Barebac Riding in Mongolia

The yurt in Munkhtenger Park, deep in the Orkhon National Park of Mongolia, was spacious and comfortable. Atanas and Nadia had already been there for two days. They had gone horse-riding in the steppe, and hiking in the hills. They still had four days to stay there, all of them full of activities. The vacation may have cost an arm and a leg, but it was well-oprganised. That day, they would travel to a nearby village, where they would spend the day with a local family, to experience the local way of life and hospitality.

Nadia was preparing her things for the day, some extra clothes, a book, face cream, nothing special, since most of their needs would be covered by their hosts. In the meantime, Atanas was reading a historical guide he had bought about Mongolia.

"It says here, that many Mongolian villagers still live as semi-nomadic herdsmen, just like their ancestors during the times of Genghis Khan!" he said out loud.

Nadia simply exclaimed "Mhm", busy with her preparations.

"And although the Mongols are known as conquerors and raiders, local custom dictates strict adherence to rules of hospitality, and the people are known as amazing hosts. "

He paused.

"Some tribes even went as far as offering their wife to their guests, to spend the night. Can you imagine?"

Nadia replied with an absent-minded "Mhm" again.

"Do you think our guest will offer me his wife for the night? Or have the local customs faded with the times?"

Finally, Nadia turned her attention to him, looking at him with one eyebrow cocked.

"We had sex this morning, and your mind is rolling in the mud again, you horndog?"

"No, no my love, I'm just saying, what if? I mean, would he be offended if I refused? It isn't right, disrespecting people in their homes" he said, half-jokingly.

Nadia smirked.

"And what if she offers me her husband for the night? What then?"

"Well, we'll have to figure this out as we go along."

Atanas paused for a moment, before adding with a sly smile "But just in case, maybe you should take sexier underwear with you?"

The bus took about two hours to reach the village. The road went through an arid valley, with no vegetation as far as the eye could see. There was only the blue, almost cobalt sky, the ochre steppe and the grey-black asphalt of the road. The village itself consisted of about a dozen semi-permanent structures, like yurts on permanent bases. Their tour guide gathered them around and, moving from yurt to yurt, assigned each tourist couple to their assigned hosts. Most of the yurts housed families with children, but in a few there were childless couples. It was in such a yurt, that the tour guide delivered Atanas and Nadia.

Their hosts were a young couple, both of them under 30 years old, thin and wiry, probably due to the demands of the life on the steppe. They were also quite tan, as there were few places to find shelter from the sun around them. They introduced themselves as Tsogtyn and Sarangerel, and they seemed friendly and welcoming, even if they reminded Atanas of the relative "crudeness" of farmers in his native Bulgaria.

Their schedule was a lighter version of the day to day life of their hosts, adapted to the tolerance levels of soft tourists. They helped shearing sheep, saw how they process wool, how they made yarn and how they stored it. Both of their hosts spoke English, though nothing advanced. Their positive attitude and friendly demeanor made sure they could understand each other, though. They had a light lunch at noon, and then continued with other activities meant to showcase the life of a Mongolian herder.

When the evening came, they returned to their yurt for dinner. The temperature had dropped significantly, so the hot lamb soup was just what they needed. It was accompanied with local vodka, a welcome addition to warm themselves. The vodka also helped with their communication issues, since as the bottle got emptier, both Atanas and Nadia as well as Tsogtyn and Sarangerel got more comfortable. Theoretically, they were supposed to sleep early, but Tsogtyn was so happy that Atanas relished the local drink, that he kept filling their glasses. Most tourists were not so avid drinkers, and Atanas assumed they had little experience with the drinking stamina of Bulgarians. Encouraged by Nadia, Serangerel also joined in on the drinking, downing a couple of glasses. Tsogtyn seemed surprised by this, but he quickly got over it.

An hour or so passed. At some point, cell phones had been produced and pop music put on. Although their hosts were herdsmen in a small village, they were still young people in the modern world. The internet had truly united the world, as American dance songs united Bulgarians and Mongolians in a small yurt in the middle of Mongolia. When one of her favorite songs came up, Nadia had gotten up and started dancing, and although initially shy, Sarangerel had followed her after a moment's hesitation. The wood stove kept the place comfortably warm, and after dancing for a few minutes, the two women had removed their heaviest garments. Nadia was in loose pants and a tank top, and Sarangerel in a skirt and a shirt.

