Our family relationships have always been smooth and respectful, becoming such after the first years of unbridled passion. The birth of Artyom in many ways cooled the former ardor, but replaced it with tenderness and affection, such an inherent and necessary strong married couple.
However, at a certain stage, the evenness of relations played against us, more precisely, it relaxed and weakened my feelings and emotions. I loved Natasha, and I didn’t even have any thoughts about romance on the side or affair, but she did not give a reason to doubt her loyalty. Yes, she is very beautiful, my platinum blonde with teeth, pearls, and she works as a dentist in a private clinic. By the way, this is how we met when I came to her treatment. Fell in love with her eyes, because most of her face was hidden by a mask ...
And legs! I loved her legs very much ... Imagine, the robe is wide open, but you only feel how the beautiful girl's knees rest on your side, but you can’t take your eye too, because you are lying in the chair, and with a drill boring -machines ...
But I was distracted by this ... So, it so happened that a family even life dulled my attention to Natasha, and in the furniture business that I led, problems started. I had debts, which even though I was able to repay, but somehow there was nothing left for the family. Well, the nerves, of course, let down ... And I began to drink.
Lot! The bottle could sentence, and then still catch up with beer on top. Well, not at a time, but during the evening ... No, I did not blunt, I did not yell at me, no more than raised my hand to my beloved son, but it was enough that I was abusing! And he seemed to understand that it was necessary to stop, but every time I told myself, I’m supposed to deal with debts, I’ll fix things, and that’s all ...
And at some point, when it seemed that the debts were repaid and difficulties were not foreseen, I realized that I could not stop ... I was still drinking, because I lived in the feeling that now some kind of financial disorder, and all that jazz ...
With Natasha we began to move away, and there was nothing strange in this: sometimes waking up in the morning I still felt like a storm, so she didn’t smile at all to make love to me when I was splashed with alcohol.
And I don’t even know, not under the influence of alcohol, not because Natasha was in plain sight, but on the contrary I tried to dig into the burrow, but I began to show my own inferiority complex and suspicion towards Natasha. I seriously began to suspect that she had a man. One of the customers, as an option.
I didn’t tell her this directly, but it felt like she was trying to look good for someone. I didn’t follow, I didn’t try to get jealous, I didn’t check it, but rather he himself understood that something was wrong with me ... And yet the fact that Natasha was prettier did not leave my attention, and I was tormented by suspicions. Albeit baseless, but still ...
And he continued to thump!
Then one day we had a conversation with Natasha. When she said that we need to talk, I first thought that now she confesses to me in the novel on the side. Already my heart sank ...
But it turned out she was just tired of my always drunk look! As a doctor, she was afraid for me, like a loving woman - worried. I did not try to convince her of something, because I understood that she was right, absolutely 100% right, and I myself suggested that she leave for a while.
I pursued 2 points: I myself understood that it was time to tie it up with booze, and for this I was going to live a little one and forget it in black, in order to tie it, if not forever, then for a long time! And it is desirable that Natasha and Artem did not see it. Although I will immediately say that none of my relatives and I myself did not suffer from alcoholism, but suddenly it began to happen to me that was scary ...
Natasha agreed, but this was not just for her. I do not know what thoughts were jumping in her head at that moment, but it’s good that she let me go! Seriously, if I resisted this, I would ... I do not know, I would just continue to live in the same mode. And maybe in more.
In general, it was lucky that Tema had a vacation, and he went to the camp, and Natasha and I went to different addresses. She stayed at home, and I moved to the parental hearth.
For some time it was difficult, of course, I really wanted to call her, see her, but jammed these impulses with alcohol! And I was bothered by the fact that she did not report about herself. And from the thought that my wife could be with someone at that moment when I was drinking on the hut alone, I was even more depressed by myself ...
For several days I really booze in black, in umat ... I even scored for work. But I could afford: I’m the director of the enterprise named after myself! He called, consulted with the accountant about the affairs, and if there was no state of emergency, spent time in idleness.
Natasha, I called, but to find out how things are with themes. And it seemed to me that Natasha answered me somehow coldly, hurried to curtail the conversation, but to my suspicious questions she said that everything was fine. And she asked me why I was drunk again, to which I did not find the answer.
I understood more and more clearly that it was time to tie up with a booze, otherwise I would kill myself and finish with the family!
And somehow, one day I just did not drink! Just did not, and all ...
Yes, there was a breakdown, there were desires, there was a desire even a little bit, which I did not yield, but it’s not about that ...
