Cheating has many faces. If my wife cheated on me with another man or even a woman, I wouldn’t be so hurt. I would forgive her. I’m almost fifty, she’s thirty-four – anything can happen in life. But no, she cheated on me with God – she went to a monastery. I joke sadly – “sold her soul to God.” I’m not angry with him, just with her. I loved her, I thought we would be together forever. “Something went wrong.” Three years ago she came to religion, and now I’m alone. What should I do now?
I accompanied her to the bus and said goodbye coolly. That evening after work, I went to the supermarket, bought a salad, a meatball and a bottle of cognac. I took a hot shower and was about to pour out my bitter sorrow.
I didn’t have time for that. The cell phone rang – it was my wife’s sister.
Hello Andre, what are you doing? – The voice was friendly.
What can I do? I’ll numb myself with alcohol…
Alcohol won’t help you, it will only make it worse. Get dressed and come here! – Now her voice was rough, demanding.
We need to get the details straight: Margarita is a psychiatrist. A real one, who works in the city’s mental hospital. She is thirty-three now. She lives a block away from me. She is alone. She kicked her husband out two years ago because he was a drunk. Everyone calls her Rita, I call her Margo. Well, in my opinion a psychiatrist cannot be Rita, only Margo. She accepted my argument, and to me she is just Margo.
Now I’ve decided that she’s the only one who can help me. I mean as a psychiatrist.
I quickly got dressed and went outside. It was already dark, frosty and windy. I arrived quickly.
Margot let me into the apartment.
- Are you cold?
- Very.
- Come in.
She was at home wearing sweatpants and a hoodie. She had no makeup on her face. Her hair was tied in a ponytail at the back of her head, her forehead was open. She has dark blonde hair. A strange thought flashed through my mind: “Obviously she wasn’t expecting a lover.”
Let’s go into the kitchen, I’ll cook you something good!
I ate a soup, I think potatoes with a schnitzel, I was not prepared for gourmet delights. It did not bother me. After tea I decided to get to work:
Margot, you will heal me, I am in so much pain…
You are not my patient, she brought me a piece of paper and wrote down the names of the medicines.
They are mild antidepressants, all available without a prescription.
- pills?
- Do you perhaps have alternatives?
I shrugged my shoulders. She suddenly snapped her fingers:
- Let’s try cannabis!
- What is that?!
- Hemp. Did you ever try a joint when you were young?
- No. Do you have any drugs?
- For therapeutic purposes only. The patients are pressuring me!
I looked into her eyes:
- Margot, if it were anyone else I would have run up the stairs right now, but I trust you.
- And you are doing the right thing, science has confirmed its effectiveness in… – she said a term I did not understand.
She took out a packet, took a cigarette, smoked it and gave me a drag. I took a drag:
- I see you are out of date. The cannabis is good, tested…..
She showed me how to take a move. We did what she called three “moves.”
- Now it will come. I am your coach and I am responsible for you. To ensure that you do not float away like a balloon, we will do the following.
We sat down on the couch, Margo wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her head against my neck. Something moved in my head and I floated in an inexplicable warmth. From this warmth I heard Margo’s voice:
“Ooh, I’m so high! My head is going so bala bala, I’m telling you a fairy tale.
She started to tell it. I heard the voice from outside, but I couldn’t make sense of it…
I woke up in a sunlit bedroom, in a bed. The clock on the wall in front of me showed the first hour.
Margot was sleeping next to me, with her back to me. I remembered yesterday’s experience with the joint. “Oh, my God, I’m alive!” I didn’t feel any pain, my head was a little dull, but the most important thing was that yesterday’s mental anguish had disappeared. I looked around the bedroom. I was dressed, only my socks were off for some reason. Margot’s butt was under the covers, her top was wearing a sweatshirt. “So no sex, then I don’t have to justify myself to my wife,” I thought. Obviously we fell into bed, I tried to undress but only managed to get down to my socks. I got out of bed and went into the shower. The warm water brought me out of my stupor. The mood was great – Margot was a pro!
I got dressed and realized I was starving – I had to wake Margot. I went to the bedroom and stumbled in the doorway – Margot was still asleep, but now the covers were pulled back, her sweatshirt was pulled up to her chest and she was wearing no panties. Her legs were slightly spread, her labia were visible.
