- Yul, there’s no point in me going there — I don’t know anyone and will only disturb you, so we’ll go together, but I’ll just stay at my mother-in-law at home while you sit in a cafe. - to which the spouse did not particularly object.
For this event, at six o'clock on the appointed day, tables were ordered at a local restaurant, which was located on the outskirts of the village, and half an hour before the start of the “charges”, Julia walked along the village habit, walking around the village habit.
- You see there, well ... so that everything would be fine, I, seeing off my pretty wife, and in response, fooling around, just twisted her chubby butt funny and laughed. Well, of course, we were joking, because there was never a reason for jealousy.
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The time was approaching twelve, but my “classmate” did not return home. It is dark in the street, I was going far away, I gathered myself, went to meet my spouse, and after twenty minutes, I was approaching the right place. Around it was quiet and deserted, but only the luminous windows of the “tavern eatery”, and the shadows flashing in them, spoke of the presence of living people.
Before the entrance to the cafe, I had to walk about twenty meters, when suddenly his door opened and a woman came out onto the veranda. In the light of a light bulb hanging above the entrance, around which moths and midges curled, creating odd flickering shadows on the walls and asphalt roads, I recognized my wife in it, who came down from the porch, stopped for a second, as if unusually slightly shaken, and then looking back back at the door, went to the corner.
- It seems that classmates have already “sat down” well. "In small" probably wanted. Okay, wait here. - I thought, and did not begin to call her.
The fact is that in such establishments of such a level, there was simply no internal toilet, and, you know, it was not very pleasant to go to an unlit lavatory on the street at night, and therefore it was most convenient to celebrate the “light need” behind the bushes in the landing. .
But less than a minute passed, as a man followed my wife, a man came out of the door. After standing at the entrance, as if I were listening to the sounds of a quiet summer night, he ran down the steps and disappeared in the same direction where Yulia had just left.
- What is it, just a coincidence? Or did he specifically go for her? - in my chest I immediately squeezed, and in my throat there was even an unpleasant lump formed from a vague, bad foreboding. Staying aside, and wondering what is happening there behind the trees, I was not allowed to suddenly feel a sense of jealousy, but I did not go after the illuminated place, but walked around the cafe on the other side, and reaching the first bushes, began to listen to the darkness.
Ten meters away from me, I heard a sizzling relief, a hissing urine stream running into the grass, and at the same time a crunch of broken branches under someone’s feet.
- Oh, who is this, who is there? ... and ... you, scared ... what, too? - the spouse addressed the man who approached her, continuing to empty her bladder. Now in the dim moonlight, and the faint yellow reflections of the light bulb flying from the side of the cafe, her head was peeping out of the bushes, and the silhouette appeared next to her. It was felt in her voice that she was very drunk. In any case, in this form, I have never seen her before, because Julia generally drank very rarely and very little, but here she didn’t calculate her strength when she repeatedly raised “for the meeting”.
“Well, turn away, let me rise ...” in a shaky voice, she turned to her unexpectedly appeared “guest”. But instead of retreating, he suddenly crouched next to my wife, who continued to squat with his panties lowered.
I did not know what to do or how to act in such a situation. Call your wife and stop this "toilet" meeting? So nothing has happened yet - two accidentally collided in the bushes. The husband who refused to go to the party, now at night, climbs on the landings and watches the writing wife? I stood behind a tree and silently waited for Julia to finally rise and return to the cafe, so that later, culturally, she would take her home from there. But she continued to sit.
- Yes, where are you ... there is wet ... well, do not ... oh! - it seems a stranger, brazenly took a hand from below, for the outwardly exposed, hairy "farm" of my wife, but instead of pushing him away, she suddenly slowly leaned back, leaning back, on the tree trunk behind her.
“We can be seen ... suddenly, who will come out here ... Oohhh ...” Julia muttered drunkenly in a lustful whisper. Now, posing as myself, I would find myself in an even more stupid situation — to save my wife, who herself puts her “secret” places to another man, looked simply ridiculous.
Now, if she didn’t want and resisted, then another conversation, but she most likely liked it, on the contrary. Chilled with emotion and unable to move, I could not believe my eyes, continued to stand and look.
- Well, who will come here, Yulenka? ... Just touch it ... take it in your hand ... have you tried this? - it was clear that the man offered to my wife, to take him, probably for a huge dick, and it seems she did not refuse, because her disjointed whisper came to me:
- No, so big ... did not try ... but ... if the husband finds out ... he has me ...
