Sergei's Unusual Marriage

Sergei and I met almost by chance—life had scattered our once very close class quite thoroughly. As our homeroom teacher used to constantly quote, "life is not a fun carnival." And so—our meeting, and where! In Moscow, in a multi-million metropolis, near a cafe, driven by hunger during the lunch break from the offices we had come to on business—two provincials unexpectedly met!

So this lunch, which immediately became a long one, smoothly flowed into a late dinner, naturally with drinks, and we told each other our stories of studying and work struggles during these difficult years

of formation. Well, and now about his story of a difficult marriage—in his own words. At our meeting.

… My father, as a military specialist, was tossed around the country, but finally, at 45, he retired on a military pension. Among these wanderings and moves, I lost my school passion—the beauty Milochka. Her beauty and gymnast's figure were admired by both classmates and teachers, and she gave her heart to me. And I entered a technical school after school, then these moves, conscription into the army, and we lost touch, and letters were returned—"Addressee has left." Anyway, things seemed to "settle down" with our family; we lived in Yevpatoria for a year, and then my still-young parents simply "got the itch" to swap for Poltava. They said they were from there, graduated school there, met there, and "conceived" me there—in short, nostalgia started hitting them over the head…

And then, after the beach, we went into an ice cream cafe—my mommy simply adores this cold treat, and we seemed to accidentally meet his former comrade-in-arms. Clearly they're deceiving me—they arranged it! He has three children, got a four-room apartment in Poltava upon leaving the reserves, and doctors constantly advise him to move to Crimea, best of all to Yevpatoria, to treat his and his wife's legs with the miraculous mud of Lake Moynaki. What a name! So they made the exchange quickly—military people, after all—I didn't even have time to come to my senses or meow in protest.

All I had left was to work two more weeks before dismissal—it was strict back then—and go to Poltava. And then an incredible meeting—in the park, I met my classmate and childhood friend Mishka, and he was walking arm in arm with Vera—inseparable classmates! That's how it goes—living in the same city, and a small one like Yevpatoria, yet we only met, previously inseparable friends, just before departure. They informed me that Sashka with his newfound wife—he met his childhood friend quite by accident, very recently—had left for Zaporizhzhia. We're all scattering to cities and towns, as they say. Misha insistently, and Vera persuasively, invited me to an evening at Misha's place; he lives alone in a private house. Super! Well, I went for "ammunition" then!

The twists of fate—how to calculate them! As we learned in university philosophy—"regularity breaks through a mass of accidents." And why did I go not to the grocery store, but to this cozy little shop on the outskirts? Irony of fate or regularity, maybe just a smile of luck? Well, such twists of fate—where else would we have met? At the entrance to the shop, moving at "cruising speed," as Mishka jokes, I almost crashed into a tall, shapely young woman with a child, braked in time, and without raising my eyes—I'm in a hurry, lady-madam—gallantly kissed her hand. And, apologizing, rushed into the shop, but then:

— Seryozha! Seryozhenka! You found me! It's you, my beloved! I've been looking for you so much! Seryozhenka! — the girl hugged me tightly, and her daughter, about seven years old, clung tightly to my leg.

— Wow, Milochka! It's you! And I lost you! Milochka! And is this my little girl? What a beautiful girl, — I picked up the little one — already quite heavy, and we sat on a bench; my legs simply wouldn't hold me from excitement and my heart was pounding.

Constantly kissing tenderly, and I also kissed the plump cheeks of the little girl, we settled on a bench under a tree and, constantly interrupting each other, quickly figured everything out. After finishing technical school, I was taken into the army, then correspondence institute, my parents moved, Milka's parents took her to the village to her grandfather and grandmother to give birth—she had "gotten knocked up" by me back then in the turbulent passions before the army. Then we lost touch, but she constantly waited for me and hoped.

There were a couple of romances, her parents always wanted to push her into marriage "to a good man," but it didn't work out—she just couldn't forget her wayward Seryoga. Okay, let's do this: now we go to the shop, and then to visit Mishka, he's waiting for me now with Vera, well, and now us. Remember Vera from class "B"? And she's sort of Mila's boss—works in the city education department, and Mila was the head of a kindergarten, but a departmental one—from the "Sputnik" factory.

— Seryozha, it's just amazing! It only dawned on me now—Ksenia is sitting quietly in your arms and silent, only hugging and kissing. Can you imagine, if someone else picks her up, she turns on such a siren that your ears ring. And she hugged you and is silent… Our little girl recognized her wayward daddy!

— Ksyusha, are you comfortable in daddy's arms? I'll always be with you and your mommy now, okay? — she hugged my neck even tighter with her tender little hands.

