It was two years ago. There were two or three sexy fish movies that broke up with my wife
I had done. On the one hand, I did not have the thought of marrying another woman at all. On the other hand, I was finally a man
And I needed the opposite sex. One day in the grocery store
I saw a young woman in a chador that Connie had come to buy. I bought it without paying attention to him and left the store
I came out young. The next day when I was in the fruit shop
The same woman came in and greeted my nipple. I looked at him. She was a young and beautiful woman with a smile
She had beauty on Kos on her lips. I also greeted and
I left the store after shopping. But for a while I was thinking about her beautiful smile. Afternoon two days later sex story when resumed
I returned home from work. The doorbell rang in Iran.
When I opened the door, I saw the same woman standing at the door with the same beautiful smile. After greetings, Maryam introduced herself and said that our neighbor was upstairs and asked if their mobile phone bill had come to us by mistake or not. The answer is no. He thanked and said goodbye and left. I thought about him more that day. I was very likely that the issue of mobile bills is an excuse. After some research I found out that they live right upstairs in my apartment. The young woman's husband is a not-so-young but strong carpenter who leaves home early every morning and returns home at about eight or nine o'clock at night. Maryam is also a housewife and they do not have children. I was automatically sensitive to their situation. During the following days, I would see Maryam in the alley or in the shop, and she would always meet me with the same warm and beautiful smile. He stopped once and greeted me for a longer time and asked about my family. I told him I live alone and I am separated from my wife. He replied that he knew this and that he meant to greet my family, my parents. I replied that my father had gone to God's mercy for several years and that my old mother lived with my brother in the city. A few days later, the doorbell rang and he handed me a bowl of soup and said that it had been cooked for them and that he had poured a bowl for me. I waited a few days for him to return for another job to return the bowl of soup in which I had poured some nuts. Why not. On the other hand, I wanted to see him again. In short, one afternoon I went to the sea and went upstairs and rang the bell at his house. Nobody answered. I had to go back to my apartment. I saw him on the street the next day and told him that I had come to return the bowl yesterday. You will apologize and say that he must have been in the bathroom at that time and did not hear the doorbell. When he said it was a bath, I imagined him naked in the shower. The next afternoon he called our house (I do not know where he got my phone from) and asked me to go upstairs for a few minutes. He said he would leave the door open so that the neighbors would not be sensitive, and I would go to his apartment without speaking in the hallway. Although I felt a little threatened because of her carpenter's husband, the urge to see him led me to his apartment. I entered slowly and closed the door. Without a tent, he came to greet me in an open-collar house and took a bowl full of nuts from me and said that he had burned his hand with hot oil and asked me to help him. I followed him to the bedroom like a wizard, and you can imagine what happened. It was not a matter of burning at all and these words. Let me just say that in the few years I have lived with my wife, I have never enjoyed sex so much. Maryam knew her job well. During the two hours I was there, he gave me so much pleasure that I will not forget for the rest of my life. After we calmed down a bit, she said that from now on, when her husband goes to work first thing in the morning, it is the best time to visit us. He will leave the door open and I can go to him, which has been our job for a long time. When her husband was walking in the hallway in front of our house and I saw him go. I quickly jumped upstairs and we talked with Maryam. During this time, I had met her husband several times on the street or in the hallway, and we had greeted him. We talked a little once in the yard. His name was Akbar, he was a rough and tumble person. I was amazed when I imagined how this ugly body embraces Maryam's delicate body. On the other hand, love for Maryam did not allow me to think about the consequences of continuing this relationship. After a while, Maryam and her husband went on a trip for a few days. I missed Mary very much. I needed him very much. The night they returned from the trip, I could not sleep until morning. I needed him very much. I fell asleep near morning. Early in the morning, when the door of their apartment rang, I jumped out with the same shirt and underpants and went to their apartment. With that sleepy state, I did not realize at all that it was Friday. I went to bed and hugged her from behind. I felt very awkward. Yes, you guessed it, he was Akbar Agha who was lying in bed. Maryam had gone out to buy bread. Akbar Agha turned to me with surprise and violence and said, "What are you doing in my bed?" That was the only answer I had. Akbar, sir, I came to make you…. Fortunately, Akbar Agha believed me and kicked me out of his house.
