Chapter 14

Elena and Ivan met in high school, where Ivan was considered the prince and Elena the martyr. Elena came from a very wealthy family, one of the richest in Russia. Despite being loved and cherished by her family, she was often the target of ridicule due to her gentle and unsophisticated nature.

Ivan had always had feelings for Elena, but he had never dared to confess them, preferring to indulge in other relationships. However, a boy named Yvar, who also loved Elena, stood in his way. Ivan ended up going too far and mistreated Yvar in front of Elena, who hated violence and decided to leave the high school.

This disrupted Ivan's life. But thankfully, two months later, Ivan found out that their respective parents, long-time friends, had promised them in marriage since childhood. So, Elena and Ivan found themselves engaged.

At first, Elena was not enthusiastic about their engagement, but gradually she learned to appreciate it and love Ivan. At the age of nineteen, she gave birth to triplets. Her childbirth was perilous and Ivan was terrified, which is why they could not have any more children.

Initially, Ivan hated their children. He had no real affection for them, as they had almost killed his dear Elena, but as he watched these three beings grow up, who were the product of his love with her, he learned to love them. Even at the age of fifty, Ivan was deeply in love with his wife and fulfilled her every desire.

Now, in their bedroom, Elena, the seductive wife of Ivan Smirnov and mother of triplets Myra, Aaron, and Kira, was preparing to use her powers of persuasion to convince her husband to let their daughter go to Italy for the final of "Mode in World".

Emerging from the bathroom wearing a white bear-skin towel, her delicate curves partially revealed, her legs bare and shoulders exposed, she began to dry her long hair. Taking her lotion, she sensually applied it to her voluptuous legs in a suggestive manner, hoping to captivate her husband. Ivan, engrossed in his reading, set his book on the bedside table and reached for the lotion.

"Do you want me to help you?" he offered in a husky voice.

"You wouldn't do it if I told you not to, would you?" she replied with a mischievous smile.

He said nothing and began to gently apply the lotion to his wife's shoulder, massaging it tenderly before placing a kiss on the freshly moisturized area.

"Darling," she murmured barely audible.

"Yes, love?" he responded, his lower limbs slightly stiff in his pajamas.

"Could you do me a favor?"

"Of course, anything you want," his own suppressed desire rising.

After promising to do anything she wished, she asked him for the favor their daughter had requested. Her husband categorically refused.

"I'm sorry, but no." He asserted firmly.

"But my love..."

"It's out of question! It's too dangerous."

"And what if I accompany her?"

"Never. Never could I tolerate that." Ivan Smirnov was a possessive and jealous man, his love for his wife was so strong that he could not bear the idea of losing her, seeing her far from him, or sleeping away from her. That's why he always came home in the evenings, even if he worked late at the office.

"I'm going, whether you like it or not!" His wife shouted, leaving their bed to go to the adjoining cabin where they kept their clothes. She put on her red transparent nightgown, returned to their bed, and wrapped herself in the sheets.

Her husband ardently desired his wife, but Elena did not give in. He approached slowly, caressing her gently from behind and feeling his excitement rise. His warm breath on her skin made her shiver.

"Okay." He finally managed to say.

"Okay, I'll let her go but you stay. Aaron can accompany her."

"Really?" Elena exclaimed happily, turning around. "Kira would be so happy, but Aaron..."

Ivan Smirnov could no longer hold back his desire for his wife. He kissed her tenderly and then passionately, preventing her from speaking. Elena feigned resistance before letting go and getting carried away by passion with her husband.

But I spare you the details because Elena Smirnov and Ivan Smirnov are somewhat like our parents 😉😅 Sorry. 🥺☺️