- An old friend came. The first day
- An old friend came. My wife and deceit. Second day. Morning
- An old friend came. Who is she, my wife? Second day
I opened my eyes with the first rays of the sun. It was about 5 in the morning, and the morning coolness oozed from the half-open window. The first thought that came to my mind made me flinch. Even a slight chill went through my body. The elastic chest of my wife did not cling to me, as it was last night, I did not feel her, and this could mean only one thing - if she did not cling to me, then ... to him? But how? She's naked ...
I was really afraid to turn around and see this picture: my good friend and my naked wife are lying nearby. The heart with its heavy, frequent strokes swung not only my chest, but the whole body. Could I then know that this would be only the tip of the iceberg, and what will happen on this day, I will remember for a lifetime. I took myself in hand and gently began to turn in the direction of the picture I had already presented for a long time, and, of course, there were few options, everything turned out to be even slightly worse than I had imagined.
The bear was lying on his stomach in his underpants, and Marinka, with a little leg thrown over him, embracing him, lay practically on him. This picture still stands before my eyes. I was just shocked then. At night it was hot and the bed sheets that we hid from the evening, we all slid to our feet. My naked wife, hugging someone else's man. Of course, I understood everything - this is her favorite posture for sleeping, so she always sleeps with me, and, of course, at night, by inertia, she hugged him, thinking that she was hugging me. The situation, to put it mildly, is non-standard. What could I do? To wake her up and ask questions, causing her to be embarrassed. After all, in principle, she is not guilty of anything. You never know what we can do in a dream? And God forbid, he will wake up and see her, in which the mother gave birth, I will not survive. After all, she is mine, only I should kiss these beautiful curves, and only I should see them, of course. But the reality was much more prosaic.
I took, as it seemed to me then, the only right decision - I decided to leave it as it is, because I was sure that if Marina would wake up and see who she was on, she would immediately crawl to me and there would be no incidents.
Carefully turning back, I waited. Neither of which dream was out of the question. Eh ... such an expectation to the enemy you do not want, every minute seemed to me a separate life lived. A life lived in a constantly burning fire. Every second of my waiting, my wife's chest was pressed against a foreign man, perhaps the milk she feeds our child, was now trickling down Mishkin's chest.
It took about an hour, I heard Marinka turned over on the other side, and here I felt relieved from my heart, the stone was sleeping from my shoulders. According to my calculations, she was lying between us now on her own, pleasing no one with her arms. From a wonderful sense of satisfaction, from the fact that I waited until my wife turned away from Mishka, from the fact that, most likely, she didn’t even notice anything, I relaxed and the dream gradually took me to my wonderful country.
It took quite a bit of time, and I opened my eyes from some rustle. Apparently, Mishka stirred. I slept after such events very sensitively, and in fact, I didn’t have time to really fall asleep. The stirring did not stop, I realized that my friend was no longer sleeping. And then I, like an ax butt burned. Another nightmarish reality stood before my eyes. An hour ago, I passed out and did not cover my Marinka, my bare, defenseless sleeping wife sheet. But I still had hope in my heart that when my friend woke up, he would see my naked wife and, in order to avoid a ridiculous situation, would cover her with a sheet. I waited again ...
Rustle did not stop. And then I realized that irreparable things could happen now, but it was already late a rustle began to acquire a rhythm, a neat quiet steady rhythm creak creak, creak creak ... Marina lay face to me, I could feel it from her breathing a little. What could it be? It is difficult to imagine something else.Yes, it was exactly what it was - my friend, taking advantage of my wife's serene sleep, enters the holy of holies, the place where I can only be, the place where our child came from as its nasty, lustful member. My heart began to rock me again as the boat swings the sailor. Hit below the belt. In the depths of my soul, I was looking for an excuse for Mishka, there was still a chance that he does it non-specifically, but simply, from drunk in the sweet morning bliss, having found a naked body nearby, as usual, decided to attach his instrument. But this body was my wife’s body ... It turns out that he had her as his usual slut after another drunken party.
What I had to do, the reader will say: "Turn around and kill him." Maybe, but how many “but” this situation has. While Bear had my wife, and she, most likely, still in ignorance, who inserts his device into her from behind, breathed sweetly, I reasoned. I needed to make the right decision in order to settle this stupid ridiculous situation. To turn now is to destroy everything that is. Marishka will completely wake up and when she sees and feels the picture, I didn’t know what would happen to her ... It turns out that she was raped with her husband lying next to her. How are we going to live with it? After all, we both will know everything. Bad option.
