- I took the clothes ... I hit them several times ... - she sat with dry, frightened eyes, like a trapped animal, - said that she would come tomorrow for clothes and not forget the bottle ... And if he is happy, like me ... suck ... give the clothes away ...

So that Lenka did not see my tears, I silently turned and went to sleep. At work, the aching head did not allow me to do anything useful for the company. Tea, coffee and, in spite of this, continuous sleepiness. In the evening, approaching the porch, I unexpectedly sat on a bench. He sat and looked at the windows of the house opposite. Such cozy, softly lit windows. The whole house of family nests stuck to each other, where it is warm, cozy, where the wife is waiting for her husband from work, and not fucking with his alcoholic neighbor. I didn't want to go home. Grandmothers looked at me, as it seemed, with interest and sympathy. Lenka carefully smeared the bruise under the eye, and her lips were covered with lipstick. She was spinning in front of a mirror, without even considering it necessary to look back at her husband who had come from work. Her skirt was even shorter than before.

- I bought a bottle, now I'll go ... for clothes.

- Go, carry a bottle, suck ... You yourself chose this path.

Am I a big fan? Probably, every person is hiding, and a sadist, and a masochist, and a beast, and a murderer, and a thief, and a slug. Only a push is needed, sometimes quite weak, but more often a strong one. EVENT is necessary for this hidden part of consciousness to crawl out. Lenka was not to blame for what happened that autumn night, but then ... Then she could at least try to restrain the beast, to drive him back into the subconscious. And maybe she tried, but nothing happened? And I did not help. The one she hoped for was left out. Now she will meet and go to the neighbor to beg for clothes. It will carefully suck, and then on his orders invitingly spread on a wide bed. Or just bend, resting his hands on the table. Maybe he will get a bruise again and come running naked so that the next day everything will be the same. Life, oddly enough, lasted. Lenka's campaigns to the Bugay Vitka have already become something familiar. Already and Sveta a couple of times she rolled scandals and expelled naked on the stairs under the approving laughter of her husband. I washed and cooked dinners. Vitek, meeting me on the stairs, mockingly smirked and stopped extending his hand. However, sometimes he condescended to pat him on the shoulder. Svetka, who, as I thought, dreamed of swapping roles with Lenka, now looked at me like an empty place. The trade workers are forced to understand people in their own way ... The next EVENT occurred a month after my dear spouse was ousted from work. All this time she, as women say, “ran” to her neighbor. But once a friend came to Vitka ... That evening, we had a small spark of mutual understanding, rapprochement. Lenka suddenly said a strange thing.

“I was tired of Vitechka,” she smiled coquettishly and moved closer.

We sat on the couch in front of the TV. As the most common couple. Or maybe nothing really terrible happened, I thought. All women at times have hobbies. Only others hide, but mine does not. Is it bad? She is sincere, my girl ... Well, she has, well, okay. This is quite possible to get used to.

- tired? - I asked for loyalty.

“Yes, he is ... not so cruel.”

I was slightly taken aback. Although, by that time, I already understood that Lenkina nature requires violence and cruelty. I, unfortunately, could not give her either one or the other.

“Lena,” I could not find the words right away, “did you not need cruelty before?” Is it after that ... that night?

“I have always dreamed of rape,” Lenka said calmly, “since childhood. Of course, the reality turned out to be rougher ... Do you know how I lost my virginity? Three drunk guys raped me.Probably, I subconsciously wanted this and went to the basement with them myself.

It was painful and ... beautiful! But sometimes you want the usual sex - what was ours with you ... Remember? She hugged my neck, and I felt the elastic balls of the breasts, and even hardened nipples. Turning awkwardly, he reached for her lips, but Lenka dodged, burying my shoulder. Do not want to kiss? She loved ... She remembered: “I will give clothes if I suck well”. Maybe Lenka thinks her lips are defiled? Or afraid that I think so? She probably sucked well - Vitek gave the clothes, though not all at once, but in parts: today panties, tomorrow bra ... And for every thing she had to give him, to fulfill all the whims, "suck well." However, she, as I now understood, was not against such an attitude. Sudden arousal pounded in his temples. I was clutching my wife in my arms - repeatedly banged by a rude-neighbor, humiliated, battered and desiring sex with me. Between the legs she is probably wet. She is waiting. She want. We will lie down in bed, and she will, as before, with her palms on my buttocks, set the desired pace. I ran my hand under the robe, and my fingers sank in her hot folds. She, my defiled girl, really was all wet in anticipation of invasion and fullness. She languished, squeezing and unclenching her hips, tightly clasping my neck, and her feet - wet palm. The doorbell sounded with thunder, no, rather, the pipes announcing the end of the world. Lenka strained, looking intently into my eyes, slowly freed herself from my awkward embraces. For some time, only she went to open the door. I, numbly, remained seated, although, perhaps, it was at this moment that the established tradition had to be broken. Heard the drunk voice of Vitka. Then the door slammed. Lenka entered uncertainly, as if fearing to stumble.

- Who came? - my voice has changed beyond recognition.

Lenka silently began to gather. Moving like a robot, put on stockings with a belt, high-heeled shoes. Tu, the shortest skirt, "showing" the legs above the stockings, transparent blouse. She looked at me plaintively, frozen on the sofa, smacked against the door, then, catching herself, returned and brightly painted her lips. Vulgar and bright ... I sat, turned into a monument of his spinelessness. My wife just left me. We loved each other, wanted to caress, intimacy ... But a drunken idiot called her, and she left. Moreover, she did not want to - I saw: she did not want to - but she went. Like a dog that whistled the owner. What makes women obey? Why, in general, some people tend to command, while others can not disobey? Lenka came late at night, drunk and not at all like that frightened woman who had left in the evening at the first call of her lover. Turned on the light, absolutely not caring about what will wake her husband. Or maybe she guessed that I was not sleeping.

“I am so tired,” she arched capriciously, crouching on the bed, “tired ...”

The blouse was worn by the other side, the skirt and stockings were twisted.

- It was fun? - I asked in a voice hoarse from sleep.

- Fun? - she thought - perhaps ... You know, there were two of them.

- So what? - I did not understand why I support this conversation.

- Oh, - Lenka quickened, - me first, Vitechka, and then Kolyan.

- And what Kolya?

- He is so cruel! This macho. He did not stand on ceremony with me. Do you want to tell in order?

- Tell me.

- I came, - began Lenka, and they immediately attacked ...

I looked into the drunken eyes of my wife, with pupils dilated in all the iris from languid and sweet memories, and I thought - why am I listening to this woman who has become a stranger to me for some time now?

- ... and Kolyan immediately broke my panties on me. I fought back, but I myself felt that the current ...

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