My fiancée

I graduated from university and had already achieved something in my career, but in my personal life, no radical changes had occurred or seemed on the horizon. There were girlfriends, but I hadn't met one with whom I wanted to tie my life. The years were passing, I was already twenty-eight. My parents began talking more and more about grandchildren, citing my classmates who had long since started families as examples.

Finally, it happened. At a friend's party, I met the girl of my dreams and fell in love. Yulia was finishing her studies at the university; in three months, she was supposed to defend her thesis and become a certified economist. A modest girl from an intellectual

family, average height, blue-eyed brunette with long hair, high breasts, a thin waist, and wide hips, she made an indelible impression on me at first sight. I decided fate was giving me a chance, and it would be foolish to miss it.

I courted her all evening, then walked her home. We started dating, and she introduced me to her parents. The three of them lived in a three-room apartment. Her parents were doctors, both heading departments—her mother a therapeutic one at a clinic, and her father a surgical one at a hospital. Yulia and I started going out, we went to the theater, walked in the park, though not often because her thesis took up a lot of her time. On Women's Day, I invited them all to our place, introduced them to my parents, and we openly started talking about the upcoming wedding, tying the event to the end of Yulia's studies. I treated her very carefully, not allowing myself anything beyond modest kisses. I enthusiastically told my friends at work about her.

"Want to know more about her?" asked one of my colleagues named Roman. "Modern technology allows it."

"What do you mean?"

"You can find out who she communicates with and, as it were, be present for it."

"What are you getting at?"

"For example, a voice recorder. There are small models now, designed for dozens of hours of work. Slip it into her purse, then listen."

"Spy on my beloved girlfriend? If I had some grounds for it, but I don't. Yulia is a very modest girl."

"You'd just be checking if the proverb about devils in still waters is right."

I ended the conversation, but Roman's words stuck in my head. I didn't suffer from doubts for long, went and bought a miniature voice recorder, and at our next meeting, slipped it into Yulia's purse. A couple of days later, I invited her over to our place and discreetly retrieved the recording device from her purse. Then I listened to the recordings. At first, there was nothing interesting—our conversations with Yulia during walks, which convinced me I wasn't that witty—then after our meeting, she returned home, had dinner with her parents, and went to her room. All night the recorder ran idle. Recordings only appeared in the morning.

"Yulenka, we're off to work," came her mother's voice. "What's your program for today?"

"Igor and Oleg are coming over soon, our topics are close, we'll sit over our essays, and at two o'clock, I have a meeting with the project supervisor, and I need to stop by the department."

"Good luck to you."

"Likewise."

After a while, the doorbell rang.

"Yulka, hi. As you can see, punctuality distinguishes not only kings; we've arrived right on the dot too."

"Hi, boys. Indeed, you could set your watch by you, exactly nine. Take off your shoes, there are slippers. I've already laid out all the materials on the table."

"Yul, we have a proposal. Let's relax first so distracting thoughts don't creep into our heads, and then we'll settle down to science."

"I knew you'd start with all sorts of indecent proposals, that's why I'm meeting you in a robe over my naked body. Only, it's my dangerous days, do you have condoms?"

"No, you didn't warn us."

"Good thing I'm a prepared person; there should be some in my purse. Oleg, grab it, it's over there under the mirror. You two strip naked, it's so cool to look at you with your hard-ons. Let's get comfortable on the couch. I'll bring a towel now."

"Good Yulka, doesn't play hard to get. If we've decided to fuck, why pretend to be a virgin. Svetka's not like that, you struggle there before you get to the pussy."

"Oleg, give me the bag. Here they are, the little condoms. Put them on, some kind of clothing, it'll be warmer anyway. Who's first? But first, stroke my tits, pussy, and all around."

"You're already wet."

"First one lying down, the second from behind doggy-style. First one go," commanded Yulia.

"You go, I was first last time," came the voice of one of the guys.

"Yulenka, spread your legs wider, I'll insert this sausage into you."

