- Show me? - Said the man who entered the apartment, not even greeting.

- What to show? - I did not understand, trying to make out at least a drop of friendliness in his gloomy face.

- Show where to install! - explained the man with a hint of impatience in his voice and pointed to a small suitcase, which he held in his hand.

- Aaa, yes. For sure! - I laughed own inconsistency. - Come here.

She pointed to the door in the bedroom and the man followed there. Without even taking off her shoes. His arrogance was a bit annoying. Again began to doubt the need for his presence. When my brother offered the services of his security company, I immediately refused, but doubts over the last month did their job and now there was a man in the apartment who was supposed to install a hidden surveillance camera in the bedroom.

It's time to dot the i's and dispel my suspicions and fears. The fears were even stronger than the suspicions themselves ... I can not believe that he is cheating on me, but a week ago, after returning from work, I found out that Dima did something that was completely unusual for him - he changed bedding in our bedroom. This was the last straw in my fears. The fears that I myself sowed when I saw him at home with a female colleague a couple of months ago. He had previously visited his house several times with someone from his colleagues at lunchtime, but usually they were men ... Talking with him on this subject scares even more, so I decided to check everything myself and calm the raging soul.

To install the camera was chosen when no one is at home.

“She'll be right here,” said the man standing on the dresser, pointing somewhere in the direction of the air conditioner.

“Okay,” I nodded. - The main thing that was visible to the bed.

The gloomy man was engaged in fixing the device. I wonder what he is thinking now ... Suddenly he decides that I decided to make a hidden video with my boyfriend? Here is a shame!

“I want to make sure that my boyfriend doesn’t betray me,” I suddenly said, flushing reddeningly at my own words.

The camera installer did not answer. He did not turn around and did not even nod for decency. It was as if he did not care for all this. Probably he really does not care. Why did I even say this? It was stupid.

The man got off the dresser and now set up something on his tablet. I just had to sit on the edge of the bed and wait for him to finish.

“Done,” he said after five minutes. - It remains to install the program on your phone and configure it so that you can access the camera via the Internet.

I didn’t have time to answer, because at that moment the front door lock clicked loudly and my eyes widened in surprise and horror.

The man put his tablet in a suitcase and looked at me. His face grew even gloomier, as it seemed to me. My own was covered with gray pallor. Dima was not supposed to appear at home at this time ...

Thoughts frantically jumped in my head, and my hands shook with excitement. Cold sweat appeared on his forehead. The man standing next to me looked quite serene. Of course. Why should he worry? It is now for me to make excuses for an outsider in the apartment ... Yes, even at that time, when I, like Dima, should be at work.

The restless gaze rested on the closet and the confusion of thoughts suddenly stopped, as if this was the only possible solution.

- You could not ... - I turned to the man, hesitantly pointing a finger at the closet.

- What? - he muttered softly, tracing the indicated direction. - Into the cupboard? Lost her mind? I will not go there.

“Please,” I whispered pleadingly. - Not for long at all. Until he leaves. I beg you very much ...

The man glanced briefly at the closet and his face changed from sullen to embittered.

- In this heat I'll be there in the oven! He snarled through his teeth. - It was necessary to think head off, not ass!

It seemed that he could not be persuaded, but the man nevertheless went up to the closet and nodded to me, letting him know that he had opened it.

- Here you need it? - He chuckled. - I would know that my wife had conceived this, would have broken her fingers. You owe me a coffin!

With these words, he stepped into the closet that I had opened. He was a third empty, so there was enough room for a man, but the height of the cabinet did not allow the poor fellow to stand to his full height, and he had to bend his head a little. In this position, I closed it. It was terrible to even imagine his thoughts about me at that moment. It was even more scary to explain the presence of a stranger in the bedroom with me.

Damn, a suitcase! She grabbed it and opened the closet again. A man with a grim grin on his face took him and waved his hand, as if parting.

From the hallway came a muffled female voice. Seriously?!

Probably, I would have been found in the bedroom with a slack jaw, but the shock quickly changed to the desire to bring everything to "clean water." Less than a minute later I was sharing a dark, stuffy and cramped closet with the “Gloomy”. Gloomy was not glad that, in fact, justified his nickname, which I mentally gave him.

- This is not in any gate! - he muttered. - I, in fact, a married man, and I sit in the closet with some kind of fool!

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh?

- Do not spike on me! You are not my wife!

Nothing was heard from the cabinet. Only the evil chatter of Gloomy and our breathing with him. Every minute lasted unbearably long, and because of the heat inside it was getting harder to breathe. On his forehead dripped sweat.

- And how long will we sit here? - not frowned. Gloomy. - I, in fact, need to go one more point!

I hope Dima will not notice that the shoes I left in the morning are in the hallway. Usually he does not pay attention to what I am. Well, Gloomy and not razuvalsya.

Damn, how hot and thirsty! Brushing the sweat from the forehead and temples became increasingly useless, as all the skin was already covered with small droplets, and the clothes became wet, causing discomfort. The man unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt and continued to grumble, but I did not listen, thinking about my own and listening to the sounds. Now would have a cool shower!

Maybe they left, but I did not hear?

Slightly pressed her hand on the cabinet doors and put her ear to the gap formed between them. At that moment, the door to the bedroom opened and, out of surprise, I almost hit my head on the crossbar. The gloomy immediately fell silent.

Through the slit of the sash nothing was visible, but steps were heard, and then the bed creaked familiarly. This creak always appears when you sit on the edge. No votes. Only obscure sounds. Something like a whisper, and then ... kisses. Distinct. Almost ringing. Unbearable to my ears!

If there was a pistol at hand, now the closet doors would have opened, and later two riddled corpses would have been found in the apartment!

In the field of view of the lumen between the doors was a bra that fell to the floor. His eyes refused to perceive it, and his consciousness was increasingly turning into an angry bull, before which they waved a red rag. I did not want to see and hear what was happening behind the closet door, but continued to listen eagerly, continually rushing defiantly to open the doors and jump out in indignation. Something stopped me. Something strange. Something that made you listen ...

Light crackling of material and giggling girls. Again the creak of the bed. Then another. Kisses and ... groan. Strange, but the sounds of the girl's voice seemed familiar to me. It seemed, it seemed.

The creak from the random went to the rhythmic. Flip flops. The moan became louder.

He fucked her! That bastard fucked her right on our bed! I was ready to rip it out of my rage, but instead I kept my ear pressed to the cabinet door.

At some point, I realized that I was trying to imagine what was happening in the details. How she lies naked and how he enters her. Also, as always entered into me. I tried to get rid ...