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Mature Lyudmila takes revenge on her husband for the insult he caused her. Her revenge makes her husband a cuckold
My first two pictures have been living online for five days now. I haven’t looked at them yet. However, I feel like it’s time to do so. So, we type in the name of the site, we go in. The design of the site is such that all uploaded photos are located in a single ribbon, which you have to scroll to see new images. The first, as it is supposed to be, were pictures of uploading the current day. There were many, many of them. Mine are already five days old. They are somewhere at the bottom of the feed. It’s a pain to search manually, turning the mouse wheel. I switched on auto-scrolling and watch: one minute, two minutes, three minutes. The tape is slowly creeping up, revealing more and more details. I was already starting to feel dizzy from the continuous flickering. I wanted to stop this photostream, but suddenly a familiar face appeared in it. Okay, stop. That’s it. It’s definitely me! From the monitor screen, smiling broadly, a mature whore with a cock in her anus looked at me. She shamelessly spread her legs dressed in white stockings and was over the moon. Anyone would say that when looking at this shot. But it wasn’t just a picture. It was a special shot. It was of me making my debut as a porn model. At the bottom left was a logo with the name of the site. Congratulations, Ludmila Petrovna! You are counted among the special women! I was in a state of euphoria, although there was a chill of fear in my soul. One part of me was afraid, as if one of the people in my circle had not seen the picture. The other, apparently more lecherous part of me, wanted it so badly! But I realistically thought the chance was slim to none. Who visits sites like this? People much younger than me. My mature friends and acquaintances hardly hang out there. I looked at the statistics: the first picture has 312 views, 3 downloads. The second one has 308 and 1 respectively. I wonder why that is. Next to my “works” there were pictures with impressive statistics of views and downloads. Here – 2K, and there 3, 7K. Although there are a lot of them, who have miser at all: 57 or there 32. So I am not the last on this “board of honour”…Yes, I forgot to say that my intimate hairstyle in the form of a narrow vertical strip on my pubic area did not impress me. I looked at it both ways for a long time, zooming in and out. As a result, I came to the conclusion that it didn’t suit me. It looked more like a dirty spot. So I shaved it all off. I shaved it myself, without waiting for my “barber”.
For a couple of days after the “photo session” I didn’t communicate with Alexei, and in general I didn’t go to my village. I practically did not get out of the flat, except for going to the supermarket for groceries. No, I’m lying. I took my car in for a routine check-up. I left them my pet, gave the keys to a familiar master and asked him to bring the car to my home after the completion of routine maintenance. Some additional amount will allow to fulfil this task with great pleasure! That was it. The rest of the time I was bored at home. And if you think that I made endless excursions to porn sites, you are wrong. Not without it, of course, but not fanatically. I know that the more you look at it, the quicker you get satiated. So I combined the useful with the pleasant: I cleaned the flat, a little piqued with my husband about his scattered socks. I listened to music. By the way, with my husband we are not touching our “sore subject” yet. I am silent that two plots out of ten are already in the proper place where they should be…..
My car is already with me, I got it back the same day. So I’m back on wheels. I feel that I already miss the noise of repair work, the squealing of the bolt cutter and the whirring of the screwdriver. And even more I want to see my “slaves”. I’m going there today. I pass a bus stop. There’s a crowd of people, probably there hasn’t been a bus for a long time. Suddenly a crazy woman falls out of the crowd and throws herself almost under the wheels. I hit the brakes sharply, open the passenger door window and am ready to say everything I think about this fool, as suddenly the “fool” spoke in a familiar voice.
– Oh, Ludochka, how good that you turned up. I’ve been standing here for an hour, I’m exhausted! – my neighbour on the landing was gibbering.
– Vera Ivanovna, just a little bit more, and you would have had a lift not from me, but at best an ambulance! Get in quickly. Where are you going?
Vera named the institution where she was going. It’s a big detour, but that’s okay. Let’s do a good deed! Let’s go. Vera Ivanovna, who, by the way, is eighty-two, twenty years older than me, but she runs like a young woman, I can’t keep up with her! She was talking non-stop. I listened half-heartedly. We were silent for a while.
– Oh, my dear, I wish you could advise me how to deal with my grandson.
– What’s wrong with him? Maxim’s not a bad chap, polite, kind…
– Yes, he is kind, – agreed the old lady. -But lately he’s been doing such naughty things!
– What, running after girls? It’s about time! How old is he? Fifteen?
– Sixteen. If it was girls, that’s half the problem. His mum came into his room to call him for dinner. And he fell asleep at his compactor.
– Computer,” I corrected Vera.
– Yeah, that’s what I’m saying. I fell asleep, I guess I got tired. My mother, Lenka, wanted to switch off the computer…! Oh, damn you, you can’t say it!
