The life of a lover. Why I Prefer Married Men: The Story of a Serial Mistress Stories of Women Who Know About Her Husband's Mistress

His words hit me more painfully than slaps, lighting bright spots of shame on my cheeks...

Ilona and I have been friends since childhood, lived in neighboring apartments. As teenagers, they ran on dates together, sometimes spying on guys, sharing their most intimate secrets and girlish experiences.

I can't bear to get married!

Of course, we both wanted to get married. But I kept waiting for the prince, I rarely decided on relationships with men, and with age I came to the conclusion that the prince was unlikely to appear on my life path.

Ilona, ​​on the other hand, easily fluttered from date to date, sometimes having affairs with two or even three gentlemen in society at once. She was not upset when another companion did not offer her a hand and heart, she quickly licked her heart wounds, and you see, she was already walking around with a new boyfriend.

Several years have passed…

The years have separated our vital interests. We studied at different universities, worked in different places, have not called each other for a long time, nodding from afar, to each other at rare meetings in society. And so Ilona invited me to the wedding. Her fiancé was as beautiful as a Greek god, tall and slender. Educated, polite, with a sense of humor. I had no idea where Ilona snatched off such a treasure, and only sighed furtively.

They made their love nest behind my wall...

The bride's parents moved to the son-in-law's living space, and the young began to make a nest behind my wall. At first, I blushed and turned pale when I ran into a friend's husband in an elevator or whatever.

At any time of the day, the sounds from Ilona's apartment made it clear that the loving nature and temperament of the young husband had no limits ..
Then I bought earplugs, and when I was awake, I used headphones, thinking that I wanted to learn foreign languages. Speakers in headphones broadcasted about the rules of grammar and pronunciation, and through their monologues and dialogues, Ilonka's groans and Oleg's satisfied roar broke through. It annoyed me more and more.

A friend asked me to seduce her husband...

I decided to move to another area and began to look for options. I was in no particular hurry, trying to be at home less. At work, this was reflected in the best way - I was promoted, my salary was increased, additional orders appeared. I tried to ignore the happiness of the neighbors and reduced communication with them to almost zero. But one day, Ilona asked me to visit and puzzled me with an incredible request.

Save me!

She was sent on a business trip for 3 months. A friend is a young scientist, business trips are an integral part of her work in certain areas of society. This time she was supposed to be away longer than usual.

And Ilona asked to seduce her husband. Clasping her palms like the Madonna on the iconostasis, she begged: “Zinulya, what is it to you? You're single now, and men are good for your health.
You see, the girls are constantly after Oleg, and the men are all males. Protect me please! Save me!!!" I refused, not knowing how to react to this. Ilona flew off to the excavations, Oleg stayed to wait for his young wife.

A month later, I saw this macho with some girl ...

They walked, embracing, the girl kissed the ladies' man on the fashionably unshaven cheek. I remembered the words of a friend: “If he leaves me, I will commit suicide! That you should sleep with him a few times until I get back? Another will take him away, but I trust you!”

In the evening I called Oleg, allegedly to fix the outlet. The outlet was in the bedroom. Candles were burning on the table, and a bottle of champagne was cooling in a bucket. He understood everything correctly, and we ended up in bed.

At first, I was shy, constrained and even fought back

Oleg chuckled, reassured me, stroked and persuaded. Then he was tired of empty fuss, and he took the initiative into his own hands. I thought it was stupid to pretend to be touchy, considering that I myself dragged the man into the house, and stopped resisting. I've never felt so good with a man. My brains vanished along with the remnants of my conscience, as soon as he took possession of me.

Happiness lasted ... 2 months

For 2 whole months I was ugly happy. From work, she rushed to herself as if on wings, her temples were pounding: “Oleg-Oleg-Oleg !!!” I tried to surprise him with everything: beauty, the ability to cook, comfort, caresses, pleasant conversations.

I bought erotic lingerie, arranged romantic dinners by candlelight, even went to learn pole dancing. There was no Pole in my bedroom, but I used the corner of the closet, along which I slid to the music. The words of love… whispered to me by a lover, obtained by agreement with a friend, were beautiful, like the whole world around.

Oleg never remembered his wife

I, too, drove thoughts of Ilona away from me. I refused to understand how my beloved could live with her. Can she be compared to me? It's the same night and day. Ilonka is a capricious bitch, walking, throwing herself under everyone who beckoned her with a finger. She had neither special beauty nor brilliant mental abilities.

