Oh, this Vera...

Oh, this Vera...

1.

I was driving to Serpukhov to see my former lover Vera. We had a fight three months ago. At first, I thought it was forever, blamed her and partly myself, met up with an old girlfriend a few times, but Vera wouldn't leave my head, and on her birthday, I set off from Moscow to see her. It was an excuse, if not to make up, then at least to see her and ask for forgiveness. I bought gold earrings and flowers as a gift. It was summer, the road wasn't too clear on a Saturday, I left at two in the afternoon and intended to arrive at her place around six. Not too early, not too late.

Vera and I met

over a year ago online, on a dating site. We corresponded briefly, met up, went to a cafe, then walked around Moscow. I, of course, invited her to my place, but she refused, citing other things to do. This upset me a bit, but nothing terrible happened. We started writing again, met again, went to see the fountains in Tsaritsyno, and from there to my place. I remember it like it was yesterday. She looked around the apartment, went out onto the balcony, stood there for about two minutes. Came back into the room. Then I hugged her and started kissing her. She dodged, asked to go to the bathroom. I let her go and started unfolding the sofa. She splashed around for about 10 minutes, I was already lying down waiting for her. She didn't send me to the bathroom, lay down and pressed herself against me. A new woman is always interesting and unexpected. We kissed, felt each other up, I spread her legs and started licking her pussy. Hairy and soft.

I put in effort, changed the pace and direction, fucked her with my fingers and sucked her clit into my mouth. At some point, she stretched out, spread her legs wider, started stroking her pussy with her own hands, moaned, and came. I didn't know if I could fuck her now or not. She asked me to put it in. I lay on top of her and things got going. I came inside her, you could say quickly. I experienced a lot of emotions and excitement. We lay next to each other and rested. It was very pleasant.

I'll describe her. Forty... 18 years old, four years older than me, average height, plump, blonde. Big breasts, third or fourth size. Not a beauty, but quite attractive. In character, a bit willful, sometimes very stubborn and touchy (as I understood later). But I found her interesting, she attracted me.

In bed, she started talking about her previous lover, tall, handsome, but he had a thin, though long, dick. He also took Viagra and for some reason asked her to train her vagina to be looser. I couldn't imagine what his looked like, mine was large and thick, and to him, this pussy seemed very tight. Why would a thin one need a wide one?

We got up, took turns showering. I made an omelet with sausage, a salad, put the kettle on. She dressed in a short nightgown and white panties. We had a relaxed dinner, drank tea with cookies. I was hard again. We started kissing and went to bed. Fucked again, more tenderly, longer, and better quality. She came again, under me. Great. We lay for a bit and fell asleep without washing.

If I were to describe our sex life, it's probably not very interesting. We started meeting 2-3 times a month, on weekends. She came to me or I went to her. We went to the movies, theater, bowling, just walked, and of course, fucked several times over two days. Although after our first night, she later wrote that she was in a bit of pain from the size of my dick, told me to be more gentle and restrained during the act. I agreed, we tried this way and that later; and I said that if she was uncomfortable with me and the pain was unbearable, we should stop the relationship. She answered that she was adjusting to me, wanted it to be good for me too, and she needed not just sex, and we should meet more often and get used to each other. So we seemed to agree.

And her character turned out to be something else. She could suddenly become stubborn, argue about things she had no clue about. For example, I had a painting hanging in my kitchen, flowers in a frame. She started a conversation that it was a print. I started explaining how I bought this painting from an artist at the exit of the VDNKh metro station. No, she got all worked up, it can't be, you're lying to me. Angrily, I took the painting off the wall and showed her the artist's signature on the back. She calmed down a bit. But irritation kept bubbling inside me for a long time. Or once in a store, she wanted to buy ice cream to take home. I said I had exactly the same kind in my freezer, and we'd eat it in the evening. And this one might melt on the way. She didn't believe me, started saying I was stingy and there couldn't be ice cream at home. How would she know? I boiled over again. I tried to restrain myself. At home, the first thing I did was open the fridge and take out the ice cream. And such incidents happened more than once. After them, I had to somehow get in the mood for fucking. Luckily, my appetite for that didn't disappear and overpowered her idiotic antics.

