The Cheating. BBC Story
Copyright© 2025 by Kirill Blackjackoff
Chapter 2: The Dancing
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2: The Dancing - At a countryside birthday gathering, a group of young wives and friends unexpectedly meet a group of foreign businessmen. What begins as a formal encounter quickly turns into a night of temptation, secrets, and dangerous games that test loyalty, desire, and the fragile boundaries of marriage. As passions rise, each character is forced to confront hidden longings and choices that could change their lives forever.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Cheating Cuckold Slut Wife Wimp Husband Sister DomSub MaleDom Humiliation Rough Spanking Group Sex Orgy Interracial White Female Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie First Facial Fisting Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Spitting Squirting Tit-Fucking Big Breasts Leg Fetish Size Small Breasts
While Liza, Alina, and Sonya were finishing setting the table and laying out extra place settings, Nastya and Ira took the men over to the guesthouse and showed them where they could spend the night. The Africans carried over their few belongings — changes of clothes and a couple of bags with some stuff they for some reason didn’t want to leave in the car — and complained that they’d have to stay in the same clothes they arrived in. Nastya joked that their gorgeous bodies would make a perfect complement to the girls’ dresses, Ira coyly kept up the flirting and suggested seating the handsome guests in alternating seats with the girls so each beauty would have a gentleman beside her. Nastya managed to explain the idea to Lamar in English, and he nodded with a shrug.
“Your house — your rules!”
“U hoere is ons piel,” Prince echoed in a voice only the guys could hear. Your whores, our cocks. The men laughed, clapping each other on the back in approval.
“Do you really think this is a good idea?” Alina asked her best friend as she pulled a pizza from the oven, while Liza set the bottles of wine and drinks on the table.
“Why not?” Liza replied. “You know, I haven’t had fun in the company of men in so long that I’m honestly glad Vitya left. Thank your husband, by the way — he probably wouldn’t have gone if it weren’t for Viktor.”
“That’s for sure. Those two are inseparable; they’d rather stare at the water than do one extra dance with their wives...”
“Tell me about it!” her friend backed Alina up. “And if only it were just the dancing!”
“What do you mean?”
“Well ... you get it.”
“Do I?”
“I told you Vityusha and I are trying to have a baby,” Liza set a bottle down on the table harder than it deserved. Plates and glasses rattled.
“You did,” Alina nodded. “And how’s that going?”
“Not at all!” Liza grated out. “Sorry for the details, but how am I supposed to get pregnant if my husband prefers hikes and his buddies to sex with his own wife? And when we do get to it, he lasts five minutes. I don’t even have time to get aroused. I’m sick of him finishing the moment I take his cock in my mouth. Every time I feel like my husband’s setting a new speed record.”
Alina laughed.
“I think Kirill could give him a run for his money.”
“Really?” Liza was surprised. “I thought you two didn’t have that problem.”
“I wish we didn’t...” Alina sighed. “The sex isn’t bad, but lately he’s been going off earlier than he should. And all the constant ‘I’m tired,’ ‘I have to get up early tomorrow’ ... If he didn’t spend so much time at the computer, he wouldn’t be so tired!”
“Oh, girl, I can feel you need to spend some time among real men too!”
The girls laughed.
“Just spend time,” Alina clarified. “I’m not as open as our bold Nastya.”
“That’s true,” Liza confirmed. “She seems ready to sleep with all of them at once, and that’s despite the fact that her last boyfriend was the closest thing to an alpha male. Remember Anton?”
“Do I ever! A hunk. It’s a shame they didn’t work out.”
“We’ll see, maybe they’ll get back together,” Liza said, straightening the napkins at the edge of the table.
“I think tonight Nastya’s going to find herself a new alpha male,” Alina giggled.
“Maybe several,” Liza winked. “We, as always, will be overlooked.”
“Judging by how they’re devouring you with their eyes, Nastya isn’t the only one who’s going to get lucky tonight,” came Sonya’s voice as she returned from the cellar with a few more bottles of alcohol.
Alina and Liza exchanged a look and flushed scarlet.
Just then, Ira poked her head through the kitchen door — she, Nastya, and the Africans had come back into the house.
“Well, cooks? Is everything ready?”
A few minutes later everyone sat down at the table. As Ira had suggested, the men and the girls alternated seats. At the head sat Nastya, as the guest of honor. To her right was Lamar, to her left, Prince. Liza, an old acquaintance of his, sat next to Lamar; to her right, the very muscular Jared. Then Alina, then Tyrell — tall as a basketball player, built like an Apollo — then Ira. Simon took the seat between her and her sister, the shortest of the guys. On Sonya’s other side sat Prince, casting the girl strange, predatory looks. Though in truth he seemed to be looking not so much at Sonya as at her long legs, hidden under the table and adorned with dark stockings.
It felt like the Africans hadn’t picked their seats at random: each of them seemed to have chosen a seatmate for himself and was taking pleasure in studying the curves of her body, with their outfits accentuating rather than hiding them. Perhaps only Prince, though he sat by both Nastya and Sonya, was shamelessly eyeing all the ladies at once.