She seduced the gullible guy, ringed, and - naturally - every day she was afraid that he would run away. Where, to whom? To the same huntress for her husband? No, Oleg was not lucky, that's all. He himself will understand this and leave her for me! I, and only I - the one that is destined for him by fate!

But Ilona is back...

She invited me to celebrate a family reunion, brought a bright scarf as a gift. I fantasized that the beloved would immediately confess to her that he could not live without me, get up, take my hand, and we would leave together.

However, Oleg and Ilona did not break away from each other, kissed and made love, not paying attention to my presence. I was at a loss and left their personal paradise, barely finished my cup of tea. From the moment Ilona's business trip ended, Oleg pretended that there was nothing between us. I waited for the guy on the stairs, but his eyes remained blank, as if he was looking not at me, but at the mailbox or the elevator call button.

I was kicked out of heaven...

I was in severe depression. I must have been really blown away because I didn't use contraception during the charity adultery mission.

The result was not slow to affect - the terms spoke of the seventh week. Oleg and Ilona had no children. I thought about whether Oleg would leave his wife if I told her about the pregnancy. I tossed between wanting to be with him and not wanting to ruin my best friend's marriage.

Although, to be honest, it’s not that I didn’t want to ruin their marriage in society - I wanted Oleg to break these chains himself, take the very step that would be decisive on the path to our happiness. Pride did not allow me to break into the door, behind which I was not expected.

Terrible toxicity...

Pregnancy was accompanied by severe toxicosis, and I didn’t even have anyone to give me a glass of water. In the mornings, I writhed over the sink, holding back the urge to vomit.

She swallowed medicines, did breathing exercises, trying not to lose consciousness. One day I got so sick that I didn't go to work. I called my boss and asked for 3 days at my own expense. I felt bad like never before. I thought that I didn’t want to bear this burden (alone, so today I’ll go to Oleg and dot all the i’s).

I’ll just rest a little, put myself in order, and then I’ll put the couple in front of the fact of imminent paternity. Ultimately, we are all involved in this story.

On the wall I got out to the loggia

... and dozed off in the fresh air, leaning against the partition between the balconies. Woke up talking to neighbors. Oleg and Ilona were discussing… me!

The man painted how I looked after him, pleasuring him in bed. His words hit me more painfully than slaps, lighting bright spots of shame on my cheeks: “Anxious nymphomaniac! The monkey who failed the Kama Sutra test! Life story about wife and mistress.

And she's so dumb, there's nothing to talk about with her. Brain like a chicken. Estimate - showed me a striptease! She wriggled in front of the wardrobe, waved her bra, wagged her ass worse than a novice prostitute.

Ilona laughed: “And I was so worried when I left you at her discretion! She refused to help me. She squeaked something about the inadmissibility of such intrigues, morality and the purity of her own thoughts.

Oleg suggested: “Probably she saw me with her sister. Zhanka is constantly begging for money when I get paid.

And you know how I feel about my sister, I can’t refuse her anything! Janet and I took a walk just in the evening, and immediately after that, Zinka showed up in a negligee, ready for anything.

I even got confused at first. She turned her face from me from the first day we met, and suddenly such a cool plot twist!” They started to mess around, and then I realized that they were making love. I sat neither alive nor dead, afraid to even breathe.

When they finished, Oleg said: “Next time, pick up a normal girl for me. This Zinka - creepy stuck, tired worse than ever. I didn't want sex after the first week.

I would watch football, and she turns on channels about the history of all times and peoples or some kind of symphony. I would move her so that she doesn’t dress up, a fucking intellectual.

When the couple had fun and left, I returned to my room. She lay in bed until night, sobbing into her pillow.
I believed every word of my lover, dreamed of a child. It turned out that his wife supplies him with girls, carefully choosing suitable candidates. The couple solves their problem brilliantly. Oleg is hypersexual. Ilona is making a career. They have mutual love. In order not to risk her health, the wife gives her girlfriends to her husband like rubber dolls.

I was mentally crushed...

I felt like a latrine where someone relieved themselves. The stress was so strong that I had a spontaneous miscarriage. In the hospital, I talked with one woman. She asked if she knew any grandmother to cause damage, so I wanted to take revenge on the offenders for what they had done to me.

