Varya sank to the floor, sobbing and shuddering. And from my descending tip, long, ponderous drops came out in jerks, and fell on the girl’s wet rump.

On this our night of love is over. We fell asleep in the same bed. In the morning, I again took possession of the girl, but this time from above, in the most traditional pose. Then we broke up. We had different flights, and only on the plane I realized with horror that I didn’t even take the phone numbers from her ...

* * *

My wife met me coldly. I fed dinner, and when we went to bed, I made it clear that today I can not count on access to her body. However, I did not really strive for this. Nevertheless, I was puzzled, and all the next day I wondered about the reasons for such Irinkin behavior. I found out the answer in the evening.

When I returned home, the first thing I saw in the hallway at the door was 2 suitcases. My wife went out to meet me and, squeamily, threw a pack of printed screenshots on the floor in front of me. I had a quick glance to understand that the photos captured fragments of mine with Varya fun.

- You can not razuvatsya. Take your clothes and get to this slut! - the wife screamed angrily, propping her hands on her side, - And say thank you, I didn't throw all this out of the window!

Argue and prove anything in this situation was stupid. We will talk later, if possible. I took the suitcases and went out into the street like a beaten dog. He threw luggage in the trunk, sat in the salon, locked the doors and began to think. It all came down to one thing: these photos could not be obtained without the help of Wari. Immediately I remembered her incomprehensible joy when I chose the left room and her hints that cast doubt on my friendship with Stas. It all came together. After all, Varya worked for him, and, therefore, he could easily order this portfolio. Or Irina. If she, too, is familiar with Varya. But I knew all the friends of my wife. Have you looked? In general, I decided that Stas needed to look for a solution. I called him and briefly described the situation. I also asked for it to wait until my own apartment was freed from tenants. Or until my wife forgives me, that was unlikely.

Stas agreed to shelter me somehow reluctantly, which only heightened my suspicions. Having bought a liter of whiskey on the way, I turned to a friend. The first half of the bottle we both avoided the topic of my discord with my wife and talked only about the signed contract and the prospects for joint cooperation. But when my friend was pretty drunk, I asked him in the forehead.

- Who is Varya? Did you ask her to take these pictures?

Stas was silent for a long time, then at once swung the sotochka and admitted everything.

“You and I have been friends for a very long time, brother, so that I can lie to you.” Anyway, you will understand.

- Understand ...

- Yes. I hired her. Irina insisted. She said that in another way you would not let her go.

- Irina? So you ...?, - I asked amazedly.

- Yes. We are with her ... In short, you understand.

Now it was my turn to take a loading dose of alcohol.

- How long have you been with her?

“Even before you met her.” When this happened, I was still trying to get her back, but then I decided that I shouldn’t stand my brother across the road. And then between us there was never anything. Even half hints. But about a year ago, I came to visit you. The mood was rotten. Clean thump. But you were on a business trip. And Irina agreed to make me a company. We drank, we began to remember the youth. And somehow it rolled on both of us ... In general, then everything happened for the first time. But I could not deceive you, understand! She could, but I did not! I wanted her to admit everything to you. But she decided that you would not let her go to me peacefully. And came up with this plan. I was against it from the very beginning. I swear But she somehow managed to convince me. And a week ago I turned into one elite escort agency ...

- So Varya ...?!?!

- ... Yeah dude. She is an escort girl. But very cool. Certified lawyer, a few more degrees. Such as she, generally counted on the fingers. Therefore, it is unrealistically expensive. But people pay.Where else can you find a girl, beautiful, and so that she can help in the daytime, and the help is highly skilled, and at night ... Well, you know yourself.

- Stas, you moron! You know it?

- I agree. Sorry...

- Do you really think that if you simply confessed to me, I would arrange a vendetta? Sucks it would be me - yes! But for the ax, I would not take it.

- Yes, I know! But then, with Irina, some kind of clouding was found. I myself do not understand how I allowed myself to be persuaded.

We finished the bottle, then Stas got another one. And along with it brought Vari's portfolio. Photos, height, weight, skills, abilities. The column "Preferences in sex" hooked me. It said: “Traditionally, yelling, role-playing. Exceptions - anal, golden rain, sado-maso. " It was surprising that Varya not only gave me in the ass, but she herself insisted on it. Having moved the folder aside, I finally informed my decision to Stas, exhausted from uncertainty:

- Do you know? I'm not mad at you. Well, Irinkina discovered treason so it would have happened sooner or later anyway. And our love has already died away. But I got the best sex in my life. And at the expense of others. Therefore, I will say this ... Our friendship to the end, you know. But I’m not going to vomit about you, if you don’t mind. Maybe even stay buddies. Take my wife, but don't hurt her. Then I’ll take hold of the ax. And I’ll take off the hotel for 2 weeks, until my hut is free. And tell Irinka that I agree to divorce her. But these conditions should not concern my business. Is going?

Stas was so overwhelmed with feelings that he could not say anything. He just got up and shook my hand tightly.

* * *

I peacefully sat in my apartment in front of the telly and drank tea. The pain inside has long subsided, and even the fact that from day to day I will receive documents about the divorce did not bother me. A sudden doorbell pulled me out of the pleasant paws of idleness.

I expected to see anyone in front of me, but I do not cook it.

“Hi,” she said simply, and smiled.

- Hello.

- You are alone?

- One. Will you go?

- I will come.

- Will you have tea? Hot. With honey

- With pleasure.

I poured out of the cup in silence and waited for the girl to explain the reason for her arrival. Finally, she broke the silence.

- I came to apologize.

- For what?

- For what you have done meanness.

- Yes. It was meanness. But I do not regret that this happened. And do not hold evil.

- True?

- Yes.

- I'm glad, Laziness.

- Mutually.

- I left the escort ...

“And why are you telling me this?”

- ... Immediately after our meeting with you. I suddenly became disgusted with what I was doing.

- I was not your first?

- I destroyed 3 marriages. Yours is the fourth.

- Well, suppose my marriage collapsed somewhat before our meeting. I just did not know about it.

- It does not matter.

- May be. And what are you doing?

- I work in the specialty. Former customer to himself took the deputy.

I raised my eyebrows.

“No, no!” Varya added hastily, “No sex.” I put a tough condition, and he accepted it. He said that as a specialist he appreciates me much more than as a mistress.

She smiled sadly.

- Zam? In the money, then a little lost?

- I earn a month less than earlier in the week. But I have enough. Even a bit.

- This is good, Var.

- Only one thing does not give me peace. I do not know why. I have done a lot of things, but what I care about is that YOU despise me. Do you despise me?

- For what?

- I'm a prostitute, Laziness. Though the former. I slept with a hundred men and with two dozen women. I wash twice a day, but the feeling that I am a dirty whore does not leave me.

Varya sobbed and fell on my chest.

“I don't consider you a dirty whore.” That night with you is the best thing I've ever had.

- You ..., - she sobbed, - You would not believe ... But in mine too, Laziness! I can't live thinking that you despise me! It exhausts me, all the veins are taken out! I can not sleep at night!

- Sleep well, Varyush. Fair.

- True? Really?! ”She raised her tear-stained face and began to shower me with kisses.

* * *

That night we spent in the same bed. And the next one too. And more, and more. A month later, Varya moved to me. We did not register their relationship. We both know that we love each other, although we have never spoken words of love. Just live in perfect harmony for the third year.This is symbolic, because Varenka recently admitted that there will be three of us soon. It will be a boy ...