1.

A day after the events described there was a trill of the doorbell. I understood that Valentine had returned, that I needed to open the door, but I stood like a pillar, not knowing what to do. Contradictions burned my soul - to pretend that nothing happened and live on or drive this bitch out of the house and forget forever. Evidently, I thought long and woke up at the sound of the key being inserted into the door.

- Honey, I'm back! Where are you hiding, - came the joyful voice of his wife.

Without deciding anything, I remained standing in the middle of the kitchen, trying to adopt a neutral expression on my face. It seems that I managed it badly, because Valya asked:

- Something happened? Why are you so gloomy?

“Yes, there are some minor problems at work,” I said.

- What's wrong there?

- It happened simple due to the fact that they did not order materials on time.

- And where are you?

“I should have ordered these same materials,” I frankly lied.

- What is the next?

“There won't be a prize, and I can get a fine,” I shouted, feeling that I was taking a great interest in more and more.

- Earring cute, do not worry! Yes, to hell with this award! We have money and not bad!

I was struck by these words like lightning. “Money earned by his wife’s body. She wants to make me gigolo? “- A burning thought spun in my head. I did not say it out loud. Having accepted my silence for agreeing with her, Valentina rushed to unpack things.

“Look what I brought you with Alyoshka,” she said, showing a chic sweater for me and fashionable sneakers for her son. - Like?

It seemed to me that the wife in this way even more mocked me. “No, that’s not the way. We need to take a time out and think about everything, ”a saving thought flashed through my mind. I painted a smile on my face, in my heart cursing myself for cowardice, cowardice, and God knows what else.

- Ofcourse honey.

The word “sweetheart” was not sincere, and Valia raised her head and looked into my eyes anxiously. Trying to get away from her gaze, I tried to continue the conversation.

- How did you do it? All managed to do?

- Thank God! I managed on time, - she said with a patter, taking new things and trying to concentrate my attention on them. - You better appreciate my new dress.

- Dress can be estimated when it is worn, and not rolled neatly in the package.

- Your truth. I now, - she answered and quickly left the room.

I was pricked again - she used to measure things with me, but now she’s gone. A few minutes later I saw my spouse in a dress in which I had already seen her on the computer. In reality, she looked even better than on the monitor. She spun, and the hem of the dress, like a parachute filled with air, rose up. Flashing black thongs, hiding behind his strip in elastic buttocks. Even at such a fast pace, one could see that in the bikini area she shaved neatly. Rage again seized me and, not understanding what I was doing, grabbed her in his arms and dragged her into the bedroom. Throwing his wife on the bed, he began to tear at her hateful dress. Red matter had the same effect on me as a red rag on a bull. Pieces of cloth were scattered throughout the bed. Left in her panties and bra, she looked at me with horror. I lowered my jeans and leaned over her with all my weight. She tried to push me away, but the forces were unequal. Tearing off the last remnants of her clothes, I forcefully spread her legs to the side and tried to insert a member into her pussy. However, the attempt was unsuccessful. I owned madness. I repeated my attempts again and again until I succeeded. My dick is in it! No foreplay and kisses. Quick frictions on the dry brought her pain and humiliation. Tears appeared in her eyes.

- What are you doing? You are crazy! Stop it now, it hurts, ”Valentina shouted.

I was deaf to her pleas.The member became unusually hard and I wanted a quick discharge. But I could not get pleasure. Suddenly I remembered that my wife had always refused me anal sex, and I decided to take revenge. Turning it on his stomach, put it with cancer. By this time she was exhausted and stopped resisting. Without lubricating the anus and without any preparation, I tried to enter it. The sphincter didn't let me do it. Grabbing her hips, made a new attempt - he crushed his penis until the anus was stained with blood, which quickly began to run down her body onto the bed. I sobered, though I did not drink. Realizing that he had done something terrible, he grabbed a piece from the dress and wiped off his “fighter”. Valentina, huddled in the corner of the bed, cried bitterly and did not look at me. The picture was depressing - the bed is stained with blood and a sobbing woman on it. In order not to see all this, I grabbed a windbreaker and jumped out of the apartment.

Running a couple of blocks, stopped. “How to live on? What to do? After all, Alyoshka does not know anything, should he talk about this? “- thoughts were spinning in my head. There were darkness questions, but none of them had an answer. He sat down on a bench in the park, began to ponder where to go. In addition to Volodya, a childhood friend, there was nowhere to go.

2.

I pressed the bell button so that my finger hurt. The door did not open, although there was someone in the house. I felt it and kept calling. There were footsteps, the creaking of the door being opened and the dissatisfied physiognomy of my friend.

- Old man, are you fucked up? Have you seen the time? ... - He pounced on me, but when he saw my face suddenly fell silent.

- I'll spend the night, can I? Just do not ask what happened - I asked him hoarsely.

- Yes, now Irka bed. Ira-ah, he shouted deep into the apartment.

- What are you yelling, you fool! You want to wake up the whole house, - Ira hissed, wrapped in a sheet on a naked body. - Hello, Sergey! Why are you so late? We already went to bed, - she already told me.

- Problems with him, need to spend the night. Quickly go to bed with him - Volodya got in, gently pushing his wife to the bedroom. - All the conversations leave for later.

- Seryozh, I will bed you in the hall, okay?

“I would be only too glad,” I said, glad that I had found refuge.

I walked into the hall, where Volodkina's spouse had already finished laying the bed for me, straightening the sheets on her, which constantly slipped away from her.

- And why are you in the sheets? - without even trying to enter the situation, I asked.

Irka blushed and mumbled something in response, which in no way interested me. When she finished, she quickly retreated to her bedroom.

- Do you want to eat? - drew in the doorway Volodya.

- Rather yes than no.

- Then let's go to the kitchen.

After making a few sandwiches with sausage and pouring a huge cup of tea, he took out a cigarette and lit it. I diligently chewed, and he was silent. My friend never climbed into the soul when the situation demanded it, and for that I really appreciated him.

- I did not bother you? - I suddenly asked myself.

- Withdrew from the body, - answered Volodya.

Only now it dawned on me why Irka was in the sheet.

- Sorry, brother, did not want it, it happened.

- Come on, I'll catch up with my. What are your plans for the future? - Volodya asked.

- I do not know yet. We need somewhere to find accommodation, not you huddle.

- I understand that you have seams with Valentina. And, by the way, let's stay with Tatyana for now. Her blessed was sent to compulsory treatment, so that the hut is free.

- And you will not be jealous?

- I will, but not much. You know, just yesterday met such a lady - Mama Do not Cry. Now I am directing all my strength to it. C'mon, about this some other time. Relax.

3.

A week has passed. I went to work, spent the night at Tatyana’s, for whom I decided to stay with some help from my friend. The soul was empty and overcast. There was a lot of free time, which was so lacking at home. Therefore, how could he helped Tatiana with the housework. I repaired the wiring in the house, fixed the leak in the kitchen faucet and other trifles, ...