My wife and I decided on Saturday with Timur and Inna to go to 16 tons. They are a nice couple and usually time with them is easy and sometimes quite fun. And they invited two more, Sergey and Irina their name (she has a rare name, so I specifically changed it). We are familiar with them, but poorly, - we met once once, although Sergey and I studied in the same course, but did not communicate much. Nevertheless, everything went very well, live jazz played, there were many nice ladies and some of them were dressed very lightly. In such a situation, unless I’m a purely male team, after about the third or fourth beer, usually everything that I’m saying is somehow mysteriously obtained only about sex and, when I unscrewing my neck in an unnatural way, I try to quietly smooth out another girl in “ultra-mini” and “body” without underwear, my wife says so tenderly: “Already close your mouth !?” And then, after all, now the saliva will flow. ” In general, we had such a conversation, “tense-spontaneous”, of those when some of the participants are trying to switch to something more frank and exciting, and some are just bored and they occasionally make sluggish attempts to change the topic. But all the fun giggles. (You guessed correctly who exactly tried to change the subject - this, naturally, is my wife! So it was in all previous times and will be in all future people).

Four hours, as a result, we spent there. And, you know, as happens when you enter into personal contact with a woman (obviously of a sexual nature), without in any way addressing each other directly. This is manifested in words, in looks, in backward reactions. I don’t know how it is with others, I sometimes have such things that I fall in love like a schoolboy, and then I die for months from the flame of passion (and I’m not 16 years old!).

It was this kind of contact I had with Irina. I experienced an extraordinary pleasure from the way she, at first somehow afraid and embarrassed about what was happening, finally stopped looking at me and did not take away more and more moist eyes as long as it could not attract the attention of others. Obviously, I did the same thing.

I must say that the inner lift that I felt was tremendous, but, alas ... The situation did not allow anything. I had already started quietly thinking vilely about how I would call her on Monday for work and what and how I would say ...

In the end, it was decided by the whole crowd to go to our home and somehow continue, although we had already poured so much that Timur and I drove home in the trunk - for fun (car - hatchback, great, the stars can be seen ...). My wife was driving without a license, as the least drunk, with our standard version of events, if the traffic police stopped: making naively stupid eyes, my wife says, pointing at me with a finger: “What do you want this to be driving! ?

In general, as in good student times, we went, bought beer, walked with a dog, even watched a bit of porn together. I have such an unrealizable dream: why in such a situation not to merge all together in one big ecstasy, especially since obviously I am not one of those present who want this? Naturally, all my songs about sex and sexuality, especially in this aspect, I sang, probably, a thousand times (well, not to lie, not more than five hundred). Everyone giggled and somewhere around five all went to sleep.

Being in a state of “joyful excitement” (obviously, from communication with Irina), I even “forced” my wife to have sex (I really, support my reputation, the initiative, in fact, was her). And then I was deadly in the toilet. Gone. Sergey and Irina slept in the entrance room. In the morning twilight I see that Irina is sitting on the edge of the bed, clasping her head with her hands in a very tense, some unnatural posture - like, she feels bad (well, uh, it happens ...).

I somehow hesitated, trampled on, wanted to ask whether to bring some capacity, so that the lady would not bother herself to the toilet, in case of need. He approached her, squatted on his haunches, for some time he tried to look into her face, and about a row about a row about a row.

At the same time ... well, you know how the harp sounds? It was this flood and flow through my fingers that filled me completely, making me feel an idiotic desire to fly and scream something inarticulate.

She did not respond at first. I began very carefully to touch her hair and saw how the tension in her posture gradually began to disappear. For some time I stroked her hair so much, and then she slowly, slowly, slowly, moving the blanket back off, lay on her back.

When I saw that there was no clothes on her, I felt that inside me, apparently, a sudden waterfall fell into a simultaneously formed volcano, but at the same time, their interaction was so catastrophically desirable that only the last glimpses of the awareness of the cretinical comedy of the situation - Sergei slept beside him - they stopped me from “inappropriate actions” (quoted from Clinton). Although not completely!

Gritting the end of her blanket with my teeth, I stroked and caressed her, but when she woke up (or did it seem to me?), She closed her eyes again and for a long time we continued like this.

In the morning, when we and Temo and Inna (obviously, the other, “our” couple) got up, Sasha and Irina were already gone. We had breakfast, then they got together and left too. And I spent the whole day on Sunday, being in quite mixed feelings. That is, remembering the “event” and Irina was, on the one hand, very pleasant, and on the other, the feeling of something “bad” mixed in, something that I wanted to forget rather.

On Monday, coming to work, right in the morning I receive from Sergey an e-mail of the following content: "... you insulted me and Irina ..." Well, in general, etc. I answer (approximately): "A- ah-ah-ah ... uh-uh-uh ... Yes-ah ... The obschemmmm ... Guilty ... ". Well, so, they talked for a couple of hours, I’ll give him, let's say, let's go, drink, like, eh? In the end, he told me that he would not drink with me, and in general, that I’m livestock and he no longer wants to know me. Here it is.

Day two passed in the water lowered. In the end, he told his wife, she is intelligible to me, despite some seeming viciousness, and in general, our relations are such that “some things” allow. She listened to listening, and said: “You are a reptile, you have insulted a woman and you don’t do that at all. You can't measure everything in the world! ”

That's it all over. And I sit and do not understand, but what, in fact, I did this?