to read, but in the imagination there were scenes of wild, unbridled debauchery, which my wife indulged in. “You're not jealous of me” - why did she take it ?! What a jealous one! It was necessary, I repeated myself, to take it and take it away. Take away by force. Weigh a couple of slaps for anguish and take them away. After sleeping, she would have been grateful to me ... And now ... That guard who held me could not stop me! It was necessary to raise the scandal - he would have stepped aside. It was necessary ... It is necessary ... Lenka was brought only in the evening. Hearing the door slam, I rushed to the window. She was simply thrown out of the jeep, as an unnecessary, spent his thing. Rising, Lenka pulled down her unbuttoned fur coat, under which, to my dismay and the joy of the old ladies who were shaking their heads at the entrance, there was nothing, and stumbled home. God, how was she going! Spreading her legs like a cowboy, she gently dragged a crumpled, tormented body past all seers, all noticing grannies — volunteers for foreign morality. I opened the door of the apartment without waiting for the call. We do not live on the third floor and usually do not use the elevator - wait longer. But Lenka, obviously, was painful to touch the steps with her feet - she got out of the elevator. Dropping the coat on the floor, she stood in front of me, swaying and looking to the side with indifferent dull eyes.

- Lena ... - I could hardly speak, - Lena, what did you allow to do with yourself? What are they with you ...

She looked the same way - indifferently, drunkenly and absently. Silently she went into the bedroom and collapsed on the bed, not even bothering to cover herself with a blanket. I came up with a sheet, but I thought that it was this way that the dead were covered - quietly, sorrowfully ... Where is the blanket? It must be covered in order not to see ... at least not to see what was done to it. Near the body of my wife looked even worse. Beaten, ripped off - with a belt? Scourge? She was beaten ... Why? Why beat a woman? Possess, well, rape - this I could understand, but beat? ... Why? Established in his power? To humiliate to the last limit and, thus, to rise in your own eyes? Her breasts — the sweet breasts, which I so loved to kiss tenderly — were bitten, swollen and turned blue in places. But the worst was waiting for me when I involuntarily looked at her pubis. Smooth-shaven - they, these scum, bother to see all the details of Lenkin's anatomy - also in bruises and abrasions. Swollen, rubbed to redness, to sukrovitsy, labia swollen monstrously - looking at them, I did not believe that this is the bud of passion, which I so loved to caress the tender touch of a quick tongue. The bitch and mucus flowed out of the Lenkin's vagina, gaping in the most terrible way. Obviously, she could not move her legs and lay sprawled, exposing her desecrated dignity. With pain, I leaned over her streaked legs. The opening of the anus reddened and oozed sukrovitsy. From the intimate place of Lenka there was a peculiar smell - sperm, urine, blood ... I recoiled and, choking with tears, ran out of the room. For the night I laid myself in another room on the couch. At night, Lenka got up and went to the bathroom. I did not sleep, just could not sleep. I heard her moans when she obviously greased sore spots. Then, I hardly walked to the bed ... So, the weekend passed. The next morning, going to work, I noticed that Lenka did not even make attempts to get up. He lies and looks at me indifferently and, as it seemed to me, with some contempt, although I should just despise her.

- You are not going to work? - I asked.

- I was fired. Yevgeny Pavlovich solemnly announced that he did not need whores at work ... - only here tears flashed in Lenka’s eyes.

“Did he also participate?”

- Of course not. His son participated, and the guards ... Then someone else came and went ... They, there, you know, have a back door - right into Vovchik’s room.

Looks like Lenka was going to tell me everything now.Listen? Or interrupt her revelations? Revelations of a sluts wife ...

- And his friends, Vovchik, are real beasts, - Lenka continued, they are me ...

- Stop it! - I shouted. Lenka was silent. I noticed with horror that there was no remorse in her eyes. Not a drop.

All week the wife was lying on the couch or sitting at the computer. Didn't even cook dinner. And I had to come from work, cook borscht, and fry potatoes. On Friday evening, Lenka suddenly perked up. Dragging from work, I found her in lace underwear in front of a mirror. Looking overwhelmingly at the yellow markings on her body, she was just removing one bra, intending to put on another, thinner one, which left her breasts practically open.

“It’s a pity that I don’t have a neckline,” said the wife, and grinned, noticing my surprise.

Then she pulled on her black stockings and put on a short skirt — she looked like she was then ... gathering for the anniversary of the boss, who was now former.

- Where are you going? - I squeezed out and was surprised at my hoarse voice.

- Go to Svetka. She stuttered ... that can get me a job.

I did not know what to say. To the neighbor she is going, as on holiday? Or hopes to immediately go to get a job? To Azerbaijanis who have Svetka working ?!

- Wait ... You're an accountant! And what - are you going to work in a tent?

- Yes, this is still so ... basting, - she walked to the kitchen with a wiggling gait and took a bottle of vodka from the refrigerator.

- Yes wait! - I could not collect my thoughts.

“Where are you going?” Straight to her work?

“I’ll come to Vitka, I’ll clarify where she works,” Lenka didn’t look into my eyes, diligently looking at her legs, pulled by depraved black stockings.

- To Vitka? ... - I stupidly looked at the bottle in her hand.

- Cook soup for me! - she resolutely walked into the corridor, slightly hitting her shoulder. After a few moments, I heard a muffled call in the next apartment. Then, the door opened and closed.

To Vitka ?! And for his sake, I suppose, she was so dressed up! And she specifically chose the time when Sveta was at work, and that bull was at home. Drinks, of course. And she will bring him another bottle. In my head all this did not fit. She didn’t think that what the scum had done last weekend was enough ?! She went now to another scum - a neighbor. He lives nearby - it is convenient ... The worst thing was that I, having changed clothes, put on an apron, went to the kitchen and began to really cook soup! I was peeling potatoes, while my wife was having fun in the next apartment! Saw vodka ... Fucked like the last whore. It should be so insolent! She was in front of me, frankly, without embarrassment and not even trying to disguise somehow, went to fuck with a neighbor. I can still understand women who have a secret lover - beautiful, gentle and passionate. Giving a woman what her husband so often forgets - tenderness, affection, adoration. But here! ... My wife, my beloved Lenuska in arrogantly went to fuck to the nerd-neighbor! However, I thought, filling the soup with roasted carrots and onions, that Lenochka is no longer there - there is a whore who does not hesitate to gather in front of her husband's lover. Yes, again - if to the lover! Is it possible to call this beautiful word - from the root "love" - ​​the coarse bull Vitka? With a heavy sigh, I turned off the gas under the pan. Cooked. I cooked soup, as I punished my wife. And the more often I wield in the kitchen - the more frankly the adventures of my wife, whores. It had to be clearly understood. I understood that. At three o'clock in the morning I woke up from the noise in the hallway. With difficulty to open his eyes, he dragged into the corridor. Lenka sat naked - huddled up in a ball and huddled in a corner under the mirror.

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