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My story began not so long ago. I met my future husband a few years ago. I was 20 years old, he was 23. It was love at first sight. We met a week, he made an offer, We got married, we had a daughter. I’ll make a reservation that he is a wonderful family man. a caring father, he loves me, but very rarely expresses it emotionally. After giving birth, we have less intimacy, the child is small, and I did not look the best to put it mildly. So it didn’t seem like a bad life. We have a family friend, if possible so to call him, More precisely, this is her husband's best friend. I often visited us, but apart from hello, how are things, our communication was no different. He worked in another city. It all happened at the beginning of last year, having moved back, he began to appear at our guests quite often. I never looked at him as a man. He is not handsome, my husband is much more attractive, I never liked the way of life our friend (Sasha), how he communicates with girls. And then something happened that was inexplicable for me. I was lying with the child in the hospital and here it was the day of discharge and my husband could not come to pick us up, he asked Sasha to come. Sasha took us home, helped to bring the bag, and closing the door I caught his gaze, not understandable and strange to me. After that we rarely saw each other, but I began to look at him as a woman at a man, and not as a friend at a friend. But everything quickly passed and I forgot about it until the next meeting. Summer came and Sasha invited me and her husband for a walk, we went to the bar, sat chatting nicely and went to our house at home, the gatherings continued with jam and tea, we chatted, laughed. The husband went to bed, Sasha and I sat in the kitchen and continued talking We always shared with each other problems, victories to everyone. After talking all night, we finally went to bed. In the morning my husband went to work. I woke up, my daughter was still asleep, I went to wake up Sasha. With the words of a freak, wake up, I began to wake him up, waking up and saying that I was a terrible person, Sasha grabbed my leg and threw me onto the bed and hugged me. I'm in shock, because I didn't expect this, - your heart is beating hard, he said. It beats from the fact that I'm in shock. what are you doing ??
I just want to hug you ...I got up and went to make coffee. Sasha came, we sat down to drink coffee. He - I was something completely wrong, I'm sorry I don't know what came over me. I say yes, I forgot everything is fine. After that we did not see each other for about 2 weeks. Then Sasha came to visit us and we again found ourselves in an embrace ... and this went on for quite a long time for about a month, we hugged, chatted, it was
about
without kisses, without intimacy. We joked with him and said that it was very strange. The next month, at the next moment of our embrace, he kissed me ... and probably this is how it all began. My husband did not have an intimate life. And Sasha is different he
gentle, affectionate, caring. We could not sleep for a long time, as soon as it came to this, he could not, then I. We felt that we were betraying a loved one, but we were drawn to each other. And it still happened. We were good together and in at the same time, I felt very bad from the fact that I was cheating on my husband, that I betrayed him. I was looking for an excuse
that my husband can cheat on me too. There were reasons to think so ... and I just didn’t have enough affection and care from him, and endless conversations on this topic did not give any results ... So 6 months passed. Sasha and I were like schoolchildren in love hid in the corners. He never said that he loved me. But I felt that he had some feelings for me. Affectionately called me a little girl. We agreed that when our obsession ends, we will all equally communicate. But after my birthday, he did not come to the meeting. and for 2 months now he does not answer calls, letters. We stopped communicating. I call him, he does not pick up the phone, And my mind became clouded, I became obsessed with him. I call, I write I ask him to simply explain the reason for leaving, why didn’t explain anything, he just disappeared. I understand that we cannot be together. Because I will never destroy the family, the child must have a father. I understand that I acted with my husband like the last woman, that I betrayed him, although he doesn’t know anything, but I’m disgusted by all this. I don’t know why I continue to write to Sasha because he’s everything -equally does not answer. So disgusting in my soul, I really want to be healed from this addiction, but I can't constantly think about it, about what happened, sorting out that day before it disappeared every minute, second, remember every word why did he do this ... Everything is aggravated by the fact that I communicate very well with his mother, and of course I am interested in how Sasha is there. Sasha stopped communicating with many people, went headlong into business. He told her that he was in a relationship. Like him throw it out of the heart, get sick, forget not to write and call into emptiness ... Knowing himself, if he came and said everything straightforwardly, I would not call, I would not write to him and we just quietly parted, time would pass and we would become communicate as before when they were just friends, and without saying anything or explaining ... it's a shame that people to do so.
