Stories in change
202 stories · Page 9Natasha is a long forgotten past. She cheated on me, it’s hard to forgive. I built a new life, and she was left far behind. But here is the alumni meeting. Exactly ten years passed after graduation; I would hardly have shown up, but the unexpected appearance of many friends from my youth forced me to come. We drank a lot and discussed a long-forgotten past. I felt good, I haven’t felt like I was in the company of close people for a long time, the kind that make you forget about everything. But then she appeared. A chill immediately ran down my spine. For a whole year after graduation, she was fucked by a classmate named Yegor, and all I could think about was how Natasha and I would build our beautiful future. Unexpectedly, at the beginning of the second year, she confessed everything to me, I became very sad and broke off our relationship with her. Since that time, a lot of water has passed under the bridge: I married the woman I loved, and I had never even seen her. And so she
Ninka was lying on her stomach, her legs bent under her. Her butt rose defiantly off the sofa. Her bare feet were hanging off the sofa, and her head was resting on the back. I sat side by side, a little to the side, and diligently jerked off both Ninka’s holes at once. She snorted contentedly, moved her butt, and twirled it. Feeling the finish line approaching, she spun faster. - Come on, I'll cum now! I liked it when Ninka came from my caresses, and then put her hole at my disposal and lay relaxed while I tormented her body. I gave it. The contraction of the muscles of the anus and vagina signaled her high. Having groaned several times, she relaxed her legs, lowered her butt, rested a little and raised it again. Ninka hoped to get another orgasm if I wasn’t in a hurry and helped her. I helped. Spreading her buttocks, he smeared her ass with cream and lubricated her ass. He put his penis to the hole in the anus, pressed it and slipped into the alluring depths. He placed his hand
My older sister is a real smart and beautiful person, but she is a very narcissistic person. How many young people did she break the hearts of? Everyone was looking for something special, or rather not special, but rather trivial - a rich prince in a white Bentley. But the years flew by, and only students with cheap bouquets and rather modest businessmen appeared on the threshold of our apartment. One day, our friend Vika invited me and my sister, who was already 27 years old, to spend a week of summer vacation in Sochi with her grandmother. On a warm evening, the three of us went out to dance in one rather expensive establishment. And here, lo and behold, my older sister Sveta, no longer an enviable bride (the girl was 27 after all), but still wildly narcissistic, meets a middle-aged, but judging by the thickness of his wallet and the make of his car, quite wealthy man, and to also from the capital of our homeland. By the way, it is worth saying that our parents are intelligent pe
It was before the weekend. A friend invited me to his home to drink vodka. I got ready, bought vodka and cognac for her wife and went to them. A friend and his wife met me and took me to the kitchen. We started drinking, his wife had cognac, and we had vodka. Having drunk quite a bit, we went to smoke on the balcony. When his wife returned and changed into a short dressing gown, I noticed that she was not wearing a bra. A friend fucked her up, why are you dressed up like that? You're even sitting there without a bra. And she says that she has beautiful breasts and can sit without a bra. She asked me a couple of times if I liked her breasts? I said it was a good size. My favorite is 4th. She asked if she excites me? I nodded my head. Then we sat and had a drink, and went to smoke with a friend. Suddenly he asks me if I want her wife? I refused, but he still insisted on an answer. I replied that if not your wife, then I would sleep with her. And he says come on, we’ll fuck her togeth
She came, as usual, when everyone was already asleep. The rustle of her slippers only woke up the owner's cat, who was lazily lounging on the sofa. My sister and her husband slept in the next room, where the silence was dispelled by the whisper of the TV. There was no appetite, the routine in the office and the recent lack of spiritual and intimate closeness with Igor left a certain imprint on the night life of the young family. Having imperceptibly entered the slightly open door, without turning on the night light, Alena, with her usual movement, groped for the closet handle, opened and took out her parents’ old hangers, and began to take off her tired blouse that had already been boring for the day. Igor lay with his head covered with a blanket and only one hand lay on the side of her bed, as if guarding his rightful place, his lawful wife. Outside the window, the lantern faintly pierced the young May foliage and this gave a slight feeling of novelty and excitement. Changes are c
