My story.

[bez comments]

Somehow, while looking through Internet pages and forums, I came across a forum where women share their experiences and impressions of relationships with different men and lovers. And how do these meetings differ from their husbands, and how do they ultimately end? It was honestly interesting to read what others had to say about it. I want to describe my experience as a parting word or warning for others. And let everyone decide for themselves whether you need this, or whether you should stop and think carefully about whether it’s worth doing.
But everything is in order.
I was twenty-eight then, I had already been married for eight years, and we already had two children. I worked at the post office as an operator and additionally worked as a cleaner in the district committee. The work suited me quite well; after the main job, I washed the floors in the district committee for another two, two and a half hours. In general, it was not very hard, and the income was not bad, from two jobs one hundred and ninety rubles, which was very good for those times. Plus my husband’s salary is two hundred and ten rubles; he worked as a refrigeration unit operator at a milk plant. He worked in the district committee as the head of the technical department, or, more simply put, responsible for order, rags and buckets with mops, a man in his fifties. Tall, slender and quite handsome. One day, my husband and I had a big fight. He wanted to have sex, but I didn’t get much pleasure from it, I angrily pushed him away and turned away. In short, we probably didn’t talk for more than a month. So in the morning, silently, we gather the children for kindergarten, silently, we have lunch. My husband picks up the children from kindergarten, since I am at my second job at the time. I probably didn’t look right, because the head of the department started asking what happened.
I didn’t say anything for two days, silently, I washed the floors, he closed the building, and we went home. There was nothing to clean except the floors. The building was old, so he carried water from a pump and heated it with a boiler. The toilet was also outside, so I’ll wipe the dust, wash the floors and that’s it. There were times when there was a lot of work at the post office, and of course I got tired. I came to the district committee, in the manager’s office there was a small, half-liter teapot, a decanter, two glasses, and in the cupboard there was tea leaves, sugar, and cookies. I’ll put the kettle on, drink some tea and get to work. And this time I also put the kettle on, the caretaker came, we drank tea, and something broke out in me, I began to tell him what was the matter.
He listened and said, “don’t be upset, everything will pass, make peace and everything will be the same." This went on for about a week and somehow the person became like family, he didn’t let you be sad, he sympathized. Then, somehow by accident, he pressed himself against me, I didn’t attach any importance to it, but it was nice. Two days later, after drinking tea, he hugged me. I didn’t push him away, and he kissed me and began to feel my breasts. For some reason, I felt so pleased that my stomach felt cold, and then my hand fell on his pants. And I felt his big erect penis. I pulled my hand back.
He said: “that I excite him greatly” - and at that moment, probably from great tension, a button on his fly came off and hit the table leg with a ringing sound.
He blushed and said: “I’m sorry, don’t think that this is on purpose.”
We sat for a while, and I offered to sew on a button for him, but he began to refuse.
“I’ll sew it at home myself,” he said. I felt somehow uncomfortable, because in fact this was my fault.
“Well, you shouldn’t walk around the village with your fly unbuttoned”: I told him and insisted that he give me his pants to sew on a button. He began to take off his pants, and then his penis came out of his pants. I’ve never seen anything like this before: it was twenty centimeters long and probably five or six centimeters thick, like the handle of a shovel, and curved almost like a crescent. And then a thought arose in my head: I wonder what a woman feels when having sex with this size. My husband is no more than twelve centimeters and not very fat, well, no more than three centimeters. While I was sewing on the button, he sat next to him and continued to stand there, resting on his stomach. Having sewn on a button, I began to hand him my pants, and he took and touched my panties with his hand. I didn’t know how to behave, and I was ashamed, and at the same time it became pleasant and interesting.
Here he suggested: “let’s try, I really want you,” and began to take off my panties. I don’t know what happened to me, but I didn’t resist, and he took off my panties, lifted my dress to my stomach, and sat me on the edge of the table.
“What lush hair you have, it’s as if you wash it with special shampoo.” : he said, touching my pubic hair.
