Satisfying Friend's Wife

A summer season morning, as golden as warm honey, spread its gentle caress across the rooftops of St. Petersburg. The Neva River, sluggish with the weight of its waters, mirrored the pink and purple hues of the sky. A light breeze rustled through the leaves of the birch trees that lined the boulevards, their branches swaying gently like a parent's reassuring hand. Inside their modest apartment, the sun streamed through the open window, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the walls and floor. Sergey and Sofiya lay tangled in the sheets of their bed, the warmth of their bodies mingling as they slept peacefully. Their five-year-old son, Pavel, lay curled up on a blanket at the foot of the bed, his chest rising and falling slowly with each breath. Their lives were far from perfect, but in that moment, the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the sounds of the city drifting in through the open window. The gentle hum of a passing trolley, the distant calls of gulls circling above the Neva River. Even the artificial limbs that Sergey now wore, the cruel reminders of his past in the armed forces, seemed to lose their weight in the sweet embrace of this summer morning.

Sofiya, an accountant by day, her mind always racing with numbers and spreadsheets, relished these quiet moments with her family. She took a deep breath, filling her lungs with the fresh air, the scent of the sea, and the promise of a new day. As she stretched out her arms, the soft cotton of her nightgown slid over her skin, the gentle friction a welcome distraction from the constant hum of her thoughts. Sergey, on the other hand, lay motionless, his breathing shallow. His mind was a dark, suffocating place, where memories of his time in the armed forces lurked in the shadows, waiting to pounce. He could feel the weight of his prosthetic legs, the cold metal digging into his flesh, as if they were a physical manifestation of the guilt and anguish that consumed him. The soft rustle of the sheets, the gentle snores of his wife and son, even the warm sunlight streaming through the window, all served only to remind him of what he had lost, of the life he could have had. But for Sofiya, everything was different. She saw past his injuries, beyond the darkness that threatened to engulf him. She rolled out of bed, her movements fluid and graceful despite the early hour. Pavel stirred in his sleep, mumbling something incoherent, but didn't wake up. Sofiya smiled down at him, her heart swelling with love. She knew that Sergey needed her strength today, and she would give it to him.Today, she would focus on the life they had built together, the love that bound them. She would keep the apartment clean, make sure Pavel was well fed and cared for, and find ways to bring a spark of happiness into Sergey's life. She knew it wouldn't be easy, but she was determined.

As she dressed in her business attire, she glanced over at Sergey, who was still lying in bed, his eyes closed, his breathing shallow. His prosthetic legs were neatly folded beside the bed, like discarded metal shells. She reached out and gently brushed a stray strand of hair from his forehead, her touch as light as a feather. He didn't stir. Sofiya felt a pang of guilt as she left their apartment, the familiar scent of Sergey's aftershave lingering in the air. She wondered if he would be able to manage on his own today, if he would be able to find the strength to face the day ahead. She took a deep breath, trying to banish the nagging doubts that threatened to consume her. Pavel, still half-asleep, clung to her hand as they made their way to the school. The warmth of his tiny palm against her own was a comforting reminder of the reason she fought so hard every day. She smoothed his hair back from his forehead, planting a kiss on his cheek before letting go, watching as he disappeared into the crowd of other children, his backpack bobbing awkwardly on his shoulders. With a deep breath, she turned and walked towards the metro, her steps purposeful and determined. The familiar scent of bread and coffee from the street vendors mingled with the stale air of the underground, but she barely registered it. Her thoughts were consumed by the image of Sergey, still lying in bed, the weight of his past bearing down on him. She knew that Sergey would struggle with the silence of their apartment, the absence of their son's presence. She hoped that he would find some solace in the routine, in the familiarity of their home.

As she rode the metro, she couldn't help but feel a sense of disconnection from the other passengers, all of whom seemed to be lost in their own thoughts, their own lives. It was a reminder of how lonely the world could be, even when surrounded by people. She wondered how Sergey managed, how he found the strength to face each day. When she finally reached their apartment, she hurried inside, anxious to see Sergey and Pavel. She was glad to see Sergey in good mood as he was catching up with his buddy Igor from the same battalion as his. "Sofiya! You're home. Did you have a good day at work?" Sergey asked, his eyes shining with excitement. She nodded, forcing a smile. "Yes, it was fine. How was your day?". Pavel, who had been playing with his toys in the corner, looked up at her with a grin. "Mommy, I made a new friend at school today!" he exclaimed, his face flushed with excitement. Sofiya felt a surge of pride and happiness wash over her. She knelt down to hug him, breathing in the sweet scent of his hair. "That's wonderful, sweetheart. You should invite him over to play sometime." Sergey introduced Igor to Sofiya, as his buddy from the same battalion.She watched as Sergey and Igor talked, their voices echoing off the walls of their small apartment. They laughed, telling stories from their time in the service, but there was an undercurrent of sadness to their words. As much as she tried to pretend otherwise, she could see the weight of Sergey's injuries, both physical and emotional, bearing down on him. Sofiya wished there was something she could do to make things better, to take away the pain and the guilt that she could see so clearly in Sergey's eyes. She knew that she could only keep trying, that she had to be strong for all. As the evening wore on, Sofiya found herself joining in the conversation between Sergey and his friend Igor. Igor told that he started a business, after taking voluntary retirement, and that business demanded frequent traveling between Moscow and St.Petersburg. "That sounds fascinating," Sergey said, leaning in, "So we can meet up whenever you are in St.Petersburg." The rest of the evening passed in a blur of conversation and laughter, and for the first time in a long while, Sofiya felt a sense of optimism in the air. She couldn't help but wonder if this was the beginning of something new. She was happy for her husband Sergey.

