And also a family melodrama.
Everything in life and on screen or in books happens completely differently. On screen, everything is much nobler and brighter, evil is always punished, justice prevails, the murderer or criminal is definitely punished... But in life, it's much simpler, though sometimes more interesting, especially since I myself was a witness and even a participant in one melodrama. And being a protagonist is much more interesting! I'll tell it in order.
Angelina Pavlovna lived in the next entrance and, despite her age, looked simply wonderful. Well, and her daughter Oksana, naturally, looked magnificent in the light of her youthful charm, you just wanted to
admire her constantly. And, strangely enough, such bright beauties often don't always have luck in family life or in finding their family happiness.Oksana looked the same age as her mommy, especially since she was only 28, or already twenty-eight, it depends on how you look at it. More likely already — she's not officially married, she's been living in a civil union for about a year with a man from her own firm "Kyivhorstroy." And that "eagle" is clearly a gigolo, sometimes he works, sometimes he doesn't, sometimes he takes unpaid leave, sometimes he goes to a sanatorium, and as Oksana once complained to my wife, he never has any money, saying he lent it to someone, or he'll come up with something else. And they live in a one-room apartment, which Oksana's father cleverly secured for her at his office shortly before he was felled by a heart attack. And Angelina Nikolaevna now lives alone in her three-room apartment and is clearly "bored." And family life and a constant man and, accordingly, constant sex — are the key to a woman's health.
And so, on one beautiful sunny day, the events of our melodrama began. I finally got my three days off and, naturally, my wife immediately gave me a task — to go to the market in our "swallow," as she calls our "Lanos." I'm inflating the car tires and here Angelina glides over, allowing me to admire her legs from below — her skirt was the shortest today. And with a request — to help buy and bring home fruit — to prepare jam for the winter. I'll also fulfill my wife's order.
I drove her right to the stall of one Azerbaijani, his fruit is excellent and prices are moderate. Hussein, as he introduced himself, a very nice and charming Caucasian, spoke almost without an accent — the third generation of their family already lives here. He's about fifty, but looks great, goes to the sauna and gym every Saturday — clearly trying to stay young, especially since he's still a bachelor. We bought fruit according to my wife's list and Angelina's requests, loaded everything into the car, and then Hussein started insisting on coming with us and helping to carry everything into the apartment of "this unearthly beauty Angelina, the peach of my joy and the sun of my gaze." Eastern people know how to talk like that, especially toasts...
Well, and I, completely jokingly, to get him off my back, blurted out this:
— Hussein, dear, first marry the beauty Angelina, and then she'll let you into the house. You know the expression "My home is my castle." And to take this castle — take the lady to the registry office. Those are the rules, dear! In general, think about it, and then decide!
And since I brushed off Hussein, I had to carry everything into Angelina's apartment. And when she started thanking me, somehow our goodbye kisses imperceptibly became hotter and hotter, and we came to our senses on the bed, both half-undressed. Even though she's 18 years older than me, it seems — in bed she could give younger girls a run for their money. That's for sure! We cooled down a bit, and then she suggested having lunch, and then we had a second "round." She allowed me to finish inside her, saying she can't get pregnant anymore, so why deprive ourselves of pleasure. So at home I dozed off and soundly, my wife, coming home from work, just laughed — carried a couple of bags and already tired, what kind of men have we got nowadays. Yes, exactly, a couple, but not of bags, but as Angelina joked — "a couple of sticks turned out." And she was very pleased!
I joked around, telling my wife about Hussein and told her my joke, and then hello! — a doorbell. And on the doorstep is Hussein, speak of the devil! And with him his son, tall, somewhat plump, like his dad, but a guy with an athletic build closer to thirty. But Eastern men often look younger, especially since Eldar didn't wear a mustache, shaved it in the army and doesn't want to grow it back. And here's the situation, as they say now — you have to answer for your words — Hussein is planning to propose to Angelina, as I said, and asks us to help — to become matchmakers. Well, my wife, as one of the freelance employees of the Order of the Mousetrap (mousetraps for men), of course agreed.