My wife and my sister were very close, we often visited each other, we had exchanged keys to the house. Our relationship was a little strange. I would call it longing, both on my part and on her part. In terms of appearance, Margot was not my type – a skinny, boyish figure with small breasts and a small ass. I loved my wife’s decent tits and voluminous ass. Intellectually we were very close. So we were only one step away from passion and sex. Yes, and I loved my wife.
I slowly undressed and walked towards her…
And now, as I stood in the doorway, I suddenly realized that I was free, that I no longer had a wife.
I undressed, lay down quietly next to her and began to caress my rescuer’s pussy. She opened her eyes and looked down:
- Andre, what are you doing?
She smiled and didn’t push my hand away – “a good sign.”
I decided to wake up my favorite woman with morning sex….
- Favorite woman?
- Yes, my long-time favorite woman!
Suddenly she pressed her legs together:
- I have to go to the bathroom.
No, you will wash yourself for a long time, then dry your hair and put on lipstick, then you will change your mind again…
She smiled:
- Okay, you are a man…
She took off her sweatshirt and leaned back on the pillow. I put my hand on her pubic hair. She hadn’t shaved her pussy and was blonde there. I caressed her bush and my hand started to press deeper. Margot lay there with her eyes closed, one hand behind her head. Finally she spread her legs and let my hand wander to her pussy. Now I was bolder than at the beginning – I moved my head lower and started kissing and sucking her breasts. Margo’s pussy wasn’t big, with thin, small lips protruding outwards. His wife’s was different – big, thick labia and deep, small inner lips. “To hell with the woman, I have a new cute little pussy now,” I thought.
I couldn’t wait to fuck my wife’s sister…
I inserted my middle finger into the hole. I fucked it a little, and I wanted more.
- Honey, after what I’m about to do, you’ll definitely admit me to your psycho institution…
I rolled between her legs, spread them wide and licked her lips. I was afraid she wouldn’t accept it. My wife wouldn’t let me do it, even though I suggested it. “Shit, my ex-wife is on my mind again – piss off back to your cell!”
But Margot did, and I began to drown in the stupor of her sweet pussy. I licked her lips and clit, fucked her with my tongue, went down to her ass and sucked her clit and lips again. It was more interesting than marijuana, as if I was dissolving… I don’t know how long it lasted, I was brought back to consciousness by a jerk of my head with my hands. Margot turned on her side and pulled her legs to her chest, her body trembling. I couldn’t say for sure that it was an orgasm. I lay down next to her and began to kiss her neck. But I was wrongly suspicious, because when she came to, she gave me a smile:
- “What have you done? I thought I was going to fall into the abyss. I’ve never had an orgasm like this before! But now it’s my turn…
She pushed me onto my back, knelt next to me and took my cock in her mouth. God, how she sucked it!!! She took it out, licked it and put it back in her mouth. “I wish I could make a video of this and send it to my wife in the convent. God, that woman again!”!!!
Margot meanwhile climbed on top of me and guided my cock into her hole. It was tight and warm in there. She sat up so her knees were drawn forward and I could see the cock squeezing and spreading her pussy lips as it moved. Again I had a strange thought – “what if she has small tits and a small ass, but the way she fucks, how sweet and tight her pussy is”!!!
She convulsed in her orgasm and got off my cock. And just in time I started to cum on my stomach. It was unlikely that Margot was on the contraceptive pill and that was something that had to be discussed with the lady.
We washed ourselves and went to breakfast. The mood was cheerful and I decided to play a prank on her:
- “Honey, you are a goddess, should I buy you a fur coat?
- I don’t want that, I already have four! I want a wedding ring!
I was depressed:
- That won’t work, my wife and I were married in church and the marriage was not dissolved. I don’t think it gives me freedom…
- I’m not dragging you to the registry office or the church! You suggested it, I made a decision. We’re going to go out and buy one today!
- What will it do you? It won’t bind me to you, will it?
- You men are so naive. Whoever has a cock in their mouth is the lover! And the ring is just a gift from the man you love.
I am just wondering if I have cheated on my lawful wife… Should I give some money to the temple for such a gift?
