One husband is good, but two are even better.
A HUSBAND IS GOOD, BUT TWO ARE BETTER
Part 1.
Before his business trip to Finland, my husband took me to a prestigious countryside resort so I could relax. I wasn't upset with him for not taking me along. Firstly, I had been to Suomi several times, and secondly, I really wanted to be alone with nature, to escape the city bustle, read, and daydream.
The resort was located in a pine forest, through which a small river flowed, and the weather allowed for walks in the woods—it was early, dry autumn.
Everything was top-notch: the luxury suite, the food, the bar in the lobby, the pool, and the fitness room.
The staff didn't intrude with their presence, and there weren't many guests either: the resort wasn't cheap.I was 25, and some men paid me attention, but with my unapproachable demeanor, I brushed off all suitors.
My husband Vitaly and I lived wonderfully in every respect. Our financial situation was quite comfortable, and in bed, Vitaly satisfied me completely; there were no taboos for us. We didn't have children yet, having decided to postpone their arrival for a couple of years.
And so the vacation began. I visited the pool twice a day, sometimes the sauna, and between lunch and dinner, I walked in the forest. In the evenings, I voraciously read books I had downloaded to my computer. In the dining room, I sat at a table with an elderly couple and a young guy around twenty to twenty-two years old. We met in the forest a few times and sometimes strolled together.
Alik, as the guy was called, clearly wanted to become my beau. He was taller than average, with chestnut hair and hazel eyes. A quite handsome young man with an athletic build. But I tried to keep him at a certain distance.
In the evening, a drizzle started, forcing me to skip the walk. I went down to the fitness room to stretch and then swim a hundred meters in the pool. The attendant at the entrance warned me she would close in an hour. I replied that I wouldn't be long and would make it.
In the room, besides two middle-aged men and Alik, there was no one. Alik was wearing tight red athletic shorts, and I couldn't help but admire his figure. He waved at me in a friendly manner. I stepped onto the treadmill of the exercise machine, shed my terry robe (under which I wore a modest swimsuit), and started a fast-walking program. After a while, I wanted to change the mode, but the machine was stubborn and wouldn't switch. The men had already left the room by then, so I had to call Alik for help.
He smelled of male sweat, but not the unpleasant odor of a man who'd worked all day unloading a freight car—it was subtler and, I'd even say, pleasant. I immediately remembered my husband when he came home from work and we showered together. A pleasant languor filled my lower abdomen, and I felt my nipples harden. What nonsense, I thought. Just three days without sex and I'm already getting soft. I tried to push away the naughty thoughts.
Then we went to the pool, where there was no one left.
"Yulia, would you mind if I swim naked?" Alik asked me. I didn't know how to respond, as the question stunned me. "Thank you," he said, quickly pulled down his shorts, and his tanned butt disappeared into the water.
I didn't know what to do. Jump in and swim with a naked guy or leave the pool?
"What do you think you're doing, Alik?" I lashed out at him. "What if someone comes in? What will they think?"
"I'm sorry if I shocked you," he said in his defense. "First, no one will come in now: that Cerberus at the door won't let anyone else in. And second, I'm a nudist and don't like swimming in textiles. Again, I'm sorry, please."
"Well, I figured you were a nudist from your tanned butt," I said, then immediately bit my tongue. By saying that, I was outright admitting I'd been watching him.
"Yeah, spent a month in Tunisia under the sun," he boasted. "And I visit such beaches here too."
I suddenly remembered that Vitaly had also flown to Africa for a week on company business, but I couldn't recall the name of the country he'd been to. And his butt had been tanned too; he'd said he sunbathed naked in his free time. Just a coincidence, I thought.
Alik climbed onto the ladder, and I saw his naked body from behind again. He put on his shorts and turned to help me out of the pool. I noticed the bulge in his shorts had grown somewhat larger.
After dinner, we took a short walk along the central path; the rain had stopped by then, and it was fresh outside. We returned to the lobby and sat at a table. Pleasant music was playing softly. A waiter approached, and Alik ordered a dry martini for me and a light cocktail for himself. After taking a sip, Alik invited me to dance. I could feel the people in the lobby watching us.
We spent the whole evening together. We drank a little, danced, and had casual conversations. Alik told me he had graduated from university a year ago and was working as a lawyer at his father's firm.
By ten p.m., the music stopped and the bar closed. The guests began dispersing to their rooms. We decided to take another walk and have a cigarette.
Exiting the elevator—we lived on the same floor—Alik suggested going to his room for a nightcap. Apparently, he had already gained some power over me, still invisible and intangible to me, and feeling no internal moral prohibition, I accepted the invitation and went with him to his room. The corridor was empty, but I noted that purely mechanically.