Over time, Igor became an important source of support for Sergey. He would visit him whenever he was in St. Petersburg, and the two men would spend hours talking, sharing stories and laughter. For Sofiya, it was a welcome change to see her husband's spirits lifting, even if only for a short while. She couldn't help but feel grateful for Igor's presence in their lives. One day, as Sergey and Igor were deep in conversation, Sofiya went to change her dress in the bedroom. The men were discussing their days, their families, and their hopes for the future. The bedroom door wasn't closed completely. Igor couldn't help and resist, but watched Sofiya changing her dress. As Sofiya was changing her dress, she was oblivious to the fact that Igor was watching her. His gaze traced the curves of her body, lingering on her breasts before moving lower, taking in the smoothness of her legs. He couldn't help but feel a stirring in his pants. As Sofiya finished changing her dress, she felt a strange sense of unease wash over her. She glanced at the bedroom door and saw that it was ajar, revealing a portion of the living room. Sergey and Igor were still deep in conversation, oblivious to her presence. But she could see that Igor's attention wasn't entirely on their conversation. His gaze was fixed on her, his expression a mixture of desire and guilt. Sofiya quickly closed the bedroom door, feeling embarrassed and a little angry. She wasn't sure what to make of Igor's behavior, but she didn't like the way it made her feel. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart, before rejoining the men in the living room.

At the dinner table, Igor couldn't help but steal glances at Sofiya's ample breasts. His eyes lingered on her cleavage, and he could feel himself growing aroused. He tried to focus on the conversation between Sergey and himself, but his mind kept wandering back to Sofiya. He could feel his heart racing and his face flush with desire. Sofiya, on the other hand, was growing increasingly uncomfortable with Igor's behavior. She could feel his eyes on her, and it made her skin crawl. She shot him a few disapproving glances, but he didn't seem to notice. She longed for the evening to be over so that she could retreat to the safety of her bedroom with Sergey. Despite her growing discomfort with Igor's advances, Sofiya remained loyal to Sergey, her husband. She didn't want to do anything that would jeopardize their relationship or make Sergey feel uncomfortable. She continued to serve her husband and friend dinner, keeping her eyes averted from Igor whenever possible. As the evening wore on, she found herself seeking refuge in the bedroom, trying to escape Igor's gaze and the tension that had filled the air. She wanted nothing more than to feel safe and secure in her marriage. The evening ended and Igor left.As the door closed behind Igor, Sofiya exhaled a shaky breath. Sergey was delighted by the gifts and chocolates that Igor had brought for his son Pavel. Sofiya didn't like Igor bringing the gifts and chocolates, as she sensed ill intention behind it. Igor seemed to be getting very close to Pavel, spending more time with him and talking to him in a way that made Sofiya uncomfortable. She couldn't help but feel that there was more to it than just being friendly and generous. She wanted to trust Igor, but the way he had been looking at her and acting made her doubt his intentions.

The evening passed, and as the couple retired to their bedroom, Sofiya couldn't shake off the feeling that something wasn't right. Igor's persistent gaze followed her, making her feel uncomfortable and exposed. She wanted to confront him, but knew that doing so might only make the situation worse. Instead, she tried to focus on her husband, hoping that the tension between them wouldn't affect their relationship. As time went by, Pavel started liking Igor more and more. He would spend hours playing with him, laughing and enjoying himself. Sofiya couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy and sadness deep inside her heart. One day Igor visited unexpectedly and little late in the evening. Sofiya was wearing a tight white shirt revealing her ample breasts and a pair of fitted jeans that accentuated her curvy figure. She was in the kitchen preparing dinner when she heard Igor's arrival. Her heart raced as she felt his gaze burning into her skin. She tried to ignore it, focusing on the food she was cooking, but it was difficult not to feel self-conscious under his intense scrutiny. She wanted to change her shirt, but didn't. She didn't want to raise any suspicion in her husband's mind. Pavel was playing with Igor.As the evening progressed, Igor's advances grew bolder. He was staring at Sofiya's breasts with lust now.  Sofiya's cheeks flushed with anger and embarrassment as she felt Igor's gaze pinching on her nipples. She could feel his lustful stare burning through her clothes, making her skin crawl. She could feel her breasts tingle and her nipples harden under Igor's intense gaze. It was as if he had the power to control her body with his eyes, making her respond in ways she never thought possible. Sofiya tried to focus on preparing dinner, but the distraction of Igor's lustful stare was unbearable. It was like a hide and seek game between them, as Sergey remained oblivious to the tension in the air. She wanted nothing more than for Igor to leave and for things to go back to the way they were before. As Igor helped himself to the food, he couldn't take his eyes off Sofiya's breasts. Her nipples were hard and poking through her shirt, and he could feel a surge of desire course through his veins. He smiled lustfully at her, enjoying the power he had over her. His gaze traveled down her body, taking in her curvy figure and the way her jeans hugged her hips. Meanwhile, Sergey remained oblivious to the tension between them, engrossed in conversation about their work. Sofiya tried to focus on her husband and ignore Igor's lewd stares, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. She felt her cheeks flush with anger and embarrassment, and her heart raced with a mixture of fear and desire.

