Young Wife. Erotica

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.