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The married couple moves to a big city in search of a better life, but the wife has to face many difficulties and the question is, can she remain loyal to her husband?

Before the wedding my husband and I had dreamt of going to the capital city to earn some money and only after that settle down . So a week passed since our wedding and we collected all we could possibly need including money our relatives had given us as a present and set off for the capital.

We’d lived with some relatives for three days, and then they asked us to leave and rent an apartment as far as it was possible.

We rented a one-room flat, paid for a month only hoping for a miracle. My husband managed to find a job very quickly. As for me, I started looking for a cheap room because we couldn’t afford an apartment at that moment and actually we needed it just to spend nights. I read a lot of advertisements, visited various estate offices but all that was in vain.

Once I came across with a very interesting advertisement which I found in the subway and decided to visit the place. The apartment was on the outskirts but I liked the price. Ringing the bell twice I was of the point of leaving when the door opened and I saw a sleepy strong man, who seemed to have a barrel fever. I introduced myself and said I wanted to see the room. The man enlivened a bit which made me happier and I entered.

I immediately noticed the host was untidy as everything was very dusty and a lot of cigar butts were on the floor. Anyway I went on to see the room he wanted to let to us and looked around. I asked if he could delay the first payment ‘cause we had financial difficulties; the man looked at me more interested and said:

“I can make a discount for a girl like you. I like you and a woman has a lot to do here as you can see.”

He was looking at the blotted floor, then at me and it was obvious that he wanted to ask me something. I was smiling trying to show I was responsible. I was afraid that he could change his mind.

“What is your name, angel?”

“Lucy” I answered modestly.

“That’s a good name, I’m David Robson, you can call me just David. You are 18, aren’t you?”

“No, David, I’m 20 and I’m married.”

“Where is your husband then?”

“He’s at work.”

“So, you’re going to live here with your husband, aren’t you?”

“Sure”.

David’s behavior changed a little. He sincerely admitted:

“I thought you’re single, you’re so young… I expected we could drink something and spend a night or two…”

I pretended to be silly and replied:

“Don’t’ worry, my husband is very quiet and I’m kind. I can clean your room or talk to you if you get bored.”

He enlivened again.

“I’m not going to be kind if you don’t do that…”

I left after the conversation. I was glad I could find something and told my husband about it. The next day we moved to David’s house. David liked my husband, it could probably happen because that day they drank a bottle of whiskey together.

Early in the morning I saw my husband off for work. He warned me that the host drank a lot and I should have been careful.

I decide to lie down because it was rather dark outside. I heard David leaving his room. I made sure if I closed the door and fell asleep.

I’d been sleeping for about 3 hours then woke up because of some noise. I got up and began looking for what to do. I’d promised to clean the apartment but yesterday I had no time to do that. When I saw him I realized he hadn’t had breakfast yet and was waiting for me. He was sitting in the kitchen and smoking. I greeted him and offered him the remains of my husband’s breakfast. He agreed, I laid the table and sat opposite him. David was eating and smiling, looking at me from under the brows. I felt he was going to start talking soon and I was a bit afraid of that.

“Did you sleep well at the new place? Was it comfortable?”

“It was OK, but I guess it’s a little cold in the flat.”

“No, the temperature is OK in the apartment. You were cold due to another reason. My room is right next to your bed..”

I looked at him surprisingly.

“Your bed squeaked only once when you went to bed. Did you sleep on separate beds?”

I looked at him trying not to be strict.

“My previous roomers used to exercise the whole night long… their bed as well as the wall was shaking…”

My mood was completely spoilt but David wasn’t going to stop.

“Give him a hint that if he doesn’t want to make love with you I can do it for him.”

He said that in such a way that I was sure he meant every word

The day I spend looking for a job and had little time to cook in the evening. My husband came home gloomy, something was wrong with his work, we didn’t even have time to speak about that.

The next morning my spouse didn’t want to wake me and left for his job without breakfast. He even switched off the alarm-clock to let me sleep longer.

I woke up feeling that someone was stroking me. I didn’t understand at once who it was in the darkness. Instinctively I tried to pull my shirt back but strong hairy hands didn’t allow me to do it. I choked up when realized that David was lying next to me absolutely naked. He pressed my legs with his ones and was telling me:

“You’ll like it, let me just warm you up..”

I was fighting as hard as I could, but he didn’t do anything bad to me, just fondled my breast and wanted to put me lower. I think he even liked my active resistance.

“You can resist but I’ll do that anyway and I won’t be so kind if you don’t stop”.

I freed my hands for a moment and met a really big prick.

“Are you frightened? If you agree I’ll do it gently, if you don’t I’ll do it my way anyway until you understand you should respect David.”

Having realized there was no one in the apartment and the doors were locked I still hoped for something. I stopped resisting actively; he understood that and embracing me began pushing his cock in.

