Erotic short story: sex with a realistic sex doll: And yet I got her!

Erotic story with a virgin is not a popular genre. Maybe because most people imagine exotics living outside of reality. A mistake, gentlemen. This wild adventure made my dream come true and helped me get married without the black dot for infidelity.

Crush on beauty

How could I tempt you? Maybe stop looking at this story as a midnight figment of the imagination that began to flourish in you after frantically flipping through a spicy magazine. No erotic story with a virgin, no departure from reality. On the contrary. It cost me a lot of money and a strong will not to bend my sister-in-law's kitchen counter. But what I wouldn't do for my wife.

The fact that two weeks later, on our honeymoon in Mexico, we had to put up with a classic room on the ground floor right next to the kitchen, so we were woken up every morning at 5:30 by the charade of wooden spoons and mixers. Oh well, at least we enjoyed beautiful sunrises.

My wife is pretty. A few freckles and eyes fairly far apart, but nothing to embarrass a person. One would say that she also has puffy cheeks, narrow lips, a high forehead and a sharp chin, bony shoulders, disproportionately large nipples for her small breasts and much more. But come on, she's my wife. She is pretty. Beautiful. Inside and out.

But I won't lie. Her sister is exactly what every guy wants to capture sometimes. Blonde hair, juicy lips and that ass of hers. True, he is a little tongue-in-cheek, but that may not be a bad thing in some situations. At least I thought it was very sexy and I often deliberately directed the conversation in such a way that she had to struggle with words.

Get out of your head

Life went on and I asked my wife to marry me partly out of my own conviction and partly under pressure. He leaves sweet notes in my wallet, puts an extra slice of ham in my sandwich, and has a few tricks up his sleeve to royally take care of my crotch. I can not complain. I've never understood the unhealthy intimate relationship he has with his mother, but I won't be a nitwit.

I am not one of those guys who sometimes forget themselves under another skirt. Marriage is a commitment. And so I slowly said goodbye to all potential lovers. But it was a double pain for Edita's sister. I thought for a long time that I would offer her my arms and she would then give me a tight hug down there in return.

We had a barbecue and a large group gathered in the backyard. Tereza took the skipping rope in her hand and started swinging it. She skipped once, twice...soon she got into a rhythm. I looked around and realized I wasn't alone. As she bounced off the ground and the muscles in her calves danced, her breasts danced, her cleavage shifted to reveal her areolas, her bottom jumped. An incredible spectacle. I put my head down to cool down. Tight pants in the crotch were not the result of lack of sex, Tereza. If only this merry-go-round started above me.

While the woman was having fun late into the night, I went to bed. Relieve. Once. And then three more times. It was enough for me to hear Tereza's infectious laugh. The idea of her giggling while sitting on top of me was simply unbearable. But infidelity is repugnant to me. And how would I do it? She is not a woman from work or a horny female from a dating site. Barely a month and she will be my sister-in-law. I tried to spawn arguments against, but it didn't and wouldn't sink down there. Still in a positive mood.

Three in a row

I am lying and waiting for dawn. A new email alert has sounded. Well, they are already reminded with the payment of the deposit for the honeymoon. We have the tickets, all you have to do is pay for the stay. It's a rocket. One hundred and thirty thousand in two weeks. And then I got a devilish idea. Now maybe it will become an erotic story with a virgin, which you can read on every B-web site. But this beauty was so much like Teresa. She had her curves, her eyes, pouty lips and velvety skin. I've dictated enough. I called customer service twice to have them wrap it discreetly. I don't know how to explain it. I just opened the box, almost out of breath.

The wife can be tied up, in a nurse's outfit, decorated with chocolate and ride on me and give me anal. She is willing to do anything, but the kitty well hidden behind the tool box will always have priority. I don't even care about the living one anymore. I'm going to screw this one up. Not because she's almost Teresa, but she cost me fifty grand and enough comfort on vacation in Mexico.