Wish fulfilment

My husband and I often make love in, so to say, not quite a traditional way. We have mastered anal and oral sex long ago, but recently we have chosen public sex as our favorite way. Of course, we are not practicing this in the middle of the square in a festive day, but nevertheless, shocking the audience in the evening in the park or amusing the bored bartender with sex show became more or less habitual for us. I do remember a day when Vlad and me rather excited, ran into the diner at the outskirts of the city. Then we didn’t care if there would be people there, and what they would talk about us, we just wanted – that’s it. Fortunately, there was almost no visitor in the hall, just behind the counter there was a young man standing with a plain look, paging a magazine. Having set comfortably at the table in the corner, my husband and I started to caress each other. I unbuttoned his fly and pulled out his stiffened cock becoming harder each second. I stroked the big pink penis head with my fingers, leaned over and licked its tip. My touching made the penis as if made of wood, and then I grabbed it in completely. I must say that after we had watched the movie "Deep throat", I literally became obsessed about the idea to repeat what we saw. A few days had passed in fruitless attempts, but finally my efforts became crowned with success. And at that moment I soaked the penis with saliva and thrust it in me right to the balls. It was hard to breathe in that position, still I wasn’t in a hurry to pull that miracle out of my mouth. Slowly sliding down, I pressed my tongue as hard as possible to his hot surface, massaging the testicles at the same time. When he appeared all out of me, I licked it over again and again thrust it in my bottomless throat. Vlad groaned, strained his whole body and erupted violently right in me for his cock was deep inside me. Having pulled it out into the light, I gently licked it over, and licked the last drop appeared on the top. And then we heard a loud groan from a side. We looked towards the counter and saw the bartender, who got stunned for our prank, began to masturbate and had cum almost simultaneously with Vlad. We laughed, but the guy wasn’t confused, he was standing looking at us and squeezing his softened penis in the hand. His silly look made us excited for some reason and Vlad’s penis instantly turned into a formidable baton and appeared right between my legs. I stood the way the bartender could see it all and looked in his direction. He got excited as well and began to masturbate again. He was afraid to come to us closer, but, apparently, couldn’t hold back his excitement. My husband settled from my behind penetrating into my shaved pussy, shedding juices, while I was caressing my clit by fingers. Soon, all the events began sinking in the fog. I groaned aloud and fell with my chest on the table. The last thing I felt before falling into Nirvana was hot streams of my husband's sperm, he was pouring over my hips...

Awaken, I found myself still lying on the table with the skirt pulled up and the thighs covered with sperm no one was going to wipe off. My husband was sitting behind me, the bartender was sitting next to him. They were sipping cold beer loudly discussing my charms, not forgetting about the "nuances" of just finished show. I stood up, wiped the drops of liquid with my hands so that the guys could see my totally bald pubis, and licked the cum off the palms. The guys almost choked with the beer, and I noticed the bartender was getting horny. I smiled, straightened my skirt, sat on the chair, not forgetting to snatch a glass of beer from the hands of my stunned husband. But our plan that day didn’t include group sex, and so the night ended with amusing conversation with Sasha (the name of the bartender) who appeared to be quite a witty guy with a very good stock of jokes and anecdotes. Leaving his place late at night, we thanked him for his hospitality and he bowed in turn, thanking for the wonderful performance he had never seen before.

Recalling that occasion, I’m getting wet every time. It’s good whan it happens at home – there always was a pretty good dildo ready to hand, and it’s when my husband was not home. When he was, I could pounce on him, quenching my thirst for lust. And every time this memory went through my hot head, I felt a strange desire, unable to open entirely. But one day when I was watching porn and touched myself (my husband was in another business trip), I saw on the screen three men fucking a girl in all her holes at once. That scene awfully turned me on. I shoved the huge vibrator almost all in, turned it on at full power... Terribly powerful orgasm literally threw me out of consciousness, the strained muscles of my hole pushed the buzzing stick out on the sheet... I came to senses, having gripped the bed with my whitened fingers... The world was so sweet...

When I woke up a few hours later, the vibrator was lying quietly between my feet, the batteries were dead. I got up and went to the bathroom, humming a popular tune. I already knew what I wanted, but I had no idea how to do it. My husband would never agree to such an experience, and it was dangerous to have that kind of fun in our not very big city. In short, I decided to wait for convenient opportunity and soon the chance came - my husband bought me a tourist voucher to Bulgaria for two weeks.

I leaned back on the comfortable recliner and closed my eyes. The plane took off and rapidly began climbing, carrying me towards new and pleasant adventures.

When the plane was landing, I decided to have a short look in my pocket mirror. I got some sleep and then wanted to see if I was looking good. I opened the purse and saw a note saying the mirror was in the suitcase. Got used to surprises from my husband, I wasn't offended by his "visits" to my handbags or other things. He was likely to have thought up something interesting and I just had to wait for landing.

