I do not know why Sasha invited me to his wedding, maybe because I had once been a friend to him, and maybe because his wife Sveta asked him. At first I was not going to go, but then I decided to go anyway. Once upon a time, Sveta confessed to me that she liked me and I, as a true friend, told about this to Sasha. There was a terrible scandal, but most of all I got, because Sasha loved Sveta very much and already then he knew exactly what to marry her. We didn’t communicate with him for a long time, but then he finally went to rest and called me to drink beer. I happily agreed, but our friendship had faded a little since that time, and now he decided to invite me to his wedding. I almost did not prepare for this event, except that I stroked my white shirt and went shopping and chose a wedding gift.

I didn’t think up anything original and bought a rather beautiful tea service. I decided to skip the most exhausting part - a walk around the city, the registry office itself and these boring photographs and drive up immediately to the celebration venue, where everyone will probably be already slightly worn. This place was a small cozy cafe called. The area around the cafe was packed with cars. There was a crowd around the people, drunk and apparently deciding to take a walk. I went inside. A young beautiful girl stood on the stage and sang something. Then I saw Sanka. He was surrounded by his friends, I knew some of them, there was even my former classmate. I approached them.

- Hello.

- Hi Marik. Said my former classmate and held out his hand. I shook Sasha just nodded.

I handed him a gift and said ...

- Congratulations.

- thank.

- Listen, Sanya. I do not need your Svetka, besides, she loves you and marries you.

- Hush up this topic.

- OK.

The girl on the stage stopped singing and said ...

- and now white dance. Girls invite guys. Go.

Sveta ran up to us.

- Hi Marik.

- Hi Sveta. Congratulations.

- Thank you, let's go dancing.

- if Sasha does not mind.

Sveta and I looked inquiringly at Sanka. He didn’t say anything but shook his head.

- well, let's go then. - said Light and took my hand. I saw how Sasha's face is changing.

Sveta pulled me to the center of the dance floor and hugged me.

- You know, I still like you.

“I'm sorry, but I don't have such feelings for you.” Besides, Sanya is my friend.

- do not talk nonsense, he hates you and madly loves me.

Then she began to stroke me on the back.

- do not Sasha can see. - I was sure he was looking at us, and she didn’t care. Over the years that they together she turned Sanka into her toy and turned them as she wanted.

- Do not be afraid.

Then her hand dropped to my bottom.

- I want you still, I'm crazy about you. Your calm and indifference so turns me on.

Yes, you must understand, I love you.

- why do you go out for a husband for Sanka?

- so the time has come. A couple already.

- Why do you...

then I felt a strong push that flew off and fell to the floor. The music stopped right there, and

I got hit hard in the face. Then I heard the voice of my former friend ...

- how dare you come to my wedding and molest my wife?

- I did not do it.

Then I got a blow in the mouth with his polished shoes.

“You want to take my love from me.” As you do not understand, I love her. I hate you...

then he began to cry and Sveta entered the conversation ...

- Dont touch him. I do not love you, I love him.

Sanya just cried more. Someone once told me that love is a bright feeling and that it makes people happy, but no. This is not true. Love can be cruel. Sveta helped me get up and brought me to the street. I sat on the pavement in ironed pants and lit a cigarette, and Sveta went to catch the car. Finally she caught the car and put me inside, but she sat next to me.

- where are you going? You should be there.

- I should not be there, I should have been with you, from the very beginning.

The soul was disgusting.But I did not argue with her, and we went to me. The driver looked at us strangely, but only then I understood how we looked. A guy with a broken lip and a girl in a wedding dress. I did not explain to him what happened to us and silently paid him. Together with Sveta, he climbed to his ninth floor and opened an apartment. Sveta looked around the apartment and said ...

- so that's how bachelors live?

“Yes, that's right,” I said, and shoved the dirty laundry under the sofa.

- do you have a drink?

- Yes, look in the pantry.

She left and returned with a bottle of champagne.

- look what I found, let's open it. After all, you need to celebrate, I have a wedding today.

We opened the bottle and drank a glass in silence. Then she broke through and she began to tell how she could not refuse Sasha when he made her an offer, as she had thought of me all these years. I listened to her and did not know what to say, I just came up and hugged her, and she told and told everything. Then I kissed her. At first I just touched her lips with my lips, but then I was terribly drawn to her and I kissed her very firmly now with great passion.

She began to take off my clothes, first slowly took off her jacket, and then unbuttoned her shirt. We had not long to break away from a kiss, so that she would take off my tie. My hands went to her under her wedding dress. I did not know how to remove it, but here Sveta helped me.

- let me help. - here she turned to me and showed a lightning. I slowly unzipped it.

The snow-white dress fell to the floor and she found herself in white lace underwear. She again turned to me and unbuckled the belt and took off my pants. Then I ran my hand into my underpants and groped my long-excited member. She gently stroked it, and then sank down on the sofa. She took off my panties with one hand and kissed my dick. I knelt down in front. She lay back and I took off her panties. I parted her legs entered her. She sighed softly with such pleasure that it seemed to me that she had been waiting for this all her life. My movements were smooth, but over time they became more frequent and faster and harder. Then she throws me on my back and takes the initiative in her hands. She strokes my hot body and slowly rises and falls. I rise to her and unbutton her bra. I caress her breasts. At this moment I understand that I was looking for her all my life. No, he didn’t like, but he was looking for something to love, but she was very close. I am not tormented by the feeling of guilt in front of Sasha, no matter how hard he suffers. Because this is my girl, my runaway bride ...

The next day it was raining from morning to evening. We lay in bed, chatted, drank wine, watched TV, and had never talked about yesterday. We did not care, we both understood that now we will be together forever ...