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Young Wife. Erotica
Юрий Буреве
In an exciting and provocative novel, the author immerses readers in the complex world of growing up and self-determination. The main character becomes a young girl who has recently married, who suddenly finds herself facing many new trials and temptations of adulthood.
As she learns to combine the role of wife, lover and independent personality, her inner world is filled with doubts, passions and unexplored desires. Sensuality and intrigue force her to reconsider her ideas about love, loyalty and freedom. Each chapter reveals her emotional and physical experiences in a new way, leading to unexpected discoveries and sweet bliss.
The novel offers not only immersion into the exciting world of erotic fantasies, but also deep reflection on how to find a balance between personal desires and public expectations. This is a story about self-discovery, courage and finding your own way in the maze of modern relationships.

Юрий Буреве
Young Wife. Erotica

Chapter 1. Cold
– Nat, are you coming to the party?
– Who will be there?
– All ours.
– Maybe. Everyone there will be useless, some kind of poor people, that means, – said Natalya, taking off her house pants, getting ready to go to the shower.
– Well, will you come or not?
– Let's see. Will that handsome guy come?
– Who?
– Sasha, fair-haired, he still has cheekbones.
– This is Vera's boyfriend.
– Which one is this?
– Yes, you saw her, we were at the disco together, then she left with some guy, she didn’t even say goodbye, bitch.
– And this slut, fuck her. Okay, friend, I have serious things to do here, I'm busy.
She threw the phone on the couch and took off the last of her clothes, leaving red thin panties next to the phone, and, having sniffed them, put them next to the phone. Then she picked it up again, scrolled through the feed, found some videos, forgot that she needed to go to the bathroom, sat back on the couch, lifting one leg, and her labia parted.
When she felt a little chilly without her clothes, she said, " Brrrrr ," and walked away, wiggling her firm ass, which no one saw at that time.
The bottle of shampoo she had picked up fell over and she wanted to squat down and wash her hair in that position to give her legs a rest, which had been pretty sore, aching and stretched since yesterday from standing bent over for a long time while the bartender had sex with her at the counter after her shift ended and the small restaurant she worked in closed.
But although her anus hurt, she didn’t pay attention to it, especially since it didn’t interfere with standing on her feet, and she definitely didn’t want to sit on a small plastic chair right now.
This was her favorite place where she liked to take male members, after blowjobs, which she did with ease anywhere, if the guy asked her about it twice, when, having refused after the first time, she agreed to the second, and she tried not to change this rule in the last six months, after one guy she really liked did not want to have sex with her. She could not understand this, because he was married, had children, but did not succumb to provocative hints, and, having dropped her off after driving her home at night after work, having picked her up at the bus stop, he quickly left.
She always thought that any man wanted her, and even more so if she offered sex, and so after this incident she went on a rampage and did not want to miss any member that could enter her, reminding that mainly in the anus and mouth.
She used her vagina for special occasions, when she really liked a guy and she was sure that he had a big one, because she didn't want to spoil her taste by fucking with smaller ones than she considered necessary.
After working as a prostitute for a few months after her second year of university during the summer holidays, she decided not to do it anymore, and not for moral principles or financial reasons, she just really wanted to sleep at night, and she had a hard time with the night calls, sometimes just falling asleep when another client fucked her. Of course, she couldn't ignore those who had sufficient arguments between their legs, and she couldn't doze off like that.
That same year, she dropped out of university and went on academic leave for a year, undecided whether to drop out completely or wait.
And when one morning after a night shift she went home, forgetting to put on pants, from fatigue and from getting used to the fact that she was more naked than dressed at work. Noticing only when she was standing and waiting for the elevator, and a man in glasses was looking at him very attentively, smiling.
Realizing that the bottom was naked, she, without changing her face for a single facial expression, returned to take the pants. At least she decided to take a break and now she could sleep with men only for twice the amount, which is why she had very few clients, but she had enough for pocket money and beautiful underwear, which she loved to buy, dress in them at home and admire herself in the mirror for a long time, and sometimes, excited by herself, she began to masturbate right standing in the hallway, and if this did not help, she went to the park, dressed in the tightest possible clothes, enticing guys, but this method rarely ended in sex, so she often just called friends, said various pleasant words, seduced them into sex, so that, having arrived, they would have her within the next half hour, she did not like to wait for a long time.
Finally, coming out of the shower, she stuck her finger into her crotch, sniffed it and tasted it, and then, smiling, walked towards the balcony, drying herself with a towel.
The bell rang again, bringing her back to reality.
– Yes. I told you I'd think about it.
Throwing the phone back on the same place on the couch and putting her panties back on, she stood at the mirror, looked at herself and went this time to the kitchen to have a drink and cook dinner. She understood that her friends really wanted to see her present at the event and attract guys, where they were celebrating an incomprehensible date, which Natalia didn't care about. But in order for them to come, they had to be sure that Natasha would come, and they demanded confirmation and even guarantees from her friends, to which they swore that she would definitely come, and if not, they would let them fuck them. They had to go to extremes to make her come, but they didn't dare ask her for a guarantee. They were afraid of her, thinking that she had many fans who had big connections in the city, because it couldn't be any other way.
And before going to bed she wrote that she would drop by, but not for long, and if it wasn't interesting, she would leave quickly. After which her friends began to warn other mutual guy friends that she wouldn't leave right away, they needed to dance with her more.
Every time she came to the party, all the guys were in a good and upbeat mood, which often affected the communication of these same guys with other girls, and they often drank more, and after that they began to pester them too.
It cannot be said that all of Natalia's friends were not beautiful, they were wonderful, but Nata , as her friends often called her, was beyond competition, and always caused a sensation at a party.
The party was supposed to happen tomorrow, but there was one thing that kept stopping her from going to another Sabbath with her friends, that was that the day after tomorrow she had to go to work at a restaurant, albeit after one o'clock in the afternoon, but still, she already understood that she would most likely not get enough sleep, if she could at all. What would happen and how the evening and the night itself would go, no one knew and could not know.
– Hello.
