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The story is written at the request of the reader, the names are changed. Events happened a few years ago. True story or not, I can not say.
My name is Anton, at the time of the events I was 33 years old, I was 175 years old, a black man, the most ordinary in my opinion. Irina, my wife, she is 32 years old, height 170, blond hair, with a good figure and beautiful breasts of the second size, not a model or a fat one.
It was June, Saturday, my wife and I enjoyed the freedom that fell on us - my wife's parents left for the sea, grabbing ...
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My name is Anton, at the time of the events I was 33 years old, I was 175 years old, a black man, the most ordinary in my opinion. Irina, my wife, she is 32 years old, height 170, blond hair, with a good figure and beautiful breasts of the second size, not a model or a fat one.
It was June, Saturday, my wife and I enjoyed the freedom that fell on us - my wife's parents left for the sea, grabbing ...
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The story is written at the request and on the plot of the reader. Names changed. The story comes from the face of the heroine. And although I tried, but it is very difficult to convey states and emotions, as it is difficult to describe what I have never experienced ... Whether the story is real or not, I cannot say.
Ivan became my savior, he brought me back to normal life. Well, almost to normal ... I would like every day, but the town is small ... The fear of exposure was huge. So when I became unbearable, I called and he came ...
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Ivan became my savior, he brought me back to normal life. Well, almost to normal ... I would like every day, but the town is small ... The fear of exposure was huge. So when I became unbearable, I called and he came ...
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The story is written at the request and on the plot of the reader. Names changed. The story comes from the face of the heroine. Real stories or not, I do not know. I have not written for a long time, so do not judge strictly ... The story is a continuation of the story "For the first time."
Ivan became my savior, he brought me back to normal life. Well, almost to normal ... I would like every day, but ... The town is small, and the fear of exposure was huge. Our relationship with Ivan, surprisingly and to my joy, turned out to be rather long ...
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Ivan became my savior, he brought me back to normal life. Well, almost to normal ... I would like every day, but ... The town is small, and the fear of exposure was huge. Our relationship with Ivan, surprisingly and to my joy, turned out to be rather long ...
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The story is written at the request of the reader. Continuation of the story “Lena. Our guest... ". All character names are changed. The story turned out chaotic, written in a short time and under a certain mood. The story sent was changed, but the customer was satisfied with the changes ...
I, to put it mildly, took offense at Yurk. The friend is also called, and besides, the brother, albeit a cousin, but a brother. I took advantage of the situation ... Lenka at that moment was absolutely insane ... And then I myself too ...
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I, to put it mildly, took offense at Yurk. The friend is also called, and besides, the brother, albeit a cousin, but a brother. I took advantage of the situation ... Lenka at that moment was absolutely insane ... And then I myself too ...
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The story is written at the request and on the plot of the reader. Names changed. The story comes from the face of the heroine. And although I tried, but it is very difficult to convey states and emotions, as it is difficult to describe what I have never experienced ... I don’t know if the story is real or not.
My name is Irina, I am 34 years old, married, have a daughter. I want to tell a story that happened to me almost ten years ago. We lived in a small town in the Kaliningrad region. My husband, his name is Oleg, sailor, military. Our life evolved ...
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My name is Irina, I am 34 years old, married, have a daughter. I want to tell a story that happened to me almost ten years ago. We lived in a small town in the Kaliningrad region. My husband, his name is Oleg, sailor, military. Our life evolved ...
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The story is written at the request of the reader. All character names are changed.
The fact that my wife is cheating on me now no longer had any doubts. But the most amazing thing was completely different, it did not bother me at all. No, I'm lying ... It worried me ... It turned on me terribly! I even dreamed of seeing my devout woman give herself to another. And having seen it with my own eyes, I even calmed down a bit. Perhaps I have a problem with my head! Or adrenaline is not enough? Painfully calm life came after me ...
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The fact that my wife is cheating on me now no longer had any doubts. But the most amazing thing was completely different, it did not bother me at all. No, I'm lying ... It worried me ... It turned on me terribly! I even dreamed of seeing my devout woman give herself to another. And having seen it with my own eyes, I even calmed down a bit. Perhaps I have a problem with my head! Or adrenaline is not enough? Painfully calm life came after me ...
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After the events described in the first story, I completely lost my head. I was torn by conflicting feelings. First, jealousy! Terrible jealousy of everything that moves on two legs (of course, the male part of the population). To Leh, to whom I myself gave the opportunity to fuck ...be my Lenka, to my wife’s colleagues at work, although I didn’t know any of them and never saw them. To random ...
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I woke up, it was already light, I was lying on the side of my wife. In my place lay Marat, Christine slept between us, turning to him. Her head lay on Marat's shoulder, in a dream she was hugging him.
The head, surprisingly, did not hurt so much, given the drunk yesterday. But in the stomach was quite bad.
From yesterday's euphoria is not a trace. I already regretted that yesterday ...
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The head, surprisingly, did not hurt so much, given the drunk yesterday. But in the stomach was quite bad.
From yesterday's euphoria is not a trace. I already regretted that yesterday ...
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My name is Alexander, I am 30 years old, height is 178 cm, an ordinary guy, not handsome, not a freak, of average build, we can say the average individual. But my wife Lena is just beautiful, perhaps this is my subjective opinion. She is 29 years old, blonde, 170 cm tall, slim, she looks after her figure, once or twice a week attending fitness. She has beautiful breasts of the 2nd size with small brownish nipples, not sagging, she still sometimes ...
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This time, the story is not about my ex-wife Dasha, but about her best friend Irina. I promised to write in the last story, so here, I fulfill ...
My wife Dasha has a best friend, they have known since childhood, they studied at school together, in the same class. From the very first day of our life together with his wife, Ira was the most frequent guest in our house. She was even more often with us than our parents. The first time she married a couple of years after our wedding, I can ...
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My wife Dasha has a best friend, they have known since childhood, they studied at school together, in the same class. From the very first day of our life together with his wife, Ira was the most frequent guest in our house. She was even more often with us than our parents. The first time she married a couple of years after our wedding, I can ...
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