I’ve learned the rule a long time ago: all women are the same, but some people are good at hiding it. Especially those who pretend to be tough and “faithful wives.” My older brother, Gena, apparently did not understand this. Six months ago, he married a girl named Lera. According to his stories, she was just an angel in the flesh: she cooked, cleaned, and, of course, everything was magical in their bed. He even invited me over to meet him, and I finally found the time.
I came to their country house. They welcomed me cordially. Lera really turned out to be pretty โ short, well-cut, with heavy breasts, which she was clearly embarrassed to show, but which still attracted the eye. She was wearing short house shorts and a tight T-shirt without a bra. Her nipples were sticking out. While Gena was setting the table, I undressed her with my eyes. My instrument was already moving inside me as usual.
We were sitting on the veranda, drinking wine. Gena kept praising his Lerochka, how she was his housekeeper. And she sat there blushing and pouring us wine. I joked a lot, made jokes, including greasy ones. Gena laughed out loud, and Lera smiled shyly, but looked at me with interest.
They put me on the couch in the living room for the night. And their bedroom is on the second floor. I went to the bathroom at night and when I came back, I heard the characteristic sounds from above. It was obviously good for them. I stood at the foot of the stairs and listened to Lera’s rhythmic creaking and moaning. Excitement surged. I imagined how she was there now under my brother, and my hand reached out to my groin by itself.
In the morning, my brother woke me up early. It turned out that he urgently needed to go to work โ he had forgotten some documents at the office, and it was a long way to go.
“You make yourself comfortable here, Lera will feed you,” he said, getting ready. “I’ll be back for lunch.”
“Don’t worry, little brother,” I replied, stretching. โ We’ll figure it out here.
As soon as the door closed behind him, I went out into the kitchen. Lera was standing at the stove, frying fried eggs. She was wearing those shorts again. I came up behind him and stood close.
โMmm, it smells good,” I whispered in her ear, putting my hands on her waist.
“It’s fried eggs,” she tried to joke, but her voice faltered.
“I’m not talking about her.
I spun her around and buried my lips in her neck. She jumped in surprise and tried to push me away.
“What are you doing?” Are you crazy? Gena can come back! “Stop it!” she hissed.
“He just left,” I replied calmly, squeezing her buttocks. “And that’s what you want.”
โ no! I’m not like that!
She was like a trapped bird, fluttering in my arms, but the forces were not equal. I pulled up her T-shirt and pressed my lips to her firm breasts. She screamed and grabbed my hair, but she didn’t push me away, but on the contrary, pressed my head down.
โJust make it quick,” she moaned, giving up. โ And only once.
I laid her right on the kitchen table. He pulled off his shorts. She didn’t have any panties, she probably wore them in front of her husband. I spread her slender legs apart and my stone cock was instantly inside. It was narrow and hot. She bit her lip to keep from screaming. I beat her roughly, quickly, like a starved animal. The table was shaking under us. After a few minutes, I couldn’t help but pour it all over from the inside.
Lera was lying on the table with her legs spread out like a doll. My sperm was leaking out of her. But it wasn’t enough for me. I turned her over on her stomach and put her doggy style on the same table. She didn’t resist, just moaned. I spread her buttocks and, having lubricated her penis with juices, put it against her anus.
โ No, not there! She cried out in fright, turning around.
“It’s necessary, Lera, it’s necessary,” I said, and with one sharp thrust I entered the entire length.
She moaned out loud. The pain and humiliation took their toll. I could feel her squeezing me from the inside out. I came again, this time in her ass.
Before I could catch my breath, I heard the sound of a bukvoeb.run approaching car. Gena is back.
Lera jumped up in a panic, pulled on her shorts, straightened her T-shirt. She was all red and disheveled.
“What should I do?” “What is it?” she whispered in horror.
“First, go wash your face,” I replied, zipping up my fly.
Gena came into the kitchen with a bag of groceries.
โ Well, how are you here? “What is it?” he asked, smiling. โ Lera, why are you so red?
“It’s simple, Gen,” I answered for her. โ We decided to do exercises with your wife. First in the kitchen, on the table. Then she decided to try something new.
Lera stood neither alive nor dead, not knowing where to go.
“What do you mean?” Gena frowned.
โ In a straight line. I stuck her in both pussy and ass while you were driving. She’s got a tight ass, I’ll tell you that. But I’ve worked it out. You’re better off, brother. Use it.
Gena froze. He couldn’t seem to believe what he was hearing. And Lera was ready to sink through the ground.
โOkay, I’ll go,” I said, picking up my bag. โ You have a hospitable house. Come visit sometime. And take it. Let’s see what else she’s learned. I winked at the stunned couple and left, leaving them to digest what had happened.