Already, at the end of Temin, there was a change, it was necessary to take him out of the camp, and Natasha and I agreed that we would pick him up together. But here the involuntary question: and then where? According to their addresses? The theme did not know about us ... Month the boy is not in charge that relatives live separately!
Phoned, and we just can not start a conversation, they say, what shall we do?
Natasha started very carefully:
- You do not drink now?
“It's already the second week,” I replied.
- That's how ... - something in her voice was like, as if she wished she hadn’t called earlier. And then she asked: - Do you mind if I drop by tonight, let's talk ...
I was not against it.
I didn’t imagine a romantic evening, and I didn’t come up with anything sensible with dinner. All right, that at least in the apartment there is an order, the dust is wiped out and the bottles of the battery do not stand under the sink.
Natasha came from work. Black cropped dress, large pearl beads, and so large pearl teeth! During the time that we have not seen, she seemed younger and freshened up. Her hair was arranged along her shoulders, without any tricks, but for some reason memories pierced me: for 15 years we were together in total, and that day Natasha’s hair was also on her shoulders when I first brought her to my home. There was no sex then, but crossing the threshold of the house, she seemed to cross the zone of my free life territory.
We were glad to meet you, but somehow we restrained ourselves: we didn’t embrace, weren't kissed. He smiled at each other, but went into the kitchen. It was just coffee ... Or tea, I don’t remember exactly ...
We talked easily and naturally, and there was no separation. The question of how we will pick up the topic was solved by itself ... Now, when it was necessary to decide the question of what to do next, we closed.
For some reason, I was afraid to hear my words, that I was ready to return, her confession, that now she was not ready to accept me. In order to make up for the pause, I offered to drink some more tea, and Natasha agreed.
I stood up, sneaking a glance at her bare feet. A neat pedicure was made quite recently, and I involuntarily held my eyes on the well-groomed fingers of her feet.
Natasha had gorgeous legs with which in her youth she literally drove me crazy. Yes, and now I sometimes watched as the men looked at her footprint, as soon as she only put on a skirt above her knees ....
Natalya caught my eye, and I suddenly felt that I was blushing like a boy. Wow, she embarrassed me!
- What, like? - She asked, and I honestly admitted that very.
“I went to the salon ...” she replied, looking at her fingers with which she had played at my sight.
Suddenly, I felt the urge to desire, and without any compulsion, I sank to my knees in front of my beloved, without taking my eyes off her feet. The nails on her legs were cast with pearl nacre.
- See ... closer ... - I explained vaguely.
Probably, I embarrassed my little wife, because earlier I had not shown such signs of attention to her. Natasha, I repeat, had awesome legs, which he often told her about, but at the same time he didn’t allow himself to cuddle with them, considering it a weakness.
“Well ... look ..." she said somehow timidly. It seemed to be a wonder for her.
I took her left foot in the palm of my hand, feeling the forgotten softness and freshness of her skin. The surface of the foot was cool, and the sole, on the contrary, warm. The veins of the vessels and veins on her skin were visible only near, but I did not pay attention to it.
I began to knead her foot in my hands, but the skin did not retain the warmth of my hands, and I, dropping even lower, kissed her. Natasha at first somehow started, her leg stiffened, almost jumping out of my palms with a fish ...
I had already made the thought that now she would make a fuss, demanding to rise and stop her actions, and cautiously closed her eyes, but several seconds passed, but there was no negative reaction.
Instead, there was a genuine interest in what would happen next, and I again stretched my lips to her legs.
I began to kiss her feet, and each finger on them, causing the skin to turn pink and began to give warmth towards me.
From such an effect, I myself kindled, and as if wanting to prolong and preserve this moment, I began to stroke, caress, relax in the palms of the beloved woman’s leg, increasingly covering her foot with breathing and kisses from small toes almost to the heel ...
Natalya pribaldela, and I lay down at her feet, and I already did not care what she could think of me. Yielding to weakness, I could not pass back.
I rolled onto my back, and taking both her legs in my hands, put my feet on my face. Her legs were almost weightless, and I didn’t feel heavy when her heels rested against my forehead and my socks crushed my chin.
I felt the tension in the groin - a member could not get out of the pants on my own, but asked to go outside.
I do not know why I was so excited, and because we have never allowed ourselves such experiments! Even when we were overwhelmed with passion in younger years ...
I opened my mouth, and her sock fell into the cavity.
I lay stupidly on the floor, holding the beloved woman’s sock in my mouth and did not dare to move even when it began to penetrate deeper into my mouth, constraining my breath.
But probably, Natasha realized that I was not comfortable, and took my foot out of my mouth, allowing, however, to lick her heel.
