Everyone, probably, who reads erotic stories here, watches porn. Well, or at least sympathize with those who are interested in it.
There is a video showing a certain club in which pretty ladies gather. They drink, have fun, dance. After a certain time, the boys appear on the stage and the disco begins. The girls eagerly suck, substitute their cute holes, and the guys, as if at work, clearly follow the instructions. With a tight smile on their face and with a large standing member, they change partners, trying to please almost everyone.
I always thought they were skilled actors, staging. Strictly thought-out scenario from beginning to end, in which there is no room for emotions and improvisation. But, not so long ago, I changed my mind ...
My very old friend, whom I will call Oleg in the story, spent all his adult life only in arranging various kinds of events. He used to be a toastmaster at a wedding, and Santa Claus at a children's matinee, and a presenter at a corporate party. Recently, it has become difficult to get through to him, orders have been poured one by one. More and more Moscow needed another talented provincial.
Oleg has not been in trouble for a long time. And with the salary of a junior engineer, I barely had enough to pay the bills and feed my son, who was born here recently, and made his wife go on a practically unpaid decree.
Oleg saved. He really helped my family a lot. In contrast to numerous Moscow relatives who at one moment became indifferent strangers, we barely had a son and, accordingly, problems.
No, I did not receive any handouts from him, and I would not accept it. Oleg offered a side job. Even at a young age, we organized discos together in our provincial town. My role was to prepare the hall, conduct light music, adjust the equipment, create the correct acoustic background. The work was creative and I liked it, maybe that's why I later became an electronics engineer. Literate specialist, as not often notices my stingy boss.
Naturally, Oleg knew about my abilities and made an offer that I could not refuse. Till six o'clock I pored over the drawings and layouts on the main job, and at seven I was already in the next club, banquet hall, cafe or restaurant. Drawn with simple hard workers wiring, mounted anti-aircraft spotlights, rotating heads and kolorchendzhery, set up mixing consoles and acoustic equipment. Returning home after midnight. And at six in the morning I ran on the subway in the hope of not being late for work.
The wife was offended, but not much. She understood - this is bread. I would even say caviar. Such black, juicy, desired, sturgeon caviar, got by sweat and blood. I got tired terribly, but the money was paid decent. Sometimes the preparation of the hall for the next feast left half of my regular salary.
Before these events, my wife had never been to clubs, except for the disco in the village where she came from. And now, I rarely invited her to places where Oleg shone with the wit and skill of the presenter, with pride
showing a finger at what was done in this place with my hands.
On weekdays, my wife and I practically didn’t see each other, but on Saturday evening we were all staring off. One good evening I tried to compensate for all the distress that had accumulated in my wife’s week.
Subsequently, she began to go to clubs with her friends and without me. I knew her friends as honest and honest housewives. Oleg’s wife rarely made up my Masha’s company. Moreover, these trips were not so frequent and were more likely informative. Since the places they visited could hardly be called discos for the removal of girls. For example, I was very surprised when I learned that there is a club in Moscow, specially equipped for evening visits for those who like to embroider!
I'll tell you a little about his beloved wife. The essence of Mary’s nature is family and children. At 18, she fell in love with me when I came to my grandmother's village; playing cards, we inadvertently kissed behind a lilac bush. It was my first kiss, clean, like a christening in the Bright Resurrection of Christ. He remembered for a lifetime. Later, when I served in the army, moral purity and moral decency served as the main reason for her bold decision to openly leave my parents' house for me. What became the source and cause of its sharp conflict with my father, who for a long time did not accept our relationship and firmly stood against me. Thank God, later the old soldier relented and even blessed our marriage.
Most of all in Mary I appreciate honesty, independence, and disregard for the hypocritical principles of a false modern society. Being a beauty by nature, she never used her forms to achieve personal goals in her career. Brilliant metropolitan beauty with a charming smile, white shoulders, silky hair and beautiful camp, spending all its charm and energy on me and the child.
It was easy for me to work 16 hours a day, thinking about our family.
So, Saturday morning. I woke up in the most beautiful mood. Mashka got up a long time ago and was fiddling with the child in the kitchen, trying not to make much noise. I got dressed, went out to them, kissed my wife and child, and then took a shower and sat down for breakfast.
- What time will you be back home? - Masha asked me.
“I think I'll be home by eleven,” I replied.
- Ok, and shall we go somewhere?
- Masha, I want to work today in full, most likely we will not go anywhere.
- I was invited by my girlfriends to a club, for some kind of female sabantuy, would you sit with your child?
“No problem, just ...” I smiled mysteriously.
- Only? - Maria stood in front of the window, the sun lit the room, and the cool breeze pleasantly caressed her body. The wife held the child in her arms and fed him bottle juice. The edges of the short robe nicely bully, and it was clear whom color her panties.
I licked my lips, as if to myself, but it was not possible to hide the lewd eyes from Mary’s sensitive eyes. She smiled and repeated her question.
