1. Personal motivation. Part 1
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over his chest and he answered me with a long kiss. He gave me a feeling that I did not even guess. Even imagining Artyom during sex with my husband, I only achieved increased arousal, but not an orgasm. Kissing, I pulled him toward me, and he raised himself, frozen above me. Spreading his legs, I threw his hips, and he smoothly entered me. The feeling of fullness delighted me. With each movement, he went deeper, then eagerly kissing my lips, then jerking tightly holding me to him. A member of Artem, pulsing, moved in me faster and faster, and I felt that he was losing control: his movements became more assertive, his hands clasped my body, and he almost lifted me above the bed, ceasing to struggle with bestial desire. I leaned towards his body, feeling the tension increase, and at that moment he growled dully, pressing me so hard that it became difficult to breathe ... The explosion of his sperm inside me gave up a wave of bliss, and, quietly gasping, I again huddled in orgasm in his hands.

We lay hugging for quite a long time, it seemed to me - for ages, or maybe just a couple of minutes ... Artem slightly pulled away, ran his hand along my cheek, looking into my eyes and said quietly:

- I love you...

At that moment, an awareness of everything that happened happened. I betrayed my husband ... With my student ... I lay without clothes on someone else's bed, in someone else's apartment, next to a guy who is three years younger than me, and whom I have known for a week and a half ... From these thoughts I was shaking all over , and Artem noticed it. The next moment he wrapped me with a blanket, hugged and kissed me - very lightly and tenderly. I almost burst into tears, and he stroked my hair and whispered softly:

- Everything will be fine ... I love you ... We will be fine ...

- How can we have something? - I almost moaned. - It's impossible! The husband will know ... and the parents ... and at the institute too ... God, they'll throw me out of work, and you will also have problems ... What did I just think about when I went here with you?

Artem very seriously looked into my eyes:

“Do you regret what happened?”

I was silent. How could I ride with him? But how can you regret it? There was nothing of the kind before him in my life, and, probably, there will be no more. In memory came up sex with Vadim - just the execution of marital duty. Will my whole life now remember this one time?

- Alena, I love you. I will do everything for you so that you will be happy.

And at that moment my mobile rang. Vadim.

- Do not take! - but I still jumped up, right in the blanket, and rushed to the bag.

- Alka, are you at home? - in the silence of the room the noise in the tube sounded like from another world.

- And where are you? - I tried my best to keep him from hearing signs of hysteria.

- I went to the capital. I will be in a couple of days, then I'll tell you everything, - Vadim's voice was very joyful. - I kiss you.

He hung up, not waiting for my answer.

Looking up, I met Artem's intense gaze.

“Sorry, but everything between us is a huge mistake.” I do not know what will happen next, but now I need, while there is still an opportunity, to hide all this from Vadim ... - I almost begged him.

“Alain, I need you,” he calmly interrupted me. - And I do not consider what happened as a mistake.

His confident tone infuriated me.

- What's next? Will you go to Vadik? Tell him everything? Or maybe immediately at the institute give an ad? Why do I still have to prepare? - I almost cried.

- You imagine me as the last bastard ... - he sat on the bed and pulled me to him. - Do not worry, I will leave the institute. It no longer makes sense.

- Lord, what have I done ...

- It's ok. All right You're mine, - he hugged me tight.

- I deceived my husband!

Artem lifted my chin and looked into his eyes. Something in his look I did not like. He hesitated, as if thinking. Then he kissed my lips, sat me in the middle of the bed, and, taking with him his linen, left the room.

He returned in less than a minute - already partially dressed, and with some papers.

- I don’t know if I should show it to you ... You have so much stress today ... But you shouldn’t blame yourself. You owe him nothing.

- What is it?

- Extract from his accounts, including card. Detailed list of expenses.

Going through the sheets, I looked at the payments. A jeweler who did not give me, payment for procedures in the spa, restaurants, hotel rooms in our city ... yesterday's reservation was made for booking a room in a holiday home. For two days.

- I do not believe ... I do not believe you ... - it was rather an attempt to convince myself, - where did it come from ... where did it come from?

- I can show all the same in electronic form - in the accounts. I was not going to do this, but you should not reproach yourself. He was your only one, you are with him - not alone. Lena, Olya, Albin ...

- Alka ... - as I did not understand before, where did the stupid name come from? That's right, Albina is his new accountant ...

No tears left. It was a strange feeling of emptiness.

- What should I do about it?

- Do not worry, I have a plan, and you will like it. We will be fine.

* * *

The next day we were in St. Petersburg, where we lived for almost five months, until the lawyer filed a divorce. Then they moved to Prague.

My parents “forgave” me only three years later, having come to our grandson for christening.

Artem grew a mustache and beard, I changed my wardrobe for a more youth one, and now we have a minivan instead of a motorcycle. And the agreement that the husband will no longer hack my accounts in social networks.

Seven years have passed. So far so good.

