The story is written at the request of the reader.

This is another story about my ex-wife Dasha.

The story about which I want to tell, happened in the summer, in the beginning of July, was Saturday. My wife was to meet her classmates that day. These meetings were held every year, I even participated several times. They were basically the same, say, just had a reason to meet, sit somewhere, chat, gossip. Usually they met at someone in the apartment (including our home was a couple of times), less often the meetings were held in a cafe. Dasha was one of the organizers of such meetings, so I was aware of all their preparation. This time, those who expressed a desire to host were not found, and a cafe near our house was chosen.

I had my own business that day - I promised my friend Slawka to help repair the car.

This is a kind of prehistory ...

After lunch, I went to the garage to Slavka. We were taking more than expected, but all that was going, did. Slava went down to the basement and took out a couple of cans of beer. It, by the way, was just right now. Here Slavik fellow! And I somehow did not even think about it. Cool beer ... Then another in a jar ...

And so, when we began to gather home, a man peered into our garage:

- Slavik ..., - having seen me, he hesitated a little, - Guys, or maybe 50 grams? BUT?

- Mitrich, we have already left to go. But if only 50 ... - answered Slava.

- That's fine. And then I can not alone, but no one else. And the soul asks ... I instantly ...

He disappeared, soon returned with a bottle of vodka, sandwiches and an apple. Mitrich poured into glasses. I did not want to drink something, especially after a cool beer, warm vodka.

- I pass ...

Mitrich began to persuade me, Slavka leaned over and whispered in my ear:

- It is better to drink a sip, he still persuade ...

Of course, we did not stop at 50 grams. Then Slavka pulled out a jar of cucumbers from the basement. Then another neighbor looked at the light, then another. There was a second bottle, sausage, lard ... I went home, not so much on autopilot, but let's say I was pretty "pretty" ...

He opened the door of the apartment and heard loud voices and laughter. Passed into the room ... The coffee table was shifted to the sofa. There were bottles and snacks on it. Around the table is a company of six people. Dasha, Ira (this is the best friend of his wife), the faces of two more Dashkin classmates, were familiar, but I did not remember their names and two men, I saw them for the first time.

“And here is the owner,” Irka exclaimed, when she saw me.

Dasha introduced us:

- You know Irku ...

Irku, I knew very well, she visited us quite often. And besides, I sometimes fucked her when her husband was away ... But that's another story, maybe I'll write about her later ...

- This is Lena and Olya, - the wife continued to acquaint me with those present, - you should know them. And this is Artem and Alexey ... And this is my husband, Simon.

In general, I joined their company. He huddled next to Irkoy ... At the table, there was an ordinary chatter, which happens at such meetings ...

I drank with them a stack of three or four, and ... further the sheer fog ...

He came to himself from a terrible dry mouth. The room is dark, I immediately could not even understand where I am. Sounds came from afar. they were barely audible, that I could not even understand what these sounds were. While my eyes got a little used to the darkness, while “brought sharpness” ... I was in the bedroom, the room was slightly illuminated by a strip of light penetrating the gap between the joint and the door to the hall. I was lying on the bed, dressed for some reason, lying alone, there was no wife.

I was pretty shitty, my head just broke, I was terribly thirsty. There was a feeling that the tongue stuck to the sky. Forces to rise was not. After a while I realized the nature of the sound - someone was talking in the next room.So the guests haven't left yet? But why then do they speak so quietly? I absolutely could not make out the words ...

How much I lay in such a state is difficult for me to say. Maybe a minute, maybe ten. With difficulty he sat on the bed, for some time he came to his senses. Then he got up and with difficulty moved to the door, his legs were cotton-like. There were a couple of steps to the door, but they were given to me with great difficulty - I was rocking from side to side. He reached for the door handle and nearly crashed, barely managed to lean against the wall. He froze in that position, hit the light from the next room in his face. For a moment, he blinded me, the conversation became louder, but I could not understand the words anyway.

There were only two people in the room - my wife and one of her classmates, I think Artem. There was no one else in the room. He was sitting on the couch facing me, Dasha opposite him in the chair (I saw her from behind). The room was cleaned up; there was nothing left of the recent feast on the table. They sat and talked. I heard their voices, but could not understand what they were talking about. But judging by their intonation and Artem’s face, the conversation was serious.

Perhaps this stopped me at that moment. I stayed in the bedroom and did not tumble into the room where they were. It became interesting to me, more precisely I was intrigued ...

It took me a little more time and effort ... Finally, I began to understand the words ...

“Artyom ... Don't talk about it,” his wife’s voice was rather tense.

- Why? Dashulya, I want to know why you did this ...

- How?

- It cost me to leave, as you immediately jumped married. Why?

- I asked you not to leave ...

- I wanted the best. Earn money, what would we not start from scratch ...

- I didn't need the money, I needed you ...

- But it's not for long ...

- I was waiting for you from the army ... I was so glad when you came back ... And you moved to the north a month later ...

- I wanted the best ...

The conversation took an interesting turn. Thirst went to the background, even the headache was almost gone. Here it was only difficult to stand, until now the legs were like cotton. Somewhere there should have been a chair. After a moment, I was already sitting ... For a moment, I had a feeling that I was in the theater, watching the performance ...

I was well aware that she was not the first and not the second ... I knew that before me she had a boyfriend, and then he enlisted somewhere ... It turns out they had everything so seriously ...

- He wanted! And how long did I have to wait for you? Year? Two? Ten? No, really! Thank!

- I'm just for a year. You knew ...

- I did not intend to wait for you ...

- I wanted to make money ... For us ... For our family ...

- Let's stop this useless conversation. No return back ...

For some time there was silence in the room.

- You love him?

- Theme! I ask ... Do not ... - her voice trembled slightly.

- Why? We were so good together. Do you remember?

- So, stop it!

- Come to me!

- Are you crazy...

“Well, go,” and he extended his hand to her.

- You're an idiot? There is a husband behind the wall ...

- Come on, come to me ...

- Artem ...

- Yes, your husband is sleeping! Drunk like a pig! Well...

She hesitantly rose from her chair ... And just now I noticed that she had already managed to change clothes sometime. She was wearing a robe, not a dress, as it was when I came home.

Heck! He is now fucking my wife, right here, in front of my eyes on our couch! From this thought inside it became cold - cold, a member stirred in his pants. Of course, I could stop all this, but I myself wanted this to happen. Maybe I have something wrong with my head, but I like to observe how it is my wife. I'm just being dragged from this ...

Dasha stood by the armchair and looked at Artem, at his hand extended to her. There was only one step between them. And she made him! After some hesitation, she stepped in his direction! One step, one instant, and now she is on his lap ... Their lips joined in a passionate kiss ....