My first wedding.

Unread post by **Veronica** » 30 Mar 2023, 19:43

I’ll warn you right away: I didn’t study at the Faculty of Journalism, and I’m not a member of the Writers’ Union. So don’t judge harshly. There’s no need to talk about Kashchenko, so you can write all the masters of erotic literature there.
Why did you decide to write? One of my good friends from the site asked.
So the story is about how the wedding evening went after the solemn registration of the marriage. This is a story, of course almost all made up, but based on real facts that came to me.
Everything was ready for the wedding: rings, of course a dress for the bride, a room was booked in a cafe nearby. The dress was magnificent - not long, just above the knees, see-through. There was no veil (what a veil, if it had happened before and it pleased more than one, and in all the holes. The groom probably guessed about my past, a small town, although it was weird in the regional center. ).
Registration was completed and we arrived at the cafe. Toastmaster, etc. as usual.
I can’t drink, especially fortified drinks, I’m going crazy. Therefore, I’m content with something dry. (This is actually true).
The ceremonial part was over, gifts were collected, we ate and drank. The older part of the guests left. The champagne went to my head. I asked my husband, what if I take off my underwear, it’s too hot?
He happily agreed.
Running into the toilet, she took off her hated bra and panties. I looked in the mirror and it was great. The nipples are visible, the dark triangle of hair is also noticeable.
She returned to the guests. Here comes the bride. I twirled in front of the audience, everyone was delighted.
My husband immediately said in his ear, “I want you.” Right now.
Wait, she answered, we have the whole night ahead.
We sat down at the tables again, toasted, drank, had a snack. I quickly became tipsy (later I found out that they added vodka to my wine). Dancing.
The witness invited me. A slow dance. The alcohol was starting to take effect. That’s why she didn’t immediately remove his hand from her butt.
They were still drinking and dancing. Slow dance again. I danced with my husband’s friend. I felt his hand on my bare bottom, under my dress. Nice, I’ll continue dancing. I noticed the happy faces of those present. I realized that my partner, putting his hand on his butt, lifted the hem of his dress, so that she was dancing dressed only to the waist from above.
I liked it, especially since the new husband also smiled and showed his thumb.
I I clung even closer to my partner.
At the next dance, this time with my husband, he lifted my dress with his hands, hugging me behind my back, that is, I was practically naked, only my breasts were covered.
I I stopped, the alcohol took effect. And she completely took off her dress. I hugged my husband and we continued dancing. Nobody danced anymore except me. I was in great demand. The partners put their hands between my legs, kneading my breasts.
One took his hand out of me, he already stroked my lips, shouted, and the bride was already wet.
They put me on the floor, someone had already laid out the tablecloth .
I no longer cared where I was or whose wedding it was. I just wanted to feel the dick inside me. Someone had already spread my legs, bent at the knees, and I felt how my labia were parting, letting in a member. Others squeezed my breasts.
My husband kissed me on the lips and eyes. You are great, Nika. The witness, and it was him, continued to fuck me. I finished and became aroused again. Then they put me on my knees. They fucked doggy style, I didn’t see who, and I didn’t see whose dick I was sucking. They changed like in a kaleidoscope, now fat, now big, now small. I swallowed something, if they came in me, I spat something out, someone came on my face. The rear ones were also changed. The butt has already started moving. I collapsed in exhaustion. How many did you accept? I still don’t know
My husband picked me up and dragged me into the shower room for the cafe workers. He washed me.
Well, how do you like my wedding gift? Liked? If you want, they will continue.
Take me home. I took it. On Monday I wrote an application for divorce.
A month later I was divorced. The son was given his father’s middle name, Alekseevich, with a dash in the father column.
Such was the long family life.
You need to register to see the link.

