released.

Having closed in the bathroom, I finally took off my bra, annoyed for the day, threw it into the washer and then pulled off the white silk panties, but thinking for some reason did not throw them behind, but put it in the pocket of the robe. And as it turned out later, this was a very correct decision, although at that moment my actions were completely unconscious.
Then she went out, stood in the hallway listening to the snoring coming from my bedroom and turning on tiptoe to sneak into the small room where Roman was lying. Passing by the couch in the hallway, I took off and put on my dressing gown, stayed only in a thin, short nightgown.

Perfectly orienting myself in the darkness of my apartment, I got up on the bedside rug and quietly whispered: “Well, move over something ... I invited you myself, but I didn’t prepare a place.” I heard a slight movement of the body and sat on the mattress, I threw my legs on the bed. Then lay on her back and pulled to her blanket to hide behind.
After a minute of painful silence, without waiting for any "hostilities", I said turning to the ceiling: "Move over so that I lie in the middle and ... can you lie down all the same on me?"
When Roman, resting his hands, gently sank down from above, I felt his long “crowbar” and large eggs between our stomachs, which made me warm up and “swam” between my legs.

- “You're too careful. Well, press a little bit to me, otherwise I don’t feel you at all. In the kitchen, so he was grabbing ... Here, closer to my breasts, I am pleased. Let's raise the shirt higher ... now lie down on them. “- I whispered hugging Roman by the neck and strong muscular back. In response, he just sniffed from pleasure and fiddled his breasts over my boobs.
- “And now I will raise my legs and you slowly, slowly, will do the most important thing. Are you ready? ”I bent my legs in my knees and spread them wide apart. A member of Roma went down below and sticking past a couple of times, on the third attempt, he got into a wet slot, like a spear piercing me right through to my stomach.

He was not less than 80 kilograms of weight, and I just silently groaned, while he pressed me to the mattress, swayed and heavily sprung on my big breasts, tapping eggs on the buttocks and anus. Even despite the long abstinence, our sexual intercourse lasted about five to seven minutes, and only after that Roman let out a long stream of me, then another and more ... When he fell off on one side, I was finally able to breathe deeply, but under the influence of an orgasm she continued to lie with her arms spread out and tried to regain her breath, still unable to speak normally.

- “I hope that now you feel better. And to me a silence ... well, you get it shorter. All good night. “- Having finally recovered my breath, I got out of bed, inserted a finger into my vagina and, lowering my nightgown as I went, hurried to the bathroom.
“Will you come back, Aunt Lyuba?” Roma whispered hopefully after me.
- “Rumor, did you forget who sleeps in the next room?” Or do you want us to be in big trouble? ”
From my own experience, I knew that he certainly would not be enough once, but it was too dangerous to stay with him any longer — my husband could wake up at any moment.

The labia were enlarged and reddened, but a slight tingling in them was rather pleasant than painful. After washing out vaginal clots of sperm, I stood and brushed my hair in front of a mirror.
“What a good dick is ... so long.” When I first stuck it in me, sparks almost fell from my eyes, and then it was so nice ... I got to every corner of me. And why are husbands so zealously trying to protect our vaginas from foreign members? He himself benefits — we become both more tender and agreeable after that ... well, and we don’t throw them at the end, we still love them stupid. “- I continued to talk about myself, looking at my reflection.

In the corridor, I picked up and put on a dressing gown thrown there, buttoned up all the buttons and trying not to creak in the door, squeezed sideways into the bedroom. When I quietly entered, my husband slept peacefully lying on his side, his hands under the pillow.
- "Petya ..." - I slightly pushed him over the shoulder-zero reaction. I sat a little beside him, and then straightened the blanket that had strayed to the side and lay down beside him.
I was not at all afraid if Igor found out about what had happened. Our relations with him in intimate and sexual terms were very trusting (but don’t think what, God forbid) so much that even before the army he sometimes covered me before my husband if I did something carelessly and allowed me to hide some of my “tricks” like lubricants and all kinds of ladies' toys that my Pete did not need to see.
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In the morning my husband woke up first. I, as befits a faithful wife, lay with him beside me and slept weary with various female concerns. Peter looked, of course, crumpled and unhappy.
- "And we do not have a beer ... cold?" - He bleated addressing me.
- “You drank everything yesterday, forgot? Well, yes, I still ask. If you want to go yourself, I will not go, but Roman is still asleep. “Seeing that there was nowhere to go, I began to dress in the store.

... So, going up to the window, I left my ass leaning against the window sill and, not suspecting anything, watched as the husband walked out of the staircase, going a corner to the nearest store.
And then I felt like my robe lifted up and right in the ass, under the butt of the gun rests against the buttocks. If it was a “gun”, it was very large, because I knew who it belongs to.
- “Roma, what did you do?” My husband will be back in ten minutes! ”- I wanted to straighten myself, but for some reason, instead, I lifted one leg, letting in the“ barrel ”of the gun, which immediately entered me by a third. There was nothing left for me but to lower it to half the blinds so that the outside could not see what is happening behind my back and continue to follow the street, while Roman was pushing his combat unit deeper and deeper.

Then he took my hands by the hips and began to move smoothly inside me. Despite the fact that he did it gently, I could not relax and enjoy, because at that time my Peter appeared in the courtyard, who was approaching the porch with a bag in his hand. Without reaching the door he raised his head and noticed me in the window, waved his hand. At the height of the fifth floor, thank God, it was difficult to see the expression on my face, and it was exactly what a standing cancer should have, in the pre-orgasmic state of a wife, at the sight of her returning husband.

- “Romochka, my dear, well, faster! My husband is already coming! ”- I desperately pushed my ass, trying to quickly ejaculate, and fortunately it worked - the“ gun ”finally fired with a few jolts, letting my“ warhead ”into me and waited for half a minute until it finally subsides, I unbent myself jumping off of his trunk. While Roman was fastening and buttoning his pants, hiding his still half-standing "trunk", I frantically wondered what to do. If I took a couple of steps, I would begin to drip onto the floor, because there was not a pair of spittle, but full-bodied portion of young morning eggs Having put my hand into the pocket of my robe, I suddenly felt my underpants there and, without thinking twice, inserted them and squeezed them between my legs, then crumpling and cursing, I started putting my finger into the vagina with my finger until only a corner of white silk remained outside.

When my husband walked up the stairs and entered the apartment, I was already, as if nothing had happened, placed glasses for beer and plates with snacks on the table. Roman had only a few hours left before the train, so there was still time to sit quietly, have a drink and even then have a little rest before the road. (Especially for eroticspace.info — sexitails.org) One could already go and pull out panties from the vagina, but I was not in a hurry to do it, because when walking and bending down in the lower abdomen there were surprisingly pleasant sensations that could even bring to orgasm.

Noticing the strange expression of my face and dilated pupils, Petya asked: "Mother, are you okay? How are you feeling?"
- “Oh, nothing, just slept badly today. You snore all night. “I quickly lied, feeling the warm sweetness rolling in and continuing to gently squeeze and unclench my hips. At the same time, I thought about the shape of the Romino member. As already mentioned, he was long, but not fat, that is, perfect for my butt, and if Roma asked me to give him my ass at night, I would have done it with pleasure. But he did not guess, but I myself was too ashamed to offer myself. And why am I so indecisive? ..

It would seem that this should all end, but it turned out a little differently, and if dear readers are interested in this simple story, I will certainly tell you everything, but only in the next part.

Sincerely, your modest Love Andreevna or just Aunt Lyuba.

Takazuko