The toasts began. First, naturally, to the meeting; then to the birthday girl, to her home, her parents, the wonderful food, and the girls who had prepared it. After nearly all the salads had been eaten, four bottles of wine drunk, and the plates of pizza and pies half emptied, the guys decided to move on to stronger drinks. African rum appeared on the table, expensive whiskey, and a few more bottles of alcoholic drinks in the boldest, strangest colors the girls had ever seen. A few bottles of wine remained, but Liza, Nastya, and Ira expressed their wish to try what the men had brought. At least a sip. Alina did not miss the quick glance Prince and Lamar exchanged while pouring the electric-blue drink into shot glasses, but she didn’t attach any special significance to it.
More toasts went around, now more specific. First to beautiful women, then to the beauties present at the table. Prince raised a glass to the attractive figures of their neighbors, mixing up English and Russian and ending up saying something incomprehensible. Everyone laughed anyway; the atmosphere was growing more friendly and uninhibited. Liza, Nastya, and Alina were already all set to dance and were gradually moving over to the dance floor. The guys turned out to be very able dancers too — they moved really well, and their muscular black bodies looked hot in the half-darkness that, at Anastasia’s signal, fell over the room. Someone turned on the disco ball, and multicolored circles began to skip across the room.
Only Sonya didn’t dance, but she wasn’t bored either — Simon sat beside her and kept trying to persuade the beauty to try the colorful drink from his shot glass — Sonya was the only one who’d had only wine so far. Prince, by the way, was also next to the girl on her other side, but whereas Simon entertained the beauty with conversation, making her blush and giggle every minute as she covered her plump little mouth with her hand, the fat man simply looked her over, as if picturing in his mind in what positions and for how long he would be fucking her.
No one noticed, though — the dancing girls were at the center of the guys’ attention, and each beauty had by her side the guy who’d sat next to her at the table, confirming the theory that the Africans had already divvied up their “hoere.”
For example, Lamar was dancing with the star of the evening, Nastya — and what else could you call her, for she moved with extreme eroticism — and his hands had already roamed her body more than once, so that she had to bat them away with a smile. Nearby, in her provocative dress, Liza was shaking her butt; she had caught the eye of the tall Jared, whose muscle definition was only highlighted by his tight-fitting tank. He was more restrained than his “boss,” yet a couple of times he ran his hand along the waist or neck of the red-haired married girl. Alina and Ira ended up next to the giant Tyrell. The girls hugged each other several times, and neither understood what was causing such a hot surge of desire inside them. Alina caught herself thinking that if her husband were here, she would definitely lock herself with him in the bathroom. But even Ira looked devilishly attractive to Alina right now, especially in that white, body-hugging dress. And the Black man was a true god in the flesh — Alina, lips parted, stared at his magnificent body and felt a stab of jealousy whenever, instead of her, his black hands caressed Ira’s body.
“God, he’s got something gigantic in his pants!” Nastya shouted into Liza’s and Alina’s ears as she pushed over to them. Her cheeks were flushed, she was sweaty, and the girls couldn’t help noticing she smelled of alcohol.
“Maybe he forgot a bottle in his pocket?” Alina giggled.
She felt Tyrell, dancing beside her, take too many liberties again — his huge palm, assertive yet gentle, slid from her back down to her buttocks. The blonde smiled at the handsome man and, with a sharp but not very firm motion, moved his hand back up. Taking the hint, Tyrell immediately showed more interest in Ira, who was clearly ready to be touched in places forbidden by the “getroud slet,” as the Africans called Alina.
“I think the movies didn’t lie about what Africans have hidden in their pants,” Nastya went on, sharing her “discovery.”
“Oh, stop it,” Liza waved a hand and leaned back a little — she clearly liked how Jared held her tight — roughly and abruptly, nothing like the way her husband handled her. Liza wished there were more dominance in Viktor. She was tired of being the head of their little family...
Pressing her plump butt against the man’s groin, Liza suddenly laughed and, turning to Nastya and Alina — who were watching her with equal parts envy and surprise — shouted:
“Nastya, maybe you’re right!”
Nastya and Alina laughed back.
Dancing in dresses might have been nice to look at, but it wasn’t very comfortable. Soon a breathless, flushed Liza, tossing her luxurious hair off her forehead, suggested the girls go change. Judging by her behavior, Nastya was ready to take Lamar along for that, who even now had his arms around the beauty’s hips. Alina couldn’t help noticing how openly Nastya was rubbing her hips against his groin.
“I wonder if she really feels something enormous down there?!” Alina thought to herself, a little surprised at the lewdness of her own thoughts. Liza, however, was more sober and aware of both her own actions and her friend’s, and so she took Nastya by the arm and led her upstairs. Ira, Sonya, and Alina followed them. They came back down five minutes later in more comfortable clothes, though they certainly weren’t any less attractive to the men.
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