The customs officer asked me to show the contents of the suitcase, I just dragged off the luggage carousel. Having clicked the locks, I opened the suitcase... Among my transparent lace panties and thin stockings I never had the habit of hiding at the bottom of the suitcase there was a big package with condoms. My pocket mirror was lying next to it... I burst out laughing, feeling incredible relief with the fact of getting an indulgence for my future sins. So I didn't have to pretend to be the Virgin Mary on my arrival home and to hush up my adventures. The customs officer didn’t understand anything looking at me as if at a crazy one, but then with a blank expression on his face he began examining my suitcase contents. I was waiting for him to have found the main surprise, and when his hand came across a strange object he pulled it out from under my belongings. He flushed thick red to the tip of the nose at the sight of the dildo I had found my dream once. He put it back, quickly closed the suitcase and, not looking into my eyes, stamped my passport. Barely constraining the laughter, I left the airport, caught a taxi and gave way to my emotions only in the hotel.

Stripped naked, I began to explore my apartment. It was not too luxurious, but for half of the month it was very good. Best of all I liked the bathroom. There appeared to be not only soap, shampoo and soft Turkish towels, but some disposable razors in the package as well. It was right to the point, for I needed to shave my pussy, and I didn’t want to go to the market. I settled comfortably in the wide bathtub and got down to work, covering the pubis and the plump lips with fragrant foam. Shaving that spot always excited me, and I often had orgasm when the falling jet of water began washing off the rest of foam. I often wanted to caress my tempting pussy, but there was no yogi among my teachers.

After shaving, I took a cool shower (it was hot there) and came out of the bathroom. I never covered with a towel, and it wasn’t necessary in such weather. Still at the door of the bathroom I heard someone was in the room. I didn't want to hide, so I walked into the room as I was.



The intruder appeared to be a young maid, who had come to ask if I needed anything to help with. But at my view (and my shapes are much seductive, I must say), she fell silent confused, still not looking away with her big blue eyes. I smiled, approached her and kissed her lips easily. She didn’t move away, but looked pretty embarrassed. I remembered my longstanding desire to taste my pussy, but I was sure my maid’s was certainly no worse, and it gave me confidence in my actions. Caressing her pretty face with my fingertips, I gave her a long and hot kiss, passing my tongue over her lips and getting deeper sometimes. She closed her beautiful eyes and clung to me with her whole body, caressing my still damp back. So, caressing and kissing, I undressed her to the stockings the maids did not take off even at that hot. My hands were sliding down over her magnificent body and finally I got to the hot and wet cave, having become filled with indescribable delight. It was the first time I was caressing someone else's pussy and the novelty of the sensations increased the pleasure. Mila, that’s the name she whispered to me, was eagerly drinking caress from my lips, trembling all over with excitement. I took her hand and brought to the wide bed, I had already tested for suitability to the stormy nights. Still caressing and kissing her face, I put Mila on the bed, my lips were making the way to the cherished cave. Caressing my hair, Mila was just moaning, giving me total freedom of action. Wide spread legs gave me a wonderful view of her vagina, shaved like mine, but having a little fluffy island in the form of a narrow strip on the pubis. I was looking at her perky pink lips crowned with quite a large clitoris. She was already all lubed, and I easily passed my tongue over that miracle. She was a little salty and deliciously fragrant. Bolder I began to lick her, alternating with clit kissing and cave exploring with my tongue. Mila was quietly moaning and caressing my hair, but when I grasped her pussy with my mouth and pulled it up, she exploded with convulsions of a very stormy orgasm, sobbing and avidly gasping for air. I went back to her eyes, her lips, gently caressing her whole body with the hands and showering her face with kisses.

When Mila came to senses a bit, I leaned back, giving her the opportunity to caress me and she gratefully accepted my offer. Her lips were caressing my body so tenderly, getting down to the most intimate place. Her tongue was getting to the most secret corners. She was kissing my pussy so gently, skillfully and passionately that I couldn't hold it back long, so I had the softest and the most profound orgasm of all I had had before...

I felt her breath at my face and nestled to her with delightful smile, whispering different tender words unnecessary to translate. But soon she began to fuss, gave me another kiss, got dressed and ran away to get busy with her duty. I was still lying naked on the bed, full of languor and the warmth of her caress. My decision not to go anywhere tonight became firmer in the evening and the rest of the night I spent with a glass of champagne and the fruits from fridge-bar. The following day was full of mysteries and new experiences...

The bright sun of July sun was giving an incredible amount of heat, so that was quite necessary to stay longer in the sea. I was slowly swimming along the shore, watching the people on the beach. The girls’ bright bikini bottoms were hiding very little, and few of them used the top. There were quite a lot of cute and tanned guys with very attractive figures. But, in that entire splendor, I could not find what I actually had come here for. I needed three cool guys without girls. But there weren't any, so all my expectations were in vain yet. I went out of water, came over to my belongings and not far away I saw three guys who apparently had just come to the beach. They were discussing something aloud, there were no girls together with them, but they were already starting to look for pretty babies, there were plenty around.