Unread post by **Beautiful** » 30 Mar 2023, 21:54

Veronika: 30 Mar 2023, 19:43 I’ll warn you right away: I didn’t study at the Faculty of Journalism, and I’m not a member of the Writers’ Union. So don’t judge harshly. There’s no need to talk about Kashchenko, so you can write all the masters of erotic literature there.
Why did you decide to write? One of my good friends from the site asked.
So the story is about how the wedding evening went after the solemn registration of the marriage. This is a story, of course almost all made up, but based on real facts that came to me.
Everything was ready for the wedding: rings, of course a dress for the bride, a room was booked in a cafe nearby. The dress was magnificent - not long, just above the knees, see-through. There was no veil (what a veil, if it had happened before and it pleased more than one, and in all the holes. The groom probably guessed about my past, a small town, although it was weird in the regional center. ).
Registration was completed and we arrived at the cafe. Toastmaster, etc. as usual.
I can’t drink, especially fortified drinks, I’m going crazy. Therefore, I’m content with something dry. (This is actually true).
The ceremonial part was over, gifts were collected, we ate and drank. The older part of the guests left. The champagne went to my head. I asked my husband, what if I take off my underwear, it’s too hot?
He happily agreed.
Running into the toilet, she took off her hated bra and panties. I looked in the mirror and it was great. The nipples are visible, the dark triangle of hair is also noticeable.
She returned to the guests. Here comes the bride. I twirled in front of the audience, everyone was delighted.
My husband immediately said in his ear, “I want you.” Right now.
Wait, she answered, we have the whole night ahead.
We sat down at the tables again, toasted, drank, had a snack. I quickly became tipsy (later I found out that they added vodka to my wine). Dancing.
The witness invited me. A slow dance. The alcohol was starting to take effect. That’s why she didn’t immediately remove his hand from her butt.
They were still drinking and dancing. Slow dance again. I danced with my husband’s friend. I felt his hand on my bare bottom, under my dress. Nice, I’ll continue dancing. I noticed the happy faces of those present. I realized that my partner, putting his hand on his butt, lifted the hem of his dress, so that she was dancing dressed only to the waist from above.
I liked it, especially since the new husband also smiled and showed his thumb.
I I clung even closer to my partner.
At the next dance, this time with my husband, he lifted my dress with his hands, hugging me behind my back, that is, I was practically naked, only my breasts were covered.
I I stopped, the alcohol took effect. And she completely took off her dress. I hugged my husband and we continued dancing. Nobody danced anymore except me. I was in great demand. The partners put their hands between my legs, kneading my breasts.
One took his hand out of me, he already stroked my lips, shouted, and the bride was already wet.
They put me on the floor, someone had already laid out the tablecloth .
I no longer cared where I was or whose wedding it was. I just wanted to feel the dick inside me. Someone had already spread my legs, bent at the knees, and I felt how my labia were parting, letting in a member. Others squeezed my breasts.
My husband kissed me on the lips and eyes. You are great, Nika. The witness, and it was him, continued to fuck me. I finished and became aroused again. Then they put me on my knees. They fucked doggy style, I didn’t see who, and I didn’t see whose dick I was sucking. They changed like in a kaleidoscope, now fat, now big, now small. I swallowed something, if they came in me, I spat something out, someone came on my face. The rear ones were also changed. The butt has already started moving. I collapsed in exhaustion. How many did you accept? I still don’t know
My husband picked me up and dragged me into the shower room for the cafe workers. He washed me.
Well, how do you like my wedding gift? Liked? If you want, they will continue.
Take me home. I took it. On Monday I wrote an application for divorce.
A month later I was divorced. The son was given his father’s middle name, Alekseevich, with a dash in the father column.
Such was the long family life.
You need to register to see the link.

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Unread post by **Merit** » 30 Mar 2023, 22:05

I liked it, it’s erotic, but that doesn’t mean the author is a whore. This is a story, albeit written in the first person, although, as I read her revelations, she does not deny that, in her words, she is a whore.

Unread post by **Lada R** » 30 Mar 2023, 22:22

I remembered an old bearded joke -

Toastmaster: Who hasn’t tr* yet? :l bride
from the crowd: Me!
Toastmaster: you are the groom, calm down, you still have time

Unread post by **Merit** » 30 Mar 2023, 22:48

I’m still impressed by the story.
So what if the girl has such a past, but she fell in love since she decided to get pregnant. I wanted to create a family - a natural desire for a woman. I was waiting for the miracle of family life. And this freak, the groom, knowing about her past, probably deliberately wanted to disgrace her, and knew her attitude towards alcohol.
If she had friends, she would have to give the groom such a hard time that he would then not be able to marry again, only in I’d give my ass

Unread post by **Wolffr** » 30 Mar 2023, 23:55

Byutiful, from whores as you put it, then there are very beautiful wives !!!!

Merit: 30 Mar 2023, 22:48 If she had friends, she would have to give the groom such a hard time that he wouldn’t be able to get married again, he’d just give her the ass

This is not a husband, but a traitor, he has been turned into a eunuch!!!