“I’ve told you that if you agree it’ll be better… not so painful”

He stroked my pussy with his enormous hand.

“You can be a virgin, can’t you? Despite the fact you’re married. Sometimes it happens.”

I denied that immediately to stop him asking. He grabbed something from the bedside-table and squeezed it out on his very big palm. I saw him spreading that cream over the phallus. I turned away not to see that and heard:

“Are you afraid? Don’t be, I’ll do it gently”

His palm caressed my pussy more tightly.

“You say you’re not a virgin, we’ll check it now…”

He put his penis to my pubis and raising me to him kneeled down.

“Don’t squeeze it, it is for men to make you happy, you’ll get used to my cock soon”.

Here I realized I was in his power and what would happen to me depended on him.

“Please, David, be careful, I’m afraid of it.”

“Every woman liked it; you’ll enjoy it, too. You should get accustomed to me. I’ll fuck you all the time now.”

It seemed to me he was tearing me from the inside and I was ready to cry.

“You’re so tight around me. I never do it without a lubricant for the first time. I spared you, but you don’t spare me. I wanted you yesterday when you made me breakfast.”

Then he added “I wanted to bend you and fuck first and then have breakfast.”

He growled and squeezed my bosom, he knew it hurt. Then he asked:

“Did you fuck before the wedding with other men?”

I said I hadn’t done that. He agreed:

“I see you’re inexperienced, another one would see through me. It’s good. I’ll teach you how to act when you’re in bed with a real man… Now, be patient, I’ll put you on fully.”

When he continued pushing his prick into me I put my arms around his neck because of pain and horror.

“Do you feel it well? David can break you into two pieces… I’ve told you it was better do as I wanted.”

I nodded expressing consent. He put me under him as if he was reluctant to do that, and began rubbing his cock over my crotch more forcefully.

“You’ll immediately become wet after this fun… do you feel him kissing your cunt?… It’s almost a soul-kiss…”

After these words and more powerful jerks I sensed the “blissfulness” I’d just heard about. Being “thankful” for his “kindness” I again put my arms around his fat neck and my breasts were so tightly pressed to his hairy chest that he told me smiling:

“You’re an Atta girl, now you know how to love a man and press your tits to him”.

He raised himself and began touching my nipples with his rough ones asking all the time:

“Is that arousing you?”

Without getting an answer he grabbed my bust into his hands saying:

“They are the size I like and it’s more comfortable to hold you like that…”

I felt he was crude again and wanted to free myself but he said:

“Don’t be afraid, my paws don’t leave any marks, of you wash and spread some cream over the tits they’ll look as if they were untouched.”

Then he continued:

“Did you think dame’s tits are kissed only on holiday?”

I tried to think about nothing and pressed my legs more tightly to stop his hunching in too deep. Remembering about the fact we were very careful with my husband about not to make me pregnant I tried to ask about that now, but I immediately felt a very aggressive push and heard imperious voice:

“At the first honeymoon night a chick should get every drop of semen. And if you become pregnant – it means the night was really passionate.”

He was driving these words in me rather than saying them, and accompanied all that with a light moaning; he experienced real pleasure from my obedience.

“Well, broad, I’m cumming”.

He squeezed all of my body so strongly that I couldn’t move. His tremendous mug stuck into the pillow and wheezing he started shooting his semen into me. I thought I was losing my mind. I was thinking about what was coming into my body. Knowing a little about that I thought that a minute later I would get up and rush into the bathroom to wash everything off me. But this minute didn’t come because David being fully satisfied was nearly sleeping. The only thing he allowed himself to do was to slip down from me and he immediately pressed me to him. Choking with strong man’s smell of sweat I fell asleep, too.

I woke up because he was embracing me protectively and stroking my breasts.

“Did you like our bill and coo? Does it hurt?”

He moved me closer, then he touched my pubis.

“Will we repeat that?”

I knew it was dangerous to object him, I raised and feeling wet sheets under me turned back. There were dark spots of blood on the sheet. I was frightened, I was looking between my legs and understood nothing. David quietly touched my crotch with his thumb and asked:

“Did you tell me you weren’t a virgin? Do you understand now who is your first man?”

I burst into tears being ashamed of nobody and nothing now. He drew me up to him and occupied my lips with his mouth, it seemed as if he was going to swallow me. When he freed my lips and wanted to start fucking me I kissed his rough cheek and prattled:

“Let me have a rest… I’m so hungry!”

He became a little flabby thinking of his own advantage but then threatened:

“After that we’ll go to bed again! Don’t forget about that!”

I’d never cooked like that. While I was preparing food he stopped me several times in the kitchen feeling up all the parts of my body, then he was eating the omelet I’d cooked goggling my low neck and pressing my legs with his legs under the table.