I didn’t say anything and I didn’t tell her. There’s a strange tradition in their family – women get married very late. That’s why Lenka is already fifty and her son is only sixteen.
– I wanted to switch it off, but the screen flashed on! And there it was! My grandson is watching naked women! If only it were just women, but you know what men do with women?
What men do to women in such situations, I’ve imagined. What Vera said made my heart pound. So Max is a regular on the strawberry sites. What if he came across my image there? That thought made me hot, very hot. Something must have changed in my face, because Vera asked.
– What’s wrong with you, girl? Maybe you’re not well? You’re all red. Maybe pressure?
I opened the side window more.
– Yes, it’s a bit hot today. Here we are, Vera Ivanovna!
– Thank you, Ludochka!
Leaning into the cabin, she added quietly.
– Don’t tell anyone about my grandson! I’m telling you in confidence!
– All right, Vera Ivanovna, nobody! Goodbye!
I spent the rest of the road thinking. Did he or didn’t he? But very soon I calmed down. There are plenty of sites like this. Besides, I’m more than sure that a young guy would drool over the racy images of pretty young girls. This thought calmed me down and I drove into the courtyard of my house in a normal state of mind. I stopped the car and laughed out loud.
– Yes, Vera Ivanovna, you have chosen a successful interlocutor! You’ve found someone to cry on my shoulder!
I don’t know why, but I decided to call Lenka, Maksim’s porn-loving mother. I had her number somewhere. Yeah, here it is.
– Hi, Lena!
– Hi.
I didn’t go straight to the head about Max’s “exploits”, so I came from afar.
– I met Vera Ivanovna today. I gave her a lift to the social security office. We talked about this and that.
– She didn’t tell you anything about Max?” Lena asked after a short pause.
I didn’t know how to behave, whether to tell or not to tell what I knew. But I remembered Vera’s request not to tell anyone. So I decided to play dumb.
– No, he’s not getting married, is he?
– No way. My son is into pornography.
– Lena, where do you live? They’re all there now. Well, not all of them, maybe many.
– The others, my son.
– Stop it, he’ll play for a while and then he’ll go for girls.
– I wish he’d go for girls now!
– You don’t know what’s better. How did you catch him? I pretended to be ignorant.
– It doesn’t matter how. But I looked at his browsing history, and it’s almost all porn sites. He downloaded a lot of pictures. And you know what struck me the most? It’s almost all mature women. Forty, fifty.
I got a trickle of sweat running down my back. What if that bastard found me there and downloaded me too?
– Have you seen them, these pictures? – I asked in a hoarse voice with excitement.
– You’re asking me! I’ve seen every single one of them. Mature whores, and they want young guys! You know, I’m curious! – Lena chuckled.
I was relieved. I’m sorry.
– What are you trying to achieve? – I asked myself. – On the one hand you want to leak the pictures to the Internet, on the other hand – afraid, as if someone did not recognise! Truly: both want and need.
But, apparently, I had more desires, so I gave up all doubts….
Lesha and his crew were not here before lunch. For an hour and a half I waited for them. I was already thinking that these guys had not cheated us, they had received the deposit and some money for the building materials too. Then I remembered that I had them on a good hook and calmed down. A tripod with a camera caught my eye.
Come on, Ludka, one solo shot. As I was in my clothes, I took a piquant pose. I’ve got one! I took a look. It’s not right. You should take off your knickers, the hem of the dress, up to your waist, legs wide, like this. That’s better. Not everyone will like it, but those who like mature nudity, I think they’ll appreciate it!
Lesha and the lads arrived after two in the afternoon. It was obvious that the “leader” was in a bad mood that day. It was noticeable from his one-word answers to my questions. He was clearly upset about something. In the presence of his team, I did not want to ask about the reasons for his “indisposition.” So, under the guise of solving production issues, I called him off and took him out into the courtyard.
– So, young man, what’s going on with us? Why are we sulking? Who’s offended you?” I pestered foolishly.
– You had a fight with your girlfriend.
– We even have a girlfriend! – I kept fooling around. I love it! I like to show off, I like to show off. And now.
– I have a girlfriend and she’s probably dumped me.
– What did you do to her?
He looked at me carefully and asked.
– ‘You seriously don’t understand or you’re joking.
I immediately forgave him for “messing around.” It just came out in the heat of the moment!
– I don’t understand.
– Don’t you remember that she gave me a hickey on my dick?
– And that she watches you every day?” I laughed.
– No, not every day,” Alexei replied with a little smile.
– Yeah, smiling, that’s a good sign,” I thought. And out loud I said.
– Why would a guy want a girl who doesn’t trust him. Who can’t forgive him for a little prank?
– Yeah, a really small one! The guy suddenly laughed.
