Service for a friend

I am reproducing a real situation that amused us and which our women's council deemed permissible and beneficial for the family's health. The literary editing of the situation, reproduced in detail, belongs to my journalist friend.

The situation happened six months ago. Natalya, my good acquaintance, a married woman, was getting ready to go to the seaside for a summer vacation. She bought a 10-day resort package, bought outfits, swimsuits, and sent the children to their grandmother's in the countryside. Before leaving, she invited her girlfriends to a sauna for a farewell gathering. A warm company gathered, we steamed, started doing spa treatments, masks, and discussing the upcoming vacation. Natalya

immediately told us about her plans for the vacation. To definitely find a guy for company, swim a lot, go to bars, relax and unwind. We all laughed in unison, "And what about your dear Sergei? The man will starve while you're wagging your tail and swimming with dolphins!" We laughed, then she turns to Marina—"Will you drop by to feed my guy, keep an eye out so he doesn't bring home some young thing?" Then everyone started urging Marina, a married, cheerful blonde, to agree. Marina laughed—"It's not like I mind, it won't diminish me, and really, he might drag some trash into the house." We drank to the upcoming vacation, gave advice and promises to look after the husband. Natalya returned home, made a festive dinner, sat with her husband, then he wished her a good rest, "sang a lullaby in the traditional position," and they fell asleep. In the morning, she casually mentioned to him that Marina would drop by mid-week with "dessert" to water the flowers and feed him, asking if he was okay with it? The husband almost jumped for joy, assured her that of course she should come, he would feed her and offer wine. Natalya said Marina would call ahead before coming. Early in the morning, she left for the seaside, and Sergei ran to the store that same day to buy wine and fruit for the upcoming visit. Marina called four days later at lunchtime, said she could come by at 4 PM. Sergei got off work early, rushed home, took a shower, turned on lyrical music, and started setting the table for the guest—wine, fruit, candy. Marina arrived in a tight, short denim skirt and a semi-transparent blouse.

Sergei gallantly escorted the guest to the bathroom, showed her the watering can for the flowers, offered his help. Marina, specifically to tease him, asked him to carry the watering can. Then, with a model's walk and cat-like grace, she started watering the flowers, bending and leaning as low as possible. Sergei followed her movements with a burning gaze. After finishing watering the flowers, Marina demonstratively sat on the sofa and with a smile asked to serve the lady some coffee. Sergei was only waiting for this, almost ran to the kitchen and soon wheeled out a beautifully set table. "Coffee is served, milady!" Then, sitting down next to her on the sofa, he started uncorking the wine, pouring it into glasses, arranging the fruit. — "A first toast to the savior of the flowers!!!" — He gallantly stood up, clinked glasses, and they drank with pleasure. — "Wow, strong wine, goes to your head right away," Marina remarked after drinking. Sergei immediately poured a second glass, stood up. — "To the savior of lonely husbands!!" — Marina laughed, parried—"I haven't saved anyone yet..." she squinted slyly—"Do I need to?..." Sergei drank and started chattering. — "Of course you need to, just look how skinny and unkempt I've become, I can't sleep from hunger, thoughts are tormenting me!" They laughed and Marina sympathized—"Poor thing," — and stroked his cheek. Sergei immediately caught her hand, kissed her palm, and purred—"Savior, nourisher." While doing this, he continued laughing and kissing her hand, moving higher and higher. Marina laughed heartily, not hindering the display of affection. Sergei reached her shoulder, paused, and poured more wine into the glasses. — "To the flowers, thanks to which I have the happiness of seeing in my home a woman I have long loved!!!" — They drank. Marina said in a languid voice, putting her hand to her forehead, "I feel a bit dizzy, I think I'm getting drunk and losing control... maybe from your wine, or maybe from the intoxicating kisses?" — Sergei instantly reacted, started kissing her neck, her cheek, and finally her lips, with a long kiss. Marina didn't immediately respond to his kiss, slightly tilting her head back. During the kiss, Sergei started stroking her breasts, stomach, thighs.

Marina did not hinder his caresses. Getting on his knees, Sergei started kissing and unbuttoning her blouse, continuing to kiss her breasts in a beautiful bra. Then he moved to her stomach, started going lower. Kissing her mound through the skirt, Sergei stroked her legs, thighs with both hands, slowly lifting the skirt higher and higher. When the lacy panties appeared, he started kissing her thighs alternately and finally reached her pubic area. Continuing the kisses, he slowly started removing her panties, kissing the emerging dark curly hair, the slightly protruding labia. Marina started moaning softly and stroking Sergei's head, then spread her legs and let his head and tongue deep inside. Sergei, moving his tongue in different directions, didn't stop stroking her thighs, stomach. Marina got aroused and started moving her hips slightly in rhythm with the movements of his head, not shy about moaning loudly. The caresses had already been going on for a long time, she felt she might climax soon. Sergei interrupted the kisses and caresses, quickly took off his pants and underwear, freed his long-standing, tense organ, and, lifting her legs onto his shoulders, kneeling, with a groan, plunged it into the intoxicating, juice-flowing vagina. After 5 minutes, from the start of accelerating, intense movements, Sergei groaned, trembled all over, froze, and suddenly went limp. Marina waited for Sergei to withdraw from her, to smooth over the awkwardness arising from the too-short sexual contact, and said encouragingly — "How starved and overexcited you were from the long abstinence!!! I'm going to the bathroom to freshen up, it's time to go home, back to the family, to feed my own." Closing herself in the bathroom and standing under the stream of water, she smiled and tried to imagine a similar situation with her own husband and Sergei's wife, estimating how long her own spouse might have lasted in terms of contact duration.

Coming to the conclusion that probably about the same—she chuckled quietly, pleased with herself and the fulfilled mission. Wrapped in a towel, she came out into the hall, — "While you get yourself in order, I'll rest a bit." The embarrassed Sergei sidled out to the bathroom, the sound of running water was heard for a long time. Sergei, in a towel, returned to the hall, and in a cheerful voice offered a drink. Marina had managed to get dressed in that time and was sitting sipping wine with a smile. Sergei poured into his glass and made a toast—"To you, to your kindness and affection!" — Marina continued with a smile—"And to you, a seductive man who managed to seduce a married woman, intoxicate her with your sweet words and gallant courtship... For the first time in my life, I got carried away and lost my head... Thank you, Serezhenka, for the pleasure you gave!" — They drank some more, had some fruit, and Marina went to get ready. Giving a farewell kiss, she left the apartment and walked slowly down the street, smiling about the adventure she had experienced. Then she dialed the mobile number of Sergei's wife. Hearing her friend's cheerful voice, she asked, — "So, found a dolphin?" — Natalya answered with a laugh—"Of course, a captain, we practice the 'lie down' command every day" — "Well done! I never doubted you!" — Marina approved. — "And I kept my promise, fed your Sergei dessert." — "Yes, tell me," — Natalya chattered impatiently. Marina recounted the meeting with Sergei in detail, lamenting that with other men's wives, guys don't last long. They both laughed. Natalya remarked with a laugh, — "And me, the piglet, doesn't caress my perineum. Oh well, I'll have some fun with this later. Thanks, friend, you didn't let me down and didn't abandon my Serge in trouble. At least now I'm calm that he won't bring any outsiders. I'll be back soon—see you then. I have a gift for you!!!" — After the conversation with Natalya, she hurried home in a good mood, thinking about what tasty thing to cook for her husband and children.