31 Mar 2023, 00:43

What’s on the sober mind is on the drunk’s tongue... the author does not deny that she has a slutty pussy.

Someone, drunk, climbs out of the window and doesn’t even think about dicks. For example, I had this story... I was sitting in an open window with my legs hanging out onto the street... a long time ago... when I was a student. She was frozen, the hops had disappeared from her head. She closed the window and went to bed)

Unread post by **Wolffr** » 31 Mar 2023, 00:47

When they continued to ask Him, He bowed down and said to them: He who is without sin among you, let him be the first to throw a stone at her.
Gospel of John 8:7 - John 8:7
Do not judge people and you will not be judged!!!

Unread post by **Beautiful** » 31 Mar 2023, 00:53

Wolffr: 30 Mar 2023, 23:55 Byutiful, from whores as you put it , then there are very beautiful wives!!!!
Merit: 30 Mar 2023, 22:48 If she had friends, she would have to give the groom such a hard time that he wouldn’t be able to get married again, he’d just give her the ass
This is not a husband, but a traitor, he is naked as a eunuch!!!

I have nothing against whores, on the contrary, I like them))

Unread post by **The passage** » 31 Mar 2023, 01:36

Veronika: 30 Mar 2023, 19:43 I’ll warn you right away: I didn’t study at the Faculty of Journalism, and I’m not a member of the Writers’ Union. So don’t judge harshly. There’s no need to talk about Kashchenko, so you can write all the masters of erotic literature there.
Why did you decide to write? One of my good friends from the site asked.
So the story is about how the wedding evening went after the solemn registration of the marriage. This is a story, of course almost all made up, but based on real facts that came to me.
Everything was ready for the wedding: rings, of course a dress for the bride, a room was booked in a cafe nearby. The dress was magnificent - not long, just above the knees, see-through. There was no veil (what a veil, if it had happened before and it pleased more than one, and in all the holes. The groom probably guessed about my past, a small town, although it was weird in the regional center. ).
Registration was completed and we arrived at the cafe. Toastmaster, etc. as usual.
I can’t drink, especially fortified drinks, I’m going crazy. Therefore, I’m content with something dry. (This is actually true).
The ceremonial part was over, gifts were collected, we ate and drank. The older part of the guests left. The champagne went to my head. I asked my husband, what if I take off my underwear, it’s too hot?
He happily agreed.
Running into the toilet, she took off her hated bra and panties. I looked in the mirror and it was great. The nipples are visible, the dark triangle of hair is also noticeable.
She returned to the guests. Here comes the bride. I twirled in front of the audience, everyone was delighted.
My husband immediately said in his ear, “I want you.” Right now.
Wait, she answered, we have the whole night ahead.
We sat down at the tables again, toasted, drank, had a snack. I quickly became tipsy (later I found out that they added vodka to my wine). Dancing.
The witness invited me. A slow dance. The alcohol was starting to take effect. That’s why she didn’t immediately remove his hand from her butt.
They were still drinking and dancing. Slow dance again. I danced with my husband’s friend. I felt his hand on my bare bottom, under my dress. Nice, I’ll continue dancing. I noticed the happy faces of those present. I realized that my partner, putting his hand on his butt, lifted the hem of his dress, so that she was dancing dressed only to the waist from above.
I liked it, especially since the new husband also smiled and showed his thumb.
I I clung even closer to my partner.
At the next dance, this time with my husband, he lifted my dress with his hands, hugging me behind my back, that is, I was practically naked, only my breasts were covered.
I I stopped, the alcohol took effect. And she completely took off her dress. I hugged my husband and we continued dancing. Nobody danced anymore except me. I was in great demand. The partners put their hands between my legs, kneading my breasts.
One took his hand out of me, he already stroked my lips, shouted, and the bride was already wet.
They put me on the floor, someone had already laid out the tablecloth .
I no longer cared where I was or whose wedding it was. I just wanted to feel the dick inside me. Someone had already spread my legs, bent at the knees, and I felt how my labia were parting, letting in a member. Others squeezed my breasts.
My husband kissed me on the lips and eyes. You are great, Nika. The witness, and it was him, continued to fuck me. I finished and became aroused again. Then they put me on my knees. They fucked doggy style, I didn’t see who, and I didn’t see whose dick I was sucking. They changed like in a kaleidoscope, now fat, now big, now small. I swallowed something, if they came in me, I spat something out, someone came on my face. The rear ones were also changed. The butt has already started moving. I collapsed in exhaustion. How many did you accept? I still don’t know
My husband picked me up and dragged me into the shower room for the cafe workers. He washed me.
Well, how do you like my wedding gift? Liked? If you want, they will continue.
Take me home. I took it. On Monday I wrote an application for divorce.
A month later I was divorced. The son was given his father’s middle name, Alekseevich, with a dash in the father column.
Such was the long family life.
You need to register to see the link.