I’m glad he’s laughing, so we’ll continue with him. Wait, why just him? Will those two be slacking off? No, I won’t let them idle!
– Lyosha, have you explained the situation to the guys yet?
– Not yet. I can’t make up my mind.
– Good. And don’t tell them anything. I’ll think of something myself. Later. How are we feeling today? Should we keep going? I’m so hungry tonight, I don’t know if I can take no for an answer! – I pestered the guy.
– I got the hint, – answered Lesha.
– So what about the guys? Shall we invite them too? – Alexey tried to be clever.
– Leave the irony. The time will come and we’ll invite them. Now think of something serious.
– There’s nothing to think about. We have two more objects. I’ll send them to one of them.
Half an hour later the guys left, taking some tools with them. We’re alone in the house. I closed the door and got to work.
– Luda, have you seen the pictures?
– Yes. Not enough views.
– And you want fame already?
– Not that much, but it’s nice to be appreciated, admired.
– Do you think everyone admires you that much? Have you read the comments?
– I didn’t see any.
– But that doesn’t mean there aren’t any! Go to the site!
– Okay, here’s the first one! Wow! Over a thousand views already!
– Let me do it, – Lekha asked and sat down at the keyboard. – Here are our comments.
There were nine comments. Three of them were without text, the usual smiley faces. The other six had text. Two of them fell out immediately, the uninteresting ones, “great” or “super.” What writers. Three were more meaningful.
1. “Elderly. “You should be with your grandchildren, but you’re trying to be a porn star. At your age!”
2. “I like mature women. “They know everything. They’re shameless and lecherous! I want her!”
3. “Interesting picture. She’s got a cock up her arse and she’s smiling like a cooking show host!”
4. “I like those ‘pristine’ breasts. Does it reach her navel?”
After reading the third of their significant comments, Lekha and I looked at each other and laughed. He’s witty, though. The fourth one made me a little uncomfortable.
– See, so much for constructive criticism. Don’t be like a “cookery show host”. You have to smile in a mysterious, savoury way. Is that clear to you, Miss Actress?
– Perfectly,” I replied, imitating his tone….
– Oh, you, as I see, shaved off the “moustache”, – seeing me naked, Lesha said pictorially.
He once again assessed me and made a verdict.
– No more full nudity. The bra is obligatory, it’s out of the question. And stockings are fun….
The tripod is set up, with my handsome digitiser on it. I’m dressed, or rather undressed… Ouch, it’s a bit of a mouthful of terms. Anyway, I’m ready. Here it is, the self-timer button. I press it, I hear the familiar sound. Run to Lesha! I need to hit the target with my dick, get in tune… But just as I took a couple of steps, the self-timer sound disappeared. I come back and see that the device is “extinguished.”
– That’s it! That’s it. The battery is dead! – said Lesha.
– What do you mean it’s dead? I was shooting today, literally an hour ago. It was fine.
– So let’s recharge it! We have time. How long to charge it! – Alexei was not confused.
– Yes,” I replied dejectedly, “we’ll charge it. But I’m afraid the charger is left in the city.
– Well, let’s film on a smartphone, – suggested Lesha. Do you have a good camera?
– 8 megapixels.
– I have the same. Let’s use both. Then we’ll compare and choose the best, – Alexei announced the verdict. – Do you have a holder in the car?
– What kind?
– For a smartphone, of course! You can’t fix it on this tripod….
– Yes, I do.
– Well, bring it.
I was about to go, but Lesha stopped me.
– Where are you going like that?
I came to my senses and laughed. My outfit was impressive: bra and stockings in addition. Good!…
We took it off. Let’s have a look. It was okay. With the quality of the camera can not compare … Where there should be light shadows, turned out to be darkness. Alexei’s genitals were as black as a…
– But your smile is different,” my partner consoled me.
– Is it sexy?” I asked hopefully.
– In general, yes, – answered Lesha after some pause.
– Let’s make another one? – I suggested. – There is time.
– We can. But change your clothes. By the way, I offered you a variant in clothes.
– And what will be seen? I hesitated. – The most interesting things will be hidden.
– What needs to be seen, we will not hide. And the rest dofantaziruetsya fans strawberry – philosophised Lesha, – Yes, and the wedding ring should be in the frame, for piquancy!
– Lesha, I have a counter-request.
– What?
– I want you to be in the shot.
Alexei thought and thought and… agreed.
– I did. But on one condition. Cover my ear with the earring with blur.
– With what? I don’t understand.
– Darkness. Well, the blur effect, the blur. Or better yet, use some effect, cover it with a stock image. We’ll do it. Don’t worry!
I liked the second of today’s shots better. Encouraged by Lesha’s praise, I glued on the same smile. Well, if it is sexy, according to my partner, then why not!
That evening I thanked Alexei well in bed for his “labours!
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