cuckold as a factor of stability in the relationship.

I will tell you about myself only that I am 20 years old, a member of 20-21 cm and a slender, inflated body. I have recently become bi, but no one except my friend knew about it. With girls, the experience was not small, but recently, I began to fuck my friend often and he liked it. Borya, a 19-year-old guy with an almost inflated, but slightly skinny body and a penis of about 16-17 cm. We live with him outside the city. I lived with my parents, and he only lived with his grandmother and sister, because his parents were divorced and his mother married a Turk and flew away with him, and his father flew to work in Germany. By the way, I also fucked my sister later, but that's not what I'm talking about now.
We started pulling everything out of the garage and putting everything in the warehouse. After working quite a lot, we were both tired and he suggested that we come into the house for lunch. His sister left us pilaf and salad. We ate too much and lay down on the sofa to watch TV. Switching channels, we came across a movie, left it, started watching, later a sex scene began there and at that moment I noticed that Borya's penis began to swell a little, after seeing this I offered him to masturbate to porn together. He and I have already jerked off twice when we watched porn, so he did not refuse and we sat down next to each other and took off our underpants. They began to masturbate their dicks. Having grown up a little, to my surprise, he offered to masturbate each other, I thought a little, but due to the fact that I was already excited enough, I agreed, only on the condition that he would masturbate me with his sister's panties, he agreed and went to her room for panties. I came back and held my sister's thin red panties in my hands, I told him to give them to me, I sniffed sharply from them, the smell was great. I wrapped my dick in panties and Borya began to masturbate me, and I to him. Having fucked each other, I had completely lost control of myself and told Borya to suck me off. He immediately agreed and began to suck me off. I took a comfortable pose for myself, sat on the edge of the sofa and leaned back, sniffing my sister's panties with one hand, and with the other hand I held a friend by the hair, who knelt down, spread my legs and began to suck my dick.

Snow-covered white morning. Through the window of a clean single room, a frosted light shines through. Anton sits on the bed and tells the curly-haired young black-haired doctor his story. He is a little inhibited from drugs, often looks past the interlocutor. But he needs to talk, and he does so despite pauses and sighs. This was the most mysterious and exciting adventure. No, it was an explosion, a transformation, a revolution. She turned my life around. I almost interrupted her. My life was in her power. Anton met her in a University classroom. She taught second-year graduate students a course in modern Western philosophy. He had never been interested in philosophy; it had always seemed to him a second-class science. He came first for the sake of her melodious voice and to contemplate her strict profile. Then it was drawn into the object. Closer to the tests, I dared and asked for individual consultations.

The time passed painfully long, and at about one o'clock in the afternoon (the time I could not find out in any way), I was hungry, but after looking at the bowl of food, my appetite disappeared. After another hour or so, my hunger became unbearable, and I decided to eat what I had. I, already taught by Tanya, ate from a bowl like a pet, without touching anything with my hands. I ate everything, even licked the bowl. The food is not so nasty, especially when there is nothing to choose from. After a while, I was thirsty, but all I had was urine. I didn't dare to do it for a long time, but my body was already asking for something, and I had to drink. I covered my nose and gulped down my urine. I almost threw up, but my thirst really eased. This humiliating position turned me on, my pussy oozing all over. After my "lunch", I leaned on the radiator, spread my legs to the side and began to pull my clit. I fantasized about what Tanya would do to me when she got home, what things she would make me do. I came quickly and fell asleep just like that. I woke up screaming. It was Ksenia (another friend who lived in the same room with Tanya). "What happened here?" What's wrong with you? -

Olya is lying on a narrow chaise longue in chic underwear: white panties with an openwork insert on the pussy through which the silhouette of large labia shines through. My gaze goes up the flat of her belly to her Breasts. The thin bra is stretched taut and hard, as if swollen with excitement, nipples appear through it. Olya bends one leg and her red lips, neatly outlined, open a little and perfect teeth Shine between them. Olya puts one hand on her hip and very slowly begins to run it down her leg from the knee. The lower the palm descends, the higher her Breasts rise in time with her breathing and the stronger her nipples protrude. The white triangle on her pussy changed color a little – it was moistened. Olya is excited. She bends her other leg and spreads her knees wide, her head falling to one side, and a moan escapes from her chest as her fingers land on her pussy. Gently, but insistently, thin fingers begin to play with the eager flesh. The hand dives behind the elastic band of the panties and the finger finds a wet hole dives into it and after its immersion, a muffled half-sigh, half-moan full of lust, lust and sweet bliss escapes from the mouth of the beautiful Oli.

