A Pill for Potency Pt. 01

On the trees outside the window, some leaves have already turned yellow and orange, but the hot weather after a week of cooling again decided to return to Moscow for another couple of days. Igor decided not to miss this opportunity and visit a country house with his wife to clean up, go to the sauna and maybe fry shish kebabs. Sveta, that's the name of her spouse, also loved a quiet vacation in the country, despite the fact that at the age of 35 she was ten years younger than Igor.

They met almost ten years ago, when she was either 25 or 26, it's hard to remember, but even then the provincial girl was not attracted to the capital's hangout in clubs and bars. Therefore, Sveta liked that she was being cared for by an adult, handsome man who wanted comfort in the house for himself and could provide a decent standard of living in return.

Igor managed to grow up in his career before he was thirty and over the years he only became wealthier, thanks to which the family never felt the need, and the relationship with the young lady developed mainly without domestic scandals due to budget shortages, so familiar to most Russian marriages. Maybe that's why Igor and Sveta so successfully managed to build a warm and trusting relationship, thanks to which they could calmly discuss their fantasies or problems.

-- Sveta, I want to go to the dacha today, clean up there, maybe make kebabs, and tomorrow we'll come back, what do you think? -- Drinking morning coffee in the kitchen, Igor turned to his wife who had just woken up.

-- Mm, why not, and when do you want to leave? And then I just woke up, I'll be packing for a long time. -- Sveta answered, still yawning.

-- Well, it's too posh to go to the country, I think it's not required? -- Igor pricked his wife with a smile -- Besides, I'm going to the store for now, I'll take meat and so on, and you can take your time getting ready, I won't leave without you anyway.

-- Good -- Sveta put her cheek under her husband's kiss, after which he left to get dressed.

The car started with autorun in the parking lot was already waiting for its owner, who was just leaving the entrance. With a cheerful gait, Igor headed to the car to go to the nearest supermarket in search of everything he might need on the trip. On the way, he noticed a local janitor who was sitting on a bench with a broom in his hands and with a sad face thinking about something.

-- Hi, Alik. Why are you so depressed today? -- Igor turned to a familiar worker.

-- Just like that, well! -- The janitor waved his hand, expressing his indignation.

In general, Alik's real name was Alpamys, Igor found out about it when one day he noticed him brushing snow off cars in the parking lot in the early winter morning. Such dedication to work aroused respect, so Igor kindly decided to thank the enthusiastic janitor and gave him a five-hundredth bill, so they met. Later, Sveta learned about him from her husband and also decided to periodically support Alik, who offered to call himself that so as not to pronounce his full name. The couple periodically threw in some money or bought groceries and essentials.

Actually, Alik himself never complained about wages and poverty and did not ask for money, although he did not refuse. He worked in Moscow for the second year and tried to send all the money to Tajikistan to his family, who either built a house or bought it with a mortgage. Despite his 64 years, Alik looked slim and fit with a height of 1.85. Thick shaggy eyebrows peeked out from under his black hair, adding a kind of zest to his appearance, thanks to which Alik could be called cute with a stretch.

-- The payment has been delayed for the third day, and I need to send it to my homeland. I tried to get to the director, but he is always out of place, or maybe they just say that. -- Alik explained the current situation with the housing department.

-- Of course they will, Alik, they always do. How are you, is there any food? Igor asked sympathetically.

-- It's fine, I'll wait. He waved his hand again to change the subject.

-- I understand you, -- in response, he said goodbye to the janitor and headed for the car.

"Everything is fine with him, but he probably will stretch a loaf of bread for three days to eat with water." Igor thought and decided to grab some food for Alik in the store.

After spending about half an hour in the supermarket, Igor collected everything he needed, not forgetting a package of food for the janitor, and was already driving along the road to the house. Parking in an empty space, he noticed that Alik was still sitting on the same bench.

-- Here you go, I went to the store, I decided to grab something for you on the way too. -- Igor handed the janitor a bag of food and in addition shoved a thousand prepared in advance into his hand.

- thanks. -- Alik nodded dryly and thanked him, who was not used to receiving something as a gift.

Pleased with himself, Igor went home to see if his wife had already had time to prepare for the trip.

It didn't take long for Sveta, so by the time her husband returned, she was already completing her packing. An hour later, everyone was finally ready and, taking the necessary things, set off on their way.

It was quite cozy at the dacha, despite the small garbage that had accumulated on the plot in the absence of the spouses. After sorting things out, Igor went to prepare a bath for the evening, and Sveta decided to do the cleaning.

When the logs crackled merrily, warming up a small stove, Igor lit a fire in the grill and took a knife to help his wife prepare small cuts for the table, which was covered quite quickly.

When Sveta finished the last piece of meat fried on the fire, the couple went to the ready-made bath.

Once again, Igor admired the figure of his wife, who was slowly undressing to enter the steam room. The breasts of the second and a half size with small brown areoles appeared in all its glory when the bra went to the sofa. The undressed Sveta kissed her husband, who was already left in his underpants and slipped through the dense door to meet the copiously exiting couple. Having thrown off the last item of clothing, Igor went after her.

The bath turned out to be quite hot, so there was no desire to stay there for a long time and on a full stomach. After a hasty wash, the flushed couple went to the dressing room to drink a chilled non-alcoholic beer. Throwing a towel over herself, happy with a busy day of Light, she snuggled up to Igor, who immediately hugged her.

