Chapter 3: The Orgy

“I have such a surprise for you on Saturday,” Sandra told Natasha as she left.

“What’s the surprise?” Natasha had asked.

“If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise.” Sandra giggled.

After Natasha left, I asked Sandra what the surprise was that she had cooked up.

“I have invited Josh, your nephew, to come on Saturday so he can meet Natasha.” She answered.

“Josh! Why Josh?” I questioned. “Natasha told us she preferred older men and did not care for young American men. So Josh is what ... A year older than her?”

“Bob,” Sandra said, giving me a somewhat exasperated look. “Josh has been at New York City College for the past year. I know for a fact that he is very sexually experienced.”

“How do you know that?” I demanded.

“Well ... do you remember that convention I attended in New York?”

“Yes ... do you mean you and Josh?” I exclaimed. “You never told me.”

“I didn’t want you to start fussing with me that I had corrupted him. God, he could have corrupted me. He must have fucked half of the females in the freshman class at NYCC, not to mention assorted other women off-campus. Our Josh has turned out to be quite the stud. I think he would be just the right person for Natasha.”

For the rest of the week, my thoughts often turned to the idea of the sex orgy, which I hoped, would take place on Saturday. However, I did have some concerns about Sergei. I was not sure he was a player and had no idea how he would react.

When I voiced these concerns to Sandra, she told me not to worry. I asked her why she felt so certain, she told me to watch from my office when she went to tan next to the pool.

That afternoon, when Sandra went and lay down by the pool, Sergei appeared at the window overlooking the pool. Sandra removed her top, and I could clearly see Sergei, who thought he could not be seen, start stroking his cock.

Retrieving one of my video cameras, I filmed him as he stroked. He pulled his cock (which must have measured at least eight inches) out from his shorts and started jerking it as he watched Sandra lying topless by our pool. I looked down to see that Sandra was running her fingers through the crotch of her bikini bottoms. Then, looking back at Sergei, I watched and filmed until he arched his back and shot spurt after spurt of cum while watching Sandra. She was lying facing away from him, so he must have been under the impression he couldn’t be seen and didn’t realize his every action was reflected on our plate glass windows.

When I showed Sandra the video I had shot, she licked her lips and smiled.

“Looks positively yummy,” she said, almost drooling.

Saturday turned out to be a bright sunny day. It would be perfect for our pool party.

Josh, my nephew, was the first to arrive.

Josh is about six feet tall and built like a veritable Hercules. That kid had incredible muscle definition. He looked as if he spent his days at the gym and not as if he spent his time seducing women.

“Hi, how are you guys?” he asked. “To what do I owe the honor of this invitation? Sandra insisted I come but didn’t tell me why.”

“Well, Josh. What would you say if we asked you to spend the day with us in an orgy?” I asked him with a smile.

“Just with you two?” He replied, blushing.

“Relax, Josh. I know about you and Sandra and what you did while she was in New York.”

“You do? That is okay with you?” he asked, looking somewhat relieved.

I explained, “Sandra has my permission to play around if and when she wants. In the first place, I can’t stop her. In the second place, I have her permission to do the same. So, you shouldn’t be concerned about that. Today, however, how would you like to be partnered with an eighteen-year-old Russian ballerina?”

I could see the worry that he had been caught fall away from him. Then, finally, he asked, “Is she pretty, and does she fuck?”

“She is an absolute doll, and yes, she does fuck. We also know that she is bisexual,” Sandra answered.

The smile on his face turned into something of an evil glint. “Well, guess I could help you out with your problem.”

Just then, the doorbell rang, and our Russian friends trooped in.

Olga and Natasha were wearing bikinis with a sarong tied around their hips. I could see Josh’s eyes light up as he saw Natasha. Sergei, wearing a speedo-type European slip, followed them in. He would have been arrested on most American beaches for indecent exposure.

He was carrying a cooler with what seemed to be several bottles of wine and vodka on ice. He placed them on the counter, came over, and shook my hand.

“Bob, I am Sergei,” he announced with a Russian accent. “I apologize. When we met, I was quite busy, and we were not properly introduced. However, I understand from Natasha that you made a video for her ballet school. So please tell me what I owe you. I want to pay you for your work.”

“Sergei, it was my pleasure, and Natasha has already covered my costs for it,” I reassured him.

“She has?” he asked with a crumpled brow.

Quickly changing the subject, I introduced him to Sandra and Josh.

He shook Josh’s hand formally and went to do the same to Sandra. But instead, she took his hand and looked at him. Then, placing her arms around him, she gave him a hug.

