1. The road to India.
It so happened that my wife and I went to India. More precisely, on Goa. It happened, because, intentionally, it is unlikely that we got there. I am an engineer, an equipment setter at an industrial enterprise, wife Landscape designer in a small construction company. Two children, loans, and the like. And here, there was an installation of new, German equipment, where I proved myself not only as a competent adjuster, but later, and as an experienced mentor, training staff to work on this equipment. As a result, the director called me to himself, and said about the following: “I can’t give you a lot of money, but the standard prize and … There is a ticket for two, on Goa, I took it for myself, I give you, and you act with her as you want … “
Of course, I wanted money, however, having come home, I realized that I would have to go. The wife’s monologue lasted half an hour, and his meaning was unequivocal: the work of a zadolbala, she almost did not see me for four months, and she pulled the house and children alone, and she was ready to quit the company if the authorities did not let her go on vacation. And how she loved her work – I knew. Very!
There were passports, children for grandmothers, and now we are in Moscow. Airport, one hundred and fifty vodka in the bar there for crazy money. I scored “scales” on the road, and so that the arrival was enough, in general, everything is standard. The wife was a little on baking, but stopped. So I don’t really drink, but on the road, whether it is a train or an airplane – a sacred business.
“Caulines” soon came in handy, and not only to me. Half an hour before we had to land, the plane began to shake. Then we were announced that a hurricane was raging at the destination, and they would plant us in another place. The plane continued to shake, and the wife asked me for alcohol. Three times.
Everything worked out. We sat down, and we and the baggage were taken to the city. It is also a resort, but away from the coast, for lovers to wander around the jungle. They placed in hotels and promised that tomorrow, by ten in the morning, if the weather does not fit, then in any case we will be taken to the place with terrestrial transport. Total 200 kilometers.
The wife took a shower, changed into a long skirt with a smell, and a shirt, like a male. I finished the last “scalp”, and we, in a light file, went to a restaurant, have a bite at the expense of a tour operator. There were many people and there were no free tables. While we were discussing what to order in the room, we were offered to join … him. They are two types of male.
However, I had a clear impression that these are two. Russian -speaking. That is how, in my opinion, people of this orientation should look and behave and behave. Mannerism, publicity, scum, and hell understand something else. But we accepted the invitation. We ordered food, drink … They knew the local cuisine and advised what to try and what was not. And then, what and how, who and where … They turned out to be an architect and designer, and built villas in the local resorts for our compatriots. Here – then the spouse has an eye and caught fire. The conversation went exclusively on these topics. Of course, I tried to knock him down, questions about sights, morals, and t.P., But it did not work. Something they answered, something advised, short, and again for their. They advised you to try the local “vodka”. I tried, and …
The head hurts terribly! I really want to go to the toilet and drink. How to get up. After some time, I begin to understand that I was stripped to panties, and lay on a disassembled bed. And the wife? She is not. On the clock for two in the morning. I try to remember something, but only fragments of thoughts and plots. I looked into a mini bar – beer, mineral water. The trick is shorter. I found the strength to unpack the bag, where two liters of relatives lurk. For I understood that without this business, I could not recover. The rehabilitation process took about twenty minutes by two to a hundred. Memories appeared: homosexuals, design, Indian vodka. Logical conclusions: spouse, “brought” me to the room, partition, laid down, and returned back. I washed, got dressed, and went to check my guess, and the fact that I did not have a key in order to close the number, I did not stop me in any way.
The restaurant was no longer so crowded, and they were not there. I went around the whole hall twice. Came back. I drank another hundred. Feared completely. And the memory has almost returned: “They work here. They flew somewhere and also did not reach. Accommodated in the same hotel. Designer photos and videos on a laptop, he is in the room … The wife really wanted to look at them. Number on the first or second? One of them has a wife, works in Delhi, in the tour of the company …”
And this is already a jamb. “Maybe they are not so and fagots? And my wife is drunken. And now, somewhere nearby, in the room, they do not look at the beautiful pictures in the bouquet at all ..? And what are they doing? Well, fuck!”
