So. It happened two years ago, at sea, in Pitsunda. We rested there with my husband for the 5th day of our vacation. In the evening we went for a walk along the sea, to sit in coastal cafes. In one of them we met our friends. They also came there with their families and children. We were friends of one of these families for several years before they moved to Moscow. Then our communication has gone to almost none. Letters, texts on holidays.
The other family was also familiar to us. Both men were military and served in the same unit. They were best friends with each other and were always in the same company.
The head of the family of our godfathers name is Yura, the other name is Oleg.
A little background:
We communicated with Yura's family since the birth of our children. We lived in the same yard and our children were friends. Naturally, we also began to communicate. If we talk about intimate things, there was nothing between us and could never be! Except for fun contests with erotic elements during the late get-togethers of our two couples. We treated each other almost like relatives.
But Oleg was a bit different. One day we went with a big company to visit them, to their native village, where they lived in a private house. I was wearing a translucent skirt through which my white Thong could be seen. Oleg behaved like an ill-mannered savage. Kept making jokes about my panties until his wife heard. In the evening, we all bathed after a hot day and I had to put on the robe of the hostess (his wife). The Bathrobe hung on me as on the hanger (it was much bigger than me), but its edge was still significantly above my knees. I thought it was terribly ridiculous like that!
We all sat down at a table on the street and the guys quickly began to get drunk from home brew. Oleg sat there and kept trying to touch me....below the belt. At first it was very stressful, but then I just accepted his manly manners. I even to some extent began to flatter such a "passionate attention." His wife apparently used to this behavior of your husband and never paid, I thought attention to it. My husband certainly looked at all this at first with anxiety, but soon he switched to communicating with other men. When the fun reached its highest point, we had a dance. Of course Oleg always tried to stay close to me and when the slow music played, he immediately invited me to dance. Almost immediately he began to feel the top of my panties through the material of the robe. His big hands stroked the edges of my underwear right to the place where a narrow strip of Thong was hiding between my buttocks. I nor as on this tried not to respond. My instincts must have dulled because of the red house wine, and I kept talking about nothing, feeling his fingers getting bolder. He started doing clumsy steps in the dance, tipping me back. At the same time, one of his hands held me by the back, and the other grabbed me right by the ass, strongly squeezing her huge hands. Honestly, I didn't know how to act anymore. On the one hand, I was ashamed and afraid, on the other.....somewhere nice. But at the end of the dance, he lifted me up and lowering down, pushed both hands under the Bathrobe. His hands rushed between my legs, clutching and pawing me EVERYWHERE. I even thought he was trying to slip one of his giant fingers through his panties...inside me. I pushed him away abruptly, as if awakened from some agonizing, drunken sleep. More to dance with him, I disagreed. And Oleg the whole remaining evening pointedly brought his finger from his nose, noisily sucking in the air, looking at me with his drunken eyes.
After a while, I told my husband about it. At first it made him angry, but in the end we were just joking, remembering it. And even a couple of times fantasized in bed about how it could be, if that story was continued…
And so we met a few years later at sea. We sat all the noisy company and went to their hotels. This meeting reminded me and my husband about the case with Oleg and our fantasies related to this. Of course, nothing concrete. No real plans.
The next night my husband and I went away from people to swim in the sea naked. When we were already floundering in the sea, we heard a man's voice. Oleg somehow found us and stood by our clothes on the shore. How he found us is anyone's guess. My husband told him we were actually naked here. But he wasn't going to leave. Quickly undressed and ran into the sea. It was dark. Only the moon and stars dimly lit our figures in the sea.
At first, we just relaxed and chatted, standing on the shoulders in the water a meter from each other. But then my husband came up behind me, hugged my waist and began to kiss my neck. His excited cock rested in my ass. I was uncomfortable. In my head spun a lot of thoughts and emotions. But kissing her husband's gaze Oleg greatly excited me. I lifted my face up to the twinkling stars and closed my eyes. Almost immediately felt the approach of Oleg and his big hands on his hips, stomach, chest......between my legs. His lips around his neck and shoulders. Our uneven breathing turned into such a noisy cacophony of moans and sobs.
I was only able to whisper "let's go ashore!". Oleg picked me up by the ass and pressed to him, on the move kissing and biting my nipples. When we fell on the small stones of the sea shore, Oleg put me on his back and immediately entered me. I must say that all the parts of his body was proportionately big. I thought it a powerful aftershock had deeply embarrassing me on these wet rocks. It seemed to me that orgasm that I was covered, I could "strangle". I frantically grabbed the air mouth and was screaming from ecstasy. Husband sat beside me and kissed my hand. Soon Oleg croaked, what's about to come. I pushed him away almost as much as I did that night. He was kneeling before me. My husband helped me to sit down, I took Oleg's penis with my hand and bent down to him. At the same time as he was just entering my mouth, a spray of cum was beating thick and hot jets, filling my mouth and covering my face.
And here is where the "terrible"happened! We clearly heard a rustle behind us. My husband grabbed the phone and turned on the flashlight.... Stood behind George. I don't know what face I had, but everyone's faces were as if we were caught doing something very scary and shameful.
I wanted to run away, hide, bury my head in these rocks. In my head flashed the thought of how everyone will know everything, like me everyone will be watching. Scared and ashamed!!!
We froze in place for a while. To hide behind something quickly, I could not. I couldn't even figure out where our stuff was. Then Yura silently turned around and went towards the tourist settlement. The thought struck me! "We must stop him! Need to explain everything! Let him forget! Let him promise! You can't let him leave like that!!!"I jumped up and ran to him, covering myself only with my hands. The taste of Oleg's sperm was still in my mouth, it was dripping down my chest, I fussily washed it from my face. I grabbed his shoulders and turned to him. But I didn't know what to say! I remember whispering and screaming, "No! Not so! You what?!". He, too, seemed somehow miserable and bewildered. He dropped my hands and I accidentally touched him ....there. He was excited! New thought did not even have time to formulate in my head! But I quickly knelt down in front of him and pulled off his shorts and panties. With a loud groan grabbed his cock lips, as if waiting for this whole life. He didn't resist.…
As I continued to caress Yuri standing in front of him on his knees, I approached my husband. He stopped me and somehow calmly invited everyone to swim. I reluctantly got up. But he is smiling. We went swimming together. The guys said that their families have been sleeping with children in the rooms for a long time. And we decided to go to our room to avoid any more surprises)). We had sex for a long time in the room, then in turn, then all together. We didn't turn on the light, as if we were afraid to look into each other's eyes.
Since then, our contacts have completely stopped. No more e-mails, no more birthday texts. It's a thing of the past.