Taking me by the shoulders, he began to lower me onto the table, so that my vagina was on the edge of the table. I had an incomprehensible feeling of something new and pleasant. And then I felt that he began to move his penis along my vagina, spreading my labia up and down, it was something so pleasant that my throat began to dry up. And at that moment something happened that no one expected. From strong excitement, he began to ejaculate, in such large quantities and with pressure that it flooded all my vegetation through and through, the seed flowed down my vagina onto the table and the floor, and the streams continued to fly out with pressure, hitting my perineum. There was so much semen that puddles formed on the table and floor. So it didn’t work out for us. I sat on the table, my entire stomach was filled, and I was still sitting in a puddle of hot semen. And the funny thing is that we have nothing except a rag with which I wipe the dust and a floor rag, we don’t even have anything to wipe the table with. And the seed turned out to be so thick and sticky like glue. I got off the table and my seed began to flow down my legs, and he stood red and apologized. Without wearing panties, I quickly wiped the seed onto the floor with a cloth and began to remove it from the floor.
“I’ll come early tomorrow morning and wash the table, just forgive me, I really didn’t want this to happen”: He said.
I had no choice but to wipe my belly, my hair and vagina with my panties. At work there is no water, no toilet, nowhere to wash, and no need to wash from the bucket in which I wash the floors. The panties were soaked through with semen, no matter how much you squeeze it out.
“Where did you get so much of it? My husband will probably have that much in just a month”: I asked.
“My wife always laid down a towel, and even then there wasn’t enough of it, and there was also enough for the sheets”: He answered.
He put on his underpants and pants, I washed the floors, and we went out, and then bad luck again, there was a strong wind outside, and it was lifting up my dress. I had to put on my soaked panties and go home. It’s a thirty or forty minute walk to the house. Arriving home, I went straight to the bathhouse so that my husband would not notice anything. It turned out to be not so easy to take off the panties; during the walk, the semen dried out, and the panties dried to the pubis, vagina, perineum and butt. I tore them off with a crunch, as if they were glass. It was especially painful to separate from the vegetation; I washed it for about ten minutes until everything was soggy; I was able to wash my panties only the next day. Ten days have passed since that incident. Since we live in the regional center, we all have our own farm, and the first secretary of the district committee slaughtered piglets from the neighboring state farm, but we had to go and pick them up ourselves. I told my husband that I need to go pick it up while they still have it, especially at this price.
“Well, take it and go”: the husband said coldly.
“On what” I asked.
“I find it when I need it,” he answered.
Of course I was offended by such an answer, but remained silent. The next day, the caretaker asked me why we didn’t pick up our piglets.
“nothing,” I answered.
“what about my husband,” he asked.
“But we are still fighting,” I answered.
“Well, then wash the floors, get ready and let’s go, I’m going to get mine today, especially my friend the livestock specialist, we’ll take whatever we want.”
“Then we need to go get the bags”: she said me.
“I don’t need to eat in my car”: he answered.
I quickly washed the floors, and we went to the farm. The farm is about twenty kilometers from the regional center. Driving over a broken grader is torture. And we turned onto the field road. Although it is longer, it does not shake like on a grader. Having driven almost half the road, steam started pouring out of the car, there was a smell of burning, in short, as he said, “the thermostat is stuck,” so the car is boiling and needs to be cooled down. Half a kilometer ahead there was a forest, we slowly reached it and stopped in the cold. He raised the hood and we sat down on the grass to rest; we still had to wait. We were sitting, talking, I looked, his fly was starting to rise, and then he began to touch my breasts again and reached under my dress. He began to kiss me and lay me on the grass, slowly taking off my panties. Taking off his panties, he began to stroke my vagina with his fingers, and here I had such a strong desire that I had never experienced with my husband. I began to unzip his fly myself; his penis was so big, thick, and hot that it could hardly fit in my hand. Then he began to take off his pants and underpants, and we were already lying on the grass, half naked to the waist. The desire was so strong that I began to shake as if I had a bad cold, and my legs began to move apart and rise on their own, exposing her under the penis, he began to move his head up and down on her again. I can’t convey this feeling, it was just a flight in zero gravity. I was so obviously excited that it began to shrink, and he just couldn’t get his huge dick into me. And again the same thing happened, as the first time, a stream of semen hit my pubis with force and flooded all my hair, and yet it was pleasant to feel it. The seed again flowed down the vagina to the butt. Again I had to wipe everything with my panties. Since nothing worked again, we got up, I put on my soaked panties, he put on his pants, and we drove on in silence. That day we didn’t take the piglets, because we arrived too late; there was only a watchman at the farm. We arrived home already late, I washed myself in the bathhouse again, washed my panties, and told my husband that the authorities from the region were coming, so I had to clean everything thoroughly, although he was not particularly interested in this. The next day, when I had already finished cleaning, took out the water, and began to put the bucket with the mop in the closet, he came in, immediately locked the door, took me by the waist and sat me on the table. I took it calmly. Because