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- What made you decide cheat on your first man? What is your attitude to being unfaithful? How did the different sex partners feel? Did it bring you satisfaction? Do you still feel attracted to your first flame?

That night did not promise anything special, just a friendly spree on a minor occasion. Andrey, a friend of my husband’s, was visiting.
There appeared to be a little too much to drink, we have done about a liter of brandy, and the guys decided that since Andrey was already late for the subway anyway, he might as well stay for the night, so they went out to get another bottle.

Actually, we had fun. We drank, played the guitar and sang, everything went the normal way. Well, naturally, the jokes and stuff, toasts ‘to parents’, ‘to the hosts’, ‘to the hostess’, ‘to hostess’s breasts’ (I protested at that one jokingly, but it made me feel nice!:) To cut the long story short, everyone got pissed.
Then Dima began to make the bed, I went for a smoke with Andrey to the kitchen, not to spoil the air in the room for the night.
A little digression: we had just moved to a new rental flat then, and the only place for sleeping was the folding sofa, and if someone stayed for the night with us, we had to share the sofa.
When we were back to the room, my husband had already passed out, he fell asleep on the blanked by the wall, so I had to share the only other blanket with Andrey side by side (I was in the middle, by my husband’s side).

We joked a little about being careful not to confuse things sharing the same blanket, undressed (Andrey had the cheek to watch me taking my bra off and putting on a T-shirt, I pretended not to notice it, however, I found the fact that I am liked by somebody else but my husband flattering:) and went to bed.
Being a proper wife, I turned my back to the guest. Andrey turned off the lights and lay by my side, putting a hand on my shoulder (‘I have to hold on to something not to fall off the bed!’). Everything was quiet for about ten minutes, I began to fall asleep, but suddenly felt his hand descending from my shoulder under my arm slowly and beginning to stroke my breast, dwelling on my nipple. Actually, being an old friend of the family, Andrey had the privilege of slapping me on my butt jokingly, he would embrace a little too tight me when we met, but had never gone past that before. Imagine that: husband by my side, although asleep, and me being felt by a stranger right in our bed! I was confused not knowing how to react. Now I would ‘wake up’ and slap his face, but it felt so nice, even gave me goose skin, I would rather ‘sleep’ for one more minute. (Oh, God, what a slut I am! But it does turn me on big time! Actually, it is all Dimka’s fault, it is because of him I am squeezed between two men, and shit, what do you expect from a drunk woman after all?! I feel such warmth in the lower belly, I must be wet already…)

Those were the thoughts spinning in my head, when Andrey’s hand crawled down carefully, roamed over my belly a little, and when dived under the elastic of my pants, I already had no strength left to stop it.
I was trying hard to pretend asleep, but my hard nipples were betraying me, I must be breathing too loud too. The snake must have noticed all that (or just became cheekier not meeting any rebuff?), pulled my T-shirt up and began to work up my bare breast already in a ‘grown-up’ manner, then took my weak-willed hand and put it on his…- wow! He was already ‘ready for labor and defense’ – a die hard tin toy soldier! Then his free hand went the path already traveled under the elastic of my panties, deeper and in a more goal-oriented manner. I was beyond myself already. Actually it was not me anymore, but only my body. I was able only to watch it as if from the outside and enjoy the pleasure. So, my obedient body spread its legs a little and arched slightly, so that his hand was more comfortable where it was. My eager hand began to examine a strange cock and balls. Next thing I remember, my nipple was in his mouth, then another one…, his tongue slipping lower, to my belly, lower, my pubis, still lower… A-a-a-aaaahhh!
Then I must have lost consciousness for a second (or eternity?), then I saw myself kissing Andrey, tongue in mouth, body to body, my T-shirt on my neck, location of my panties, as well as his, unknown, same as the blanket, my hand working on his cock, his fingers inside me.

