"Kinship" Betrayal

This case is by no means ordinary and is completely non-trivial! I never would have thought something like this would happen to me in my ordinary daily life. I'm thirty-nine, I have a beloved wife (a couple of years younger than me), children—a wonderful family. Everything was great, we lived in relative prosperity until this goddamn crisis hit us. It all started when I was laid off from work. What to do? It's hard for a driver to find a job in the provinces. I was the sole provider for the family—my wife also lost her job six months ago, and her job was never very lucrative anyway. We gathered our thoughts, discussed everything with my wife. Looking for work in our province is

not an option at all—everywhere the situation is difficult, with layoffs and salary cuts. To start our own business—we need money... a lot. And waiting for the business to "pay off" would take several years, but we need money urgently—utilities, the kids are in school. We could do odd jobs, but there's uncertainty about tomorrow—money today, none tomorrow.

Unexpectedly, my wife's brother helped. He lived in Moscow with his family and suggested I come to them to earn money. He promised to help with employment and offered me to stay with them for the first while. My wife clung to this opportunity like a lifeline. She says—go! So I went.

My wife's older brother—Andrey—lived with his wife and daughter in Altufyevo. He had a gorgeous four-room apartment. They promised to allocate one room for me. I had little interaction with my wife's relatives—only a couple of times in the 18 years of my marriage to Sveta. So, upon arriving, I set a table using my last savings to get to know them better. In the evening, we had a celebratory dinner. Andrey was a plump man of average height, with a large belly and big bald spots, he was forty. We hit it off immediately and quickly. He said that the job was already arranged, I would work as a driver on a company "Gazelle" at their firm, delivering goods to points. The schedule was two days on, two days off. I was delighted, and as for not knowing Moscow—nonsense, I'll learn, if anything, the navigator will help! But they promised a salary twice what I earned back home.

Andrey's wife—Natasha. A beautiful woman, but "with her own mind"—pushy and slightly bitchy, you could immediately see she was the head of the family, but she accepted me kindly, even though we hadn't spoken before. She was thirty-seven, like my Sveta. Appearance—a natural long-haired blonde, tall, striking, curvy. Narrow waist, a small tummy, huge and firm (about a "five") tits. To top it off—slender, beautiful, long legs and a firm, round ass. I watched with interest as the tight spheres of her breasts, pulled in by a bustier, flashed in the deep neckline of her blouse, and as her round buttocks smoothly rolled under her miniskirt as she walked. A candy of a woman! Playfully swaying her hips, she showed me my room—a small bedroom, but well-furnished. Everything needed was there: a sofa, computer, TV, a bookcase. Natasha said I could live as long as I wanted, but if my salary allowed, it would be better for me to rent a room.

Even I was slightly embarrassed by her frank gaze. "Sergey," I introduced myself.

— "Wow," I thought—"won't her mother scold her and make her change?"

But no, apparently, the girl dressed like that at home all the time, and it never crossed her mother's mind that her daughter's appearance might embarrass someone.

We all sat down at the table. Andrey hugged Natasha, and Katya sat between her mother and me. We chatted pleasantly. I learned that Katyushka is an excellent student at the institute, additionally takes dance and horseback riding lessons. Natasha told me she works as an accountant in the housing and utilities sector. I briefly told them how things were with my family. Natasha immediately asked how much I earned back in the provinces. Hesitating, I named the amount.

— So little!? — Natasha was surprised — My Andryusha can earn that much in a day! And I... well, in a week, probably. Yes, we pay more for Katyushka's horseback riding lessons!

By the end of the evening, we had drunk well, moving on to the hosts' reserves of whiskey and cognac. Katyushka sipped champagne from a tall glass and had already finished a whole bottle. We sat, laughed, and chatted casually. Andrey suggested moving the party to the living room, as a football match was starting on TV. Natasha, sighing, agreed. We moved the bottles, glasses, and simple snacks to the coffee table and all sat on the luxurious soft carpet around it. Natasha seized a moment and ran to her room—changed. Now she was wearing a long silk robe that wrapped and tied with a belt. It perfectly hugged her slender, beautiful body—under the light silk, Natasha's flesh took on more vivid and desirable outlines. Andrey moved to an armchair, closer to the TV, and Natasha, Katya, and I quietly continued the conversation. Twenty minutes later, Andrey was already snoring sweetly. I cautiously stared, now at Andryukha's wife, now at his daughter, every second afraid of being caught by them at this activity.

