The story is written at the request of the reader.
My name is Murad, I am 35 years old, my wife is Leila, she is 34 years old, we have two children. For almost 10 years we have been living in Russia, and before that we lived in Azerbaijan. Initially, after the move, it was a bit hard, there were no relatives, there were no friends. We communicated only within our diaspora, but later we had acquaintances and even friends among Russians. This is all thanks to Leila. She has a rather sociable character and she is good at finding a common language with people.
I even liked to spend holidays with new friends, it was much more fun with them ...
In general, Leila and I are fine now, I can even say it is wonderful. True, there is one thing that does not give me rest - I finish it before ... And it depresses me greatly. I have to bring her to orgasm with your fingers or tongue. She didn’t tell me anything about this, but I felt everything perfectly ... Perhaps that was what played her part ...
It was a small introduction ...
There have been events that I want to talk about 4 years ago. Leila had a birthday, and not just a birthday, but an anniversary - she turned 30 years old. This event we celebrated as much as two times. For the first time in a cafe among relatives and friends from the Azerbaijani diaspora. There were a lot of gifts and greetings, but it was a bit boring, as always. And the second time already on the weekend in our home, and only friends were visiting. It was a lot more fun than ever. Dancing, singing songs for karaoke, there was a sea of alcohol ... In short, I did not calculate my strength and at some point the holiday ended for me.
I woke up from a terrible desire to drink. In the mouth there was not a pleasant aftertaste and dried, the head was heavy. The room was dark, the apartment was quiet, the guests seemed to have gone. No, some sounds came from somewhere far away ... But I could not understand what these sounds were, especially since, honestly, I now had no time for them.
I stood up with difficulty. The door was slightly ajar, a strip of light was coming from the hall to the bedroom. Here on this strip, as a landmark, I slowly moved.
What I saw in the slightly open door put me in a stupor. The hall was well lit, the table occupied most of the room. The dishes were no longer on the table. So, on this table, more precisely, across the table, lay Leyla breast down. Her face was turned in my direction, her eyes were closed, her lower lip was bitten. But, in spite of this, her muffled moans were heard, it was them that I heard in the bedroom ... She was holding tightly to the edge of the table, so that it was obvious that the knuckles on her hands had turned white.
Her skirt was up, there were no panties on it. And behind her was Ivan (one of the guests) and methodically drove his dick into it. His hands firmly pressed her body to the table. The body of Leila from his pushes slightly moved forward.
And although I saw this picture for a few seconds, but I remembered it for life.
Then everything became foggy before my eyes, it became cold in my chest, then it was hot. In my head ... It felt like someone was knocking it inside the drum.
My Leila ... My wife cheated on me !!! The blood just boiled! I'm ready to stop what is happening, at this moment something happened that stopped me.
Leila made an exclamation, well familiar to me. This is a pulling sound with a gasp, something between "a" and "o", she made when she was on orgasm. She finished under him! She came from another member! It happened that I did not succeed ...
All my determination immediately evaporated somewhere.
There was an expression on her face that I had never seen before. Her face just beamed ... I stood and watched. There was some kind of indifference, inside I had complete devastation.
Ivan continued to slowly stretch my wife. Leila was quiet for a while, then began to revive. At first her moans were barely audible, then louder and louder. She has ceased to restrain them.
And he continued and continued. My wife just howled with pleasure.
I could not see it. On cotton feet came to bed and sat down.
What now? I did not know. There were many thoughts, but nothing serious. My head was all mixed up.
And then I heard again this prolonged exclamation.No, he was a little different - a different key and longer. Leila had a second orgasm!
I felt like a complete nonentity.
There was silence in the hall for a while. Then I heard footsteps, some rustling and then the front door slammed. I just lay and listened. For some time there was silence, then my wife’s footsteps were heard. She entered the bedroom. I pretended to be asleep, but I looked at her from under my age. She calmly went to the bed, took off her robe. There was nothing under it, and, as if nothing had happened, it lay down. And almost immediately fell asleep.