– I thought you, slut, wouldn't come to us, – said one of her friends, but she couldn't remember her name, because she had seen her about ten times in her life, and specifically at parties like this, but she didn't know who she was or what she did. They were mostly her classmates, and one girl and a guy from her work. They were sitting apart from everyone else, because they had recently started a love relationship, but they came at Natalia's invitation, since she was currently working as a senior shift manager, they didn't want to argue with her, and they planned to leave when they checked in and the wildest part of the party began, quietly cleaning up.
Natalia tried not to remember the names of her friends and acquaintances, realizing that all these people were temporary in her life, and most likely, when she got married or moved to another city, she would completely stop communicating with them, and now she continued to do this so as not to become a black sheep, but also to have time to hang out. She planned to marry a rich and well-off man so as not to work, and in this environment there was clearly no such candidate for her.
– Firework.
– Well, – Natalya said reluctantly to the guy she had seen before but couldn’t remember again, and just in case she complimented him on how good he looked.
The guy, who did not expect this, was overcome with emotion, and in the next ten minutes he managed to tell about his life, everything he had experienced in life, and the most significant events, in his opinion.
She listened for the first minute and then switched to looking at the sofas that stood in this room. She imagined how best to stand here to better feel the long members, and so that at the same time her uterus would not hurt during the thrusts.
At the end of the tenth minute, she decided to interrupt his conversation.
– Do you have a girlfriend?
– No, but I would like to.
– Come on, I need help fixing my bra.
– Went.
The apartment that was rented for the party was an old layout and five rooms. Perhaps famous and rich people of their time lived here before, because the decoration was preserved and the interior, although old, inspired the spirit of quality antiques.
Perhaps the room where Natalya and the guy whose name she didn't want to know had been used for birthdays and cutting out confetti for the New Year, or simply reading a book. But now there was a guy and a girl whose intentions were very different from what to read, especially since the holidays were still a long way off.
The door was not locked, but this factor did not matter to her.
– When was the last time you had sex?
– For a long time…
– Are you jerking off?
– Yes, yesterday.
– Look, if you didn’t leave me any or left me little, I’ll punish you, – and, coming up, she grabbed his penis through his pants with her hands.
He tried to kiss her, hug her, but she was cold, because she did not like to kiss, she liked to feel men's members and feel them inside her. The feeling of something foreign inside her excited her wildly, and she received more pleasure from this very understanding than from the tactile feelings that complemented the general emotions, which is why if she got an orgasm, it was always bright, powerful, often squirting, but if for the first time in the evening. The rest she experienced usually, and felt it with her stomach, the tips of her toes and the crown of her head.
– Where do you want me?
– Where can I go?
– Just not in the ass, it hurts today.
She, without waiting for his answer, began to desperately masturbate him, after which she suddenly got down on her knees, because she was too lazy to take off her pants, or rather, to lower them, and secondly, she was afraid that she would stain her snow-white panties immediately after the first sex at the party.
She began to lick and swallow his cock just as furiously as she had masturbated, something the guy was not at all prepared for, which made him stagger like the last autumn leaf in the wind in autumn, and that he was about to break off and fall.
He decided to help her with his hands, holding her head, but she specially took the penis out of her mouth for this and said:
– No hands, I'll do it myself, I know how to suck properly.
She said it so menacingly that he was a little confused, and his penis began to deflate from fear.
– What, are you scared? Now, don't worry, – she tried to calm him down, taking his cock out of her mouth again.
After that, she set herself up to get a portion of sperm in her mouth faster, to never see this guy again in her life. Increasing the intensity, strength and depth of swallowing gave their fruits, in the form of a small portion, which made her dissatisfied.
– Why the hell did you jerk off yesterday? – she asked, and added:
– Free.
The guy came out, and after two minutes she came out.
The party, which promised to be fun, according to the friends, presented a dismal picture, with small groups of several people hanging out here and there and arguing about something.
Natalya, having looked at this, sat down on the sofa and began to consider the next victim who could satisfy her vaginally, but she did not find any candidates that met her criteria.
– Hello.
– Yeah, – she said, without opening her mouth, where some of the unswallowed sperm still remained on her teeth and tongue, which she was now cleaning up by running the tip of her tongue over the surface of her teeth and running a small bite over the tongue itself to clean the surface.
– Did you get something in your teeth? – the boy asked, noticing this and how his tongue was moving so wildly inside that at times his cheeks would puff out from the touch of his tongue.
– Yes, I ate it here, it doesn't matter. And you look good, – she said, switching on the "next" mode.
– I used to do sports, and…
Here she decided to interrupt the conversation at the beginning, not wanting to listen to his short biography of his life.
– Let’s go, – she said quietly and quickly.
He followed him and ended up in the bathroom because the room they first went to was occupied.
Without waiting for the perfect partner for the party, she pulled down her pants, which were tight to the middle of her thigh, bent over and rested her hands on the edge of the bathtub.
The guy was so excited that he couldn't speak and had to masturbate his penis before trying to insert it into her.
– Come on, hurry up.
But she didn't have to wait long, and she felt the warmth and tension in her crotch, what she loved so much in her life, and all the worries went away.
– Do you cum quickly?
– In different ways, now you are beautiful, your ass is elastic, probably…
– Give me some more compliments.
– You have an awesome crotch, a tight pussy, and breasts as firm as balls, you're awesome, I want you always, I want-e-e-e…
She felt him cum, but she didn't feel how. She herself hadn't experienced anything close to an orgasm.
– Is that all? You're free, – she said the same thing to the second guy after sex, making it a habit, not worrying at all about how he would take these words, whether he would be offended, whether his feelings of pride would be touched or not, she didn't care.
– Call the next one.
She didn't want to go back out anymore, because she completely stopped liking this event, except for the possibility of feeling foreign organs in her crotch.
She sat on the edge of the bathtub without even lifting her pants. The lowered pants gave access to a view of her crotch from the front, which was divided by a beautiful and thin strip of shaved crotch below the labia.
There was a knock at the door.
– Open.
