Young Wife. Erotica

– 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 fiancée, 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 fiancé'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 fiancé'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.