Atanas had been watching the women dance, thinking of how different they looked. Nadia was tall, pale, with heavy breasts and an ample ass. The other one was short, tanned, thin and sinewy, with the sun's effects visible on her skin. She was still beautiful, though, with symmetrical features, and a healthy body. And her body was definitely feminine, despite her differences with Nadia.

It seemed that Tsogtyn was also observing the women, or, to be precise, he was watching Nadia. Atanas couldn't blame him. Nadia was almost the direct opposite of his wife, and in Mongolia she seemed very exotic. Next to the work-hardened Sarangerel, she looked like a soft goddess from the far-away West. As the women danced, sweat was glistening on their bodies, and the alcohol made their eyes shine. Atanas started getting ideas...

Tsogtyn was thinking similar thoughts. He and Sarangerel were young and modern people, considering their circumstances. They went to the city for shopping, they watched modern movies and TV shows, ordered gadgets from across the world... Sarangerel even had sexy underwear, and they had watched porn together. But the tourist woman was something else. Although Tsogtyn loved Sarangerel, and he found her beautiful, Nadia was a strange - and forbidden - fruit. She was from another world, softer, more comfortable, one that promised so many delights. And she looked delightful! Her breasts were bigger than his wife's (and any other woman's that he had fondled) and her ass was round, whereas Sarangerel was a lot leaner. He really liked his wife, and found her sexy, but he desperately wanted to taste a woman so different.

Atanas eyes were darting from one woman to the other. He loved Nadia and she was just his type, but Sarangerel had a distinct charm that he found very intriguing. She was lean and tight, like a cypress tree. Sweat had made her shirt cling to her body, and he could clearly see the outline of her breasts, small but firm. She could almost pass for a fitness model, if she took a little more car of her skin, which was weathered by the sun. Her long black hair was shiny, and her dark eyes looked playful, and her smile was tantalizing. Having noticed that Tsogtyn seemed mesmerized by Nadia, a plan started forming in his mind. Grabbing his vodka-filled glass, he sat near Tsogtyn, and started talking.

Nadia had also noticed how their host had been staring at her. His look was filled with such lust, than under different circumstances, she might have felt awkward, but the alcohol and the reassuring presence of Atanas helped her relax and appreciate her effect on him. Apart from his penetrating gaze, she could clearly see a tent in his pants.

"Maybe?" she thought. After their experience in North Korea, they had both become a lot more open to thoughts like the ones she was having at that moment. Meaning, to take this rough but gentle and welcoming man, and fuck him so good that he never forgets her. She noticed that Atanas had approached Tsogtyn, and he was speaking quietly. Whatever he was telling him, Tsogtyn seemed to react with surprise. His eyes nearly popped off his head, and he blushed. It seemed that her man had similar thoughts with her, and he was trying to get Tsogtyn in the game. She decided to help him. Next time Tsogtyn met her eyes, she gave him the most lustful look she could muster, shaking her booty and her bouncing her chest. He blushed even further, but did not look away.

Atanas got up and approached her, taking her in his arms and kissing her. Then, he took her with him on the couch. Tsogtyn got up, and refilled everyone's glasses with more vodka, taking his woman with him on their own couch after.

"So, what were you telling our host before?" Nadia asked.

Atanas kept kissing and fondling her.

`"Nothing, we were just talking about how beautiful our women are."

"Nothing, huh? Are you sure you weren't trying to drag him into depravity?"

Atanas smiled sheepishly.

"And if, theoretically, I was trying to do such a thing, what would you say about it?"

Nadia looked over at where Tsogtyn and Sarangerel were sitting. The Mongol had his woman on his lap and they were talking in their language. In the yurt, with the traditional furniture and the architecture of the steppe, it was easy to forget that these were modern people. They watched stuff on YouTube, listened to Cardi B and Kendrick Lamar, shopped at Zara when they went to the city, ate pizza and drank sodas. Maybe they were modern in... other aspects of their life, she thought. Tsogtyn was not exactly a male model, but he was fit, with well-defined muscles, and strong and had an exotic look that she found interesting. She thought of his tough, calloused hands grasping her breasts, and she felt goosebumps.

"I don't know... Maybe?" she told Atanas. "Are you interested in his wife?"