14 comments
  • Max (a guest)
    September 24, 2015 21:55

    Touching, not vulgar, beautifully described female history. What is important - with happy ending! Wonderful!

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  • September 24, 2015 22:24

    Oh how nice!!! Thank you very much!!!
    Honestly, I expected criticism from men - the story really turned out to be female) Contrary to expectations, so far not a single female comment))

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  • fag (a guest)
    September 24, 2015 23:01

    fine!!! ten

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  • September 25, 2015 19:20

    Thank)))

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  • September 25, 2015 0:38

    Author, you are great !!
    I read with great ecstasy and pleasure. Thanks for the wonderfully written story!

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  • September 25, 2015 19:22

    Thank you very much for your feedback !!! Such words motivate to write further))

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  • September 25, 2015 19:23

    And thank you for your attention)) I, of course, expected criticism, but more constructive))

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  • Thanks, jerk off (a guest)
    September 25, 2015 21:48

    Thank you, well written

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  • Serge- (a guest)
    September 26, 2015 0:22

    And they died in one day))) Not well, it happens. He knew more than one such family, though almost all failed.

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  • September 26, 2015 19:06

    In the morning I read your comment, all day in thought: why are they unsuccessful? What is the concept of a “successful” family for you?
    My close friend divorced her husband after 6, 5 years of marriage together, having learned about his constant betrayals. Rather, they parted earlier, and divorced more than a year. In the period of divorce, I met a wonderful person, with whom, to this day, they raise two children.
    I know other families, in which the marriage was concluded for a great love, as it seemed, and then they stuck with life, or the relatives too actively climbed ... And I also know a family that came together by pure calculation, but in the end they lived very well for over 15 years . In general, everything is so individual ... and regarding the future of the heroes of the story, I would like to be more optimistic))

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  • Serge- (a guest)
    September 26, 2015 23:32

    Well, how to tell you. He changes, she changes. Is this a happy family? Although well, someone takes it. I know one family is waiting for a third child, together already 10 years old. He is 36, she is 34.He is engaged in tourism, a prominent figure. My woman tortured me for a long time, why did I not go with him? Dreamed up I gave her the whole topic in 5 minutes. She was silent for a long time. His wife knows this, the bill goes to hundreds, sometimes in groups. I could not do that.
    In general, I am about families where the wife is a teacher at a university, he is a student, he spoke. I know five such families. 7-10 years together. All variants of my friends are unsuccessful. Each in its own way. Well, like Tolstoy.
    My companion, by the way, is sure that one of our common friends sent fate to his wonderful wife precisely because he spoiled many women in his youth. In punishment))) By the way, there the story is also very similar to yours)))

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  • September 27, 2015 9:36

    The quote of Tolstoy about happy and unhappy families is valid for the 19th century, but not in our time, IMHO. Agree, now there are more opportunities to be happy in different ways.
    As for the families, “she is a teacher - he is a student” - I also have enough of such examples (including my own - so be it, I’ll reveal the cards). True, most of the “students” were, of course, external students, or the second higher education ... that is, quite adult people, and the institute simply became a place of acquaintance. Although a couple of stories with students of the hospital were also, one of them ended in a quick divorce.
    Any happy ending can be spoiled if you dig deeper. For me, at one time, the continuation of the book “You Never Dreamed” was a great disappointment - but what a beautiful love story was in the first part! Therefore, as Twain said, a novel about adults needs to be finished at a wedding)))

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  • Serge- (a guest)
    September 27, 2015 10:14 PM

    ))) Every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way for the 19th century? Yeah, well))) Are you serious?)) Someone thumps, someone walks to the left, someone lives with the mother-in-law, someone has a wife who does not pass at the door, someone is not worth it anymore))) Are unhappy in their own way. Well, this is a small test, there are more serious.
    Now there are more temptations, but no way to be happy. On the contrary, if 30 years ago the Volga was the maximum, a pair of gold sweats with brunettes and a Romanian living room, now the gap between the poor and the rich is thousands of times, tens of thousands of times.
    So you teach with us))) Partly even colleagues))) Good luck to you, in your example.
    P. S. Of course, you are right, the story of Romeo and Juliet would have broken, of course, about life.

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  • September 27, 2015 22:38

    ))) I wrote about the first part of Tolstoy's quotation! The fact that in our time and you can be happy in different ways !!!))) For some, happiness is children, for someone it is travel, for someone it is the same career, for example ... Opportunities we have more now than they had in the 19th century)))
    About the future of Romeo and Juliet perfectly showed the heroes of the film "What men talk about")) Better, probably you can imagine))
    In my personal example, the chronology is different than in the story: first we got married, then I became a teacher, and then the need arose for a second higher husband ... but I read the couple to him)) It’s a pity that I can’t let my friends read them - I will definitely associate Myself with the heroine's husband, and I didn’t write him to him)) Or rather, separate, tiny details ... In general, I’m offended))

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