Ooooh! Aaaah! Yes, yes, yes, yes!… A whisper in my ear:
- You want?…
- Yes (I was ready to eat him alive already!)
- What about him?
- He won’t wake up (That was true indeed – once asleep, you could not wake Dimka up even shooting a gun at his ear).
- What if he will?…
- We will take him in!… (Bravo! Not bad for a faithful wife, was it?)
Andrey leaned all his weight on me and entered… Wow!… Then he was doing me from the back, then me on top… Then he on top again… My cries silenced by the pillow… Stars in my eyes and the sky full of diamonds!… Two times!… Super!..
- I am coming… may I come in you?..
- Yes, it’s ok today…
Andrey did his final sprint, exploded inside me, fell back on the pillow. I was hardly able to crawl of the sofa – I was thirsty!
- Oooh! You’re a monster. Fucked a girl to death! – I kissed the little friend of our family friend. – You are crazy, with a living husband! (you should have seen his face, like a tomcat’s full with sour cream. Well, you bet:)

So, we wiped off the evidence with a towel (he must have been not getting it from his wife for a month – almost an ocean there, again I had to sleep on wet:), I put my T-shirt and panties back on. Wow, my knees were still shaking. Did I feel any remorse? Cheating on a husband under ‘aggravating circumstances’. Ok, we would figure everything out in the morning, morning was always wiser than night, now sleep, sleep, sweet dreams.
Dozing off, feeling his hands on my breasts and in my panties again, I whispered:
- You are a maniac, go to sleep, it is getting light already! – I opened my eyes…
Well, the situation changed, I had turned around in my sleep and was embracing Andrey instead of my husband? Things happen… So, my lord and master woke up and began getting at me!.. I turned around quick so that Dimka did not see anything suspicious.
- Maniac, we are not alone, what will Andrey think?
- Let him envy – his hands continue working on me, - You are all wet already (yes, wet, sure thing, this is sperm, you fool, cum!)
Not just sperm in the little while… I gave in. We repeat the Kamasutra exercises with my husband this time (this was the first time I had two lovers in one night! Will I survive it?

Interesting if Andrey is asleep or ‘envying’. With the sofa squeaking that much only my Dima is able to sleep, no one else!) I was on top (favorite Dimka’s position) when as if by accident I put my hand on Andrey cock to test – wow! He was ‘envying’ big time, poor sod Hey, you cannot really call the guy ‘poor’, he got his alright, even before my dearest husband!… And here we were putting up a show for him, putting all porn movies to rest! He was watching, I saw his eyes were half open! God, what a sight I must have been at that moment! Hopping on a cock like crazy, another one in my hand, tits bouncing all over, hair loose, makeup smeared all over my face, what a ‘beauty’, moaning with excitement and pleasure, could not hold back any more, was it really me? Judging by the condition on the two guys, they did not mind it a bit! That was it, I was coming, aaah, Dimka seemed to be coming too, yes, we came together. Great!
-Darling, you were just super today, - weakened, I was hardly able to crawl off the second cock, I kiss ‘my little boy’ (tasted a little different from Andrey’s. Well, I had some testing that day – two boys after brandy!)
- Sleep well my darling, I love you.

I had no strength to put my panties back on (nor that I wanted to), everyone had seen me by then (and not only seen!). Well boys, fucked me good, will hardly be able to walk tomorrow. You are brothers in arms now, actually, not arms, but something else that you mixed inside me! Would be funny to see you tomorrow morning!
Last thing I remember before I passed out, I was thinking that my lord and master had never waken in the middle of the night before, as much as I knew him. How came he did that night? Or was he not asleep at all, and watched his wife pleasing his best friend in every position for an hour?…
Who cheated on who then?…

Out-of-the-ordinary situations

Something that is important to you and had an effect on your sexuality (positive or negative) but was not mentioned in the list of the questions. Possibly - extreme situations: sexual harassment, abuse, etc. Any other event you feel like speaking about.

I think my situation is not quite usual. Everything you ask about happened in my life very fast, literary in a month. So I will combine it in one story, you decide where to put it.
I did not have any sexual feelings until 22. It is hard to believe in it, but that is the way it was. I am trying to remember at least anything now, but in vain. Kill me, I cannot.