She called Angelina and we go. Angelina managed to put herself together in a couple of minutes and looked stunning — eyes shining, chest thrust out, skirt revealing her legs very, very much — Hussein even clicked his tongue, and Eldar too. Possibly our sex played a role here! She was immediately a bit shocked by this proposal, but unexpectedly sharply agreed and my wife supported her fully! Saying, she's been alone for so many years, and she's still a classy woman and can make her husband happy!
We sat down together for a little drink, since it's such an occasion, and then a doorbell — Oksana arrived. She even "fell into a precipitate," as she said. It turned out, as she confessed to me and my wife in the kitchen, she came with a proposal to her mommy — to swap apartments. Angelina herself had offered — if you're expecting a child, then she'll give her three-room apartment to the newlyweds, but only after the wedding. Angelina wanted grandchildren, saying Oksana is already a week late, and here's the news — mommy herself is getting married. And asks Oksana for her wedding dress, which she bought, but the wedding never happened. And mom will need it! Okay, the engagement party ended, the guests left, everything was postponed until tomorrow, and I went with Oksana to her home — to give her a ride and pick up the dress.
I waited for our beauty at the entrance, and she ran out with a bag and all in tears. It turned out that her cunning cohabitant, having learned that mom's three-room apartment is not in the cards for them, is now leaving her. So my wife is right — he's definitely a gigolo, and also clearly a marriage swindler. So it's good that now it's "goodbye my love." But these women often live only on emotions - "what do I do now?" Oksana, I ask, why do you need someone like him? He's a lazybones, a gigolo, and a traitor! Didn't bring a penny to the family, wanted to pull some trick with mom's apartment. Good thing you didn't manage to register him in the one-room apartment, or you'd be on the street. Okay, we took the dress to Angelina, the women cried, drank a couple of shots at my suggestion to relieve stress, and I drove Oksana back. And then she started sobbing in the car again, enveloping me in the aroma of wonderful fumes — I adore drunk women. I dragged her into the apartment, and she hung on me and started kissing me, hugging me tightly. I had to, as a real man, caress and "calm" the girl! Otherwise, it's a big offense!
My wife was on a "break," so I got very aroused and soon I was lying between her beautiful legs and working hard — Oksana is clearly "tastier" than her mom. And how sweet and firm she is, what a great chest she has! Thrashing in the bliss of orgasm, she started vigorously thrusting back and moaning sweetly — her cohabitant clearly didn't fully perform his "official duties." Then we drank coffee, I started kissing her goodbye, Oksana resisted a little, and then she herself dragged me into the bedroom — the girl was clearly "hungry." And me too! Here I slid down, gently working her clitoral button with my tongue, and soon Oksana cried out loud — she's coming! And she had never experienced such pleasure before.
And with what pleasure I came inside her — Oksana is already pregnant! And here, after my long thrusts, she was hit by another orgasm! The girl was in complete delight, but suddenly wailed — she didn't have a delay, she wanted to tell her mom that on her gigolo's instigation, and here we relaxed a bit. But I calmed her down — everything's under control! There's an option! And wiping the beauty's tears, I went home. Need to think of something!
And a couple of days later, bad news — Angelina's back hurt badly, she was even hospitalized. It turned out, Hussein, overjoyed after the engagement, didn't get off her all night, so the lady had a recurrence of her old osteochondrosis, somewhat treated, but here it is in all its glory. The doctors strongly insist on an operation, such are done in Berlin and Moscow, but it costs money... Hussein showed himself to be a real man, greatly surprising everyone — he flew to Sochi and urgently sold the house he inherited from his grandfather.
And before leaving for the operation, Angelina spent the two nights preceding the train departure in a very original way. Thinking that everything is possible and the operation might not go well, and what then? — she confessed to Hussein in a very drunken state, of course, and he was "warm" too, that she dreams of a "ménage à trois" option. What if she becomes disabled, so at least for the last time... Hussein came to me a bit in shock, saying so and so, what to do, and suddenly suggested I be the third. We broke bread together, drank wine, I was his matchmaker for Angelina — so only me! And the bride's wish must be fulfilled, especially since we're already of age, and I'm also a witness to the matchmaking!
