Evening with friends

An Evening with Friends.

Some friends came to visit us—a married couple, staying for a few days. Everything was fine, but as luck would have it, my husband was sent on a business trip right at that time. So the responsibility of entertaining the guests fell on my shoulders. In the evening, after completing the entire day's cultural program, tired, we're lounging with friends on our wide sofa in front of the TV, blissfully stretching our tired legs. The conversation, which started about nothing in particular, smoothly transitions to the eternal topics of love, sex, and relationships between the sexes. Suddenly I remember there's a cool recording of a private party on the computer, and I suggest watching it. He and she enthusiastically support the idea,

not imagining what I'm about to show them!

The party footage starts off frivolously but doesn't suggest anything more explicit.

He and she relax a bit, sipping wine... But then the actions become more explicit, and the wine and the feeling of relaxation start doing their "dirty" work. He begins to gently caress his wife, pressing closer to her side, placing his palm on her chest and slowly teasing the nipple protruding from under her robe. Her hand involuntarily reached for his thigh... The actions on the screen were taking on an increasingly perverse character. He was no longer watching the screen but had completely given himself over to caressing his wife. His hand crept under her robe, unbuttoning a couple of buttons at the top and greedily kneading her breast. I felt awkward staring directly at them, but I kept stealing glances at these caresses. A chill had already run through my lower abdomen, which didn't bode well for me in my husband's absence! And then something just spurred me on.

 — Guys, since things are going this way, maybe I'll take some photos of you? Something to remember the vacation by?

They cautiously glanced at each other. Each deep down wanted it, but the fear that their partner would disapprove always stopped them.

 — Come on — we're all friends here, and it's your camera!

And without waiting for a coherent answer from them, I got to work. First, we took a couple of innocent photos of kisses and the man's hand lightly slipping under the slightly opened robe. Sounds of sexual intercourse being performed were coming from the screen. He was seriously aroused now, and his movements became more unrestrained and passionate. I got caught up in the excitement and encouraged and teased them in every way. Now he had taken off his shirt, and her robe was held by one button, still unbuttoned for some unknown reason. Observing this process didn't leave me unaffected—I could hardly restrain myself from undressing and joining this celebration of sex. The camera in my hands clicked non-stop...

 — Oh, you're so cunning — she said, — let's take pictures of you now.

She took the camera from my hands and pushed me onto the sofa. Goodness! That's exactly what I was waiting for! The only thing holding me back was the fear that my interference might harm their married life. I cautiously began to pose, slightly lifting my T-shirt and stroking my breast. The clicking of the camera and the encouraging cries seriously aroused me... everything below my stomach was aching and demanding sex, my head was foggy, and I could no longer think clearly, nor did I want to! Tearing off my T-shirt, I pressed his head to my chest... He greedily latched onto my protruding nipple... A moan escaped involuntarily, and my whole back arched in impatience. But he stopped, went to his wife, took off her robe, leaving her in just lace panties, took the camera, and gently nudged her towards me.

 — Come on, girls, show me what you've got!

I had never made love to a woman, but we were only going to pose for the photographer... At first awkwardly, uncertainly, we began to caress each other.

 — What is this, kindergarten! — he scolded, — Give me a passionate kiss, and let your hands get to work! Shorts off! That's it! Reached into each other's panties... Then we caressed each other with our tongues, sucking on the protruding clitoris. This photoshoot simply clouded our minds! Everyone only wanted one thing now: SEX! He was the first to lose control. When she leaned over me, he entered his wife with the force of an enraged bull. Taken by surprise, she moaned and clenched my clitoris with her lips. I moaned in unison with her.

So as not to interfere with them completely giving themselves to each other, I crawled out from under her, took the camera, and took a few more shots. They had already changed positions: he was lying on his back and she was giving him a blowjob. I could simply see the pleasure it was giving him! And how she craved sex!

Damn! Probably should stop, too much of a good thing... I quietly took my shorts and left, giving them the opportunity to fully enjoy each other.