- So no one will ever know ... all wives sometimes do it ... well, come on Julia, once. - the unknown persuaded his potential partner, whose husband, stood a few meters away and watched the behavior of a drunken wife. Even now, it was not too late to stop all this incompatibility, but looking at how easily Julia agreed to have sex, I didn’t have a desire to interfere and disgrace, my pride did not allow. But to turn and go, too, did not have enough strength.
“So me, go to bed ... on wet grass, or what? ... It's dirty here ...” she asked in a strangled tongue, breathing often and nervously.
- Do not go to bed ... You get up near a tree and ... just bend over. - after these words, I saw how the spouse rose, turned her face to the tree, and holding her hands with her, bent low.
Not having the strength, to throw the hem of the dress on her back, she waited for help from her friend, who immediately did it.
In the night, large female buttocks and white panties lowered onto the thighs clearly brightened. It’s not difficult for me to describe such details, because even after many years, everything that happened then still stands before my eyes, as if it was just yesterday.
The man’s member was apparently “non-standard”, because my wife, even being drunk, quietly squeezed several times when he pushed into her from behind, but then she fell silent and only bent lower. At that moment it seemed to me that I somehow caught on a branch over my head ...
No, further there were no loud moans or shouts — only the male and female drunken sniff could be heard, but the quiet, characteristic “wet” sounds, the place of origin of which could not be confused with anything. The spouse stood motionless, and only from time to time, raised her head to lay aside the hair falling into her eyes. With one hand she held onto a tree, and with the other by the briefs stretched between her legs.
It all ended quickly, literally three minutes later, Julia sobbed a muffled sound a couple of times and after another minute, the male silhouette separated from the bent-up woman who immediately straightened and pulled on her underpants. Only now it dawned on me that my drunk wife had taken all the sperm into herself, although I knew for sure that at that moment she had no protection ...
After rustling a bit of clothes, the couple quickly and silently left the “date” place, and it was evident how the man helps my wife to climb the steps. I stood on cotton legs, took out a cigarette, struck a lighter. I threw out the cigarette butt only when I already felt in my mouth the nasty taste of a burnt filter. Then he moved to the opposite side of the cafe from the side of the road, and standing under a tree, lit it again.
Everything inside was boiling and I wanted to leave immediately, but without Yulka, it was impossible to return, otherwise what could I say to her parents? Yes, and I could not quit his drunk and so stupidly cheating on my wife. But not everyone can understand this ...
Ten minutes later, she appeared in the doorway, supported by some sort of friend. I went down from the porch and, waving good-bye to it, swaying slightly, I went across the road in my direction. When she saw me, my wife happily clasped my hand, because it was difficult for her to walk on her own so far.
- Forgive my dear, but ... I drank too much ... go to sleep is all she said.
There was no point in saying something now, and I was pretending that I had just come, took her home, having decided to postpone all conversations until tomorrow.
The next day, we with the mother-in-law had to unsolder Julia with sour milk, and she, looking at me with the eyes of a “beaten dog,” said that she remembers nothing about yesterday night. (Erotic stories) I really wanted to believe, and maybe it was even partially true, but of course I couldn’t notice the sperm in my vagina. But pitying her fool, I said nothing both that day, and the next, and in a month ... Thank God, at least everything was okay and she did not get pregnant then. Most likely, the wife did it, just out of a silly, drunk, womanly curiosity, without even having experienced much pleasure. Well, divorce her? We just bought an apartment, the son went to the third class ... Yes, and she loves me, loves, and I love her ...
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Since then, more than ten years have passed, and in all this time, I have not had a single reason to doubt her, like a good wife, mother or mistress. I specifically, even then, “took revenge” on her a couple of times with my employee to somehow calm down, but I never tried to find out who the man who “beat” my drunken spouse was. And why?
Now we live with Julia perfectly, I have long understood and forgiven everything. I am sorry, but I can not forget ...
Maybe some arrogant husbands will say - “Takazuko is lying again, no matter what we cling to,” but most likely, they either have “horns” growing in breadth, or ... the light bulb is hanging too high.
Best regards in love and family life, Takazuko.
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As the story falls out of the rest.
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Let him go where he wants, but I said only what I wanted to say. This is not a humorous story, but the harsh truth of our lives.
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Not hooked, smeared story.
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Indeed, as if the author decided to rest and called the neighbor boy: on, they say, nakalyakay something about the evening of the meeting. That will come out and come out, and so will go. And will it go ??
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For whom it will go. Oh how it goes.