I had always been interested in other things. At school I studied, went in for sports, read a lot. At the university – studies again, social life, sport, camping. All the sexual side of life pasted me by, although I was aware of its existence. But I just did not care. Not interested and that was it. There were things I thought more important and they interested me more.
However, at school and later at the university, I was considered to be a pretty girl. And not a ‘blue stocking’ at all. I was a soul of any company, participated in all parties. I had tons of proposals form young men, but since childhood, I tended to divert relations with the opposite sex into pure friendship channel. It happened with me very naturally so nobody was offended. On the contrary, many valued my friendship.

I felt myself absolutely comfortable in life. As far as sex went, I knew all the theoretical aspects very well – from books and movies. I enjoyed reading sex oriented gutter press – but I found it rather funny or curious. I needed that to know all the technical aspects and to build my relationships with others correctly.
Say, I was always able to tell a dirty story in an appropriate situation, or a scabrous joke, and did not sound naпve or out of context. Or, when I knew that I was going to a place, where I could get in a risky situation, I always put a hygienic pad in my panties, pained with red nail polish. When young men became aggressive, I allowed the situation to develop until the bed stage, showing my eagerness, and when the proper moment arrived I demonstrated the pad, pretending to be very unhappy about it.
That was where it ended. Guys never tried to go beyond that point. Probably, it was not so much sex that they wanted, but rather a satisfaction from realization that they had won me over. I.e. they got to the point when ‘she was ready to ‘give it to me’, but the circumstances did not permit’… That was fine with me. Who cares? Let them think whatever they prefer to.

As a result, nobody even thought me to be a virgin, or ‘a lady with certain deviations’.
On my 4th or 5th year at the University I met a man, who played a serious role in my life. It was a young man of 28, married. Our casual acquaintance developed into a real true friendship.
At first he made several attempts to take me to bed, but when he saw that I did not want to, he did not insist either. He did not really need it. He was married, but lived a rather liberated life, easily winning women over with his intelligence, wit and charm. I could judge by my friends whom I took alone with me at times to boast his acquaintance. When it was time to leave his dacha, practically everyone tried to come up with an excuse to stay But he paid special attention to me. Probably, he found spending time with me as interesting, as I did with him. We turned out to be very close in outlooks on life and when we met, we spent time in interesting and exciting conversations, discussing everything in the world.
That friendship lasted for a while. We did not meet everyday, but never forgot of each other. Each meeting with him was like a holiday and made us even closer to each other. As a result (I could have never thought it possible) that person became a sort of my ‘second ego’. Closer than anyone of my friends or acquaintances. So close that I could, having spilled some wine on my blouse, throw it in the dirty clothes basket and continue our conversation over a bottle of wine with my breasts naked, not being embarrassed in the least.

Naturally, we spoke of sex pretty often. He was the only person who knew that I was a virgin, and I had told him why. He understood me perfectly. Only he said that one day the sexual part of my subconscious will ‘explode’ one way or another, only it was not clear where the trigger was. And perfectly right he was. That happened soon, on May holidays. We agreed to go into the woods, the two of us, for a picnic. The weather was beautiful, almost like summer. We had some wine, stuff to eat, music… We went about 50 km away from Moscow and settled in a nice unfrequented spot. Peace, May warmth, birds chirping – and not a soul… He always knew of beautiful places where we could enjoy each others’ company without being interrupted.
We had enough to drink and began talking about sex, or rather my attitude to it. I initiated the conversation – being drunk, I felt pity for myself, that life was passing by, I was 23, and was going to die ignorant, having known men only from the books (not that I really wanted to know:-)).