Зарисовка похожа на порноролик. Ни чувств, ни эмоций, ни мыслей. Сухое перечисление событий. Поэтому оценить рассказ не могу.
Веро-ника, Скажи, а что тебе дал статус матери одиночки? Желательно поконкретнее, в цифрах. И, что ты рассказывала сыну про отца? Ты же не могла сказать, что не знаешь даже приблизительно, кто его отец? А, он же наверняка спрашивал.

Unread post by **Veronica** » 31 Mar 2023, 01:41

I have never been a single mother. There weren’t even any thoughts. I didn’t think about money, but I have a father, Alexey.

Unread post by **The passage** » 31 Mar 2023, 01:45

Veronika: 31 Mar 2023, 01:41 I have never been a single mother. There weren’t even any thoughts. I didn’t think about money, but my father is Alexey.

You wrote that the story is fictional, but based on real facts. What’s real there? Is the fact that you got married and the fact that you got divorced fictitious?

Unread post by **Ded** » 31 Mar 2023, 01:50

Veronica, Veronica, you are lovely, like a mother and as a woman, you won’t find anyone like you during the day! Any man will follow you through thick and thin, and I am convinced that even some women are also in love with you! I admire you!

Unread post by **Veronica** » 31 Mar 2023, 01:52

Everything is real. And my past, and the setup from my “husband”. And the wedding, and the divorce, and what happened then in the second month. The action itself was invented. And the fact that his friends fucked me, the three of them, is a fact.
You can think of it - rasskaz18.ru.

Unread post by **Wolffr** » 31 Mar 2023, 01:55

Veronica, for honesty and straightforwardness, respect! !!!

Unread post by **Ded** » 31 Mar 2023, 02:02

Veronica, I read your stories with great pleasure ! It is certainly a pity that it is impossible to meet such a woman! And the most important thing is to have such a wife, mother or mother-in-law! That is very great happiness!

Unread post by **The passage** » 31 Mar 2023, 02:45

Veronika: 31 Mar 2023, 01:52 Everything is real. And my past, and the setup from my “husband”. And the wedding, and the divorce, and what happened then in the second month. The action itself was invented. And the fact that his friends fucked me, the three of them, is a fact.
Can you think of it - rasskaz18.ru.

Did he pay you alimony?

Unread post by **Veronica** » 31 Mar 2023, 02:50

He is not the father of my son and I don’t want him to get closer. I don’t need his money, just like he doesn’t need his son. Moreover, he is already an officer and a senior leader.
I raised him, and my parents, and my father, Alexey Petrovich, do you understand?

Unread post by **The passage** » 31 Mar 2023, 02:53

Veronika: 31 Mar 2023, 02:50 He is not the father of his son and I don’t want him to get close. I don’t need his money, just like he doesn’t need his son. Moreover, he is already an officer and a senior leader.

And what did you raise him for then? Was she sitting on her parents’ necks?

Unread post by **Veronica** » 31 Mar 2023, 03:00

I didn’t have time to finish writing, you didn’t have time to read. I studied full-time, then part-time. And she worked constantly. It’s a pity my father is no longer here. Then she also gave birth to a daughter, without a husband. She is now 21 years old. Are you so weak without your husband? I’m strong. And you don’t need to catch me on trifles, I don’t remember a lot, maybe you’ll ask for dates? Don’t make me angry, I’m angry and mad.

Sent after 14 minutes :
Marinka, I thought, and I hope so, I just didn’t finish reading the message that you smart woman responded to. Did you understand the hint about my father? Why are children like me Alekseich. And who always helped me.

Unread post by **The passage** » 31 Mar 2023, 03:37

Veronika: 31 Mar 2023, 03:14 I didn’t have time to finish writing, you didn’t have time to read. I studied full-time, then part-time. And she worked constantly. It’s a pity my father is no longer here. Then she also gave birth to a daughter, without a husband. She is now 21 years old. Are you so weak without your husband? I’m strong. And you don’t need to catch me on trifles, I don’t remember a lot, maybe you’ll ask for dates? Don’t make me angry, I’m angry and mad.

