That summer, for the first time, her husband went on vacation not to my homeland, but to his, in a small Siberian village on the banks of the Irtysh. My husband and I have been married for three years now, but the child has not yet been brought up. In order to protect against unwanted pregnancy, I inserted a spiral. Mother-in-law did not like it when she found out about the spiral.

- What kind of nonsense, shove all sorts of nast in yourself if only the child did not work! You throw it! Make me happy next year's grandson or granddaughter ...

She then returned to this topic more than once. Right all ears buzzed us with Vasily! Once and not at all in a whisper, but in full voice began to speak to me, not ashamed of the fact that the elder brother of Vasily was sleeping in the next room of the hut. I couldn’t find a place in the kitchen at the table, burning with shame: what if I wasn’t sleeping and could hear everything, and my mother-in-law about this damn spiral rinses my brain? And I was torn to say in my excuse a week earlier that I had a face, but so far I have a spiral. Well, I could not calmly listen to the reproaches of my mother-in-law to my husband — not, I say, he took a woman.

Husband bee husband has long died. I did not even see him alive. Only in the photo in the album. The eldest son, Boris, was divorced before our wedding. Then he married again and again sold. Both wife paid alimony. But purely symbolic, as he had no permanent job, and the casual wages in the village did not give him much money. Boris was my eldest husband for five years, but his height and build are the same with him. Even the face look like! At home he spent the night rarely in the summer. Lost fishing with overnight stays. He had a hut on the Irtysh. Came only for groceries. But what are the products in the village? Potatoes, tomatoes, cucumbers, milk, eggs. Something else could have been bought at the village store. Zatar, Boris disappeared again. He is there, on the Irtysh, salted fish caught, smoked, smoked. Sometimes he drove to the district center and sold it. In a word, a quick man. But Boris had a big minus - drank. Alcohol and became the reason that he was abandoned by his wife. And our arrival with Vasily, of course, Boris used as an excuse for drinks. I did not like it, but I was silent - there wasn’t enough to quarrel with my mother-in-law.

If Boris spent the night at home, then my husband and I went to sleep in the hayloft. There was less comfort, but it slept stronger and sweeter than in a stuffy hut. I do not like alcohol. Under the general mood at the table I can drink some wine. Vodka do not drink at all. I did not even try to drink it. And then that late evening the mother-in-law, Boris and Vasily persuaded me to drink a little of the moonshine, since there is no wine on the table. Like, moonshine is not vodka, it will be weaker. I drank it. I almost turned inside out from this shit. But in my head it was soon pleasantly rustling. Then they persuaded me to drink a second glass. At the table, it seems, they were ready to sit and drink before the morning roosters. I already wanted to sleep. She got up, not paying attention to the entreaties to sit still, went to the hayloft. The "bed" there lay a purely rustic - an old sheepskin coat, a woolen quilt patchwork and a large "family" pillow. She undressed, lay down, covered herself with a blanket and almost immediately fell asleep - yet the moonshine had an effect on me as a good sleeping pill.

I woke up when the newcomer Basil began to lie down beside him. But instead of falling asleep, he threw back the blanket from me, habitually pawed at his bare breasts, crushed them, began to stroke his stomach, and then began to feel at my bottom, inserted a finger into the vagina. My head was noisy, I really wanted to sleep on.

- Vasya, come on in the morning, eh? I do not want something.

But he seemed not to hear these words of mine. Silently climbed onto my stomach, spread my legs.

- Vasya, dear, well, do not ... I do not want ... come on then ...

It was dark in the hayloft, I randomly found my husband's lips with my lips, kissed her, and continued to persuade:

- Then ... how much do you want ... eh?

But my husband did not even respond to my kiss with his kiss, he breathed in my face a samogonny smell. I felt how he hastily groped for his small labia. Here he spread them to the side.I sighed doom, said:

- Well, well, e ... - only I will sleep under you.

Husband drove a hard cock deep into my stomach, leaned over the whole body. Vagina habitually wrapped member from all sides. My husband and I had sex last night at the same hayloft. Then Vasily took me again. But this is already a day in the hut, when the mother-in-law went shopping in the village shop. So there was no shortage of sex now. And besides, I wildly wanted to sleep. But what could be a dream, when a strongly erogirovanny member slides back and forth with passionate pushes into the vagina and an elastic large head time after time so nicely rests against my cervix, stirring everything there! I wrapped my arms around my husband's back. What kind of jester did he not take off his unbuttoned shirt? (Especially for eroticspace.info — secateals org) I now wanted to stroke him on the back. However, he did not take off his pants, but only lowered them to his knees. This fever took the man in the middle of the night! Quit, what? A drunk can not cope with his lust. Yes, I myself am no better than my husband now - my head hurts from samokonka, it makes me sick, I want to sleep, but the vagina flowed with sexual mucus is in itself and seems to be sitting on a sliding trunk without my desire. With trepidation, I feel the rhythmic touch of the scrotum with the eggs in my back ... Oh my God, what is happening to me? Probably all the fault of the moonshine. And this insatiable thirst in the vagina of a drunken woman is due to the fact that I was drunk.

In the tears of the roof, I saw the night sky. The stars there were swaying back and forth in time with our husband and sex act. Hay rustled under the sheepskin coat. In the dark there was still a quickened sniff of her husband. He tried, as deeply as possible to send the head member. And I helped him with this, lifting my hairy crotch up with pushes, catching the head with the bottom of the vagina, for a moment we froze both when she rested against the cervix. With increasing enjoyment, I now and then stuck a swollen clit into my husband's hairy pubis. Hundreds of times we have already done this with Vasily, getting an orgasm. But now it was especially sweet. It looks like alcohol has become sexual doping. The delicious tickling that is growing in the clitoris is about to lead me to the desired orgasm. I would have time to finish before my husband, otherwise I would remain without an orgasm ... I began to furiously push the current vagina into my penis. The sparkle flashed in my head: “Now ... now ... now!” In the clitoris, as if the electricity was discharged, an incredibly pleasant heat came from him. The underbelly of my belly began to twitch convulsively. A second later, I began to fly away to the heavenly heaven of ecstasy. I groaned, feeling the orgasmic vagina speeded up by the strong jolts of the penis. Another push ... another ... another ... Then several very sharp jolts in a row. My husband squeezed me tightly in his arms, convulsively pulled a member, then stopped. And then I familiarly felt the entrance of the vagina, as at the root of the penis began to shrink something, I realized that sperm poured into the vagina.

- Mmm-mmm-mmm, - her husband groaned, resumed pushes a member. But the tremors became weaker and weaker. Then Vasily got up from me. But did not go to bed next, although I really wanted to now caress him after our so good sex. The hayloft door creaked in the dark.

- Vasya, where are you going?

- Leave and smoke is necessary.

I have been waiting for him for a long time. Then she fell asleep unnoticed. I woke up from the morning cold. My husband was not at hand. It is clear, he left with Boris for the morning bite. I also need to get up and help the mother-in-law - to milk the cow, drive her to the shepherd in the herd, clean the potatoes ... But you never know, women do things in the morning! I left the hayloft and went to the hut.

- Mom, where's Vasily?

“I slept here all night on Boris’s bed, and the early morning went fishing with him.”

My jaw dropped slowly. My husband couldn’t even come to my hayloft after sleeping, he was sleeping in a hut! What a news! “With whom I am ...” - lightning flashed through my head. I sighed quietly, understanding everything. But this is still my terrible secret, Vasily will never know that I am drunk and accidentally fucked in the hayloft not with him, but with his brother. This is what happens in life.