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Agree. But nothing, the author “will take a break” and soon “stumps” us “EDAKOE” that we are “AHNEM)))
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I do not know which “someone” you are targeting, but regular readers have the right to expect the quality of the story at your level, regardless of the topic and category.
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Only I do not understand what the “problem” of this story is specifically? He wrote as usual, did not lie, there were not many mistakes ... Isn't it funny? I agree, not funny.
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This is a story about how one frivolous and thoughtless act can change and even break a lifetime.
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I would like to ask the author what he put into these lines:
“This is a story about how one frivolous and thoughtless act can change and even break a lifetime.”
What kind of act?
Watch drunk wife fucked? By the way, besides pregnancy, you can pick up a venereal disease ...
A drunk wife, that is, a close (everyone, however, in different ways ... who has not very much) a person who is not in a firm memory and not completely sane is entitled to count on the support of her spouse.
It seems that most of the negative feedback is due to this.
But our author is just famous for the subject of betrayal ... either from the face of a woman, or from the face of a cuckold husband ... Therefore, the final story is logical.
Who it hurts ... as they say ...
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Feel your forehead ...
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The story did not go on any articles. The situation is banal, if not to say-stamp; Once the evening of meetings, it means treason. The story is boring, no events. No, one thing still was: they came out to piss, and at the same time they had sex. The behavior of the husband is extremely ridiculous: instead of decisive action, he looks at his own wife, like a ram at a new gate. Voyeur fucking. (Here you have the ridiculous places) I do not know where the “harsh truth” is here, what is harsh and what is truthful here; so, one bonalism.
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Is her husband's behavior absurd? With all due respect to you, Evgeny, I will say that you surprised me greatly by the lack of knowledge of real life. It is even strange to hear this, precisely from you.
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Good story. It is quite realistic. And do not take criticism to heart. Here for some reason they like to judge porn like some kind of term paper. Probably all the hidden rectors gathered professors and moralists ...)) Good luck to you, Takazuko!
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Thank you very much. Now I know that I wrote this tale for a reason.
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How many I have seen all sorts of "hero-lovers" who "used" other people's wives, and who cried like children and came to a stupor, having learned that the "horned" themselves ...
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Do not listen to them all, Takazuko. I agree with Lena and Ernesto. Personally, I liked it. And I would traditionally advise all critics - do something similar, and we will discuss. We promise not to prance much if there is no outright rubbish.
Successes in the future.
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Interesting position. That is, if the reader writes a positive review, there are no questions for him. He wrote his stories, did not write without a difference. But as soon as criticism goes on, it doesn’t matter whether it’s specific or not, everything begins to feel nauseous.
Alya "you have no stories, do not criticize." They say you do not understand this is nothing.
You did not give the traditional advice, and banal, and poor. Oh, well, just like this story.
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I have a lot of something “sick” on the site, but out of respect for any author, I just close the page ...
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This time I’ll do as you say, out of respect for former stories.
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Only this must be done silently.
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But in my opinion, Leon, criticism is only concrete, and if it is not concrete, this is criticism ... As for me ... sometimes, like every person, it happens to be sick. In these cases I try not to restrain myself - it didn’t go away - and all right. I think this is normal. I also recommend that you go this way, and not tolerate platitudes and wretchedness.
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So I do not like it, expressed my opinion and move on.
As for criticism and criticism, you are right, once again making sure that you can get a valuable lesson even at a place that is not intended at first glance, and from someone you did not expect to receive it from.
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Not bad - but the end of the story (in my opinion - and forgive me for Takazuko) is blurred. In general, the stylistic orientation is observed. The picture appeared before my eyes - hence the goal of the story was achieved (to visualize - again, in my opinion).
From 10-9, 5 - so that there was still room for striving.
respectfully
Ahh
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Thank. We immediately see where adults and where not.
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The story is banal, drunk treason. But it is written in such a way that you believe - the story of a husband, not a cuckold who was excited, but a normal man, for whom one weakness is not a reason to make a wife a slut. In this regard, I liked it. Well, the author could make the story a little emotional ...
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Well, here we are. Hopefully, it’s not for nothing that the author with his next story will give us critics a decent answer that, by definition, Aelita, everyone gasped. Good luck, author!
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I understand the story "flew out" damp. Well, he just, in a hurry, was written, but in general, the reaction of people is interesting.
Women, especially those who are slightly older, probably smile mysteriously and knowingly.
The peasants, those that are younger, indignantly belligerently puff up their cheeks, and ... just in case touch their foreheads, naively believing that if nothing is felt at hand, then there is nothing there.