Sent after 14 minutes :
Marinka, I thought, and I hope so, I just didn’t finish reading the message that you smart woman responded to. Did you understand the hint about my father? Why are children like me Alekseich. And who always helped me.

I don’t catch you with little things. I just don’t believe you, not at all.

Unread post by **Veronica** » 31 Mar 2023, 03:50

Your right, I don’t believe myself, such a life is only in the buster block. When I look back, it’s terrible how I lived. You weren’t raped on the island by your classmates at the physics department, where there were six girls for 16 guys, there were seven. But fuck six. They weren’t dragged around the dorm from room to room. Didn’t fuck in the audience at a lecture on general physics?
I agree, it’s hard to believe, but it happened. And everything that I wrote happened. And what happened at my daughter’s wedding happened. And how my mother was raped by two Africans. Can you tell me where the blacks in the Saratov region come from? Think and find the answer yourself. But there was not a word of lie. Exaggerations, yes. But not a lie. For now, but you have to trust people, not everyone is as correct as you.

Unread post by **The passage** » 31 Mar 2023, 03:53

Veronika: 31 Mar 2023, 03:50 Your right, I don’t believe myself, such a life is only in the buster block. When I look back, it’s terrible how I lived. You weren’t raped on the island by your classmates at the physics department, where there were six girls for 16 guys, there were seven. But fuck six. They weren’t dragged around the dorm from room to room. Didn’t fuck in the audience at a lecture on general physics?
I agree, it’s hard to believe, but it happened. And everything that I wrote happened. And what happened at my daughter’s wedding happened. And how my mother was raped by two Africans. Can you tell me where the blacks in the Saratov region come from? Think and find the answer yourself. But there was not a word of lie. Exaggerations, yes. But not a lie. For now, but you have to trust people, not everyone is as correct as you.

I also live in the Saratov region, but I have this feeling that you and I live on different planets.

Unread post by **Veronica** » 31 Mar 2023, 04:03

The weird thing, if you call it that, started in Saratov, where they fucked me, at SGU. I lived in the 4th dormitory on campus, the oldest, by the way, as I described. The audience where I was last fucked during a lecture was in the third building of SSU, also the oldest.
When I dropped out, I transferred to SPI, to the Faculty of AMF (Automotive Mechanics), specialty - EUT (Economics and Transport Management) I no longer moved into a dorm there, where I rented a room on the 6th block. And where the owner raped me when I licked his wife’s pussy. What else do you need? Home address? Or place of work?

Sent after 13 minutes 50 seconds:
Yes, since I’ll guess from the region where you live, only to answer my questions - YES or NO. Agree? But, of course, not villages, but regional centers. So?

Sent after 4 minutes 48 seconds:
Yes, from the previous message, before the last one, I should have understood where I was coming from. If you can think logically. Add up everything that I wrote about today’s life, believe me, and this is a must. And you will know where I come from. Well, now let’s test my intuition and knowledge of the area. Go?

Unread post by **The passage** » 31 Mar 2023, 04:26

Veronika: 31 Mar 2023, 04:22 The weird thing, if you call it that, started in Saratov, where they fucked me, at SSU. I lived in the 4th dormitory on campus, the oldest, by the way, as I described. The audience where I was last fucked during a lecture was in the third building of SSU, also the oldest.
When I dropped out, I transferred to SPI, to the Faculty of AMF (Automotive Mechanics), specialty - EUT (Economics and Transport Management) I no longer moved into a dorm there, where I rented a room on the 6th block. And where the owner raped me when I licked his wife’s pussy. What else do you need? Home address? Or place of work?

Sent after 13 minutes 50 seconds:
Yes, since I’ll guess from the region where you live, only to answer my questions - YES or NO. Agree? But, of course, not villages, but regional centers. So?

Sent after 4 minutes 48 seconds:
Yes, from the previous message, before the last one, I should have understood where I was coming from. If you can think logically. Add up everything that I wrote about today’s life, believe me, and this is a must. And you will know where I come from. Well, now let’s test my intuition and knowledge of the area. Let’s go?

You are from Volsk.

Unread post by **Veronica** » 31 Mar 2023, 04:31

You can think whenever you want, smart girl. I knew that you are not an ordinary girl who wants to have fun on the site, however, that’s what I do. Once again, well done, I’ll invite you to be my friend, if you don’t mind.

