to do, after his fingers touched my pubis and everything, I just got lost, lost the beginning and the end, everything merged, who I became, hungry wife, hungry for sex or a woman, and maybe this is the same thing, maybe I am a slut, but I didn’t know , did not suspect in itself similar disgusting, vulgar desires? What have I become?

I did not resist, he stood between his legs, sank down, his thin member stuck, his instinct did not disappoint, I didn’t have to do anything, he knew what he was doing, he just stuck his pestle into my lips and they seemed to be waiting for it , they just took him in and let him in, and he went right in and so deep that I gasped not in surprise, but because he was finally in me.

This was his first sex, which I could experience besides simple satisfaction, that I kind of ate my husband for his adultery, for his constant lies, for rudeness and rudeness, for throwing my love into the dustbin, I don't know, but I just I lay and felt with my whole body how his little pod slides inside me. His rhythms all the time went astray, then he stopped, then again fell upon him, I just waited and rejoiced, which is what I could rejoice now, knowing the consequences. He ended up as if he had been electrocuted, his business strongly twitched in front, I cried out in surprise, but did not resent knowing that everything was over, some more and he would fall off of me like a leech fall off from his victim sated by blood. And he fell off, collapsed in a businesslike manner on the bed, his chest heaved, somehow obscenely slapped me on the ass, and then he got up and went to his room, without even saying a word of thanks, not a kiss, well, at least that.

They say an apple does not fall far from an apple tree. So it is, he is a copy of Jyrki, it will destroy them and sooner or later, when Slava is older, mature, he will feel strength and confidence in him, he will tell Yuri how he did it to me, the story will be with bravado, as if he defeated the dragon, took it away someone else's wife, but I after all know that it is not so, and it is this chatter, not the restraint in his imaginary heroism and will break it.

Yurka returned as usual late, angry, a little drunk, this became his habit, and so it went on for several days. The next day, I felt ashamed, I avoided Glory, although where I hid in the apartment and yet I was ashamed, pride, self-esteem, dignity, where it all went, hidden insult to myself was gnawing at me, and I could not find a place, although just behaved calmly, as if nothing had happened, so simply and that was all.

These days were enough for me to prepare the ways of retreat. Going to walk with Varya, I folded a bag of ours with her things, so I secretly transported some belongings to a boarding house, rented for six months, not a lot of money, but that's enough, I love my mother and father, they will support me even though they live in another city, and for this I did everything calmly and confidently; I didn’t care what happened there and how Yuri or Slava looked at me, what I care about them.

Whatever happens, I always smile, and now, Yuri swore again, hit him twice, for what I loved him so much, and still I treat him well, even in my heart I cannot give up attachment. Why, that's just the way, if he presses me to himself, smacking me on the cheek, as I melt and is ready for anything, he can undress me almost for all, and if not for his idiotic smile, he would allow it. It was three years ago, I was pregnant, my tummy was already well protruding, we were resting on a career, his friends came, I think classmates, some guys, so-so, nothing interesting, eyes silly, empty. They started talking about nudizky beaches and what struck him in the head that I would go swimming naked, maybe I just wanted to show how beautiful I am, but they’re doing wrong, even with friends. I refused and left, he then sulked, apologized, behaved like a wimp, neither as a man, probably, from that very moment everything began to break.

She put Varenka to sleep, Yuri rushed about what he wanted, maybe something happened, took out some sort of swirl and sat down imposingly on the couch and began to read the moral of Slavka. He nodded, well, one must listen so attentively, do not really understand that they are hanging noodles, fu, wrinkled and went to his room. It was already dark, behind the wall, then their conversation subsided, then flared up again, Yurka conducted his monologue and taught how to live and love. Garbage, how can you teach this if you yourself do not feel anything, pseudoscience leads to a dead end and a fall, and in this case of degradation and if Slavka absorbs his thoughts, then write is gone, although he is already lost, I felt it a few days ago.

Silence, listened, someone in the kitchen slammed the door of the refrigerator, “they will not close again and the milk will turn sour,” I reluctantly got up and went to check. The light in the kitchen did not burn and the door was closed, just in case I checked it and pressed it a little harder, entered the hall, Slavik wasn’t just Yurka in his shorts lying on the sofa. “What did they do here?” She came up, he was upset, his eyes were lowered and they stared blankly at the floor, out of habit patted him on the head.

This morning I cut my hair, tired of my hair, though not long, but hot, my neck was sweating, so I cut my hair like a boy, youth, that's what I called, I used to wear it at school, the guys really liked it, but my friends were wrinkled, and Verka, she in principle, she was not friends with me, she called me typhoid, she herself was typhoid, all in pimples. By the way, this may have outraged Yurka, or it would have boiled up, you could just say, although my hair, I used to like my hair very much, even suggested several times to have my hair cut again.

I didn’t want to leave right away, there was a lot of good things, and I remembered these moments, and now he hugged me, slyly ran his hands under her skirt, I didn’t wear bathrobes at home, I don’t like them terribly, I wear some kind of uniform wide skirts, T-shirts or summer dresses in the form of sundresses, nice and you think that summer, even if it's snowing outside. He deftly did this many times, picked up the swimming trunks and famously pulled them off of me, I just stepped over them and pressed my tummy to his lips. And yet he is nothing, knows how to kiss, bring me to ecstasy, orgasm, do gentle and pleasant, but also terribly painful.

He broke up, kissed and kissed, and then quickly bang and pulled off my dress, I shrank and whispered.

- We are not alone.

“And what do you care,” was the rude and drunk answer.

“Wait,” I wanted to take my husband by the hand and take me to our room, but he grabbed me by the waist, pulled me tight and pulled me so that I could sit on his knees and I sat down.

Although I was even happy about it, every day I became more and more convinced that I was doing the right thing by walking away from him.

- No, don't! Stop it! - I demanded, when I parted my legs and forced myself to my knees.

With the knees expanding in different directions, the sponges could not restrain themselves and immediately opened up like a mussel sink, blushed, for some reason it became embarrassing, ill, and blood ran in the temples. Disgusting.

- No, don't! Stop it! - I raised my voice a little.

However, in the place of this, he ran his hand under me, held it from the ass on himself, squeezing the top with his finger, I gasped as soon as he stuck into me and immediately crawled inside.

“You're a scumbag,” hersed slightly in his ear.

But he did not react, as if he knew that I was leaving, and on the last night I wanted to do everything that he could imagine. His finger entered my anus and twitched, I almost screamed from an incomprehensible sensation, it was both disgusting and humiliating, and painful, and at the same time terribly pleasant. I pounced on him by raising my ass, so that he would remove his finger, but on the contrary, he drove him even further away, and this time I could not restrain myself and screamed a little.

- Like? - he squinted his eyes.

- Fuck you! - barely restraining herself said in response.

- Like. As you like. - He stated and began to move his finger in front, then back.

- You're a pervert.

- Look who's Talking. - and immediately stuck it all the way, I stretched out, stood up ... Read more →