A guy walked in, barely fitting into the remaining space of the bathroom.
– I'm Anton.
– Anton, loaf. Now we'll check how loaf you are.
She sat and tried to provoke me into rough sex, and she started it with words.
– Show me your dick.
He pulled it out, pulling down his fly.
– Do you have eggs?
He pulled down his pants.
– Jerk off.
He started masturbating himself.
– Stick your finger up your ass.
He squatted down a little and did it.
He began to understand what she wanted, and, pulling down her pants, which came off quite quickly, in two movements, throwing them to the bottom of the bath, he lifted her up and planted himself inside her, while she hugged his body with both legs.
She was like the cabin of an amusement ride that rises up and then quickly descends, delighting those sitting on it. She was both the cabin, and the spectator of the cabin, and the mechanism itself with a braking device in the form of a piston and cylinder.
– You fuck great. I like you. Maybe we'll meet again later?
She continued to speak, despite the deep bars, to which he, breathlessly:
– Come on, write me your number, I'll come over sometime and fuck you at night if you have insomnia.
– Good – o-o-o-o – o -o-o-o-o…
– There are still many -o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o pa-a-a-a-a-ar-ne-e-e-e
– A couple of people, but they are already busy.
– Go on. Smell my breasts.
He leaned over, but instead began to lick them, squeezing her nipples with his teeth, which made her completely lose control of herself and start moaning, which, of course, did not particularly surprise anyone who heard from other rooms, rather it prompted another couple to have faster sex, where she had been before.
– I'm tired, let me down, come behind me.
She meant for him to fuck her in the vagina when she stood up, leaning forward, but the guy took this as an invitation to anal sex, which he tried to implement immediately.
– It hurts, where are you going?
– There, you wanted to go from behind.
– I meant-e-e-e-e… keep-e-e-e-e-e
It hurt, but she endured it for the sake of it, for the sake of the process, for the sake of the feeling of something foreign inside.
With one hand she began to vigorously massage her clitoris, and with the other her breasts in turn, which is why, left without support, she was now rocking like an autumn leaf.
– Fuck, screw…
She felt the approach of that orgasm that she experienced very rarely, and now it was more likely to be it, because she began to experience cramps in her calves and warmth in her groin.
And so… A riot of feelings and emotions, and the moisture that splashed was now flowing from her hips, mixing with dried drops of sperm from the other guy.
– Thank you, I'll write you down in my phone as "jet", I don't need your name.
– I'll write you down as "gap number one", you're moving up to first place in my personal ranking, and someone has lost first place.
– Do I know her?
– Yes, she is here.
– Okay, I don't care.
He left without saying anything more, and for the first time that evening she felt like a weak woman who needed to be protected and loved, but he found this guy quite interesting.
She came out of the bathroom again and, not recognizing even half of the guests who had been there before, began to look at them, she was looking for him, who was still unknown to her.
She noticed two guys and approached them herself.
– Good evening.
– Good man, who are you? – asked the strongest of them.
– Natasha. Nata.
– Nice name. My friend got divorced yesterday, will you shelter him for a while?
– I thought there were three of us.
– Fuck, I'm not an animal.
– This is the first time I’ve seen someone refuse something like this.
– Did you think guys would agree to everything for a hole? Although let's go, I'll fuck you and go home, my wife is waiting there.
He took her to the balcony, which was connected to the kitchen, because there were no other empty rooms. The couple sitting there were a waitress and a bartender from her job, who tried to stay close to each other all evening. Natasha didn't see them, passing by without looking at their faces. And since the curtains were quite transparent, they had to see the whole scene from beginning to end.
Coming back, adjusting her pants, she recognized them.
– Hello. How is your evening? Why are you bored? Not having fun?
– It's okay, I was getting ready to go home.
She, standing in the kitchen by the window, pulled down her pants again, adjusted her panties so that they didn’t cut into her crotch and sat evenly on her waist, put them back on with a silent face and a look directed at the bartender, with whom she had a relationship, or rather, had fucked ten times in the service toilet and once in the warehouse, on sacks of coffee.
She returned to the hall, where the friend of the one who had fucked her and who had recently gotten divorced was still waiting for her.
– Don't be sad, the main thing is that your dick is hard.
– Costs.
– What, did you break up?
– Were you out for a walk?
– So you got a whore. It happens. Maybe we should come to my place, I'm so fucking tired of being here, I'm just so fucking tired, in different ways. I'm dripping with cum like a bitch. We'll fuck, you can go home in the morning.
They left without saying goodbye to anyone.
Natasha rented an apartment when she worked as a prostitute, and now that her source of income had fallen, she needed someone to pay the rent at first, and a little for food and clothes. She couldn't find a rich man right away, which she had counted on when she started working as an escort, and now, realizing that it wouldn't work out quickly in other ways, she decided to wait and find a guy.
At first glance, she didn’t even like the friend of the one who fucked her on the balcony, but while they were riding in a taxi, she changed her mind about a lot of things and came to the conclusion that such a calm guy would probably suit her better than an impudent alpha male, with whom she simply couldn’t cope.
She decided not to rush, but to spend the rest of the night in the company of a guy who could satisfy her while she dozed, as she had done many times before.
In the morning she woke up with a feeling that her crotch was splitting with pain, and it seemed to her that if she stood up now, she would split in half along her crotch, so much did her ass, vagina and even mouth hurt.
She remembered that she came back with a guy who didn't say anything all night, but fucked her in all the holes, that even if she wanted to take a little nap at that time, out of habit during boring sex with small dicks, she couldn't fall asleep at night, because his penis was so big that she thought he pumped silicone in there or it was a prosthesis.
In the morning, this version disappeared from her mind, because while he was sleeping, the member now had an average value, not much different from others that she had seen enough, but felt more.
Returning from the shower, she noticed that the guy had woken up.
– Natasha. Nata, Natalya, Natusik.
– Vlad. So we've met. I'm Sasha's friend.
– Handsome?
– Well, if you think so, then yes. He got married recently, his woman got pregnant. He didn't want to, but he had to.
