I decided to leave work early. My boss, of course, grumbled, but I told him that my pipe had burst and I needed to go urgently. But in reality, I just wanted to go to the dacha. Marina left last week, saying that I needed to pick raspberries and currants. Well, I was glad to have a little rest alone. I bought some cold beer and shashlik on the way. I drive up to my plot, and at the gate is Lyokha's car, my neighbor. Well, I think, cool, I'll pop in to see him, maybe we'll have a beer. Our gate doesn't creak, I treated it with oil a week ago. I enter quietly, and from the open window of our house there are strange sounds. Not exactly screams, more like groans. Marina's voice was always quiet, but here... somehow loud. And Lyokhin's laughter. So rude, so smug. I froze. My heart immediately sank into my heels, and then hit my head. I sneak up to the window, through a crack between the curtains. And... I was stunned. They're right on our couch, the one I drag... continue reading

I had been waiting for this, probably, all our family life. Six years of marriage, and Olya never agreed to take me in her mouth all the way. She always stopped at the very last moment, and I came on her chest or stomach. But that evening everything was different. We had just come from her friend's birthday party, we had had a few drinks, but not much, just a relaxed, warm mood. We made love slowly, almost lazily, and I already thought that everything was as usual. But when I turned her over on her back and knelt over her, guiding my penis to her vagina, she suddenly stopped my hand. “Wait,” she said quietly and looked at me with her big eyes, in which I could read some kind of determination mixed with embarrassment. Without saying a word, she moved over, laid me on my back, and positioned herself between my legs. My heart began to pound like a kid's. I just looked at her, at her lips, which she licked before hesitantly taking my cock in her hand. She started as usual - gent... continue reading

I work as a loader at one of the factories. The work is not dusty, every day I just move boxes on a special machine, stack them in rows and sort them. I return home late in the evening, I am constantly in the fresh air, and they pay me so much that I alone have enough to live on. I do not complain, I just want water and bread, and let others try, eat and dress everything else. So one evening, in winter, in 30-degree frost, I was walking home all bundled up to my ears, trudging through high snowdrifts, pressing on my head so that my ears fell off, I forgot my ushanka hat at home, and suddenly, out of nowhere, a girl of about 26 years old jumped out. It was obvious that she was very cold, her tattered autumn sheepskin coat was covered with frost, her hands were blue. I took off my down jacket and led the girl home. Not even out of compassion, but because I hadn't had a woman for over a year. It made itself felt. When I looked at her legs, to which her jeans were stuck from the col... continue reading

Eh, if I had known that it would all end like this, I would never have agreed to Andrey's offer to go to his house, try the new whiskey and cola, and cook him dinner. His wife had long since gone on vacation, and for more than two weeks now the man had been alone at home, sitting on the Internet until midnight. - Hi, Ksyusha, what are you doing there, aren’t you bored? - Hi, Andryusha, everything is fine. I just started cleaning, and then there will be laundry. And how are you? How are you relaxing, or have you started bringing girls to entertain you? Admit it. - Don't tease me. It's true, I feel sick, but I'm holding on. Maybe you could come over? I've been sitting without anything hot for over a week now. I don't know how to make soup, and my friends don't want to come over, I have things to do. - No problem, I'll finish right now and come. Open the wine. - I have whiskey, with cola, it's better. Come on, I'm waiting for you! After a quick s... continue reading