Desires and fantasies … Hi, I’ve been thinking about sharing my most daring sexual experience with you for a long time. It started about two and a half years ago, when my husband and I watched porn on TV (sometimes we watch it together). The whole thing was about my wife getting fucked by two guys and they both put their penises in her vagina (I think it’s called DVP). From there, I searched for something similar myself a few times, secretly. I didn’t want my husband to know that I was looking for something so specific. I had never watched porn myself before, but the idea turned me on extremely. I guess I found a sexual fantasy in myself that I would like to try out someday, after all, my husband was the only man in my life up until then. Since at that time we had sex with acquaintances in the same apartment a few times (classic weekend getaways without children), but without switching partners, I started toying with the idea of ​​proposing to my husband exactly what I had seen in porn and what I had thought about so often. I had an idea that our friend Rasto (name has been changed) could join us, but I didn’t know how to tell my husband, although I still had it in my head. Until one day, in a good mood, when we were tasting a few glasses of wine and I was already quite aroused, my husband asked me during sex what new things I would like to try, what my fantasy was, and that I could suggest or tell him anything. It was more of a chat and teasing than a real question. I hesitated for about a minute whether to tell him or not, but when he did, I immediately blurted out: “Sex with Rasto, exactly like we saw together in that porn.” He responded that it wasn’t a problem – but he didn’t yet know how deeply I meant it. In the morning, after sobering up, after breakfast and shopping, he showed me the message he had sent to Rasto. It said: “When are we going to meet again together, but without Veronika?” (Veronika is his wife, we didn’t know how she would react to our proposal). Rasto just wrote back that they would agree later because he was away. Nothing happened for ten days, until Rasto called back asking what we actually meant. My husband explained everything to him in a voicemail – what we actually expected of him and whether he had a problem with it. Rasto responded a little surprisingly, saying that he had never thought about it this way, but that he appreciated it very much, but he probably wouldn’t have done something like this without Veronika. At that time, we were a little disappointed, since up until then he had been the initiator of sex in the same apartment several times or had bolder ideas that he wasn’t ashamed to present. About two to three weeks later, Rasto called back. He sent a ballot on Thursday evening, but his husband didn’t open it until Friday morning.

That day we were invited to our friends’ engagement party. The message read: “If the offer is valid, I will be happy to accept it, we will not explain or defend anything, if we are interested, we just have to write YES/NO and when and where.” At this moment, my husband looked at me, handed me the phone so that I could listen to it and decide what to write back to him. I immediately started to tremble and think that my ideas, which I cannot get out of my head, were so close – just say YES. But the message remained open without a response and without any consultation with my husband. I was scalded, we did not talk about it at all, although we both knew that the offer was on the table. On the way to the party, I asked my husband in the car if we were going to do it. He smiled and replied that it was all up to me, he would arrange it. He handed me the phone. At that moment, I started shaking like a rock again, I didn’t know what I was writing, and I didn’t believe it. Rasto only replied: “OK, I’ll come.” I was completely uneasy at the party. The whole time I had an idea in my head whether I even wanted to, but after a few glasses of wine, I forgot about it during the discussions. It wasn’t until around nine in the evening that my husband announced that we were going, because Rasto wrote that he was on his way and it would take 30 minutes to get to us. That meant we had to hurry. We arrived at our house almost at the same time. When I saw his car, the shaking intensified even more and that’s when it started in full force within me. We greeted each other and welcomed each other as if nothing had happened, and he sat down on the sofa in a good mood as always. My husband exchanged a few words with him and poured him what they like best – a gin and tonic. I had a small drink with them, since I had already had enough of the party. I went to the bathroom for 20 minutes, where I went to take a shower and get ready without saying a word. I had no idea what to do when I returned to them in my underwear. I was surprised at myself that after all that tension I was almost not ashamed at all, although this time he was looking at me without his wife. She didn’t even ask what, how and why he finally decided to accept our offer. After about a short debate and three drinks, my husband announced that it was time to start (laughter). Rasto just asked if he could sleep here, to which we of course nodded. At that moment my husband pulled down his pants and stuck his dick on me. I immediately took it in my mouth and it started to smoke and I waited to see what Rasto would do. I only remember that he asked me if he could and started kissing my ass. I admit, I don’t even know how long it took, but my mouth was already sore from smoking. I looked at Rasto and asked if he wanted me to satisfy him with his mouth too. He put it in my hand. At that moment, I held someone else’s cock in my hands for the first time and I realized that it was here. After about 2 minutes, my husband announced: “Where do we have a condom at home?” He and I looked at each other and answered each other: “We don’t have any, we don’t use them!” Rasto didn’t have any either – he and Veronika protect themselves sometimes, but he didn’t assume that we wouldn’t have one. Here came the turning point, when all three of us froze and waited for what anyone would say, since everyone had something to drink. We couldn’t run down to the city by car. I was left a little confused – extremely wet, but scared, how would we do it? We sat down on the couch and started to solve the situation: what now? We had two more drinks and after half an hour of solving the problem, we had not reached any clear result. My husband, already well-intoxicated, just told me that if Rasto and I agreed to have sex without a condom, he really had no problem with it and wouldn’t blame me or him for it. Rasto responded by asking what our idea was, since he had no problem, he could control himself quite well and if I lubricated my ass well, we could start.