– I see, so he's married now. Vlad, why don't you come and live with me, I'm actually renting an apartment, we can pay together.
– Well, if… Okay, I'm ready to pay the full price, I recently got a promotion at work, we celebrated, when I came home, my wife threw a fit, said that I was hanging out with whores, one thing, another, it came to a divorce, although the divorce hasn't been finalized yet, that's it, I'm proud too.
– Okay, Vlad. Here are the spare keys, I gave them to Mom earlier, keep them for yourself. I have to go to work for lunch, and do you have to work today?
– Yes, by ten.
– There's still time, I'll cook some porridge now. Would you like some?
– Will.
He stood up, and his cock, which had long since taken on the shape of an attacker after he had removed the blanket, appeared especially large before her.
– Nice dick. You fuck great, I like you.
– You are beautiful, you excite.
She was a little late for work, but since it was customary to arrive half an hour before the shift was accepted, everything went well.
– How did you get home? – the bartender asked her.
– Fine and you?
– Okay, let’s go through the park, I fucked her there, – he decided to open up to her, and, rather, it was an attempt to present himself as a male after she had adjusted her panties in the kitchen yesterday, with her pants down.
– So how is it?
– She finished before I had time, she said she was frozen.
– Okay, so everything started out fine. And did you fuck her at home?
– Well, yes, only after some persuasion, she was in a bad mood yesterday.
– Bullshit, don't think about it, you won't understand us girls, because I often don't understand myself in the morning, what I did yesterday and why, I'm carried away by something, I do it, then, falling asleep, I think, why and for what reason, I don't know anymore. Well, enough chatter, it's time to work.

Chapter 2. The Pipe
– Vlad, which restaurant should we choose? Or does it not matter to you?
– Darling, maybe in the center, where the registry office is?
– Good idea. Will they give you cars at work at a discount for their own people?
– I think so, where would they go? I am the head of the motorcade now.
– You are such a good girl, I am so glad that I am marrying you. It is better to get a mortgage right away, under the program, they can cancel it later.
– Okay, dear.
– You are so sweet, you obey me in everything, but I allow you to not listen to me sometimes.
– For example?
– If I ask you that I don’t want sex anymore today, don’t believe me.
– Oh, my beauty, I will carry you in my arms, love you in my arms.
– Like in the bathroom at the party then?
– It wasn't me, I didn't fuck you then, my friend.
– Oh yeah, sorry, I forgot, I got it mixed up. I'm such a fool.
– Tomorrow we’ll go choose a dress and agree on the wedding day there and then.
– Registration and restaurant on the same day?
– Yes.
– How many guests will you have on your side, approximately?
– I think no more than twenty, I wish this evening would end sooner, I mean the wedding day, not because I don’t love you, it’s just that this is a group of people who don’t know each other very well, ideally they’ll get drunk, eat their fill and then disperse.
– Well, I myself don’t like big companies, I have to endure this day, then I will love you all my life, I will be so good and only for you
– I know, darling, come to me.
– You're so cool, but it's good to be with you.
– And I'm with you.
– Maybe today we'll go to the restaurant where I work, I want my friends to serve us, or rather, I want to show off to my husband
– And if you think it's normal, comfortable for you, let's go. I want to be with you every free minute, darling.
– Let's call a taxi for now, we can have sex.
– Do you think we’ll make it in time?
– No. At least let's start.
Vlad pounced on her like a beast, pressing her against the wall, which is why she didn't have time to say a single word, but only a few drawn-out interjections, from which he got so excited that he finished without having time to wait for her to flow. From the dryness in her vagina, his shaft rubbed harder, which is why he squirted quite quickly
– I didn't have time.
– Then, after the restaurant, the evening is just beginning.
– Thank you, you reassured me.
They were in the cafe literally twenty-three minutes later, as Vlad realized, looking at his watch, which he never parted with. And he often wondered how people lived without a watch.
– Good evening.
– Hi, how are you?
– Fine. What will you order?
– I don’t know, you go ahead, you know your menu better, – Vlad said, looking at Natalia and smiling at the waitress, who stood there like a stake driven into the ground, not moving, but after his smile she changed her tension to a free stand, which caused her butt to stick out twice as much as before.
– How does she do it? – he thought and began to examine her figure, comparing it with the figure of his bride. She was good in places, but overall she was inferior to Natasha.
Ten minutes later a large jug of tea was brought.
– Fruity.
– I love.
– I like it too, just without sugar. I'll be right there.
She went towards the bar to say hello to the bartender who had changed shifts, and after the shift schedules had changed, they stopped getting into the same shift now. Perhaps the owner of the establishment did this on purpose, or there simply weren't enough people.
But they started talking, and Vlad started feeling uncomfortable. When she came back, Natalya said that in half an hour she would have to go away and teach the new worker in the kitchen how to properly lay out the service and so on, because there were no people, and she knew almost nothing. She swore for a long time that why were they hiring such simpletons.
But she stayed to eat the first dish that was brought.
– Delicious, and how about you, darling?
– Cool, delicious, amazing. You have a great chef, yes, he is the main employee of our restaurant, everything depends on him, whether the client will come back or not, because if it is not tasty, the guests do not come back, this is bad in the long term, because the restaurant usually attracts the same people, mostly the same people come here, an expensive restaurant, so they also take photos for prestige. True, we probably won’t be able to come here all the time, because they give their employees a fifty percent discount per month once, even taking this into account, it will be expensive for us. Mortgage, food, clothes, we need to save. Let's see, maybe I will change to another job or get reinstated at the university, but it will be difficult for you to work alone.
– Darling, I can handle it.
– I know, but it will still be hard for you alone. Everything is expensive. Okay, I'll step away now and give the waitress a briefing, there will be people tonight, and she can ruin our restaurant's image for a short time, where and how to serve. Okay, darling?
– No problem, I'm waiting, I'll miss you.
Natalia went into the technical, production room.
– Didn't you get bored?
– I missed you. Is it okay? Did you sort it out?