The day did not go well from the very morning. The conflict arose out of nowhere. Slamming the door, Tanya went to her parents. Arriving at the office, Lenya turned on the computer and began editing another contract. Then the boss came into his office. - Why so gloomy? Looks like you had a good rest. - What is it... - Yeah. Okay, here's a little deal for you - you'll go to Paris. - ...Where? – To the hero city of Paris. You'll get divorced. You will negotiate with our partners on a new project. Prepare the soil. Do you have a visa? - By itself. - So that's great. Natasha will go with you as a translator. She's also on board. Go to the accounting department for travel allowances and tickets and you’re free for today. Go home, pack your things. Departure tomorrow morning at 9:45. After Lenya left, the boss returned to his office and called Natasha to his office. Natasha, a fragile brunette with short hair and big brown eyes, had a luxurious bust of the third size. As
My wife Lenka is a whore... That says it all. We've been married for eight years. Lenka is 30 years old and works as a secretary in a small company that sells plumbing fixtures. When we first got married, I still knew nothing about my wife’s turbulent past. Then I found out... Not exactly by accident, no! Lenka herself told me during sex who she was with before me! When we got married, Lenka was 22. So, over the years, this bitch had a hundred men a year, no less. So consider this... For her, fucking an unfamiliar man is as natural as sneezing! And Lenka realized that I liked her depravity and accessibility. And it is true. Well, I like it when a strange man lies on Lenka and fucks her in my favorite sweet holes! Very often, returning from work, I find my legal wife in bed with some man! “Well, we met on a minibus. He liked me and invited me home!” - a common explanation for the husband in these situations. Sometimes there were two or even three men... These freaks fucked my la
Viktor Petrovich returned home a little faster than usual; he was released from work due to the lack of electricity at the plant. He worked as a machine operator at a sewing factory, a boring, daily job, without any career prospects. And in his personal life there is no beauty, a gray little wife, snotty offspring, even on vacation and he is busy digging potatoes instead of resorts. But this year, my job didn’t allow me to take leave, so I had to work hard, and sent my wife to the village to live with her parents. After changing clothes and taking a shower, Viktor Petrovich went to the kitchen to prepare himself something to eat, when suddenly the doorbell rang. Surprised, Viktor Petrovich opened the door, looking with interest at who might come to him, because he doesn’t even really have friends, much less girlfriends. In front of the door stood a neighbor from the third floor, not a young, but very attractive woman, with a rather beautiful figure, for her age, and her appearance ca
Hi all. I am Denis. So I decided to write my own story about my wife Anya’s betrayal. The first time my wife cheated on me was in a restaurant, on our wedding anniversary. So, after this betrayal, we decided to start looking for a partner for group sex. Only this time, we decided that everything would be beautiful. We decided to rent a hotel. The search took more than a month. Having posted an ad on the Internet on one of the dating sites, Anya spent a long time selecting a candidate. And so, a man responded to the ad, his name was Victor. “This is what you need,” said the wife. Look, he’s married, he writes that he already has MFM experience, and in terms of age, he’s 35 years old, and he’s handsome in appearance. - Okay, I answered. If you like him, then let’s meet him first and talk. We made an appointment for Victor at a cafe and met him a couple of days later. We talked, found out where he works, learned about his MFM experience. He said that several years ago, he and a fr
I left my daughter with my grandmother, and I went for a walk, to unwind and see what was going on in the world. I had been walking around the city for about two hours, I was tired and decided to rest a little near the Dnieper. I bought myself a bottle of light beer and started enjoying life. Usually my husband, daughter and I went for a walk together, but that day he was at work and for some reason in the last couple of weeks we haven’t been able to go for a walk together. But I really wanted it, my soul demanded new impressions and sensations. Yes, this happens when you are on maternity leave: your husband becomes the main person from whom you expect all this. But if he is busy, then he needs to look for new opportunities so as not to run wild, since sitting at home all the time affects his mood. So I’m standing there, not touching anyone, when suddenly two guys come up to me and offer to join them for communication, supposedly my soul requires female company, and they really lik
