For a time there was no desire to engage in prose, but recently I visited the muse of creativity again. By the way, my muse is hanging out with the nymphs for some reason, for some reason, it pulls "dirty" stories to write. So I continue the cycle of stories about our prodigal adventures. But, just in case, I repeat, this is not an autobiography on the topic of sex, but simply sketches from parallel reality. Names, of course, will not be the same. But everything that has been said below, of course, did not take place, because how can such a thing take place ...

First, let us introduce ourselves again: Dima, Fields, over 40, with children, about our figures - well, let them on ..., our figures have not been "20 years old" for a long time.

This event happened in the most difficult month for me in the year - at the beginning of March, last year 2018. Why is it so heavy - but it has so managed that half of the female relatives managed to get bored so that they were born in late February - early March, and my wife is also, and all the time they are trying to celebrate together with one big company, and plus on March 8, in addition, in a week ... The brain makes what to give to and not to offend anyone. Sometimes I was saved by the fact that by the nature of my activity (adjustment, installation of equipment, maintenance), I often have to go on business trips to and fro, here, for a couple of weeks, sometimes up to a month. And quite often he “disappeared” on a business trip precisely at such a “crucial” moment. Chocolate after the fact saved the situation later. Well, his wife - her beloved, always, but what a thread gift.

Last year I was again sent on a business trip, but from there I had to return a couple of days before my spouse’s birthday, so promised my wife. But circumstances did not work in my favor, I had to “get stuck” at work a little (the line did not want to make money, one of the Celestial Factory failed with components) and returned only on the second day after its Day.

Being late - it means to blame, why - it does not matter: mine then really really sulked at me. To reduce the intensity of "tungsten", I remembered about the always helping out "cultural and educational" event, through which, by the way, lies the way to the hearts of many women - visiting shopping centers. The choice of the wife fell on the Ikeya-Auchan complex in Khimki, something very impatient to buy it there. And then came the day of shopping.

I will not bother the reader with a description of how we got from our cozy, beloved, little N-ska to Khimki; how is there my devout plunged into an event called shopping; how I suffered ... To write a novel about it is definitely not today ...

In short, stuffed cars with all sorts of things, everything was bought under the motto "vital" and "it's a gift." Everything, the end ... We left, embarked on Leningradka. Saturday evening. Cork, and the specific. We are crawling. And we are not only Ring, and still further shove ...

Cars jump from row to row, as if you can win a lot in such a concrete traffic jam, and the picture is made even more difficult by motorcyclists who make their way through the traffic jam like wasps. One by one, just manage to react to them and to the car that “face” climbs into the gap between your car and in front of you. Tired of it, all the more so that we still couldn’t get to the house at a reasonable time, we decided to stop at a roadside cafe to wait out the traffic jam a little.

Once it was decided to wait out the traffic jam, it gradually, but surely, began to maneuver to the side street. And now, it seems, everything has already broken out, turning to the right, and there the cafe, when suddenly “boom” came from behind, something “flew in”. We brake, jump out - a motorcyclist rushed up on us from the right, hurried, for some reason wanted to overtake on the right, but in the process ignored the flashing lights of the right turn of our car ... bruises; when he got up, his knee "rigged". We offer help ...

And suddenly:

- Fields, is that you?

My wife is in a stupor, I am confused ... The motorcyclist finally realized that a helmet with the darkened visor lowered does not dispose us to promptly recognize the holder of this voice and removes the helmet. And there is a guy, the age of my wife, my body size, but a bit slimmer, and the hair on the head is noticeably denser than me.

The wife looks at him, looks, then her eyes widen and how he yells:

- Glory is Glory! Dim, remember, I told about him.

As they say, the roulette played. How can you predict that you will be in a PDD away from your home for a hundred kilometers with an old acquaintance of your wife, whom she has not seen for 20 years.

Vyacheslav, give him his due, stretched out his hand first to me, greeted, introduced themselves. He was a close friend of my wife, together, in the same company after school hanging out. By the way, my wife told me about him at the dawn of our relationship, that he was for her, like a boy, but she didn’t go on to build eyes and curl up, kiss, paw, then he drove off to the army, then disappeared from the city. Well, and then I drew, and Slava finally went "to rest." Of course, at the time of the first acquaintance we were all modestly silent about this. Just an old friend. It was later, already at home we "remembered" some nuances, but later.

And Paul immediately to him with questions. Where gone, how are you and so on. Stream, Niagara ... And then we are standing, although we have practically moved out of Leningradka, but still on the road. We were “politely” a couple of times, with hooters, hinted that it was time to free the road, since everything is fine. And by itself, the proposal to continue communication in a cafe drew a picture of where we were going to initially go and wait a little bit of traffic.

The cafe turned out to be extremely cozy for the roadside. The name of the cafe modestly keep silence, because, even kill, but I do not remember. We ordered coffee, tea, a croissant ... We sit, like we are talking, but here I’m watching more, because I’m not able to insert a word into their avalanche of information. A thousand years have not seen each other, a lot of time to tell them. It turned out that after the army, Slava went to Moscow, started a small business with an army friend, got married there, he had a tight schedule, he stopped paying proper attention to his wife and eventually got strong horns, he also screwed up, got divorced, has three children , she misses them a lot, because the former got very angry at him, blamed him for what happened between them, and drove off to the Promised Land with her children to her parents, who immigrated there in the mid-90s, now alone. He loves being driven by a bike, waving longing, especially through a traffic jam; like adrenaline catches, here and caught up ... This time, as it turned out for all of us, very, very well ...

I look at how they devour each other’s eyes, pour in a bunch of words and find that it starts to amuse me gradually. I catch myself thinking that Slava is a normal kind of guy. The farther away, the more I realize that in due time Fields found in him, the disposition grows towards him with every minute. And then suddenly a crazy thought rushes through my head ... (If it were not for our experiments in swing, then I would never have decided to voice / embody it.)

I decided to try, although I didn’t really believe that something would work out. I sit, waiting for the moment. Here Slava leaves for a couple of minutes on urgent matters. The attempt is not torture, and without any preparation I tell my wife:

- And you would not want to sleep with him? I allow. Present.

The fact that this is not a joke, she understood right away, but with such suggestions, in fact, my “not spoiled”, actually for the first time. Figuratively speaking, Paulie's jaw dropped, there was a pause that lasted until the coming of Glory.

With the return of Glory, the conversation continued, as if I had not asked such a frank question to my wife. We sat like this for about 2 hours, at the end even I managed to break into conversations. Slava turned out to be a good conversationalist, with a broad outlook, found common topics for discussion, even in football, although we support different clubs. But time inexorably went forward and we had to gradually wrap up.Wife asks her to the right room, before you pay, leave. I stand on the clock, she goes out and immediately stuns ...