– Yes. He catches on quickly, we did it in fifteen minutes.
– I wanted to order myself some whiskey, but the bartender disappeared somewhere.
– Perhaps he’s receiving the goods; yesterday they brought in boxes with a new batch, maybe he’s sorting them out.
Five minutes later the bartender appeared at the counter, and Vlad wanted to go get some alcohol.
– I won't.
– Then I won’t either, – Vlad said and sat back down.
– I think they’ll bring the second course now, – said Natalya, adjusting the waistband of her trousers and her blouse, which was slightly askew and didn’t sit right, which Vlad noticed, but didn’t say anything about.
Having paid, they began to leave, and when Vlad came out first, Natalya, walking behind, turned towards the bartender and blew a kiss, and also came out.
The days flew by one after another, the nights slower, it was a time of passion for the bride and groom.
– Do you want a bachelor party for yourself?
– I didn't think so.
– Think about it. I would like a hen party, but the day before, not now, when there are a few days left, when the excitement will be mixed with joy.
– Sure, talk to your girlfriends, make it something you'll remember. Just call for a male striptease, I guess.
– What a kindergarten, why striptease right away, if you can have a male prostitute right away.
– Well, yes, why waste time on strange dances? – Vlad wanted to translate his words into a joke, but it turned out badly, and he did not wait for a response smile from the bride.
He went to take a shower, when he came back, he did not see Natalia in the bedroom, looking through the half-open door to the toilet and the light inside, he saw her sitting on the sink, massaging herself, masturbating, with her head rolled back. Who she was imagining at that moment, he did not understand, he understood that his wife had not been very warm with him lately, and at some point he thought whether this wedding was necessary and how strong the marriage would be if…
He went to the kitchen, a place where you can have a snack, drink tea, and think about the eternal.
He was the same age as his fiancеe, but he felt that she saw him as a temporary option, to hold out until better times. He felt it, but he pushed this thought away from himself in every possible way, forcing himself to convince himself of the opposite.
– Everything okay, darling?
– Yes, great.
Vlad knew and studied his wife well, because if she spoke very kindly, she had sex, and she, what is important, had an orgasm. In the absence of intimacy with him, when he stayed late at work, and then simply slept for days from fatigue, he felt tension, and the nature of the young bride controlled her behavior.
"So the next time I have sex with her, it will go better if a little more time passes, because it will be harder to get her and bring her to a second orgasm, and his rating will not go up, if it does not go down," – he thought, looking at her robe, which was so big for her that they could both cover themselves with it at night. She loved this robe for this very reason, because when she lay down on the sofa during the day or in the evening, she would lift the hem to expose her ass, and wait for Vadim to enter her, and if she was lucky that they both had an orgasm, she would fall asleep right away for about half an hour, covered with this same robe, right there.
When Vadim had not had sex with her for more than three days, she liked to strip naked and walk around the house, doing household chores.
He began to read her behavior, just as owners begin to understand the habits of their pets and what they want to say with this or that action.
Natasha went to choose a dress with a friend with whom she studied at the university and who had already gotten married. Having already managed to get divorced and remarried.
– I couldn't do that, I could if I wanted to. Look, I recommend this dress. Stylish and comfortable at the same time.
– I wonder how it’s convenient?
– You're kind of ancient. You lift your hem and… The hem lifts very easily, in an instant.
– And others don’t?
– I can't say about everything, but there won't be any problems with him. I had sex with three of my husband's friends at a wedding, in the restaurant toilet, the main thing is speed, you need quick-fire ones , sometimes they come in handy. I can find you some, I have two left so far, but I won't give them to you, but I can find others.
– No thanks, but I'll take the dress. But I need to try it on. Excuse me, is your sales consultant on site?
– She… moved away, I can tell you.
– And can you?
– I own a salon and I order all the dresses myself, so I think I can help you better than my salespeople. They change often, the work is a bit boring, there are few clients. Let's go there, have you chosen a dress yet or not?
– This, what do you think?
– Excellent choice. I think you and your husband will like it very much. This year's model is made in a comfortable style, you can even ride a motorcycle on it. Some couples buy it to celebrate with an active holiday after the registration at the registry office . Then this?
– Yes.
– Go there, there is a fitting room, there is a large mirror.
– Thank you, you are very kind.
Natasha headed towards the booths, which were indeed quite large, given the specificity of the dresses. There was a large floor-length mirror, a place to sit, and comfortable non-slip mats to step on.
– It’s so comfortable here, I could live here, – Natasha smiled at the man, the owner of the salon, who brought the dress, carefully holding it with both hands.
Then the sales consultant came up.
– Alexander Mikhailovich, I was out for a short while, I can serve a client.
– Thank you, if possible, let me be served by… Alexander Mikhailovich, I think he will tell me more about the dress, forgive me.
– If anything, I'm nearby.
– Thank you.
Then her friend's husband called her, and she apologized and quickly left.
Natasha undressed and put on the dress almost by herself, but problems arose when it was necessary to tighten the back straps a little on the back to the shape of the body, which she was in no hurry to do, she, having looked at the general silhouette of the dress, was very pleased, beaming.
But to get an appraisal opinion, she called the owner.
– Alexander, do you think this dress suits me or not, just try to tell me honestly, not as a store owner who praises the product, but as a man.
– So, the color suits you, the straps can be tightened, the hem is very light, and in a strong wind it can rise, well, we talked about this, probably this is the only drawback.
– Thank you, I think you spoke honestly, but this shortcoming that you named, it can serve me for a good cause.
– It's even interesting.
Natalia turned around and lifted the hem of her dress. She wasn't wearing panties and asked
– How is it, okay?
– Bravissimo, perfecto, delightful, nothing more to add.
– I expected big action.
– Well, if…
Ten minutes later, the door to the fitting room opened.
– There are no stains there?
She lifted her dress a little at the back.
– It's fine. I did it carefully.
– Thank you, I wiped off the excess with my panties. I'm buying some. I'll be right there.
She took off her dress, put her panties, stained with sperm, in her bag, put on the usual clothes she had been wearing before, and went back out.
