Adultery.
You cheated on your husband timidly,
Taking another man's member inside.
But when I came inside your body,
I didn't give a damn who your soul was with.
Indian summer. Caressing sun rays, fine days, falling leaves, and spiderwebs floating in the air. The golden autumn season. A few soon-to-be graduates of the nautical school, emboldened by impunity, were sipping beer in the city park. Opposite them, a young couple with a stroller stood a little distance away, talking to a woman who had stopped them.
– Who?
– A boy.
– How old?
– Three months.
– Well done! You gave birth to such a strong boy!
– Gave birth? — the young mother laughed,
shot a glance at one of the cadets, – I suffered through childbirth and… the child is mine!The beer bottle slipped from my hands and shattered, hitting the pavement tiles…
***
This happened a year ago.
– May I have this dance? — a pretty girl approached after the announcement of a "ladies' choice" dance.
– Sorry, I don't dance.
– You have a good memory!
– And the league has changed.
– Okay, forgive me.
I took her hand.
– Alright, let bygones be bygones…
I saw her in my first year: beautiful, slender, sexy. There was always someone buzzing around her, but we exchanged glances a few times. One day, unable to resist, I approached.
– Shall we dance.
– Sorry, I don't dance. We're in different leagues, my young friend.
– Forgive me, — seeing her mocking look, I wished the ground would swallow me up.
Two years passed.
– Yura, will you walk me home?
– You know my name?
– Of course, I've been watching you.
– While others were groping you?
– Ugh, you brute!
– Okay, I'll walk you.
– Thank you.
After the dance, taking my arm, she led me through the evening city.
– Wait, — freeing my arm, I put it around her waist. She didn't even try to pull away. That's how we reached her house.
– Shall we go into the entrance?
– Sweetheart, I've already forgotten when I last made out in stairwells…
– Jerk! — she lightly slapped my cheek, hung on my neck, and whispered in my ear, – I'll let you unclasp my bra…
Hot lips, bare breasts, all this had happened many times before. When the front door slammed upstairs and someone ran down the stairs, she barely had time to cover up. A young woman in slippers ran down. Suddenly stopping, seeing us, she said:
– Got a cigarette?
Taking the whole pack I offered, she fluttered out onto the street. The noticeably sagging breasts of my friend didn't even impress her. Remember Sholokhov: I've seen plenty of that stuff.
– Alright, goodbye, — I muttered.
Thinking I was scared off by the unexpected encounter with the neighbor, she said ambiguously:
– See you. Invite me on a date, I'll come without a bra…
Putting my arm around her waist, I pulled her close.
– Invite me home, I'll come with a gift from the pharmacy.
– Cheeky! – she pressed a passionate kiss to my lips. – I'll think about it…
I left the entrance. The young woman was sitting on a bench, staring unblinkingly into the night darkness. The pack of cigarettes lay beside her. Silently, I placed a lighter on the pack. She looked up at me, then at the pack, silently took a cigarette, lit it, and took a drag. Immediately started coughing.
– Why are all men bastards?!
– That's a philosophical question and not directed at the right person, — I took a cigarette, lit it, and put the pack back.
– Good night.
I took a few steps into the darkness.
– Wait, want some tea?
– That bad?
– Very.
– Let's go.
We went up to the apartment; loud snoring came from the living room.
– Who's there?
– My husband.
– Drunk?
– Dead drunk.
– Happens.
We went to the kitchen. Sitting at the table, she fell into thought, staring motionlessly out the window. I poured tea, put the cookies I found on the shelf on the table, and sat opposite her.
– Will you have a drink?
– No, I still have to go back to the school…
– But I will!
Taking out a bottle, she poured half a cup and drank it like water.
– My name is Rita.
– Yura. Tell me…
Married a couple of years, no kids yet, lately he's been coming home late. Today he came home drunk, was rude. While undressing him, she found a hickey on his neck and perfume smell on his shirt. All men are pigs! And she still wants love, but not from her husband, he drives her crazy. Because sex is always on his initiative. Her desires are simply ignored. Like with a prostitute, he does his business in 3 minutes without kisses, hugs, sweet words, and then sleeps. She hates herself for it, even though she's like everyone else, and she can prove it to me. Grabbing me, she pulled me into the bedroom. Actually, I hadn't set such global goals for myself, but when she undressed in front of me, I thought, why not, if the woman wants? Telling her how sexy she was, I laid her down on the bed. I started kissing her pliant lips, feeling her passionate response. Touching her breasts, I felt her nipples enlarge and harden. I started licking and sucking them, gently caressing the triangle of her pubic hair with my hand. Leaning back, she stroked my hair with her hand. Slowly descending to her sex, I continued kissing her body, tenderly running my fingertips over it and feeling it tremble from my touch. Lightly running my palm over her swelling labia, I parted them and carefully touched her clitoris with my tongue. Responding with a moan to the touch, wet with excitement, she exhaled:
– Take me.
Teasing her with kisses, I began gently playing with her clitoris with my tongue. Slightly moaning and grabbing my head with her hands, she began to guide my movements. Suddenly pushing me away, involuntarily squeezing her thighs, convulsively jerking a few times, she went limp. Love juice seeped from her open opening…
It was time to introduce her to my cock. I was about to guide it into her lustful female opening when unexpectedly she flipped me onto the bed.
– I always wanted it to be me, not me being taken, — she said, slowly sitting astride my cock. Her opened sex, like a boa constrictor with a rabbit, swallowed it. Wiggling on the cock, getting comfortable, she started fucking me.
– God, it… it's hitting my cervix!
Settling more comfortably, I gave her the right to drive my piston in her cylinder herself. When it swelled to an explosive state, I warned her I was about to blow.
– Maybe at least you'll give me a child, — she suggested, not letting it out of her. Coming first, I continued to impale her, trying to bring her to orgasm. For which I was soon rewarded. How she thrashed on my cock! Having experienced the sweetness of orgasm, she fell next to me, exhausted.
– Fuck me like a whore, doggy style, — she asked, catching her breath a little. I realized the evening would be long…
A couple of hours later, having inseminated this "victim of male infidelity" three times, I calmly fell asleep in the barracks, to the songs of Vlad Nezhny. We sometimes turned on the tape recorder before bed if there was nothing on TV. A hoarse voice sang a reworked version of "The Command of Our Youth":
Now you, bitch, are of no use to me,
You, bitch, are a married wife,
All women are bitches, just like you,
And your fidelity is just for show…
P.S. I broke up with the new girlfriend literally the next day. She spent all the dances next to me, as if advertising that she was my girlfriend. When after the dances we approached her entrance, without even inviting me, she grabbed my hand and pulled me into the dark entranceway. Baring her breasts, she started kissing me passionately. Suddenly pulling away, she looked sternly into my eyes.
– You know, I thought about your proposal, — she began seriously, – remember, I will give my virginity only to my husband! Only to him!
Suddenly smiling, pressing against me and kissing my lips, she whispered conciliatorily:
– But, if you're really desperate, you can use the other hole, you don't need protection there…
– You know, sweetheart, — taking her by the shoulders, pushing her away, I grinned unpleasantly in response, – it seems you haven't been a virgin THERE! for a long time. But I'm not… — and, cursing foully, I turned around and walked back to the school…
A week later at the dance, she was with someone else…
S.Y.