I decided to wait until this animal will finish its work and pretend that there was nothing and more, of course, never to communicate with it. Anyway, over time, all this will be forgotten, like a bad dream. But then I heard a muffled cry ... I understood everything ... my wife saw or felt who was in her ... All I heard was a frightened whisper:
- What are you doing ... And then only mmmmmmmmm, he covered her mouth with his hand ...
Then lines fell from Mishkin's lips, also in a whisper,
- Keep quiet. Wake up, hear - you will have problems ...
Then silence and only creaking more and more, it was possible to distinguish even a few pops, it was my former friend's pelvis that beat my poor defenseless wife's ass.
Creak-Creak-Creak, everything stopped and went quiet. After 10 seconds, I felt the mounds of my Marinochka cling to my back. She, as always, threw her leg on me, buried her face in my back, which I felt like tears dripping from her eyes, and my leg felt other drops - these are drops of my friend's sperm flowing out of my beloved and loved wife's pussy
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Do you like flattering comments or constructive? if the second I will tell you. Do not make the story patterned, the husband is half-fed in almost every story. just the monotonous development bored. You have an intrigue, there is a good start. develop it! do something original, even kill everyone to the end, even make a happy family. but do not do the template. paint more colors on canvas
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Stranger, I will not change anything. I am writing how a pen falls. I'm just interested in opinions and negative ones as well. Simply ending the opinion will decide whether the story will continue or not. Thanks for the feedback)
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Muzhzheny, honestly ... better not continue the story - but write “on the table” for yourself. Write a story, put it off - read it again in two days. And so on.
The stranger, after all, is talking - in the story everything is stereotyped to the point of impossibility.
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This is a story from life, just a story, as it was, our life is stereotyped, everything repeats over thousands of years. Alas, I do not know how and do not want to write about the space phalos of a materialized Martian descending to earth to enslave the land vaginas. So friends, if you have already become familiar with templates, then you will be in a different category, to another writer))) Here we have earthly, patterned affairs, here we are talking about ordinary human passions and distractions)
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Mmm ...I do not want to offend anyone - but even the move “it was in reality” is already utterly boring.
By the way! Bear in mind that even about “our life” you can write in an unusual and unconventional way.
Okay, maybe it was ... Not for me to judge.
But still, a little decorate the story with the same descriptions, prilestit thoughts not only of the husband - but of the other participants of the scene (at least the wife) ...
Plus - the advice to re-read the story two days after writing, and only then THEN to lay out - is still valid.
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Yes, I apologize for the “clumsiness” of the text - I am writing from a tablet ... I can’t even edit it properly.
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I will consider the advice, thank you, and about thoughts - everything will be, you are running ahead)
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Thanks, interesting story. I liked that betrayal happens by chance and with the full connivance of her husband; excites the fact that he is aware of what is happening, every moment the instructions of the horns of his old friend. the author faithfully conveys the range of cuckold sensations at the time of the spouse’s sexual intercourse a few centimeters from him.
I do not like (but this is purely subjective) the fact that the author is clearly going to arrange exactly the drama. treason is not a reason for divorce, or even just thinking about the consequences; besides, there is not the slightest hint of spontaneity and reciprocity of the desire of the pairing couple, but it would be necessary for the wife to want to try the forbidden fruit, well, at least in part. without this, there is no betrayal, but there is a banal rape. tears and sperm are a bad combination.
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Yeah, better read Mongolian Shuudan. And the theme of the cuckold man is already so hackneyed, besides there are a couple of similar stories on the site, almost with the same situation.
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The first was better, some sort of intrigue, understatement. Immediately everything is straightforward, implausible and weak.
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and ... again on the most interesting place, moreover, broke off the first part, such as they had nothing, and with regard to the wife’s tears, all the relish of the subject matter is lost, that is, in fact, she is not a slut: / generally we are waiting for the continuation I hope there will be less drama and remorse from the wife’s side and more sex on the sly =)
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Dear, carefully look at the category. There are no cuckold themes in the story.
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Friends, I will throw a small spoiler. Believe it or not, but this whole story is almost entirely composed of events that took place in our life. There are artistic exaggerations, but this is only for readability. My wife and I have a peculiar relationship. And now the spoiler. There will be two more parts of the story and the whole plot, and the ending is already known. The intrigue remains, and believe me, it will be revealed only in the last part. Always yours Muzhzheny.
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All this is bullshit. I DO NOT TRUST as Stanislavsky said. Husband - COMMUNITY. And therefore should be held drama. Aon lay and listened as the fuck near his property. This is no good. and moron and schmuck. who allowed to do so with HIS wife. Firstly, he had to put the wife on the edge because she would stand up to the child and lie down in the middle and there would be no conflict. And so all the crap and therefore I DO NOT BELIEVE !!! As Papanov said in one of the comedies, there is no realism. Then do not write such rubbish. ENOUGH TO MAKE FOOLS FROM RUSSIAN MEN!