My face clearly showed that I didn’t know how to act with my husband. David reading my mind was calming me:

“Don’t feel sorry for your husband. He is a real bumpkin. If he understands you’d changed he’s clever enough, if he doesn’t – he’s an absolute ignoramus. And we’ll practice like we did today all the time.”

I could only answer:

“We’ve stained the mattress, I don’t think it can be ever washed.”

He gave out a horselaugh:

“If you turn it over you’ll see a dozen of similar things”.

I tried to show my character and made lips, then went to my room. He followed me.

“We’ll look at it together”

His hands were around me in a tight circle.

In the evening I pretended to be ill and didn’t leave the bed. David drank more than a bottle of whiskey and snored loudly in his room. My husband was tired of hard job, turned away and fell asleep immediately. I cried all night being unaware of how to live further. I was afraid even to give my darling a hint about what had happened in my and his life.

In the morning I asked him to lock the door and then I fell asleep at last. Nobody troubled me for a long time; then I heard some voices, someone entered and left. I heard David justifying himself and asking about something, but it was clear that he wasn’t paid any attention to. I began to understand what was happening when David asked them time till evening.

“You assured me you were going to return in a month, only two weeks have passed and you are here.. I let a girl in.”

“You’re fucking head, I don’t care who is there! Take her to your room and empty the place! As you can see we’re not alone…”

David lost his mind of whiskey and his roomers and began knocking at my door. I started getting dressed and collecting the things. Opening the door I saw two young men who cooled down a bit when they saw me and saying sorry asked me to leave the room for two hours. In the corner two very young girls were standing. One of them was wearing provocative clothes, another girl – a short coat, both were frightened to death. One of the men looked at them angrily and commanded:

“Come in girls, don’t be shy”.

Another man took my suitcase and carried it to David’s room.

I sat on the first chair I found in his room and couldn’t imagine what I would tell my husband when he came from work. At first I thought I had to leave, but then I realized that I knew no people in the city except for relatives that were happy to get rid of us.

“Brave” David was right about the walls. We could clearly hear what was happening in that room. At first we heard clinking glasses and men talking a strange language, then one of the girls screamed and both beds were squeaking. I realized one of the girls was not a professional whore; however I had no strength to think about it. I heard the aroused noisy men going out to smoke, talking about their plan to fuck a younger girl. She screamed again, asked for help but her yelling was compensated by roars of laughter and moaning of studs satisfied with their life.

Then the girls were quickly got dressed, paid and sent out. The men went to the bathroom where they bathed for a long time. I was sitting in the room being afraid to move. David was drunk and sleeping on the kitchen table. The men asked for two hours, however I waited for four hours and they were not going to leave. Sudden knock at the door made me awake from my thoughts. At the door I saw one of the men with a face neatly shaved.

“Lady, we’re leaving now, you can live here, but if we need the place we’ll tell or call you.”

I raised a bit thankfully and he possibly read the feeling of satisfaction on my face, that’s why he asked:

“Lady, are you married?”

“Yes, I am”.

“That’s bad, I could marry you. Where is your husband?”

“He’s at work.”

“It’s good when a husband works. And you are bored the whole day here, I guess?”

“No, of course not. I’m looking for a job at the moment.”

“It means you’re going to work, but you haven’t found anything yet. We can look for that together. I’ve got a car.”

“No, thanks. Don’t worry. It’s my problem.”

“I like solving good girls’ problems. You maybe afraid that your husband can be aware about the fact that we’ll look for a job without him. I’ll pick you up tomorrow and we’ll go to some places.”

“No, thank you. Don’t worry.”

“Don’t be scared. I’ll call you tomorrow”

He stretched his hand to me friendly, he shook mine and kept it in his hand for a short time.

That morning I got up earlier than usual, quietly washed my face and put on make-up. My mobile phone rang at a certain time.

“This is Ben. Good morning. I’m very punctual as you see. My car is near the house.”

I closed the door quietly. He opened the door of his car for me. I got in. He was smiling sincerely, looked at me and said:

“I’d hire you just to feast my eyes upon you. We’ll find a job for you.”

I felt embarrassed from such a compliment but said nothing. Sitting beside him I was incredibly sure that everything would be OK. Having visited the first company where I was offered two jobs at once I felt real respect to him. I wanted to accept the job offer but he said it would be better if we continued the search.

“A person should always look for the better… as a man and a woman constantly search for a better partner…”

He looked at me unequivocally and asked:

“Do you like me? At least a little?”

I cast down my eyes feeling thankful for disinterested help and pulled down my coat which seemed to me too short.

After a short pause he continued:

“It means you like me, but you’re too shy. I also liked you yesterday; I nearly fell in love with you.”

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One Response to “A trip to the capital. Part 1.”

1. tinkerer007 Says:
   July 13th, 2008 at 2:54 pm

   not much

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