I was blown up into the corridor, and slowly, slowing down at each door, I began to walk along the first floor. What I wanted to hear – I don’t know. If the screams for help and the sounds of the struggle, I would be knocked out with the wall with the wall, and if Okh and ahi, then my wife is not there? A man who came out of one of the numbers frightened me. I greeted me on English, and I returned to my.
For which I am more worried? Of course, for the fact that something was not good to happen to her, but not at all for her cheating on me. “Is it over the years that we are together, she gave me a reason to doubt her fidelity? No. Then why am I furious? What if she is robbed and raped!“Although, for whom – whom, and these two were definitely not similar to robbers and rapists. “Most likely, now they drink Indian tea and talk sweetly about the predominance of one color scheme, in conditions of artificial lighting, over another …”
I turned on the TV, clicked the channels, and immediately ran into porn. In the picture, three healthy guys stared at all holes blonde. (My brunette) I looked at it without blinking, until my wife’s words were sounded in my head (I don’t remember what circumstances she told them) thrown to her a couple of years ago: “If a woman sincerely loves anal sex, she fantasizes in any wayOn the topic of two members at the same time “. And she loved him.
I again went to a restaurant, where with difficulty overcoming the language barrier, I still could not find out anything about those three who were sitting as many hours ago, at that table. Having wandered around the corridor, I visited the thought to contact the police with the words … With which?
I am sitting in a room with a non -working cell in my hands, watch porn, finish the bubble. If the spouse had come in now, then it would be better for me if she really changed me … I don’t jerk out well. Although where is there, there is no question of an erection. In the soul so disgusting. If I were violent, a scandal would have happened for a long time. But I’m not like. Even drunk. Time three. Finished, documented, turned off, lay down. And strangely enough, he fell asleep almost immediately.
Woke up from a phone call. Local. They woke us up, invited us for breakfast, and by ten thirty we were waiting for a bus such – then such – then … I looked at my watch – almost nine in the morning. The wife is sleeping nearby, not even moved. Health is surprisingly not bad, but a bottle of beer will not hurt. I took it, went to the bath, lit a cigarette.
I wonder how much she came. She slept in the nightnage on duty, and her things, apparently out of habit, were here in the bathroom, where there is usually a washing machine. Skirt, shirt, bra … Skirt, shirt, bra … And cowards? On it? That is, she washed away, put on a nightie, and panties in which she left all day? I understand – nonsense, but I decided to check. Quietly came up, looked – there is no. Now I will find out everything. There will be something now. Another bottle of beer, cigarette and wake up…. in the corridor in front of the bathroom her bag. I have never done this before … Panties on the side. That’s all. What’s next? Swearing, showdowns, divorce, children, division of property … “Stupid! Why did she put panties in her bag? This is a hundred percent Pale! So the point! So she has nothing to hide! There was nothing and her conscience is clean! And this? But you never know what? Maybe I had a random accidentally, but it was a pity to throw it …”
The door was tapped, rushed. I opened, with a bottle of beer in my hands, explained that everything was ok, and when I turned around, I saw that my wife was sitting on the edge of the bed and languidly stretched. Then she got up, and, passing by with the words: “Enough to thump” – she took the bottle. Applied.
“Fu, what a nasty thing” – but did not return it back. Turned on the shower, finished this muck, and climbed under the water. Then she paid attention to me again:
“Do not even think.”
And what I thought about? That I will not tell her anything? Alive, well and thank God. And everything else is the nonsense of my sick imagination. However, her words belonged to another. To the fact that I clearly puffed in my pants. Suddenly. After so many years of life together, excited only from the type of detergent wife? Details are not important. I will not even ask her about anything. Let this night remain in my ignorance. I guess I still love her too much to give her a reason to part with me.
