Our marriage was originally what is called fictitious. I loved and love her more than life since school. When we were in the 6th grade, I brought her briefcase to the house and confessed my love for the first time, in a fit of youthful passion, I said that in this autumn mud I was ready to lick her soles of boots, so I love her, to which she, without thinking, raised her leg and ordered: "lick!". I immediately knelt in a puddle at the entrance and began to lick her boot, after she, laughing, kicked me with them and went home. For a long time, to the amazement of passersby, I remained in a puddle on my knees. She then rejected me, but I was young and full of hope. Now hopes have come true. We sit together at the wedding table, and she is my bride. Good lord Thank you! What happiness!

The wedding was lush and very quick. There was no time, just about the typical forms for pregnant women began to show off, and the father of the child refused outright refused both the child and her, however, he accepted the invitation to our wedding and even playing the role of a witness, sat next to her on the left side, as befits a witness.

On an autumn rainy day, she knocked on me.

- You will be my official husband, today we are going to submit an application, but you don’t even dream about any sex, at the wedding we will only kiss for the decency of the guests, and, so that I wouldn’t push my dirty language in my mouth, not for your slimy tongue, everything! - it sounded the same as eight years ago, in the same rainy-dirty November day, when I heard the first order from her - “lick!”.

She knocked at my house when I had already buried all my hopes for her. All the years of my attempts to get at least a little attention from her did not bear fruit. She laughed at me, she was always cold, she had friends, boyfriends, and with all she behaved as arrogantly cold, she considered herself a queen, a goddess ... but ... until she brought her up to a disco on a black BMW local gangster, older than her by 10 years. (Especially for eroticspace.info — sexitails.org) What is a local gangster on the “behe” at the beginning of the hard 90s people of my age remember. And this one was also older than her, which means more experienced, moreover, a great authority known in the area. In a brown leather jacket, a huge golden cross on a chest on a gold chain, a belt with jeans on a trunk with a full clip plus a cool car, everyone in the area knows it, everything is in complete poverty, everyone is trembling, in the yard again dashing 90s I was before him? She immediately fell in love with him. She was fascinated by him instantly and also quickly became pregnant from him, but, as I said, he was not going to marry her and the child was completely useless, she was afraid of abortions, and she didn’t want to. He's a tough guy, she thought, for sure there will be a son and as tough in life as his father, a sin to kill. So she decided. Well, in order not to produce fatherlessness, and in people so that everything was like everyone else (the Soviet upbringing also had an effect) on the role of the husband and the official father of the child she chose me. I was beside myself with happiness.

Under the first shouts of “bitterly!” Were my first and last happy kisses in life. I did not stick my tongue out, as she had told me, but with my lips I touched her beautiful lips. I still live with these most exciting memories of my life. After the solemn part passed, all the formalities were completed and all the traditional and useless toasts were uttered and the guests rushed to the dances who were drunk and who were in a fight, each in his aspiration and taste, my bride, without ceremony, and even without being honored It is usually accepted in such cases, simply leaned toward the zipper on the trousers of the witness and the biological father of the unborn child, and without taking off the veil, with a hand in white openwork gloves pulled out an impressive member of the gangster and immediately took it into his mouth. I was left silently, sitting in the place of honor of the groom, humbly endure all this and observe with my peripheral vision as my bride, and now her legal spouse, sucks a member of her neighbor at the festive table and the most authoritative bandyuk in the area ...

He finished violently and even with moans. Half of the hall saw and heard this picture, but the situation was too merry and someone even shouted “bitterly!”, To which my bride and now his wife, swallowing the last drop of sperm, rose, turned in my direction with a smile, slightly corrected the veil and without wiping my lips with a napkin, over which fresh sperm of another man was smeared and hung down, touched my lips with mine. Then, with the hand that the alien member had just held, the spouse squeezed the corners of my mouth, thereby making it clear that she wanted me to open my mouth, which I immediately did, and poured the rest of my lover's seed into my mouth, along with my saliva . And all this was happening at the expense of the guests, taken at weddings after the signal "bitter!". I was really bitter to take his wife's lover's sperm from the wife herself, bitterly and disgusting, but I accepted!

Then everyone, including his wife and her lover, drank and ate, danced, congratulated the spouses, even gave gifts. Everyone was having fun, everyone except me, although I realized that what I had dreamed of all my adult life, that is, about a wedding with her, had come true, so what more could I want, so what am I so bitter about !? Well, you will think, my bride and wife already spat into my mouth the sperm of her lover, from whom she is now pregnant! Well, you will think that about any sex my bride and wife forbade me to even think! How gentle we are that we cannot take it calmly when you have only dreamed about it all your life!

Began to disperse after midnight. Under some foolish farewell, jokes and jokes we were taken to the bridal room, where my young wife was told to light all the candles and sit quietly in a corner. The lover of his young wife came in, without waiting until all the guests calmed down and went their separate ways, especially since most of them left to sleep right there, at my side in the house, drunkenly snoring and sniffing. My now legitimate wife and her now lover and real father of our future child with her, groaning wildly, sweating, in one word - fucking like the first or last time, fucking her for everyone, in the dim flickering of the candle it was visible as the wife sucks , then he puts his ass in front of him, then he lies on his back and spreads his legs and pushes pushes ... and only in the morning they fell asleep. Soon I also fell asleep, sitting modestly on a stool in a secluded corner of the bedroom for the newlyweds. So my first wedding night passed.

Later, like most of the bandits of the 90s, his wife's lover was killed by placing explosives under his behu. Thank God for driving that day he was himself. Usually he let me work as a chauffeur for him, as a close family friend and witness at a wedding. There was no other work in our town then, and I had to somehow feed my family - my wife and the daughter of this bandyuk, who was born soon after the wedding, so I was happy with this kind of income.

Now we have more or less stabilized. I began to earn good money and still love my spouse. From our daughter, we try to hide the story of her birth, and I treat her absolutely like my own.

But my precious wife still refuses to love me, alas.