A week ago Stas announced that he wanted to divorce me. No, he hasn’t met anyone - he just wants a divorce. I was terrified. We lived with Stas for ten whole years, and these years were the happiest for me. I thought that for Stas too, but no. A week ago I heard a lot of new things about myself and our family.
It turns out that Stas married me only because he was tired of his bachelor life. Having walked around to his heart’s content, he chose a modest, thrifty woman who could provide him with comfort and homely warmth. And he really wanted children. I never gave him children, but he hoped and waited. And one day I got tired of waiting. My husband is tired of a marriage that, according to him, has been maintained all these years only by habit and patience! Stas was disgusted with such a life; he realized that he wanted to see a completely different person next to him, “a real woman, not a stunted mouse,” as he put it. And he decided to leave in order to start life again before it was too late.
I spent the whole day trying to come to my senses - it was as if I had been hit with a butt. I replayed Stas’s words in my head over and over again and couldn’t figure it out: didn’t he love me at all? Then I cried nonstop for three days. Stas didn’t pay attention to me, he just waited for me to calm down. Then... then I really calmed down a little. And yesterday morning I made a decision: I will let him go. I knew that I wouldn’t have another man - I love my husband too much. My life will be joyless, but I must let him go. You need to give your loved ones what they ask for.
After dinner, I approached Stas:
– Darling, I will give you a divorce. But I have a request. Tell me, do I, as the injured party, have the right to the last wish?
My husband noticeably cheered up and asked:
– Of course. And what desire should I fulfill?
I gathered my courage and blurted out:
– Sex! Night of sex,” and, looking at his amazed face, added: “last night.” And in the morning we file for divorce.
Stas silently nodded towards the bedroom:
– Now?
– In half an hour. Try not to fall asleep.
When I came to the bedroom, my husband looked up from the book and tried to hug me with his usual gesture, but I pulled away:
– Let me lead today. Lie down...
Stas raised his eyebrows in surprise, but agreed. I threw off my robe and climbed astride him. The missionary position will get boring for anyone within ten years, even for a loving wife like me. I knew this was our last night, and I wanted to enjoy it to the fullest, forgetting about tears and the impending separation. Today I was going to drive my husband until he fainted.
Sitting on Stas, I began to slowly stroke his body. Over the years of marriage, it expanded in scope, but I still desired him as on the first night. I caressed his shoulders, torso, hips with my fingertips, deliberately avoiding his lower abdomen. Stas tried to hug me again, but I said “no” and tightly tied his hands above his head with a scarf. Now he was completely at my disposal.
I began to kiss my beloved body - from head to toe, every centimeter of bronze skin, every muscle and hollow. My kisses became more and more bold, more and more hot, and now bites, and not kisses, covered my husband’s body, and I... I was inflamed to the limit. Feeling freedom of action and, albeit momentary, power over my husband, I almost went frantic. I wanted to love him to death.
Stas, meanwhile, was seriously excited. He was breathing hard, whispering something unintelligible, and his penis stood like stone. I jumped on the dick and started jumping, raging, scratching, biting the precious flesh. Anticipating an orgasm, I grabbed my husband by the hair and, pulling forcefully, came with a scream. Stas howled, splashed out into me and fell silent.
Slipping off my husband, wet, with streaks of sperm on my thighs, I went to the kitchen and brought two bottles of wine from there. Stas looked at me stunned:
- Ksan, what was that?
- It was just the beginning. I need the whole night, do you remember? Drink some wine, rest, and I’ll get back to business.
Last night I rode my husband three times and came on his face twice. Now he sleeps like the dead. Does he have the strength to get a divorce - at least today?
#DaphneMaracas
