It started at that stupid party we threw for close friends. Of course, I should have guessed long ago that some of them were much closer than I thought. I had long suspected that my husband was infatuated with my friend Inga, but that they were capable of doing SUCH a thing under my nose, I could not have imagined, and the strangest thing is that I could not have predicted exactly how ambiguous my reaction would be to all this.
Most of the guests had dispersed. Igor, Inga’s husband, was peacefully snoring on the couch after drinking, he loved this business. I’d had a lot to drink, too, and was clearing the table, anticipating the sweet moment when my head would touch the pillow. Andrey, my husband, went with Inga to smoke on the balcony, you know, there are people who are completely calm about tobacco in everyday life, but after they drink, they run around every half hour to tar it, like for company. The devil pulled me to watch them then, either a woman’s intuition worked, or they were laughing too loudly, and then they suddenly fell silent.
I hid behind the curtain, at the edge of the window overlooking the balcony, and when I saw what was happening there, I couldn’t take my eyes off it, and I just stood there with my mouth open. At first, Andrey took a mouthful of smoke and exhaled it into Inga’s slightly open mouth, immediately sealing it with his kiss. They kissed passionately for a long time, exhaling smoke through their noses, which made their heads feel like fog. Then Andrey handed the cigarette to Inga, and she repeated the same operation with him. I do not know, maybe they were smoking weed at that moment, and they were completely unaware of what they were doing almost 3 meters from their spouses. But it wasn’t a simple game, their kiss was full of passion. Her hand with slender, elegant fingers rested on his back, her flawless red nails contrasting vividly against his white shirt. She snuggled up to him, Andrey leaned Inga against a small table and she tilted her head back, exposing her neck and chest, protruding from her open cleavage, to his kisses. The hem of her dress was pulled up in front and Andrei was kneading her between her legs, sometimes interrupting kisses and casting cursory glances at the balcony door: nevertheless, he was afraid that they might be caught. Her fingers were clutching at my husband’s white shirt, then loosening their grip, and all this was a couple of meters away from me, some kind of perverted performance was taking place on the other side of the glass. Finally, they stopped their games and stood back a little, taking turns finishing one cigarette between the two of them.They were talking about something, but I couldn’t hear their voices because the door was tightly closed. Inga tried to persuade my husband about something, to which he did not agree, casting wary glances at the door. But now she impressively pulled Andrey by the belt on his trousers and deftly unbuttoned it, then continued to unbutton the trousers themselves. Andrey shook his head, but did not interfere with her, only cautiously squinted at the balcony door. Meanwhile, she fished out his dignity (yes, and I hadn’t seen such a boner in a long time), squatted down and pushed a lock of long hair over her shoulder, took it into his mouth, immersing herself almost completely!… At that moment, I felt like I was electrocuted! I should have gone out to them right away, intervened, prevented, dragged this bitch by the hair, slapped them, kicked them out of the house, made a scandal… Instead, I just stood there, hiding, and watched them. And the strangest thing about this story is that I enjoyed doing it. I liked to spy on them. I was excited about it to the limit! I realized that my thighs have been rubbing against each other for a long time, and I’m all wet between my legs, it itches there with desire, my nipples are swollen to the point of pain that I wanted to rub them a little, squeeze them to relieve this itch a little. My hand slipped under the hem of my short skirt and somehow automatically ran over my panties, feeling at the same time that my whole palm was wet. I was even afraid that my period had started, but when I raised my palm to my eyes, I saw that my fingers were clean, the moisture on them was transparent.
I looked at the lovers as if mesmerized, and the indignation, the jealousy that rose from the depths of my soul, the pain and resentment, they somehow transformed into excitement and desire. I loved seeing what they were doing. Whatever you say, Inga was a very beautiful, statuesque woman, and it was nice to watch her pleasuring my husband, I was shaking from it and I was excited to the limit! When I felt like I was almost ready to cum, I realized that I was just shamelessly masturbating by the window, watching my husband cheat on me with my best friend. Pity still seeped out, and tears sprang from his eyes. I didn’t want to see it anymore and rushed into the shower, past Igor who was sleeping.
I stood in front of the mirror and looked at the reflection of my face, my eyes red from crying. And the pictures I saw flashed before my eyes and excited me more than ever. Now that I couldn’t see exactly what was going on there, I could speculate, fantasize. That was the last straw. I pulled up my skirt, sat on the edge of the toilet, and spreading my legs wide, drove myself into a frenzy, biting my lip to the point of pain so as not to moan out loud!
After the orgasm, apathy set in. Pulling down the hem, I went to continue clearing the table, my arms and thighs were sticky with self-satisfaction, my panties were wet, but I didn’t care. When I started washing the dishes, cheerful voices were heard in the room. I suddenly wanted to see how they would behave. I dried my hands with a towel and went into the room. Igor was awake, looking sleepy, and Andrey was holding out a glass to him. Inga was eating an orange with both cheeks (was she interrupting the smell of betrayal?). I even thought for a moment that I had imagined everything, everything looked so natural and harmless. But my husband’s shirt, carelessly tucked into the front of his trousers, showed signs of a crime. This meticulous man would never allow himself such carelessness, especially in the presence of guests!
That’s when it all started. That same evening, I hinted to my husband that we hadn’t had intimacy for a long time, and to my surprise, he didn’t deny it and pleaded fatigue, but took me right in the kitchen, first with cancer, near the sink with dirty dishes, and then on the kitchen countertop face to face.
And I didn’t mind at all taking him in and kissing his lips, after what I saw on the balcony, on the contrary, the realization of all this only increased my passion, and as a result, an orgasm, the second one this evening!
Of course, in the morning, the realization of all this came to a sober head, the gamut of feelings flashed through my head, I couldn’t get out of bed until almost lunch, pouring bitter tears and plotting against one or the other!
At lunch, I drank three glasses of cognac, the pain was slightly dulled. And in the evening, my husband finished me off, who called and said that he would be late at work, while I squeezed the phone so hard that I heard a crunch: the screen on my mobile cracked.
I immediately dialed Inga’s home number, but Igor answered, saying that Inga was late at work today, at some kind of seminar. This only confirmed my suspicions. I quickly packed up, put on my makeup somehow, and went to Igor’s place. Right from the doorway, in tears, I told him about everything I had seen on the balcony yesterday and about the fact that our halves were late at work today, although it was extremely rare for them. Igor’s face darkened and, after a moment’s thought, he said he knew where they might be. While he was getting dressed, I asked for a drink, and he poured me a hefty dose of cognac. While Igor was running around without a T-shirt and looking for something to wear, I stared at his bare torso, hairy chest (the complete opposite of my husband) and even allowed myself frivolous thoughts about him.
After 15 minutes, we were racing through the evening city, Igor was swearing at all the drivers, and I just fell into a stupor and surrendered to the power of alcohol, pleasantly spreading all over my body.
New building. An intercom system. An electronic key. Third floor. The clicks of a key in the lock. I stayed in the entrance. She got scared, and an enraged Igor broke into the apartment. Seconds later …
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