As the first time I cheated on my husband. With whom? But who knows when treason begins, and when there are still purely physiological needs. Now I am (or still) 35 years old. At 22 I got married. Not a virgin. Before the wedding, I already had two muzchin. But if with one of them we just fucked a couple of times (I never got an orgasm with him), then with the second we did it for half a year. Here I had orgasms and oral sex. Everything. But after graduating from the pedagogical school, I was in the distribution into the village 100 kilometers from this city. The teacher in the village was always in sight. I lived in a dorm. A ladies boy started walking up to me. Well, I thought so just to have sex. And he began to talk seriously about the wedding. I was even thinking about whether it was going to happen or not. Well here, during the next visit to my hometown, I met him. With my future husband. Only I certainly did not know about it. In general, I started to fuck on two fronts. On weekdays in the village, and on weekends at home. This home also offered to marry and I agreed. Being already considered a bride, returning to the village, I still fell asleep in the arms of another. The time has passed. I got married. But I needed to finish the year in the village.

Sitting at my wedding, I idolized my husband. She herself swore. Everything. Nor any changes. On Sunday the last wedding day was done. On Monday, early morning I go to my village to work. And in the evening, on the same day, I again stood with cancer at my writing desk (the bed was very creaky), with incidence and simultaneously with contempt for myself, I received progressive movements in my vagina. And so reassuring myself that I’m fucking this by inertia, drove to this village for another three months. I returned home. All these three months I fucked with another, being already married. But I again, once again, reassured myself as I could. That I came to my hometown, to my husband and now, no, no. Well, only now, in my concept, the first time I izminila husband. When I returned to my city, there were no places in the school. And I was sent as a teacher to a kindergarten. Worked fine. After a couple of months, I noticed the increased attention of our carpenter. We had such a full-time position in kindergarten. A 55-year-old muzchin worked there for half a day. For me, 22-year-old, he seemed very old. Everyone called him Viktorovich. By patronymic and everything. And now he will give me that compliment, he will smack on the ass, and even grab his chest. He had a separate carpentry workshop where he repaired tables, chairs for children, and so on. And once in my group, two high chairs scattered strongly. During a quiet hour, I took them and went to Viktorovich in the workshop. As soon as I entered, he immediately climbed up to hug me. I then was in a denim skirt just above the knee. Blouse. Well, panties and bra. Viktorovich immediately limped over to me and hugging his ass began to press me.

I haven't thought anything like that yet. I tried to laugh it off. But he turns out to do everything seriously. - - Dear, I respected the old man - he whispered to me - I went to visit. - -Viktorovich, I'm on the case. - Yes, yes, the swallow of course, in the case. With one hand he continued to paw my butt, and with the other he felt through the bra my nipple, tingling it slightly. Having listened to my feelings, to my shame, I realized that I wanted him. Well, he's old. I tried to stop myself, but I could not. And she was also ashamed to spread her legs. But Viktorovich already unzipped my blouse. - -Viktorovich what are you doing? - I tried to stop him with words and slightly resisting. - -Now girl, now. - he mumbled like without hearing my question. He unzipped my blouse to the navel and began to lift the bra up. “Well, Viktorovich,” I said with pressure, making an involuntary movement of my shoulders, and my breasts jumped out of the bra cups. - -So what? - I asked, no longer resisting, as if to say: Played and that's enough.

Yeah.It was not there. Viktorovich fingered my boobs, on which the nipples are treacherously swollen. - Yes, yes devonka - he continued to mutter - Now. Viktorovich took my hand and led me to the workbench. He put me near him, and he began to go around me, as if appreciating. When he came back, he began to stroke my back. His hand gently, slowly began to rise up to my neck. When his hand was on my neck, he suddenly began to push her in front. I involuntarily bent over and, so as not to fall, rested my hands on the workbench. And then his second hand slipped under my skirt. I did not have time to move the legs, as his palm has already covered my panties on my crotch. “Well, that's too much.” - I was agitated. And then. There wasn’t enough that this old man would feel that from his caress my writing had begun to ooze. But Viktorovich showed himself an experienced lover. Without encroaching on my indignation, not the slightest attention His fingers had already penetrated under my panties and slipped over wet lips and sank to them precisely having felt my clitter. Everything. I got here. After a little more embarrassment, I realized that I was no longer turning away.

Yes, I did not want to. I already wanted only one. This old man. I leaned lower, spreading my legs wider. His hand pushed my panties away more and began to caress me more freely. Kliterok. Sponges. His finger began to dive into my vagina. Then he pulled back a little making some movements with his trousers. - - Below the sun - he said - Bend over lower. I cupped my elbows on the workbench. Viktorovich with one hand, together with her panties, drew off the half of my butt, and the other with the other half. I realized that he was considering my vagina, which had opened in all its beauty. I felt on the course of the vagina something. Naturally, I realized what it is. And here his head slightly hooked on the lips of my vagina entered me. And then after a second pause, he began to push it into me. It felt like his dick was pretty impressive (as it turned out, I was not mistaken).

He walked into me tightly, filling everything completely, touching the walls of the vagina and stopped just in a few millimeters from the uterus. Viktorovich's hips pressed against my buttocks. And he began his love moves. During the movements, his head began to poke into my womb. He had no quick, hurried movements, he did everything dimensionally. After 5-6 of his movements, I got a little orgasm. He understood that. He let go of my ass and, continuing to move, he wrapped his arms around my breasts and began to pull at my nipples. - “Oh, you, my sweetheart,” Viktorovich growled — my little one. Grieved. Wanted. Love you this is my kytsya. After these words, I received a second small orgasm and almost immediately Viktorovich pulled out his penis from me. I did not look back, but continued to stand like this. But Viktorovich behind me groaned and I realized that he just did not cum in me. In this kindergarten, I worked for four years. And on how much to say that all four years Viktorovich was my lover. Then there were others, and during his time there were, but he was THE FIRST !!!