Strangely enough, everything went great! The three of us had a great time, had fun, Hussein gave a bunch of great toasts, we "got loaded," laughed, danced, joked, told jokes, and then so freely and boldly moved to the bedroom. In the intimate semi-darkness of the room and to wonderful quiet music, and after how many shots.... We both caressed Angelina, bringing her to full arousal, and then she, with difficulty, her back aching — sits on the rock-hard cock of her future husband, and I, spreading her lush buttocks, slowly but boldly entered her tight hole, generously lubricated with cream.
How she started moaning sweetly and arousingly, and how she later screamed, coming violently! As she later confessed — two cocks in a woman at once — that's the ultimate limit of a threesome! And pleasure beyond limits! We sat a bit more, and then Hussein, perking up, already dragged his bride to the bedroom himself. And when she floated out of there like a peacock, announcing that "Goosey" fell asleep soundly and is snoring loudly, she suddenly offered me her appetizing soft ass — clearly the lady liked it, and she remembered her youth. Now I came with great pleasure, having fully enjoyed the sweet, lush ass of the neighbor.
After the operation, which went excellently, both Hussein and his son, the handsome Eldar, started living together in Angelina's apartment. As I later found out, they had a somewhat funny, but pleasant arrangement — when dad went away to arrange new fruit deliveries, the young, passionate man took full care of his stepmother, especially liking anal sex with the gorgeous lady. And she was glad — saying the operation could have gone wrong, but now we need to make up for the pleasure missed in past years. And I dropped by Oksana a couple of times at her request — she asked me to "calm" her and I did promise to think of something... And I thought of it!
I went into Angelina's apartment and, calling Eldar into the hallway, suggested the following to him — Eldar, as a young and real man, could marry the beauty Oksana. It's time for him to start a family, well, and to have a beauty like Oksana as a wife... That's just happiness! And they can live in this three-room apartment, since both Eldar and Oksana are still very young and can easily, and should, make at least a couple of kids. Eldar, you like Oksana, right? I saw how you always look at her! So what's the problem! Are you a real dzhigit or not? Forward, get ready, we're going to propose! No need for a horse or a dagger!
So again my wife and I had to act as matchmakers. We didn't have to persuade Oksana for long, she herself understood it's an excellent option. A marriage of convenience can be strong if the calculation is correct. And here it's exactly correct! I gave her my arguments beforehand — now she'll have the baby in a lawful marriage, and Eldar is "head over heels" for her, and strongly, ever since his dad's first proposal. Especially since he's a handsome and well-off man, will literally carry you in his arms, not like your pathetic gigolo, clearly not a macho and a sex hero, could only crawl to the sofa. And your mommy and Hussein will move to your apartment, and you with your young Caucasian Apollo will come up with a bunch more children. And during the proposal, Eldar practically confirmed my words, thumping his chest so hard it boomed! So, Oksana, here's a ring, flowers, and a bunch of time to think — a whole minute!
So our second matchmaking with my wife was also successful!
Now we sometimes had very interesting options. Angelina, after the successful operation and feeling untapped forces of a sexual nature, invited me and my wife to her dacha and persuaded us to swap husbands. It was a bit funny — Hussein gladly hugged my beauty and started kissing her, but frowned when Angelina and I went off alone. It turned out quite well and again funny — my wife screamed at the top of her lungs when she came, and Angelina had to restrain herself, "so as not to rile up Goosey." Oksana gave birth to a girl, by the way a copy of our daughter. Oksana secretly did a DNA test and told me it's my daughter, so I'm definitely to be the godfather!
Sometimes we visit Angelina, meeting at her dacha. She turned out to be a woman of broad views and bisexual. So it can be quite spicy when one or the other woman is being attended to by two men at once. Angelina's screams then at night echo throughout the dacha village.
So I can say with confidence that our melodrama turned out not only pleasant and successful, but also quite luxurious, to everyone's pleasure and enjoyment. Life — it's beautiful!
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