Sex with someone else's wife

My friend was having a celebration. The gathering wasn't large, about 25 people. By evening, everyone was already quite drunk, but no one even thought about stopping the fun. I was pretty tired of the noise. Moreover, closer to evening, all sorts of arguments and shouting started. Realizing that the party would definitely end in a fight, I apologized to everyone present, congratulated my friend and his wife once more, and got ready to go home. The wife of one of my acquaintances approached me and asked me to give her a ride home.

We went out, I got behind the wheel. The girl sat in the back seat. She was crying, covering her face with her little hands. At first, I just drove the car, paying no attention to her,

but at some point, I felt sorry for her. "Girl, why are you crying?" An emotional story about her husband... and so on immediately poured out on me. From her words, I understood that her husband had promised to come home with her today, but since he had overindulged, he decided to continue the fun and told his wife they wouldn't be going home. But her friend added fuel to the fire, and she and her husband had a serious fight.

She asked me to stop. I stopped. She got out of the car. As I understood, she felt sick. "Girl, what's wrong with you?"

She showed me the way, and I stopped near her entrance. She got out of the car and headed towards the door, and I watched her for a long time. But she didn't have the strength to leave without looking back. She stopped and looked me straight in the eyes. "Could you walk me to my apartment? I'm very afraid of the dark." And I couldn't refuse. We went up. I opened the door for her, entered the hallway, turned on the light, she followed me. "Well, that's it, girl, all the best." I was about to leave when her beautiful voice sounded behind me, "Excuse me, are you in a big hurry? Could you stay with me? I feel very lonely right now." I didn't have the conscience to leave her alone, so I stayed. She invited me to the kitchen and offered me a drink. I said tea would be fine if possible. She put the kettle on.

We got acquainted; her name was Yulia, she was 20 years old. We quickly found common ground; finally, Yulia cheered up. Her smile and beautiful eyes made me happy. "You have a very beautiful figure. Do you work out?" — judging by everything, she liked this question. "Yes, I take care of my figure," she answered me. I liked her very much. Thoughts of an intimate nature began to appear in my head. I thought about what kind of underwear she was wearing now, whether she shaved her pussy or not, how and in what positions her husband fucks her. And I couldn't help myself; I tried to think about something else, but I still thought about sex. As usually happens, my dick quickly reacted to this by putting me in an awkward position. And no matter how hard I tried to hide what was in my pants, Yulia still saw it, smiled, and looked into my eyes. I continued talking to her as if nothing was wrong. Then, unexpectedly, in the middle of our conversation, she asked, "Am I beautiful?" I answered that she was wonderful. And then we just started kissing; I don't remember how long we stood there just kissing.

I pushed her onto the floor, lay on top of her, and kissed her for a long time. I was very aroused. I picked her up in my arms and carried her to the bedroom. I laid her on the bed and took off her dress. She wasn't wearing a bra, but she had beautiful pink lace panties. Hairs peeked out from the edges of the panties. Through the lace of the panties, it was visible that her pussy was very hairy. Her beautiful breasts were adorned with dark brown nipples. I laid her on her back and began kissing her legs, greedily kneading her breasts, and squeezing her ass hard. She only gasped when I squeezed her lovely butt hard. I took off her panties and saw something. I don't remember how I ended up without clothes. This aroused me greatly. I kissed her while, finding her clitoris in those "thickets," I started playing with it. She periodically broke away from my lips and moaned longingly. "Just fuck me already," she said. I took out my dick and tried to enter her. Although there was a lot of wetness, I didn't manage to enter her right away. I slowly pressed with my dick, and my head disappeared into her vagina; she suddenly jerked and slipped off my dick.

— It's just that hairs got inside, and it hurt me." She spread her legs wide and spread her labia apart with two fingers; I lay on top of her and tried to enter her again. I slowly began to sink my dick into her. I entered about one-third, and she gasped, "Not so deep." Inside, she was very tight; it felt like my head was being torn apart. At first, I couldn't even move, but then, when her pussy got a little used to it, I started fucking her slowly. I kneaded her breasts and sucked her nipples, kissed her neck. Yulia moaned in rhythm with the movements of my dick. Her pussy had already stretched significantly, and I increased the pace. Sometimes my dick touched something inside her. Sometimes she liked it, but if I tried to go a little deeper, she would flinch sharply. By the expression on her face, I understood that it hurt her at the moment when I went a little deeper.

I lifted her legs up, bent at the knees, and told her to grab the base of my dick with her hands so it wouldn't go deeper and cause pain. I started fucking her quickly; her breasts began to shake. Sometimes, when I entered her particularly sharply, she would hit her head against the headboard. Yulia started moaning loudly and began pushing towards me very strongly. Suddenly, someone started knocking on the wall. I understood that it was the neighbors. I felt awkward that Yulka was moaning so loudly and tried to cover her mouth with my hand. After fucking her like that for 5 minutes, I felt she was about to cum; I immediately found her clitoris and pressed on it with my finger; with my other hand, I squeezed Yulka's ass hard. She tensed her stomach and lifted up. She started moaning loudly and writhing. And all this time, I tried to move inside her as fast as possible and rub her clitoris.

She came for about a minute. Then she suddenly went limp and removed my hand from her clitoris. I touched her clitoris again, but she said, "No more," and moved it away. I continued to fuck her, but she started squinting, and I understood it hurt her. I was far from orgasm, and pulling myself together, I pulled out of her. And lay down next to her. More than anything, I wanted to fuck her, but I endured and held myself back. She was silent, lying on her back with her legs spread, looking somewhere into emptiness. And I looked at her beautiful body. My dick was hard as a rock. Apologizing, I got up from the bed and went to the kitchen.

Taking a spoon from the table, I hit my dick hard, but it didn't go down. Then I opened the refrigerator, reached into the freezer, and got some ice. I applied a piece of ice to the head, and my dick suddenly went down. Returning to the bedroom, I felt awkward in front of Yulka; I gathered my clothes and got dressed. And knelt next to her beautiful body. I took her little hand and gently kissed it. Turning to me and looking into my eyes, she said, "Thank you." I don't know why, but at that moment, tears were rolling down her face; she was crying. She looked like a little girl. I asked her — "Why are you doing this? Am I unpleasant to you? Or did I hurt you?" I felt uneasy and sensed some guilt. But she just smiled and looked into my eyes, then hugged me and kissed me lovingly.

Author's e-mail: mаyzеr9@mаil.ru