We remember that evening especially. Especially me. In short, without making an extra burden, I will say that I thought about my wife fucking someone for a long time, but all this was just an empty fantasy, but then I noticed how my friend and employee, named Rustam, looks at my wife. Of course, Natasha had a good figure to look at: long legs, a rounded ass, a narrow waist and large Breasts, and that's where it all started. Natasha went around the house in a short dressing gown, and although we have in Asia and is not accepted, but, Rustam, she was not shy, because he was her old friend, a family friend, and with his wife, my wife was in a warm relationship. My wife's robe was very short and with a deep neckline, on days when she was doing something in the yard or there were strangers in the house, she did not wear it, or put on strips or tights under it, but on that day, or rather evening, she did not do it and just came to us Rustam. At first, my wife was a little confused, but the guy did not show any sign, although I immediately noticed how his eyes lit up when he looked at Natasha. (Especially when she turned her back)

I enter the apartment, take off my shoes, go straight to the hall and stumble upon a beautiful picture. The picture is so beautiful that the jeans already seemed ready to give up and part at the seam from the powerful pressure of my little friend. In the middle of the hall is a large table, filled with food, snacks, but especially a lot of alcohol. And judging by the empty bottles under the table, they had drunk a lot. The large sofa directly in front of the table was occupied by four people – three men and one girl. Diana, my wife. Two more men were sitting on chairs, and Vitya was standing behind me at the entrance to the hall. So, it's time to clarify the situation a little. My name is Kirill, I am 28 years old, I am a private entrepreneur. Married to a beautiful girl of 22 years, Diana. She's my designer. I think it would be appropriate to describe her appearance a little. Diana is quite a pretty girl, short (165 cm), black-haired, with expressive green eyes, currently colored with shameless and defiant notes. Her mouth was just as provocative, slightly open, as if asking for something to fill it quickly. My gaze slid even lower, past the thin, expressive neck, past the clearly protruding collarbones, to the exciting second-size Breasts with small nipples that were slightly different from the color of her dark skin.

Snow-covered white morning. Through the window of a clean single room, a frosted light shines through. Anton sits on the bed and tells the curly-haired young black-haired doctor his story. He is a little inhibited from drugs, often looks past the interlocutor. But he needs to talk, and he does so despite pauses and sighs. This was the most mysterious and exciting adventure. No, it was an explosion, a transformation, a revolution. She turned my life around. I almost interrupted her. My life was in her power. Anton met her in a University classroom. She taught second-year graduate students a course in modern Western philosophy. He had never been interested in philosophy; it had always seemed to him a second-class science. He came first for the sake of her melodious voice and to contemplate her strict profile. Then it was drawn into the object. Closer to the tests, I dared and asked for individual consultations. They began to stay in an empty classroom after classes. Her melodious voice took on an intimate tone in the dialogue, and the echoes of the empty hall accentuated it. He liked to listen to her, to smell her. And follow a clear and bold thought. Anna suggested that he write an essay on the subject of service in medieval philosophy. At meetings, they were immersed in the world of Dante, Meister Eckhart, Songs about the Nibelungs, the history of the Crusades. According to Anna's theory, the medieval passion ascent had a specific libidinal goal in its heart. The hero became a hero and performed feats, guided by the service of a Beautiful Lady. This metaphor was at the heart of all the medieval imperatives that drove noble men to conquer, intrigue, and achieve. And to death. It was this motive that determined asceticism, withdrawal from active social life in some and desperate military exploits in others. The more the consciousness of a medieval hero was enslaved by the image of his Beloved, the more his passion potential was realized. But it often led to the death of the hero.

SWING. HUSBAND OF CUCKOLD. WHO'S THIS? CATEGORY: COGNITIVE Often, this phrase can be heard in any company on any continent, but not all understand the meaning of this phrase. And most importantly – the doll, it's not a cuckold, but something else. What is a doll in the sexual sense? It originates from the harmless word cuckoo, and is based on the behavior of these birds. The female "walks" with the male, and he then goes to new friends. The female goes to the lawful husband-male, and he as if nothing had happened, brings up cubs acquired with another. Sometimes, it happens in real life, if the wife is cheating on her husband, and he brings up children conceived during a life together, but not from him, it can be called a puppet in its full meaning. In society, sometimes they can laugh at him and let go of taunts in his direction.

Psychologists have found that the so-called doll can be positive for the relationship in some couples. This term refers to the situation in which the wife changes her husband with his consent. Not all couples practice loyalty of partners to each other. If husbands and wives openly have sex with other people, it is called swinging, but if the left goes only the wife, and the husband has no such right, and he positively perceives such a situation, it is called a somewhat strange word kukold. It comes from the English name of the bird cuckoo, which is not very loyal to his male. Some men who prefer puppets even bring Breakfast in bed in the morning to their wives who sleep with lovers. Men go to such humiliation as to perceive them positively from a psychological point of view, and some even get sexual pleasure from such suppress their own masculinity and breaking the social norms. Mention of the practice cuckold found in literature in the 13th century. And now researchers from the US have found that for some couples, puppets can be quite a positive experience, and it does not always talk about the weakness of a man. The authors of the study studied thousands of Americans, and it turned out that 58% of men, as well as about every third woman already fantasized about the doll. Men think of it more often, because their role in this relationship is more unusual, but women also often do not see anything wrong. Psychologists believe that for some couples, the doll is a powerful source of sexual arousal, especially at the stage when partners lose intimate interest in each other with monogamous relationships. In some cases, partners are only limited to fantasies about the doll, in others-they embody this kind of fantasy in life. Observations have shown that the doll is not always destructive for the family, on the contrary, sometimes it even strengthens the relationship of the spouses.