The woman was outraged:

“And what did you hope for, spreading your legs in front of someone else's husband? It's all her own fault. She lusted for him herself, then took advantage of an obscene proposal, became pregnant, wanted to break up her family, violated all the laws of society - and everyone is bad, except for you?

They are husband and wife, as they agree among themselves, it's none of your business. Think about it: you will cause damage, and they are planning children. Do you want to destroy innocent souls too?

Before that, I was worn with my resentment, like a fool with a bright candy wrapper. But then I realized that the sufferer from the bunk opposite is absolutely right, revenge is not for me. After being discharged from the hospital, I agreed to the first available option for exchanging an apartment and moved to the other end of the city.

I got a good lesson. A person is not a thing; renting him without paying with himself will not work. I suffered so much, considering myself a vile traitor ... But in fact, I played a passing role in someone else's performance. I don't know when I'll be able to trust anyone else.

The psychologist says

Each couple solves the problem of preserving marriage in society in their own way. In the above case, the wife provides her husband with a forbidden service.

At the same time, spouses do not forget about their comfort and health, taking care of future offspring. Such a marriage, despite the unusual format, is the very fortress that no one will ever destroy.

It is necessary to deal with your own complexes, instead of stubbornly shifting the blame to your lover, refusing to believe all men in advance.

Vague and nothing but intuition, not confirmed suspicions of her own husband in adultery - this is one thing. But when a mistress is accidentally or deliberately calculated, or maybe even worse, she made herself felt (well, all these: "Hello, your husband and I love each other") - this is completely different. And then you no longer suspect, but you know, what kind of hairstyle does she have, are there dimples on her cheeks and in which exact place is she slimmer than you. And the saddest thing is that you will never "unsee" this.

The fact that many husbands quite often embark on amorous adventures has long been no secret to anyone. And this is a personal matter and the hard-won decision of each individual wife: to pretend that nothing is happening, and each time to win her man over again, or to cut all the ends and throw suitcases out of the windows at the first bell, signaling her husband's infidelity.

Those who choose the first option and try by all means to return their beloved and dear, but a man who has gone astray to the family, are not so few. And before these either heroic or insufficiently decisive (this is from which side to look) women usually also face such a dilemma: to find out all the ins and outs about their rival and then somehow live with it or fight with some ephemeral "or girl , or a vision, "which either was, or not ...


Some of those women who got husbands who are greedy for adultery scrupulously look for unfamiliar long dyed hairs on their spouses' sweaters, monitor their Internet correspondence, call unknown numbers from their mobile - in general, they do everything to detect and, if possible, neutralize "this bedding". Others prefer the game of three monkeys, who "see nothing and hear nothing," but in the meantime they are quietly digging into the husband's heart in order to take their former positions there.

Here are some real stories of women who had to win back their husbands from their mistresses and even get to know them.

Lyudmila, 34 years old:

“I found out that my husband has a girl on the side by accidentally finding their correspondence on Skype on his computer. He immediately realized that it was useless to deny ...

A girl 12 years younger wrote to him herself, a conversation began, and then Sergey fluffed his tail, seduced by the fact that such young people were looking at him, and let her also boast about her car, and muscles, and other personal belongings. Naturally, it is no longer virtual.

It was a fleeting romance that lasted three months along with correspondence. He repented: spring, they say, beguiled the devil! .. And with a real threat of divorce, voiced by me, of course, he chose a family and children. Three years have passed since then, and I can’t blame my husband for anything. And I don't remember that episode. And I’m quietly glad that I didn’t dig deeper, look for photos of this girl, find out the address, place of work and other details. If I knew how she looks in reality and in what she is better than me (and at least she could have written down her youth as a trump card), it would be much harder and more painful to forget. And so I imagine this Alesya just a rubber doll for sexual pleasures, and it’s easier and easier for me.

Inna, 29 years old:

“While I was giving birth and raising children on two decrees in a row, my husband had a very serious affair with another girl. I found out about this three years later. Then my youngest daughter was barely six months old, and I lost my breast milk from experiences ...

Despite the fact that it always seemed to me that we have an ideal family, my husband and I are gentle and attentive to each other, he loves children, wild things suddenly turned out. For example, that he changed his job to one where he needs to go on business trips every two weeks for several days in order to spend this time with his mistress in a neighboring town. That he has a separate phone for her calls and texts. That he pays her for a rented apartment and buys household appliances as a gift, while we can’t save up the first installment for housing construction ... And - I can’t remember this without tears at all - that he was not opposed to having a child with her, too, "because she really wanted to." And this is with our two, who are small, small, less!

