Family Vacation with Vazgen Part 3

After the ambulance left, Vazgen ran into the house and fell to his knees before me, saying:

"Forgive me, friend! I was very careless. If you want, I'll lie down and you can step on my dick — we'll endure this pain together. Honestly, I didn't mean any harm! I just felt so good, my legs went numb, and when I realized I was starting to cum on you, I jerked… But my legs wouldn't obey. That's how it happened. I got scared. We told the ambulance you hit yourself and passed out."

I sat there, not knowing what to do next. The only thing I wanted was to sleep. After taking painkillers, I fell into a deep sleep.

In the morning, I woke up and, surprisingly, felt good

— I was well-rested. But the pain in my groin reminded me of yesterday. I immediately started getting aroused, and the pain intensified. This can't go on, or things will get worse… I hope it heals quickly.

Getting up, I went to the kitchen. Sofya and Vazgen were already drinking coffee. Seeing me, Vazgen jumped up, offering me his seat. He started apologizing again:

"I'll go to the pharmacy, I'll buy everything you need! All expenses are on me. Just don't hold a grudge…"

He took his phone and left — probably to the pharmacy. Sofya looked at me with concern and remained silent. Apparently, she didn't know how to help in such a delicate situation.

"How are you, dear? I feel so sorry for you… It must have been very painful?"

"Yeah, it's okay, it'll heal. Did you enjoy last night? The oral?"

"Very much! You're an excellent man… I came like never before. But let's change the subject. The doctor said you shouldn't get aroused — it'll hurt."

"Yeah, let's. What are the plans for today?"

We decided to spend the day at the beach: sunbathe, relax. Lying there, I replayed yesterday in my head: Could Sofya really have done that in front of me? Or was it my imagination? The thoughts aroused me again, and along with them came the unbearable pain. To dull it, I brought some tincture with me — poured it into a thermos and drank it little by little.

By five in the evening, the tincture was gone, and I was tipsy. Sofya glanced at me but stayed silent — probably feeling sorry for me. And I had already bought several cans of beer from a local vendor. A bad idea to drink after the tincture…

After the second can, my legs stopped obeying, but my mind remained sober. Or so it seemed. We somehow made it home by taxi. Vazgen wasn't in the gazebo at home — he was sitting at the table, surrounded by bags of groceries and ready-made meat.

"My dears, I want to apologize for yesterday! I can't cook myself, so I bought everything from a restaurant. Sofya, help me set it out… Oh, Zhenya, are you drunk?"

"He's been drinking tincture all day — a whole thermos! And he got beer too…"

"Zhenya, you're something else… Sit down, eat something, drink some tea — you'll come to your senses."

Everyone bustled about: Sofya unpacked the groceries, Vazgen poured tea. I sat there with a silly smile. When we sat down at the table, Vazgen poured tincture for himself and Sofya. I drank strong tea, trying to sober up.

And then a plan formed in my drunken head: To test yesterday's suspicion. I went out for some air — seemed to be thinking clearly, standing steady. The thought of possible infidelity sobered me up completely.

I peeked through the window: Sofya and Vazgen were talking peacefully, nothing inappropriate. I even got upset… But I decided to play the drunk role to the end. They were also quite drunk by then.

Returning, I loudly demanded tincture. They poured it for me without argument. Then I asked:

"Why aren't you dancing? We have a tradition every evening!"

I was deliberately good-natured: called Vazgen "brother," even tried to kiss his cheek. He didn't need much convincing — the music started playing.

They weren't dancing as usual: Sofya pressed herself against his chest, closing her eyes. While Vazgen turned his back, I poured my shot into a flowerpot. During the whole dance, I "drank" about five shots that way. Then I pretended to fall asleep, dropping my head onto the table.

Sofya tried to bring me to my senses. I mumbled something incoherent and "passed out" again. Vazgen approached from behind:

"I'll carry him to the bedroom."

He picked me up in his arms, like a bride, and carried me. The door closed — probably Sofya went to take a shower.

I thought he would put me on his bed and start making advances on her. But Vazgen carefully laid me in my spot, covered me with a blanket. He waited for Sofya, turned off the light, and wished us good night.