2 last day of work.
At twenty -four, that is, a few years ago, I worked in a small hypermarket seller – consultant. The operating mode was from eight in the morning to twenty -two. We had a senior seller Natasha, Natalia Vladimirovna. Gorgeous lady, thirty with a little years. And beautiful and smart and dressed impeccably. Always skirts or dresses, stockings or tights, no deep cuts or neckline, long cuts, and t.P., And everything is equal, the sexiest lady in the store. She is his sex, just radiated. And her character was chic. If she scolded, then only for the matter.
Stands, reports someone, and her appearance is immediately formidable, it becomes bitchy, and you are standing nearby, something you need to ask for work. But you are waiting for the end of the execution. Then it turns to you, and almost immediately changes.
– Seryozha, you wanted something?
– Yes, Natasha, we have it there, and without your knowledge they are neither …
She will smile, and she will take the hand or by the shoulder, and tells everything, explain everything. True, I also got it from it once. I lost thirty percent awards, but, I repeat, there was something for.
He rumored about her, as if she was sleeping with someone from the top leadership, although she had both her husband and child. But the rumor quickly melted. I don’t know for sure, but, in my opinion, someone was injured for him (hearing). That’s why it melted.
And this was no longer a rumor, but the exact and verified information that Natasha went to increase, and now there will be something like a regional auditor by points. She herself confirmed this and finalized the last days.
This is the ball just her very last working day here. Autumn, already at about eleven in the evening, on the street Livery. There were 2 – 3 guards, she, I and a couple of sellers. I called a friend and asked him to pick me up, somewhere closer to the house, at the same time then we will drink the beer. While I was standing in the “dressing room” and looking through the glass of a closed door for empty parking lots and rain drops, a car drove up, and colleagues left. Then Natasha came up.
– Why didn’t you go with them? She asked.
– The guy will come for me now.
– Why not a girl?
– No girl – I did not want to touch this topic, and decided to change it.
– And you are without a car today?
– Yes. Now the husband will pick up. Call already, rides. And the girls, by the way, are. You just need to look better, and – she moved closer to me – timidity, especially at the beginning of the acquaintance, does not make a pretty and decent guy very much.
It was about me about me. Apparently she felt this moment during our joint work. But what is there, there is such. The guards came up.
– Well, everything seems to have checked everything, they closed everything ..
– And the western wing, – she interrupted them, – and toilets?
– What to check them ..
– What are you! – Natasha raised the tone. – So, I won’t wait for you, they checked you, and put it on the alarm, call back.
They are gone. We remained with her together in the “dressing room” with a view of an empty parking lot.
– You know, Seryozh, you were always pretty to me – she came closer to me again – and I was always pleased to work with you.
– Me too.
She slightly pushed me to the wall.
– Therefore, I want to decorate your memories of me somewhat.
She squatted down and unbuttoned the width of her trousers. I was dumbfounded and was afraid to move. Even when she made a blowjob. It all ended quickly. Firstly, I had no sex for a long time, and secondly, the headlights were drawn in the parking lot, the car drove up. I finished a lot and for a long time, and even heard her swallowed. Then she pulled away, and began to stuff “it” back. Her phone rang.
– Oh, my husband arrived.
She got up, ran a hand on my cheek, and with the words: “Well, that’s it, good luck, I ran” – and jumped out into the street.
Her husband with an umbrella came out of the car. Having reached, Natasha hugged him and kissed him. Kissed on the lips. Moreover, I am sure that she deliberately did it for a long time, turning to me sideways, so that in the light of headlights I better saw. He, husband, could not help but feel on her lips, tongue, and palate of the remnants of foreign elements. Residues of more than fresh…. but then, they got into the car and drove off. So, it suits him …
Now I am already working in another place, and I have a girlfriend, but Natasha has achieved her. I very often remember it, and the memories are only positive, although their family lifestyle, I still do not share.
