#3027: Transnistria, Moldova
Original photo: @robwoodcoxphoto
Alina and Pavel, a married couple living in Transnistria, are no strangers to exploring pleasure beyond the traditional. When their longtime friend Roman begins to show interest in both of them, they invite him into an experience that will reshape the boundaries of their friendship—and their desires.
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Transcript
It was a warm morning in Transnistria. Early May always signaled the start of village season—time to escape the city, gather with family and friends, and grill meat under the open sky. Alina had loved these trips since childhood, and now, with a family of her own, that hadn’t changed.
She rose early to beat the traffic and the heat, eager to get out of the city. Pavel, her ever-supportive husband, gladly hauled the heavier items to their car. As Alina stood outside waiting, she glanced around, struck—just briefly—by the uniqueness of her home. Living in a country that most of the world didn’t acknowledge was normal to her. The Soviet-era buildings and the layered identity of multiple passports had always been part of life. Maybe it wasn’t the richest or most well-known place, but the people had heart—and a fierce, resilient kind of love.
Once the car was packed, they hit the road. The familiar hum of old pop songs filled the car, and they sang along, letting the rhythm carry them away from the everyday. Pavel gave Alina a look she didn’t immediately understand, so she asked him what was on his mind. His answer made her heart race. Their village house had more than enough space for a guest—and he was wondering if she had someone in mind.
Alina understood what he meant. He wanted to have some fun.
She did too, but inviting someone they actually knew? That was a different kind of risk. Most of their experiences swinging had been with strangers they met online—no strings, no awkwardness afterward. But Pavel had someone specific in mind.
Roman.
He’d been dropping subtle hints for a while, Pavel said. Apparently, Roman wasn’t in on their secret, which made his interest all the more sincere. Alina was surprised, but not unpleasantly so. Roman was attractive—tall, fit, and genuinely fun to be around. She asked Pavel if he was sure. He only smiled.
They would find out soon enough.
At the village, they arrived first and began setting up as other guests trickled in. Eventually, the group swelled to about ten people, all eager to eat, drink, and enjoy the sunshine. But Alina’s attention was fixed squarely on Roman. Sitting beside him at the outdoor table, she asked if he was having a good time and brushed her thigh against his. Roman’s expression shifted, a smile tugging at his lips. He leaned in close, his breath warm against her skin, and hinted at his excitement for the evening, when fewer people would demand her attention.
Alina laughed and returned to the group, reassured. Everything was going smoothly.
Later, she watched as Pavel approached Roman with the same quiet confidence. The two men leaned in, foreheads almost touching, speaking in hushed tones. Alina didn’t need to hear them to know what was happening—she saw the spark between them. When Pavel returned to her, he gave a simple nod.
Roman was staying. It was settled.
The day passed as usual: laughter, food, the scent of grilled meat thick in the air. Around them, the village was alive with similar gatherings, neighbors celebrating the season like one big family. But slowly, the crowd began to thin. One by one, the guests said their goodbyes, until only the three of them remained.
Roman made the first move, suggesting they head inside. Alina and Pavel agreed instantly.
The house was small—more a shelter than a home—but it had a bed, and that was all they needed.
There was a brief pause as the three stood facing one another, waiting for someone to take the first step. It was Pavel. He walked up to Roman, gently pulled him close, and kissed him. Alina watched with pleasure. She didn’t mind sharing her husband—not when she was also part of the game.
Pavel then turned and kissed Alina with the same hunger, and she welcomed him eagerly. When she turned to Roman, he was ready. Their kiss sealed the night’s intentions—a mutual agreement passed between lips.
Their clothes began to fall away as they continued kissing, touching, moving freely between one another. Alina felt hands on her breasts, her hips, between her thighs—she wasn’t even sure whose they were. It didn’t matter. She belonged to both of them tonight, and they to her.
Alina and Pavel sat on the edge of the bed while Roman knelt before them, grinning. He teased that it might be hard to handle both of them at once, but he was willing to try. He began with Alina, licking her pussy softly, slowly. Then he switched to Pavel, sucking his cock with the ease of someone clearly experienced. When Roman’s mouth wasn’t on her, his fingers were—teasing her clit, driving her higher. Alina’s hips bucked forward in silent demand.
It became a wet, eager mess—Roman expertly working them both, never shortchanging either. Alina moaned, her clit pulsing, until release crashed over her in waves. Her legs shook, her body desperate for more.
Now it was time for the next act.
Alina lay back on the bed and spread her legs wide. Roman and Pavel rolled on condoms and moved toward her. Roman positioned himself between her legs, while Pavel got behind him. It would be a perfect, primal arrangement—Roman fucking Alina, while Pavel fucked Roman.
The moment Roman pushed into her, Alina gasped. Her pussy stretched around him, hot and ready. And when Pavel entered Roman from behind, they all let out staggered moans. Pleasure surged through them. Roman groaned as he was filled and filling, and Alina relished the feel of his cock inside her, the view of both men bound together in rhythm.
She was sure she could’ve climaxed from the sight alone, but the sensation only heightened it. Their rhythm grew more erratic, more desperate. Alina came again, crying out, and soon after, the men followed, collapsing around her. Laughter spilled out as they tangled together, sweat-slicked and breathless.
They weren’t finished.
They shifted again—Alina on all fours, Pavel behind her, Roman now behind Pavel. Through the window, darkness created a mirror, letting Alina watch every movement behind her. She saw Pavel leaning over her, his mouth parted in pleasure as he was penetrated and thrusting at the same time. Roman’s pace was rough and fast, pushing Pavel harder into her. Each thrust filled her completely, wet sounds echoing as her pussy welcomed every motion. Her moans grew louder, higher.
She saw the pleasure building on their faces. Pavel’s was flushed, strained. Roman’s focused and intense. She knew they were close.
As they fell apart, losing themselves in climax, Alina let herself give in one last time. Her body trembled as her pussy tightened around her husband’s cock, drawing him deeper with every pulse.
Afterward, the three lay in a quiet heap on the bed, bodies warm and glowing. It had been more than a perfect end to the day—it was the beginning of something new.
Alina turned to Roman and asked if he had any plans in the city the next day. He said he was free.
She smiled, placed a hand on his chest, and decided that tomorrow’s plans could stay exactly the same.