The candle was burning
The early 90s. A turbulent time. People were drawn to something reliable and solid. To the land, for example. That's why my wife and I bought this hut for a pittance, in a distant, half-empty village, on the outskirts. We lived there in the summer, with the forest, mushrooms, fishing. Beautiful! We pottered about in our little garden. In those harsh times — it was some kind of support.
In the hut opposite, across the road, city folk had also settled, as the locals said — summer residents. A similarly young couple, Vitalik and Antonina. Simply put — Tonka. Well, we became friends quickly, went swimming in the pond together, had dinner together.
Then Vitalik needed to go to the city. They were planning to go abroad for work soon
and he needed to finalize some documents, get various certificates... In short, Vitalik left for three days but got stuck for three weeks. Tonka found out when she went to the post office to call home on the fifth day. There were no mobile phones yet. She came back sad. Imagine, so many days without her beloved husband. Especially since the couple seemed to have a strict routine regarding "that matter." If not every day, then every other day — definitely. And soon my experienced eye caught signs of Tonka's growing "sexual frustration."It must be said that Tonka was a very attractive girl. Petite, but by no means skinny, a natural blonde, with nice round breasts of size 2, a firm butt, and slender legs, femininely plump above the knees.
I had managed to get a good look at her breasts a long time ago, as I never missed a chance to let my eyes wander into the gaping neckline of her t-shirt when Tonka, bending over, was fussing in the garden bed. I would have gladly familiarized myself with what was hidden between her plump legs too, but under these conditions, committing adultery seemed somehow inappropriate. Practically friends, in each other's sight all day, my wife, again... And Tonka, it seemed, was quite satisfied with her married life and perceived me purely in a friendly way.
But now, when Vitalik had been hanging around somewhere for two weeks already, the situation began to change. Several times I caught her giving me such, well... special looks. And Tonka became somehow nervous, capricious, and aggressive. Sexual frustration, gentlemen, clear sexual frustration!
Nevertheless, our life flowed as before, only we began to communicate even more closely, trying to surround the "grass widow" with attention and care.
On that hot day, I worked harder than usual in the garden. After the evening trip to the pond and dinner, the ladies went to Tonka's hut to watch some series on TV, and I dragged myself along with them.
They settled in front of the box on an old village bed, serving as a sofa, and I climbed onto a low bench by the stove. It was hot in the hut, the series — rubbish. Very soon I dozed off.
I woke up in complete darkness and silence. At first, I couldn't understand where I was. Then it began to dawn on me: the series ended, the ladies went to sleep, and they took pity on me, didn't wake me up. I needed to get out. Only in someone else's hut and pitch darkness, I was disoriented, afraid of making noise or bashing my knee against some doorframe. I remembered seeing a candle in a mayonnaise jar and matches on the bench, in the corner. I groped quietly and carefully.
Got it! Struck a match, lit the wick. After a second of being blinded by the match flame, the outlines of objects began to emerge in the room. I quietly lowered my legs from the bench and... my heart jumped into my throat. On that very sofa, only now covered with a white sheet, lay a completely naked Tonka.
She lay on her back, stretched out like a soldier, and was by no means asleep, but was looking at me seriously and meaningfully. In the flickering weak light, she seemed carved from pale marble. But she radiated not the cold of stone, but such a living, sexual energy that it took your breath away. For some time, we silently looked at each other, then, guessing my question — where is my wife? — she nodded slightly towards the door. I was thrown into a fever! Now or never! I got off the bench and involuntarily slipped my hand under the elastic of my shorts, where it was quickly becoming very cramped. Seeing my confusion, Tonka, still looking seriously into my eyes, nodded again, barely perceptibly. A moment later, having freed myself from my shorts, I jumped onto the sofa.
She opened up, no — flung herself open to meet me, like a book, like a window flung open in a thunderstorm, like a bird's wings before flight. Her tender white thighs opened, revealing a small pubic mound with delicate light hairs (I told you she was a natural blonde!) and a neat pink slit, her arms opened, firmly wrapping around my back, my palms themselves found her firm, cool breasts, my lips sank into her lips. Wild excitement took hold of us. My hardened member convulsively poked there, between her thighs, and very soon found its mark. And entered! No, dove, burst, plunged into the narrow, slippery, and amazingly hot — . "Ah, how sweet you are!" — I exhaled, plunging again and again into the female body. Tonka began to breathe convulsively through clenched teeth and started to feverishly, out of sync, thrust her hips up to meet me, fiercely throwing her hips against my member. But after just 30 seconds, she suddenly froze, her eyes rolled back slightly, and I was afraid she had fainted, but with the head of my member, I felt her uterus trembling deep inside her short vagina.
Waiting a few moments until Tonka's gaze cleared, I began, more measuredly now, to plunge my hardened, almost painful member there again, deeper, to the hilt. Probably, it was even a little painful for Tonka, but she didn't pull away, only moaned dully. After a minute, she crossed her legs behind my back, squeezing me between her spread thighs, and her uterus powerfully pulsed again, trying to suck in the absent sperm.
After her third orgasm, which also didn't keep me waiting, I felt that I myself could no longer hold back. An irresistible desire to pour myself into this, so desired, female body seized me. Tonka understood this from my fierce thrusts and quickly whispered: — "Sweetie, you can't inside me, don't do it inside me! I'll take it in my mouth!"
At the entrance, the head of my member distinctly felt the tightness of her throat, on the exit, her tongue frantically worked the frenulum. In my overexcited state, enduring such pleasure for long was impossible. Clenching my teeth, I endured as long as I could, but after 20 seconds, I gave in. Sperm gushed out in spurts, and it seemed they would never stop. Neither before nor after in my life have I ever come so copiously. In the same rhythm, Tonka's throat moved, swallowing the slippery drink with obvious pleasure. At the end, she licked the softened head, kissed it, and looked at me gratefully. Her gaze was serene and enlightened. — "That's it, now go! Or they'll come looking."
I would have, of course, lingered for an hour or two, but she was right. It was time to make tracks. I pulled on my shorts, went to the door. Turned around. The candle was burning. Tonka was watching me go. Her pale nipples seemed like rose petals stuck to her body.
Returning to my hut, I made noise so my wife would wake up, gave her a scolding for leaving me in someone else's hut, for the sake of order, and with pleasure flopped into bed. Fell asleep instantly.
In the morning, I woke up to the noise of an engine. Vitalik had returned, even earlier than expected. He had successfully resolved all matters. In a day, they were supposed to be at the airport. They packed quickly, locked the hut, and left by noon. I didn't manage to meet Tonka's eyes even once. I never saw her again.
Our vacation was also ending soon. Without the neighbors, it became boring and empty. I dedicated the remaining days to intensive crucian carp fishing.