Sorry for the confusion of the text, it's just really mess in my head, it seems to me that my mind went to a psychiatric hospital
The search for the ideal man is sometimes conducted by us against all the rules in forbidden territories. What happens when our men's best friends come into view?
Rarely does a man appear alone in our life. We will talk about the scattering of socks and the crowd of close relatives, whose names and patronymics cannot be pronounced even by people with speech therapy education, we will talk sometime later. His Friends stand apart from all these troubles. Whether we want it or not (as a rule, the second option), but to communicate with these womanizers, losers, arrogant - to insert the right word - will have to regularly and, if possible, politely. You will find an approach to them, and you can consider that it's in the bag. A series of approving remarks "She is cool with you" and "I would have such a wife" - and your gentleman, without noticing it, will begin to whistle Mendelssohn's march. In a word, all these Toliks, Gariki and Zhenya can play an important role in your life. Or maybe more than one ...
Friendship imp
Sleeping with your boyfriend's friend (in the sense of “just having sex,” that is, to go haywire and return to their original positions: he is a friend, you are a beloved woman) is, of course, utter rudeness, even by female standards. And in "adult" life, this is not very common. In adolescence - easily, drunk or caught by a hot hand. Variants of "checks", "setups", "revenge" and other stupid boyish fun are also probably passed by many. But you and I seem to be understanding and serious people. That is why when an affair with your best friend happens, he is doomed to be serious.
If you have a regular man who can accidentally read this article, it is better to close this page as soon as possible, in no case link to it on your personal blog and rub your visit log. In general, in any legal way, do not let him know what I am about to say, otherwise he will be very upset. The fact is that if you are inexorably beginning to be drawn to his best friend and this craving is by all indications mutual, then you and him will be together with an enormous degree of probability. And you will be happy. After all, in order for the unshakable stronghold called Men's Friendship, which is harder than diamond and more transparent than a baby's tears, to flinch, there must be respectful reasons.
Natural selection
Putting it in the official language of marketers, the main competitive advantage of the Best Friend is that, as a rule, he really does not think about anything like that. After all, as it usually happens. You, trying to get into the credibility of the male company of your boyfriend and earn the definition of "cool", shine with wit, liberal views and culinary talents. A friend who is not particularly happy about your appearance on the horizon (they used to have hockey on Saturdays, and now you have a subscription to the conservatory), on the contrary, behaves naturally - he complains about his superiors, does not ask permission to smoke, without unnecessary curtsies scolds your borscht. As a result, you get a rare chance to see a man who is not in a state of active courtship, when, for the sake of throwing dust in his eyes, he is ready to pretend to be Abramovich, but as he really is. So, everything is clear with you: if you succumbed to charm, it is not by chance, but being in a sober mind and a solid memory. That is, the option with optical illusion and subsequent disappointment, which, as practice shows, destroys most relationships, you clearly do not threaten. The friend will have to approach this issue with even greater awareness. That "male friendship is sacred", for sure, everyone knows. Somehow it happened so: while the girls gossip, intrigue and quarrel over the skirt they both like, the boys are friends. Strong and real, as the musketeers and midshipmen bequeathed. So if the defendant decides to encroach on a friend's woman, then only when he is absolutely sure: you are "The Same". Add to this an increased degree of attraction (there is no need to remind about the taste of forbidden fruits), and the intensity of passions will be such that the explosion of an atomic bomb will seem to you like a cheerful fireworks display with crackers, and the picture will finally become clear. And you can choose what to do: admire, recoil in horror, or leave your autograph on it.
Lena, 24 years old : “I was born and raised in Samara, and I met Sasha when he came to our city on a business trip. For half a year, the gentleman ran to me almost every weekend, and then said: “That's it, it can't go on like this. I'm taking you to Moscow. " And I ended up in an unfamiliar city, which even a year later did not become closer and more understandable to me.
The first person I met in a new place was Vanya - Sashkin's childhood friend. It was he who met us at the airport, and then helped me to unpack my suitcases: Sasha was urgently called to work that day. Compared to the rest of his friends, dressed up, talkative and incredibly pretentious, he looked the most adequate. Sashka considered him an eccentric and simpleton, but they had been friends since school days. Sasha was incredibly happy that we quickly found a common language, and took the manner of asking a friend to go to the cinema with me, or just take a walk. At first it seemed strange to me: I live with Sanya, cook food for him, have sex with him, and I have heart-to-heart conversations with his best friend.
