Polyandry

Two years ago, I graduated from university and, since there was no military department, I was no longer eligible for deferments and ended up in the army.

In the army, I met a guy, a fellow countryman from my region, and somehow we hit it off, despite the age difference and level of education.

Andryukha ended up in the army right after finishing school, deciding he would serve first, then study by correspondence and work. He was from a rural area and lived quite far from the regional center where I was from.

Although there were several other guys from our region in the unit, including from my city, for some reason it was Andryukha I really connected with.

The guy

he wasn't simple, I'd even say he was cunning, but we served in different platoons, though in the same company, so our communication wasn't complicated by platoon politics. Sometimes we went on leave together, we even went on a two-week vacation together, I went to my place, he went to his, we agreed to meet at the station when we were heading back. And we traveled back together too, discussing civilian life and what we did on leave.

Six months later, having served our time, we returned home. I got a job at a factory as a shift foreman. A normal job with a schedule of two days on, two days off, with decent pay.

Andryukha called me a couple of times and then disappeared from sight for a few months. A month ago he called, started complaining that there was no work, and if there was, they paid pennies.

I lived with my mother in a one-room apartment and she decided to move to the dacha. While I was in the army, she and her new boyfriend renovated the dacha, brought gas and water there, equipped everything properly, making a warm bathroom inside the house, installed a shower cabin with a toilet, gas heating and a water heater for hot water. They made cesspits for drainage and she had already gone to live there for a few days once. And now she was planning to move out completely, leaving me alone in the apartment, so she could live separately with her man and give me the opportunity to fully socialize with the opposite sex. I suspect she also bought and set up the house at the dacha at the expense of a previous boyfriend, with whom she even traveled abroad to vacation. She never brought anyone home, often didn't spend the night at home herself. But that's her personal life, she's a beautiful and unmarried woman, and my father, as is typical, is a long-distance sea captain, he sailed away once and hasn't been seen since, and I've never seen him.

My girlfriend was delighted by this turn of events, my mother's departure, we even celebrated the occasion with vigorous sex on the very first day after mother left for the dacha. And the next day Andryukha called and, damn it, I was moved to invite him to come stay with me. At my work, in another shift, a guy went on vacation and they were looking for someone to fill in temporarily. So I offered him a chance to earn some money, stay with me for now, and then look for a permanent job, rent a place and settle in the city.

He came the next day, I immediately took him to HR and the next day he started work.

I saw my girlfriend on my days off, and Andryukha worked the opposite shift, so when I was off, he was at work.

Nataha, my lady, wasn't very happy about my idea of Andryukha coming to stay with me, but I assured her it was for a month and then he'd move out. I wasn't too thrilled myself, my mother took her sofa and I made a bed for Andryukha on the floor, putting two mattresses side by side so it would be comfortable to sleep. Space became tight again, but as they say, you've taken the tug...

And about ten days later, I came home from work and was stunned. A girl was walking around the apartment in a robe, Andryukha wasn't there.

"Who are you?" I asked in surprise, looking the girl over from head to toe. Pretty, dyed blonde, about twenty, quite tall and slim. The robe was tied with a belt and the girl's good figure was very accentuated.

"I'm Valya," the girl said, batting her eyelashes.

"And what are you doing here?" —

"I came to stay with Andrey. Are you Edik?" —

"Yeah, I'm Edik, but Andrey didn't say anything about you to me. Where is he?" I asked.

"He went to the store, said you'd be coming soon and we'd celebrate the occasion. I mean, my arrival," she chirped with a smile, in a rather pleasant voice.

I sighed and went to change, then took a shower, and when I came out, Andryukha was already home, they were setting the table in the kitchen. He took me aside to the room, apologized, said it all happened suddenly, that he didn't expect it himself, basically making excuses.

"Damn, Edik, she'll stay a few days and then leave," he tried to convince me.