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Vanya, all people are different, a lot depends on the level of intelligence. But the right to opinion, of course, is yours)
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"A lot depends on the level of intelligence."
Bravo!
How tired of these primitive dorks and their stupid banal reactions!
Write further! Well done, I liked it.
The story is original, because it conveys the feelings and the whole complex range of emotions of a man.
in such situation.
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Opinions are divided. Which is not surprising.
The story is interesting, written in good language. The sharpness is present.
But ... This is not humiliated his wife, this is her husband in full as they say. I fully admit that in life and this does not happen, but this is not easier.
Whoever is not a dork and I suggest that other people enjoy this story, I will not go on reading myself.
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The story describes the experiences of her husband, and believe me, he thinks and is sure that he was humiliated by his wife)
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Author hammer. Waiting for the continuation. Write as it is, and as you see fit.
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Ivan guest, what are you doing on the site PORNO STORIES? Well, do something else: drink vodka, go to the football fans forum, grapple with someone else for politics. What the fuck on the porn site hypocrite exhibited. You are like a grandmother on a bench: in her youth she missed a dozen through three, but in her old age young girls learn morality and ethics. Better learn Russian language - SUBTTLE!
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The author is well done! Come on in the same style. And gradually make your wife a slut, and her husband who loves her a lot in spite of everything. Only without excessive drama. Well, and still my beloved fetish: a friend will end up in the wife of the main character many times, and after 9 months the spouses have a new Lyalka, to the great joy of her husband.
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In the next part, the best friend will blackmail his wife or stupidly take her by force, and the hubby will look at all this his level of intelligence prevents him from interceding for the humiliated wife
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Very pleased that it is written really. In terms of language, style, train of thought, liveliness. Read and attend. Not flat. But sadness already mentioned by commentators stereotyped. I understand that sometimes life is a pattern. I just would like more pepper, fire, surprises. Even if “it was in reality” (it doesn’t matter at all whether it was or not ...), then everything needs to be screwed up somewhere in creative fiction then, in my opinion.
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In the first sentence I missed the word “good,” I apologize.
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The author for the plot:
The husband will not be able to kick out a friend (since this would mean that he knew and allowed it), the friend stays for a week and starts blackmailing his wife, demanding blowjob and sex even when the husband robs his son in the next room. The husband knows, listens, sees, but does not dare to make trouble, but waits when a friend dumps home. (pretending not to be in the know about relationships and fearing the hatred of his wife for such betrayal). In addition, a friend is stronger and will break it easily. As a result, a friend, satiated by his friend's wife, takes a photo for further blackmail, leaves his heir to a foreign wife and invites him to visit. A couple escorts him, I pretend that nothing happened and are waiting for Sasha brother.
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“A husband will not be able to drive out a friend” - the stump is clear why should friends be kicked out.
“In the end, a friend, satiated by his friend's wife, takes a photo for further blackmail” - what kind of friend is this? so the enemies do not fool, but do you think a friend should do such a zapadka. Friends do not do that. So the author does not listen to what he did here and do something useful. Plant a cherry for example.
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It is a pity that in such an interesting topic as “treason”, frank morons, who are not capable of anything interesting, are mostly graphomaniac. What level of intelligence arrogantly says the author here? It's like in that joke about the plumber and sex therapist - “What are you gay, my dear? You are an ordinary fag. A good story on the topic of "betrayal" is either outright trash, or something clever, detective-like. That is - either vodka in one gulp, or savor noble cognac.So, darling, in order to arrogantly argue about a certain level of intelligence that does not allow us to appreciate the delicate taste of emotional feelings of betrayal, write a good thing first. That we have a taste, you have no talent, here it is.
Zadralo, understand? It drove to enter the “treason” section and to see all this grafomansky slag over and over again. Really good stories in this trash stream are very rare. Here, for example, "Metropolitan morals" or "Arranged treason." Learn from the classics.
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As for me, it is very fresh.
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Author write - all is well! Returned from a trip, I know that there is another fresh part. I will postpone it later
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Do not listen to "pseudo-critics" - such as wanderers, etc. characters. If they do not spit someone in a cup for the night, they won't sleep until morning. ;)
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“The bear was lying on his stomach in his underpants, and Marinka threw his leg a little on him, embracing him, lay practically on him” and “it is possible that the milk she feeds our child is now trickled down on Mishkin’s breast” - I wonder chest?
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Are you familiar with the expression of a powerful male breast?
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Cool, again 10 - ka
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