In general, when all this turned out, the husband behaved absolutely inappropriately! He did not feel guilty at all and justified everything by the fact that he loved her almost as much as he loved me. And he can’t do anything about the fact that he needs both of us! .. It got to the point that he suggested that I take a ride into nature, talk, and he took me straight to her house in the hope that we would get to know each other, understand how good and he needs, and somehow reconcile with the existence of each other. Yeah, and we’ll write a schedule, who should sleep with him on what day, right?! ..

Her apartment turned out to be poor, she herself was taller than he was, and 10 kilograms fuller than me. A potato nose, faded eyes, burnt hair, lips in an evil thread. All three of us tried to calmly talk. The husband, having compared us so closely, seemed to come to his senses and back down: they say, if I am going to file for divorce, of course, he will part with Dasha. And then all of a sudden he went out into another room so that we ourselves could figure it out among ourselves. And at that moment I so wanted to tear out all the hair of this lady, who unceremoniously walked in dirty boots along the most expensive thing that I had in my life ... But then she began to cry. And I felt sorry for her. Such an ugly, useless, offended by life, it is not clear how she managed to fall in love with a strange man for a short time ... And suddenly I hugged her. And she sobbed herself ... I don’t know how long we stood like this with her, and then I just said that I didn’t hold a grudge against her, and ran away.

After that "consultation" my husband lost interest in her, returned to his previous job, spends all the time with me and with his family. And she won’t calm down (it’s not for nothing that I remember those thin evil lips so much): at first she sent letters to him, asked for help with repairing the computer ... Then she began to climb my pages on social networks and repeat everything after me: up to the ideas of photographs, copying mine hobbies, favorite music and more. For every family photo that I put up, he reacts by posting some statements on the network about wives-clues and "he will still be mine."

And you see, I can’t force myself not to check what she posted there on her page! I can't and that's it! On the one hand, I’m so calmer: I’m angry, I don’t calm down - it means that nothing has grown together with my husband. But on the other hand, every time I see her photo, I relive it all over again - and my heart is already in pain.

So, like this, it seems that she returned her husband to the family and forgave, but what he did is still very much alive in the soul and is still bleeding. Too much in this story I managed to learn the details and too much in front of the eyes of the visual series ... "

Alina, 36 years old:

“I took my husband back, after he left me for six months to his mistress. They didn’t succeed there, but I love him so much that I'd rather step over my pride than give up the opportunity to wake up next to him every morning again.

The problem is that I know the woman he was leaving for. This is our mutual friend, whom I periodically have to deal with at work. And it's terrible. And I don’t want to myself, but I constantly imagine how he kissed her, how she sat in our car on the same seat where I was, how he stroked her legs ... At one time at night, I couldn’t sleep at all from these thoughts, but how to fall asleep - be sure to dream of her face. It's kind of a nightmare! And I compare myself with her all the time: so that God forbid she does not surpass me in some way. Life is not suffering.

Guys, damn it, if you already have a mistress, make sure that your wife will NEVER find out who she is and what she looks like! Because even the very fact of betrayal is somehow erased from a woman’s head over time, but the opponent’s face will probably haunt her to the grave ... "

Many women believe that becoming the mistress of a married man is a promising, good idea. Especially if the chosen one is financially secure and good-looking. At first, it seems that being on the sidelines is more of an advantage than a disadvantage. In such a relationship there are no obligations, each meeting is like a holiday, and the beloved showers with gifts not only on his birthday. But this cannot go on forever, after a while the negative aspects become apparent. Some women try to get the most out of such a connection, and boldly move on, others become depressed, recognizing the hopelessness of the situation. In 95% of cases, romances with an unfree man are doomed to failure.

For every practicing psychologist, the problems of love relationships come first. Some clients are trying to save the marriage, others want to find the other half and do not know how. There is a separate category of people - so to speak, mistress-losers. Any woman who voluntarily agrees to a “second role”, as a rule, does not feel needed and happy for long. Only isolated cases, by the will of fate, have a happy ending (of course, not for the wife of a traitor). Men rarely leave the family, and thousands of real stories are proof of this.