"Don't exaggerate, at best it's a frankfurter, and your dick is small, look, Oleg's is bigger. Give me his, or you'll stick it in the wrong place."

"Have you tried it in the ass?"

"Tried it a couple of times out of curiosity, didn't like it. It's still a perversion, and the smell is unpleasant. Why are you frozen? Move, deeper and faster."

"Should have brought a video camera, such a scene is going to waste."

"Yeah, interesting to see ourselves from the side," Yulia agreed.

After that, only the slaps of naked bodies, heavy breathing, and Yulia's moans were heard.

"Yul, can you feel his balls slapping against your ass?"

"Leave me alone, don't distract me, I'm getting close."

After that, only the characteristic sounds of sex and something incoherent from Igor's mouth.

"Wonderful, Oleg, pass the towel. Good with a condom, only my own secretions without your snot. Do you maybe want it lying down too?"

"No, I like it from behind more. You can see how the cock goes in and out."

"Well, admire it to your health, let's go."

For the next ten minutes, sounds were heard that left no doubt about what was happening.

"Had a good time," Yulia noted. "Let's go wash up so it doesn't smell, and then to studying."

"Do you have anything to snack on? I didn't have breakfast."

"Let's get ourselves in order, then we'll have tea with sandwiches."

"Yulka, you're a lifesaver."

"I always said the best friend is a woman because you can also fuck her."

For a while, nothing was audible, probably because everyone left the room where Yulia's purse was, then they returned and got to work. Their conversation at that time held no interest for me. They returned to the topic that interested me about four hours later.

"Yul, let's stick it in you one more time each and then head home."

"Boys, I'd love to, but I practically have no time left. At two o'clock, I have a meeting with Nikolai Nikolaevich, he's overseeing my project. I don't know what he'll want today. Last time we got by with a blowjob, but more often he fucks. Now, his isn't a sausage, it's a real salami. When he thrusts, it takes your breath away. And then I need to stop by the department. Zhora, the graduate student, helped me a lot with selecting literature. I've already paid him back, but I need to think about the future too, it won't diminish me, and a useful acquaintance will come in handy. That's it, boys, time for you to go. Next time we'll continue our sexual studies. What are your plans?"

"Svetka promised to call, but she's silent. Okay, bye."

After that, again, there was nothing interesting in the recordings until Yulia's meeting with her thesis supervisor.

"Hello, Nikolai Nikolaevich. I edited the text according to your comments, and I have a whole series of questions."

"Hello, Yulenka, always glad to see you. Sit down, let's sort out your problems."

For about forty minutes, they discussed issues related to the thesis.

"Yulenka, have I satisfied you?"

"Quite, Nikolai Nikolaevich."

"Maybe you'll satisfy me too?"

"With pleasure. What are your wishes?"

"Our dean has gone somewhere, let's get settled in his office."

"Nikolai Nikolaevich, it's my dangerous days, but I have condoms."

"I don't like those rubbers. Let me come in your mouth, and we'll fuck another time."

Next was a rather long pause.

"Clever girl, you're the best cocksucker on the faculty."

"I try, Nikolai Nikolaevich."

Then there was a conversation with a classmate, followed by a meeting with the graduate student Zhora.

"Zhora, hi, are you alone here?"

"Yulka, glad to see you. I was remembering you, thought you wouldn't come by anymore, you seem to have no need for me."

"Zhora, you helped me a lot, I hope you won't refuse me help in the future either."

"Of course, you can always count on me. Maybe we'll seal this pact of mutual assistance with some friendly sex?"

"I don't mind. Only with a condom, because it's dangerous days now."

"I've got plenty of that stuff. Get comfortable on the couch, and I'll lock the door. Have you been to Nikolai Nikolaevich?"

"Yes, it's pleasant to work with him. He's a top specialist and knows how to treat women."

"Did he fuck you?"

"This time he was satisfied with a blowjob. How big his is, doesn't match his appearance. You yourself are skinny, but your cock is like it's someone else's."