— Daddy, won't you abandon us? Grandma said you abandoned us. And I waited for you so much, daddy… — something made my eyes sting, and I, kissing Ksyusha, loudly commanded us all to go to the shop.

Mila bought sausage, cheese, and a couple of bottles of "Riesling," and at my request—chocolate-covered marshmallows for Ksyushenka; I had plenty of money, needed to please my little girl. Mila was in white knee-length trousers, thin tight fabric so wonderfully outlined her great legs and round butt; when walking, the elastic of her panties so expressively cut into her butt that I involuntarily felt arousal. Mila, turning around and seeing my gaze, just laughed!

And Ksyusha even threw her legs over my lower back and hugged my neck, and her small round butt lay in my palms. If only no one in the shop noticed how aroused I got from my beloved girls! On the way, Mila took Ksyusha from me, saying she's already a big girl and shouldn't hang on daddy, and only then did I see—what breasts she had developed! I whispered in Mila's ear that I wanted her right here and now, and she just laughed so happily—any woman is pleased to be loved and desired.

Vera was a bit surprised by the appearance of Mila and Ksyusha with me, but the former classmates kissed, and we sat at the table—either an early dinner or a late lunch. And Mila told why she was so sad, and yesterday was completely in shock. It turned out the factory deputy director, this puny shorty resembling Goebbels, wanted her to become his mistress. And if not—your position is being cut, and vacate the departmental apartment immediately. Just like that! Exactly—Goebbels' great-nephew! And she didn't know what to do, and then such a smile of fate and luck! And such a joyful smile—Mila met her Seryoga and he's planning to take her to Poltava and marry her. And in the morning she didn't know where to live now or what to do!

Vera and Mishka whispered between themselves, and soon her "Moskvich" shot out of the yard like a bullet. And in about an hour they returned, and with a gift—well, these guys deliver, just great, I didn't expect that! Vera may have a bitchy character, but her heart is kind. Since Mila and her daughter have nowhere to live, we'll stay at Mishka's for a week before departure, and here's a collapsible crib for the girl.

We'll assemble it quickly now, for two men—five minutes of work. And when leaving, we'll disassemble and pack it—it'll come in handy in Poltava too! Now that's a gift—super and timely! Mila and I kissed Vera, and she, true to form, with a shriek: "Why are you blowing dust off my lips! Kiss properly!" and then latched onto me and kissed me hard with a French kiss. And Mishka and Mila were great—just applauded. Then Mila kissed Mishka, he even got dazed and blurted out: "I want more!" We laughed for a long time.

Ksyusha was very pleased with the gift, saying she's already big and will sleep in the crib, and let mommy sleep with daddy since they're getting married. And soon, fed and tired from our affection, Ksyusha was fast asleep in her crib in a separate little room, and we sat at the table, wanted to talk properly, and sat almost until morning. From Mishka's phone, I ordered a call to Poltava.

My energetic, restless mommy, learning she now has a granddaughter, loudly yelled into the receiver for me to bring the girl urgently, she's been dreaming for a hundred years to hug grandchildren, and that we're feeding her all wrong, dressing her wrong, and don't know how to raise her at all. Said she'll take the granddaughter from us, she dreams of her so much. Well, mommy, in a week you'll hug the girl!

Vera was true to form—started kissing Mila with a French kiss, declaring she loves both boys and girls, then dragged Mishka to the bedroom, and gave us an order—go to the living room and have fun on the sofa. And immediately! We went, and immediately—orders must be followed! It was so wonderful and incredible—no woman had given me such pleasure in all these past years, even though I'd had several romances. No one else had been so desired by me or given me such pleasure—how sweet Mila is! I kissed her all over, getting incredible pleasure, and from my cunnilingus she screamed for the whole house, and when I entered her, she soon convulsed in a second orgasm—Mila had missed both me and the joys of sex. I came in her butt, quite brazenly, but in the heat of passion, inserting into her tight little hole. Mila lay on her stomach, and I, riding on her large soft butt, stayed lying there a bit longer, caressing her wonderful breasts. How I didn't want to get off her later—Mila was simply a fairy tale! And a sweet fairy tale!

We all fell asleep towards morning, barely alive after a stormy night, and in the morning a tall, red-haired young lady about 35, quite attractive and sexy, woke us with difficulty. As Mishka later told, she currently works with Vera, seems to have gotten pregnant from Sashka, and Vera allowed him to have her—the lady is completely and always not against "enjoying" the joys of intimacy. Slowly everyone rubbed their eyes and went about their business. Vera and this Rita—to the city education department, Mila took her little girl to kindergarten, and then to her "Sputnik"—to get her settlement, since that's how it turned out with the deputy director, and most importantly—she's getting married and we're leaving. And I went to the jewelry store, bought rings for Mila and me, and went to work—to get my work book and two weeks' salary—you can never have too much money! Mishka stayed to manage the house, prepare dinner, and asked me to buy some food and "ammunition." And in the evening we gathered together again.