Julia and Ilya

Julia desperately dreamed of a beautiful life, wanted to marry a wealthy person, live in love, luxury and happiness. She actively looked after herself, looked good, dressed well. She always enjoyed male attention, but did not agree to relationships with those who did not fit the parameters of the ideal. On her 27th birthday, Julia made a wish to finally meet the One. Just a few days later, her friends persuaded her to register on a dating site, where on the same evening a message from Ilya came in a chat. The questionnaire indicated: 33 years old, businessman, single, without bad habits. Looking through the photo, Julia caught herself thinking that they would be a very beautiful couple. Without hesitation, the girl replied to the message.

After 3 days of correspondence, Yulia agreed to a meeting. Ilya courted beautifully, gave expensive gifts, never came without flowers. They did not see each other as often as Yulia wanted. He constantly talked about the lack of free time due to the busy work schedule. The girl in love was beside herself with happiness and a month later she began to make plans for the future. At the same time, the potential groom never invited her home, did not support topics about marriage, family and children. A month later, Julia found out that the darling was married. She read a message from his wife when he was in the shower. After a devastating scandal, Ilya convinced her that his relationship with his wife had long gone wrong, and a divorce was coming in the near future.

3 years have passed. Julia remained a mistress, already resigned to this role. She realized long ago that the man of her dreams would not leave the family, would not leave her son, who had just turned 5 years old. She loved madly, so she endured everything. Ilya set a schedule of meetings, forbade him to call his mobile phone or come to work. At the same time, Julia did not know the lack of money, and, in his opinion, she should have been absolutely happy. The girl was on the verge of depression. At 30, she had no husband, no child, no decent job. If Ilya leaves, she will become nothing. All attempts by other men to win Yulia's heart ended in her firm refusal. She knew she was making a mistake, but her heart took precedence over her mind.

Their connection continues to this day. Julia will remain a mistress until Ilya gets enough of this relationship. Unfortunately, the couple does not have a joint future. If a man has not made any attempts to change anything for so long, then he does not need it.

Katya and Andrey

Katya is a 24-year-old beautiful girl who dreams of building a career and getting married no sooner than in 10 years. Andrei is a 40-year-old respectable man who owns a large consulting firm and is married. Their paths crossed when Katya was looking for a job, and Andrei fired his secretary. The story is banal, but after a few months of joint activity, they had an affair. The girl knew that her lover was married, while she wanted to get the most out of this relationship. Andrei promised a promotion and assistance in obtaining a second higher education. Katya often heard stories of married men's mistresses, but was skeptical about the warnings of deceived women. She's not like that and not in love without memory.

Once Andrey rented a hotel room, where Katya arrived at the appointed time. She waited for him all night, but he never showed up. In the morning it turned out that his wife was ill, and halfway to the hotel, Andrei turned the car towards the house. This was the first time that Katya felt a pinch in her chest. She wanted to sob and scream, reproaching the man that his wife was more important to him. But such behavior did not fit into the image of an “exemplary” lover, so she swallowed the insult, trying not to fall into hysterics. That moment was a turning point for the girl. All the holidays spent alone, the inability to write to your beloved “Good night” or wake up with him in the same bed in the morning, hurt to the core. She regretted a thousand times that she got involved in this adventure, but she could not give up her feelings.

Katya really wanted to call Andrei to a frank conversation, declare her love and find out his attitude towards her. She hoped for reciprocity, but at the same time she was afraid that such pressure would force the man to break off contact with her. The girl found a compromise - to write a letter. That way he doesn't have to make a quick decision.

Having written a confession, Katya did not think of anything better than to leave a letter in an envelope on the desktop. By an absurd accident, while lingering in the office, Andrey grabbed him along with his work mail and took him home. So the wife read the revelations of her mistress. The very next day, Katya became unemployed, and an entry appeared in the work book about dismissal due to incompetence. A few days later, she left for another city, where she started everything from scratch, and never saw Andrey again. To survive what happened, the girl was forced to turn to a psychotherapist.

Disadvantages of mistress status

If the advantages of relationships with married partners are obvious: financial security, lack of obligations, passion and adrenaline, the chance to simultaneously look for a permanent life partner (though not always), then few people think about the minuses. The mistress will feel happy exactly as long as her requirements do not become higher than the capabilities of the chosen one. And we are not talking about material values. The vast majority of women “on the sidelines” are unhappy for several reasons:

1. A mistress is not the only and not the main person in the life of a married man, his wife and children will always come first for him.
2. Lovers are forced to constantly hide, so you don’t even have to stutter about joint trips to the cinema, cafes, restaurants and theaters.
3. It is impossible to openly get acquainted with the friends of a loved one or introduce him to your loved ones - at least this novel will be discussed and condemned.
4. The mistress must obey the man, because it is he who sets the days, time and duration of the meetings.
5. A “it's just sex” relationship runs the risk of developing into something more, which, in the end, will break your heart and may end in depression.

