Marriage bonds

Maria and Arnold lived a quite happy married life for several years. Both were around thirty. It felt like Maria was more experienced than Arnold, and he was a kind of calm for her, a quiet harbor after a wildly lived youth. Arnold, balanced, even somewhat cool, seemed to have found his ideal in Maria. Even in bed, he didn't have to think about anything: just as his wife had competently arranged their daily life, she had also arranged their sexual relations. Therefore, he could fully devote himself to his beloved work—Arnold worked as a sound engineer at the radio station.

Sometimes it seemed to Maria that Arnold used only a small part of his sexual

potential with her. Once, at the end of an orgasm, she half-opened her eyes and noticed her husband's studying gaze. He had already discharged but maintained an erection, trying to prolong Maria's pleasure. Another time, he incredibly prolonged the sexual act. Maria had already screamed several times and was literally exhausted under him, but he kept monotonously penetrating her. Summoning all her skill, Maria finally made him finish, but coming to her senses, she thought that he probably wanted to bring her to a state of prostration or make her beg him for mercy. "Naive boy," Maria thought then.

— I've been through things after which no single man could ever wear me out.

The quiet, silent Arnold never tried to engage in oral sex with Maria. Sometimes she felt the need for it but didn't dare, without his hint, to go below his stomach. Several times, her breasts touched his hardened member. It seemed just a little more and Arnold would make a few movements towards her, finally letting her know he wanted it. But her husband lay there breathing heavily, stroking Maria's lush black hair as if he couldn't even imagine that his flesh could be caressed by his wife's lips and tongue. Maria barely restrained herself, but the fear of seeming loose in her husband's eyes held her back.

One evening, coming home, Maria noticed with alarm that Arnold, who came out to meet her, was unusually pale. He silently examined his wife as if seeing her for the first time. Maria was about to go into the room, gently half-hugged him, and was amazed to discover that his member was strongly aroused. This had never happened before. The balanced Arnold only got aroused in bed...

— What's wrong with you, darling? — pressing closer to him, Maria whispered.

— Dirty slut! — Arnold hissed through his teeth. March to the bedroom! — he pushed her rather roughly.

— What happened? — Maria was confused and, obeying his will, went into the next room.

— Undress! — the husband barked, closing the door behind him. Shocked, Maria silently looked at him.

— Undress, — Arnold repeated.

— What's going on? Have you gone crazy?!

Then Arnold approached her and violently tore the blouse on her chest. Buttons, like peas, scattered on the floor. Before Maria could recover, Arnold ripped her bra in half with a crack.

— What are you doing, idiot? Haven't you ever seen me naked? Well, look then! — she furiously tore off the remains of her clothes and stopped in the middle of the room, demonstratively swaying her breasts.

— Good! — Arnold growled, examining his naked wife. — Then stand like you were standing here. And he threw a photograph onto the bed.

When Maria looked closely at the image, it was as if a hot wave washed over her. Alas, the photo was of her, Maria, but a full seven years younger. Naked, with shamelessly exposed thighs, she was kneeling on the edge of a sofa. Olaf with his thick black beard was positioned behind her, half-immersing his member into her womb and grinning impudently. Sins of youth! She had been photographed in the most indecent poses, sometimes asked for permission, sometimes not. In their company, this was the norm. What hadn't been done to her and what hadn't she done, realizing her wild sexual fantasies. Eventually, it was time to think about her future, and she decided to marry Arnold, hiding her turbulent biography from him. When she left, Olaf, the main instigator, the engine of their cozy company, sarcastically remarked: your hubby will definitely find out everything someday. But in those years, it never occurred to Maria that her old friend would act so swinishly—sending old photos to her husband.

— Scoundrel! — Maria whispered in her heart, for the first time feeling ashamed of her luxurious nakedness.

— Or maybe we'll try this today? Arnold threw another card onto the bed.

On it, Maria, with ecstatically rolled-back eyes, was swallowing someone's impossibly thick tool.

Now she tensely fell silent, feeling a drop of sweat slowly roll down her bare back.

— Well, this or that? Choose! — Arnold said menacingly.

— Are you serious? — without looking in his direction, Maria quietly asked again.

— Absolutely! — Arnold threw out hysterically.

Maria understood that what was happening between them wasn't just a domestic scene. Apparently, these shameless photos had touched some secret chord in Arnold's soul, and he himself didn't know what he was doing.

— If that's the case—then this one! — Maria recklessly pointed to the second photo. Arnold slightly blushed.

— Shameless woman! — he threw out, almost with admiration.

Maria quickly approached him and unbuttoned his trousers. "As a farewell, I'll at least give this bungler real pleasure!" — she thought and proceeded to what she had long desired. At the touch of her lips, her husband shuddered. She approached more persistently, calling upon all her rich experience. The climax came so quickly that Maria didn't even have time to catch the whitish fluid with her lips. Arnold impulsively embraced her head and whispered in a breaking voice:

— More, more!

To achieve this "more," no art was required from Maria. Her husband's member, which had gone limp, hardened again, but now Arnold was not just a passive participant. His hoarse breathing and quite persistent movements brought even Maria to a state of euphoria. The unexpected catastrophe that had erupted over her head receded into the background... The act captivated her more and more. Without bringing himself to orgasm, Arnold pulled away and fanned out a rather thick stack of photos onto the floor. In what poses wasn't his current wife depicted in them!

— I'll tell you everything! — she exclaimed passionately, not yet fully recovered from the high she had just experienced.

— No, you won't! — her husband coldly remarked.

— But why? — Maria exclaimed with fear.

— You'll have to show me all of it! — Arnold firmly demanded.

— Then I'll suggest this photo to you, — Maria slyly smiled, who had already managed to recover a bit from the shock. And when she lay her chest on the soft poufs, arching as much as possible before the decisive moment, a mischievous thought involuntarily flashed through her mind: "Now our marital bonds will become truly strong."