"Andryukh, this is rude. I invited you out of old friendship, and what have you started doing? Look for a permanent job, when you get your days off, get paid for this job, rent a room and live there with your chick. What's going on?" —

"Ed, that's the plan. Let her stay here for now, she'll clean, cook," he pleaded.

"Okay, a few days and that's it," I agreed with a sigh. "I have someone to clean and cook for me." —

"Thanks, buddy. Everything will be cool, I promise," said Andrey. "Let's go, let's get drunk for the occasion. I'll have a little drink too, I have work tomorrow." —

We sat, drank, Valya told a bit about herself, about life in the village. She's nineteen, studying by correspondence, like Andrey, there's no work in the village, but she has to pay for her studies and so on.

Then we went to sleep and I lay in the dark listening to them first whispering, then fucking like mice, rustling around, going to the bathroom and then quieting down. I lay there a bit longer and fell asleep.

I was woken by the doorbell. I was about to go open it, but Valya opened the door and I heard Nataha's voice.

"Who are you, what are you doing here?" and she walked into the room without taking off her shoes. "Edik, what, you've started calling whores for the night? You're such a jerk," she turned around and left, slamming the door loudly. I didn't even have time to say anything.

I started calling her, but Nataha didn't answer. I sent her a text, explaining everything as it was, and got back: "Tell that bullshit to your grandma. Don't call me again. Jerk." —

I went to the kitchen in just my underwear, deciding to talk to Valya myself, without Andrey. She was sitting in the kitchen in her robe, painting her toenails, with one leg up on a stool, sitting on a chair. The flaps of the robe were open, Valya wasn't wearing panties. A small strip of trimmed hair on her pubis and slightly dark labia, concealing the entrance to her vagina, came into my view. I stared at the sight, forgetting why I had come.

Valya looked at me, followed my gaze, lowered her head and quickly started closing the robe flaps, lowered her leg from the stool, squeezed her legs together.

"Was that your girlfriend?" she asked, breaking the awkward silence.

"Yes, it was," I sighed with displeasure.

"I didn't know. I opened the door and there she was. I had just gotten out of the shower. But I was in a robe. Why did she get so angry?" Valya shrugged, not understanding.

"She got angry seeing you here. She's not thrilled about Andrey living with me, and then you showed up." —

"Well, explain to her that I'm Andrey's girlfriend and that's it. What's the big deal?" Valya looked at me.

"Well, if it's normal in your village for your boyfriend to walk around in a robe in the morning when Andrey comes to visit you, then it's not the custom here," I smirked.

"You should have warned her, you didn't warn her, did you?" —

"Say, 'Sorry, honey, Andrey's girlfriend came for a couple of days and is staying with me'?" I looked at Valya in surprise. "The result would have been the same as now." —

"Why for a couple of days?" she was surprised. "I came for good. Andryusha is working, I'll find a job too, to pay for my studies and have money for food and clothes!" —

"And where are you planning to live?" I was also surprised.

"With you. Andrey said you don't mind," she looked at me, eyes wide.

"Listen, get your things together and go back to your village. Andryukha will be back tonight, I'll talk to him and most likely he'll follow you. I'll find someone to replace him, especially since I got him this job temporarily." —

"Temporarily? He told me he got a normal job with good pay. He invited me. How can I go back? I already told everyone I'm leaving for good. Now everyone will laugh. And I argued with my mother over this, that I'm going to live with a guy unmarried." She sighed, holding her head.

"Well, you'll make up with your mother then," I said.

"We had a big fight," she said quietly, looking at me. "What should I do now?" —

"You should have thought. Who you're living with and where you're going," I replied.

"You have an interesting criterion for selecting guys," I smirked.

"What can you do? The neighboring villages aren't any better, and try going there, they'll beat you up and shave your head." —

"Yeah, competition. But understand me too. I should have a personal life too and this is my apartment. I got Andryukha a job, wanted to help, explained to him he needs to find a permanent job, rent a place and do what he wants. And he invited you too, when he himself is here on shaky ground, both here and at work," I said.

