From life
A man who left a mark on my life... I wrote that and paused. There were many of them. Some left scratches on my heart, others left scars on my soul. There are those I don't remember at all. From some, only faces or names remain in my memory. But there are also bright ones, the kind that made my heart stop, the kind that made my heart sing and cry. He appeared in my life completely by chance. Although I'm deceiving myself. There are no such coincidences!!! Life had unfolded in such a way that dissatisfaction with my husband pushed me towards affairs, towards searching for what he couldn't give. And it seemed nothing could surprise me anymore, teach me anything. Men didn't stay for long. For some reason, it was always
the most vivid first meeting, and then, with each date, everything became mundane, and the man's attitude changed, becoming like towards a wife. Sex was sometimes without foreplay, brief, just to get it over with... But I didn't get a lover for dullness... and then I would leave that man again and find the next one.When HE appeared, I thought everything would follow the pattern: a couple of beautiful, interesting, exciting and thrilling dates, and then we'd part as good friends. But from the very beginning, everything went wrong. We met at a friend's birthday party, he was with his wife, I was with my husband. My husband, as always, got drunk and simply passed out in the room. We were living in a dormitory then, in a small room. Closer to night, the guests started to leave, some stayed overnight, but there was nowhere for this couple to go. And I offered them to spend the night at our place, but we could only put them on the floor. My drunk husband took up the whole bed, and I spread out a large inflatable mattress on the floor, where the three of us lay down. I didn't feel like sleeping, we talked for a long time. I didn't notice when I fell asleep. I woke up from a wild desire, feeling a hot hand groping my breast through the thin fabric of my robe, and the other hurriedly pushing aside the hem, slipping under my panties. I didn't dare move... I was terribly afraid of waking up HIS wife and so I lay quietly, reveling in the male fingers between my lips, the hot breath on my neck and the light kisses on it.
And then suddenly HE slid down, lifted the blanket, and literally dove under there. After a few seconds, I felt a hot, wet, gentle tongue on my thigh, and fingers persistently spreading my legs, trying to reach my bud. I weakly resisted, afraid of waking up HIS sleeping wife next to me. And I was self-conscious, thinking I didn't smell very attractive. But HE continued his caresses and in the end, unable to bear it, I spread my legs, letting HIM in, figuring it was HIS problem now, that I had resisted enough. How skillfully HE did it!!! I drowned in pleasure and lust, desire overwhelmed me so much that I didn't care about HIS wife, about my husband. Clenching the edge of the blanket with my teeth so as not to give myself away with a sound, I writhed slightly under HIS tongue, dying of desire. And with my hands I authoritatively guided HIS head, now pressing it, now pushing it away again. And then when I was at the peak, and no longer thinking of anything, captured only by one passionate desire to come, HE pulled away from me, crawled out from under the blanket and calmly lay down next to me. Everything inside me was seething, trembling and demanding release!
And HE... the bastard!!! turned away, put his hand on his wife's thigh and closed his eyes. Pride in me fought with wild desire, and reason with recklessness. With difficulty, after some time, I finally fell asleep. In the morning, after drinking coffee, we parted with this couple as friends. For several days, an exciting itch in my lower abdomen wouldn't leave me alone. I kept remembering how HE had caressed me and was literally dripping with desire. My husband didn't spoil me like that, didn't know how, and didn't think it necessary. Other men also didn't do it often and were unskilled. And then my husband went on vacation and I, so as not to see his drunken face and not feel the constant smell of stale alcohol in bed, sent him to relatives in another city. And just as I breathed a sigh of relief, the phone rang. HE was calling me. Freezing, I listened to HIS greetings, and then HE suggested meeting, and unable to answer from excitement, I nodded my head. HIS voice became surprised... and I barely understood that HE was waiting for an answer. What a fool!!! It became funny... he can't see my nods over the phone.
I don't remember how long it lasted, but it was long and so pleasant that I lost control of myself. And then pleasure wave after wave began to wash over me, each wave came more and more frequently and strongly. I writhed under HIM, begging to let go of my hands, I only lacked one touch to my excited clitoris. But HE continued to fuck me at a steady pace, breathing heavily and hoarsely... and then... it washed over me... For the first time, I came vaginally. I don't remember my reaction, but I remember that for a while I was in such a high that I blacked out. When I came to, my hands were free, and HE was pouring onto my bare back with powerful thrusts. And then he carefully took off my dress so as not to stain it with semen and tossed it aside. Strong hands picked me up and He carried me to the bathroom. I stood on trembling legs, and HE smiling silently washed me. I was embarrassed and hid my eyes from HIM. HE took me by the chin and lifted it, looking into my eyes: "Girl, you are incredible!" HE said and kissed me. And then HE laid me out on the table, and I, no longer resisting, gave myself over to his hands.
For the first time, I learned what a real lay is! I had never come with men more than once before... and they didn't particularly try, taking my word for it that it was impossible. And HE didn't even listen to me... he caressed... so skillfully and artfully that I choked on another orgasm, no longer embarrassed and offering my bud to HIS lips and tongue myself.
Our meetings became regular. My girlfriends noticed that I had blossomed and become more beautiful, much more positive, calmer and more pleasant to talk to. Vaginally, I, however, never came again, but HE still brought me to orgasm several times per meeting. After a couple of meetings, HE asked me to give him a blowjob. I enthusiastically agreed. HIS cock was pleasant, hard, and the head was tender, soft and with a pleasant scent of man and light perfume. After my first movements, HE gently stopped me and began to guide my movements, the pressure, the depth of penetration. HE taught me, unobtrusively, gently, but persistently leading me to how it should be done to make it especially pleasant for a man. With each meeting, the cock penetrated deeper, I stopped coughing and gagging and really began to experience pleasure and arousal from the blowjob.