And I lay almost until the morning. All thought and thought, and did not come to any decision. I did not know what to do. I did not know how to behave now ...
When I woke up again, it was already light, the sun was shining through the window into the room. Leila was not around. the head already hurt not so much, but the drywood was strong. Got up. Went to the kitchen. Leila was there. She stood with her back to me near the plate, there was breakfast on the table. She turned on the noise of my steps.
- Good morning, dear! - she smiled, - Well, you and sleep!
It was so unexpected that I grunted unintelligible in response.
She acted as if nothing had happened at night. For some reason, I thought that her behavior would be different. What her conscience will torment. I watched her all day and did not notice anything unusual. It seems that there was nothing!
Or maybe she does not remember anything? Drank too much, like me? Moreover, she almost does not drink, a couple of glasses of red dry wine is her norm. Or maybe he thinks it was me? Or maybe ... Maybe this is all I dreamed of? I'm already completely confused in my thoughts. And the more I thought, the more I was sure that there was nothing. That all these are my fantasies, after a huge ration of liquor that I drank. Every day my confidence increased. But, looking ahead, I will say, everything soon became clear ...
A week after the anniversary, Ivan called and invited me to visit. That he has a reason and he collects all ours. And although I was already completely sure that there was nothing, I wanted to refuse, but I could not think of a reason.
Ivan was the oldest in our company, he was five years older than me. Used in the company of great prestige and respect. Some even called him Ivanovich. The last time he lived alone, which he got from his parents. He and his wife separated, about a year ago.
When Leila and I entered the courtyard of his house, I immediately understood the reason why he invited us - there was a brand new Niva in the courtyard. He had long been going to buy it, he was lovers of hunting and fishing. He even once invited me to hunt, but I refused. But on a fishing trip I was with him a couple of times, but fishing didn’t impress me. He had one more car, but he bought this one only for hunting and fishing.
The company was all assembled, they had already begun to wash the car without us. In general, everything was as usual.
Smoking went to the street. But after one of the trips to the street, when I returned to the room, I did not see Leila at the table. Ivana was not there either, a pleasant sensation appeared in my chest. I sat for a while, in the hope that my wife would soon come, maybe she went to the toilet. But...
I went into the kitchen, then looked into another room - it was not there, the third room was closed. I went out into the street, someone smoked, but neither Leyla nor Ivan was there. My chest went cold. I waited until everyone went into the house and went to the windows of the room that was closed. I looked in the window and ... Now I knew for sure that I hadn’t dreamed anything ...
Ivan sat in the chair, and Leila sucked his dick. From what he saw was hot, sweat appeared on his forehead. My wife swallowed someone else's x with such enthusiasm ... She also gave me a blowjob to me, but somehow reluctantly, as if doing a favor. Immediately everything was completely different.
She deeply swallowed him, then let go of her mouth and licked her head with her tongue. All this was done by herself, without any coercion. And she definitely liked this occupation, judging by the expression on her face.
I looked, and then it dawned on me that I had lost my wife, in a figurative sense. That when choosing between me and Ivan, she will choose him. More precisely choose his member, who brings her to orgasm, and which she is now carefully sucked. This thought became so lousy, and although I do not abuse alcohol, at that moment there was a terrible desire to get drunk ...
Somewhere behind me, voices were heard, someone went outside to smoke, and I left my observation post. (Especially for eroticspace) Would any of the guests see why I'm watching here ...
Like a week earlier, I got drunk again ... But if then from the feeling of a holiday, now from anger and powerlessness.
I woke up at night, again, too, an unpleasant condition - sushnyak mouth. My head ached, but not so much. The situation is not familiar, for a long time could not understand where I am. Then I realized that I was with Ivan. I went to the kitchen, found a mineral water eggplant. Dropped half, it became much better. He returned to the room and only now noticed that there was no wife.
Where it could be, it was not difficult to guess.