I had to admit to myself that I did not deserve more. Natasha did so much for me, for the family, for life, and I preferred to drink the “white”, forgetting about all the benefits.
I opened my eyes. Natasha leaned forward, looking at me.
I was ready to apologize to her and ask her for forgiveness, but she was ahead of me.
- Why did you not do this to me before? - her voice was even, and her smile was clear.
- Please, give me a chance ... - I swallowed the remnants of words, changing them by others. - do it for you more often!
She liked it, and Natasha rose, stretched out to me to his full height. I was lying on the floor at her model legs and, feeling like a slave to the situation, I didn’t want to change anything.
Natasha, amused herself, sat on the chair on which I had been sitting earlier, and put my feet in my groin area.
- Wow ... - only she said, feeling the rising member. It was the same length as her foot.
I lowered my trousers, and Natasha smiled, peepingly looking at the rearing member.
"What, really want?" - I counted in her eyes.
“Please ...” I whispered.
I lost the care of her affection, and now I was very afraid of losing her. Being alone, I often resorted to self-satisfaction, while recalling our intimacy with Natasha. And if now she said she was not ready, I would have gone mad.
She stroked my cock with her legs, which had never happened before, and she smiled, obviously content with the role of the mistress. What did she need to tell me that she was not ready for sex, and proudly leave, leaving me alone with a sticking out member. But no ... She tested me, and I, in order to prove the seriousness and truthfulness of my words, meekly took her left leg in my palm and pulled it into my mouth. He froze in her mouth, massaging her pink fingers with her tongue, looking up at her.
At that moment, she suspended the forward movement of the right leg along my trunk, and moved the sock to the plump scrotum. She crushed one egg to me, and I would certainly have howled, trying to break free, if her divine leg had not been placed in my mouth. I resisted the pressure, let my eyes clouded with tears, and turned my gaze on her, full of respect and love, repentance and pity.
She liked it, and she eased the pressure by removing her sock from her mouth.
- Confess, drove someone to yourself during this time? She asked, even if she knew the answer.
- No ... - I gave out in one breath.
She again started stroking my dick with both feet. At that moment, even if she confessed to me of her infidelity, I would say that I do not hold on to her evil.
Her feet nadrachivali my dick, and I blushed, unwittingly catching in her eyes and on her lips sneer.
“Just think, my husband is a pervert-fetishist!”
However, she did not say a word out loud.
The first wave of my excitement subsided, besides, my back was sore from lying on the cold floor, and I got up. written for sexytal.com Natasha followed me with her eyes, and even if I didn't push her to further, she seemed to feel what I needed. My standing member was against her lips, and she immediately plunged him into her mouth!
My God, how long has this not happened! In the fiery first years, this was only an "experiment", nothing more, which the loving wife eventually refused. She said that she was not pleased to do this, but I did not insist, although the thought of how hot and moist Natka's lips closed around my penis more than once worried me.
She took a deep blowjob, but not too long. 10-15 times made progressive movements, but rather to stimulate my strut. With her one palm, she held my preloaded scrotum, as if she were putting it in some thicket. I slightly tilted my head, interested in the movement of her lips along my penis, but at that moment Natasha stopped stimulating me and rose.
We were opposite each other, and I felt an unreal desire for her, as if we were suddenly younger and came to know each other for the first time.
“How beautiful you are,” I admitted.
Natasha walked around me, dressing her over her head. Her body, strong and so dear, was drunk ... The summer sun rewarded her with a tan, and on the contrary I avoided its influence, and this was even more its superiority.
All that was left on Natasha was pearl beads and a bodice, which she flicked off with a click. Ripe breasts, which I loved to kiss in past years, did not lose their attractiveness and shape, and I sank my lips into her swollen nipples, with which she fed Temka, while Natasha was pulling off her panties.
The rest happened spontaneously.
I just turned my faithful back to her, and she herself spread her legs apart, slightly bending down, making my way easier. At the same time, her gaze was turned on me, as she turned her head. Pearls of her beads sagged ...
I uncontrollably began to fuck my wife, but in this impulse I was completely ..
forgot about her. The fact is that I liked rhythmic and dynamic sex, while Natasha loved astringent, unhurried and deep entrance-exit. But I now had so much foolishness that I wanted to satisfy my lust first.
I pecked it like a wound, and retreated only when the breather began to fail. Natashka always looked at me over her shoulder, breathing quickened. It was evident that I wanted to change the position and go to measured sex.
I retreated, and she turned to me, attracted me, giving me a tender kiss.
“Let's go to bed ...” she whispered hotly.