“Sergei, here in America, we are much less formal than in Europe. Friends hug when they meet. I know it is our first time meeting, but I’m sure that we will be very good friends by the end of the day,” she said as she smiled up at him.

He looked over his shoulder at me as if asking my permission. I just smiled and gave him a slight nod indicating that it was okay with me. Meanwhile, Sandra’s tits were rubbing against his chest. She smiled at him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He blushed a deep crimson, and I realized that Sandra had already excited him enough that he probably was sporting an erection. The look on Sandra’s face

Meanwhile, Natasha had gone over to Josh; Olga had come over to me, and all of us were now exchanging hugs and kisses on the cheek. I know that my cock was reacting to having Olga in my arms, and I was sure Josh was having a similar reaction.

Natasha broke the silence by asking if the video was ready.

“Sure is,” I told her. “Do you want to see it?”

“Oh yes, Bob. Can we see it now?” she asked.

Anticipating that this request would come up, I was prepared for it. I had already edited the video (removing the scenes of Natasha and me fucking on the couch in the back of the studio) and put it on a disk. I had my equipment set up and connected to a large flat-screen TV and was ready to impress the group with her dancing and my camera work.

“Why don’t we all sit down and have a drink while we watch,” I suggested. “Then we can enjoy some sun and the pool.”

After watching the video and hearing everyone congratulate Natasha and me on our fine work, we ended up at the pool. Josh and Natasha dove into the pool and swam several laps before lying down at the far end to sunbathe next to each other. I noticed that Natasha had removed her top and that Josh appeared to be fascinated with her tits.

Meanwhile, Olga and Sandra had chosen to lie down at the end closest to the house. Sergei and I lay down in chairs next to them.

Sandra promptly removed her top and urged Olga to do the same.

Olga seemed concerned, “Sandra, can we not be seen by the neighbors if we do that?”

“There’s no need to be concerned, Olga. This area is completely private. The only place we can be seen is the window to your dance studio,” she said while looking pointedly at Sergei, who immediately blushed. “I regularly sunbathe here, and I don’t like tan lines. As a matter of fact, I think I’ll even remove my bikini bottom today since we’re all friends. So feel free to do the same. I’m sure no one will mind.”

Olga smiled and looked at Sergei, whose gaze was riveted on Sandra while she stripped naked.

Sandra smiled and winked at me as she proceeded to strip.

“Sergei darling, you are closest to me. Would you mind putting some suntan lotion on my back?” Sandra asked a blushing Sergei.

“Go ahead, darling,” said Olga. “You know you want to do it. You talked to me about it all week since you played peeping tom on her. Bob can oil my back.”

Sergei glanced at me, and once again, I gave him a smile and a nod. Then, I removed my bathing suit.

He gulped and looked at Olga. She silently gave her consent, and he removed his.

“Oh, Olga, Sandra blurted, “He is magnificent,” she said, staring at a massive erection that Sergei now revealed. “I think we’ll have to oil them after they do us.”

I agree,” Olga answered while staring at my erect cock.

Moving over to Olga, I gazed at her beautifully toned body and started to spread the lotion over her back. My hands slid over her silky skin as I worked the lotion into her shoulders and back. Next, I slowly worked my hands lower until I reached her heart-shaped ass. It was very firm and tight. I marveled at the texture under my hands while she responded by wriggling that beautiful little butt in an unmistakable invitation.

I moved to her legs, working the lotion up her from her calves to her thighs. I felt her legs spread under my touch. I could see the hairless slit of her pussy, drawing my hands towards it as a magnet attracts metal. As I reached her magic spot, she raised her body slightly, allowing my hand to cup her pussy. I palmed her soft and velvety crotch, and my hand received a coating of moisture from her cunt.

Slowly I inserted two fingers into her tight opening and began to work them in and out of her. She was now purring like a kitten, completely abandoned in the pleasure she was feeling. Then, spreading her ass cheeks, I slid a finger into her puckered opening and listened as her breathing turned into a whimper.

Glancing over to the side, I saw Sergei similarly pleasuring my wife. Sandra, who has always been very vocal, urged Sergei to frig her deeper and faster. Then, she stopped him and turned on her back, saying, “Come on, stud. I want your tongue and mouth on my pussy.”

Sergei did not need to be coaxed. He promptly lowered his face, and I could see his tongue start lapping her pussy while his fingers played with her clit.

I, in turn, flipped Olga on her back, used my fingers to part her slight pussy lips, and brought my tongue into play. I ran my tongue from her anal pucker through her pussy lips to her clit, peeking out from its hood. She squealed with delight. I noticed that her anal pucker was particularly sensitive.