The decision to part with Sasha matured in me thanks to Vanya. No, the romance did not happen, although there was obviously some chemistry between us. The thing is, this guy has become something of a litmus test. Observing how Vanya treats me, I realized what I was missing in Sasha: he turned out, to put it mildly, not the kind of person with whom I could live happily ever after. Restaurants, shopping, parties - it was, of course, great. But behind all this tinsel, I did not see a person with whom I could just walk in the park or lie in front of the TV in the evening. I lacked trust and warmth. That which I appreciated so much in our relationship with Vanya. The only thing left was to wonder why Sasha himself suggested that I move to him, since he did not recognize a serious relationship. "
Irina, 29 years old : “For three years we worked with Yegor in the same office, but we were never friends. Nevertheless, they communicated quite often. Almost in every of our conversations, Bes appeared - according to his passport, Zhenya is Yegor's best friend, and also an underground rock musician and producer. I can't say that I dreamed of meeting him, but as soon as I was at the concert, I literally blew my roof off: I didn't hear the music, but just looked at the man standing on the stage. And I thought: "I want him." "Do not even dream! - noticed Yegor. - Bes has a wife and two children. What girls didn’t hang on him, he didn’t react to anyone ”. After the concert, the whole crowd filled up with Bes to visit - drank, sang, danced. And all this time I felt his gaze on me, from which I was pierced by an electric discharge. Then everyone began to go home, but before I had time to catch the car, I received an sms from an unfamiliar number: “Come back.” For three summer months, while the Bes family was at the dacha, our romance raged. During this time, it seems, my blood composition has changed due to the abundance of endorphins. I, like a drug addict, came to him for a dose of intimacy and each time I left hungry. It was too good to end ...
Egor, with whom we met at work, pretended that nothing was happening. Only once, when I smoked a pack of cigarettes while waiting for the call, he came up and said: "If you need me, you have me." At that moment, I did not attach importance to his words ... But at the end of August, Bes demanded that I no longer call him: his family was returning. I did not know what to do, where to run ... And I ran to Yegor. I didn't have to explain anything, and I realized that I had no one closer to him. Until the morning I bellowed on Yegor's shoulder: we were sitting on the bed embracing, and I flooded his T-shirt with tears.
At night he nursed me, and during the day he saw Bes - he was in a fever no less, and Yegor had to work on two fronts. I don't know how it happened, but I almost settled with Yegor. In the morning we went to work together, in the evening to the grocery store and back home. For two whole months we slept in the same bed, and there was nothing between us. When one morning I felt his hand on my chest, I asked: "Why now?" - “You finally stopped sobbing in your sleep,” - answered Yegor.
Bes was the only one of Yegor's friends who did not come to our wedding. I don't know what exactly happened between them, but they ceased to exist for each other. “I made you an offer on the day when I realized that I was ready to erase it from my life,” said Yegor when I asked if he regretted losing his friend.
Sveta, 25 years old: “I would like to say that Pasha and I fell in love with each other at first sight. But this is not the case. There were New Year's holidays, which we celebrated with a large company in the country. Igor and I, my boyfriend, were invited by the owners of the house, and Igor took Pashka with him. They rarely appeared anywhere without each other. At first I laughed at this, but over time I realized that the bond that binds them is incredibly strong. Parents of Igor and Pasha were friends from school, the boys also studied in the same class, and then entered the Suvorov school as a couple. In general, Igor trusted his friend one hundred percent ... Because of the exams at the institute, which were supposed to start from day to day, I had to get out of the country before the rest. Pashka also had some business in the city, so we left together. Usually he accompanied me to the door and immediately called Igor to report that he had delivered me safe and sound. But this time it turned out differently. Trying to find out who took the first step, crossed the line, is a thankless task. And judging by how quickly the kisses moved into a more active phase, the desire turned out to be mutual. During the hour that we spent together, not a single word was said. As soon as Pasha left, and he did it also silently, a wave of horror swept over me. I don't know why, but I was sure that he would tell Igor about everything. But three days passed, a week - Igor behaved as if nothing had happened. Pasha, too, only tried to meet my eyes less often. I was constantly in incredible tension. And when two weeks later Pasha reappeared on the threshold of my apartment, I realized that I was waiting for him.
