I never wondered if my wife is cheating on me or not. She certainly stare at her. Walking down the street, the men look back at her. Friends who come to visit, try to look into her neckline. In general, she did not give me a reason for jealousy.

That is, I was jealous of her, of course, when somebody from the friends of Druzey slapped her on the ass, or half-jokingly touched her on the chest. In our circle, it is in the order of things and showing your jealousy is considered bad form. I myself sometimes do it with foreign wives from our circle. But what happened on 09/13/2003 ... Well, in general the evening. Booze. Only yours. Complete relaxation. Vodka, jokes, dancing. Dancing. For some reason, that evening, one of ours, began only my Ksenia to dance (Oksana is her real name).

The booze continued. Everybody has already been scrambled into small groups of two or three people. There were some topics close to everyone. Occasionally sipped vodka. They went out for smoke breaks. In general, almost everything as always. I lost my Ksenia from sight. I ran out of cigarettes and I went to the room where Ksenia threw her purse. I always, prozapas, take an extra pack of cigarettes. This time I put the cigarettes in her purse. If I took them with me right away, it would be possible that I would not have known anything. Probably you have already realized that her just fucked. She stood on the floor, cancer. Hands rested on the back of the sofa. The skirt was on the back.

One of our buddies didn't even take off her panties. Just pushed the strip from the crotch to the side and pressing it with my hand to the buttocks evenly, slowly tearing my Ksenia. Blouse, on her chest was stretched. Tits vyvalennye from the bra shaking from the shocks of our friend. Oksanka already moaned every time he plunged his dick into her. I did not stand for long. They never saw me. Then I just turned around, and without saying anything to anyone went home. When Ksenia returned, she asked me why I left. I said that I felt bad. And now I have been tormented for three days, telling her what I saw or not.

If I tell her everything, she will say why I did not stop it. And then the scandal, divorce. And I don't want to divorce her. I was excited by this picture. And how to continue to not know?