After Igor left, they retired to their bedroom, but Sofiya couldn't shake off the feeling of Igor's lewd gaze. She undressed slowly, revealing her aroused body to Sergey. She offered her juicy nipples to her husband, but he didn't suck them as passionately as she wanted. Sergey was trying his best, but he wasn't able to get his thing up. After the unfortunate incident which affected him and limited him to the wheelchair, they rarely had intercourse. Sergey was suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder which affected his ability to satisfy Sofiya in the bed. On the other hand Sofiya was trying her best to support her husband through his tough phase. But that night Sofiya eagerly wanted an orgasm from her husband to forget Igor. The memory of Igor's lecherous gaze haunted her, and the ache between her legs refused to subside. She longed for her husband's touch, for him to make her feel wanted and desired again. She turned to face him, her body pressing against his. "Sergey," she whispered, trying to sound gentle and loving. "I need you tonight. Please, hold me and make love to me." Her voice was full of longing and desperation. Sergey tried again but failed miserably. He felt guilty for not being able to satisfy his wife. He tried to reassure her that it was not her fault and that he still loved her. However, Sofiya could not shake off the image of Igor's lustful gaze from her mind.  All she wanted was love from her husband and remain faithful to him.

Next time when Igor visited, he was acting like an alpha male and trying to control the things around him. He was eager to impress Sofiya at any cost. On one side he was getting very close to Pavel, who really loved Igor's company. One the other side he was trying his best to seduce Sofiya. But he very well knew Sofiya stilled loved her husband. That day he invited Sergey for arm wrestling. As the two men engaged in their friendly competition, Sofiya couldn't help but feel a mixture of pride and arousal. Seeing Sergey struggle with his injuries, she couldn't help but feel protective of him. But at the same time, she couldn't deny the effect that Igor's presence was having on her. His strong, masculine figure and confident demeanor were incredibly attractive. She found herself unable to tear her eyes away from him, even when she tried. When the arm wrestling match ended, both men congratulated each other on a well-fought battle. Sofiya couldn't help but feel conflicted as she watched the interaction between her husband and Igor. On one hand, she loved Sergey dearly and wanted to be faithful to him. On the other hand, there was something about Igor's dominance and confidence that was irresistible. 

At dinner table, Igor proposed to go to waterpark the next Sunday as it was a hot day and will be lots of fun. Pavel was excited and quickly agreed, while Sergey seemed little hesitant. Sofiya glanced at her husband, wondering how he would respond. She knew how much he loved her, and she wanted nothing more than for them to enjoy this day together as a family. But she couldn't help but feel drawn to the excitement in Igor's voice and the way he dominated the conversation. Sergey said he can't but asked Sofiya to go along with Pavel. Sofiya felt a stab of disappointment at her husband's words, but she tried to hide it behind a fake smile. She too didn't want to go as Sergey denied, but Pavel was so eager to go that she had to accept finally. As Sunday approached, Sofiya couldn't shake off the unease in her stomach. She knew she should be excited about the trip to the waterpark with Pavel, but all she could think about was how much she wanted to be with Sergey. 

On Saturday night, Sofiya really wanted to have the best love making with her husband. She wore a sexy dress to entice her husband. Sofiya undid the buttons of her dress, revealing her lacy black bra and firm breasts. She climbed onto the bed, straddling her husband's waist, and kissed him passionately. Sergey felt a surge of desire as his wife's soft curves pressed against him. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer, and began to kiss her neck. Sofiya sensed his reluctance and tried to reassure him, telling him that she still loved him and wanted to make love to him. However, her words fell on deaf ears as Sergey's depression took hold. He apologized, unable to satisfy her needs. Frustrated and hurt, Sofiya turned away from him, her desire replaced by anger and disappointment. She couldn't understand why he couldn't love her the way she loved him. The memory of Igor's confident, dominant presence filled her mind and haunting her. 

The next day Igor came to pick Pavel and Sofiya to go to the waterpark. Pavel was very excited. Sofiya was worried as they were leaving Sergey alone at home. As they drove to the waterpark, Sofiya couldn't help but notice the way Igor commanded the car, expertly maneuvering through traffic. He exuded confidence and dominance that was both intimidating and alluring. She tried her best not to get drawn to his alpha male charm, reminding herself that she was in love with Sergey and wanted to remain faithful. Sofiya found herself torn between her loyalty to her husband and her own desires. After reaching the waterpark they went to the changing rooms. Igor gave a thin fabric sexy white skin tight shirt and black sexy skinny elastic short to Sofiya. Sofiya stared at the outfit in Igor's hand, feeling a mixture of surprise and confusion. She glanced at him, unsure of how to react. "Um...thank you?" she managed to say hesitantly. She went inside the changing room. Sofiya bit her lip, unsure if she should wear the provocative outfit. On one hand, she didn't want to disappoint or embarrass Igor. On the other hand, she didn't want to betray her loyalty to Sergey. She felt torn between her conflicting emotions and desires. Finally, she decided to put on the shirt, and the shorts.

As they walked out of the changing rooms, Sofiya couldn't help but feel self-conscious in the revealing shirt and the short. Her breast curves and her ass curves were clearly visible in those skin tight dress. Sofiya and Pavel joined Igor and they headed to the waterpark. The sun was shining brightly overhead, and the water park was filled with the laughter of children and adults alike. Igor led them through the crowded walkways to the largest water slide. He gave Pavel a playful shove and told him to go first. As Pavel slid down the slide, screaming with delight, Sofiya couldn't help but feel a sense of longing for her husband. She glanced at Igor, who was watching Pavel with pride and amusement, and felt a stirring in her heart. She couldn't deny that she was attracted to his dominance and confidence. Pavel was having lots of fun. He was enjoying every ride. As they continued to enjoy the water park, Sofiya found herself drawn to Igor's presence. She couldn't help but notice the way he commanded attention when he spoke, or how he expertly maneuvered through the crowds without ever seeming rude or overbearing. His confidence was intoxicating, and she felt a thrill of anticipation every time he looked at her. Despite her loyalty to Sergey, she couldn't deny the chemistry between them.