We met in secret for six months. We got stuck in this story and were unable to extricate ourselves from it. We both betrayed the person we loved. And they were ready to betray him again and again, just to be together. Finally Pasha told Igor about everything, to which he received an answer: “Thank you for your honesty, but from today you died for me”. To this day I cannot forget Pashka's glazed glare with pain when he told me about this ... The second blow was more unexpected and even more painful. Parents, having learned that we are now together, kicked him out of the house. "I never thought that my son would grow up to be a traitor!" - Pashin's mother shouted while he was collecting things. And yet our story ended with a happy ending. More precisely, it did not end, but still continues - this is happiness. Yes, we live in a rented apartment, which is more like a closet in size. Yes, most of our friends took Igor's side and stopped communicating with us. Yes, it will take a long time for the relationship with the parents to normalize. But I am sure that we have this time. "
It looks like I was worried for a reason. They all returned, flushed and happy. Both my wife and my friends are men. In general, my wife's T-shirt is already short, it is lifted up to the navel, and it looks like she really liked it.
I am a husband, I remembered for a long time how my wife, with me and with friends, went fishing. That still fishing, I did it with friends. All anglers are fishing. Only fish, we didn't catch then ...
My minibus was old then. The beetle was called. Here we are with friends, on this beetle, almost every weekend, and went fishing. My wife was apparently tired of my constant absence and she decided to go fishing with me and with my friends. See what we guys are doing there.
Only when we completely arrived at the place of our beloved deserted, I understood how I got there, large. I understood immediately. Because upon arrival, the wife said that she had forgotten the swimsuit at home. And not only a swimsuit, but all other things are their own. I prepared a bag with things and forgot - a fool.
Well, do not come back a hundred kilometers because of his wife. Come on, I say. Sunbathe in your panties. We are all adults. Women in shorts have not seen - or what ...
So I - says the wife - put on a tracksuit on my naked body straight. I thought to put on a swimsuit on the spot. And that's how it happened. We'll have to walk around in a T-shirt for now. In sports pants, I'm worn out already. And my wife took off her pants. But in vain. She had a T-shirt, only to the middle of her naked round ass. And for this reason, our fishing began to end.
Especially when the wife bent over, innocently, by the fire. There, such a goldfish peeped out from under a T-shirt that my friends, eyes like crayfish, crawled out of their sockets. And the peasants, only now, were staring at my wife, hoping, apparently, another one more time, to look at this fish.
This fish, peeping out from under the T-shirt and in front of his wife often and this dark triangle, put a bold cross on our fishing trip with friends. My friends, amicably rushed to my wife to help manage the campfire. Friends to me too. Traded fishing for a woman without panties. At least they caught it in the ear - such bastards.
And soon, my friends went to the woods, to help my wife half naked, to collect firewood. They went, and I was left like an idiot to fish. What else could I do? He himself brought his wife fishing. Who could have known that everything would turn out this way.
My friends, my wife and I spent an hour collecting firewood. I already started to worry. What if they are such bastards, they will start collecting firewood from my wife under a T-shirt. What then? A??? There are no cowards on it.
It looks like I was worried for a reason. They all returned, flushed and happy. Both my wife and my friends are men. In general, my wife's T-shirt is already short, it is lifted to the navel and she seems to like it unrealistically. Still, what woman does not like being the center of attention from men. And all the attention of my friends, only on the charms of my wife was directed.
It all ended with the fact that the wife, flushed by the increased male attention, took off her T-shirt and remained in front of us as men, in which the mother gave birth. And I'll tell you, never before has my wife looked so tempting as on that fishing trip. I soon dragged it into the woods myself, supposedly to collect firewood.
And he even resigned himself to the fact that my wife, in front of us peasants, was walking around naked. But, on a fishing trip with friends, I will no longer take my wife, no matter how my friends ask me.
Or maybe? Who knows? There is something unusual in this that may be worth thinking about ... Only I wonder what it was in the woods, my wife, a lecher, did with my friends without underwear. This little thought is petty and now does not give me peace. Then they almost did not collect firewood in an hour. And my friends and I did not catch fish then. Why did it happen. Maybe my wife is not as stupid as I thought at first. And it's not for nothing that she forgot her panties and things at home. And the guys? Maybe I'm a fool myself !!!?
