The heart wants what it wants
My name is Yana, I'm 25, no children. I got married 3 years ago, we dated for 5 years, it was my first serious relationship, my husband was my first and only man and a very reliable and kind person. But I should say I've always been like honey for guys: 170 cm tall, slim, long dark hair, delicate facial features. In any company – I'm the center of male attention. It's not easy for my husband, but he learned to live with it. But sex with my husband became mechanical, + on top of that he gained a lot of weight since we met, his body was very far from ideal, while mine became more and more tempting every day, as I worked out, ate
properly.I live in Switzerland, was sent to my homeland for a couple of days for work, for some reason I immediately thought of you out of everyone. Heard you got married, how's married life? Kids? – Everything's great, no kids planned for now… – Would your spouse mind if I pick you up and we chat? – I don't think so. I'll talk to him and call back this number. Of course, I had no intention of telling my husband, and made up a story about a friend with depression who needed saving. I call Andrey back and say I can go out, he says: Great, I also called "Pult" and Katya Shimyakina, they're coming too! I was a bit taken aback, I thought it was something romantic, but I was wrong – just a school reunion… But I still wanted to see him. He said he borrowed a friend's car and would pick me up, I gave the address of the neighboring courtyard so my husband wouldn't see from the window.
The guys were chatting and laughing, but he just looked at me and smiled slightly. It's just devilishly – seductive look!!!! I couldn't do anything, blushed, looked away, my hands trembled, I felt hot. I was terribly shy around him and burned from his gaze, just didn't know where to put myself. It was around 9 o'clock, we started wrapping up. He was the only one driving, and offered to drop everyone off. Katya refused as she lived nearby. To my luck, Pult lived closer than me and I could be with Him a bit longer. We dropped off our former classmate, I was thinking that in just 20 minutes I'd be home, this evening would end and I'd probably never see him again… We were driving towards my house in complete silence, I didn't know what to say, I already imagined coming home and spending the whole night crying like a teenager, I didn't want him to disappear from my life… Andrey was also driving silently, but then asked: maybe we can sit somewhere ourselves? It felt like the happiest moment of my life!
This meant I wasn't just someone from school friends, he was attracted to me. I tried to act casual: – the weather is wonderful, I think we can. We sat at a summer terrace outside the city. The conversation wasn't flowing. – Are you married? – No, work takes 90% of my time, but it's worth it – I moved my parents to my city, helping my relatives. I've always wanted to tell you that you're still such a fashionable and beautiful woman. . – Thank you. Silence. I don't know what came over me but I blurted out – why did you never make a move towards me? He looked at me calmly and evenly replied: – it just wasn't realistic. After a minute of silence: You were all about showing off – daughter of rich parents, you always had a crowd of suitors around you. Even from school, some cool cars picked you up. – Those were just friends!!!! I was only waiting for you… – Sorry, but I didn't notice, I was sure I was just a 'friend' too. And anyway, admit it, we were just kids… We were silent, live music started playing. – I have something more interesting.
He quickly paid the bill. And we went to the car, he put on a disc and… The music we danced to at the autumn ball! There was no one at the parking lot, forest around and us. I invite you to dance – he said jokingly. We started dancing, quiet music playing. An empty, dimly lit parking lot, forest around. Playful nostalgia was replaced by completely different feelings. He smelled amazing, the strength and power of his body felt in every slightest movement, a beautiful Adam's apple, broad shoulders. So familiar and yet different, grown-up. I didn't understand what I was doing, just mindlessly started kissing his neck, collarbone. . He stopped, his breathing became ragged.
I was a bit shy, I hadn't been with anyone besides my husband, it was so unfamiliar. And he with all his pressure was showing – 'you arouse me'. His big palms were already kneading my butt, squeezing my small but very appetizing breasts, kisses moved to my neck, mercilessly leaving hickeys, he pulled down the bra strap and the shoulder of my top, exposing my breast and caught my nipple with his lips, making something like a moan. Started thoroughly sucking it. I was breathless from what was happening. I was muttering: – don't, this is wrong, I'm married, please. .
I was very aroused, but tried to push away this enraged male. With my size, these attempts against the guy's athletic, wiry body were just laughable. He stepped back a little and said: you are the most desirable girl for me, how many nights I spent dreaming of you, and you became even more beautiful than I imagined, your fragility, grace, skin, smell drive me crazy. A little more and I won't hear your pleas anymore, and will take you by force. So if you don't want to, say it right now, later will be too late.
I stood like a little girl, all disheveled, with bare shoulders where his lips were still felt, completely confused… – Sweetheart, why are you torturing both of us? – with these words he approached again. I gave in to my feelings, pressed against his lips. He pressed his whole body against me and I felt his erection pushing against my stomach through the clothes. I grew bolder and slipped under his sweater – smooth, hard six-pack abs. He just closed his eyes in pleasure, breathing very loudly, my thin hand explored his perfect and strong body. "I want you" – he said firmly and somehow seriously, lifting me up. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist, leaning my back slightly against the car. With my hands I hugged his shoulders. A second later I realized he was going to enter me, here he is unzipping his fly, the belt rattled.
His nimble hands nervously hike up my skirt and move my panties aside. Another moment and I feel my treacherously – wet lips parting under the pressure of his tip. His member was many times larger than my husband's. Because of this, I felt very uncomfortable and strange. I was shaking from excitement and from fear of doing terrible things – cheating on my husband! He drove it all the way in with two thrusts. I moaned sweetly from pleasure and pain that mixed at that moment. He tried to be gentle, but it was immediately clear that he likes rough sex. The tenderness didn't last long and he started having me, fucking me – I don't even know what to call it. His eyes were glazed over. – God, you're so tight! – he growled. The thick, hard member moved inside me like a piston, my lubrication was everywhere. Am I really doing this with Andrey? I had no idea he was like this. . so passionate and experienced. He seems kind, calm and the type loved by old people and children, but in reality he is lustful, greedy for sex and wild.
Long and a lot. When this wild dance ended, he looked at me and said: I can't be without you. Then he tried to persuade me for a long time to go with him. Threatened to take me away. Of course, I couldn't pack my things and fly away with him in 4 hours, but he, after flying away, called 10 times a day, sends expensive gifts. Started coming almost every month. Lying to my husband is becoming very difficult. . But I'm afraid to decide on a divorce for now. Andrey said he waited his whole life and will wait as long as I need…