- My sun ... Enough, stop it. How much can I make excuses?

Christina broke away when I came up and hugged her waist from behind. She with silent depression fumbled at the kitchen table, preparing me dinner, even offended, Christina did not neglect her duties, and feeding me is still her evening priority. I know that I already missed her slim body. For the warmth that loving women are capable of.

Especially when they are wives.

For the third day the relationship is spoiled. When I open, returning from work, the door, there are no meeting wet lips. No confessions and caresses. Cold wall, multiplied by her resentment and sadness. I mentally sigh, not understanding when it will depart, and the memory gives out this garbage for the hundredth time. The situation has occurred. So it happens, that's for sure ...

iPhon! There are idiots who consider him the best invention in the world. Its creators decided not to bother with SMS, and they are highlighted on arrival right on the screen, delighting their recipients with good news, impressions and other things. I looked at the screen, and everything is readable. And really, why is there something to clap, if you can save valuable time?

Once again I was convinced of the elegance of the iPhon sms function when I left the bathroom three days ago, and got my iPhone poked right under my nose. Christina, with a look that instinctively caused a cold shiver in me, angrily presented me with the text she had accidentally read. Present in silence, without hysteria and passing words. Only tears, like transient rain, glittered on her face. When I returned from the office, I managed to put an iPhone on the pier glass in the bedroom, where she then combed her amazing curvy hair. It was at this moment that the sms that came to my trouble squeaked. Christine could not not read it - the iPhone lay in front of her.

"Kitty, you were super gentle today."

And then the bewildered wife wanted to see if there was an error in the SMS recipient, and climbed on.

“Come quickly, I'm all wet” ...

This is a sms - even morning. Christine had never climbed into my phones before, and I just didn’t delete it.

There were no previous messages, but these two turned out to be enough. The betrayal of her beloved husband is a cold shower for his wife's heart, mixed with a wave of her tears. A choked crying voice, questions that I so easily answer, but Christina is so hard to accept. She is brought up differently, not like me. We lived beautifully these five years, but, it is necessary to admit, different lives. Christine built up the home, while the business with its attendant vices absorbed me.

Probably, Katya, my new secretary, became this vice. I did not see anything unacceptable in responding to the charms of my assistant, when she, lifting her head, entered my office. And, at first, her three-dimensional chest appeared, alluring from under the notch, and then everything else. The rest ended with a convex ass, covered with a short (shorter than according to etiquette) skirt. This girl obviously came to my business to make a career.

I could not resist. Did not even resist. Chertik, who lived in me, helped to arrange it all. Banal plot - the boss and secretary. Katka's sexuality simply ate me, and we quickly became lovers. In Catherine’s sex technique, there were no equals, and in my large, as her boss office, there were no pieces of furniture left where it didn’t happen between us. Her spread legs took me on the table, the chair and even the damn-take-where, and the supple body of the girl took my orgasms as clearly as working tasks. Katya herself finished quietly, almost noiselessly, as an office specialist needs, nevertheless our “relations” took place on a working day.

Katka was a great lover, but these sms-kami clearly crossed the line. Himself to blame. "Kitty", damn it! Mistresses chudyu just as much as it allows them to enthusiastic, vigilant husbands.

“It was just sex,” I explained earnestly to Christine. - Simple physiology.

I longed for my wife to forget everything, like a dream that had accidentally flown in her head.

But she did not forget. All three days Christina practically did not communicate with me.

“How disgusting,” she replied coldly to my excuses. - I believed you.

And again she fell silent. Family fidelity was a significant value for the wife. So, her, Christina, raised, and I knew it. We got married five years ago, when she just graduated from the institute, and I was doing the starting steps in my own business. I remember the months when Christina and I ate one potato while I was paying off an entrepreneurial loan. It was love - on desire and shared dreams. She was the first girl I wanted to marry, and I was with her - the first man. Exactly.

- How is she better? What did you miss? - almost shouting, she asked.

- Yes, nothing! She's just different. I needed diversity, relaxation! This dialogue was spinning like a ball, already in my head after Christina, after feeding me, silently went to our bedroom. I did not want to lose it, although our sex life has long lost its sharpness. Once a week it became the usual fulfillment of marital debt.

The final attempt at reconciliation, the main assault, I postponed until tomorrow. On the fifth anniversary of our family life.

In the morning, Christina slept as usual for a long time, but when she entered the kitchen, she found a table set with the best restaurant food as a breakfast and a husband with a huge bouquet of roses. For this, I did not go to work.

“Today is our holiday,” I declare and kiss my lips easily. She does not open them, but does not remove them. Christina's eyes were warming, and I feel that the process I needed went.

“I remembered,” she says. I hug her and cuddle her, she lets you do it.

“Well, forgive me,” I say softly, almost whispering.

I wanted to swear that treason will not happen again, but I could not. Chertik, like many husbands, firmly settled in my soul (or somewhere below). I take a long case from the cabinet, open it and take out my gift. Necklace work of Italian jewelers with precious stones in a minute adorns the neck of Christina. Half a day yesterday I was looking for this thing for her, and I rolled a lot for it. I admire my wife. How beautiful she is.

- smoothing the blame? - barely smiling, but she says with reproach.

- A little bit, - I smile in response, I am already tired of justifying myself for these sms-cues. - And in fact - just love you.

She kisses me on the cheek. Really forgiven? Joy begins to fill me, we sit down for breakfast, and I already know that today will be a beautiful day, and especially evening and night. I will try to.

- Beautiful, - Christine admits about the necklace when asked if she liked it, - I'll give you my gift later.

“In general, I wanted to get a little different from you as a gift for the anniversary of married life,” Christina said suddenly when we were drinking coffee, and I calmed down, having decided that I was finally forgiven.

- No problem. What else do you want, the sun? - I am sincerely ready to satisfy any desire of the wife.

- Yes, so ... Something found on the Internet. Entertainment, something like an individual show, very interesting. I read the reviews, everyone is delighted. I'll drop your link to your mail.

Already at work I open the letter I received from Christina - link to the site. I turn to it with curiosity.

“Forgotten dreams” is the name of the site, and I find out that there is a whole agency for rendering non-standard services. I run through the text.

"We realize all your secret fantasies" - promised on the site. Hmmm ... I study their offer, and soon I dial a phone number.

... The next day, Christina and I appear in the office of this agency. I then announced to them that I wanted to give a gift to my wife, and their condition was a visit to the office by both of us. "Pre-interview", so said a polite male voice on the phone. Its owner met us in the office with a sign "Technical Director".

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