Error.
When you are under forty, the worldview has a slightly different shade than twenty to thirty. The life experience, the acquired reaction skills to possible situations, and the wisdom obtained as a result of observation of the errors of others. Although some things always remain unchanged: faith, hope, love …, and that is, options …
My wife and I have been living for more than fifteen years. Everything is fine, everything is exactly. Children, work, life …, almost do not swear. Perfect family. And I love her. I love my wife, children, parents and relatives (almost all), her and her. I love our life, I love work a little. And I think that the spouse answers the same. And when such harmony lasts so many years, a person (people) with which you have been in one life harness for so long, you begin to not only understand and feel, but also comprehend, up to the motivation of his actions.
So I, at one moment, comprehended that someone had someone had a wife. Not a reasonable statement, just a flair. As well as the fact that this “someone” does not constitute a real threat to the family. Just a sudden fornication. But the bell rang.
At first I tried to find evidence, to catch it at some moment – to no avail. Then he began to pay more attention to her and her sex. And she appreciated it. At some point, we again turned into newlyweds, only with two children and a bunch of household problems. But it was great. We both younger. And after all, it is necessary that all the attention: to invite (just like that) in a cafe or movie, help (just like that) at home, show interest in her work, show an increased sexual interest in her person, especially in a place that is wrong for these purposes … And the response was. And even suspicions began to retreat, but …
She called, warned that she was delayed. Like, a lot of work, reports, revision, and t.P. This happened before. It happened that I took her from the office at eleventh in the evening, but now she was by car and said that she would get herself. About ten I called. She said that here – here. Said that they are finishing and will soon be. And really, after half an hour I arrived. They kissed in the corridor, and with the words: “Hungry as hell” – she darted into the kitchen. And I realized that something was wrong, something is wrong when I kissed her. The children had not slept yet, and I had to wait for my turn to approach her again. She is at the stove, I hug her waist and kiss her in the neck. And now I frankly feel the fresh smell of a shower gel. Moreover, her gel, the one she prefers. That is, she, just recently, took a shower somewhere. And in the office they definitely don’t have a soul.
Then I watched her changed clothes. Apparently my wife took my gaze in another context, because she said: “No, dear, today nothing will happen. I’m very tired ”and then we went to bed, and she quickly fell asleep. And I went to the kitchen, poured myself vodka, and began to vilify myself: why I did not arrange a showdown? Why did not show her? There is jealousy, there is an insult … After all, I don’t give a damn about her … I guess I didn’t want to change anything. I don’t like changes at all, as I do not like and scandals. I don’t want to lose her. But this does not mean that everything is allowed to her! And if this “someone” means something for her! And while happiness and harmony reigns in her house, she wants, and will return there. But as soon as claims and swearing appear here, she can have another hearth in which there will be no place for me. No, of course, she will not go to it, I know her well. So, leave everything as it is, pretend that I didn’t notice anything? So I already did. So, so be it. It is only interesting, and at what moment of my happy family life, I turned into a rag?
Well, dear reader, since you watched this set of letters to the end, let the bonus offer you another set. The story is real. My wife, a friend, told her secretly, and that, in turn, her friend, who was one of the main characters. I saw this family several times, crossed. And therefore I have some hints on their psychological portraits. I will add something from myself, I’ll think of something, and now:
Looking ahead I will say that they still live together.
Both sin and laughter. (From the first person)
I work as a replaceable engineer, at the enterprise. Work day – night, two houses. Wife Modernist, in retail trade. There are children, two cars, and everything is with that kind. I throw my old car, where it got, but basically, it stands with my parents, in the private sector. The wife has a new car, good. She stands in the garage. A small garage cooperative is not far from home. When the parking appeared, they wanted to sell, but then changed their minds. There was no particular need for money. Personally, I was very annoyed by the gate: open the gate, close the gate … and they were not very good. In winter, you need to clean the snow, the keys to the locks are hefty. Where is the mile parking.
