The case that happened to us recently is not fiction, but a very real story. I decided to tell this short story in the hope of hearing advice on how to console my beloved spouse Irina.

Going to Budin's birthday in one of the metropolitan restaurants, Irina, my devout, as it especially began to perk up. Carefully shaved her slim and pretty pretty legs for her for more than forty years old, she resorted to cosmetics, which she didn’t use at all on ordinary days (it was very unusual to see, for example, her bright red lips). Also, on the eve, she specifically bought a little skirt just above her knees, carefully exposing her well-groomed legs and adding to their beauty shoes with high stilettos. The loose blouse hid the folds that had already begun to appear on the waist and abdomen. In general, an appetizing woman appeared before me, with the same alluring beauty, a woman of Balsacian age who was satiated with her husband, but still desired and wanted new sensations. This woman was my rightful spouse and faithful wife.

Away, Irina, to say that she behaved in a cheeky way - to say nothing. I have noticed for a long time that she really likes Sasha Budin, our neighbor and part-time father of my goddaughter. Sasha (Alexander Budin) works in journalism on one of the federal channels, the person, as they say, is media, recognizable. It has many secret and obvious admirers who literally besiege the entrance of our house. Among the obvious admirers of Sasha, and also belonging to a small number of those who have direct access to the TV screen star, is my wife, Irina. After the second or third toast of the health of our goddaughter and her dear and respected parents, the spouse completely relaxed, sat down on a soft sofa so that Sasha could see her whole from head to beautiful legs. I threw a leg over my leg, unbuttoned a few buttons of my blouse, disheveled my hair and asked Sasha to take care of her, in terms of pouring more wine.

Raising her glass, Irina began to make a toast to the health of our little birthday girl's father. Compliments fell for compliments, such bright, loving epithets that my wife showered Sasha with, even in her youth, from her dearest wife I had never heard. She spoke mainly about the fact that such beautiful and sexy men like him do not exist in the world at all. I even felt uncomfortable in front of the wife of the birthday woman's father. Having finished her long laudatory tirade, the spouse asked Sasha to have a drink with her at the botershaft. Having dehydrated the glass with gulp, my devotee literally dug her lips into the lips of the toast. It lasted, it seemed to me, impermissibly for a long time, so that all the guests present, and especially me, became completely uncomfortable in front of Alexander's wife. Then, in order to defuse the atmosphere, someone suggested dancing. Irina without any ceremony clung to Sasha and they both began to sway slowly to the beat of the music. The wife of Alexander Alevtina, complaining of the dullness, went to the cafe terrace. I found it necessary to follow her. After talking for a while in the fresh air about anything, we again returned to the hall. The guests looked at us with embarrassment. Sasha was sitting at a bar stool in a high chair, sipping his whiskey. Nearby, on a low ottoman for legs, my spouse settled down. She is like a dog, looking obsequiously at her relaxed idol, seemingly at any moment, under his orders, ready to fulfill any of his whims or desires.

It should be noted that although we live with our spouse for more than 10 years together, it looks happy, in fact, in our personal life, we have, to put it mildly, not so much. (Especially for eroticspace.info — sexitails.org) It’s not that I’ve gotten cold to her, as it happens with spouses with experience, on the contrary, I love my wife very much and she is always welcome for me, but just for quite a long time I cannot cope with my illness - rapid ejaculation.In the best case, it is possible to prolong sexual intercourse for 2–3 minutes, and then, if you periodically stop the jogging movement and completely stop any movement, to the great displeasure of the spouse. In the worst case, I can finish, not having time, as they say, to begin. And sometimes she has to work a lot with her hand (she hasn't wanted to stimulate me with her mouth for a long time) to give at least some elasticity to my small, 12-centimeter standing member. In the end, she got tired of all this and all our intimate life gradually but surely disappeared.

Irina was drunk and, looking faithfully like a dog from bottom to top at Sasha, she gently stroked his legs and shoes and repeated again, as during the feast, that there were no such beautiful men as he was and never happens. Sasha calmly sipped his whiskey and talked to the bartender, not paying any attention to my wife who was crawling at his feet. And this is natural, since such suckers as she has a carriage, as they say, and another small truck. I went up to Irina and told her that it would be good for us to go home already, to which the spouse, not looking at me, suddenly slipped to her knees before continuing to not pay any attention to her, Sasha, and began to literally break the lightning on Sasha's jeans. She succeeded in this and after a while in the hands of my beloved wife, she turned out to be a relaxed, but rather impressive member of her idol. My wife immediately hugged him with his lips and was already beginning to suck him, smacking loudly, like Alexander, who was so completely indifferent to everything that was happening, turned his attention to the tipsy my wife, who was already actively and voluptuously sucking his cock. Sasha, laughing, pushed my wife carelessly away from himself with a shoe, the very one that she stroked so gently a minute ago, then got up, went to his wife Alevtina, gently hugged her, smiled and kissed, they say, you know yourself, fans - the usual thing , part of the costs of the profession, companions and an integral part of the popularity, and thanking the guests who are dazed by what happened before their eyes, he and the whole family retired. Well, the little goddaughter, during all this stormy ending, was out of need.

Oshalevshie guests, too, silently walked out, scoffing and laughing at their cars. I helped my Irina up, called a taxi and we went home. All the way and the rest of the evening, my beloved spouse did not utter a single word, but only tears silently, spreading mascara rolled down her cheeks glowing from unrequited love and shame. I tried to console her, somehow entertain, but it was all in vain. My wife did not want to listen to me or talk to me, remaining alone with her sadness ...

I do not blame her, because it was a rush of long-hidden love, which comes by itself and from which there is no medicine, multiplied by a long accumulated layer of dissatisfaction, in which there is a huge part of my guilt. I understand that with all of this we must somehow put up and how to live on, because I, no matter how trite it sounds, love my wife and that says it all.