I was a hired programmer. As a result of the fact that I was not satisfied with work in my native province due to the low salary, I moved to the nearest big city - largely under the influence of my girlfriend, in many ways - of my own free will, and largely because one of the aspiring entrepreneurs I knew offered to work for him privately in this city. My girlfriend - my Baby - was just about to enter a university in the same metropolis. Everything was very, very good with her. By mutual recognition, we satisfied each other much better than all our previous bed partners. Naturally, we loved each other. And they forgave a lot, especially since my Baby came into my life when I was slowly chewing on my fifth depression - as always, associated with another painful breakup of a love relationship, and was already ready to despair and put an end to women, in the sense of a positive attitude to them. She literally revived in me my love for the world and for women. She just came and began to
Once, I decided to take a steam bath with my wife in the bathhouse, and asked my mother-in-law to heat the bathhouse on Saturday when I returned from the night shift in the morning, but in the morning of that day they called my wife from work. She works at my hospital, so I urgently need to come in as a substitute. After wandering around the house, I went to the bathhouse myself. The whole bathhouse was breathing heat and I undressed, took a dip in the shower and climbed into the steam room. I sat there for about twenty minutes when I heard a noise in the hallway, then my mother-in-law’s voice. How's the fever? - she asked. I replied, “everything is fine.” About five minutes later, my naked mother-in-law came into the steam room, wearing only a hat on her head, and sitting down next to her, she said, “Don’t let the wood go to waste, I was heating for two, but I came alone,” and she laughed, son-in-law, don’t be shy, I’ve seen cockerels in my time, so You don't have to close yours.
My husband, as always, was late at work, and I didn’t even know what to do with myself. Housework had long been done, dinner was cooling on the stove, and the feeling of incredible loneliness was only growing with every minute. I was waiting for my betrothed in a brand new set of underwear - a thin burgundy bra that perfectly emphasized my large natural breasts and a transparent thong. Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and I immediately rushed to open it, wanting to immediately see my beloved’s reaction to my perfect appearance. However, to my deepest regret and shock, my husband’s best friend was standing on the threshold. He was taken aback by my nakedness and immediately turned away so as not to embarrass me. A blush instantly appeared on the cheeks, and thoughts began to flash through my head about how ridiculous everything had turned out. I quickly grabbed the coat hanging right at the entrance and invited the young man to go into the living room. My husband was due back a
He loved her tenderly, caressing her so that it didn’t hurt. She reciprocated his feelings: she moaned when he kissed her breasts, arched her back when he stroked her tummy, and desperately pretended to cum at the same time as him. But as soon as the night began, she went to someone else, to someone who loved her greedily and cruelly... What a bitch she is - I thought, lighting a cigarette - strange for a girl with such eyes, damn, I really want to believe that she is white and fluffy... or I just want to think so... well... she will never be mine. What did she say? Mmmm... sex without consequences. After it there is only one consequence - insanity. The filter of the cigarette burns his fingers, he shakes his head and looks towards the bed. Here she is. Beautiful, desired and mine... today. He approaches the bed, she rises to kiss his stomach, but he takes her by the neck and squeezes. She doesn't moan or wheeze... she looks into his eyes. Cruel, evil, beautiful BITCH - I say
They celebrated Alena's birthday. They are Alena, her husband Vadim and their friends: husband and wife Irina and Maxim. This event took place in a night cafe. It was a lot of fun, especially for Alena. It was her anniversary - 25 years. Irina and Maxim were their long-time friends, with whom they had a lot in common: a joint business for 5 years, which is quite rare these days. We won’t go into such details: what kind of business exactly, and there’s no need for that. The main thing is that everything went smoothly and harmoniously, just the dream of any partner. Everyone was already quite tipsy (as expected during the holidays: food, drinking, dancing). Alena was short with a good figure, sociable, and not ugly. Her husband is the complete opposite (meaning height), and his figure is athletic. Irina and Maxim also made a rather attractive couple. Maxim was in love with Alena for a long time, but she did not reciprocate his feelings because she was married and other behavior,