Sweat broke out on my forehead, and I asked her for a couple of seconds to restore my breath.
When I came to the bedroom, Natashka was already on all fours on the bed, waiting for me. She turned her head towards me, her blond hair flowed onto the blankets ... But more captivated were the flaps of her ajar sexual lips, giving off sochyo ...
I approached her, as if not a mature man, but a virgin, and Natasha herself helped me get into myself. I managed to intercept her palm, and raised it to my lips, kissing thankfully.
Natalya looked at me, then looked at my dick, inserted into her bosom, and began to sit down on him, as if showing how she would like to have sexual intercourse to our intimacy: slowly and smoothly! Slowly back and forth ...
At the same time, she looked at me, as if trying to convey with her gaze what was required of me and in what rhythm it was necessary to act further.
I tried to match her wishes, but the passion that swept over me was so insurmountable that I turned my back on a pelvis, forcing my beloved woman to forget her wishes. I scribbled like a machine gun, and she needed rifle precision ...
I stopped the onslaught only because I was exhausted, and Natasha again moved towards me: smoothly and calculatingly, rolling on my penis.
Her face took comfort at this moment, her breasts gently swayed, and it had an exciting effect on me, and I again stuck a small fraction of the sex of the roll into her.
She was unable to cope with such inertia, but I noted how her ass and sex lips continued to rhythmically move in slow motion, and it was already difficult to make out who enjoyed the mating pleasure more ...
But the disturbed rhythm could not suit both, and I also had to restore breathing again.
I got out of it, and lay down on the sheets.
Natasha rose above me to his full height - so beautiful and kind of innocent. For a moment, I was rejected for the time of our youth and first meetings, when we only knew each other.
Natasha was full of my dick, and began to rhythmically draw him in, as she wanted and liked. Being on top of me, she completely controlled me and the course of further actions.
Natasha leaned on me, and I take the opportunity to kiss her ripe breasts loudly.
Natasha let me in, slowly rising and falling heavily. Her tanned skin contrasted sharply with my pale skin, and even her breasts were touched by the tan.
She reclined on me, allowing each time "on the way down" to kiss her breasts.
Natashkin movement on me even if they kept my riser, but did not bring me the desired discharge.
At one point, I managed to catch her, and I stuck it in her bosom exactly until my breath was out.
When I stopped, Natashka fell heavily on me, looking her eyes in the eyes.
For a moment I caught myself thinking that if now, at this minute, she would confess to her infidelity, which I invented myself, then I would understand her and forgive ... Because I understood how much I loved her, and how close to losing her!
I again kissed her warmed from caresses and breast movements and confessed in love. Sincere and clean!
Even if I was right three times, and she did have someone, but I just would not give her up! I will fight for her, as when in my youth I fought for her attention!
Natasha swallowed and said:
- I was afraid that I would lose you, my beloved ... Swear that you will not leave me!
This brought me to my senses and regained my strength, because my member still demanded relaxation.
- I love you very much! Forgive me, love ...
... We were lying on its side, Natasha pressed her back to me while I entered her. This position was as convenient for us as I couldn’t work with “acceleration”, but Nataha managed to roll on my hips. I supported her holy bosom, which I loved to kiss and admired her, and Natasha threw my hand behind my neck, pulling my head to hers.
Now, clinging closer to her, I could see her breasts moving in rhythm with the rhythm, and almost felt the discharge, but at that moment there was just an incredible thing that made me literally howl with the tide of orgasm.
Natasha smoothly raised her beautiful leg to its full length and ran it slowly with a slow look, holding at the very tip of the naked fingers, which I was so passionately kissed on that day. There was in her view some pride and gratitude to her own legs, who had served her a special service today.
This brought me to such delight and excitement that I poured into her bosom everything that I had accumulated over the past month of our separation, and then, not realizing what was happening, jumped, and before Natasha could understand and realize anything, she grabbed her for both legs, lifting them, and put it on his chest, becoming kissing and fondling her tongue with smooth calves, regular ankles and gentle heels.
Sperm still flowed from my penis and oozed out of her body, and Natashka, spreading her arms, closed her eyes dreamily, smiling blissfully.
I was holding her legs in my hands and was immensely happy, assuring me that I would never leave her!
... So it happened. That evening we returned to our home, in a familiar family atmosphere. Two days later, Temu was taken away from the camp, and he never guessed what we went through this month.
The business gradually improved, although it sometimes has difficulties. But I’m no longer looking for peace and oblivion in a bottle, it’s enough for me to cuddle up to the legs of the woman I love to feel her undying love and feel needed.
Thank you for all my love!