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From the author. Presented story created by the order of the reader. All characters are fictional. Any coincidence with people who actually live or have ever lived by chance.
The following parts will be published as you write. Auto warmly welcomes the discussion in the comments and personal messages, as well as open to a dialogue about new ideas for future stories, wishes and constructive criticism. Enjoy reading!
With the vacation we were lucky. Finally, my wife Lala and I fell for him ...
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The following parts will be published as you write. Auto warmly welcomes the discussion in the comments and personal messages, as well as open to a dialogue about new ideas for future stories, wishes and constructive criticism. Enjoy reading!
With the vacation we were lucky. Finally, my wife Lala and I fell for him ...
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Almost 6 am, autumn. On the street slush, drizzle light rain, cold. I sit in the car waiting for my wife, my favorite. And she comes out of the door. Waving his hand to me, approaching, hard to get into the car. All disheveled, no makeup but some sort of contented, or something. - Home, I ask. - Yes. Tired of talking. - How is it? I'm interested in her. - Let me tell you later, I'm tired ... - Ok. We are going home, from the spouse is not an unsungable smell of cocktail, there is also a slight fume, tobacco smoke. And most importantly ...
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“Is it weak, right now, to pick up a man? Well, it's weak, admit it. Weak, weak. All you women invent. There are no goats away from us, of course. So prove it. “Sanya with a grin glanced at his wife. They were driving on the highway, Sanya was driving, their shabby long life "Audi".
“Wouldn't you regret it, hubby?” Lera, who was sitting in the passenger seat, snapped at her husband. “You, asshole, at least understand what you are pushing me to? You think I can not? Even as I can, dork. We are women and not so capable. We only ...
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“Wouldn't you regret it, hubby?” Lera, who was sitting in the passenger seat, snapped at her husband. “You, asshole, at least understand what you are pushing me to? You think I can not? Even as I can, dork. We are women and not so capable. We only ...
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I have not written anything for a long time for the most banal reason - there was nothing to describe. After the events outlined in the previous parts of the story, after a couple of not-so-successful joint pastimes, our depraved trio told us to live long. I don’t dare to point out exactly the reason, whether my wife’s jealousy towards his girlfriend, or Roma’s attitude, or something else I don’t know, but the fact remains ...
Interest, mainly from Lena’s side, has dried up, my “combat” comrade stopped coming along ...
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Interest, mainly from Lena’s side, has dried up, my “combat” comrade stopped coming along ...
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Perhaps this should be called kukoldom. And you will be judged by reading this story, which I compiled for you, carefully observing punctuation and spelling. Your feedback in PM and comments are very welcome.
Perhaps, my situation and my approach to understanding the exciting topics of SW, or rather cuckolds, will be largely non-standard, and maybe everything is much more trivial, and you will tell me that there are millions of them enough to fool myself, but I certainly will not listen to you . The fact is that she is not mine. I...
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Perhaps, my situation and my approach to understanding the exciting topics of SW, or rather cuckolds, will be largely non-standard, and maybe everything is much more trivial, and you will tell me that there are millions of them enough to fool myself, but I certainly will not listen to you . The fact is that she is not mine. I...
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My name is Oleg, and I want to share my revelations.
I am 25 years old, an ordinary guy, pretty cute blue-eyed blond, of medium build, I do not catch stars from the sky. My wife Ksyusha is just beautiful, she is 24 years old, 165 cm tall, a brown-eyed blonde with a sweet face, smooth skin like a child, she has beautiful puffy boobs, elastic ass, and a beautiful, neat, pink-colored pizden, that my girl's pussy is not broken. I adore her, she is a goddess. Simply...
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I am 25 years old, an ordinary guy, pretty cute blue-eyed blond, of medium build, I do not catch stars from the sky. My wife Ksyusha is just beautiful, she is 24 years old, 165 cm tall, a brown-eyed blonde with a sweet face, smooth skin like a child, she has beautiful puffy boobs, elastic ass, and a beautiful, neat, pink-colored pizden, that my girl's pussy is not broken. I adore her, she is a goddess. Simply...
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Once I came back home from a walk. It was a warm evening, it was already dark, and my way was through a small alley, not far from which was a nightclub.Walking along the avenue, I notice a little to the side, on the grass, near a tree, someone is squatting. Looking closely, I understand that this is a girl, he fulfills a little need. She was wearing a light blouse and a light loose, like a sundress, dark-colored skirt, which at that moment she pulled up to ease. On the feet of the usual open ...
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Once a friend came to us. The friend's name was Nikolai - he is a friend of her husband's childhood. He divorced not so long ago - he suffered from the absence of a lady.
To us - this is to the married couple - Igor and Alena.
We were married for many years and occasionally in bed there were different fantasies about the third in our bed. At such moments we were especially excited and stimulated by each other's stories. For long stories, we already sucked together in stories and I licked her after her lover and fantasized ...
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To us - this is to the married couple - Igor and Alena.
We were married for many years and occasionally in bed there were different fantasies about the third in our bed. At such moments we were especially excited and stimulated by each other's stories. For long stories, we already sucked together in stories and I licked her after her lover and fantasized ...
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Heroes of my novel: Olga, 38 years old. Works as a secretary. Olga's husband is Igor, 40 years old. And he also works in the same company. Igor is a security guard. Three children: daughters 17 and 19 years; son - 18 years old. And finally, the main one in this family triangle: as the owner of this family: Pavel, the son of the general director.
Olga has a passionate affair with the general manager's son - with Pavel. Pavel is 22 years old. When I, as the author of this novel, met Olga, then at that time Olga’s novel was with ...
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Olga has a passionate affair with the general manager's son - with Pavel. Pavel is 22 years old. When I, as the author of this novel, met Olga, then at that time Olga’s novel was with ...
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nbsp; - Hey! Hey! - I calmly stood in the queue and did not immediately realize that they were addressing me. And it is difficult to guess from the impersonal "hey" that it is you who is called. People in the bar enough. - A glass of light and a liter with you. - The phrase I threw to the bartender coincided with another shout, to which something was added, - Hey! Igor, fuck!
Ah, this is for me. Yes, and I learned the voice ...
In the corner of the room at the table were two. One pretty big guy to me ...
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Ah, this is for me. Yes, and I learned the voice ...
In the corner of the room at the table were two. One pretty big guy to me ...
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