"Now or never" I decided to myself bravely, still a bit afraid of my venture, and went to the guys. All I had to do was pretending as if I sprained my foot... A tall guy with Scandinavian appearance managed to catch me when I artistically groaned falling down. My chest, I did not intend to cover, became in his hand, the other one he gently hugged me.



- Are you feeling bad? - He asked in English. Judging from their pronunciation, the guys were Swedes.



- Oh, no, but my foot... Probably, I will not be able to walk, - I lied honestly.



Having had a good look at the men, I finally and irrevocably decided to yield to all three of them. Prominent mounds in their bathing trunks were leading to the thought about the size of those tools and I felt myself getting turned on.



- If not inconvenient to you, help me get to my hotel, - my English was much better than my "Savior" had, and seeing lack of understanding in his face, I said the words, easy to get, – Help me...

Speaking about something in their own language, Andy, as I called him (for his real name was unpronounceable), easily picked me up in his arms and asked me to show the way to my hotel. But I smiled and pointed at my still bare chest. He grinned in response and put me on my feet, providing the opportunity to dress up. But my cunning and acting skills left him no chance... Having cried out, I waved my hands like a seagull and fell down on the hot sand. Andy’s friends rustled indignantly, apparently, berating the poor guy for not being careful. Their help to dress me was invaluable, and soon I was embracing Dick’s (my second victim) neck, nestling to him, and that way being closer to my cherished goal. Andy was guiltily trudging behind next to the third one, who didn’t wish to stay alone on the beach. So, we all four were going right to my room...

Slightly panting, Dick had delivered me right onto my large bed. I showed him the bar with soda and ice and he gratefully poured some for himself. I offered to have a drink to his friends as well, and they accepted my offer, not forgetting about me by the way. I reclined on the bed looking at the guys with interest. Dick had the most remarkable figure, Andy was the biggest, Ola - the third Swede was no worse than his fellows. Andy was looking really guilty, and I decided to give him the opportunity to atone for his “guilt”. I took a cream out of my purse and asked him to massage my ankle. Andy happily agreed, and soon my foot appeared in his strong but gentle hands. He was stroking and squeezing my leg, causing my excitement to emerge slowly. Seeing the look of jealousy on Dick’s face, he was allowed to the process as well... Ola was not forgotten too. The guys were becoming turned on little by little. My transparent t-shirt did not hide the breasts well enough, and my bikini could hardly be called clothes. Soon my second leg became being caressed by solicitous man’s hands, and much above the knee. Then the shoulders and the chest appeared in the hands of my masseurs. I asked them to remove the t-shirt, and that was done in a moment and then I was able to enjoy all my body, yielding it to the strong and gentle hands. The tiny triangle of bikini followed the shirt soon, and my pussy became open to the guys. They enthusiastically started talking, gently touching my vulvar lips and stroking inner side of the thighs. The wind of orgasm picked me up, and for a moment I appeared in a cheerful world without borders and sounds. When I opened my eyes, Ola and Andy were already undressed and I wasn't sure about Dick, because he fell down between my legs and caressed me with his tongue. I stroked his muscular shoulders and sat down on the bed. He was still in swimming trunks, and I helped him to take them off. Three excellent objects of man’s pride were facing me. The guys really had the things to be proud of. I touched each of them in turn, stroking their strong rods and the big pink heads by my fingers. Pulling one of them closer, I kissed the tip, then stuck my tongue out and moved it back and forth. Ola moaned, his cock became harder and I switched to the next one. Circling the tongue over the rim of the head, I got down to the balls and licked them over as well. The next one was Dick’s cock, I gave some nice kisses. But the main thing was waiting for them ahead. I moistened with saliva someone's cock and slowly shoved it deep in me. His moaning became louder, and when the cock was almost out of my sweet mouth, the fountain of thick and fragrant sperm hit against my mouth cavity. I swallowed it all and got down to the next one. Ola appeared to be a greater stayer than his forerunner, but he had cum soon as well. I milked dry the next one as fast as the others and then the boys, exhausted with the stormy orgasms, were falling down to my feet. Needless to say, I was happy. Delicious salty liquid was on my cheeks and I was collecting it with the fingers, lick the droplets after. It didn’t stay unnoticed and the guys got excited very quickly again and began to shower me with absolutely magnificent kisses. That time I decided to get all I had been wishing so long... Andy was caressing my hole with the tongue, the lips and his hands helping. Dick was kissing my body, squeezing the breasts, kissing them, caressing the navel and the cleavage with his lips. Ola’s cock, perfect for licking - not very thick or long, was constantly disappearing behind the gate of my lips. I was licked and sucked it like a candy either poking it against the cheek inside, or running the tongue from the base to the top. He kept on trying to get deeper, but I didn't want to bring him up to the climax too early. Soon Dick and Ola exchanged their positions and my candy became thicker and a little shorter. Ola was caressing my chest, grabbing it almost entirely in his mouth, and Andy was working with his fingers not only on my slit, but on the butt as well. When the fingers began easily sliding through my tight hole, Andy directed there his main weapon. Oh, I didn't expect such a beginning, still It was great... orgasm didn’t make me to wait long, I had come, delighting my boys with loud moaning. Andy came out of me and in a moment I appeared in the air. The men turned me over, lifted me up and put me on Dick’s penis, who was lying on his back. Having got it to the ground, Dick began slow motions, and at the same time I felt another cock getting into me, it was Ola. First, they began slow motions exercising my both holes, and then they began to pace up. I was in the seventh heaven, but I needed one cock more. And soon I got it - Andy, my clever guy, ran to the bathroom. Wet, shiny and slippery cock rammed into my throat. I got full lungs of air and swallowed it again. Then Andy was moving to and fro, fucking me in the mouth.

