Young Wife. Erotica

– “Look, a moose!” Natalia exclaimed, pointing at a massive animal in the distance.

– “Yeah, a beauty. Big, strong,” Vlad agreed, eyeing the creature.

– “It won’t trample us, right? I’m legit scared,” her voice wavered.

– “There’s a ditch between us, it can’t cross. Don’t freak out,” he hugged her, noticing her trembling.

– “Everyone laughs that moose are ugly, but they’re just dangerous. I’m freaked, Vlad,” she admitted, clinging to him.

– “Stop whining, I’m right here. Nothing’s gonna happen,” his tone was harsh, but his grip was firm.

Comforting her, he pulled her closer and, without realizing, knocked her onto the rocky grass littered with shards from mountain landslides. Sharp edges dug into her back and thighs, but fear of the moose and wild arousal mixed into a volatile cocktail. All barriers crumbled, and she, holding back a scream, whispered filthy pleas.

– “Deeper, damn it, don’t hold back, fuck me like a cheap whore!” she gasped, her voice breaking into a rasp.

– “Oh, you wild bitch, I’m gonna tear you apart,” Vlad growled, matching her intensity.

Time stretched into eternity. The sky above blinded her, clouds drifted lazily, and she squinted, catching his face in and out of focus. The sensations in her lower belly drove her mad—she’d have given herself to an elephant just to prolong this insanity.

– “Don’t rush, cool off, fuck’s sake,” she pushed him away to delay the end.

– “Look, flowers,” a voice called from afar.

Another couple, seeking privacy, was heading straight for them.

– “Oh, sorry,” the woman in front mumbled, embarrassed.

– “No worries, keep going, don’t be shy,” Vlad tossed out, not stopping his rhythm. The woman seemed annoyed, but they left, and Natalia heard her fading voice:

– “You could use another two inches, loser.”

Natalia smirked, a flicker of pride for her husband pricking her.

– “You’re fucking amazing, I love your cock, harder, deeper, fuck me raw!” she shouted, then shoved him off, kneeling in the tall grass studded with rocks. Pain from the sharp edges blended with pleasure, and she gave in to this savage mix.

They returned to the cabin after lunch. At the resort’s café, where they stopped after changing, the business lunch was over. No hot soups left, just meat and fish, though you could order off-menu for extra.

– “Finally warmed up,” Vlad said, sipping hot tea.

– “I wasn’t cold, but my ass is. You’ll warm it up tonight, I hope? Still got some juice, or are you tapped out?” Natalia teased.

– “Gonna stuff myself with meat now, and tonight I’m back in the game. Bet only fish’ll be left on the menu,” he chuckled.

After eating, they returned to the cabin and sprawled on the bed. Natalia couldn’t sleep despite trying to nap. Eventually, she stepped out to wander the resort, along a wild forest passed off as a park. Sitting on a bench, she closed her eyes, soaking in the silence.

– “Angela!” a man’s voice rang out.

She flinched, opening her eyes. The man looked at her with a smile. Angela—her name from a past life when she worked as a hooker. She didn’t recognize him—there’d been too many, often dozens a night, and most she never saw face-to-face, bent over in her favorite position. Among her kind, she was known as “Angela Doggy-Style.”

– “Do we know each other?” she asked, pretending not to get it.

– “Guess you don’t remember me. You working now or what?” his tone was cocky.

– “I’m married, fuck off,” she snapped.

– “Congrats. Rich guy, huh?” he pressed.

– “Average. Head of a transport unit, makes decent money, enough for us.”

– “Bullshit, money’s never enough. So, wanna relive old times?” he winked.

– “You sick? Why would I need that now?” her voice sharpened.

– “Name your price. I’ll up it if needed,” he stepped closer.

Natalia realized he wouldn’t back off. Her mind raced—her husband might come looking, and she didn’t want to explain through a friend like before.

– “How much you got?” she asked coldly.

– “A hundred for an hour. You’ve gotta go back to your man anyway, won’t stay the night,” he smirked.

– “Which cabin you in?” she caved, a mix of shame and thrill boiling inside.

– “Fifteen. Over there,” he pointed.

She realized it was almost next to theirs.

– “I need to sneak by. We’re in the one nearby,” she blurted, instantly regretting it. But it was too late to back out.

They took a path around the cabin’s other side. He shoved two bills under her skirt, but finding no panties, dropped them. Natalia bent to pick them up, exposing everything the skirt hid. The man couldn’t hold back, pouncing on her in that pose.

– “Come on, bitch, pick up your cash, you cheap slut,” he snarled.

Shame and humiliation mixed with growing arousal.

– “I’ve been looking for you, bitch, and now I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t forget,” he kept going, not slowing down.

Her head spun, temples pounded. She tried to speak, but he cut her off:

– “Shut up, it ain’t your place to talk,” he barked, turning her toward a window with thin curtains.

Natalia braced against the sill, catching her breath. Through the glass, she saw their cabin—Vlad shifting in bed, like he might get up. Terror gripped her: what if he saw? But looking closer, she realized faces couldn’t be made out through the curtains, and she relaxed a bit, giving in to the sensations.