We lived with my wife together for 5 years, and in marriage 3. Her name is Nastya, I am Stepan. Recently, in bed, we were both dissatisfied with each other, because we had everything fresh, monotonous, everything always happened at night, behind curtains, it was very rare to kiss. Blowjob and cunnilingus wife did not allow, explaining that this is all wrong. And because of this, we had sex twice a month at most. But everything changed a year ago: in one of our quarrels, I said that I would leave if nothing changed in our relations. She promised that it would be different. A week has passed, nothing has changed. And I decided to start acting first. On this day, I took some time off, but Nastya did not say that. And instead of working, he went to various shops to arrange a wonderful evening. When I arrived from the shops, I still had about 1, 5 hours to prepare for the evening. When my wife came to the room, I closed it and told her that the lock had broken. And said:
- Nastya, do not want to go to a restaurant for lunch?
- Well I do not know. It's expensive.
- Nothing, we rarely happen with you.
- Well, okay, let's go.
- Then get dressed.
She went to our room and began to gather. I went to wear my costume, and sprinkled aphrodisiac acquired in sex shop. When she came out, my stick was ready to start right now: my wife, despite all her shyness, was very sexy: a short brunette with 3 breasts and a good outside student (we went to the gym and there she got herself a drink.) there was a red dress that I donated to my knees, which covered her waist, highlighting her breasts and thighs, black tights, there was nothing from make-up except red lipstick. An hour later we went to a restaurant. In the restaurant, nothing unusual happened: we ate, ordered a bottle of wine (I hope I that alcohol will make Nastya more relaxed) Somewhere at 9 pm we went back home, and on the way home she asked me.:
- You smell so good. Do you have a new cologne?
- Yes, recently colleagues presented, I forgot to show you.
Arriving home, I said that she went to buy bread home and threw out the garbage, but at this time of the type I will fix the castle in the hall. She agreed, and only the front door slammed, I locked it with a key so that she did not accidentally enter ahead of time, but he ran into the hall and began to prepare: he lit scented candles, turned on the music, opened the wine, brought fruit, brought strawberries, so that there was twilight, lightly sprinkled aphrodisiac into the air. I went out and closed the door to the hall. And just Nastya knocked on the door, I opened it, took the bread, and told her to wash her hands, and straighten her hair, put on her lips, saying that I wanted to photograph her so beautiful (I knew her weakness for photo shoots). Coming out of the bath, she said she was ready, I said that we went into the hall. Entering the hall, she stopped, but I pushed her slightly forward, and quietly closed the door for her. Nastya:
- These are there?
- This is for your photo shoot, I decided to create such a background, but let's have a light snack with you fruit. And he put her on the sofa, and he sat on a chair. This was done on purpose: sitting down, her dress slightly climbed upwards, and besides, she sat down and her knees became higher than her hips - now I could not see anything by squeezing my legs, but if I slightly open my legs or try to cross my legs, then you could see her panties, but I did not know what kind of underwear was on her, I definitely wanted to find out. I poured wine by the glass and offered to drink for this beautiful evening. We drank the second glass for us with her. The third glass I offered to drink for the love of brotherhood. She agreed. Finishing my glasses, I began to try to kiss her, and what surprised me, she reciprocated. I kissed her red lips, penetrating the tongue into her mouth, I wanted to begin to act, but I understood that it was too early.Having finished the kiss, I noticed that she liked it, and a light spark in her eyes, we talked about life, about work, and in this light conversation, the wife did not notice how she slightly spread her legs, and her panties became visible to my eyes: lace tango, which I gave her complete with bra. And I decided to start flirting with her: I pulled strawberries and whipped cream from behind the curtains and offered a game: we have to put strawberries in our mouths with closed eyes. She agreed.
I did not hit first, she made a guess so that I alone would do the cleaning tomorrow in the apartment. Then she missed and I made a kiss with me on the lips, then I suggested she drink some more wine. Having drunk, we continued, I succumbed to her and lost any dress she wanted and would buy at the store, then we drank, and I began to wave: put my head to the side: she lost: I forced her to drop her lips again time poured more wine and brandy. When she arrived, she again lost a long kiss to me. We started kissing and I noticed that the modesty of my wife was leaving, I started touching her ass, but she removed her hands, then her breasts, but her hands and there she removed. I noticed out loud that strawberries are not enough, which means you need to drink. After drinking, we continued to play and the victory was on my side. I thought that she sat on my knees, and kissed. She sat down, and then the effect of alcohol completely untied her. She no longer removed her hands from her chest and thighs. And her waking up animal passion was noticeable. When she finished kissing, she sat on the couch, spreading her legs noticeably apart, and my eyes again found the cherished place, covered with a cloth. But I noticed that on the panties, there is a wet spot. And then my legs closed, and I realized that I was just staring THERE, like a ram. And she asked:
- Where are you looking at it?