It was bliss! I was filled up, there was no free hole and I felt like one huge vagina filled with cocks. The world was upside down tearing me into pieces. I flew up to the clouds and fell from there down on the ground...

Having opened my eyes, I didn’t see any of my "admirers". Exhausted like a squeezed orange I didn't have the strength neither to get up, nor to look for the guys. Apparently, I didn’t care where they were, so tired I was for movements and thoughts. I licked my dry lips over and felt the taste of semen on. Having checked up my holes, I found there the drops of male juice as well. The cum filled me over, it was everywhere, I was filled up... I became inflamed just with the thought what vessel I was for, another orgasm came to me, finally finishing me off...

Awakening was wonderful. The room was smothered in flowers. They were everywhere - on the window, on the floor, on the furniture and on the wardrobes. The bed was covered with rose petals with me lying in the middle of all that beauty. My nudity was dressed in flowers and I wanted to sing. I sat down on the bed, decided to sing, but then changed my mind. I really wanted to know where my guys disappeared. I took a rose of incredible beauty and went out into the living room. And – it’s a miracle! – I found the guys sleeping on everything they could find. Dick was reclining in the armchair, and his cock was standing like a guard, saluting me. The sight was so charming that I got down to my knees before him and gave him my best caress. Dick groaned still sleeping, stirred and the next moment he was stroking my back. That day I decided not to do deep swallowing, but I was working hard on the testicles. Dick was shuddering all over, whispering something in his language. His penis head was so delicious that I had cum helping myself with a hand, fingering the clitoris. Dick was breathing loud and I felt he would not hold it back long. I let his gun out of my mouth and began to jerk him off with my hand, wishing to see the milky fountain.

The second cock invaded my pussy from behind, thus adding piquancy to the situation. I suddenly wanted to be filled with cum to the edge and I told the guys about it. lay on my back, first I took Dick’s baton in, who had cum very quickly, and then his place was taken by Ola. He gave me fast but powerful orgasm. Then followed Andy, who woke up recently and then was like a powerful mechanism. His big cock was pushing through my pussy, getting to the bottom, and then coming out covered with the cum left by Dick and Ola. I was watching that spectacle reveling. Finally, Andy could not hold it back any longer and splashed a huge portion of "milk" into me. I licked his cock with gusto, covering my crack with a hand not to let the precious moisture leak out earlier than I wanted. When I had finished with the cock, I got up from the floor, my palm off the pussy. I wanted to feel the hot cum flowing down my thighs, coming out of the hole and I got that pleasure. The guys looked at that admiring, applauding, when I started to rub the juices into the skin. I was turning to them with my back and showing my front, thus I had made them turned on again. But to me it was too much. I laughed and ran away to the bathroom. I had had a shower and rubbed myself dry with the towel smelling a little bit of the man, and went to the dining room. I poured some orange juice and went into the living room, carefully sipping the juice from the full glass. Still being in the dining room I heard a strange revival in the living room...

Mila, who dropped in (as it turned out) to me "on the chance", found three naked and rather horny men in the room. First frightened, but then she patterned her behavior on the situation and decided to save her mistress. She threw off her robe, staying in stockings only. Having knelt down before Ola, Mila began blowing him gently but quickly. Dick and Andy were standing on either side of her caressing her small breasts, her round butt, and reaching out their hands to fondle the legs and her hot hole. That was the occupation I found my new friends busy with. "The sea is cancelled", - I thought sighing. I finished the juice, lay on my back, thrusting my head between Mila’s legs. The petals of her flower appeared in my lips and I again felt the surge of intoxicating excitement that came to me yesterday, when I was caressing a woman for the first time...