Wives are whores — that's why we love them.

Inna is a young, beautiful girl, quiet and calm. I was the first to kiss her for real. We dated for about three months, mostly in secret—her mother was worried and didn't approve of our meetings.

One day, I decided to go to their house to talk to her mother.

Inna wasn't home. Her mother, of course, knew about our meetings and was surprised by my visit, but she let me in, offered me to take off my coat, and invited me for tea.

— Well, young man, what do you want to say? Did you come to ask for her hand?

I was a bit embarrassed—"Well, no, I mean, I don't know."

— So, how far have your relations gone?

"How? Not far at all, I mean, we just meet with Inna occasionally."

— Well, I kissed the girl, there's nothing more and there can't be.

— And why can't there be?

— Well, she's still very young, and besides kissing, I don't know how to do anything else, and I don't even think about anything else.

— Alright, I see. That's exactly what worries me. The thing is, an experienced man knows how to handle women, and how to handle girls.

— How's that?

— Like this. He knows how to behave and what to do so that a woman doesn't get knocked up, and so as not to ruin a girl.

— Knocked up where?

— Well, you're still completely green," Nina Petrovna laughed.

— But an inexperienced one, like you, could cause trouble.

I didn't quite understand but remained silent.

— So, what should I do with you?

— Anyway—do you love her?

— Yes, and I won't do anything bad to her.

— And what do you consider bad?

— Well, in general...

— Exactly. You'll date for a month, two, three, and then a moment will come when something will need to change. And that's when...

— I somehow don't even think about anything else.

— And no one does, but then it happens, and there you go, and out of inexperience, you could cause such trouble.

— No, I wouldn't...

— Not 'no,' but 'yes.' Believe me—I know.

— Alright, you can date.

— But you need to gain experience.

— What experience? How?

— How? Like this—with an experienced woman.

— Well, I don't want that, and it's not fair to Inna.

— You're a fool. Alright." Nina Petrovna hesitated a bit.

— I'll take care of you myself. It's time for you to become a man. And don't protest—it's all normal.

— Just don't let Inka know. That way, I'll be at ease.

— If you want, you'll come to me, and that's it.

— And do you want to? Just be honest.

— Well, how to say...

— You don't have to say. I already know. I just hinted, and your pants are already stirring," Nina Petrovna laughed.

I was completely flustered and blushed. And it was true, I already felt aroused.

— Alright, Inna will be home from school soon, so you go, and tomorrow around five, come to my work. Do you know where I work?

— Yes, I know.

— Wow," I thought.

I was already burning with impatience, and I was almost in love with my future mother-in-law, and Inna was already out of my mind.

The next day, I could barely wait, and at the appointed time, I arrived at the destination.

— You came, I had no doubt.

— Well, come in, make yourself comfortable, I'll finish up something." With these words, she locked the door and busied herself with papers.

After about 15 minutes, Nina Petrovna finished her work, turned off the light, came up to me, pressed against me, and started kissing.

— Alright—get completely undressed, but try to calm down, and don't watch me undress—I don't mind, but you might not be able to handle it.

— Handle what?

— Nothing, alright, let's go.

Quickly undressing, I waited for the invitation.

After fussing behind a screen, Nina Petrovna invited me:

— Are you ready? Come in and straight to me—for the first time, foreplay might get in the way.

I approached the couch, Nina Petrovna immediately spread her legs and pulled me to her.

I didn't even have time to see anything.

— Well, what are you doing—put it in, it's standing up nicely.

I tried, but nothing worked, and I was so nervous. Then she took it herself and inserted it where it needed to go. Oh, how it was—indescribable. As if you're falling somewhere very pleasant, and you stop thinking about anything, and you want it to last forever, I wouldn't have pulled out for anything, even if Inna had appeared there. Suddenly, like a blow, I felt a stream shoot from me into her. And seconds later, I felt emptiness.

— Alright, for the first time, it's okay, but later you'll learn to control yourself, but that comes with practice.

— Don't pull out yet, let everything flow out of you into me.

— And you, aren't you...?

— You want to ask if I'll get knocked up? No, everything is taken care of, I'll tell you everything later.

In general, the practice and training captivated me, and before she kicked me out, I had Nina Petrovna about five times that evening, already feeling empty, but I couldn't tear myself away.

Before leaving, she warned me:

— Look, don't even think about doing this with Inna, when you want, come to me, but don't hurt or abandon the girl.

— Date, kiss, and in extreme cases, you can stroke a little here and there, but only if you feel she wants it herself, but carefully—don't damage anything.

So, two or three times a week, I went through practice and theory.

As I later understood and admitted to Nina Petrovna, she was right, I really could have lost control with Inna, but this way, when an intimate situation arose on her part, I put on the brakes and only gently fondled the girl.

So, I dated Inna until I was drafted into the army.

After my demobilization, I came to Nina Petrovna to ask for her daughter's hand, and also with the hope that she would offer to continue my training.

But to my surprise, Nina Petrovna said something I didn't even expect:

— So, you've decided to get married?