Alik took cognac from the minibar, poured it into glasses, and we drank, snacking on chocolate. For a while, I still controlled myself, but then I drifted into a haze of rosy light. It felt pleasant when he kissed my neck and the cleavage of my blouse. I came to my senses when he carried me into the bedroom in his arms and gently laid me on the bed.
His long, gentle fingers deftly unbuttoned my blouse, and I lifted myself so he could take it off. Then he unzipped and pulled off my skirt, leaving me in my underwear—excellent quality, by the way—and a garter belt with stockings. A minute later, Alik took off his clothes, leaving only tight briefs, and lay down beside me, caressing my body and covering it with kisses.
In three years of marriage, I had never cheated on my husband. And now, some kind of spell. I kept waiting
for the right moment to stop it all—"We've fooled around enough, Alik, that's it"—but I did nothing myself to end it. On the contrary, I liked what was happening to me, even though I remained passive and didn't respond to his caresses. But the fact that a young guy wanted to possess me excited me. I felt heat in my lower abdomen and moisture between my legs.
Oh, to hell with propriety and morality! A woman should have some secret in her life. I cast aside modesty and began responding to Alik's kisses and caresses. His left knee pressed between my legs, and through the thin fabric of his briefs, I felt the hardness of his hot member. He took off my bra and pulled down my panties, leaving only the garter belt and stockings on me. And I pulled down the waistband of his briefs, allowing his rod to gain freedom. Alik stood up, took off his briefs, and positioned his face between my legs. I felt his tongue caressing my vulva, trying to penetrate as deeply as possible. Then his tongue began to tease the pearl of my clitoris, putting me on cloud nine. I noted to myself that Alik was quite an experienced lover...
After achieving a clitoral orgasm, I let Alik know I wanted him inside me. He did it exceptionally gently and carefully, and I felt the substantial weight of his organ: surely no less than 18 centimeters, and I noted he was not inferior to my Vitaly.
During our intimacy, we changed several positions. Alik proved to be quite an original inventor. I was surprised by his stamina: for the roughly thirty minutes our coitus lasted, there wasn't even a hint that he wanted to finish. I, however, was overwhelmed by orgasm at least three times, maybe more.
Finally, he laid me on my back again, and after a few minutes of his piston moving inside me, we came simultaneously: he for the first time, and I had already lost count. He ejaculated his seed directly into me, which frightened me, as he hadn't used a condom. I hadn't even thought about it.
God, all I needed was to get pregnant on the first try! I jumped out of bed and rushed to the bathroom, where I washed myself thoroughly for quite a while using the flexible shower hose.
Coming out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, I found Alik sitting naked on the sofa in front of a glass of cognac, smoking. He stubbed out his cigarette, stood up, and kissed me.
"Thank you," he whispered. "I felt very good with you."
"Is that all you can say?" I asked.
"Well, it's too early to talk about love, but it seems to be heading that way, I think."
"Don't forget, I'm married."
"I remember that, unfortunately."
"You're some kind of demon-tempter: in three years of marriage, this is the first time I've cheated on my husband."
"That only speaks in his favor. But maybe you just didn't have the opportunity before?"
"Don't talk nonsense, Alik. Or we'll quarrel." I sat on the sofa and could now fully observe my newfound lover.
He really was devilishly charming. A great figure, slender with long legs and neat pedicure. His body was hairless, even where hair usually grows, everything was shaved. His organ, with the glans exposed, was at rest but impressive, and his large testicles were drawn up to the root in a tight scrotal sac.
He handed me a glass of cognac, telling me to fortify myself. I took a couple of sips, and Alik, lighting a cigarette, placed it between my fingers.
After finishing the cigarette, I said it was time to gather my things and go to my room. Alik gently objected.
"Well, why go somewhere in the middle of the night? Please, stay. Was it bad with me?" That's just it, I thought, it was good with you. "And we'll go to breakfast together, if we don't oversleep, of course," he smiled. And he persuaded me.
"Alik, do you like blowjobs?" I asked him.
"Of course. Why do you ask?" I didn't answer but propped myself up on an elbow, took his glans into my mouth, and began orally caressing his organ. Alik closed his eyes and purred like a cat being scratched behind the ear.
That night, he had me three more times. It was fantastic. We only fell asleep near dawn. But we weren't late for breakfast. I dashed to my room, showered, changed, and flew out to meet Alik looking so fresh and rested, as if I had slept the whole night like a righteous woman.
BERLI.