I was sure that nothing would happen again, only the table would shit on me. He began to kiss me and lay me on the table, after which he took off his panties and began to caress her, I touched his trousers, there, as usual, stood a large and thick penis. I unbuttoned his pants and they fell to the floor; he had no panties on. He took it in his hand and began to move it along the vagina, smoothly trying to enter me, again it did not work, then he parted the lips with his hands and began to slowly insert it. He entered very tightly, but each time deeper and deeper. I began to have a strong desire for him to enter all of me as quickly as possible. And there was also the thought of whether it would all fit. When he fully entered me, he began to touch something, it was so pleasant that it began to dry out my mouth and take my breath away. This went on for about ten minutes, after which he began to increase the speed and introduce it with sharp thrusts. Such bliss washed over me that I began to shiver, and I began to sweat profusely and suffocate. And this went on for about twenty minutes, the clock hung on the opposite wall, with my husband I never had more than seven or eight minutes. It was such bliss and excitement that it cannot be expressed in words, it is something unimaginable, flight, unconsciousness, a simultaneous feeling of heat and cold, it is simply an indescribable feeling, and you want it even deeper and faster. I don’t remember if I moaned or groaned or what. It was then that he told me that I asked even deeper and faster and faster. Then I started having spasms, she began to squeeze my penis when he pulled it out and let it back in freely. But even when she let him in freely, he entered very tightly, and this made her want even more and more. Although it already seemed that everything inside was shaking and vibrating. The desire became stronger and stronger. This went on for another fifteen minutes and suddenly it seemed to me that it became very hot, and his penis began to swell inside me, there was a feeling that a ball was being pumped up inside, and it was pressing on everything. And then it dawned on me that this seed was flowing into me under great pressure, I understood that this could end very badly, but the desire was so strong that I didn’t care, as long as this feeling lasted as long as possible. Then he stopped inserting it, but did not pull it out.
“I couldn’t help myself, what are we going to do”: he said.
“Get my panties”: I said.
“I can’t, I threw them on a chair, I won’t be able to reach them, and if I take them out, I’ll have to wash the whole table and floor again, but I don’t have time.”
“You did it and think about it”: I told him.
And he really found a good solution; next to us on the table there was a decanter and two cut glasses. He took the glass, pressed it near his butt and began to slowly remove his penis. As soon as the penis came out of me, the feeling of pressure immediately disappeared. And I felt that sticky and hot seed began to flow out of me. There was a fire burning between my legs, everything was so hot.
I wanted to get up, but he told me:
“Wait, not everything has flowed out yet, can’t you feel what’s still flowing out.”
“I don’t have anything there, everything is on fire”: I answered.
“Well, it’s not in vain that I tried my best for forty minutes”: he answered.
After lying there for a couple more minutes, I got up, and he gave me a glass, which was a third full of grayish, jelly-like , thick seed. I got off the table, and a large wet and sticky spot formed on it again.
I took a floor rag from the closet and wiped the table with it, he took the glass and threw it outside in the toilet, and the next day he wrote off the glass as broken . I went to bed separately from my husband on the sofa. I was still burning for two days, but the desire was no less. Once again we spent time with him all day in nature two weeks later. My husband and friends went on an overnight fishing trip and should only arrive on Sunday evening. The children were with their mother-in-law and stayed there overnight. He seemed to know about this, called me and offered to stay in nature for a couple of hours. I agreed, only on the condition that we would leave at eleven o’clock and be back by the end of lunch. As agreed, I went outside the village, where he was waiting for me in a car. This time, already knowing all the nuances, I took spare panties and a small towel. We went into the forest about five kilometers from the village, this time there was no embarrassment, so we immediately undressed, and he parted his lips and began to insert it into me, the feeling of unbearable bliss immediately returned to me from his tight entry. This time he didn’t get off me for almost an hour, everything inside me was burning and shaking, my throat was dry, and I was sweating like hail. Again he poured everything into me, there was such pressure that everything was bursting inside, we lay on the blanket for about twenty minutes, we couldn’t catch our breath. Having rested, he entered me again, I don’t remember exactly, but for about fifteen minutes he was definitely in me and again there was a powerful eruption, I was shaking all over, it was difficult to breathe, so we lay there for almost an hour. Everything was on fire, but this made me want even more. We got up and decided to walk a little through the forest, I was running all over my legs, I took a towel and began to bend over to dry my legs, he came up from behind and began to touch my crotch with it, trying to insert