As the day progressed, Sofiya found herself growing increasingly concerned about Sergey. She couldn't help but feel sorry for him, knowing how much he had lost his confidence. She wanted to be with him, to help him feel better and remind him of the man she fell in love with. But at the same time, she couldn't deny the attraction she felt towards Igor and the way he dominated situations with ease. It was a constant struggle between loyalty and desire. After all the rides were covered, they entered the wave pool. It was crowded with people enjoying and dancing on the music. They had water gun to play with. Pavel was spraying water on the people around. But Igor shot water directly at Sofiya's breasts. When her shirt became wet, her juicy nipples were clearly visible which were completely sprouted due to cold water. Sofiya couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement mixed with embarrassment as Igor shot water directly at her breasts. Her nipples hardened instantly, and she could feel a blush creeping up her neck. Despite her conflicting emotions, she found herself drawn to his dominance and the power he held over her. Igor specifically targeted her nipples using his water gun. The water stream was directly hitting her nipples. Sofiya closed her eyes and was enjoying the pleasure of water stream hitting her nipples. She was loving Igor's alpha male dominance over her. Sofiya couldn't deny the arousal that was building inside her as Igor's water stream targeted her nipples. Her body felt alive with anticipation and desire. She found herself wishing he would touch her, just once, to see if it was real or just a figment of her imagination. The more he shot water at her chest, the more she wanted him to take control and explore her further. But even as these thoughts consumed her, she couldn't shake the guilt she felt towards Sergey. She knew she had to be strong and remain faithful to her husband, no matter how much she wanted to give in to the temptation of Igor's dominance. The struggle between loyalty and desire was a constant battle inside her, and she wasn't sure which side would win in the end.

They went deep into the pool, till the water was at neck level. As Pavel splashed around, oblivious to the intimate moment between his mom and dad's friend, Igor grabbed Sofiya's right breast nipple with his thumb and forefinger. His grip was firm but gentle, and she felt a surge of desire course through her body. Her breath hitched in her throat as she looked up at him, their eyes locked in a heated gaze. She wanted him to touch her more, to claim her completely. Pavel continued to play, unaware of the electric current that was flowing between his mom and dad's friend. But for Sofiya, it was as if she had been awakened from a dream. The desire she felt for Igor was overwhelming, and she knew that she had to find a way to resolve this internal conflict before it was too late. Pavel, oblivious to the growing tension between his mom and Igor, continued to splash around in the water. Suddenly, he heard a moan escape Sofiya's lips. Confused Pavel asked "Mama what happened.?" Sofiya didn't have an answer to her son's question. She looked at Igor who was still squeezing her nipples under water. Igor gave a naughty smile. She was expecting some kind of help from Igor in that situation. As Pavel's innocent question hung in the air, Sofiya felt a pang of guilt and shame. But she was in no mood to give up on the pleasure she was getting from the nipple teasing from Igor. She looked with pleaded eyes towards Igor for help. Igor told "Pavel, I am trying to scratch the little itch your mom is having". Pavel giggled and said "Oh, okay." He then swam closer to his mom and asked "Are you feeling better now, mommy?" Sofiya smiled at her son, still feeling the heat of Igor's grip on her nipples beneath the water. Pavel swam away, content that he had made his mom feel better. Igor maintained his grip on Sofiya's nipples, causing her to arch her back slightly as she squirmed in pleasure. The water pressed against her body, making the sensation even more intense. She felt a wave of desire wash over her, and despite her guilt and loyalty to Sergey, she couldn't help but give in to the temptation.

Igor went underwater and started biting Sofiya's hard nipples over her shirt. Sofiya let out a soft moan as Igor's teeth nipped at her hardened nipples underwater. The pain was intense but mixed with pleasure, and she couldn't help but arch her back further into his grip. Her body tingled all over, and her mind was filled with conflicting emotions. On one hand, she knew she shouldn't be doing this; on the other, the sensations were too powerful to resist. As Sofiya felt the intense pleasure and pain of Igor's biting nipples, she couldn't help but glance over at her son. Seeing Pavel innocently splashing around in the water, she felt a pang of guilt deep in her chest. She knew she shouldn't be doing this, but the sensations were too powerful to ignore. Her mind raced with thoughts of loyalty and fidelity, and yet her body betrayed her with each moan and arch of her back. As Sofiya's body responded to Igor's bites, she couldn't help but feel the pleasure coursing through her. It was the release she had been craving, the connection she had been missing with her husband. She knew she shouldn't be enjoying this, but it felt so good. She glanced over at Pavel again, her heart heavy with guilt, but the desire in her eyes betrayed her. As the tension between her conflicting emotions grew, Sofiya closed her eyes and gave into the pleasure. Igor's grip on her nipples tightened, and his teeth bit harder, sending waves of ecstasy coursing through her body. She felt a rush of heat spread through her core, and despite the guilt weighing down on her heart, she couldn't help but moan softly. The desire she had been feeling for her husband was finally being fulfilled, albeit by her husband's friend. The guilt only made the sensations more intense, and she found herself lost in the moment.