- Mash, I took two weeks off from work. The money I already paid, and Oleg will pay me tomorrow. We had a rather large amount and on Monday we are going to the south !!! - I just blurted out the last words. A grimace of surprise appeared on his wife's face, quickly replaced by childish joy. She put the child in a chair and rushed to my neck, pressing her whole body. I felt that she was naked under the robe and it became even more pleasant for me to embrace her. She laughed and rejoiced, at that moment she was very well.
“A child,” she suddenly asked, looking at me with her blue, ocean-like eyes.
- Don't worry, I called my mom. She will be happy to sit with Egorka. The only thing we will need tomorrow is to take him to her early - my parents lived in a small town four hours away from Moscow, so I wanted to leave as early as possible so that I could make it and go on holiday with a light heart on Monday.
- And before it is what time? - gently asked his wife
- I think at six in the morning we will have to move out to avoid traffic jams.
“Zai, well, I already promised my friends that I would go with them,” she very nicely pouted her lips.
- I'm not against. If you promised - go. Just come at two in the morning you are at home.
“Thank you, sun,” she jumped around me like a young goat. Such moments are pleasant to me twice. I didn’t really want my wife to leave today, somewhere at night. But I did not dare to darken this bright sunny day with anything, even with my refusal. Especially as I said above, Masha is not one of those people who cheats on her second half. There is nothing to worry about.
“You will sleep in the car tomorrow, and now pack up your things,” I hugged her again and kissed her gently, grabbing my ass with my hand. After that, I reached under the robe and wanted to dive into the panties, but she, laughing, deftly twisted, and approached the child, who just at that moment began to scream. I quickly got ready and left, leaving my wife in high spirits.
An hour later, I approached the club where Oleg was waiting for me. Pathetic building in the new territory of the rubber city, with the loud name "Eden". Pompous columns at the entrance and a door with a huge gargoyle above it.
Oleg and his team were already inside. I greeted the guys, and as it happened, I took the leadership under control. All week we were preparing a room for a party. And in principle I was pleased with the fruits of my work. There were only small shtrishki. But in order to get everything in the best possible way, I wanted to do everything without haste and had to be very attentive to details.
During lunch, I asked Oleg what kind of party to prepare for tonight, for which we worked for almost the whole week.
“Aw, friend, do you really want to know?”, Oleg said this with the voice of Obivan Kenubi from star wars.
- Yes, it makes no difference if this is a secret ...
- No, not a secret, just this party is very specific. Today, almost a hundred women who are painted in colors and a few burly strippers will come here. Guess what they will do next.
- Well, of course - a bachelorette party, a noble person. Dance, drink, look at the young pussy and tomorrow to advance to the wedding.
- And that's not the case. More precisely, not quite. You probably have never been to such parties. Yes, and I, honestly, I will conduct it only the second time. The point of the party itself is that the women pay for these guys to fuck them. Baba want hard, rough sex. The housewife stayed at home, and at night she would be fucked at the club!
- Seriously? - I did not believe my ears. - Then why are you at this sex celebration?
- My task is to break the barrier of a faithful wife and turn her into a lustful female. Start a party so that the impregnable nuns simply do not remain. And you know, I know how. The guys are already the second day of Viagra burst, that and look at the eggs burst. - Oleg laughed, then added, - Although I personally feel ashamed here. I even try to wear a mask so that no one will recognize me. If it were not for the money that is paid for this, I would never have agreed.
I listened to him with open mouth. I am an honest family man, but when I heard that, I was wildly excited. A whole club of sex hungry girls. At one point, I felt that my friend in his pants showed signs of life and was rapidly gaining momentum. We fell silent for a few seconds.
- It is possible, - Oleg understood me without words, only after seeing how my eyes lit up. “What the fuck” I thought, already almost anyone can read the information in my face, you need to work on yourself and learn to restrain your emotions. - Do whatever you want. Just do not force to obey you against their wishes. These are customers, and the customer is always right. And one more thing: don't be in the spotlight. Though you are not an old man who has not become fat, you are quite a nice young man, but still you can’t compare with professionals. Hold on to the edges, all the same girls paid for the pumped macho.
- I got it. Masha is not a word.
- I'm like a grave. My wife, too, do not hint where we were. Clear?
Fair. I barely waited until nine in the evening, the time to start the party. A team of installers has long gone home. Strippers came, attendants. Oleg asked me to wait in the dressing room. He, like a top presenter, had his own little room, where a pair of beautiful girls, induced him beauty.
From the dressing room I heard Oleg start the show, a loud squeal echoed his every word. I was waiting. Music and even more feminine laughter rumbled. I bit my lips and waited ... Accidentally a stripper entered the dressing room, with a member standing like a stake, asked if I had seen Kostya, I replied that I had not. The stripper moved towards the hall, I heard the dance floor explode with wild exclamations, apparently it was well received. I tapped my fingers on the table and waited ...
- It's time, - Oleg flew into the room, completely naked and already in women's lipstick, - Now or never. Quickly undress.