And my friend, having listened to all that, gave it a thought and suggested an unusual experiment. ‘Listen, - he said, - we have known each other for a while and trust each other completely. There are no secrets between us. Except for those very genitals. If that is a problem for you – let me undress so that you can see and touch everything. No big deal for me – we are close enough, so that I am not at all embarrassed’.
The suggestion was unexpected, but interesting. That was exactly my cup of tea – to satisfy my curiosity, without having sex. The only thing I insisted was that I would undress myself too. I wanted to be equal to him and as open. So we undressed…
He laid on his back, and I, sipping wine, kneeled next to him and began my examination. It looked exactly like in the pictures. But when I took it in hand… Absolutely unusual sensation I had for the first time in my life… As if I had a warm, tender, surprisingly sweet to touch and, most important – alive – creature in my hand.
Like a little delicate animal it responded to each of my strokes and squeezes. It was not so much the look, but rather the feel of it. Was it a motherly instinct or something, I do not know… I had that feeling of sweetness and tenderness. I put aside my glass of wine and began stroking and caressing that little animal with skills that came from nowhere…

My friend said later that he was very mush surprised – according to him nobody had touched him so skillfully and gently before. But the thing was that I did not caress a human being, but a little helpless creature with silky skin that awakened so much tenderness in me. My friend existed separately, and his ‘friend’ was another thing. When my caress made it grow, I felt proud of myself – ‘the baby grows’. Simultaneously, the touch of my hands caused my lower belly to react, passing not though my body, but through the air between us. It was rather psychological than physiological reaction.
When my friend tried to caress me and touched my vulva, I practically did not feel anything, although I spread my legs obediently and surrender myself to his mercy completely. He tried to ‘turn me on’ very skillfully (as I understand it now), but his attempts were futile.
However, each touch of my hand to his cock caused an acute upsurge of pleasure right there. Finally, he gave up on his fruitless attempts, while I literary could not take my hands off him! I did not feel like letting it go off my hands even for a second! My games continued for 3 or 4 hours, until it got dark. My friend was absolutely flabbergasted and worn out (he began to loose his erection). I did not even let him go for a pee, I demanded that my hand held his cock (by the way, that process turned me on like crazy).

I understand now how the poor guy suffered. But my experience was not enough to make him ejaculate and ease his suffering. But he was a good friend, best in the world, he understood everything at endured the torture patiently.
On our way back home I did not take my hand out of his pocked – kept caressing my little animal. When we got on the train, I took a newspaper, covered it, unzipped his pants and dived my hand in again.
That was a sort of craziness. Like a bombshell. In the morning I had been an absolutely frigid woman and by night I turned into an inveterate nymphomaniac (first realized desire?).
My friend must have been happy when we finally parted at the station. But the next day I called him at work and suggested we meet. He asked if I finally liked it. I told hem straight – yes, and I wanted continuation right then, immediately. Judging by his voice he was happy for me, but refused to meet, blaming it on circumstances.
That did not stop me at all. I called my other friend who had been humbly seeking my attention for years already. And got another little animal for the night, although I had to make certain efforts that time. That other friend was a shy and indecisive young man, however I can be very goal oriented (when I want to).

Maybe his shyness played its part. I had to take the lead, and the young man obeyed my orders humbly. That caused a new, special upsurge of motherly feelings, I felt an irresistible urge to bury his shy, tender and quivering flesh inside me, take it in.
I made him lie on his back, set on top of him almost in a split and ‘pulled myself on him’ with great joy. That was my ‘first contact’… I remember my mad desire to absorb all his essence inside myself, leaving nothing outside, even testicles (by the way, I learned that trick after I had a baby).
Then things just exploded. In two weeks I slept with everyone who had ever wanted that of me. (First cheating?) And already on the second week I began to get real orgasm.
I must be like a teetotal French teacher from Ilf and Petrov novel, who was given a shot of brandy to taste and became a complete alcoholic in half a year. In a month I was already pregnant. In two – I got married.
When half a year later I met my best friend, he was in shock from my pregnant look and the stories I told him. But when I hung myself on his neck and French-kissed him slowly and passionately (expressing my gratitude with all my essence and tears in my eyes), he understood…

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