Thanks to everyone who understood me and who is not yet.
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First of all I want to say to the author - thanks. It is difficult to write about oneself, and it is difficult to write honestly, and it is difficult to put it on public display, and then it is difficult to tolerate a worthy criticism of those who were not on “this plate”.
The fact that the story is damp is the author and does not deny. And the fact that they have condemned the content is not to be taken into the head, people should show themselves honored by the saints and right, but for some reason it is not honored to be honest.
And with regards to the events of the story - well, here the author correctly noted that people are mature and not very obvious. In general, I would say that the main character chose the only right way without posing himself during the "action" and managing not to break and not express anything later, leaving his wife the opportunity to live in peace and think that everything is "smart-covered", this is the behavior of a smart man, discreet and noble.
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What are you waiting for? That this Julia once drunk will change, and then will give haches and blacks in front of her husband? Normal story.
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The only thing is that you are here, you love it. Hachi and negros your idea is not here who has not voiced it to you. Do not judge by yourself goosey, if you have a stub I can sympathize.
The story is junk. Here we are not talking about moralists, not about what we have not experienced, so we will not understand. It is simply poorly written, the author has experience in writing it, and you expect more. Not only is the story template-based, has another author already had such a title for the story. To invest in this murky deep meaning “This is a story about how one frivolous and thoughtless act can change and even ruin a lifetime. “The height of idiocy.
The conclusion is simple Andryushka-crybing jerk off a bit of your stub and let the girl go.
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Ahahaha. Those with a stub, he responded. Go kill the offender
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Andryushka is a little stupid hysteric. That freaks out that he has a stub, then a silly little monkey laughs.
That's right, because the diagnosis was made - stupid. Offended here you, judging by the past review, so also disadvantaged.Go, kill yourself - not really a stupid slut, for the sake of an imbecile who is not able to even correctly formulate his thought, I will not kill myself. You will not get it)))
I can only pity you fagot (you didn’t deny the opposite) with a stub. After all, with the flawed - that is what is worth doing. Good night, limp fool.
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Very vital. I had a similar case this year.
We met for a decade after graduation. Two classmates admitted that they were always not indifferent to me. And we also had sex, and also in the bushes. With only one difference. Sex was oral, I had critical days, and I gave them a blowjob. The guys liked it so much that after an hour we repeated.
Thanks for the story. Inspired by a lot of pleasant memories.
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I liked it, even though the situation is almost identical to mine in my first story. Beautifully and realistically described.
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And it seems to me that everything is normal! And what you want, then think. Well done!!!
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The story is below average. Stamped, short.
In general, for the page allotted to him, nothing hooked me, and the heroes did not interest me.
the situation, loudly called the “harsh truth of life,” remained at the level of any other plot that occurs daily, in terms of its faceless narrative or some kind of emotionality. but it is true, is not it?
but the author's formal replies pleased me greatly. and sincere thanks for that!
// arrogant husbands
// This is not a humorous story, but the harsh truth of our lives. (again)
// This is a story about how one frivolous and thoughtless act can change and even break a lifetime.
// You surprised me greatly by the lack of knowledge of real life
// We immediately see where adults and where not.
diagnoses via the Internet, a moral erection in the form of reviews of praise. where, as an apotheosis, a comment dated November 25, 2013 8:10
// Touch the forehead ...
the author should touch the ass, and then attach the plantain to it
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*not
*apotheosis
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Well, if you are respected, the “horns” do not interfere at all, or even you perceive them as decoration, then you commented on everything correctly.
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What kind of "horns" do not bother me?!?
Where is my commentary on this in general written?
cable diagnostics continue.
Wang, you died?
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with the plantain I got excited last time ...
Trepanation!
and nothing else!
Dohtura! Dohtura here !!
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Yes, enough of you pyzhitsya. It was a common provocation, like all my stories.
All that I needed, I already learned. So goodbye, or you can wriggle on. Only this is not interesting to anyone.
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provocation? ridiculous by god.
This trick with ears can be misled only by you after the formal replies in the style of “you just don’t understand life and author”, but I already wrote about this.
but these questions about the delirium in the post above, and were left without a sane answer:
/// What "horns" do not bother me?!?
Where is my commentary on this in general written? ///
// Only this is not interesting to anyone.
besides the impression of the pulp fiction I hoped to attract the attention of only one person, however.
I succeeded.
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I didn’t expect that around this, from the beginning to the end, from the boredom of “sucked from the finger” of random fiction, there will be so many conversations.
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good life story, everything is written very realistically, but who of us is not without sin))
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