But the ladies seemed not to notice my immodest glances sliding over their bodies. Natasha and I were quite drunk, Katya was more sober but also tipsy. Naturally, sexual topics began to flash in our conversation. It started with Natasha's question: — How is it, Seryozha, that Sveta let you go alone so far away?

— Well, I went to work, not to poke my dick into women! — I replied, glancing at Katya, who shyly lowered her eyes.

— Oh, come on, poking a beautiful, sexy one is no sin! Don't play the saint—one doesn't interfere with the other! Tell me, imagine you had a chance to sleep with a beautiful woman, with no risk of your wife finding out, would you really hold back?

— M-m-m... I wouldn't hold back! I'd sleep with her, — I said, reading interest in her eyes.

— See, that's it! I think no man can resist such temptation, so I keep mine under supervision! — Natasha whispered conspiratorially to me.

— I sincerely feel sorry for him! You could let the man have some fun, you're a wise woman! — I said, noticing my flattery hit the mark.

— Well, maybe someday I'll let him cut loose. Or maybe I'll just give him a whore for his birthday—Natasha said quietly, drilling me with a lustful look.

— Oh, and are women any better? — I parried just as quietly — If such an opportunity presented itself, with a young, muscular, sexy man, and also without getting caught, would you really not cheat?

— Oh! A tricky question! You know what? I'd cheat too!

Katyushka blushed slightly, listening to our intimate conversation, but her mother didn't send her to bed. I glanced at Katya and noticed her nipples under her top had become much larger and pointier. I was sure Katya caught my look, but she continued sitting as if nothing was wrong.

— And have you ever cheated on your wife? — Natasha asked, her eyes strangely shining — I can see from your eyes that you have! Tell me, and if possible, with details!

I glanced at Katya. Natasha caught my look.

— Oh, come on, let her listen. She's already an adult, and she has a boyfriend, I've told her everything about sex, she knows what, how, and where! It will be useful for her to know how it happens between a man and a woman.

— Yes, there were a couple of times—I confessed — the first, at my wife's friend's wedding, about five years ago. Sveta and the bridesmaid went by taxi to get the wedding cake, which was forgotten to be delivered to the cafe from the bakery. And the bride's drunk cousin started hitting on me. Not bad! Long-legged, skinny, big-eyed, young, and lewdly drunk—somewhere around twenty-three to twenty-five years old—I love those. I closed myself with her in the storeroom, and we started kissing passionately. It was hot, dark, and a bit cramped. I pressed her against the wall and slipped my hand into her panties. She happily spread her legs and let me into her hole. I prepared her a bit with my fingers. When she got really wet there, she undressed completely, undressed me, and started preparing me with a blowjob. She sucked eagerly and quickly, but I didn't come right away. Then we fucked, laying her fur coat on the tiled floor. First—traditionally, I fucked her from above, then she rode me, impaling her hairy slit on my cock. But it wasn't very long—about fifteen to twenty minutes total of all movements. We were drunk, she came a couple of times with me, and I finished in her mouth, on her tongue, she swallowed—that's the whole affair. We quickly tidied up and came out of the storeroom. No one suspected anything. We never saw each other again.

— The second time, two years ago. I was driving in the evening—delivering goods from my former firm to a neighboring region. I had to drive at night to be at the base for unloading in the morning. My truck wasn't old, with a "sleeper." It wasn't very far to drive. But it was winter, I left early, thinking it was better to spend the night in the truck at the checkpoint, but arrive on time. I crossed the border of our region quickly, the road got worse. I'm driving, it's getting dark. I see a girl standing by a roadside cafe, hitchhiking. I didn't want to stop, thought she was a "shoulder"—you know, a road, long-haul prostitute! But her appearance confused me. She was in a light jacket, skirt, and tights, and the frost outside was about minus fifteen and getting stronger. I braked nearby, opened the door. She flew into the cab of my "Volvo"—lips blue, very frozen.

— Where to? — I ask. And she just waved her hand forward, teeth chattering.

— I'm Nastya, — she finally said, seeing me looking at her with interest — Can you give me a ride to the city, okay?