- OK. -- That's all my wife breathed out.

Gradually, the heat from the steam room passed, returning the vigor to the body, which Sveta decided to use immediately, turning the evening into a romantic mood. She covered her husband's neck with soft kisses, stroking his thigh with her hand. Soon her kisses got to her stomach, and her hand was already kneading the penis that had not yet risen. For the convenience of the Light, she went down from the sofa to her knees and licked the penis around the head, took it whole in her mouth.

Responding to warm caresses, the organ gradually filled with blood in an attempt to achieve the hardness necessary for coition, but it seemed to be shy, now and then turning halfway to success. But the spouse did not give up and swallowed more and more actively, massaging the scrotum with her hands in parallel.

-- Wait, Light, or I'll finish now. -- Igor held his wife's head in an attempt to stop the blowjob, but Sveta only removed her hand and continued to suck the penis to the base, which seemed about to reach an erection.

-- Hmm, oh-oh-h! -- Igor jerked sharply, releasing thick sperm directly into his wife's mouth.

Having absorbed everything that had left the organ that had not grown stronger, Sveta swallowed the seed and returned back to the sofa, resting her head on her husband's chest. In the last year, Igor periodically had similar problems with potency, but his loving wife always tried to cheer him up in every possible way. Sveta was sure that sex in the family is far from the most important thing, although most likely it just seemed so to her.

With one hand, Igor spread his wife's legs and with his fingertips began massaging her naked pussy in the clitoris area. Over the past year, such a procedure has often come to hand, so to speak. The husband had already managed to study in detail Sveta's reaction to certain movements and could bring her to a clitoral orgasm in a matter of minutes.

After the excitement of the blowjob, Igor's caresses acted instantly, forcing the body to respond to every movement of dexterous fingers with pleasant impulses in the lower abdomen. When the number of flashes exceeded reasonable limits, Sveta's entire body received a long-awaited discharge, releasing the accumulated pleasure with a loud cry.

The next day the weather got worse, despite the fact that the sun continued to warm its rays, the wind increased significantly. The couple decided that there was no point in staying on the site any longer and got ready to go home.

-- Damn! Sveta shouted loudly from the bathroom, and an excited Igor came running to her cry, not understanding what had happened.

-- What is it? -- With dumbfounded eyes, the spouse examined the naked body in search of bruises or something similar.

-- I didn't take my panties with me to put on after the bath. And yesterday I didn't even remember when they went to bed after the bath, they didn't seem to be needed. But how do I go now? I'm wearing a skirt! Sveta wailed loudly, complaining about her inattention.

-- Ugh, you! Scared me! So put on the old ones, you'll change at home. -- Igor exhaled, realizing that there is no global problem.

-- Is he a fool or something? Old underpants, but on a clean body? No! For! What! -- The spouse rapped out.

-- Well, go, who will see that! A couple of steps from the car to the entrance. -- And with a wave of his hand, he continued to pack.

-- It's disgusting, okay. We'll have to go like this. -- Sveta has resigned herself to her fate.

The road home did not take much time, as they left quite early and the rest of the summer residents had not yet had time to accumulate a traffic jam on the road. Soon the car took the usual parking space, and the couple went out to get their things.

-- Hi, Alik! How's the housing department, is everything okay? -- Igor waved to a familiar janitor, who at that time was emptying an urn near their entrance.

-- Yes, hello! The boss came in the morning and did everything, paid. -- Alik smiled and waved back.

-- Oh, hello Alik! -- Sveta also said hello, in response to which she received a nod. -- Igor, hold the door, please, otherwise the wind is pressing it, and I need to get the package from behind.

Sveta pushed back the rear door and nimbly climbed inside the cabin to get a package that had fallen off the seat during the trip. While she was fumbling in her attractive male pose, a strong gust of wind blew from the entrance, from which Sveta's skirt instantly jumped up and pressed against her back. For some seconds, her ass and pussy were completely covered by nothing. With a cry, she immediately jerked to return the hem of the skirt to its proper place, but due to her uncomfortable position, it did not work out as quickly as she wanted and had to tinker until the naked ass disappeared behind a dense fabric.

There was enough time for Igor to notice how Alik's eyes widened and a smile spread on his face. All this time, he was greedily examining every fold on the pussy of a woman familiar to him, but a stranger. As soon as Sveta was ready to turn around to see who could see her shame, Alik already continued to tinker with the trash.

Red Light grabbed what she managed to get and rushed to the entrance with a bullet, leaving her husband alone to collect the remains. Igor stared at the janitor as if shackled when his wife's shadow slid behind the front door. Alik only winked in response and pointed up with his thumb, to which the spouse could only respond with a mute nod.

Unexpectedly, Igor felt something that he had not experienced for a very long time. Unpleasant sensations in his pants made him pay attention and he was surprised to find a powerful boner, which caused the penis to be squeezed by jeans from all sides. The stone organ was often compressed, as if someone was trying to catch up with even more blood. Igor imperceptibly adjusted the standing member to remove the discomfort, and got ready to go home, where he had to find out the reasons for such a sudden and strong excitement. Especially considering the circumstances of what happened.