My husband in a great mood arrived with me at a Turkish five-star hotel. However, on the very first day, it turned out that we had simply misunderstood each other. Naturally, I assumed that I would never drink and hang out in Turkey, because we would sunbathe and bathe with our loved ones, and always make love the rest of the time. But this goat began to complain about health, heat, pressure, heart, and some of its own diseases, which allegedly exacerbated from other people's water and food. Everything was bad for him, he was lying in the room and he was only screaming about his health. You see, he could not fulfill his marital duty, but what could I do? Put on the burqa and sit next to him? My nerves could not stand. The rest of the rest in Turkey, I remember badly. I remember a couple of particularly vile scandals with my husband, I remember an extremely unpleasant conversation in the police, where I was brought naked from a night beach, I remember a scandal in an airplane when a stinky conductor refused to bring me a drink. In the plane my husband stood up not for me, but for the stewardess. I will never forgive this betrayal. If a man says that he loves his girlfriend, it means that he should always stand up for her, and my goat began to defend another. It was a blow to the heart. Then I thought for the first time that maybe we could never get married.

Holidays in Turkey, I did not like. Later I read a lot of reviews about Turkish hotels and I realized that neither decent ladies, nor glamorous bitches go to Turkey. Turkey is a lot of cheap kept women, a nipple for one season and every beggar of the poor. One had to go to Nice, to the Cote d'Azur, to the Riviera, or to another decent place. So my husband is to blame for the fact that the trip did not work, we need to choose the right place for rest, and not try to save on my wife.

I still hoped to save our family, love and past passion. After all, I am one of those women who were born to be custodians of a family hearth, in contrast to such egoists as Sveta who live only for themselves. My goat did not want to admit his mistakes and threatened to drive me out of the house. In order to save the family, I decided to temporarily meet his selfish demands and for the time being, start drinking with him. I'm not an alcoholic, so I can safely stop drinking at any time. Vowing to my husband never to drink again, I gave him a hectic sex (in advance, by the way, since he didn’t deserve it yet) and went to my best friend to share my experiences and listen to her advice.

My decision to stop drinking, Sveta did not approve, because she believed that I should not yield to my husband in anything. “You give up in the small, he will completely crush you, show him who is in charge in the house, do everything in your own way,” Light told me. Svetka is straight as a board, there is no feminine flexibility and subtlety in it. I insisted on my decision, and even refused to drink with a friend, as she persuaded me. Then Sveta advised me a different way how to restore the old relationship with her husband. Ask for a decent gift and go on an expensive trip, for example, to France. “It’s better then not to France, but to Europe, to Paris,” I said, “I heard that there is such a place, having seen that, you can even die. I want to see. ”

So I did, I secretly bought a ticket for two to Paris, and asked my husband to give me a new red car with such little rings in front. After all, the one that he bought me last year was, let's say, from inexpensive ones and was already heavily scratched in many places. I found a new two-door beauty in a magazine and showed my husband, saying that after buying this thing, he was waiting for a surprise from me. You understand, this gift would bring our relationship to a new level, a reboot of our love would occur, but this old goat ruined everything.He refused to buy me a car, in the end, we naturally quarreled, and I flew to Paris not with him, but with Sveta, despite all the threats and prohibitions of this idiot. Sveta is right, since he does not want to marry me, it means that I can feel free from obligations as a woman and do whatever I want.

Oh, Paris, Paris!

In Paris, I decided that the Louvre, is not going anywhere, and you first need to visit more fun places. Sveta and I sfotkalis on the Eiffel Tower, and in the evening already came off to the full in the coolest club. New breathtaking cocktails, light and easily accessible drugs, and most importantly men, many, many men.

It was in Paris that I first tried sex together. Oh, girls! Be sure to try. When immediately three hot male members simultaneously fill your loving holes, you get incomparable pleasure. I showed these self-confident males what a higher class is. All three have finished twice, and under me and above me and into me and towards me, and I plunged into the whirlpool of countless orgasms. Spattered with sperm, I squirmed and wanted more. Three dark-skinned Parisian men surrendered and could not continue, but I was ready to fuck more and more. They will remember me for a long time. Where was Sveta at that time, I don’t remember, I woke up at the hotel.

Sveta tried to rest as I should, and all the time I poured alcohol and looked for new men. I only had time to pay bills for our gatherings with her. In Russia, beautiful girls don’t need money for entertainment, men pay for everything, but Paris is no longer the same, damn feminists have driven the people to the point where I myself had to pay all our expenses in night clubs. Fuck is equality? Of course, I agree that women should have as many rights as men, but if a man invites a girl to the club, then he must pay. Am I not right?

With such a friend as my Light you will not perish even on the edge of the earth. For a long time I did not feel so happy. Paris, men, orgasms, elite drinks, best friend nearby, what else does a modern girl need to be happy?

I returned from Paris happy, although Svetkin advised not to use condoms to increase the pleasure, I went sideways, or rather not sideways, but a sexually transmitted disease. But I am not offended at Svetka, but she wanted the best. “Having sex in a condom is the same as washing in the shower in jeans,” she said. I thought that in Paris everything was clean. I think, girls, that many of you had to secretly treat your husband, ureoplasmosis and other venereal garbage, because love is evil, and passion is reckless. I am sure that you will understand and sympathize with me. I had to put a lot of intelligence and resourcefulness so that my darling would not notice anything and would not get infected by anything from me. Sveta managed, by some miracle, not to pick up anything, but for some reason she did not look as happy as I was. Sometimes I do not understand her, she is too confused.

Having been treated and somehow reconciled with my husband, I was ready for a new adventure on my ass. I dreamed of sex at night, and I decided that I would allow myself to have this kind of rest at least a couple of times a year. After a trip to Paris, I was determined to still get married and live like a real lady. For the sake of marriage, I was even ready to forever abandon alcohol. However, my beloved became increasingly estranged from me and, no matter how hard I tried, I could not manage to return the former tender family relationships. Of course, the crisis of a three-year family life also affected here. I have endured for a long time, but my patience is not infinite.

Soon my husband brought me to the point that I was determined to take revenge on this goat for everything at once. I gave him the best years of my life, and he deprived me of elementary life comforts. He began to give me very little money. I went by the old car, wore old dresses, did not appear in the light. And what could be harder for a lady than the lack of nightclubs, music, dancing and entertainment. I planted like a flower that the wicked gardener stopped watering.She began to crawl into depression, stopped watching herself and even gained a few pounds of excess weight. Sometimes I spent days at home watching TV without a penny in my pocket, ... Read more →