– Come again, have a fun wedding, advice and love to you.
– Thank you.
She returned home towards evening. She was a little sorry that she couldn't choose a dress with Vlad together and pay homage to him, but what happened, happened.
She put dinner on to cook, went to take a shower herself, and when she came out, he saw Vlad moving her bag onto the nightstand.
– Someone planted some dirty panties on you.
– Seriously? What bastards.
He looked at her with a sad look and added.
– These are your panties, I bought them for you myself.
– Vlad, forgive me, please, forgive me. It happened that way, I don't want to talk about it anymore, I don't want to lose you, you're so nice.
He remained silent. He really didn't want to lose such a beautiful wife.
– If you want, I will allow you to cheat on me.
He remained silent.
– If you want, with my best friend.
He remained silent.
– We'll talk tomorrow, today I want to fuck you wherever I want, and as much as I want.
– Punish me.
By morning she fell asleep. When she woke up, Vlad was not there. Her crotch ached, and she still seemed to feel his hard cock inside her.
She didn't know whether he had left her or not. She went to work in thought, not understanding what was the best thing to do and how to solve this.
After talking with her partner, she calmed down a little and sent a message asking Vlad to forgive her.
– I'll go home with you this evening. I already reconciled my friend with her husband this way.
– Do you have nice underwear?
– It won't be needed. Let's go to work.
The shift ended late at night, and they went home together, but when they got home, Natasha went to bed in the living room , sending her friend to the bedroom.
Everything worked like clockwork. Five minutes later, groans and quiet conversations could be heard from there.
Vlad did not immediately understand that this was not his bride, but another one, whom he had never seen, and he realized this when he decided to enter her from behind, from the side, which caused him to experience feelings that he had not experienced with Natasha before, he felt her elastic buttocks and breasts, but they were not very different. But the main thing was that the vagina was very mobile, a pneumatic cuff that sometimes presses, sometimes relaxes, he felt as if she was giving a blowjob with her vagina.
Natalya heard the bed creaking and, lying down, caressed herself, scolding and remembering at the same time her sex with the owner of the wedding salon and why she didn’t manage to wash her panties, soaked in the smell of sperm, right away when she got home.
An hour later, when everything had calmed down, she came into the bedroom, leaned against his penis and sniffed until she came, masturbating herself. She went to bed on the other side of her friend, and when Vlad woke up in the morning, he understood what had happened, and simultaneously began to massage the perineums of Natasha and her friend, who was lying on the other side, with the fingers of both hands.
They moaned in sync, but the bride's friend was either overacting or she really felt good, Vlad didn't know, but he didn't care either.
When she started to bend over really badly, he bent her over, stood her up and fucked her hard for the next half hour until his frenulum on his cock started to hurt so much that he started to whine, which made his daughter-in-law think he was feeling extremely good, but he just didn't want to stop.
A day later, Vlad and Natasha were fucking alone, without a friend, and their sex was so strong, deep, sensual and long that Natasha couldn’t get enough of these panties, which she wiped her crotch with.
Natasha learned to cook several new dishes, soon everything was forgotten. They were preparing for a wedding, or rather, for a restaurant wedding, after the registration, because all the other events were standard, the choice of dishes and drinks for the table, the choice of the restaurant itself and the number of seats were different.
– How do you like my dress? – the bride asked the groom when she got dressed at home, but at that moment her husband returned from work.
– You are beautiful.
– Hug me.
Vlad, who had experienced several emotional moments at work, was emotionally angry, but it was on these days that he could have sex for hours, his pressure was a reflection of his inner world, and today it was ready for many hours of sex.
He threw his clothes off onto the floor, lifted the hem of Natalia's wedding dress and stuck in his penis, which had been half-erect from anger all day, and now he found the source of moisture, warmth, where he was now heading, and, having tried, entered on the first try.
She shuddered and played along a little, that it was good for her, but it turned her on even more, and now she felt his cock in her wet womb, pulsating, intensely.
She remembered the man, the owner of the salon, but although his penis was smaller than her fiancе's, he acted skillfully. She closed her eyes and began to remember in detail that trip to the salon, and imagined that it was he who was fucking her, and began to moan more and more.
– Yes, yes…
She looked in the mirror and saw what probably thousands of couples had seen before her when they fucked in front of the mirror. But they had to turn sideways a little so they could see Vlad's cock, which disappeared into her ass like a magician hides a rabbit in a hat and then takes it out again, when his long cock came out again, raising many questions about how it could fit there at all without piercing Natalia's belly. He was in a good mood today and could not stop, he did not feel that he had already finished once, and continued to copulate with her like an animal during the mating season in the spring.
Vlad, when he finished the second time, decided to interrupt the intercourse and went to the kitchen to drink mineral water from the refrigerator. Natalia continued to stand in a bent position for some time, then straightened up and carefully went to the bathroom and wiped her crotch again with the same panties she had used in the store and threw it in the washing machine along with her fiancе's things.
On the wedding day it was raining in the morning, but by lunchtime the sky had cleared up so much that it was a bit hot in suits, and the ladies who came to the ceremony were mostly in dresses, which allowed them to have freshness in the crotch and be ready at all times.
– Here.
– Which?
– This.
– Thank you.
Natalia took the keys from the administrator of the restaurant where she worked and led him to the roof.
The place was quite open, but after looking around, she chose a place next to a ventilation pipe where she could stand up and hold on with her hands.
There was nothing else to do in this situation except have sex, bending over, holding on to the restaurant ventilation pipe with your hands, lifting the hem of your wedding dress.
Only a few people with good eyesight could see this copulation on the roof of the restaurant, although most people mistook these silhouettes for workers laying thermal wool into the casing of the pipe.
When Vlad finished, Natalya did not rub her crotch with anything this time, she thought there was no need. True, she wiped it with her hands, collected the sperm squeezed out of her vagina in her palm and licked it with her tongue, looking into her husband's eyes.
They became husband and wife.

Chapter 3. Window
– It's chilly today, dress warmer.