— Yes, Inna waited for me. And I love her.

— The girl really did wait for you, though not without problems.

— So, you must be starving?

— Well, that's an understatement," I sighed.

— Well then, I'm no longer your helper. Now you think for yourself. You and Inna have decided everything, submit the application and do what you want, you know everything now. You can go somewhere together for a week.

— Are you serious?" I was amazed.

— Why not? The girl is already all worked up and ready to throw herself at men. Just, for now, refrain from having children. Well, right now is about a week when she shouldn't get knocked up.

— ...? So, I can go with her to the dacha for two days?

— Go ahead. You know everything now, I think my lessons weren't in vain?

— Wait," with these words, Nina Petrovna came up to me, kissed me firmly, and...

— Honestly, I don't mind and even want to, but no—you're a man now, and I don't want to be the mistress of my daughter's husband.

— Nina Petrovna, I can't, I'm haunted and even dream of the smell of your panties, give them to me.

Looking at me carefully, she thought and said:

— No, don't, occupy yourself with your wife's panties. That's it.

We stayed at the dacha with Inna for about three days. In general, Inna turned out to no longer be a virgin, but honestly, I didn't hope for that. Of course, I didn't make a big deal out of this situation. After all, I loved her for who she was.

Somehow, I met a guy, and he accidentally saw Inna, and not knowing she was my wife, casually mentioned that at the technical school where she studied, he and his friend often fucked her, and not just them.

This angered me, I didn't know what to do. At the same time, some excitement and arousal appeared.

Consult with her mother? No, why expose the girl. These are my problems now.

In the evening at home, Inna noticed I was preoccupied with something:

— What's wrong with you, did something happen?

— Something happened.

My hands were shaking, my voice was breaking, but I tried calmly, without hysterics, to clarify the situation:

— Do you know Vadim...?

— Yes, I know, we studied in the same group.

Well, I relayed Vadim's message to her.

Inna turned pale and started crying:

— I didn't want you to know, and you didn't ask.

— And if I had asked, would you have told me?

— I don't know, but probably would have told something.

In my soul, there was a mix of anger, jealousy, pity, tenderness, and arousal.

Inna, burying her face in the pillow, continued to sob. Suddenly, I pounced on her, turned her over, tore off her panties, thrust into her, and started fucking her fiercely. Inna, too, gave herself like a bitchy, insatiable slut. Still, she was good.

After finishing and calming down, Inna was silent for a while and then started talking:

— What happened, tell me.

— You want to know?

Excitement and arousal appeared:

— Yes, yes, tell me in detail how it happened the first time.

Inna felt my arousal and started telling:

— Well, there was some party, they got me drunk by adding vodka to champagne. The guy I was dancing with went to see me off. It was late, in the entrance, he pressed me against the wall, started kissing me, and let his hands roam. I was no longer in control, and something was welling up inside me, well...

— And you wanted it yourself?

— Yes, I already wanted it. We started kissing, he reached under my skirt into my panties. I felt that everything down there was wet, and I could no longer control myself. He started taking off my panties.

I was already ready and thrust against my wife, Inna was also aroused.

— And you didn't object?

— Yes, I lifted my legs, he took off my panties completely, unzipped his pants, lifted one of my legs, and tried to insert it standing up, but it didn't work, then he begged me to help him.

— And you inserted it yourself?

— Yes, I took it with my hand.

— He was hard for you?

— And he came inside you?

— Yes, I felt a stream inside me, and he froze. He stood there and started pulling out. Everything was flowing out of me. I started wiping with my panties. The panties were bloody and with something else, what he had shot inside me.

That's it, I could no longer hold back and pounced on my wife, thrusting into her with force, pulling out completely, good thing I always hit the mark, otherwise I could have broken something, but experience doesn't go to waste.

So, Inna and I tumbled, fucked, and sang songs all evening and all night. The first time I put it in her mouth straight from her pussy. Both really liked it—from pussy to mouth, then back to pussy, then immediately kissing lips smelling of pussy.

Once, Inna told me that she was invited to a classmates' reunion.

— So? Do you want to go?

— Well, I don't know. What do you think? Should I go?

Arousal appeared, I already knew exactly what would happen if Inna went, she understood it too, and knew that I understood it. But we didn't discuss it, by silent agreement.

— Well, go ahead, then tell me about it.

— She understood exactly what she would need to tell, but remained silent and started getting ready.

Of course, as I expected, it wasn't just a party, and my wife showed up only towards morning. Wary and tired.

I only asked:

— Did it happen?

— Yes, it happened.

— Alright, you're tired, didn't get enough sleep, go rest.

— And you're not angry with me?

— Well, why should I be angry with you? I pretty much knew it would happen.

— Well, I can't help myself. That's the kind of slut I am. I don't specifically seek it out, but if offered, I can't refuse.

— That's why I love you just the way you are." I smiled, kissed my wife, and sent her to rest.

Somehow, in a conversation with her mother, she asked:

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