I arrived at his rightful place, picked up the alarm and home. But the wife did not want to sell the garage, arguing also as an additional pantry. And as a result, I had to make a gate. Because she pulled me out of the house several times, so that I would help her open them, then close. And then I made them. I made it humanly. One small key to the gate, one, easily moving lever, opening two gate shots at once, and the wings themselves are closed without effort, such as, slam. In general, tinned. But what the wife turned out to be the right is in add. pantry. A lot of things were stored there, which is no longer needed, but it’s a pity to throw it out.
Just there I had an old chainsaw. At first she floundered, then completely fell silent. And although I rarely use it, but the tool should be in working condition. And I saw, although it was old, it was branded, German assembly, so buying a new one, I did not want. I tried it myself – it didn’t work. Something with the engine. And then my shiftman responded on my grief. It turns out he is a big fan of digging into motors: mopeds, motorcycles, cars. Of course, I agreed, and we even washed this matter, but I drank and lay in the garage. I could not give it to him.
I came from a night shift. For a couple of hours, struggled around the house, then went to bed. Through my dream I heard my daughter came from school. Then the wife called, said that she was slightly lingering at work, and what would we take from the garden of the small. I entrusted this business to my daughter and lay down again. And already at five o’clock in the evening the shifter called. Like, I’m with a friend in your area, let’s take the saw … I grabbed spare keys from the garage and quickly went out into the street. They were already waiting for me by car. We quickly arrived. “Come on, while open, and we will turn there for now”
I opened the gate, I wanted to turn on the light, but it was already burning, and the wife of the wife was already standing. On the hood covered with an old blanket, my wife was lying. Her legs, like the Latin letter V, was soared up, symbolizing either victory or horns … And between them “stood’ man. I knew him, an official from the city hall, he also has a garage in this cooperative. At least. I saw how he changed in his face, how his wife jumped with obvious panic on physiognomy. But I was scared. It was frightened. A bunch of thoughts rushed my head so that I froze for a second, my eyes widened, and my hands shook.
But the main idea was: “The guys will turn around, drive up, and as normal men, they will want to look at the garage. And here it is! Shame and shame, because I quickly rushed to the chainsaw lying at the front wheel. The wife said something, but I did not hear. Grabbed the saw, glanced in hatred in their direction, and just as swiftly jumped out into the street. Just in time. They already drove up and even opened the doors of the car. But I, quickly closing the garage gate, with the words: “Guys, I urgently need a lady” – jumped into the back seat. And only at home I felt the fullness and gamut of the feelings that the shame before that over.
“Here’s a bitch! Now it’s clear why you didn’t want to sell a garage … Wait, come, I will arrange you!”Fill the face? Actually I never beat her. Besides, children at home. Not with them? Divorce? Also not an option. So I’m already used to her, life is established. Maybe I love more. I have a great relationship with her parents, and she has. What about children? Then what other sanctions can I apply? Take offense and not talk to her? Nonsense. Follow it at home? But our family budget for forty percent consists of its salary. Or, too, change her? But firstly, I did not have a suitable candidate, and secondly, knowing her wife, she, despite all her jambs, will make my indicative execution from this. Yes, and not the holy, I’m already … True, it was only a couple of times, and long ago, but it was … Then what else? Okay, back, let’s see. But she did not return. Almost two hours have passed. I drank vodka, played with the small …, she was not there. Call the first – thought the western.
Interesting, for a long time she has it? Maybe yes. Most likely, they came together on the basis of business relations. She repeatedly told how she had to dangle to the administration, to solve some problems of the company. And he? It seems to be married too. I once saw him with my family. What if, she has not alone? Suddenly she solves all the issues of the company in this way?