– It's fine, honey, I won't freeze, it's just plus fifteen.
They decided to spend their honeymoon at a holiday resort in a neighboring region, in a picturesque place, in a wooded area with many lakes. The house they rented was equipped with all the amenities, except for air conditioning, which was not needed here, because even in the hottest weather the temperature here did not rise above twenty-five degrees, ideal conditions for accumulating strength.
– Yes, take the jacket.
– Okay, honey, thank you for caring, I was worried.
– Just not that one, the front one, the other one, you can have sex on it, you don’t mind getting it dirty.
– You’re such a fool, – said Natalia and pushed Vlad on the shoulder.
– Well, let's go, it's almost lunchtime, and we haven't been out in the fresh air yet.
– My butt already hurts.
– Got it, we'll take action, change the strategy.
They went towards the shore of the lake, where there were usually fewer tourists, due to the fact that there were no equipped paths there, they took a great risk, because from time to time people broke their legs or arms, falling from small but dangerous ditches.
But the desire to engage in nature, away from civilization, in the absence of people, surpassed caution from danger.
– Look, a moose.
– Yes, beautiful, powerful and big.
– He won't gore us?
– There is a moat between us, it won’t pass.
– Everyone laughs that the moose is not beautiful, it’s just dangerous, I’m scared.
– Come on, stop it, I'm here, nothing will happen. You're shaking all over, calm down.
He began to calm her down, to hold her close to him, and without even noticing it, he had already entered her and pushed her down onto the rocky grass that was strewn around her from the avalanches from the foothills.
They pressed her ass and back, but strong excitement, fear of a large animal with large horns intertwined into a single color of emotions, which resulted in a wild, completely reckless sexual arousal, which removed all inhibition reactions in her body. She wanted to scream, but barely held back, and this was probably the only thing she could control, and then she, remembering all the obscene and dirty words, asked, simply begged that Vlad would have her in the most cruel way, have her like a street whore for a hundred.
– Deeper, don't stop…
The time she felt seemed like an eternity to her, and it would never end, she wanted it to. The sky, across which the clouds floated carefree, shone in her eyes, and she squinted, from time to time seeing Vlad, who appeared and then disappeared, and at the same time she felt such strong sensations in her lower abdomen that she was ready to lie down under an elephant to get at least five minutes more pleasure.
She tried to push these thoughts away, but the knowledge that she or he would have an orgasm and everything would return to normal scared her.
– Don't rush, rest.
She practically threw him away from her to let him cool down and then continued again after a minute. It really helped to delay the final part for a little while longer.
– Look, flowers, – came from afar.
It was another couple, trying to find privacy. They were walking towards their place, where they were now copulating in the natural surroundings.
– Oh, sorry.
– It's okay, come on in, – Vlad said to the couple passing by. The woman who was walking ahead of the man was clearly unhappy about something, but they passed by, and Vlad continued his movements, which again disconnected Natalia from the world around her.
– You should grow another five centimeters, – said the woman’s voice, which was leaving and disappearing.
Natalia was overcome with pride for her husband.
– You're so cool, I like your dick, have more, deeper.
But these words did not affect the pace of sex, and she, again pushing away from herself, knelt down on the grass, barely finding a place where it would not hurt so much, because there were small and large stones everywhere, which could only be felt more than seen, in the virgin tall grass, where, except for wild rare animals, no one else walked, unless, of course, you count those who wanted to climb here for beautiful shots and unforgettable sex.
They returned back to the house after lunch, and at the local cafe-restaurant of the recreation center where they went after changing, they were late for the so-called business lunch, which the owners of the center themselves called that, although why it was necessary to call it that at the recreation center was not clear.
There were no hot soups, there were meat dishes and fish, but if you wanted, you could make cream soups to warm up, they sometimes even prepared dishes that were not on the menu, because they did not do it for free.
– Finally warmed up.
– I wasn't cold, really, my ass was. I hope you'll warm it up later in the evening. Do you still have any strength left?
– We need to eat more meat now, again in the evening, I think they will have fish left on the menu
We returned to the house after eating and decided to rest, lying down on the bed.
Natalia did not want to sleep, and having tried to fall asleep at first, to take a nap for half an hour, she could not. And then she decided to leave the house, to walk around the tourist base, along the park, which was actually a natural forest in the wild.
She sat down on the bench, closing her eyes.
– Angela!
She opened her eyes, realizing that some man was looking at her and smiling.
– Angela. Hello.
Having come to her senses, she realized that this was her name during her time as a prostitute, and perhaps this man recognized her, but she did not recognize him. There had been many of them, sometimes dozens a night, and some she had never even seen, or rather, almost never seen, because she stood with them in a doggy style, because that was what they called her among their own – "Angela doggy style". She had an outstanding view from behind, and, by the way, it was preserved.
– Have we met? – she said, pretending not to understand what was being discussed.
– You probably don't remember me, although yes. In general, are you at work now or what?
– I got married.
– Congratulations. Probably quite a wealthy man.
– No, ordinary. Head of the transport department, earns average, but it's enough for us.
– No one ever has enough money, that can’t be.
– Why do you need this?
– What
– Why are you telling me this now?
– Maybe…
– It can't.
– If?…
– What if?
– The price of the question. Raise.
The man did not want to give in, and apparently did not want to leave until he got his way – her flesh.
Natalya understood that she had gotten into a situation where her husband might start looking for him, and if he found him, questions would arise that she did not want to resolve again through a friend and through a “night at a party.”
– How many?
– That's a different story. Ten for an hour. You still have to go to your husband's place, you can't do it at night.
– What house are you in?
– In the fifteenth. There.
She realized that it was almost next to their house, if it didn’t turn out that the window was next to the window.
– I need to get through unnoticed. There's a neighboring house, we stopped there.
And when she said this, she felt that she had given herself away completely, and there could already be problems, but now she wanted to get rid of the clingy former client by “having a quickie.”
They passed, and they managed to do it quickly, but using the path on the other side of the house for this.
– Here.
