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My name is Andrew, a man with an ordinary appearance, medium income and a clear lifestyle. He is married to a stunning woman, Natalia, and our marriage has passed the mark in the “damn dozen” years. Son Subject only fastened us, and I am very grateful to my wife for taking care of him. Still, a mother is a mother, and her patience is infinite, unlike us, men-men, what to hide ...

Our family relationships have always been smooth and respectful, becoming such after the first years of unbridled passion. The birth of Artyom in many ways cooled the former ardor, but replaced it with tenderness and affection, such an inherent and necessary strong married couple.

However, at a certain stage, the evenness of relations played against us, more precisely, it relaxed and weakened my feelings and emotions. I loved Natasha, and I didn’t even have any thoughts about romance on the side or affair, but she did not give a reason to doubt her loyalty. Yes, she is very beautiful, my platinum blonde with teeth, pearls, and she works as a dentist in a private clinic. By the way, this is how we met when I came to her treatment. Fell in love with her eyes, because most of her face was hidden by a mask ...

And legs! I loved her legs very much ... Imagine, the robe is wide open, but you only feel how the beautiful girl's knees rest on your side, but you can’t take your eye too, because you are lying in the chair, and with a drill boring -machines ...

But I was distracted by this ... So, it so happened that a family even life dulled my attention to Natasha, and in the furniture business that I led, problems started. I had debts, which even though I was able to repay, but somehow there was nothing left for the family. Well, the nerves, of course, let down ... And I began to drink.

Lot! The bottle could sentence, and then still catch up with beer on top. Well, not at a time, but during the evening ... No, I did not blunt, I did not yell at me, no more than raised my hand to my beloved son, but it was enough that I was abusing! And he seemed to understand that it was necessary to stop, but every time I told myself, I’m supposed to deal with debts, I’ll fix things, and that’s all ...

And at some point, when it seemed that the debts were repaid and difficulties were not foreseen, I realized that I could not stop ... I was still drinking, because I lived in the feeling that now some kind of financial disorder, and all that jazz ...

With Natasha we began to move away, and there was nothing strange in this: sometimes waking up in the morning I still felt like a storm, so she didn’t smile at all to make love to me when I was splashed with alcohol.

And I don’t even know, not under the influence of alcohol, not because Natasha was in plain sight, but on the contrary I tried to dig into the burrow, but I began to show my own inferiority complex and suspicion towards Natasha. I seriously began to suspect that she had a man. One of the customers, as an option.

I didn’t tell her this directly, but it felt like she was trying to look good for someone. I didn’t follow, I didn’t try to get jealous, I didn’t check it, but rather he himself understood that something was wrong with me ... And yet the fact that Natasha was prettier did not leave my attention, and I was tormented by suspicions. Albeit baseless, but still ...

And he continued to thump!

Then one day we had a conversation with Natasha. When she said that we need to talk, I first thought that now she confesses to me in the novel on the side. Already my heart sank ...

But it turned out she was just tired of my always drunk look! As a doctor, she was afraid for me, like a loving woman - worried. I did not try to convince her of something, because I understood that she was right, absolutely 100% right, and I myself suggested that she leave for a while.

I pursued 2 points: I myself understood that it was time to tie it up with booze, and for this I was going to live a little one and forget it in black, in order to tie it up for a long time, if not forever! And it is desirable that Natasha and Artem did not see it. Although I will immediately say that none of my relatives and I myself did not suffer from alcoholism, but suddenly it began to happen to me that was scary ...

Natasha agreed, but this was not just for her. I do not know what thoughts were jumping in her head at that moment, but it’s good that she let me go! Seriously, if I resisted this, I would ... I do not know, I would just continue to live in the same mode. And maybe in more.

In general, it was lucky that Tema had a vacation, and he went to the camp, and Natasha and I went to different addresses. She stayed at home, and I moved to the parental hearth.

For some time it was difficult, of course, I really wanted to call her, see her, but jammed these impulses with alcohol! And I was bothered by the fact that she did not report about herself. And from the thought that my wife could be with someone at that moment when I was drinking on the hut alone, I was even more depressed by myself ...

For several days I really booze in black, in umat ... I even scored for work. But I could afford: I’m the director of the enterprise named after me He called, consulted with the accountant about the affairs, and if there was no state of emergency, spent time in idleness.

Natasha, I called, but to find out how things are with themes. And it seemed to me that Natasha answered me somehow coldly, hurried to curtail the conversation, but to my suspicious questions she said that everything was fine. And she asked me why I was drunk again, to which I did not find the answer.

I understood more and more clearly that it was time to tie up with a booze, otherwise I would kill myself and finish with the family!

And somehow, one day I just did not drink! Just did not, and all ...

Yes, there was a breakdown, there were desires, there was a desire even a little bit, which I did not yield, but it’s not about that ...

Already, at the end of Temin, there was a change, it was necessary to take him out of the camp, and Natasha and I agreed that we would pick him up together. But here the involuntary question: and then where? According to their addresses? The theme did not know about us ... Month the boy is not in charge that relatives live separately!

Phoned, and we just can not start a conversation, they say, what shall we do?

Natasha started very carefully:

- You do not drink now?

“It's already the second week,” I replied.

- That's how ... - something in her voice was like, as if she wished she hadn’t called earlier. And then she asked: - Do you mind if I drop by tonight, let's talk ...

I was not against it.

I didn’t imagine a romantic evening, and I didn’t come up with anything sensible with dinner. All right, that at least in the apartment there is an order, the dust is wiped out and the bottles of the battery do not stand under the sink.

Natasha came from work. Black cropped dress, large pearl beads, and so large pearl teeth! During the time that we have not seen, she seemed younger and freshened up. Her hair was arranged along her shoulders, without any tricks, but for some reason memories pierced me: for 15 years we were together in total, and that day Natasha’s hair was also on her shoulders when I first brought her to my home. There was no sex then, but crossing the threshold of the house, she seemed to cross the zone of my free life territory.

We were glad to meet you, but somehow we restrained ourselves: we didn’t embrace, weren't kissed. He smiled at each other, but went into the kitchen. It was just coffee ... Or tea, I don’t remember exactly ...

We talked easily and naturally, and there was no separation. The question of how we will pick up the topic was solved by itself ... Now, when it was necessary to decide the question of what to do next, we closed.

For some reason, I was afraid to hear my words, that I was ready to return, her confession, that now she was not ready to accept me. In order to make up for the pause, I offered to drink some more tea, and Natasha agreed.

I stood up, sneaking a glance at her bare feet. A neat pedicure was made quite recently, and I involuntarily held my eyes on the well-groomed fingers of her feet.

Natasha had gorgeous legs with which in her youth she literally drove me crazy.Yes, and now I sometimes watched as the men looked at her footprint, as soon as she only put on a skirt above her knees ....

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