But one day we finally had a serious fight. After one of our meetings, she had severe pain in her vagina, she blamed me for everything, stopped communicating. I asked a doctor I knew for advice. He said I was only partly to blame. If she didn't have inflammation inside, the size of my dick couldn't have caused her pain. Apparently, the inflammation happened even before me, since she said it hurt from the first time, and over time it developed. But my penetrations contributed to that development. That's roughly it. Although, of course, you'd need an examination to judge.

And so I was driving to her. Although there was, of course, no guarantee she was home. And I couldn't call. On the way, I bought roses, parked the car not far from the house, went up to the third floor, and rang the bell. She opened the door. Looked at me surprised and slightly frowning.

— Happy birthday, Vera, — I said. — Congratulations.

— Thank you, — she replied.

As I understood, she didn't want to let me in.

— Can I come in? — I asked.

— Come in, if you're not joking, — she let me inside. I gave her the flowers and wanted to kiss her. She didn't let me. A man came out of the room into the hallway. Said:

— Good afternoon. Why aren't you letting the guest in? Come in, we'll put something on the table now.

I went into the room, Vera slipped into the kitchen. The man didn't offer his hand, understanding we were rivals. Invited me to sit on the sofa. Introduced himself as Oleg, I said my name was Maxim. Vera brought two large plates of salad, then a pot of meatballs. Three shot glasses and an unopened bottle of cognac with them. She and Oleg moved a small table closer to the sofa. He and I stayed on the sofa, she sat on a chair opposite. Oleg opened the bottle and poured cognac into the glasses. I said I was driving and wouldn't drink. Oleg objected:

— Come on. You'll lie down on the sofa and spend the night. Right, Ver?

After a second's thought, she said:

— Stay. Why drive such a long way.

I agreed, raised my glass and made a toast to the birthday girl. Gave her the earrings. She was surprised, happy, put them on right away, came up to me and kissed me on the lips. Oleg even sort of encouraged this, said it was great how we were getting along.

He was of average height. Fit, no belly. Looked about 50, no more. Black hair, a friendly and simple face. I thought he was some kind of minor boss, in a store or at a construction site. He behaved correctly, softly. Another man wouldn't have let me into the house, — I thought, — or would have started a confrontation after a brief acquaintance, would have picked a fight about something. But he didn't seem against my presence.

We relaxed a bit, drank, ate, started talking about general topics, reminiscing about some stories. Around ten in the evening, Vera said it was time to go to bed, cleared the table, took the dishes to the kitchen to wash. Oleg and I talked about cars. She started tidying up the room too. I went to the bathroom to wash up. When I returned, she had made the bed on the sofa and on the bed. Oleg was watching TV. She got a towel from the closet and said she was going to wash up. Water started running in the bathroom. Oleg turned to me and started a conversation.

— You're a normal guy. Good that you came. Vera and I have known each other for about two months. I was driving once, she was hitchhiking. Stopped, gave her a ride from the store to her house. We got talking, this and that. Gave her my number, in case she needed a ride somewhere. Stopped at the entrance and chatted for another five minutes. About two weeks later she called, needed to buy a flush tank at the store. We went, bought it, brought it. She poured me some tea. Changed into a robe, walking around. Well, I pushed her onto the bed. Didn't scream, didn't object. Pulled her panties off, quickly undressed myself and fucked her twice in a row. She liked it. Then we started meeting regularly, don't live together, it suits us. You were hoping to fuck too? I think she won't mind. Just need to tell her more softly. She'll give in. We'll lie down, I'll tell her. She probably won't decide on her own, but she wants you too, it's obvious. She told me about you. Says yours is bigger and harder than mine. Really tore her up. Today we already fucked twice, in the morning and after lunch. So you'll be the first

one. And I'll watch and mine will probably get hard too. She'll give it to both. Need to do something nice for the woman.

— You talk as if it's all decided. But she might just crash to sleep and that's it, a letdown.

— Unlikely. Bet she's thinking about you, washing her pussy for you.

— We'll see.

We drank a shot, ate some candy. Vera came out of the bathroom. In a robe over a slip.

— So, sleep? — she asked. — Or watch some TV?

I noticed she didn't look up at us.

— Let's go to bed, — said Oleg.

Turned off the light. They lay down, she on the edge, he against the wall. I turned back the blanket and lay down too. The room was quite bright, not too late yet. They started whispering. And after about five minutes, he started climbing over her. Said to me:

— Go, I'll lie on the sofa.