The intensity of the pleasure building inside Sofiya was overwhelming. Her body ached for release, and she knew that Igor was the one person who could give it to her. As she felt his teeth nipping at her nipples and his grip on her chest, she imagined what it would be like for him to be inside her. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, making her moan louder. She couldn't help but wish that they could be somewhere more private, where they could fully consummate their desires. But for now, she would have to make do with the forbidden pleasure he was giving her. It was almost end of the waterpark timing. Pavel felt sad that the fun day came to an end. Pavel swam over to his mom and wrapped his little arms around her neck. "I had so much fun today, mommy," he said with a yawn. "Can we come back here again soon?" His question broke through the haze of desire that had been clouding Sofiya's mind. She looked down at her son and forced a smile, trying to reassure him. "Of course, sweetheart," she said softly. "I'm sure we'll come back here again soon." She glanced over at Igor, hoping that he understood her meaning. He gave her a nod, as if he did. As they finished up in the changing rooms and got dressed, Sofiya felt a weight settle heavily in her stomach. The guilt of what had happened in the pool was like a lead ball, making it hard for her to focus on anything else. As they walked out of the waterpark, Sofiya couldn't help but wonder what the future held for her and her family, and if she would ever be able to forgive herself for giving in to temptation.

They reached home and Pavel was eagerly telling his eventful day to his dad. Sergey listened intently as Pavel recounted their day at the waterpark, his face lit up with pride and amusement. As Sergey listened to Pavel's stories, Igor was gazing at Sofiya. Sofiya felt guilty whenever she looked into her husband's eyes. She felt embarrassed thinking about the pleasure she enjoyed not from her husband, but from her husband's friend. When she was going into the bedroom to change her dress, Igor hinted her to wear the skin tight shirt. Sofiya felt her cheeks heat up as she glanced over at Igor. She hesitated for a moment before taking off her dress and reaching for the tight shirt he had hinted at. As she slid it on, it clung to her curves, revealing her breasts and accentuating her figure. She felt self-conscious and guilty wearing it, knowing that it was likely to arouse Igor and remind her of what had happened. She joined the others in the living room, sitting down on the couch next to her husband. Pavel was still excitedly talking about the waterpark, unaware of the tension in the air between his mom and their dad's friend. She felt a mixture of desire and guilt, unsure of what to do about her conflicting emotions. As the evening progressed, Sofiya found it increasingly difficult to focus on anything other than the way Igor was watching her. She wanted to confess to her husband what had happened, but she was terrified of the consequences. The guilt weighed heavily on her, and she couldn't shake the feeling that she had betrayed not only her husband but also her son. 

As dinner came to an end, Sergey suggested that Igor stay the night, as he must be exhausted from their long day at the waterpark. Igor smiled, accepting the offer and thanked Sergey. He was very happy to grab this opportunity. Sofiya's heart sank at the thought of spending the night with her husband and his friend in such close quarters. She knew that she needed to talk to Sergey, to confess what had happened and beg for his forgiveness. But the fear of losing her family kept her silent. Instead, she forced a smile and agreed with her husband. She turned to Igor and offered him a grateful smile. After the dinner, Pavel went to his bedroom and slept as he was very tired. Igor and Sergey continued their chatting on the dinner table as Sofiya was busy in the kitchen. As the men continued their conversation, Sofiya busied herself in the kitchen, trying to avoid eye contact with Igor. She could feel his gaze on her, and it made her tremble with desire. She wished she could find a way to end this charade, to confess to her husband and get things back to normal. But the fear of losing her family held her back.Eventually, Sergey excused himself to the bedroom, saying that he was feeling tired. Igor helped him move his wheelchair to his bedroom and helped him lay on his bed. He deliberately kept his wheelchair far away from the bed, so that he can't come out of the bedroom on his own. He said goodnight, switched off the light in the bedroom and closed the door before coming out. He came to the living room and sat their, eagerly waiting for Sergey to fall asleep.He switched off the lights in the living room when he heard Sergey snoring and slowly made his way to the kitchen. As he approached, he could feel Sofiya's presence even before he saw her. She was standing by the counter, her back to him.

Sofiya saw Igor and felt a mixed feeling of guilt and arousal. Igor walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back against his chest. He rested his chin on her shoulder and took a deep breath, inhaling her familiar scent. He slowly moved his hands onto her breasts and started squeezing them gently. Sofiya gasped, her body tensing as Igor's strong hands squeezed her breasts. She closed her eyes, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks. She wanted to push him away, but at the same time, she couldn't deny the pleasure she felt. She bit her lip, trying to control her emotions. Sofiya shivered as Igor's hands continued to massage her breasts. She felt helpless against his touch, unable to resist the intense desire coursing through her. She knew she shouldn't be feeling this way, but she couldn't help herself. She felt guilty for betraying her husband, but at the same time, she craved the dominance and control that Igor seemed to exude. He started kissing her neck from behind, as he pulled her shirt up and bra down exposing her nipples to the cold air. The cold air made her nipples harden as Igor kissed her neck, his teeth grazing her skin. She could feel his erection pressing against her ass, and she knew that he wanted her. She wanted him too, but the guilt was still there, a constant reminder of the wrongness of their situation. As he continued to kiss her and fondle her breasts, she tried to ignore the voice in her head telling her to stop. She needed this release, this escape from the weight of her guilt and the pressure of her desires.

Sofiya arched her back as Igor pinched her nipples, a moan escaping her lips. The pain was exquisite, mixing with the pleasure in a way that made her head spin. She gripped the countertop behind her, her knuckles white with the effort to remain upright. Her breasts felt so sensitive, every touch sending a jolt of desire through her body. She wanted him to touch her more, to make her feel this way for as long as possible.As she thought about how Sergey usually made love to her, she realized that this was the kind of pleasure she was expecting from her husband. But it felt so much better with Igor. His strength, his dominance, and the way he knew exactly what she needed made her feel wanted and desired in a way that she hadn't felt in years.The thought made her heart ache, but it also made her want to beg for more. Igor turned her around, his strong hands gripping her hips as he stared into her eyes. He sucked on her nipples, making slurping sounds that sent a shiver down her spine. She arched her back, moaning as he teased and sucked on her sensitive buds. Her fingers tangled in his hair, urging him to be rougher, to make her feel even more out of control. She bit her lip, trying to contain the pleasure that coursed through her body as he continued to dominate her. Igor was alternating between the nipples, making pop sound while leaving the nipple free for a moment. Sofiya was moaning and arching her back, her fingers tangled in his hair, urging him to continue. She felt so out of control, so helpless against his touch. Her body trembled with desire as he sucked and nipped at her sensitive nipples. 