it into me. I flatly refused, saying that it’s so big that I’m afraid in this position. We walked through the forest for an hour, not even thinking about the fact that we were completely naked. As we approached the car, we realized that we had no water at all, but we were very thirsty, and at the same time, we again wanted him to enter me. I looked at him, long and thick and so desirable. It neither stood nor lay there, I overpowered myself, took it in my hand and began to knead it, and lo and behold, it began to swell again and become harder and harder, and soon became as hard as a stick. I began to lower myself onto the blanket, and then I realized that I was stuck to it; it was all covered in semen. A larger amount of seed was poured into me. Getting up, I wiped my butt, and he turned over the blanket. We lay down again and he began to insert it into me, after about twenty minutes I passed out. I woke up and I couldn’t figure out what was wrong with me. He probably filled me again, I was again smeared with seed from my stomach, almost to my knees. And we probably fell asleep from fatigue. I looked at the clock, and oh my God, it’s already five o’clock in the evening. I began to wake him up, he also woke up, dumbfounded, not understanding anything, and continued to stand there. Look how long it takes, it’s just a disaster, if my mother-in-law came, I’ll be finished, she may not say anything to her son, but she will have all the cards in her hands, and then she will untie the ropes from me. I was terribly thirsty and hungry, everything was bubbling and burning inside, and at the same time I wanted at least a few more minutes of this happiness. And he took it and inserted it into me again, I began to shake all over again, everything in me began to shrink, there was cold and heat in my stomach, my vagina was burning with fire. This time it was over quickly, only about ten minutes, and he pulled him out of me. Semen flowed out of me again.
The blanket was all smeared, the towel was also sticky. I wiped off the corner of the towel that I could, took the panties and wiped off the remains with them. It’s good that I took spare ones. We quickly got dressed, everything inside me was on fire, my legs and back ached. I hardly got into the car, my legs didn’t obey me, as if they were hanging me up by them, my vagina was burning as if boiling water had been poured over it. We arrived in the village at six o’clock, and I barely made it home. It felt like a log was shoved between my legs. I was lucky, my mother-in-law didn’t come. After this trip, everything hurt for a week, but this was the only and only time I had this. And two weeks later at the medical examination, they told me: “Mother, you’re pregnant with us.” The forest was not in vain. I couldn’t get pregnant from my husband; I hadn’t been with him for more than two months. Here at first I had a stupor, what to do, how to explain this to my husband, whether he would understand me or not, the fear did not leave me for three days. And then, luckily for me, my classmate arrived; she graduated from medical school and works as a gynecologist in the city. She came to visit me, we sat with her all evening. Well, I cried to her about my misfortune, she called me a complete fool because they couldn’t use condoms.
“They couldn’t, when he entered me, I didn’t care anymore. If only it was deeper and faster, my head would completely turn off. “: I answered her.
“Well, I don’t understand this. I’ve never had anything like this happen to me, and it’s not for me to judge you,” she said. I only advised him to tell everything to his partner as it is, without hiding anything. I did so, he persuaded me to give birth, not to have an abortion under any circumstances, and promised to give my entire salary to the maintenance and upbringing of the child.
“And if my husband leaves me, I will be a single mother with three children, at twenty-eight years old,” I said.
“I’ll marry you right away” - no, I said. We have an age difference of more than thirty years, as you can imagine. Three days later I was called to the city, supposedly to check my kidneys, and they performed an abortion. And then I made the right decision. My husband and I still had a strained relationship, he still had a grudge against me, and I couldn’t give him anything regarding sex, because after this incident I stopped perceiving him as a man altogether. Ten years later, he simply silently left for another woman, two years later they had a child, and they still live happily to this day. They built a big house, bought an expensive car, and every year they go on vacation to different resorts. So, for the sake of a few hours of passion and pleasure, having said a few offensive words without thinking, I ruined my life and destroyed my family. Now I have three grandchildren. Children and grandchildren go to their father and grandfather, and he does not reject them, for which we thank him very much. It didn’t work out for me with anyone else, although there were attempts.
So girls, before you do a rash act, think a hundred times whether it’s worth it.

[Sprats in oil!!!]

Yeah, you’re a patient girl. I wouldn’t be able to type that much. In three days, if only.

[Polk]

Sprats in oil!!!, I can’t even finish reading could... Lots of letters)

[Alex_Tash]

Sprats in oil!!!, Polk, write - well, you can. Read it too, although it’s hard.
But I couldn’t have dug up such a necropost at the beginning of 2020. You are monsters!

[Sprats in oil!!!]

Polk, Old stories are the most interesting to read.