What is she like...
1987.
Six months before the wedding, Olga and I were already attending all her relatives' birthdays and holidays together... The main drink, of course, was her mother-in-law's moonshine, which went down easy. As a result, I'd quickly "get drunk," and Olga would take me home early so I wouldn't get completely wasted. One time, after visiting guests, we went to her place to have some "tea" so I could sober up, and in the end, while no one was around, "we" (meaning she) decided to fuck. From that time on, everything changed... thanks to "mom's" moonshine, my dick was hard on its own, Olya was fucking herself with me for the first time, pulling me to her by the ass and sometimes
licking my ear and whispering: — Cum in me... cum in me..., and I couldn't cum for a long time because of what I'd drunk, only occasional tight drops pleasantly rolling down my cock. Time stopped. And at some point, suddenly, a voice reaches me from somewhere:— His balls are full, don't torment him...
Someone's hand takes my balls and, lightly pulling, squeezes them in a palm... the skin on my dick stretches to the limit, exposing all the nerves — I cum with prolonged spasms and "fly away"...
1997.
A pleasant Friday evening, everything is easy and simple. As usual, I've watched a lot of porn and am languishing in anticipation of night when the child will fall asleep and we can "make some noise." And then my wife gently hugs me and asks if I'd like to try sex with another man...
— ?!!!
— Imagine how you'll both fuck me "there" and "there," and you'll feel... how HIS DICK FUCKS ME...
Thoughts are racing, heart is pounding, my dick treacherously stands up like a stake and presses into Olga's stomach, she already understands everything...
What is this, a test of "loyalty"? But then she would have suggested with a woman... oh, fuck it!
Olga presses her slightly rounded belly against me and puts even more pressure on my cock...
— Have you and him already... ?
— Ye-e-e-es... (licks my cheek)
— How?
— With a co-o-ondom, I'm no-o-ot a foo-o-ool... (licks my ear and thrusts her pelvis)
— And when?
— Well, remember... about two weeks ago, I came home late and begged: — Fuck me and cum in me!?
These magical words of hers and how she says them have excited me my whole life.
— We-e-ell, oka-a-ay... (her fingers are already massaging and squeezing my balls)
...
The guy turned out to be normal, and a fun guy, a joker and an impersonator. We laughed all evening at the table.
Andrey wanted her. He discreetly caressed her crotch and legs under the table, and Olya was "blooming and fragrant" with excitement. She WANTED it, I'd never seen her like that.
She was "pressing" her lover into herself with her own hands into her pussy and widely spread legs, choking him by hugging his neck and breathing hotly into his ear... her pussy was flowing like a waterfall, from which squelching-gurgling sounds came.
— Cum in me... come on, cum in me... please!!!
I didn't realize what that meant for them. The guy hadn't "finished" yet, but quickly pulled his dick out of her pussy and put it in her mouth, fucking her mouth as if nothing had happened... He was simply FUCKING HER MOUTH... In short, he cums, she swallows his sperm in one big gulp...
I'm in shock... he gets off her, and Olga pulls me onto her, kisses me and licks my lips with her tongue covered in cum and, breathing the smell of cum in my face, utters the magical spell she would constantly say in the future:
— FINISH FUCKING ME!!!
I can't last long because of the immense excitement from what I saw and fuck her into her cervix about ten times and cum... That's it...
Morning.
I'm going to the toilet from the other room, past yesterday's "fuck-drome"...
They're fucking, they're still fucking. I see how his dick is fucking my Olga, and she, like a bitch, notices nothing around... Thoughts swarm around my head — bitch, fucking bitch, she's just fucking, without any torment, how beautiful she is when she's being fucked, how I love her now for just being a bitch... and that belly of hers, where any dick will fit, where her fuck-hungry womb is hidden, which always wants sperm... Cum in me, cum in me, cum in me...
A thought — a memory — flashed like lightning, that distant day in '87, when I came to after Olya fucking me, the voice of my mother-in-law: — Walk around, walk around, then you'll wash up, otherwise it'll just leak out right away...