She moved closer to the wall. I lay down next to her. My heart beat faster. Found her lips and started kissing. Hugged her, pressed her to me and felt her breasts, ass, thighs. She responded to the kisses and got turned on herself. Her hands wandered all over me. I pulled her nightgown off, took off my underwear. Kissed her neck, tits, stomach, put my fingers in her pussy. Felt her, spread her labia. We were both ready to fuck, but I overpowered myself and went down to lick her pussy. She let out a long sigh and spread her legs wide. I felt the familiar taste and smell of her pussy. Licked for a long time and with feeling. She stirred, pushed me away, started stroking her perineum with her fingers, arched her back, and came, breathing intermittently. I waited a bit, lay on top of her and started fucking. My dick went into her softly, juicily. She moved her hips. The bed creaked. And that creak turned me on even more.

I kissed her, felt her tits, hugged her, and my dick was gently squeezed by her pussy. Didn't fuck for long, about two minutes. Came inside her properly, and the cum flowed out for a long time. Lay next to her, stunned by the orgasm. Oleg turned on the bedside lamp, came over to us and started kissing and feeling her up. She asked to go to the bathroom, he didn't let her. Took off his underwear and lay on top of her. Seeing this up close was unusual. They moved around a bit, and he inserted himself into her. I thought that if his dick wasn't thick, he'd now be sliding without meeting any resistance. How would he come? But he got settled, she threw her legs over his shoulders, and they started fucking. For a long time, efficiently. She relaxed, moved under him with her eyes closed. Her mouth was slightly open. Her tits bounced up and down. My dick stirred. I watched them, understanding I still wanted to fuck her. About five minutes passed. He lay on top of her with his whole body, she wrapped her legs around him. They moved faster and deeper. Then he switched to a very fast pace and after a minute came, pounding her fiercely. They stayed joined for a while. Spent a lot of energy. She moved closer to me, and he lay on the edge. She said:

— This has never happened to me before. Awesome! You guys got me all hot, now I'll rinse off and want more. Will you?

— Yes, of course, — we both answered.

She got up and walked bow-legged to the bathroom. My dick was already semi-hard, Oleg's was lying still. Not that small, mine was thicker and a bit longer, but comparable to his.

— Is this your first time like this? — he asked.

— Yes, never tried it before, — I replied.

Vera came out of the bathroom. Without embarrassment, stood by the bed and fixed her hair. I went to shower. Washed my dick with gel so it would slide better. When I returned, she was lying on her stomach, he was stroking her back and ass. I lay down, we hugged, she got on all fours and I fucked her like that. So she wouldn't have to go to the bathroom again, I came on her back. Oleg immediately replaced me, fucked her first from on top, then on the side, then also doggy style. She sprawled on the bed and said that was probably enough for today, and we fell asleep all three. Vera, naturally, in the middle.

In the morning, I woke up after them. They were in the kitchen. Lay for about ten minutes, enjoying the wide bed. Got up and went to the toilet and to wash up. After my morning routine, found them in the room. She was setting the table. She was in a white t-shirt and black panties. Knew I loved that outfit on her, and my dick, as always, got hard. It was nice to see her plump ass. We sat down to breakfast. Oleg reminisced about the past night and showered Vera with compliments. She wasn't embarrassed, smiled and told how Oleg started persuading her to sleep with me, that she had been thinking about it herself and agreed. Said we should meet like that again sometime, try other positions and play, for example, doctor or Little Red Riding Hood. We, of course, weren't against it. Before leaving, I asked her to get in bed one more time, she agreed, we undressed, lay down, and before fucking, I licked her pussy a bit. Oleg sat on the sofa, watched TV and us. I fucked her from on top, not fast, deep and long. Then she threw her legs over my shoulders, I pumped more intensely and came heartily into her pussy. Lay for a bit, I got dressed, kissed her, shook Oleg's hand and left, promising to call.

On the way home, I thought about what had happened. I was a bit unclear why she agreed to such a connection with us. Before, with me, she was shy, not so uninhibited, came to bed from the bathroom in a robe. Sometimes she wouldn't let me fuck her an extra time, citing various reasons. How did Oleg manage to change her in such a short time? He was simpler than me, that's for sure, communicated with her a bit jokingly, didn't command her, but you could feel she not only listened to him but obeyed. He quickly found an approach to her.