- Sweaty? I ran over the bottle!

Oddly enough, Lenka does not pay attention to the obvious absurdity - he ran, but did not bring; and, in general, the only way it is said is to run off ... Everyone walks in steps, although they are in a hurry.

- What soup to cook? - in some strange voice asks his wife, without turning around. Why doesn't she turn around and look in her eyes? Do not want to see the sweaty husband, whose neighbor just made a blowjob? Or?..

- No one came in?

- No ... why?

- Why didn't you even start cooking the soup? What did you do? - how pathetic I was at that moment!

Lenka is silent, and I, as if by chance, open the refrigerator. One bottle is full, the other is on the bottom ... That evening we didn’t talk anymore. I tried to watch TV, but before my eyes stood the boar Vitka - sweaty and contented. How so? How could she - my Lenusechka, how could she agree to have sex with this vile, drunk animal ?! Here, in fact, there was no real rape. Here she could scream - in the house excellent audibility. Svetka would come running first! Perhaps, and even probably, he behaved rudely, pressed her ... in this case, it is necessary to clearly say - she did not mind! She was probably even roused by his rudeness. She probably experienced a powerful orgasm, as then ... in a tent. Maybe even a few orgasms ... And now what to do? Get divorced with Lena and marry Svetka? Here, who will be happy! But it will turn out that I will replace the awl on soap - both of them roughly and wildly fucked the boar Vitek. In addition, I love Lenka, but Svetka doesn’t. Working week flew in hectic affairs. Our company received new computers and I installed them all week, set up a network, looked for one-es to work well in accounting, and a warehouse inventory program in the warehouse. One old comp chef graciously presented me with a prize. Actually, as a bonus, I prefer money, but this time I was pleased. I will show Lenka how to rummage on the Internet, because she only knew her accounting program - maybe she’s distracted from ... she will forget everything, she will chat on ICQ, watch films of choice. It is necessary to spare no money for a dedicated line - let it plunge into it! Maybe they will like some games ... I myself have had enough of these boxes at work, while Lenka now had no computer at the service. She had to resign from that reputable enterprise where she worked as chief accountant. She explained the reason for the dismissal vaguely - they did not work well with the director. Strange, because with that director she worked for several years. She did not go into details, but I did not insist. Now Lenka worked as an ordinary accountant at some other, less respectable enterprise. On Friday evening, I brought this cybernetic miracle to our house. Lenka came a little later and immediately bombarded me with questions. How? From where Did you buy it? This is, after all, expensive.

“I didn’t buy it, I received it as a bonus,” I answered proudly, then added:

- Yes, he is old, such are not so expensive. But for the Internet it will come down!

The whole evening went on to teach Lenka to use e-mail and surf the Internet. We sat side by side - cheerful and lively, just like in the days of our first meetings. And it seemed that the past was rejected, gone, sunk into oblivion, and from that moment on we will again be, as in our youth, a single whole. Alas - the doorbell destroyed our idyll. At once we shuddered, froze and ... remained sitting still. Finally, I startled. I will now say this, all that should. I will fight for my love, for my life! I got up, determined, but Lenka beat me to it. She had managed to cope with a stupor and, leaving me a hoarse voice: “sit, I will look,” quickly went to the door. My determination was replaced by indecision.Go after her and tell him? ... But then it will be clear to all that I know ... Is it not clear to everyone? I, probably, for the first time clearly understood the reason why I close my eyes to obvious things. I can MAKE a VIEW that I don't know - that's what's the matter. It kinda gives me some time out. Lets not respond. And if I open up, I’ll have to react! There are so many games in our life, and the games are stupid, untalented, often meaningless! Lenka, in the corridor said something quietly and quickly. I heard only the word "husband." She probably said husband at home. The husband is, therefore, me. So she calls me now. Not by name, no - husband! This means, unloved, boring to hell, boring man with whom she is forced - such is the woman's share - to share the shelter and bed. That is what is in the mouth of a woman - a husband. Lenka returned crimson with shame. Of course - the lover-lover comes straight home, without even thinking that there can be a husband at home. If you continue to pretend that I do not understand anything, you had to ask: who came, why ... but I sat like frozen. The happiness that had returned to tonight was trampled down by dirty shoes of reality. Lenka timidly touched the keyboard with her finger, adjusted the mouse pad. Silence became unbearable.

“It will not happen again,” she said so softly that I could read my lips rather than hear.

- Lena ... How could you? - our game ended in “I see nothing, hear nothing”.

- I ... I do not know ... I do not understand ... - she began to cry bitterly, like an offended child, and I had to hug her shoulders.

Lenka turned and pressed herself to me with a quivering body. I stroked her hair, kissed her tear-stained cheeks. This evening we had sex. My forced temperance is over. In bed, Lenka behaved in constraint and did not at all resemble that former Lenuscu, tormenting me with passionate caresses. Perhaps it seemed to me, but, in my opinion, she simulated an orgasm to show that everything was the same with us. My soul was hard and restless. However, the next morning we both woke up in a good mood. In the morning, all the problems seem trivial, while in the evening they can drive you crazy. Immediately after breakfast, we again sat down at the computer. And again, like yesterday, the former unity has returned to us. Forgetting - almost forgetting - everything, we enthusiastically roamed the sites, subscribed to mailings. Suddenly, Lenka smiled tightly:

- I just remembered - we were invited for a birthday! Yevgeny Pavlovich, our chief, has an anniversary fifty years He told me to come with my husband.

Honestly, I didn’t want to go to a party where strangers would drink, ineptly dance and crimp in the corners. But there was nothing to do - I had to agree. The day passed quickly, and in the evening we began to gather. I noticed with unpleasant surprise that my wife wore the shortest skirt I had ever seen on her and stockings with pazhiki. She had only to bend down a bit - the picture opened was breathtaking. But the trouble is that she was going to show these pictures not to me, but to all those who gather at the anniversary party of the chief. Another blow was her, to the obscene, transparent blouse. Lenka's bra did not put on and looked almost like on the beach, where topless sunbathe.

“Uh ... Lena,” I began, embarrassed, “don't you think that too ... everything is too open?”

- So what? - the wife looked with some challenge, - there everyone will look like that! Watching

- Yes, I, in general, do not need anyone except you ... Neither look nor ...

Lenka said nothing. I put on a formal suit with a bright tie. The tie was chosen by the wife, and I felt like an idiot. I myself would have tied a more modest one to match the suit. But I had to agree - the spouse was categorical. Let's go to ... Read more →