— We went to the dacha with my boyfriend and his friends. We just sat down, started celebrating his birthday, and I realized they wanted to fuck me in a circle, the bastards. And my boyfriend—he's the initiator of all this mess. I slipped out quietly, pretending to go to the toilet, and ran to the bus stop in what I was wearing. Luckily, the bus hadn't left. I went as far as the money in my jacket pocket allowed. The driver dropped me off at this cafe, and I stood in the frost for two hours—no one stopped! The cafe is run by Caucasians, and their company was sitting inside—you can't go in to warm up. If it weren't for you, they probably would have gotten me. I would have given myself to them just not to freeze on the street.

— Hmm! A story... — I said — There's a checkpoint about fifty kilometers ahead, I was planning to sleep, at least for five hours. Do you mind if I stop?

— No, I don't mind, I'll sleep too, — Nastya replied — Thank you for picking me up! Huge thanks, really!

We drove to the checkpoint, chatting about this and that. I lay down on the sleeper, Nastya settled in the passenger seat. I handed her a blanket.

— Does this thing work? — Nastya asked, pointing to a small ceiling TV.

— It works — I replied — Only it's far from the city, we probably won't catch anything here. There's a built-in DVD player, you can watch something. Check the glove compartment for discs.

I turned on the TV, Nastya rummaged through the discs. I told her: — Only it's really hard to see from your seat, I set up the screen to watch from the sleeper.

— It's okay — she replied — Can I sit next to you?

I nodded. She climbed over to me, inserted a disc.

— What are we going to watch? — I asked her.

— Well, the selection, I'd say, isn't great! — she smiled at me — the disc says: "Hot Asses."

— Oh, that's my shift partner Kolya's porn—he's a fan! — I blushed.

— Don't make excuses, like a little boy! — Nastya said — I watch that kind of movie sometimes too! In suitable company... turn it on.

I turned on the disc, fast-forwarded a bit, and the cab filled with moans and the slapping of bodies. On the screen, a bald, muscular, tattooed guy was driving his cock into the pussy of a beautiful dyed blonde. She was on her knees on the sofa, about to come.

— Does that mean I'm suitable company? — I whispered to her.

— Well, why not? — she said, taking my hand and placing it on her stomach.

I moved my hand lower and felt through the fabric of her miniskirt the mound of her pubis and the slit. Nastya breathed a bit deeper.

— Make me moan like that — she whispered, nodding at the screen — I want to moan under you like that too.

We quickly took off our clothes. Naked Nastya looked simply magnificent. Her small breasts no longer seemed childish, her figure was toned and athletic. Down below, Nastya was smoothly shaved and happily spread her legs to show me her pussy.

— How are we protecting ourselves? — I asked her. She replied she was on the pill, and that she was clean, we could go without a condom.

I fucked her until dawn, explored her, not missing a single hole. Nastenka willingly gave herself to me, allowing absolutely everything. Nastya came with me often, and not just from vaginal penetration, but from anal too. I came four times during the night, twice in her vagina, once in her mouth, and once in her ass.

At dawn, we got dressed, she thanked me again for picking her up on the highway, and I thanked her for the wild night. She said: — It's a pity it's all just for one night! By nine in the morning, I dropped Nastya off near the city and went about my business. That's it!

— And why didn't you take her phone number or address? — Natasha asked — You drove the truck often, you could have dropped by and fucked her sometimes?

— Why didn't I take it? — I replied — I did. But I just never got around to visiting her.

— That's a pity — Katyushka whispered — You could have made the girl happy.

Now it was her turn to glance at Katya. But I, seeing Natasha's confusion, encouraged her: — Be bolder! You yourself allowed her to listen to our revelations! Let her hear about you too. It will be useful for her, as you said yourself!

Katya gave me a grateful look; she was also very interested in hearing about her mom's adventures. I looked Katya straight in the eyes appraisingly and once again, deliberately and brazenly, examined her protruding nipples, then her round little buttock peeking out from under her small, tight shorts. Katya was slightly embarrassed but didn't show it.

— Well, okay, — after some thought, Natasha said — but shh! No one! Hear me? My family life is dear to me!

— Okay, don't keep me in suspense! — I said and brazenly eyed her figure and the robe's neckline.

Natasha caught my greedy look and took it very favorably. She changed her posture slightly, sitting a bit sideways and leaning toward me. At the same time, Natasha loosened the belt a little. I got an excellent view of her breasts in the robe's opening. When she leaned a bit more, I could see the edges of the brownish areolas of her nipples.

— Well, in general, yes! I cheated, — Natasha whispered — hmm... four times! The first was during our honeymoon with Andry