A slightly awkward story

Damn, so why is this what I remember from my first marriage?

Probably each of us has those moments that are embarrassing to even remember, let alone tell anyone about.

This happened to me sometime around 2013–2014, I don’t remember exactly. I was still living with my first husband back then, not far from the city center. His 32-square-meter apartment was extremely cozy and functional. Still, it only had one room. And since his 14-year-old son Vanek lived with us, the room was divided in half by an old folding screen — it had been there even before I moved in, left over from his first marriage. At that time, I was around 23, finishing up my psychology degree, and Boris was 10 years older than me. I won’t bore you with how we met — I’ll just say he worked in security. He had served in the Red Berets before that, which I only found out after I’d already moved in with him. But later he quit and started doing balcony glazing (privately); I even helped him and went along with him on jobs. Back then in our city, there was a trend for glass-enclosed loggias and the like — people were even putting them in old buildings.

We loved watching various movies in the evenings, mostly during dinner. At that time, a film called Rzhevsky vs. Napoleon had just come out — a locally produced comedy (loosely based on Tolstoy’s War and Peace), except it wasn’t so much a comedy as it was a parody — funny, sure, but stupid to the point of being outrageous. An incredibly popular actress at the time, Khodchenkova, starred in it — along with other stars of our cinema. How they agreed to appear in that piece of junk is beyond me. In any case, the film was heavily promoted back then, and if I remember correctly, we watched it through Kinopoisk (kind of like Netflix).

The scene that bothered me was almost at the very beginning, when Lieutenant Rzhevsky arrives at General Bagration's place to figure out how to delay Napoleon. Only after a while does Bagration pop out from under the skirt of Princess Ostrovskaya, who is lying on the bed with a glass in her hand, making faces while the sounds of shouting and whip lashes come from behind the wall. Implying he was going down on her. But all of that was veiled, so in principle it was wild, yet tolerable. But then — we had already finished dinner and were sitting relaxed on the couch — at some point, the countess (disguised as a man, an adjutant named Simon) kisses Lieutenant Rzhevsky (disguised as a woman) at a wedding. And that’s when my subconscious completely turned upside down: for our cinema, this was an unheard-of act of boldness and provocation. He was kissing her deeply, tongue and all — and Khodchenkova even had a mustache — and frankly, I just sat there in shock. I glanced over at Boris, thinking he would understand my hint — that this wasn’t meant for Vanek’s eyes. Because it was just some kind of insane madness. Because of the glow of the screen, I thought Boris was asleep — I figured his eyelids were closed. I leaned forward a bit to get a better look. But he wasn't asleep. Vanek was also sitting at the other end of the couch, watching. So I just gave up and stayed put. Only a little while later I heard Boris's voice — he asked Vanek to leave the room. I found that strange. A silence fell, because Vanek didn't say anything. Boris called out to him a second time, and then Vanek said, in a pitiful sort of voice, that he wanted to sit a little longer. And then Boris abruptly and loudly said something like, "Get up and get out" — so sharply that I even flinched. He shot out of the room like a bullet, but even before he left, my gaze instinctively dropped downward — to the clear bulge showing in his pants. He walked, trying to turn sideways, hunched over, attempting to hide it. It was harsh and humiliating.

Suddenly, Boris grabbed me by the chin, roughly turned my face toward his — and pressed his lips to mine. His hot, wet tongue persistently pushed into my mouth. And I… I didn't resist. On the contrary — I responded with pleasure, playing with him, teasing, drawing out the kiss with smacking, wet sounds. My hand reached down on its own and found his cock through the fabric of his pants. God, it was rock hard. Still, I pulled away from him because it was a bad idea. That it was completely wrong. But then he just went berserk and pushed me onto the couch, so that I bumped my head lightly against the armrest. In one swift motion, he yanked off my pants along with my underwear. He was so frantic, as if he were in a hurry. We hadn't had sex in a long time, and this just sent him over the edge. And on top of that, I had gotten terribly fat from the antidepressants I was taking after my mother's death, and I even forgot about the pillow I usually put under my hips. He threw one of my legs over his shoulder and pushed the other one off to the side. I thought my uterus was going to turn inside out. He looked me in the eyes, вut it felt like he was looking right through me. his facial expression barely changing — it was like stone. His impenetrability almost amused me a little. He came quickly. Uttered a curse word. And then started again, without pulling out. I had no idea where Vanek was at that moment, but when one man forces another to abstain... well, to put it mildly, I don’t even know what to say... Boris controlled Vanek in everything — there was even a password on the computer. He would tell Vanek to study and not waste time on any nonsense. Although he himself watched porn — I caught onto that at some point. It’s not that I didn’t care, but it seems like men can’t do without that kind of thing. But I never even suspected that they actually got off on chicks with mustaches?! Or was that just my imagination?! I won't lie — the sex was mind-blowing, and our room felt like some kind of cave in the jungle. Since we were on the second floor, our two windows faced the street, with an apartment building right across from us, and that was incredibly arousing — I don't know if anyone ever saw us. Although it was already dark out, evening. And in the room, the lighting was dim, with just the glow from the TV. It was truly something wild. I got up and ran to the bathroom. One of the pillows was lying in some other corner of the room — I have no idea how it ended up there. And Vanek was sitting in the kitchen — I noticed that as I ran past to the bathroom. But Vanek didn't even turn his head. I had completely forgotten about him. Boris came so much sperm inside me that it was just insane. And before or since, I've never seen men shoot their load that quickly.

I think it could have caused Vanek some psychological trauma. Still, I didn't want to provoke Boris. After that, everything went on as usual, and sometime later we broke up. Eventually, we lost touch completely. Considering it was all a long time ago, I doubt anyone cares about what happened anymore. I also came to realize that behind the steely harshness of some men lies a delicate nature — one that is deeply hidden and that they are ashamed to reveal. Still, I think Boris went a bit too far.