There weren’t very many things, but the guys got tired of carrying them to the third floor by hand. The elevator, as is customary in new buildings, was not yet working and we spent a good two hours lifting bulky and not very good things up the stairs. After that, as expected, he set the table for them and treated them normally. The mood was high, as the long-awaited apartment was a real gift. The large three-room apartment, while it was empty of things, was frightening with its size. I received it on occasion in a home for military personnel. The house was not completely inhabited, and, naturally, I didn’t know the neighbors at all. Having seen the guys off to the bus stop, I was returning home and suddenly, on the landing between the first and second floors, I ran into a young, rather attractive woman. “Help, please,” she asked, looking at me with a quick, piercing look. There was a massive cardboard box at her feet, and one could only guess how she dragged it there. I grabbed t
As soon as Marina and I went to her, she immediately dropped to her knees right in the hallway and, jerking off my pants, began to suck my instantly erect penis. I had been fucking her for a couple of weeks already - my wife Lena went on a business trip abroad, and since I had no strength to abstain, I came to visit her best friend and, somehow it just happened, fucked her. I must say that Marina had a remarkable temperament, and she fucked with great pleasure (not like Lena), but her personal life was greatly complicated by the fact that at the age of 18 she stupidly got pregnant and gave birth, so now, at 27 her fairly grown-up son made her personal life quite complicated - and that’s understandable, who needs someone else’s offspring. Because of this, she rarely had lovers, and even those were all married. I was no exception either, but it seems that she was pleased that at least someone was fucking her almost every day several times in a row, even if it was her best friend’s husb
I had a friend who really loved two things in sex: spontaneity and light coercion. This turned her on so much that I then had to “calm her down” for hours. We knew each other for 3 years and therefore we managed to fully enjoy all possible (and impossible) places, seasons, days and circumstances. Role-playing games too. One day I came up with a scenario that, as it seemed to me then, was new and good, but its implementation was quite problematic, since it required the presence of other participants, and its actions could well fall under at least several articles of the criminal code... I'll tell you how it happened. After work, my girlfriend sometimes stopped by a supermarket on the outskirts of St. Petersburg. She drove a Mercedes A-Class and left it in the parking lot in front of this supermarket. It was late, it got dark early (autumn) and she went out with shopping when it was already a little dark in the parking lot, and in the evening there were fewer and fewer cars and peo
And again she buried herself in work, forgetting about everything in the world. Suddenly the bell finally rang. She perked up, and for some reason her heart sank to her feet. Yes, it was him. She took the phone and rushed from her place down the corridor. Everyone in the office immediately knew who was on the line. She quickly walked down the corridor to gain privacy for conversation. But it was impossible to wait, what if he quits now? And why did that bother her? Here the girls were discussing such intimate things on the phone in full voice, right in the hallway and even in the office, why should she be embarrassed? Still, she picked up the phone and said quietly: - Hello. - Why aren’t you picking up the phone?! — an angry voice was heard at the other end. “I worked,” she justified herself. - You must pick up the phone immediately when I call, understand? Otherwise it will be bad for you! Do you understand? “I see,” she answered, frightened. - This will happen again,
I always get headaches in the spring. As soon as the snow melts and the warm wind begins to rule the sunny streets, you want to wander around the city, listen to music, enjoy ice cream and smoke slowly on benches. Find a cheerful company with a guitar and drunken songs and sit with them on the parapet until the morning... Today I also wanted to, but somehow it didn’t work out. I forgot my headphones at home, the ice cream was tasteless, and, as luck would have it, there were old people and mothers sitting on the benches, whom I didn’t want to brazenly “fumigate.” Besides, I wanted sex unbearably. More precisely, love..., well, and sex... My husband traditionally went fishing, he especially likes to do this after our quiet scandals. We haven't had sex for two years now. He just doesn't want to. Even move your fingers, let alone strain for my orgasm. And reminders of “marital duty” only lead to misunderstanding in his eternally naive eyes: “Well, I don’t want it!”.. “Well, if you don