"Want me to call some girlfriends and invite someone for you? Someone will come. You'll have a personal life," Valya looked at me.

"I have a girlfriend. Had, until this morning, when she saw you here, and my personal life with her suited me just fine." —

Valya sighed. "Well, Edik, let's think of something, okay?" she asked plaintively. "I can't go back. Can't Andrey be made permanent there?" —

"You're as simple as three kopecks. It's not easy to get hired by us. I persuaded the foreman of the other shift not to hire anyone, that I'd bring him a guy. You think there weren't more people wanting to get hired there, even temporarily? The pay is thirty grand, paid on time. And you're talking about permanent. I got in there through connections myself, my mother's boyfriend helped." —

"So you get thirty thousand too?" asked Valya. "That's a very good salary for us. Up until now it's been seven or eight thousand. And fifteen is the dream limit, and you're talking thirty thousand." —

"No, I work as a foreman, my salary is higher," I replied.

"You're quite a solid catch. Let me call and invite a girlfriend for you," Valya asked again.

"You're already enough," I sighed, thinking about Nataha.

"Well, I'm Andrey's girlfriend. That wouldn't be right," Valya looked at me.

I stared at her uncomprehendingly, wondering what she was talking about.

"Well, you said I alone am enough," she explained.

"I didn't mean that at all," I smirked. "I meant that Nataha saw you and freaked out, and that's enough." —

"Ahh," she sighed. "I thought you wanted to hook up with me too." —

"If you don't leave today, then we'll have to hook up," I said jokingly, already moving past the situation.

"And then we can live with you?" she asked quietly.

"Well... depends on how you hook up," I continued joking, not taking her words seriously, and went to the toilet, then went, took a shower, shaved and came back to the room. I covered the sofa with the bedspread, was about to get dressed.

Valya was lying on the floor in her robe, where their bed was. "Edik, what if I sleep with you too, you won't kick us out?" she asked quietly.

I froze in place at her words. Thoughts swarmed in my head, calculating options and possible consequences.

"Well, why are you silent, won't you kick us out then?" she asked quietly again.

"How do you imagine that?" I asked, sitting on the sofa.

"You work different shifts," she sighed.

"You'll be with him two days, with me two days?" I smirked.

"Uh-huh. I can't go back, and neither can he. He'll drink himself to death there and that's it." —

"So you're doing this for him, sort of?" I asked.

"For both of us. Just don't spill the beans, okay?" —

"But Andryukha is still working temporarily with us," I said.

"He'll find another job. I'll get a job too, I have to study. Just let us live with you, so we don't spend money on rent. At least for some time, and then, when we're better off financially, we'll rent a corner and move out from yours. Okay? I'll clean and cook, do laundry and iron, even when I start working. And you won't be deprived, as a man." —

I looked in her direction. Valya was lying with her head towards me, feet towards the window. A flat-screen TV was hanging on the wall in the corner, on but muted.

Valya was lying with her legs crossed, one hand on her head.

"Two days on, two days off, so... you'll live with us!" I said with a sigh.

"I can't go back," she said quietly.

And a wave of excitement washed over me, I wanted Valya so badly, right then. For her to start giving me a blowjob, and then for me to shove my cock between her dark labia and cum on the strip of hair on her pubis. And to hell with Andryukha, he brought this situation on himself.

"Take it in your mouth," I said in a hoarse voice.

Valya sat up, turned her head, looked at my underwear. My cock was tenting them, the head clearly outlined by the tight fabric.

"Lie on the sofa," I said quietly, stroking Valya's head.

She stood up, took off her robe and crawled past me on all fours, lay down on her back in the middle and turned her head towards the wall, lying there with her legs stretched out and spread, waiting for me.

Her labia were swollen and parted, showing a pink, lubricant-wet hole.

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