The curtains on his bed were open — there was no more shyness between us. I shouldn't have started all this… Sofya wouldn't have cheated.

Suddenly, Vazgen addressed her:

"Sofya, do you know how to give a massage? Today I carried bags from the restaurant, and because of the wound, I had to thread all the straps along my arms and carry them bent over. My back muscles are really aching."

"Yes, of course, Vazgen. I'm not a professional, but I can try."

I heard Vazgen approach our sofa. Everything inside me tensed, my heart pounded, blood throbbed in my temples. I need to calm down, otherwise I won't understand what's happening.

With great effort, I managed to control my agitation and realized: he was lying down next to me, and Sofya sat beside him and started massaging his back. I was lying on my side, curled up, facing them — I could see everything perfectly. The main thing was not to move or make noise. Occasionally, I snored a little so they'd think I was fast asleep.

"Oh, that feels so good, my dear… You have such pleasant, gentle hands. I'll never forget how you caressed me yesterday…"

"Vazgen, enough! That was friendly help, and I was drunk and aroused. I'm so ashamed… Sorry…"

"What are you talking about! I was the one who was rough — I pushed your head toward me… Let's keep this between us. I won't tell anyone. Yeees… Just like that… A little lower… To the right…"

At some point, due to the monotony — Sofya giving the massage, Vazgen enjoying it — my eyes closed. I must have fallen asleep. It happens: you blink, and half the movie is over.

Through my sleep, I heard Vazgen:

"Now I'll turn him onto his other side — he won't see anything."

"What if he wakes up?.. I don't want to deceive him, this is already cheating…"

"Sofochka, my dear… Of course, you're right. Ah, what a pity… Maybe you could just masturbate me? He allowed you to… It's like a massage… Please, it's so hard for me without it."

"Well, I don't know… Okay, but if he wakes up — throw the blanket over and turn onto your stomach, as if I'm giving a massage."

"Of course, my good girl, of course! Whatever you say…"

Vazgen turned me onto my other side, slipped a pillow under my back — now I couldn't see anything, only hear. My wife approached, shook my shoulder, called my name loudly. I pretended to be in the deepest sleep.

Vazgen lay on his back, pulled down his underwear. Sofya, judging by the sofa's creak, settled between his legs.

"Yeees… Good girl, my… O-o-oh, so good… Yeees… Clever girl…"

"Did your wife ever masturbate you?"

"Nooo… She preferred other things… Yeees… My clever girl… Faster… Like that…"

I lay there and felt the slight tremors of masturbation passing through the bed. I lay there and imagined my Sofya holding Vazgen's large dick in her small hand, how she looked at it.

"Mmmph ha, Vazgen, I asked you, why are you upsetting me?"

I heard Sofya's voice; probably Vazgen decided to be persistent and managed to push his dick into my wife's mouth.

"Sorry, dear, I can't help myself, my hand just rested on your head. Sorry, please continue, I just can't cum from masturbation, maybe you could kiss it a little?"

"Well, Vazgen… okay, I'll touch it a little, just don't push…"

At first, there were soft kissing sounds; she was probably just kissing his dick. Then the sounds changed from smacking to sucking. Sofya got aroused and couldn't be stopped anymore.

"Schlop, schlop, schlop…mmmphm…schlop…..mmphm.."

"Yes.. aah .. good girl… that's ..riii.ight. .."

I lay there and understood that Sofya was giving our friend a blowjob. This strongly aroused me, and I suppressed the pain in my groin. I tried to think of something else, but how can you distract yourself in such a situation.

"Yeees….aaaah.ah"

"Mmmph ha, you have so much semen, Vazgen."

"Good, my Sofochka… it's all yours… every last drop.."

Then I heard that Sofya decided to get the last drops of semen from Vazgen's dick. The final loud smack indicated she had finished everything.

"Well, that's it. Massage is over. I hope you remembered your wife again."

"Yes, my good girl, thank you. This is very important to me. I really appreciate your help."

Author @cuckoldpornstory