Young Wife. Erotica

And at that moment, she didn't care who was fucking her or why she was fucking her. And at that moment, just now, she thought about returning to the profession again, thinking that she was already beginning to get tired of the pretentious restaurant patrons who, leaving a hundred rubles tip "from the tsar's shoulder", left with such a businesslike air that it seemed something magical, not happening in reality, that it was so much more important than the rest of the world. it was funny and sarcastic in her eyes.

Although many of her colleagues were happy to take any coin as a tip, and this did not bother them.

While the man was fucking, she managed to get the first orgasm and calm down, and then she stood with her elbows on a small windowsill, looking at her husband sleeping while, and thought about what day it would be better to quit and how to start hiding it from her husband.

She decided that she would keep it a secret until he found out, and when he found out, she would talk to him, that if she didn't understand, she could get a divorce. And then she remembered that getting married was a way of holding out until the best option.

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 the effect of contempt: "Why does he pay, fuck a married girl, and she is happy?"

He decided to take the initiative and cautiously said:

– You'll come to me, or my husband will find out."

She didn't say anything, just lifted her skirt and left.

She left the cabin, first went in the direction of the forest, then, making a detour, came back.

"Hey, how was your sleep, honey?"

"Great, did you go for a walk?"

"Yes, I took a little walk. Tired. Especially legs.

"Maybe I'll give you a massage."

"Later, maybe.

"Very well, my 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 can go to a restaurant or cafe for dinner, whatever its status is, I don't know.

– I'll get dressed, or rather, I'll change."

"All right, honey, I'll wait.

Vlad took off one set of clothes and changed into another, taking on a more businesslike appearance, in dark shades.

"These trousers look good on you, too, right in the fire, accentuating your long legs.

– I never thought that girls liked guys ' long legs so much."

– There's still a lot you don't know about girls.

– Maybe that's a good thing. he took the purse and started to leave the cabin.

Dinner was quite satisfying for them, but mostly consisting of carbohydrates, including a cake that was so cloying that Vlad could not eat it completely.

– Sugar is good, but you will need to spend energy during the night.

– I'll help you spend it, don't doubt it.

– I don't even try to doubt it.

Across the table, she saw the man who'd fucked her an hour ago, but whose name she'd never found out, much less wanted to know. He looked at her and winked, raising a glass of champagne in her honor ostentatiously. Vlad sat with his back to him and didn't see any of this.

Then she turned her gaze to her husband, saying that she liked the interior of the restaurant, but it was a little boring, after which she wondered why she said this, but the main thing was that he didn't guess.

At some point, she felt a certain excitement when she was running away, and he had to catch her red-handed. She was even so excited by this that she began to work out options on how best to do it, in front of her husband's nose.

But some experience with men has taught her that they are quite primitive in their behavior, and it is not 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."

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