While the passion in the kitchen was soaring, Sergey woke up for one of Sofiya's moaning. He tried falling asleep, but couldn't as he continuously heard some kind of noise coming from the kitchen. In the kitchen Sofiya's breath hitched in her throat as Igor continued to torment her nipples. She was lost in the sensation, unable to focus on anything but the way his teeth and tongue felt against her skin. Sergey was curious to know what was happening. He slowly came down off the bed and crawled towards the wheelchair. With difficulty, he got onto to his wheelchair and slowly came up to the door. He opened it slowly without making any noise. As he opened the door, he could hears the moaning more clearly. His heart rate rose, suspecting something really bad. In the darkness of the living room, he slowly strolled his wheelchair towards the kitchen.As Sergey wheeled his chair closer to the kitchen, he could hear the slurping sounds of sucking  more distinctly. He hesitated for a moment, fear and confusion warring within him. Finally, he mustered the courage to move closer being in the darkness of the living room.

Sergey could hardly believe his eyes as he watched his friend Igor passionately sucking on his wife's nipples. Sofiya's back was arched, and she was moaning loudly, clearly enjoying the attention. He felt a mix of shock, and jealousy. Igor continued to suck on Sofiya's nipples, occasionally letting them pop out of his mouth before taking another. Sergey could see the pleasure on Sofiya's face, and it was hard for him to tear his gaze away. He couldn't remember the last time he had seen her look so satisfied and desirable. Sergey watched in disbelief as Igor continued to pleasure Sofiya. He felt a mixture of emotions: anger, jealousy, and betrayal. He wanted to interrupt them, to demand that they stop, but at the same time, he couldn't tear his eyes away from the scene unfolding before him. He knew that this wasn't right; it went against everything they believed in and their marriage vows. Sergey watched as Igor finally released Sofiya's nipples, gently caressing them with his thumbs. She leaned forward, resting her head against his shoulder as they both panted for air. For a moment, they stood there, their bodies pressed together. Sergey's heart ached at the sight of them together, so intimate and close. He wanted to say something, to confront them, but he didn't have the confidence and courage to do so. 

As Igor made Sofiya lay on the floor, she could feel his weight pressing down on her, his body heat enveloping her. He positioned himself between her legs and started biting down on her nipples, Sofiya arched her back, moaning loudly. The pain mingled with pleasure, sending shockwaves of sensation through her body. Sergey couldn't bear the pain of seeing his friend hold his wife's nipples between his teeth and biting them hard. Sergey was surprised at the way his wife was enjoying the pleasure from nipples biting. It made him feel both aroused and jealous. He couldn't help but wonder if she felt this way about him too. He wished he could be the one to make her feel this way, to give her the pleasure she seemed to crave. But watching Igor take control, make her moan and arch her back, filled him with a mixture of emotions he couldn't quite comprehend. He wished he could confront them, make them stop, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Instead, he stayed in the living room, watching from the darkness, feeling more and more helpless as the minutes ticked by. Igor continued to pleasure Sofiya, alternating between biting her nipples and sucking on them. Her body writhed beneath him, her cries of pleasure echoing through the small kitchen. Sofiya moaned louder as she felt the pressure on her nipples. She arched her back, offering her breasts to Igor, begging for more. He took her invitation and sucked harder on her nipples, causing her to cry out in pleasure. As Igor started nibbling her neck passionately while squeezing her nipples hard, Sofiya's body arched further, her hips lifting off the ground involuntarily. She moaned loudly, the sound muffled against Igor's shoulder as he continued to suck and bite her nipples. Sergey, watching from the living room, felt a wave of heat wash over him. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the scene before him, but he didn't know what to do. Sergey watched as his wife's body trembled with pleasure under Igor's ministrations. He had never seen her this aroused before, and it was painful to see her in that aroused state. He felt a mixture of emotions warring within him: jealousy, anger, and betrayal. 

Sergey's heart raced as he watched his friend undress his wife. She lay there, naked and vulnerable, her body arching up towards Igor. As Igor positioned himself between her legs, Sergey's breath hitched in his throat. He wanted to stop this, to protect his marriage, but the sight of them together was too much to resist. Sergey's heart pounded as he watched Igor position himself between his wife's legs. He couldn't believe what was happening, but he couldn't tear his eyes away either. Igor started rubbing his penis against Sofiya's clitoris, and she let out a moan so loud that Sergey was sure the neighbors could hear it. Her body arched off the ground, seeking more contact, more pleasure. Sergey felt a surge of jealousy and anger course through him. Sergey felt his heart race as he watched his wife beg for more pleasure. He couldn't believe what was happening. It felt like a knife was slowly twisting in his chest, cutting him apart. He wanted to stop this, to make it all go away, but at the same time, he couldn't look away from the scene unfolding before him. He wished he could be the one to make her feel this way, to give her this release. But instead, he was forced to stand by and watch as Igor took control, dominating his wife's body and making her cry out with pleasure. Sergey's mind raced, trying to comprehend what was happening. He wanted to confront them, to demand that they stop, but at the same time, he couldn't bring himself to do it. He felt powerless and helpless, like a bystander watching a train wreck happen in slow motion. The tension in the room was palpable, and it was only getting worse.