He took two bills and put them under her skirt, intending to put them in her panties, but they fell through. She had no underwear.
She bent down to pick up the bills, which had scattered quite a distance from where they had fallen.
The man, who never introduced himself to her, and she didn't even need to, saw how she bent over and exposed her charms, and even her crotch, which was slightly overgrown with hair, added spice, and he became so excited that, unable to resist, he began to fuck her right in that position, until she managed to pick up the money from the floor.
– Come on, bitch, collect it, whore.
Natalia was excited, she felt ashamed, humiliated and had already gradually begun to feel pleasant feelings in her lower abdomen.
– I was looking for you, you weren't there, now I've found you and now I'm going to fuck you.
This went on for quite a long time, which made her feel dizzy and her temples pound.
– Can I…
“No, you can’t,” the man answered, without even listening to her.
– I…
But the man continued to use her as a sex machine, apparently having been starved for a long time.
Here he turned her towards the window, where there were thin curtains that allowed one to see the silhouette of a person, but not a face.
Natalya wanted to freshen up a little, straighten her back and lean against the windowsill, and she did it with great difficulty.
She, having come to her senses a little, saw their holiday home, how her husband was still lying on the bed and rolling from side to side. And it looked like he was already getting ready to get up, apparently, he had already slept enough, rested.
A little horror seized her when she realized that her husband would start looking for her or, even worse, would see her through the window fucking a man.
But, after looking a little closer, she realized that it would be impossible to see the face anyway, and she recognized her husband only because she knew that they were resting in this house, and his face was no longer needed. This calmed her down, and she tried to enjoy the pleasure that she could already feel to the fullest extent.
And at that moment she no longer cared who was fucking her and why. And at that moment, right now, she thought about returning to the profession, thinking that she was already starting to get tired of the pompous restaurant patrons who, leaving a hundred rubles tip "from the royal shoulder", left with such a businesslike look that it seemed like something magical, not happening in reality, that it looked so funny and sarcastic in her eyes.
Although many of her colleagues were happy to accept any coin as a tip, and it didn’t bother them.
While the man was fucking, she managed to have her first orgasm and calm down, and then she stood, leaning her elbows on a small windowsill, looking at her husband, who was still sleeping, and thought about what day would be best to quit and how to start hiding it from her husband.
She decided for herself that she would hide it until he found out, and when he found out, she would talk to him, and if he didn't understand, then they could get a divorce. And then she remembered that she got married as a way to hold out until a better option came.
When he was satisfied with her vagina, finished, patted her buttocks, she straightened up, stood up to her full height and smiled.
Looking at the man's face, she realized that he himself expected to see the girl's confused and frightened face, which caused him to feel contempt: "Why is he paying, fucking a married girl, and she is happy?"
He decided to take the initiative and said cautiously:
– You will come to me, otherwise my husband will find out.
She didn't say anything, lifted her skirt and left.
She left the house, first went towards the forest, then, making a detour, returned back.
– Hi, how did you sleep, darling?
– Great, did you go for a walk?
– Yes, I walked a bit. I'm tired. Especially my legs.
– Maybe I'll give you a massage.
– Later, maybe.
– Okay, dear.
She went to the toilet, wiped her crotch with toilet paper, washed it with water, without taking a general shower, she was too lazy.
– Maybe we'll go have dinner at a restaurant or cafe, I don't know what it's called according to its status.
– I’ll get dressed now, or rather, change my clothes.
– Okay, honey, I'll wait.
Vlad, having taken off one set of clothes, changed into another, taking on a more businesslike appearance, in dark shades.
– These trousers suit you very well, they are just fire, they highlight your long legs.
– I never thought that girls could like guys’ long legs so much.
– There's still a lot you don't know about girls.
– Maybe this is a good thing? – he said, and taking his wallet, he began to leave the house.
The dinner they had was quite filling, but mostly carbohydrate-based, including a cake that was so sweet that Vlad couldn't eat it all.
– Sugar is good, but you will need to use up the energy overnight.
– I will help you spend it, don’t doubt it.
– I don’t even try to doubt it.
Across the table she saw the man who had fucked her an hour ago, but whose name she never learned and especially didn't want to know. He looked at her and winked, demonstratively raising a glass of champagne in her honor. Vlad sat with his back to him and didn't see any of this.
Afterwards she turned her gaze to her husband, saying that she liked the restaurant's interior, but it was a bit boring, after which she wondered why she had said that, but the main thing was that he wouldn't guess.
At some point, she felt a certain excitement when she was running away, and he had to catch her red-handed. She even got so excited about it that she began to work out options on the fly, how best to carry it out, in front of her husband's nose.
But some experience of communicating with men taught her that they are quite primitive in their behavior, and it is not at all difficult to understand what they want, unlike women, who always hide their intentions.
– I need to go to the ladies' room, I might be late, something's wrong with my stomach.
– Of course, dear, maybe I should run to the pharmacy for some pills.
– Don't worry, dear, it's not that bad yet.
She stood up and went towards the toilet, passing by, throwing a glance at the man. He stood up a minute after she passed and went in the same direction.
– You are beautiful. You turn me on.
– Don't say anything, just fuck, it's free today, it's like a bonus, and don't you dare control me. Got it?
She turned and pulled on his balls, causing him to howl and agree.
He, having tuned himself, continued, but inserted it into her other hole, the back one. She did not expect this, because she expected a continuation in the classic version. But the freebie excited the man, and today he wanted to get all the extras for free.
– I will call you a tourist.
– I don't care. That's it, I'm done. See you tomorrow then?
– Get the ten ready. That's it, bye.
She washed her face, washed her crotch with her hands, taking a little warm water in her palm, and returned to the table.
– Everything okay, dear?
– Yes, honey. It hurts a little, but it's better now.
– Well, okay. I'm going to pay now, let's go rest in the room, or rather, the house. Yesterday I met our neighbor, the one who lives in the neighboring house. A very nice person, in general, he invited me to visit, I haven't said anything yet.
– I don’t want to go anywhere, I love you, I just want to spend all our time together.

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