Unread post by **Honey_bunny** » 31 Mar 2023, 04:36

I’m afraid to imagine what the second wedding was/will be like))))

Unread post by **Veronica** » 31 Mar 2023, 04:39

There was already. But more modest. Registration without fanfare, just signed. But when we celebrated the registration of my husband’s house in the village, something happened. It’s not my fault, and not my husband’s.

Unread post by **Beautiful** » 31 Mar 2023, 04:49

Veronika: 31 Mar 2023, 04:03 The weird thing, if you call it that, started in Saratov, where they fucked me, at SSU. I lived in the 4th dormitory on campus, the oldest, by the way, as I described. The audience where I was last fucked during a lecture was in the third building of SSU, also the oldest.
When I dropped out, I transferred to SPI, to the Faculty of AMF (Automotive Mechanics), specialty - EUT (Economics and Transport Management) I no longer moved into a dorm there, where I rented a room on the 6th block. And where the owner raped me when I licked his wife’s pussy. What else do you need? Home address? Or a place of work?

an interesting life, something to remember)

Sent after 10 minutes 1 second:
I remember there was a “combination” group at the end of the 80s. There were girls from Saratov there. What hot girls in Saratov!

Unread post by **Veronica** » 31 Mar 2023, 05:02

Better than Slovaks, Poles, and Japanese, even though they are considered the most beautiful on the planet. Here we are with Marinka, super.
Yes, also write in "Integral", "Na-na", Leshchenko, Yankovsky, Tabakov, and many others. The Saratov region is a storehouse of talent.

Unread post by **Beautiful** » 31 Mar 2023, 06:01

Veronika: 31 Mar 2023, 05:02 It’s better than Slovaks, Poles, and Japanese, even though they are considered the most beautiful on the planet. Here we are with Marinka, super.
Yes, also write in "Integral", "Na-na", Leshchenko, Yankovsky, Tabakov, and many others. The Saratov region is a storehouse of talent.

If you remember anything more naughty, write, I’ll read it with pleasure)

Unread post by **Veronica** » 31 Mar 2023, 07:36

I remembered once about art. I was fucked at the Opera and Ballet Theater in Saratov. Well, you know the amphitheater. So in the last row I gave in. The opera was like Don Carlos or something like that. I’m not an expert in operas. We went there for free after the rehearsal. Our dance ensemble "Friendship" rehearsed there. That’s where I gave myself up. With music, great.

Sent after 22 minutes 20 seconds: Marinka, I realized what was wrong. When you write a story, you experience everything in a new way, you are excited, and a retelling is a retelling. Not a soul, just facts, I agree with you. I won’t go into any more retellings. Would you like the original address, thank you, otherwise the writer like that would crap herself while praising herself. That’s why I removed the fiction - there is no life, just like now. Thank you again, fellow countrywoman.

Unread post by **niqk** » 31 Mar 2023, 08:09

Veronika: 31 Mar 2023, 07:36 I remembered, once about art. I was fucked at the Opera and Ballet Theater in Saratov. Well, you know the amphitheater. So in the last row I gave in. The opera was like Don Carlos or something like that. I’m not an expert in operas. We went there for free after the rehearsal. Our dance ensemble "Friendship" rehearsed there. That’s where I gave myself up. With music, great.

Yes, music is a great thing! With music, everything comes together somehow by itself. And dancing, and fucking, and...
By the way, I liked your story. And I sympathize with his heroine...

Unread post by **Tamerlane** » 31 Mar 2023, 10:44

It seems like a fantasy to me.
This couldn’t happen at any wedding.

Unread post by **Ahtung** » 20 Apr 2023, 14:56

Hmmm, I heard this story from the owner of the club, where the bride was visited in a circle at a wedding, he even named the groom’s first and last name. He says I’m sitting in the office, a waitress in an acher runs in and says the bride is being fucked there. He says where? Yes, right in the hall, he also came out and went nuts. Anything can happen.

