The story is written at the request of the reader. All character names are changed.

The fact that my wife is cheating on me now no longer had any doubts. But the most amazing thing was completely different, it did not bother me at all. No, I'm lying ... It worried me ... It turned on me terribly! I even dreamed of seeing my devout woman give herself to another. And having seen it with my own eyes, I even calmed down a bit. Perhaps I have a problem with my head! Or adrenaline is not enough? Painfully calm life came to me after marriage. Or maybe, as they say, both and all in one bottle. And then these emotions, as much as the breath away!

I was not going to do anything, I was just sure that sooner and later I would again see my Lenka ... I just waited ... And it happened. And even much earlier than I could have imagined. Everything happened by chance, without the slightest action on my part, more precisely with my complete inaction and with my tacit consent ...

A little more than a month passed since the previous story described in the story “Lena. March 8". It was April, Friday, the working day passed in the second half. The mood was lousy, did not want to work at all. There were no urgent cases, and those that were there could be postponed until Monday. I sat at work and stupidly laid out the "spider". And here I had a complete bummer, the layouts were just awful and nothing worked. And when the opportunity arose, finally decomposing the suit, she was interrupted by a phone call:

- Hi, Sanya!

The voice was familiar, only one person addressed me like that. It was Yurik, my cousin, we have been friends with him since childhood. Every year during the summer holidays my parents sent me to the village, as they said, to get some fresh air. My aunt and uncle were busy, so Yuri and I, their son, were left to themselves from morning to evening. We had just a sea of ​​affairs - fishing, a river, a forest, football, etc. In the evening, we got a scolding, or rather Yurka received it, I was, so I was a little bit of a smoke. And so about a month of free life. He was older than me by a year, and in character was more nimble, and, I would even say, more impudent. So we had a ringleader. Over time, we did not cease to be friends; he visited us many times and my wife and I visited them in the village.

I was very happy to call him.

- Hi, Yurik! How are you?

- Fine. When will you be at home?

- Three hours later. Why?

- Yes, here I stand at your house. I brought the guests, and I have a case for you ...

- Are you in the city? I will ask for it now ... I will be soon ...

It was easy to take time off from the authorities, I soon was near my house. As usual, the hotels occupied the whole trunk - potatoes, pickles, jams, meat, lard, etc ...

- Sash, I decided to change the car ...

- Well, it's time to go ...

- Well, yes, I have already chosen ... I want you to go to the salon with me. You better understand this kitchen, otherwise I will hang noodles on my ears ...

- What is the question then, let's go ...

In the showroom, we stayed for quite some time. While they looked at the cars, while they were discussing the equipment, the color, while they were making the contract, while he was making the first installment, time flew by quickly. Lena should have come from work. I called her, she was already at home, said that I would come home soon with Yuri, and that if she came to our parish, she understood something ...

Before our arrival, Lena set the table, and the presents brought by Yurii went to work - rustic bacon, pickled fungi, and moonshine. His Dad, makes just a great homemade wine, insists on some herbs, the best of any vodka ... Strong, really.

They drank for the meeting, several times for the future car, for health, then they just drank without toast. He told about his parents, about himself, about the news from our last meeting. Then came the memories of youth ...

At some point, the wife said:

- I'm going to sleep. I can not do it anymore...

She got up from the table and here she was so awfully cool, she could barely keep her feet. What she was drunk! I have not seen Lena like this for a long time ... I had to go put her to bed. I took her to the bedroom, undressed her, put her in a bed and covered her with a blanket.

- Well, what else will sit? Or sleep? - I asked Yura, returning to the kitchen.

- Come on a little more ... I do not want to sleep yet.

Of course, I would go to sleep, but ... We sat talking, recalling childhood, laughing at our adventures. Now of course it was very funny. It turned out the evening of memories. During the conversation a little more drunk.

- Everything, Jur. I can not do it anymore. Let's go to sleep, otherwise I will fall asleep here.

It seems to me that he would have sat down.

- Okay. Let's sleep.

- Lie down, as usual in the hall.

- Of course.

- Lenka has already prepared everything there.

I brought it to the room, turned on the light.

- Looks like I forgot ... Now I’ll organize everything, everything in the sofa should be. So here is a pillow, a blanket. Where is the bed sheet?

- Come on. I can and so ...

- What does that mean? Now we will find everything. Come on ...

I carefully open the bedroom door. The room was twilight, it illuminates only the light coming from the street through the window. Lena was sleeping on her side facing the window, but the light from the window did not disturb her at all.

“Shhhh,” I appeal to Yuri, putting a finger to my lips.

He silently nods his head.

The linen is in the dresser, carefully heading towards it. It was quite dark here, the light could not be turned on, so it would be necessary to search by touch. That's just in what box to look for? But do not wake her up! Okay, I'll find it myself. In the top drawer was his wife's laundry, so only three remained.

At that moment there was a plaintive sound in the room, more like a moan:

- Eeeeee ...

I even shuddered in surprise. He turned at the sound, Lena was asleep, it was she who was moaning in her sleep, it was evident that she was crap. Yurik stood at the door and also looked at Lenka. I put my finger to my lips again and turned to the dresser. Opened the second box, fumbled in it. Then the next one. My wife again made a piteous moan, listened to the rustling ... But I was busy searching ... The bedclothes were in the lowest drawer. Found a sheet, pillowcase, duvet cover, closed the drawer turned and ...

What I saw put me in a stupor. Lena was now lying on her stomach on top of the blanket, one leg stretched down, the other bent at the knee and a little laid aside. But these were not all the changes that had occurred in the room ... Yurka was standing next to the bed, and his hand was on the leg of my wife. And not just lay, he stroked her foot. I stroked and looked at me ...

It was so unexpected ... I was confused for some time, I had to stop him ... Now all my words are stuck somewhere inside ...

No, he did not even stroke his wife's leg, his hand slowly moved up the leg, for another instant she would reach her knee. I stood and watched with bated breath, as his hand went higher and higher ... Here she was already on her thigh.

I just stood like an idol with bedclothes in my hands and, silently, watched what was happening ... And what was happening excited me. And very excited. And the higher his hand was, the more I wanted to see the sequel. And the fact that it will be, I did not doubt how much. The only obstacle I could be, but I was not going to stop it.

His hand was already on her ass, covered with panties. On it, he lingered a little, lightly stroked her, and even slightly squeezed her buttock. Then his hand moved to the lower back, then moved even higher, reached the neck ...

- Eeeeeee ... - Lena again made this sound.

Then the hand moved in the opposite direction, it was again on his wife's ass. Then the second hand went to work. Yura stroked his wife's buttocks while squeezing them.

- Eeeeeee ...

I was just shocked. My cousin is pawing my wife, even if she is drunk in the hollows, and I stand with a sinking heart waiting for what will happen next ... I was well aware of the piquancy of what is happening and possible consequences, but I could not stop what was happening ...

Yurka ...