I met Sanela ten years ago while working in online multi-level marketing. At first, she appeared to me to be a typical woman in her late forties. Although we only met in person twice at different seminars, aside from business, we became extremely good online friends. We were conducting marketing from home, and because both Sanela and I were night owls, a green dot frequently appeared next to her name, even late at night. We talked practically every night, and our conversations became increasingly private rather than business-related. It hadn’t gone as I planned, as I had expected to make a new nighttime cybersex friend. She let me know immediately that it wasn’t going to happen, so I didn’t even push it, but I still felt comfortable chatting with her and spending the night with her. She was just an average, normal woman who didn’t pretend, and I liked that.

She gradually opened up, and we soon reached the most intimate aspects of the conversation. We simply built trust and told each other everything about ourselves, including our most intimate sexual secrets. We spent almost two years hanging out together, and even after we were no longer connected by work, we remained friends on social media and occasionally contacted each other.

As I previously mentioned, Sanela was then a woman in her late forties who appeared average--in every sense of the word. She had shorter, curled hair in the manner of the 1970s, and she was always dressed professionally, which included a gray or black jacket and skirt. The minimal amount of makeup made it evident she was a woman with a beautiful face. She was on the shorter side, with slightly wider hips, which is not uncommon for her age. I once even managed to persuade her to show me her naked body--so I can say Sanela has smaller tits and a hairy pussy, which, she informed me, she grooms only in the summer months.

It took a while to learn everything about Sanela since I felt that she was hiding something, even after we began sharing intimate experiences.

Sanela was born and raised in a small town in Bosnia in the 1980s. Readers from the same generations will understand what it was like to grow up in the 1980s and how youth socialized and had a good time. Sanela asserted that nothing about her was noteworthy, calling herself typical. Like other students at her mining school, she was eager for the summer to arrive.

One summer evening, Sanela lost her virginity. She was sixteen. Her group of friends met by the stream as usual and spent the night with wine, guitar, and a bonfire. Some of them were already together in a relationship, but most of them were single.

That night, Alen was seated next to Sanela as they sang and drank. Three years older, Alan had graduated before her and was waiting to be drafted into the army. Because of his experience, Alan was able to predict the right moment to ask Sanela if she would go for a walk with him. They went a step farther and held hands. They started kissing, and Sanela felt gorgeous. Even as Alen started touching her body, she was at ease because it wasn’t her first kiss. She enjoyed the way he kissed her passionately and stroked her bottom. She didn’t realize it was an introduction to her first fucking.

She didn’t understand that she was going to be fucked until Alen pulled off her pants and hugged her against the tree. Her back ached from a bump on the tree, and her discomfort increased when Alen stuck his cock in her unprepared pussy while she was standing. Alen roughly rammed his cock into her twenty times until he satisfied his need and recklessly filled her pussy, while she moaned in pain rather than pleasure.

Sanela tried to hide her disappointment and acted as if nothing had happened, while Alen was smiling with satisfaction. They returned to the bonfire, and Alen didn’t even sit next to her. Sanela felt used, dissatisfaction bubbling in her, disenchanted with sex; she vowed to concentrate on her career. Sanela didn’t sleep that night. She wasn’t bothered by being fucked by a jerk; she knew it had to happen sooner or later, with him or someone else. She was troubled by the fact that she wasn’t sure whether Alen had come inside her or not. All summer, Sanela had been unsure whether she was pregnant or not. Fortunately, she wasn’t pregnant, and she hadn’t contracted any nasty diseases either.

By the time she finished the mining school, Sanela no longer wanted to have that kind of relationship with boys. She didn’t want jerks anymore, but she would probably have sex if she had a real man, a lover. When she read and watched something erotic, she would feel horny, naturally; therefore, she decided to learn more about her body. When she had the chance to be alone, she played with her breasts, stroked her clit, and fingered her pussy, reaching a very satisfying orgasm. She realized she didn’t need boyfriends--she could masturbate.

When she finished school and graduated, her application for a job as a mining technician took longer than expected, so Sanela decided to accept a temporary job as a cleaner in a hotel in Bled, Slovenia. Her parents supported her since they understood she would make the same money as a technician in Bosnia or as a cleaner in Slovenia.

Sanela was a hardworking, diligent young woman who managed well in Slovenia. Everyone immediately liked her, both personally and as a colleague. She became best friends with the receptionist, Uroš, who was a true gentleman, unlike the boys she had known before. Being four years her senior, he used every opportunity to be near her and get close to her. She appreciated his attentiveness and kindness. Sanela enjoyed the company of the tall, dark man with laughing hazel-brown eyes. His rugged looks and broad shoulders made her feel safe. They went out several times, but Uroš was polite and patient. He didn’t press or ask for sex. He treated her like a lady.