Unread post by **Sibiryak89** » 20 Apr 2023, 15:53

Veronika: 30 Mar 2023, 19:43 I’ll warn you right away: I didn’t study at the Faculty of Journalism, and I’m not a member of the Writers’ Union. So don’t judge harshly. There’s no need to talk about Kashchenko, so you can write all the masters of erotic literature there.
Why did you decide to write? One of my good friends from the site asked.
So the story is about how the wedding evening went after the solemn registration of the marriage. This is a story, of course almost all made up, but based on real facts that came to me.
Everything was ready for the wedding: rings, of course a dress for the bride, a room was booked in a cafe nearby. The dress was magnificent - not long, just above the knees, see-through. There was no veil (what a veil, if it had happened before and it pleased more than one, and in all the holes. The groom probably guessed about my past, a small town, although it was weird in the regional center. ).
Registration was completed and we arrived at the cafe. Toastmaster, etc. as usual.
I can’t drink, especially fortified drinks, I’m going crazy. Therefore, I’m content with something dry. (This is actually true).
The ceremonial part was over, gifts were collected, we ate and drank. The older part of the guests left. The champagne went to my head. I asked my husband, what if I take off my underwear, it’s too hot?
He happily agreed.
Running into the toilet, she took off her hated bra and panties. I looked in the mirror and it was great. The nipples are visible, the dark triangle of hair is also noticeable.
She returned to the guests. Here comes the bride. I twirled in front of the audience, everyone was delighted.
My husband immediately said in his ear, “I want you.” Right now.
Wait, she answered, we have the whole night ahead.
We sat down at the tables again, toasted, drank, had a snack. I quickly became tipsy (later I found out that they added vodka to my wine). Dancing.
The witness invited me. A slow dance. The alcohol was starting to take effect. That’s why she didn’t immediately remove his hand from her butt.
They were still drinking and dancing. Slow dance again. I danced with my husband’s friend. I felt his hand on my bare bottom, under my dress. Nice, I’ll continue dancing. I noticed the happy faces of those present. I realized that my partner, putting his hand on his butt, lifted the hem of his dress, so that she was dancing dressed only to the waist from above.
I liked it, especially since the new husband also smiled and showed his thumb.
I I clung even closer to my partner.
At the next dance, this time with my husband, he lifted my dress with his hands, hugging me behind my back, that is, I was practically naked, only my breasts were covered.
I I stopped, the alcohol took effect. And she completely took off her dress. I hugged my husband and we continued dancing. Nobody danced anymore except me. I was in great demand. The partners put their hands between my legs, kneading my breasts.
One took his hand out of me, he already stroked my lips, shouted, and the bride was already wet.
They put me on the floor, someone had already laid out the tablecloth .
I no longer cared where I was or whose wedding it was. I just wanted to feel the dick inside me. Someone had already spread my legs, bent at the knees, and I felt how my labia were parting, letting in a member. Others squeezed my breasts.
My husband kissed me on the lips and eyes. You are great, Nika. The witness, and it was him, continued to fuck me. I finished and became aroused again. Then they put me on my knees. They fucked doggy style, I didn’t see who, and I didn’t see whose dick I was sucking. They changed like in a kaleidoscope, now fat, now big, now small. I swallowed something, if they came in me, I spat something out, someone came on my face. The rear ones were also changed. The butt has already started moving. I collapsed in exhaustion. How many did you accept? I still don’t know
My husband picked me up and dragged me into the shower room for the cafe workers. He washed me.
Well, how do you like my wedding gift? Liked? If you want, they will continue.
Take me home. I took it. On Monday I wrote an application for divorce.
A month later I was divorced. The son was given his father’s middle name, Alekseevich, with a dash in the father column.
Such was the long family life.
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Мне, лично мне, неинтересно все слюни, что вы несёте...

Unread post by **Veronica** » 22 Apr 2023, 04:21

If it’s not interesting, don’t read it. But my story is popular on another site.
I’ll add one more thing.
As I understand, there are practically no real stories on this site.
Basically the fantasies of site participants who want these dreams to come true .
I don’t see anything wrong with this. A person expresses his dream come true. Without this, there would be nothing to read. So shut up truth lovers.

Unread post by **Serg_A** » 22 Apr 2023, 05:50

Veronika: 22 Apr 2023, 04:21 If it’s not interesting, don’t read it. But my story is popular on another site.
I’ll add one more thing.
As I understand, there are practically no real stories on this site.
Basically the fantasies of site participants who want these dreams to come true.
I don’t see anything bad in this. A person expresses his dream come true. Without this, there would be nothing to read. So shut up truth lovers

Well, I understand that you are a sexy girl, but you described your sexual stories not as something pleasant, but as a series rape...