Well, the guys stunned me again! Mishka and Vera, picking up Mila from the factory, stopped by the kindergarten for Ksyusha. Vera is simply a miracle—bought the girl a new beautiful dress, tights, and sandals, and for her head—a light red hat. The daughter became just like a princess or Little Red Riding Hood from a fairy tale. And how happy she was—Mila, with her finances, couldn't buy such beauty before. How little a child needs for happiness—attention and affection from loved ones! When Ksyusha twirled in front of the table, showing off her new things, Mila even cried, whispering through tears:

— My guys, how wonderful you are, how lucky I am, I just can't believe my happiness! Yesterday I was jobless, penniless, lonely, didn't know what to do with my little girl. And now—I have my Seryozha and you, such wonderful friends, generous and hospitable. We're sitting at an excellent table, we have a place to spend the night, and Ksyusha is so happy, became just like a princess, such a beauty thanks to you, Verochka! And thanks to your dad's call, Verochka, they're running around at the factory like scalded cats. And tomorrow they promise me my settlement! Guys, I love you all! Verulya, I'll do anything for you, how you helped me, Verochka! I love you!

Mila kissed Mishka and me, and we started playing with Ksyusha and feeding the girl, otherwise she didn't want to eat. A child needs both mom and dad, that's for sure. And then we see—Mila and Vera's kiss is dragging on too long. Well, Vera is true to form—she liked Mila's sweet lips. And Mishka and I, having fed and put Ksyusha to bed, returned to the table—we need to toast the gifts! And after the third toast, Vera started kissing Mila again and whispering something in her ear, giggling loudly. Mila blushed a little, quickly glanced my way, but nodded in agreement—can't refuse Vera any requests, she promised herself!

The evening was incredibly warm, and the coming night promised no coolness—Crimea is Crimea, even the breeze from the sea was warm. So at Vera's suggestion, we all undressed and sat in our underwear—girls in panties and bras, and Mishka and I—in swim trunks. Mishka kept eyeing Mila's breasts so much that Vera couldn't stand it and asked Mila to let this pervert kiss her friend's gorgeous breasts, or he'll get cross-eyed.

Of course, both girls clearly felt our bulges in the swim trunks, they and we were very aroused. And then Vera made a toast—"To friendship and mutual aid"—and unexpectedly suggested we swap partners. Said Mila herself wanted to thank them and Mishka, and besides, Mila will always sleep with me in the future, so we can "relax" a little. And, kissing Mila hard with a French kiss, Vera insistently pushed her and Mishka into the bedroom—that's the kind of gratitude planned.

Vera moaned loudly and sweetly from my cunnilingus and clearly for Mila loudly whispered how good and great it was for her. And after coming, she didn't let me go for a long time, asking me to lie on her a bit more. And Mila clearly enjoyed Mishka's "fatty"—she also moaned sweetly and came vigorously. It was so magically wonderful! Hot kisses and passionate embraces from Vera, a sea of pleasure, and to my surprise, I was pleased when Mila came out of the bedroom with a satisfied face—Mishka seemed to be trying his best!

And in the morning, I officially proposed to Mila in the presence of Vera, Mishka, and the red-haired sexy Rita who had come for Vera. Everyone applauded us, and I got a hot, grateful kiss from Mila. We all kissed, and Rita and Mishka kissed passionately, then I got her also quite passionate kiss—seems Rita is a very excitable and hot lady. She looks just great.

Well then, everyone to their own business, and we'll meet in the evening. Mila, as she told, went to the factory, signed the clearance form and got her settlement, and also, as if casually, shoved it in everyone's nose, especially the puny "Goebbels," the gold wedding ring with a small diamond, sending rays from the noble stone into everyone's eyes. Vera and Mishka brought Ksyusha again, also buying her new panties and T-shirts—the little girl was simply delighted. Well, in the evening we practically had a rehearsal of our upcoming wedding, where Vera and Mishka were witnesses. And after toasts, Mila and I went to the bedroom—now practically in official status!

And when the half-naked bride and I, with happy and satisfied faces, crawled out of the bedroom, from the second room came disheveled and also satisfied Mishka and Vera, our wonderful witnesses. Then Rita ran in, saying it's Friday and she got an hour off from her mother-in-law, and her husband is already asleep, having well "communed" with newfound drinking buddies.

Well, and Vera, as always true to form—