The door was closed, but what happened there was clear. Moreover, Leyla's moans were heard. These sounds literally demolished my roof ... I stood in front of the door and did not know what to do. I wanted to see what was happening there! Well, do not go again under the window. I gently pushed the door and, without the squeak, it opened slightly.
My wife was on all fours on the sofa. Behind her, Ivan fought, his wife shook her head from side to side and howled. Her chest darted from his blows. Sweat trickled down his back, her back gleaming too. He entered it with such force that her hands could not stand it and broke their elbows. Her head fell onto the bed, her hands began to scrape the sheets.
I almost hit the climax. A little more and I heard a distinctive sound. She has an orgasm. She bent and froze in that state. Ivan made a few more movements, entered Leila completely and froze, making a roaring sound.
He finished my wife !!! And then, to my shame, I felt that I had also finished ...
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Fine!
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powerful story! would continue ...
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Well, what a classic kukolda, its voyeur variety. Maladchinka, sibor!
The current is small, but an annoying nuance slightly tarnished this cucumber scrambled eggs.
Unreliability It is not necessary to ascribe to a Muslim in general, and an Azeri in particular, to what is not peculiar to them by definition! A woman for them "bag of nuts" (a quote from the scriptures, by the way), is not more valuable. Thing, apparatus for the production of heirs and attendants. Never he will not be soared about a female orgasm, and moreover to accuse himself, darling, in his absence. They are simply not capable of being critical of themselves. He would rather kill Ivan than learn to fuck better than he would, and would kill Leila for what she knows about his (husband) sexual imperfection. Their violence is a universal argument, they are not able to fight the problem in her field :)
And it must be admitted, for that they should not be despised, for this policy, though from inferiority, but for what effect! These guys are great! Despite all their poverty, they are very competitive. We, hare, lose and it's sad, but - a fact.
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Absolutely agree on the reliability. If it is asked to write an Azerbaijani, then I am the Queen of England.
But about the misery does not agree. There is something in them, I do not know what ... But definitely not misery.
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Attitude to a woman - yes, peculiar, but they know how to love.
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It depends on what you mean by the word "love"
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This “something” is animal magnetism, dear :) They, like animals: who is stronger, he is better. Such qualities as imperiousness, stupid aggressiveness, going wild libido and utter disregard for the rights and interests of all who are not members of their native clan, may well enchant an impressionable person. Only the most dense stump in the stage of debility, will not notice the bitterly sweet aura of femininity emanating from you, Diana and remembering your specific erotic tastes with respect, it is not difficult to guess that you can love how “they” can love you.
Muslims are able to love, it is true. (mark my story "With Knives" in your heart. :)
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Here for the "bitter-sweet aura of femininity" special thanks))
Actually, I got married for an Azerbaijani ... Refuse? Until it's not too late))
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Well, then you are waiting for a whole sea of bitterness, dear Diana ...
Sorry on the savory word :)
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Therefore, I doubt that even though we are a perfect couple in all respects. And inside the worm doubts gnaws and gnaws ...
And yet, it is better to do and regret, and look for ways, how to fix it, than not to do it and nibble yourself from the lost opportunity.
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Are you sure the perfect match? Make an X-ray of your senses. What is their grain? Real attraction or novelty? Males of the Islamic-Arabic mentality are able to "vampire" the energy of Slavic women. Pay attention - did you still have that shine in your eyes before meeting the chock (sorry, but for me they are all chocks)
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before calling a chock, would change the nickname-name)
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the story is normal, but definitely not about the Azeri. He would have killed or inflicted heavy injuries on Ivan right away and would not have watched him rattle his wife. yes any normal man would do that
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The story is written by request, usually in such stories Caucasians fry Russian women, apparently someone asked - that Russian fucked the Caucasian wife! Although in life everything is possible. In our town there was a case when lovers got angry in a car, he was Russian, and she is a representative of one Caucasian nationality!