- Yes, nowhere.
- Yeah, nowhere, I see, as you eyes THERE already.
- Well, not true, I just noticed that you have beautiful panties.
- This is yes, they are so suitable for this dress. What, drink and want to use?
- No, I just love you and wanted to do something nice. And after that I walked over to her and started kissing her, gradually we moved to the horizontal position, and I started stroking my chest on the sides of my hips. But only I tried to get under the dress, as she stopped and said:
- Stop, you promised me a photo session. Where is she?!
- Well, if you want, then come on. Get up where you want. - I got a camera. And he offered to drink the rest of the wine. After finished, I started taking pictures. She began to pose, and I decided to decorate her photo, giving her a bouquet of red roses, she sat down on the floor near the candles, her dress slightly lifted and my eyes again looked over her panties. She noticed, but did not fix the dress, and I continued to photograph it. Then he helped to rise from the floor, and immediately kissed him passionately, putting his hand on his waist.
- Maybe you take off this dress, it seems to me that this bouquet will look perfect with your panties.
- I have a bra of the same color there ... Especially since flowers also fit my dress.
- Yes, but with your dark skin Roses will look very gorgeous.
“Good, but help me remove the dress.” I helped her unbutton her, and the dress fell to the floor. And Nastya appeared in front of me in such a way that my cock was ready to jump out of my pants: a tanned wife with a tail on her head and red lips, a red bra accentuating her breasts, of the same color as tango panties, highlighting her pumped buttocks.
- You're so beautiful with me. And he approached her, and then she jumped on me and started kissing. Even through the costume, I felt that her girl in shorts was hot and humid. I decided to take a chance. I laid her on the couch, and continued kissing her. She took off my jacket, and I pressed my groin to her panties as much as possible, in order to excite her even more and I felt a new rush of heat and moisture.I pressed her head to me with my left hand, and with my right hand I sank down to my panties and began to flirt with her girl through the fabric. Her kisses became more passionate, she ran her tongue into my mouth and began to play with mine, while biting my lips. I interrupted our kiss, abruptly, not allowing my wife to come round, face down to her panties, shifting the strip separating me from the cherished juicy womb, and do what was forbidden: I spend my tongue on her hole, and immediately hear a languid sigh, I feel how her legs squeeze my head
- Step, what are you doing? Where have you reached with your tongue ... But at this moment I penetrate the tongue into her hole, pushing the sex lips apart.
- Aaaa, how nice ... But it is impossible, Step. And he tries to remove my head from the exhausted pussy with my hands, but I begin to work intensively with my tongue, flirting with her girl. And gradually, the hands of his wife, instead of pushing me away from me, begin, though weakly, to control my head, to cuddle to me, and even podmahivat slightly. After 10 minutes of my stubbornness, Nastya pressed my mouth tightly to her hole, and she began to sit on my tongue herself, and then she stopped abruptly, a cry came out, and I felt her body shake, I swallowed all the juices that she was torn. After her body went limp, I decided that my plan was not completely successful: I wanted to go to sex, but seeing how beautiful my girl was after Cooney, I decided not to touch her. I just covered her, but I knew that this night was the beginning of a new sexual path in our relationship. To be continued...
I decided to start.
Bravo, author!
I have not laughed like that for a long time! To colic, to heartburn, slapping his knees, and gasping for breath, like a fish against ice. I have never met such virtuoso dances with a tambourine around my own text. However - about everything in order.
“And together with each other he went to various shops to fix a beautiful evening.” When I came from the shops, ”I realized that all the Tatars, except for me.
“When the wife came to the room in the hall, I closed it, and she told me that the lock had broken” - this is the most mysterious sentence of the whole story! I could not grasp the secret meaning of what was said.
“I went to wear my costume, and was sprinkled with aphrodisiac acquired from the shopper’s sex” - first, “put on”, but not “dress”, and second, aphrodisiac - it does not smell.
“My ready stock was already beginning now” - your stick lives its own life, however.
"My wife's ... poor growth of a brunette with a 3rd breast dimension, and a good daughter's ward (we went to sports hall, and there we had a separate set of wards, and we had a deprophy, and we had a deprived fetal fever; I am also guessing that she was there for herself.