Actually, thoughts are shitty, but the wives were not there. Neither her nor call. I have seen him with his family for a long time, maybe he had already departed, and she went to him? Then why are they fucking in the garage, and not at his house? Maybe she was ashamed, and she laid her hands on herself? Yes, sure!!! Most likely, I went to my parents.
For a far -fetched reason, a mother -in -law called, and during a conversation I realized that she was not there. Maybe I went to my friend? She had a couple of friends, and I knew the numbers of their phones. Acted according to the same scheme as from the mother -in -law, and the result was the same – it was nowhere. Then I really started to worry. And what if he decided to cover the traces, and banged it, and now stands under my door with an ax in his hand, waits for me to go out … I even checked this version … That is, you can understand in what state I ended up: borderline, between anger and insanity, heated by vodka. Plus a resentment of betrayal and fear for the life (health) of a loved one …
Already closer to twelve, when the children were already partially sleeping, I decided to call. But I did not have time. The front door opened and the spouse entered the apartment slowly with a tired, rather, exhausted view.
Freezed. I really did not think that I would be glad to see her. Defiantly not paying any attention to it, I went to the kitchen. After a couple of minutes I went there and she. She sat opposite me, poured vodka into my glass, drank, and, wet her lips with her hand, she said quietly:
– Well, what have you done?
– I have done!? What have you done!? – Again anger and desire to cut it in the face. In general, arrogance!
– You’re going to where I’m now?
– Yes, I fuck!
– I am from the resuscitation of the regional clinical hospital.
– In terms of? – I am sharply “donkey”.
– I mean, I now really know the meaning of the phrase “Describe from fear”. – She paused. – When you flew, you had such a look … that even I was scared. Although, I know you well. And when I picked up the saw, I thought – everything. I never had such fear. You jumped out, but from me, – she again made not a big pause, – that’s how she stood, so poured … Sam. And he stood for a couple of minutes, and collapsed like a knitted. I am his feeling – in no way. I won’t drag it into the car, I called an ambulance. Brought to the hospital – heart attack. They called his wife, and to torture me: under what circumstances, what and how, and not during sex, this happened ..? I was there so that Tolkien is resting. The doctor is okay, but his wife, in my opinion, believed.
The conversation was interrupted by a daughter who entered the kitchen. My wife went to the bath, my daughter to sleep, I drank vodka and went to lay the bed. I really didn’t know what to do. Once all the emotions dulled at once. I imagined what it looked like in the hospital, what the wife could compose, and in general, how it all looked from the outside. The picture turned out to be the same …
The wife returned from the bath and silently lay down nearby.
– I looked so scary? – I asked her.
– Yes pi … c. The mouth is open, the eyes are frantic, hands are clenched in fists …
Suddenly I began to disassemble the laughter.
– But only at the saw I went, give it to repairs. I told you, it doesn’t work.
– That I remember everything, ”the wife objected softly.
– And you can imagine if I also pulled the starter …
– Well, then we would now lay with him there, – she also giggled slightly.
– You are the one to blame.
– Yes I know. Forgive me please. If you want to punish me, then no matter what. I have experienced so much today that you can’t wish a fierce enemy.
She got up and turned on the nightlight.
– You didn’t put an alarm clock? Otherwise I probably can’t rise tomorrow.
I looked at her, dressed only in a night shirt, and realized that I did not want to lose her. No, I do not want, of course, that she would continue to behave the same. Adultery is bad. The reasons for his and details at that time were no longer interested in me. At that time I was already interested in something else ..
– No, you still need to punish you. And hike, right now.
She sat on the bed in half a turn to me, the beginning of a smile froze on her face. On any other day, I would hear: “Dear, I’m so tired. Let’s not today”. Or: “Honey, you, having drunk, I do not like it when you are drunk”. But today I will not hear that. Today she smoothes her sin. And I was wondering how I would feel with her (in her), knowing for sure that only a couple of hours ago in my place was another.
P.S. Yes, in principle, I did not feel any particular difference.
END. Dan Era
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