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I was a little taken aback at that time, because we hadn’t talked about anal before. From his reactions, I understood that he had no idea that I would let him into my vagina. At that moment, my husband’s penis became incredibly erect, he immediately threw me on his back and started to fuck me – he was extremely excited. After about a minute or two, he turned me around, sat on the couch, I sat with my back to him and I was waiting impatiently to see what Rasto would do. He very noticeably penetrated my vagina and started. My husband waited and reported that he had no idea how pleasant it would be to look at and touch. Soon Rasto checked that he was extremely excited and that we shouldn’t be angry, but if I want him to fuck me for a while, he has to take a break, because it will be done too soon. After all, so much excitement and the first experience with someone else do wonders. After about 3 minutes of sex, I got down on the couch, all sweaty, and said to both of them out loud: “I want them to come at once, they can come inside me too!” At that moment, Rasto started licking me right away and my husband was biting my nipples. After a while, I stretched out on my husband again and begged Rasto to start (I was literally screaming at him). He started like crazy, but after a minute, I just heard a loud moan from behind me and immediately after that my husband screaming that a full dose was coming. Women will definitely know what it’s like to have a pussy full of warm semen inside me – the feeling was incredible. They both waited inside me for a while longer, laughing, I thought they wanted to continue. At that moment, I didn’t even wish for anything else and the rest was stolen from me. When I ran to the shower to wash myself, I had only one thing in my head: This can’t end like this. It was great, but not as intense and especially short as I had in mind. That’s why I made a plan and suggestion in the shower on how to tell my husband and both of us to do it again that evening. I was aware that this wouldn’t happen so easily, and I kept telling myself, because the whole sex only lasted about 5 minutes. The three of us sat on the couch without a hint of a discussion about what we had experienced. After midnight, we were going to lie down, but I still didn’t have a plan on how to ask them – and especially my husband – that I wanted to do it again. As we were lying down in the bedroom, my husband asked me how I liked it. I thought for a moment about how to answer him, but since I had no choice, I just told him that I wanted to do it again. He replied that he would keep it in his head, Rasto for sure, and we would make an agreement later. I told him I wanted it today, there was no time to think. At that, my husband said, “Let’s do it,” and laughed.

I was satisfying him hard with my mouth and we waited to see if Rasto would hear us, since he was sleeping upstairs and we were deliberately making noise. But nothing was happening, so I sent my husband to go upstairs to check. After about a minute, they both came running downstairs and said that Rasto’s erection was solid again (it was considerably longer than my husband’s, not as thick, but perfectly curved and very, very hard, to the point that I felt like it was artificial). I immediately asked my husband to let Rasto start first this time, if he would allow it. Rasto launched himself into me like a dog, literally. My husband just stared and asked if I was OK. Rasto thrust at me with full force and asked me: “Do you want to be my whore?” (my shyness had completely disappeared). That’s when I realized that I wanted to experience this feeling, I just didn’t know what it was. I felt like the ultimate whore and slut (in a good way) and showed my husband how to really let go – I was surprised myself. For the first time that day, I had sex with someone other than my husband, and twice! After about a minute of thrusting, I asked my husband to leave, if he didn’t mind, next door. In the back of my mind, I begged him not to end it, and I didn’t want him to see me having sex with another man like this in an animalistic way. He smiled, nodded silently and left, and Rasto could continue. I had another strong thought in my head about whether I could agree with Rasto to have sex outside of my husband’s house, just like he did with Veronika – I had a lot of desire to have sex with him at the time, it felt like a dream. I begged Rasto to hold on a little longer, so that he wouldn’t get old, to go like a machine.

My lips were already numb from the thrusting, but I didn’t mind it at all (women certainly know). He slowed down gently and it was there – a full dose inside me again in a spasm, I wanted him to give me the last drop. Right after the climax, I whispered in his ear drunkenly that I wanted him next time. He tried to start again twice more, but he couldn’t do it anymore, all the ejaculate was flowing out of me and I was scalded like never before. At that moment, my husband, fully aroused, entered me, but the idea of ​​a foreign cock inside me immediately brought him to climax. All three of us finally went to the shower. My husband left me alone with Rast, but it was just a caress. When I lay down, from total exhaustion and putting my thoughts away, I fell asleep just before dawn. Around lunchtime, the two of them were already sitting at the table as they know how – in a good mood. I admit that in the morning I felt a little guilty and was slightly embarrassed in front of both of them, but after a short while the shyness subsided. It’s been two years since it happened. With hindsight, I remember it as well as some of the recklessness of my youth, but I don’t regret it. Some would say how I could have done it, but it’s all about trust. My husband and I have a perfect relationship, we spend a lot of time together, we try to complement and encourage each other, and most importantly, we often take over our life desires from any sphere and we are not ashamed. I have never received a reproach from him (and this will be the first time he reads this). The currencies are fictitious, Rast and I have never had anything since this situation. He has admitted and complained several times that their marriage has somehow cooled down, but he has never suggested – neither he nor we – that we meet again as a threesome, and we have never discussed the topic again.