“It was worn by a renowned country that was rented by a repairer, a jerry and a clown, and it was raised by a crawler; it was the sweep of the thigh, and it was the chest of the hip.” ten years, but the presence of the hips in the same place speaks of a serious osteochondrosis of the spouse.
“At 9 evenings, we went back to the house ... When I came to the house, I said that she had bought the house and got the house to go over the road” - this is quite logical: instead of going after the road for the way, we went for the road, we went along the way, to get the trash. ” sending his wife for bread at night (!) bakery with garbage in their hands. A romantic evening for a wife has just begun ...
“Only the entrance door slammed, I locked it in the key, so that she hadn’t accidentally entered the door” - who didn’t accidentally enter? Entrance door?!
“And as soon as I got into the door, I opened it, took a breeze, and she told me that she washed her hands, and cleaned her hair, cracked her lips” - the wife with a husband, her husband, she said, she would be there to give a response; to crack him on the head for such a remark.
“Coming out of the bath ... it stopped, but I pushed her lightly ahead” - like a cork in a bottle.
“She's got a little bit more than that.” her panties ”is a bomb, dear comrade!
Then you and the dress that sat on the sofa on your own, and your knees, detached from the body, which became higher than your hips, and the poor husband could not see anything - because he squeezed his legs! - but everything could be seen between them: it was enough just to cross them, and three times to read “Our Father” at the same time.
“Dropping the sides” - we ate plates.
“I started trying with her to coddle, and what surprised me, she responded with an answer” - Gospadya, how can you “try”? Well, how? Throughout the story, the hero “decides to begin,” “begins to try,” did he “want to begin to act”? and so on. How is that? And, by the way, I was also surprised that my wife answered a kiss to a husband in return. Usually this is followed by a right hook or, at worst, an uppercut.
"Zakonchiv potseluy I zametil chto ey ponravilos, and easy iskorku in glazah we razgovorilis o life, o rabote" - quite appropriate continuation of the "desire to start a" kunillingus - to talk about the work, noting that she liked it and light a spark in his eyes. This sentence was written by Yoda, not otherwise.
“I decided to play with her: I got strawberries and whipped cream because of the shooters and gave the game: we should put each other in a strawberry mouth with closed eyes. She has come to terms "- yes you, pervert, man, as I can see! Make the poor woman's eyes (!) And even closed (!!) put strawberries in your mouth! And, fuck, because of some kind of curtain!
“Then we drank more, and I started waving” - what did that hero suddenly start throwing out the caper ?!
“I made it go down even once the lips” - and what is this action, I hesitate to ask? Lips wandering around the room in the light of scented candles ?! You are there, an hour, not called Satan?
“I noticed out loud that strawberries are not enough, but it means I have to drink” - this is brilliant, Watson!
“And here the action was altogether full of it. She didn’t remove her hands from her chest and thighs ”- and sat, akimbo, in the pose of the pan.
“I have arrived at a photo studio. And he added the rest of the wine "- right from the camera.
“And as before, in front of me in such a way, from which my dick was ready to jump out of the shorts: the burned-in woman, with a lot of money, was an-yak-yak-yak-yak yak-yak yak yak yak yak yak.
“She took off her jacket, and I maximally pressed my Pakhom to her coward,” out of nowhere did groin Pakhom.
“Her kits became more passionate” - I would have fallen from fear somewhere in ebony.
“Not a woman to be remembered, letting my face go to her cowards, shifting the sex” - I hope that “shifting the strip” is an activity not prohibited by law. And that sounds ominous: it smacks of stabbing.
“And it is perfected hands of the wife, instead of him, in order to put the painfulness of the headache away from her, begin, care and slaughter the bruises of the pain of the bladder, press my head, press it to my head, and even the luvusitis of the lupitis Teaching my wife to pick one's hands is worth a lot!
“After 10 minutes of my persistence, Having strongly pressed my mouth to her click” - to which crack, I hesitate to ask ?! Hto here? Friend groin ?!
“I decided that my intention had not succeeded until the end” - I completely agree with you, dear author!
Ad populum,
Critic ST
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Thanks for your feedback. In the sequel, I will try not to make such mistakes.
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I love you.
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Well, brother ... Strong !!! I cried ...
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Critic ST - talented !!! I am not reading your first comment ... Tears are funny))). The author’s wish is not to be offended ... damp, messy ... and of course there are a lot of mistakes ...
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