As they became better acquainted, one such meeting bore fruit. They kissed and cuddled. On their next date, he ventured further. His light touches and nips awakened her need; his murmurs of endearment made her feel cherished. On one of their outings, Uroš took Sanela on a picnic. After wining and dining Sanela, Uroš once again started kissing and fondling Sanela, and just a few moments later, Sanela received his cock in her pussy. They were both horny, so Sanela enjoyed it and achieved an orgasm. Although their encounter was short, it was obviously “high quality”, as they strived to repeat it as often as the opportunity arose.

Sanela fell in love with Uroš and his cock, and he fell in love with her and her pussy. She stayed in Slovenia, getting a permanent job at the same hotel, and after two years in a relationship, Sanela and Uroš got married. They had two children, and Uroš advanced in his career, so Sanela primarily took care of the children and only occasionally did part-time jobs.

And as it often happens, after daily fucking, sometimes several times a day in the “honeymoon phase” of their marriage, when children and other worries come, sex falls into the background. At first, it was only on weekends, and then it was reduced to once a month, and in their case, after twenty years of marriage, they didn’t have sex at all. Their marriage was still working, but they just didn’t feel the need to fuck each other anymore. Sanela didn’t need sex to be content, but she knew she had to take care of her husband’s needs. She didn’t want him to turn to “other sources”. She tried to talk to him about it several times, but it didn’t work. After surfing the internet and finding various tips, she concluded that she had to go deep into her husband’s thoughts and discover his hidden desires, if any.

Sanela acted accordingly and initiated a conversation with her husband at the right moment with great tact, asking him about unfulfilled sexual desires. After a couple of drinks, Uroš was honest and said--a threesome. Sanela was not surprised and just laughed. She was not at all attracted to such perversions, but she was ready to do anything for her husband, for her marriage.

A few weeks later, they started the topic again, and Uroš asked her if she wanted it. She replied that if he wanted a threesome, there would be no problem as far as she was concerned. They agreed to do it on their first free weekend. Uroš said he would organize everything.

Sanela was still a little nervous about it. She didn’t care for threesomes, but she wanted to do it for her husband. She had no real idea what to do in a threesome, so she looked for information on the Internet. She wasn’t overly thrilled when she saw some porn clips, but she was somewhat aroused.

The arranged event was approaching. Uroš planned for it to be at his friend’s cottage during the weekend. Sanela expected to spend a romantic weekend with one other person in that cottage, but as soon as they got there, Sanela saw that something was wrong because several cars were parked in front of the cottage. She didn’t say anything, though. She didn’t want to spoil the event.

They went inside. Four men were sitting at the table. Aleš and Marko, Uroš’s friends, immediately stood up and greeted Sanela, who blushed with shame because she knew them well already. Two young guys, Andrej and Borut, who Uroš introduced as colleagues from work, also greeted her warmly. Sanela was even more agitated and embarrassed because these two looked to be the same age as their son. Not to mention that she was confused because she didn’t know which of the men would be in the threesome with them.

It was Friday evening, and while Sanela was getting comfortable, the men prepared a meal. With dinner and drinks, Sanela slowly began to relax, but she still didn’t know when the threesome would happen, or with whom, or how. She decided not to worry and left everything to her husband.

After some time, Uroš said it was time for them to go to the bedroom. They got up, and Uroš motioned for Aleš to come with them. All three entered the room, and Sanela was all red with shame. Aleš was the same age as her husband, though he was bigger, more muscular, and had a beard. Aleš and Uroš both saw how tense she was, so they tried to help her relax by telling her a story. It was funny and lighthearted, which was helpful.

Sanela was sitting on the bed, and Uroš was kissing her lips, their French kiss becoming more intense by the minute while Aleš was slowly removing her clothes. She was wearing a lacy black bra and thong, which suited her, and they both complimented her look. When they had undressed her completely and laid her down on the bed, they both kissed and licked her alternately. They skillfully nibbled on her breasts, thighs, labia, and clit, sucking and licking with broad strokes. They played with her pussy until she relaxed a little more, and then her husband shoved his dick to the hilt in her pussy in one smooth, hard stroke and started to fuck her. She was not completely relaxed and kept looking at that third man. For the first time in her life, someone watched her take a cock.