We embraced and began kissing tightly. Then Nastena recoiled slightly and exhaled:

“But today we’ll both sleep with Anya.”

- Is it necessary? And then, where are we going to beat Victor? He then clearly aims to have sex with Anya. Yes, and Anya with him at the same time.

I parted her legs and sliding her panties to the side began to caress her pussy with my fingers. But she pulled away.

- I do not want to do it now in a quick way.

Nastena went to the door to the hall, looked at how the hot couple were already kissing, how eagerly squeezing each other with their hands, obviously ready to move on to a decisive sequel. She walked over to the table, poured a glass of whiskey for us, stood and looked at them intently. No, neither Anya nor Victor noticed her. She returned to the kitchen and handed me one of the glasses.

- To be honest, I envy her a little - she doesn’t have any remorse like ours right now. Half an hour ago, we called her and called her, thinking that now, today we’ll break a certain line, and we could not.

Nastya smiled. I looked at her. Yes, I never wanted to share it with anyone. And he did not want to be with another. But it was now, when I was there, when I was hugging her, when I was kissing ... What would have happened if we were now apart ...

- But what would have happened if now I were with Anya at one end of the city, and you and Victor at the other? Could we then remain faithful? After yesterday evening, after all our fantasies in the last hours? What do you think?

“I would have given myself ...” Nastya whispered softly, “I’m barely holding back now, and I’d spread my legs one-on-one with him ... It's fair, Igor ... It's fair.

Slapping bodies were heard in the hall. Apparently, Victor turned to action. But we were in no hurry to go there. We looked at each other.

“Five minutes ago, you said you didn’t want to be a whore and a whore,” I said with a sharp pain in my heart. I suddenly realized that we had crossed this line. We have not slept with others yet, we are still physically correct, but we can never be the same again. First of all Nastena. She wants to surrender to another man and at the same time, so that I know it. I do not know how, at that moment, I did not lose consciousness from the melancholy that surged upon me. I lost my loyalty to my wife, who at that moment was kissing me on the cheek, on the neck, looking at my back ...

- Go to them ... - I did not recognize my voice, - go right now. And don't tell me anything now. Just go, - I hesitated and added, - if you want and I am sure that I am ready to put everything to this step.

Did I hope my words would hold her? Of course. My inner voice did not scream, he screamed wildly and deafeningly - stop her, hit her if necessary, but stop! But that voice was inside me. From this internal cry, I flushed, and Nastena apparently decided that I was excited. She ran her hand over her cheek. Kissed on the lips and went. Slow. Even too slowly - to meet the sounds from the hall testifying that there is now a real fucking in full swing.

I stayed in the kitchen. I drank whiskey. I did not want to watch it happen. I did not want...

But damn it, I said to the SSU myself and knocked the whole glass into myself, went to the hall - I don’t want to, but I must!