Young Wife. Erotica. Юрий Буреве

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      – Thank you, you reassured me.

      They were in the cafe literally twenty-three minutes later, as Vlad realized, looking at his watch, which he never parted with. And he often wondered how people lived without a watch.

      – Good evening.

      – Hi, how are you?

      – Fine. What will you order?

      – I don’t know, you go ahead, you know your menu better, – Vlad said, looking at Natalia and smiling at the waitress, who stood there like a stake driven into the ground, not moving, but after his smile she changed her tension to a free stand, which caused her butt to stick out twice as much as before.

      – How does she do it? – he thought and began to examine her figure, comparing it with the figure of his bride. She was good in places, but overall she was inferior to Natasha.

      Ten minutes later a large jug of tea was brought.

      – Fruity.

      – I love.

      – I like it too, just without sugar. I'll be right there.

      She went towards the bar to say hello to the bartender who had changed shifts, and after the shift schedules had changed, they stopped getting into the same shift now. Perhaps the owner of the establishment did this on purpose, or there simply weren't enough people.

      But they started talking, and Vlad started feeling uncomfortable. When she came back, Natalya said that in half an hour she would have to go away and teach the new worker in the kitchen how to properly lay out the service and so on, because there were no people, and she knew almost nothing. She swore for a long time that why were they hiring such simpletons.

      But she stayed to eat the first dish that was brought.

      – Delicious, and how about you, darling?

      – Cool, delicious, amazing. You have a great chef, yes, he is the main employee of our restaurant, everything depends on him, whether the client will come back or not, because if it is not tasty, the guests do not come back, this is bad in the long term, because the restaurant usually attracts the same people, mostly the same people come here, an expensive restaurant, so they also take photos for prestige. True, we probably won’t be able to come here all the time, because they give their employees a fifty percent discount per month once, even taking this into account, it will be expensive for us. Mortgage, food, clothes, we need to save. Let's see, maybe I will change to another job or get reinstated at the university, but it will be difficult for you to work alone.

      – Darling, I can handle it.

      – I know, but it will still be hard for you alone. Everything is expensive. Okay, I'll step away now and give the waitress a briefing, there will be people tonight, and she can ruin our restaurant's image for a short time, where and how to serve. Okay, darling?

      – No problem, I'm waiting, I'll miss you.

      Natalia went into the technical, production room.

      – Didn't you get bored?

      – I missed you. Is it okay? Did you sort it out?

      – Yes. He catches on quickly, we did it in fifteen minutes.

      – I wanted to order myself some whiskey, but the bartender disappeared somewhere.

      – Perhaps he’s receiving the goods; yesterday they brought in boxes with a new batch, maybe he’s sorting them out.

      Five minutes later the bartender appeared at the counter, and Vlad wanted to go get some alcohol.

      – I won't.

      – Then I won’t either, – Vlad said and sat back down.

      – I think they’ll bring the second course now, – said Natalya, adjusting the waistband of her trousers and her blouse, which was slightly askew and didn’t sit right, which Vlad noticed, but didn’t say anything about.

      Having paid, they began to leave, and when Vlad came out first, Natalya, walking behind, turned towards the bartender and blew a kiss, and also came out.

      The days flew by one after another, the nights slower, it was a time of passion for the bride and groom.

      – Do you want a bachelor party for yourself?

      – I didn't think so.

      – Think about it. I would like a hen party, but the day before, not now, when there are a few days left, when the excitement will be mixed with joy.

      – Sure, talk to your girlfriends, make it something you'll remember. Just call for a male striptease, I guess.

      – What a kindergarten, why striptease right away, if you can have a male prostitute right away.

      – Well, yes, why waste time on strange dances? – Vlad wanted to translate his words into a joke, but it turned out badly, and he did not wait for a response smile from the bride.

      He went to take a shower, when he came back, he did not see Natalia in the bedroom, looking through the half-open door to the toilet and the light inside, he saw her sitting on the sink, massaging herself, masturbating, with her head rolled back. Who she was imagining at that moment, he did not understand, he understood that his wife had not been very warm with him lately, and at some point he thought whether this wedding was necessary and how strong the marriage would be if…

      He went to the kitchen, a place where you can have a snack, drink tea, and think about the eternal.

      He was the same age as his fiancée, but he felt that she saw him as a temporary option, to hold out until better times. He felt it, but he pushed this thought away from himself in every possible way, forcing himself to convince himself of the opposite.

      – Everything okay, darling?

      – Yes, great.

      Vlad knew and studied his wife well, because if she spoke very kindly, she had sex, and she, what is important, had an orgasm. In the absence of intimacy with him, when he stayed late at work, and then simply slept for days from fatigue, he felt tension, and the nature of the young bride controlled her behavior.

      "So the next time I have sex with her, it will go better if a little more time passes, because it will be harder to get her and bring her to a second orgasm, and his rating will not go up, if it does not go down," – he thought, looking at her robe, which was so big for her that they could both cover themselves with it at night. She loved this robe for this very reason, because when she lay down on the sofa during the day or in the evening, she would lift the hem to expose her ass, and wait for Vadim to enter her, and if she was lucky that they both had an orgasm, she would fall asleep right away for about half an hour, covered with this same robe, right there.

      When Vadim had not had sex with her for more than three days, she liked to strip naked and walk around the house, doing household chores.

      He began to read her behavior, just as owners begin to understand the habits of their pets and what they want to say with this or that action.

      Natasha СКАЧАТЬ