We were already too drunk to create all that had happened. My wife and I were relaxing at home when Anya came to visit. She brought the wine with her since it was her birthday yesterday.
We laughed for a long time in the kitchen, told vulgar stories, then started playing cards… and thenโฆ
My wife suggested a strip game, and Anya and I agreed.
After two or three games, it turned out that Anya couldn’t play at all, and even when she was drunk. Anyway, during the game, I put my arm around her waist, smiling. I whispered sweet words in her ear. For a while, my wife endured all my antics, watching as she tried not to laugh at what I whispered in her ear. But after a couple more minutes, the wife couldn’t stand it and expressed rudely that she didn’t like what was happening now.
Anya, hesitating a little, got up and tried to sit down from me, but I didn’t want to let go of my victim, and grabbing her hand, pulled her back to me.
“I said that’s enough,” Lilya shouted (Lilya is my wife).
“Your Maxim won’t let me in,” Anya answered Lila, not very convincingly, trying to break away. I scooped Anya up in my arms and hugged her even harder. She was smiling, pretending to be an innocent cat. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I sat her down on the table and said to Lila, “That’s what you’re bothering a girl for, maybe she doesn’t want to leave me, does she?” Anya shyly looked at me and then at my wife and didn’t know what to do.
- And maybe Anya will not only sit with me, but also do something interesting.
As I spoke, I almost accidentally put my hand on her thigh, which was encased in a stocking. Drunk, Anya didn’t even blink an eye as my hand slipped under her miniskirt. I no longer paid any attention to Lilya, but stroked her legs first with one hand, and then with the other, rising higher. And then he unceremoniously pressed Anya to himself and forced her to spread her legs apart.
She obeyed me completely, hugging me by the neck, and with her thin legs by the torso. At the same time, her miniskirt pulled up to the “impossible”, revealing her translucent panties. I tilted my head a little to the side, biting her ear, and leaning down, I began to kiss her neck. All this time, Lilya looked at us with moistened eyes and a rapid heartbeat, as if mesmerized, and Anya just smiled.
Meanwhile, I’ve already moved on from her sweet neck to her equally sweet lips. Anya didn’t resist, meekly allowing me to kiss her hickey. I even began to make soft little moans of pleasure. At the same time, making unambiguous movements with my torso between her spread legs, I press myself against her crotch, hidden behind the thin fabric of her panties. Lilya notices that Anya is already wagging her hips towards me, trying to rub a little against my bump, which is sticking out of my pants. With my palms, I brazenly grabbed Anya’s ass and pushed it harder on myself. Without a single thought, I reached into her panties with my fingers. The fact that my wife was in the kitchen with us didn’t bother me at all.
I don’t even know what forces were holding me back then. The two of us seemed to have gone crazy, not understanding what was going on. A wild storm was probably raging in Lily’s chest, trying to break out and sweep away everything in its path, covering her with righteous anger. But another force forced her to stay in place to watch the sequel.