1. Thresholds of love. Part 1
  2. Thresholds of love. Part 2
  3. Thresholds of love. Part 4
  4. Thresholds of love. Part 5

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Finally, I was lucky, and my boss, chief, during the New Year's corporate party, promised to give a two-week vacation in the summer! The thing is that in our department of purulent surgery there were always not enough surgeons, and in summer, however, the vacation time, and the work is not so tense, so Elena Nikolaevna gave the nod to leave. I immediately called my wife to please her with this news. To say that she was glad was not the right word, she screamed URA, having stunned me with her cry, and hung up the phone.

In the evening I came home, I found her in the hallway, trying on a naked body ultrashort sundress, which barely covered her breathtaking round ass, which I slammed when she leaned, which caused her heart-rending frightened scream, as she did not notice my presence. Having scolded me, she continued to flaunt herself in front of the mirror, and I was surprised to see how her breasts literally fell out of the close sundress in front, and only by some miracle her nipples sticking out from under the thin fabric did not turn out.

Her manipulations aroused me, despite the fact that before leaving for work I enjoyed my delicious body in full, fucking her crustaceans and filling her pussy with my sperm - she protected herself from the unwanted pregnancy with the aid of the IUD, according to the recommendation and with the help of the gynecologist. bravely finished it without fear of the consequences. Watching the striptease performed by his wife, my dick stirred in his pants, and that was why! Her naked, long, snow-white slender legs beckoned like a magnet to me, and despite the fact that I was hungry like a wolf, I decided to make love to her now. She grunted in disgust at my attempts to persuade her to have sex, saying that I was disturbing her and now it’s not up to me.

Reluctantly letting her go, I told her that she must have gone mad, forgetting where we were going. And we were going to go home, to Armenia, from where my wife and I moved to Russia three years ago under the program of resettlement of compatriots. She, with flashing eyes, replied that she was still not suffering from multiple sclerosis and was well aware of her actions. I was angry with her answer, and I did not fail to remind her that local men, although they had recently managed to get used to the bare female legs - urban women were liberated in terms of clothes, and yet they will pay increased attention to it in this connection, since despite the emancipation of clothes, women were not as accessible as in Russia. And she continued to spar with me, probably to annoy me even more, slyly saying that in Russia she had already lost the habit of annoying male attention and obvious attempts to remove for sex, so she really wants to feel again this inexpressible feeling of the desired female for mating.

She was very angry, but at the same time she excited me with her own words, so I bent her with cancer, and despite her attempts to break free, pulled my red-hot cock out of my pants, and seizing the moment, drove it into her surprisingly wet vagina. She scolded, struggled, but I firmly held her waist and pulled her seductive ass on his smoking trunk, each time breaking into it with more force. In the end, she resigned, and calling me a rude animal, silently endured, until I poured into her hot vagina. When I let go of her, she turned to face me, and holding her crack filled with sperm with her palm, she moaned:
- Cattle! - and stumbled into the bathroom. I shouted after me:
- Lustful bitch! If you dress like that there, the same thing awaits you there, only the unknown men will fuck you! She stood at the bathroom door and said:
- If you so want it, well, okay!
- Are you a fool? I warn you that the same things await you as now, if you provoke the Armenians there with your fucking look, and after all, there are now many Iranians who are very eager for an accessible female body.
“I know that, but can't you stand up for your wife, as always ?!”
“I’ll stand up for you, but if you dress up like this and show off without me, blame yourself!”
- So, be attentive, and protect me, if necessary, darling! - She cooed and conciliatory kiss on the lips, slipped into the bathroom.

My name is Andrei, I am 30 years old, I am a pure Russian, my ancestors were there during the time of Catherine the Great, who banished many Old Believers to the Caucasus in whole villages. And since then, a large Russian diaspora has appeared in Armenia, which, having received lands in its different areas, lived in isolation, observing all its customs and traditions, while trying to preserve the purity of blood, for this marriages took place between villagers or other representatives of the Old Believer communities there were a few.

I had an older sister who married a neighbor boy two years older than her, and lived with us with her two children and her husband, because her husband’s hut was very close - he had four brothers and sisters, plus their children . My mother, when I was 13 years old, somehow whispered in my ear that I had to get out of here in search of a better share in the capital, Yerevan, and for this I must first go to a good university. Since then, I have decided for myself to become a surgeon, and day and night, I was nibbling on chemistry, biology and physics textbooks.

At school I was an excellent student, having finished that against the will of my father I entered a medical school, working in parallel as an orderly at a regional hospital. Two years later, I filed a case at a medical school, with difficulty, but still enrolling in the faculty of medical affairs. Studying there was very difficult and difficult, many of my fellow students, who entered through blat, left the first course, and I distinguished myself there, also becoming an excellent student.

Outwardly, I did not look like a botan, having gone to his father with a tall stature of 190 cm and a strong build, very different from his classmates by grenadier data and Slavic appearance. I had a lot of Armenian friends with whom I spoke in Armenian, which I owned as well as Russian, unlike my other villagers, which helped me a lot in life, and sometimes led to ridiculous and funny things.

I really liked Diana, my classmate, who was three years younger than me. She was Armenian, but outwardly she looked more like a Russian, rather like a Khokhlushka. Affiliation to the Armenian nation was indicated by its thick, blue-black hair, which effectively shaded white skin and bright blue eyes, which were not typical of Armenians. But the shape of the huge almond-shaped eyes was, of course, purely Armenian. Everything else - a snub-nosed little nose and Slavic cheekbones said that Russian blood was probably in her blood, which I once jokingly joked at her, saying that her great-grandmother used to do it very well and, most importantly, effectively, smoked in the loft a brave Russian Cossack; otherwise, where did her white skin, blue eyes, snub nose and stately, tall, Slavic figure come from.

She was very offended at me, and after that she pointedly avoided me when we were together at student parties, which I avoided in every way, devoting almost all my free time to study, but at the same time regularly attending the gym, where I exhausted myself with hour and a half strength exercises every day. As they say, in a healthy body, a healthy mind, and unnoticed, after a year and a half, I began to reap the fruits of my physical exertion, especially in summer, when my bulging muscles, rolling under a vest on a naked body, attracted admiring feminine views of local residents.

I often listened to my address of the statements of Armenian women about my figure flattering to my ears, and several times I listened to their assumptions that most likely my member is as strong and big as I am and that they would not mind trying it. to myself.I must say that almost all the Russians living there did not know the Armenian language, and I was still most likely mistaken for a visitor, therefore, letting go of my opinions and statements to me, the female representatives were sure that I did not understand what was going on speech, I included Durkee and passed as ...

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