I undressed even faster than he said these words. Oleg looked at me estimatingly, saw my riser, smiled and threw a butterfly around his neck. And made the same swallow Viagra pill.
- Now let's go.
In the corridor dim, faded light. Somewhere ahead loudly hammering music. Oleg is walking behind me pushing me forward. I'm nervous, stumble on the door. A huge bull in a black jacket looks at me, then at Oleg, the latter nods his head and the big guy steps aside, opening the door for us.
The laser beams of the searchlight cut through the dancing gloom, the music seemed to explode me and pierce from the inside. I go to the dance floor, I almost don't notice anyone from my excitement. I am ashamed of what I am naked, what I have, and everything around in clothes. But here I come across a familiar stripper, he sits on a high chair, legs spread wide, leaning on the bar counter. A lady of about thirty, squatting under him, caresses his excited organ with his mouth.
I'm in the crowd. Music filled me with everything, Viagra began to act, felt wild excitement all over my body, but could not afford to let go of myself. And suddenly I felt that someone grabbed my cock. Pleasant warm hands, quickly nadrachivali my end. Among the crowd, I could barely make out the silhouette of this woman.
A pretty girl smiled, she sat down in front of me with the same unchanging smile of a quite beautiful woman, with whom she probably came to this holiday of debauchery. Slightly straightening her short little dress, with a strange moss and ivy pattern, she took my pulsating organ into her mouth. (Especially for - I saw the brilliance of her whitish shoulders, the rhythmic movement of glossy hair, she sat under me between the parted ladies, not looking at anyone, sucked my dick, but with her whole appearance gave everyone the right to admire the beauty of a blowjob.
I was trembling with excitement. My cock was about to explode, I wanted to press her closer and pull it into her mouth. But she felt it and rose in time, kissing me as a hickey. Pulling my dick at parting, she flew away like a butterfly, dissolving into the female crowd.
A few minutes later the hall just exploded. 20 strippers stepped onto the stage, with Apollo figures. A little twitching at the top, the guys descended into the hall, mingling with the crowd. I noticed out of the corner of my eye how my dear woman had already bent over one of the boys and also as cool as she does to me, blowjob.
Disco gradually turned into a wild insane orgy. I saw Oleg at the mixing console appease two obstinate girls at once. One bent down with cancer, and my friend fried her like sausage in a frying pan, while the second went behind her and sucked eggs, running over the tongue through Oleg's anus.
Suddenly, again, I felt that someone was interested in my member. Again, someone's hand was replaced by a warm mouth. But I already wanted to do otherwise. I wanted animal primitive sex. Fuck so hard to tear her apart. I grabbed the girl by the shoulders and made me stand up.
Deep, expressive and at the same time lustful eyes looked at me, the lack of her half-open mouth seemed to me at that moment as her peculiarity, in fact her beauty. It was fun to look at this full of health and vitality, pretty fucking. I turned her back and drove my piston with all my strength into the wet hole of this beast.
She bent like a cat, even more pressing her ass to me, as if sitting down on my steel member with a tight vagina. I just pulled her, roughly squeezing her nipples, as the last time in my life. She felt it, and seemed to get even more turned on by it. The girl just flowed.
And around was going on incredible. Bacchanalia, the Roman orgy in the style of Caligula. I saw how one Madame was served by two at once, and one fellow was gratified by three of them. Everything was spinning and spinning, and in the meantime, my dick did not stop moving in the warm hole of a night princess.
- I'll finish now !!! - I shouted at the top of my head, it would seem, to the whole club, but no one but me heard her.
- In me !!! She shouted as much as she breathed out.
It was like a red flag in front of a volley of artillery. I poured into her all my sperm and bestial anger accumulated over the evening, like an arrow I pierced her uterus. And she only stronger pressed against my thighs with her vagina.
For another minute, my dick pulsed in her pussy, getting rid of the last juices. Still, after a while she rose and pressed herself against me with a sweaty, fucked body. She whispered a thank-you ear and collapsed on the leather sofa next to her.
Just as quickly, I returned to my normal state. The wild beast went along with the sperm, and now “You are a married man !!!” pounded in your head. As cold water poured. I remembered my wife.
I ran out of the hall, quickly dressed in a dressing room and called a taxi. The clock was eleven in the evening. “Late” - I thought, already wondering what to say to my wife.
Half an hour later I was at home, completely calm-looking, but internally crushed and exhausted. Masha was at home with Oleg's wife, Kate, and noticed that I was very tired, quickly made a cup of hot coffee and a couple of sandwiches.
- How did it work? - she asked gently
“Nothing, okay,” I barely managed to say.
- Egorka is sleeping, will you let me go with Katya, as promised?
- Yes of course.
After these words, Katya looked at my wife with a sly smile, and they very nicely chirped about something. I already collapsed on the bed when they finally got together.
“I'm home at two o'clock,” Masha said goodbye to me.
- Okay, - I already fell asleep, - and which club will you go to?
- In "Eden." - She babbled in a low voice, trying not to wake the child, and tightly closed the door behind her.