Sofiya was very wet. Her body arched off the ground, seeking more contact, more pleasure. She moaned loudly as Igor was teasing her vagina with his penis. Sergey's heart pounded as he watched his wife writhe beneath Igor. He wanted to do something, anything to make the pain stop, but he couldn't move. His legs felt weak, his breathing ragged. He wanted to scream, to demand that they stop, but the words stuck in his throat. All he could do was stand there and watch as they brought each other so much pleasure. Igor slowly pushed only the head of his penis inside Sofiya and stopped. Her body arched off the ground, a mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through her. She wanted him to enter into her completely. He then asked "Do you love your husband or me?". Sergey was taken aback by the question. His mind reeled as he tried to process it.  Sergey felt his heart race even faster as he waited for Sofiya's response. He could see the conflict within her, the struggle between her love for him and the overwhelming pleasure that Igor was giving her. But as she lay there, panting and arching her back, he knew deep down that something had shifted. She wasn't the same woman he had married. Her breath came out in ragged gasps as she tried to form a response. "I... I love you, Igor," she managed to choke out. Even before the response came, Igor thrust his penis inside Sofiya with immense force. She cried out in pleasure as he buried himself to the hilt. Sergey watched in horror as his wife was taken by the force of Igor's passion. Her body arched upwards, her back curved, and her hands gripped the sheets. She moaned and gasped with each powerful thrust, her eyes closed tightly, lost in the sensation. Sergey felt a knot forming in his stomach, a mixture of anger, jealousy, and betrayal coursing through his veins. He wanted to stop this, to make it go away, but he was helpless to do anything but watch as they consummated their affair right before his eyes.

Sergey watched, his heart racing, as Igor took his wife roughly, thrusting deep and hard. He wanted to scream, to make them stop, but the words caught in his throat. His eyes darted between their entwined bodies, unable to look away from the scene unfolding before him. Sofiya arched her back, meeting each thrust with a moan of pleasure. Her nails dug into the sheets, leaving tiny tears in the fabric. Her legs were wrapped tightly around Igor's waist, pulling him closer still. The room was filled with the sounds of their passion, and Sergey felt like he was drowning in the sensation. He wanted to turn away, to run from the room, but his body was rooted to the spot. He couldn't bear to see his wife with another man, but he couldn't make himself leave. The tension grew unbearable as he watched them, their bodies moving in perfect sync, their pleasure intertwined. As Sergey watched, helpless to do anything but witness the love affair between his wife and Igor, he felt a hot tear roll down his cheek. It was as if someone had punched him in the gut, stealing the air from his lungs. He could hardly believe what was happening. Sofiya was crying out Igor's name for every thrust, her voice hoarse and pleading. Her body arched off the ground, seeking more contact, more of the pleasure that Igor was giving her. The room was filled with the sounds of their passion, and Sergey felt like he was trapped in a nightmare from which he could not awaken. As Sofiya neared her climax, she tightened her legs around Igor's waist, her nails digging into his back. Her body arched off the ground, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Igor," she moaned, her voice barely audible over their ragged breathing. "I'm going to... Oh God... I'm going to..." Her words trailed off into a whimper as she felt the first wave of orgasm wash over her. Her muscles tensed, her body convulsing with pleasure, and her voice echoed through the room as she cried out his name. Sergey watched in horror and disbelief as his wife experienced an orgasm with another man, their bodies moving together in a sensual dance that left no doubt as to their feelings for one another. The pain in his heart was almost unbearable.

Igor felt the wave of pleasure coursing through him as he reached his climax, thrusting deeply inside Sofiya. His body tensed, and he let out a hoarse cry as he emptied his seed into her. Her body convulsed around him, and he felt her muscles tighten as she experienced her own orgasm. The sensation was overwhelming, and he knew that this moment would be etched into his memory forever. As he released his hold on her, he collapsed on top of her, their sweaty bodies entwined. Sergey could barely stand to watch as Igor pulled out of his wife and lay beside her, their chests heaving. He felt a rage building inside him, a mixture of jealousy and betrayal that threatened to consume him. He wanted to lash out, to make them pay for what they had done, but he knew that he couldn't. His heart ached as he looked at Sofiya, her face flushed and her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked so satisfied, so content with the man lying beside her. Sergey felt like he was drowning in a sea of despair, his world crashing down around him. Time seemed to stand still as Sergey watched his wife and Igor dress. He felt numb, unable to process what had just happened. Sergey felt like he was in a trance as he watched them dress. The sound of their movements brought him back to reality with a jolt. Sofiya's eyes widened as she saw him there, a look of guilt and fear etched into her features. 

Sofiya felt a mixture of guilt and fear as she saw Sergey's expression. She knew she had betrayed him, and her heart ached with the weight of her actions. Without thinking, she fell to her knees at his feet, tears streaming down her face. "Sergey, I'm so sorry," she sobbed. "I don't know what came over me. I love you, and I never wanted to hurt you." Her hands shook as she reached out to touch him. Sergey felt a cold anger seeping into his veins as he looked down at his wife kneeling before him. The sight of her, so vulnerable and exposed, only served to fuel his rage. He wanted to lash out, to make her pay for what she had done, but he knew that he couldn't. He couldn't bear to see the pain in her eyes. Igor stood nearby, watching the exchange between Sergey and Sofiya with a mixture of guilt and uncertainty. He knew that he had betrayed a trust, but the passion they had shared moments ago still lingered in the air. He didn't know how to make things right, or if they could ever go back to the way they were before. As Sergey struggled to find words, his eyes flickered between Sofiya and Igor. The tension in the room was palpable, and it seemed as if time had slowed to a crawl. Finally, he spoke, his voice barely audible above their labored breathing. "Do you think Igor gave you more pleasure than me." His words were like a knife to the heart, cutting through the silence and leaving no doubt as to his feelings. Sofiya looked up at Sergey, her eyes filled with tears. She knew that he was hurt, and she wanted to make it better. But she couldn't lie to him. "I... I don't know how to answer that," she said, her voice shaking. "I never meant for this to happen. I love you, Sergey. You're my husband, and you mean everything to me."