"Well, she's nothing compared to you, my love, but I can't say it hasn't crossed my mind..."

At the same time, Tsogtyn and Sarangerel were talking quietly. After a few minutes, they got up and approached their guests. Although he obviously was a bit uncomfortable, Tsogtyn started talking in less-than-perfect English.

"So, Sarangerel and I talking, and Atanas says you like us, and we like you, so we all have great night together?"

Sarangerel stood behind him awkwardly. Talking about these things was a lot easier than actually doing them, and now that Tsogtyn had spoken the words out loud, she felt a slight tightness in her stomach. Curiosity was eating her up, as Tsogtyn had been her first and only lover, and here was her chance to sample someone else, with his blessings. The tourist was very different to her previous boyfriends and Tsogtyn, with light skin, dark blonde hair and blue eyes. But, the best thing about the situation in her mind, was how temporarily their guests were there. They would leave the next day. They would never meet them again in a bar, or in the super market, nobody would ever know, nobody would ever judge. Furthermore, there was zero chance of forming an emotional attachment. She loved Tsogtyn and did not want to lose him to some other woman. The tourists were the perfect opportunity to push their limits, with almost zero risk of permanent damage. The copious amounts of vodka also helped soothe her worries.

Tsogtyn was thinking of more or less the same. Although his eyes often strayed to other women, he loved Sarangerel and would never have an affair. But here was an opportunity to enjoy a beautiful woman other than his wife, without guilt or repercussions. Another man enjoying his wife was less thrilling, but at the same time, it was only fair, under the circumstances. And it was a price he was willing to pay in order to fuck the beautiful foreigner, to feel her soft breasts in his palms, her long legs wrapped around him, to see her ass cheeks bounce as he pumped her full of his meat... He got hard just thinking about it.

Nadia turned to Atanas with a devilish grin and asked him a simple "Yes?"

He returned the smile, and replied "Yes." She went to her cell phone, and put on one of her favorite songs, 'Lullaby' by The Cure. She stood in the middle of the yurt and started slowly dancing to the rhythm. Tsogtyn, Atanas and Sarangerel sat down to watch her dance. She turned her back to them, slowly moving her hips left and right, peeling off her tank top. Then she moved on to her pants, taking them off in tune with the music. When she took of her bra, she covered her breasts with one arm and turned to face them. She approached Tsogtyn and teased him with her bra, before dropping it in his lap. She turned her back again, moving to the center of the room. She turned her head and looked at her viewers over her shoulder, then leaned forward, bringing her round ass in the center of attention. She slowly rolled her panties down her legs. Tsogtyn was looking at her like a starving wolf, and Atanas was clearly excited by the dance as well. As soon as her panties touched the floor, she confidently turned around, with her hands on her hips, proudly displaying her naked body.

Sarangerel had begun feeling uncomfortable. The foreign woman made her feel like a little girl. She was taller, fuller in all the right places. her hands were not calloused, and she stood with a confidence that Sarangerel envied. How could she compete? Tsogtyn was staring at the foreigner as if hypnotised. What if he didn't like her afterwards?

As she was sitting with dark thoughts filling her mind, Nadia approached her and offered her hand. Sarangerel took it hesitantly, and Nadia pulled her to the center of the 'stage'. Sarangerel hoped the earth would swallow her. Nadia picked up the bottle of vodka, took a swig, and offered it to Sarangerel. She took it with trembling hands and brought it to her lips, downing a big gulp. The strong drink burned her throat, and if she weren't already kind of drunk, she would never have been able to drink that much in a single swig. The foreign woman approached her and said some things which Sarangerel was not sure what they meant, but they sounded comforting. Her cheeks were burning, but she let the stranger unbutton her shirt, then peel off the sleeves and finally take it off of her entirely. She drank some more, and this time, when the tourist unbuttoned her skirt, she shook her hips, to help her pull it down. The two men cheered her on for that slight jiggle, appreciating her getting more into it. She noticed the foreigner was staring at her intensely.

"Could he really want to see me naked?" she thought.