"Do you like it?"

"The first time I was scared, but it turned out it's nothing terrible. On the contrary, I come faster with you. You keep rubbing my clit. Give it to me, I'll guide it myself. Slowly, because it hurts at first, but then it's so pleasant. There, it's in, let me lift my legs. Do you keep the couch specifically for this?"

"Of course, the most important issues are resolved on it."

"How good, don't rush."

After that, only Zhora's heavy breathing and her moans were heard.

I was stunned and didn't know what to do. In these recordings, Yulia appeared completely different, a businesswoman who pays with herself for services rendered. Nothing remained of my previous image of her. I'm no saint and solve my sexual problems with the help of women, but in Yulia's case, it's about solving vital problems with the help of sex. I was confused and decided, like a little child, to consult with my mom. I told her how I slipped the voice recorder into Yulia's purse and let her listen to the recordings.

"Son, Yulia isn't 18, she's an already formed woman who lives a sexual life. At the same time, she's not a promiscuous woman looking for a male to satisfy her sexual needs; she solves her life's problems this way, incidentally getting sexual satisfaction. She's not depraved, but a beautiful and sensual woman who knows how to use her assets. In our medical institute, practically all the girls whose looks allowed it used sexual connections to solve problems that arose during their studies."

"You too?"

"Let's leave my biography alone. Yulia understood early what wealth she possesses and skillfully uses it. This doesn't mean at all that she'll be a bad wife to you. I repeat, she knows how to rationally use her opportunities. Keep all this information to yourself, or better yet, throw it out of your head. Yulia is a beautiful and modern woman, she'll become a wonderful wife for you, and her ability to solve some life problems sexually might even come in handy for you someday."

I slipped the voice recorder into Yulia's purse a few more times and learned a lot more interesting things. Mom was partially right that Yulia solves some life problems sexually. I got the impression that she solves all problems only this way. The circle of men with whom she solved her problems this way kept expanding. Those I already knew by name numbered several dozen, and how many more I knew nothing about was frightening to think.

From the recordings, I learned when Yulia's safe days were, invited her over to our place, and suggested having sex. She didn't play hard to get or ask to wait until the wedding. We undressed and lay on my bed; I caressed her long and with pleasure, and then there was amazing sex. She skillfully and frankly gave herself to me, trying to ensure we both got maximum pleasure. I'd never felt so good with anyone. Half an hour later, we repeated the act, and again she did it willingly, was tender and affectionate. I understood that mom was right; I wanted her to become my wife.

We started having sex often at my place or hers; our parents treated it as a given. Then came the defense of her thesis, and a week later we got married. Many of her classmates and teachers were at the wedding. As her friend, Yulia introduced me to the graduate student Zhora. Knowing from the voice recorder recordings about his anatomical features, I looked at this scrawny guy with respect. Yulia received her diploma with honors and was strongly recommended to enter graduate school.

We decided to postpone the decision for later and went on our honeymoon. Then at a family council, we decided that Yulia needed to go into science, and she began preparing for admission. I still slipped the voice recorder into her purse and was aware of many of her problems and the ways she solved them. There were many problems, but the method was practically one, only the positions and partners changed. But the method was so effective that Yulia easily entered graduate school and defended her dissertation ahead of schedule.

"Now you'll leave me, why do you need an uneducated husband," I suggested.

"You'll wait in vain. I don't need any other husband. Sasha, I know about the voice recorder, you still slip it to me sometimes. But you've never reproached me for anything. You can't imagine how grateful I am to you for understanding everything correctly. I will never betray you, for you I am ready for anything, you are my other half."

"And what next? Will you write a doctoral thesis?"

"Maybe I will, but not now. Now you and I will focus on children, time is passing. And without children, it's not a full family. And we need to use the moment while our parents are still spry, there will be someone to babysit the grandchildren."

"And how many children are you planning?"

"Just three for now, and then we'll see. Appetite comes with eating."

"Three children is a problem."

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