Sasha went to wash first again, only now not with his wife, but with Tanya.

We continued to cuddle with Lena.

— Have you ever sucked a cock yourself?" she unexpectedly asked.

— That's not a man's business.

— But until today, you considered any sex with an outside partner to be marital infidelity!

— Well, that's a completely different matter.

— So, have you ever had the desire to try doing the same as we do?" Lena persisted, lowering herself and taking my cock into her mouth.

— Maybe I have, but I would never act on it.

— Why?" Lena released the cock from her mouth.

— People would misunderstand – I'm not gay.

— You're wrong. Gays are those who give it in the ass, but sucking is a common thing between couples. Or are you afraid to take the first step?

— I'm afraid.

— Then let's agree that you'll suck Sasha's cock if your Tanya herself wants to lick my clitoris.

I was sure Tanya would never do that, and I agreed.

After the shower, we finished the remaining alcohol and started flirting with each other again. Everything ended with sex once more.

After another shower, Sasha suggested we go get more wine. I agreed, and we headed to the store, leaving our ladies alone.

When we returned, no one greeted us. We undressed and went into the bedroom. To my surprise, Lena and Tanya were lying on the bed in a "69" position and, completely oblivious to us, were licking each other. I realized I had been wrong to rely on Tanya. We embraced our wives and began to caress them. However, Lena turned to me and asked loudly:

— Do you remember our agreement?

— What agreement?" I tried to deny it.

— Don't pretend, we all know about it," my Tatyana said.

To take Sasha's cock into my mouth, I only needed to bend over a little, but how difficult it was to do! Nevertheless, a deal is a deal. I leaned over and started sucking. Now I understood what women feel when they do this. Lena and Tanya lay back down in their "69" position. Then we formed a sort of train: Tanya sat on Sasha's face, I sucked him, and Lena sucked me. I came first, and immediately after, Sasha's stream shot into my mouth. My vision almost went dark. At that moment, Lena kissed me passionately, and mixed semen flowed over our faces and then our bodies.

We took another shower and went to sleep. It was already five in the morning.

We only woke up in the afternoon. But an obsessive thought tormented me: why didn't Sasha suck me? Everything that had happened seemed like just a dream, but then why did we wake up naked, all four of us in one bed... After snacking on sandwiches and ice cream, we started getting ready to go home.

— Guys, don't you want to lounge around a bit more?" Lena suggested.

I thought she wouldn't suggest that once she sobered up.

We lay down on the bed again. At first, we kissed with our own spouses, then swapped partners. Lena pushed me onto my back and sat on my face. I started licking her clitoris and felt that my cock was being sucked too. But the sensations were completely different from with Tanya. And I understood that justice had been restored...