The combination of alcohol, Nadia's encouragement, and the lustful stares of the guys boosted her confidence. She smiled shyly, and tried to do small teasing dance, as she removed her bra. This brought even more encouragement from the men, but now that she was in her panties, her anxiety came back. She had never been completely nude in front of strangers. Nadia stood behind her, and begun massaging her shoulders and neck. Sarangerel;s neck was tight, and the foreigner's soft touch was welcome. The thought that she was almost naked in front of a strange man, and a strange woman was touching her, brought a redness to her cheeks, but the embarrassment was countered by the massage. After a couple of minutes of this, she gathered her courage, and with slow movements, lowered her panties, and raised her eyes to look at her audience. Her husband was looking at her with pride, which gave her a jolt of happiness. The foreigner on the other hand, licked his lips with sexual hunger, and the tightness in his pants ensured that he wasn't faking.

Nadia raised an eyebrow and looked at the men.

"So, are you going to stay like that? This isn't a strip club, you know. You got to join in."

It was as if her words woke them up from a slumber. In moments, they were both completely nude, and both of them were already sporting erections. She walked boldly between them and got hold of a dick with each hand. Tsogtyn grew stiff under her touch, and she felt his cock pulse slightly in her hand. She turned to Sarangerel and motioned her to come over. When the Mongolian woman was next to her, she took her hand and gnetly guided it to Atanas' cock. The young villager blushed brightly, but she did not remove her hand. Instead, she started jerking him off softly.

Tsogtyn felt a slight stab of jealousy, when he saw his wife hand masturbating another man, but such thoughts were swiftly swept away by the soft hand jerking him off. The foreign woman was taller than him, so she bent slightly as she smiled at him. He raised his hands and started fondling her, beginning from her neck and moving downwards. When his hands reached her breasts, he squeezed it gently. It filled his palm, and it was the whitest breast he had ever groped. It remined him of a Russian stripper he had seen when he had visited Ulaanbaatar, the capital, when he was younger. This time though, there was no "no touching" policy. Not only was he groping her freely, but the foreigner was smiling with encouragement. His other hand moved to her ass. It was white, soft and ample, and as he groped it, he realized just how much he wanted to see that ass shaking as he fucked her. Foreplay would soon have to be over.

Atanas on the other hand, had to be patient. Sarangerel was awkward and shy. Although his cock was in her hands, she avoided his eyes and seemed stiff. Taking his lead from what Nadia had done before, he moved behind her and picked up the massage from where Nadia had left it. He massaged her shoulders gently but firmly, and slowly, she begun to soften. After a while, she let out a slight moan of enjoyment, and her hand moved on its own and touched his cock again. Atanas saw that the fortress wall of her embarrassment had cracked, and moved his hands lower, massaging her breasts. Although smaller than Nadia's, they were firm, and her dark nipples demonstrated her excitement.

Nadia had goten very horny. The societal taboo of being about to fuck a married stranger, as well as the feeling of a warm cock in her hand, and rough male hands groping her everywhere, had made her wet. So wet in fact, that she felt the urge to suck the prick in her hand. She really liked sucking dick when she was horny, something which worked out to the benefit of Tsogtyn, as she went to her knees, and swallowed his cock.

Sarangerel watched in amazement as the foreign woman started blowing her husband, who had an expression of utter bliss on his face. Did he like that so much? If she had known, she would have tried it more often. She wanted to make him happy, but they were clearly not very good at sharing their desires. "After that night, we are definitely having more intimate discussions." she thought. "And more blowjobs."

But, since her husband was enjoying himself, surely she was allowed to do the same, right? She turned to face Atanas, and started jerking him off harder. As Atanas saw Nadia blowing their host, he got an idea. He pulled Sarangerel with him towards the couch, where he laid down, and directed her to lay on top of him, with her head between his legs and her groin above his face. When she saw the stranger's cock right before her face, she almost lost her nerve. But the next moment, something warm and wet started exploring her folds, and her shame was washed away. She moaned with pleasure, and the tourist's cock slipped into her mouth.

Tsogtyn was enjoying Nadia's blowjob. He liked blowjobs very much, but he was too embarrassed to ask Sarangerel, and she didn't initiate them herself very often. But now look at her! She was blowing the stranger with enthusiasm! He stared for a moment, realizing that he really, really liked his woman. But his attention was drawn back to the blond head bobbing up and down his cock. The foreign woman seemed to really enjoy sucking his dick and it showed. She was touching herself as she blew him and let out muffled moans. Tsogtyn was harder than he'd ever been in his life!