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Great story! Cool written! Looking forward to continue
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@ X-impostor - somehow accidentally had a chance to drive close to the Odintsovo market, I saw ours and ... the first thought was, "Lord, yes, we don’t dress for 15-20 years already, we had to manage this all year long live in Moscow, but remain at the same level at which he left the village many years ago "... a lot of filth among them, I agree, but judging by them all the people do not care that all Russians put the diagnosis on skinheads and drunkards. a normal, normal, average, accomplished person will never leave his homeland for the uncertainty of emigration, if you judge us by those who are there, then raise your head and see advisers to the President of Russia, ministers of transport, economy, our ambassador in the end ... A bag of nuts can be a woman for you, but for any Azerbaijani, even that garbage in the market, a woman is first of all a Mother and sister!
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@diana - build your life with your mind and heart, and not on the advice of analetagi, and even from the site porn stories
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Thanks for the advice, I’m doing this, it was just a reason to “unleash” a frank conversation. In fact, any opinion from the side is always valuable, sometimes you don’t see some things that others notice. But blindly follow the advice - this is definitely not about me, I’ll rather do the opposite than advise))))
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The sea is worried - again! The sea is worried - two! The sea is worried - three ...
Sea figure sly Diana - freeze !!! :))
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I am silent)))))
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@Diana - you are smart, judging not only by the comments, but also by how it is written - correctly, and this is quite a rarity in modern times. my congratulations to your chosen one.
@ X-impostor - women do not tolerate a number of those who are weaker ... as it turned out, they did not have to go far behind the evidence in favor of Azerbaijanis
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Composter where are you so low in life? For your written bullshit including tales you are posing as professional. a psychologist looks more like a schmuck that a woman does not give and on this wave moved to pederasty. How are you, squirrels feed hands? Probably black mustache mow every day? Although in Durkee to keep you at the expense of the proletariat, too, IMHO should not
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N-yes, the lullaby did not help ...))
Fuh-x ... No, I'm a troll sprinter, not a marathon runner, so - sorry ... I'm tired. I am in the park.
Although you can still pofludit, potavyvat, well, if splashing;) I allow, baby. I'm so kind hearted ...;)
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Yes, you are a woman composter. The last word behind them usually remains. Yes, and smiles men are not usually used
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Alex! According to your emotions, you can conclude that you are waiting for specific stories, with a certain alignment. The story is very beautifully written. To hell with hackneyed plots. In every nationality there are different people. A very plausible story. The author clearly explains why he did nothing. And Ivan - well done, once managed to seduce a Caucasian girl. By the way, among the Caucasians, there are not only walking, but also prostitutes. Each nation has a different contingent, the question is only in percentage terms.
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The author, and the matter is how it ended? Leila left, ali how?
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moderator, do not consider it insolence, but I didn’t quite understand the logic in leaving and deleting comments ... a normal exchange of views between 2 civilized people in literary Russian is bad and is removed, and the stupid area abuse is unknown about what is good and left?
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It agree, unpleasantly, but all the same admins are right. For my part, it was childish to provoke this odious controversy. Interethnic relations slippery, dangerous topic. The administration protects against sanctions and destruction of the site on which we hang out with such pleasure. We will not blame them. I do not regret that I spoke with you, okuyet, but I am embarrassed that I teased this fool Alex with you. The very finale of my correspondence with him, they left for the fun of the fans of the sracha in the comments, there are many of those here.)
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The people in the courtyard of the 21st century! It is only in such countries of the Muslim world as Iran and the countries of the Arabian semi-island adhere to the same norms as in the old days.
Other countries and their peoples wanted to spit on religion and the like.
Leila is an ordinary woman with her needs, and if she had lived in the Middle Ages she would have been silent, and now “freedom, equality and fraternity”, so that the woman wanted a normal man and she found him. As we see in family life, she behaves as if nothing had happened, so it can be assumed that she just lets off steam with Ivan whenever possible, and what her husband thought up will go away or not, you can ignore, husbands at such moments do not that think.
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