After a beautiful spring day

After a wonderful spring evening, Lyudmila and I became lovers. We often called each other, but only met once a month, since Lyuda was married with two children, and we lived in different cities.

Lyudmila called on Friday, saying her husband was away for the weekend and asking me to pick her up from work. I had no plans for the weekend, so the call delighted me. I got ready and drove off. Two hours later, I was waiting outside the school. I waited another 40 minutes for Lyuda.

And then she came out. My beautiful woman in a plaid suit, looking stern. She walked briskly over and jumped into the car. But already at the first intersection, Lyudmila hugged

and kissed me. She said she had missed me a lot, as we hadn't seen each other for almost a month.

We stopped at a store, bought some wine and food, and a few minutes later entered her apartment. Lyudmila quickly kicked off her little black shoes and said we'd have a quick bite, then she'd run some errands, and we'd have dinner when she returned. I agreed to everything. I went into the living room and turned on the TV. Lyuda went to the bedroom, took off her suit, put on a robe, and went to the kitchen. We had a light snack; Lyuda was hungry from work.

Afterwards, Lyudmila put on a skirt and blouse, kissed me, quickly slipped into her shoes, said she'd be back soon, and left.

I sat in the living room, went into the bedroom, and wandered into the children's room. Leaving the children's room, I noticed a closet in the hallway, opened it, and there, on the bottom shelf, was a pile of my beloved woman's shoes.

I knelt down and took out the red shoes. Lyudmila was still teaching me when she wore these. I couldn't take my eyes off these beautiful shoes for an entire lesson; back then, I could only dream of even touching them. And now I was holding them. I kissed them and set them aside. Next, I noticed the black shoes; I drank champagne from them on our first evening. I picked them up; the scent of champagne still lingered. I ran my tongue along the insole; the taste of sparkling wine was still there. I placed these shoes on the other side. There were also brown, beige, and, further back in the corner, black patent leather ones that Lyudmila wore to her graduation. She must have worn them to various celebrations since. I reached for them and pulled them out. Inside were flesh-colored footlets. By then, I was already very aroused. I took out a footlet, smelled it; it smelled of leather and Lyuda's feet.

I knew the scent of Lyudmila's feet perfectly; she liked it when I kissed and caressed them. The shoes inside were quite well-worn. But externally, they were beautiful. I sat on the floor and unzipped my pants. I was fully erect. In my left hand, I held the footlet; with my right, I pulled my penis out of my underwear. I carefully pulled the footlet over my aroused organ. I picked up the black patent leather shoe and slowly inserted my penis into it. I brought the other shoe to my face. Just then, the lock clicked, and Lyudmila walked in. She saw me lying there with my pants down to my knees, her shoes scattered around me. One of her favorites was on my penis, and I was passionately licking the other. Smiling, Lyuda said, "And what are you doing?" I explained that I had liked her shoes since school and somehow wanted to pay attention to the footwear. So, upon discovering all this, I was making love to the most beautiful shoes.

We didn't walk for long. Within an hour, we were preparing dinner. Lyuda stood by the stove in a yellow-red house robe, no bra on. She was very beautiful. Lyuda also cooked superbly. We ate, drank wine, and headed to the bedroom. Entering the bedroom, Lyudka turned on the TV and flopped onto the wide bed. As always, I quickly undressed and sat at her feet. After a light foot massage, I moved on to caresses; licking her feet, I reached her robe and unbuttoned it. Before me lay Lyudmila in only black panties. As soon as I touched the panties, Lyudka lifted her butt, and I swiftly pulled them off. I kissed the white, everyday panty liner and tossed the panties aside. Lyudka's pussy was bushy; during our last meetings, I had been grooming her pubic hair, and she liked it.

I licked her vagina and reached for the scissors. Carefully trimmed and neatened the pubic hair, ran to get her razor, and lovingly shaved her. It turned into a beautiful hairstyle. Lyudka went to wash off the remaining foam and hair clippings. And we immersed ourselves in sex. We made love diligently. I entered her, poured my semen into her, enjoyed her body. She screamed, moaned, came. Closer to morning, we fell asleep like babies.

We woke up closer to noon. I was lounging in bed, and Lyudmila Nikolaevna went to the toilet. I heard Lyuda's voice: "... Lyosha, bring me...". I got up, approached the toilet, pulled the handle; the door was open. Lyuda was sitting on the toilet, completely naked, just like me. She was having a bowel movement; I could tell by the smell. Lyuda pointed to the toilet paper holder and said there was nothing to wipe with.

I was about to go look for something, but I suggested to her: "Maybe without paper?" Lyuda smiled: "A tempting offer." She stood up from the toilet, stepped aside a little, and bent over. I knelt behind her. With my hands, I spread her buttocks; a small piece of shit was protruding from her anus, and the area around was a bit smeared. I was very aroused. With my tongue, I carefully removed the piece of feces and spat it into the toilet. Then I began licking the brown liquid around the opening. After each movement, I wet my tongue with my saliva to wash away what I had licked. Soon, everything was clean. I penetrated her anal opening with my tongue several times; my tongue still got dirty for a while, but soon it was clean there too. I did a good job. I noticed her pussy; it was slightly wet, as Lyuda had recently peed.

I ran my tongue over her pussy a couple of times. Her vagina was moist. I stood up behind her; my penis pressed right against her pussy. With a quick hand movement, Lyudka inserted my swollen organ into herself. We began moving passionately. I sat on the toilet, and she started riding me. After a while, I poured a load of semen into her. As soon as Lyudmila reached her orgasm, she got off me and went to wash up. I got off the toilet, flushed, and waited for my turn in the bathroom.

Coming out of the bathroom, Lyudmila Nikolaevna said she liked going to the toilet that way. I kissed her and said, "If you want, it will always be like this when I'm here." Lyudka nodded approvingly and told me to go brush my teeth. From that day on, Lyudmila no longer used toilet paper when I was at her place.

The weekend flew by quickly. I poured plenty of semen into my woman, gave her a lot of pleasure. She cooked delicious food, caressed me. We were a great couple. Her husband was due back Sunday evening. At lunchtime, I packed to go home, and as I was leaving, I saw the black patent leather shoes in the hallway. I bent down to them, took out the footlets from inside; on one of them, I noticed dried semen stains. I glanced at Lyuda; we smiled at each other. I put this trophy in my pocket. Hugged Lyudmila, kissed her firmly, and headed home.

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