Sergey's expression remained unyielding. "Do you think Igor gave you more pleasure than me?" he repeated, his voice cold and hard. The question hung in the air, a weight that seemed to grow heavier with each passing second. Sofiya looked down at the floor, her shoulders slumping. She knew that she couldn't lie to him, not this time. "Yes the pleasure from Igor was more than you ever gave to me" she managed to choke out. Sergey's face twisted into a mask of pain as he heard her words. He felt as if he had been stabbed in the heart. Sergey's expression softened slightly as he took in her words. He knew that he couldn't compete with the passion and experience that Igor had brought to the table. "I can't give you what you need, Sofiya," he said, his voice raw with emotion. "I've tried, but I'm not enough for you. Do you want to continue this...affair?" He paused, waiting for her response. Sofiya looked up at him, her eyes filled with tears. She didn't want to hurt him any more than she already had. "I don't know, Sergey," she whispered. "I don't want to lose you, but I need... I need this too." Her words hung in the air, a confession of her own selfishness.

Sergey's expression remained stoic as he considered her words. "All right," he said finally. "We'll do it your way. But I want you to understand that this doesn't change anything between us. It's just for your physical needs. You will still be my wife, and I will be your husband. Do you understand?" He looked her in the eye, searching for any hint of deceit. Sofiya nodded slowly, wiping away her tears. "Yes, I understand. Thank you, Sergey," she said softly. She knew that this arrangement was far from ideal, but it was the best they could hope for under the circumstances. With that understanding between them, Sergey turned to leave the room, unable to bear the sight of his wife and Igor any longer. As he walked away, he felt a heavy weight settling into his chest. Despite his best efforts to maintain a sense of control, he knew that their relationship would never be the same again. Igor, on the other hand, felt a mix of relief and guilt as he watched Sergey leave. He knew that he had caused a great deal of pain, but he couldn't deny the physical connection he had shared with Sofiya. In truth, Igor was the one benefitting from the arrangement. The passion they shared was unlike anything he had experienced before, and the knowledge that he was fulfilling Sofiya's needs in a way that Sergey couldn't, filled him with a sense of power and accomplishment. 

Igor couldn't resist the temptation any longer. As Sergey's wheelchair faded into the bedroom, he moved towards Sofiya, his lips parted and his eyes filled with desire. He pulled her close, their bodies pressed tightly together, and began to kiss her with a passion that left her breathless. Sofiya responded eagerly, wrapping her arms around his neck and returning his kiss with equal fervor. Sofiya and Igor continued their passionate embrace, lost in the heat of the moment. As they kissed, she could feel the hardness of his arousal pressed against her, reminding her of the intimacy they had just shared. She knew that their relationship was far from ideal, but for now, she was going to enjoy every moment of it.

They needed a bedroom for their romantic encounter. Sofiya planned to move her son Pavel to Sergey's bedroom. She went into Pavel's bedroom and carried him to Sergey's bedroom. Sergey was still awake. Sofiya looked into her husband's eyes and said "I hope Pavel sleeping with you is ok?." Sergey didn't respond anything. Sofiya slowly slipped out of the room and went to other bedroom where Igor was eagerly waiting for her. As she entered the room, he pounced on her like a lion. Sofiya moaned as Igor's teeth grazed her nipples, sending shivers down her spine. She arched her back, offering herself up to him as he continued to feast on her breasts. His touch was so expert, so skilled, that she felt as though she were floating on a cloud of pleasure. She ran her fingers through his hair, urging him to take more of her, to make her feel even more desired and wanted. Sofiya cried out Igor's name as he bit her nipples, the pain mingling with the pleasure that surged through her body. She arched her back, her hips thrusting upwards in desperation, seeking more of his touch. Sergey heard Sofiya's moans from the other room. It was a mixture of pain and pleasure. He tried to ignore them, but he wasn't able to douse his jealousy knowing that his friend was enjoying his wife in the next bedroom. Sofiya cried out in pleasure as Igor thrust deep inside her, his powerful strokes driving them both to the brink of ecstasy. She felt his hands grip her hips tightly, guiding him with expert precision as he took her with abandon. Her body arched off the bed, meeting each of his thrusts with equal force, their flesh slapping together in a rhythm that seemed to echo throughout the room.

Sofiya cried out in pleasure as her body trembled with an orgasm. Igor's thrusts grew faster and deeper, his breath hot against her neck as he neared his own release. He growled in satisfaction, the vibrations of his voice sending shivers down her spine. Finally, with a powerful thrust, he buried himself inside her, his body shuddering as he released his seed deep within her. They collapsed together on the bed, their chests rising and falling in unison, their hearts still racing from the passion they had just shared. Sofiya nestled her head into the crook of Igor's neck, relishing the feel of his skin against hers, and the warmth of his body enveloping her. She knew that this was only for now, that they could only pretend for as long as it took for Sergey to get better. But in this moment, with Igor's heart beating so close to hers, she felt loved and desired in a way she hadn't in years.