Unread post by **Veronica** » 22 Apr 2023, 05:57

You know, good things are forgotten. But bad things are remembered for a long time. And you won’t be interested in reading about good things. But in reality there were few rapes. Sometimes, and most often she herself wanted: oh no, but she spread her legs.
And read my stories - the period from 13 to 44 years is long. So it’s not a series. And take any woman and ask honestly and frankly - she will have no less than mine during such a period.
Take this same wedding. You can’t drink, but... I already wanted everyone. Rape? No.
I drink wine slowly. But pour me some strong vodka or cognac, 100-150 grams. I will strip naked and pester men (verified). Something with the psyche, I don’t know.

Unread post by **Serg_A** » 22 Apr 2023, 06:13

Veronika: 22 Apr 2023, 05:57 You won’t be interested in reading about good things

In fact, this is very sad.

Veronika : 22 Apr 2023, 05:57 most often I wanted it myself: oh no, but I spread my legs.

And, well, it’s clear, it’s kind of like forced sex, but it feels super

Unread post by **Ded** » 22 Apr 2023, 06:23

This is life, and in life anything happens! And the most important thing in life is to have a reliable shoulder with which you can move on, regardless of what happened or in the future! If there is such a person who will always be there and you can rely on him, then life is not terrible, and any difficulties are not worth much!

Unread post by **Serg_A** » 22 Apr 2023, 06:23

Veronika: 22 Apr 2023, 05:57 I’m slowly drinking wine. But pour me some strong vodka or cognac, 100-150 grams. I’ll strip naked, I’ll

You need to be more careful with alcohol. I know such people, some of them drank themselves.

Vero-nika: 22 Apr 2023, 05:57 And ask any woman honestly and frankly - she will have no less than me in such a period

Well, I know that after this all desire for sex may disappear.

Unread post by **Veronica** » 22 Apr 2023, 06:24

I’ll write frankly, there are very few faithful wives. You will never find out about cheating. Just lock him in the house. And then—darling, I’m bored being alone—get me a dog, but a bigger one, or better yet, a horse. Do you think she will ride it? Right now.

Unread post by **Milena69** » 22 Apr 2023, 06:30

We were getting married when my husband asked for a corset without a bodice))))

Unread post by **Veronica** » 22 Apr 2023, 06:32

I didn’t sleep too much. You can’t, I know, but that doesn’t mean that she’s a lover of the green snake. That I’m holding myself back, not at all. Some people just took advantage of this shortcoming of mine.
Right now I’m sitting, drinking semi-dry. Fine. Weekend. My husband knows, she warned me, and checked it himself when his friend stayed with us for several days. I slept with two (good, to be honest). If I were a sheikh, I would have a male harem at home, but I wouldn’t please one for the night. Let several husbands rejoice overnight.

Unread post by **Ded** » 22 Apr 2023, 06:42

Veronica, Just in time you raised this question , about wife’s fidelity! For me, this is the biggest mystery, even more than Atlantis! No matter how hard I tried to at least find out about my wife’s infidelities, nothing happened! As if there is no betrayal, but in fact there is! Only she carefully hides it! Although the sexwife theme is very exciting!

Unread post by **Serg_A** » 22 Apr 2023, 06:45

Veronika: 22 Apr 2023, 06:32 Let several husbands rejoice overnight

Yes, your hypersexuality is powerful.

Unread post by **Ded** » 22 Apr 2023, 06:57

Veronika, A woman who gives joy! A dream, not a woman!

Unread post by **Veronica** » 22 Apr 2023, 07:04

I haven’t had much family life, but take at least my last wedding in September. I didn’t think about cheating, but I could have pushed my sleeping husband away and not succumbed to the caresses of his younger brother. But no, she also allowed the two of them to fuck her in the hallway, even though only three days after registration.
Still, we have a whore in us.
I don’t believe in such proper wives. My mother was honest until she was fucked by two blacks. She went crazy (I explained more than once about the blacks; we had many people from Africa who studied with us). That in the military school, even women are studying alone now, and in the pedagogical school there are girls (ours fuck them for nothing).

Unread post by **Serg_A** » 22 Apr 2023, 07:16

Veronika: 22 Apr 2023, 07:04 Still, we have the fucking built into us.
I don’t believe in such proper wives

Not for everyone. But not because of their “highly moral” qualities, but because they simply cannot physically. I look at women after 40-45, half of them are already just “evil dead”, all they have left of their feminine appearance is their appearance, and that’s not God knows what.

My first wedding.

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