There are many sad stories on the Web on behalf of lovers who have never been able to find happiness. Perhaps 9 out of 10 homeowners who had such connections end up out of work. Of course, stories in the style of “My love story: he left the family and became my husband” also occur, but this alignment of events should be considered an exception to the rule.

When a woman agrees to become a mistress, she must understand that she will not be able to completely master her chosen one. He will always be torn between family and passion on the side, more often giving preference to stability and homeliness. Dreams that a loved one will leave his wife, give up children and make a marriage proposal - in most cases, remain dreams. Live in the present, soberly assess the prospects for the future and do not build castles in the air where they cannot be.

I had two of them: a wife and a mistress. The wife put her hair in a ponytail so that it would not get into the eyes, into the plates, into the faces of the children. At home, she wore soft sweatpants and a loose-fitting T-shirt, in which it is convenient to stand by the stove, wash things and wipe the floors.

Only on holidays, the wife put on a smart blouse, a skirt, put large earrings in her ears, bracelets on her wrists, took the children and went to some festivals. Without me. I did not like such events and got tired during the working week. Well, or maybe not as tired as it served as an excuse for the family. After seeing them off, I still found strength and went to her, to my mistress. Yes, I cheated on my wife!

The mistress let her hair down over her shoulders. They didn't bother her, and they didn't bother anyone. She had no children, no special household either. At home, she went around in an elegant open dressing gown, and more often just in lace underwear (when you live alone, you can easily afford it). And yet, she was never in a hurry to get anywhere. Nobody and nothing distracted her (neither family, nor children, nor old parents, nor laundry-cooking) from me.

The wife was one of those who put cucumbers and tomatoes in jars. One hundred cans for the summer. Because without them, I do not sit down at the table. She is one of those who skillfully sculpts dumplings, dumplings with cherries, hundreds during the winter, because I love them; And yes, you have to feed your family.

With my mistress, at lunchtime, we often visit some "Sushiya". She loves all this "exotic". And I, next to her, learned to wield wands. Sometimes you can.

When I met my mistress and cheated on my wife for the first time, the family had already become a burden to me. It seemed to me that my wife was worried about only one question: when would the salary be. Children always need something: either they have grown out of shoes, or they are dumped on something again at school ...

My mistress gave me gifts (every little thing, but pleasant), which I hid from my wife in the pantry with tools. Or some of the cool stationery, you can always say, in which case, that they bought the whole office. I also gave her gifts. She liked to choose them herself.

The wife got a little fat after giving birth, the figure is, of course, not the same. I began to pick up things for myself that are less tight-fitting, I have a complex.
The mistress, although she did not torture herself with exercise equipment, but the absence of childbirth and good nutrition, allowed her to remain as slim as she was at twenty-five. It was not a shame to bring this to friends.

Friends are accustomed to my double life. They took me in with their mistress, but with more pleasure, asking for dumplings, a fur coat, Russian olives to my family ... Few of them were lucky with good housewives. And leaving our house, they always kissed my wife's hands and shrugged their shoulders at me in surprise (and what else does a peasant need?).

At such moments, I was very proud of my family in front of them, my cozy, clean home and smart (in which circles my wife dragged them), beautiful (all blond, large) children and my wife (so hospitable and charming).

Time goes fast. My quality of life hasn't changed much. Only, perhaps, the mistress has become as close as the wife. Some awkwardness turned into habits. And I realized that I was already afraid of losing her. I never confessed my love to her and did not promise to go to her (I immediately warned that I would not leave my family), but now I began to tell her about supposed feelings, because jealousy appeared ...

Thoughts that I might lose my wife never visited me. She seemed to me a part of myself, my leg, hand, kidney ... And she never gave me a reason to think about it.

One day, the wife found out about the existence of a mistress. There was a choice before me. In fact, to be completely honest, I no longer had a choice. I just could still try to fight for one of them. But it was at that moment that I realized how alone I had been all this time.

I had two of them: a wife and a mistress. A wife with whom it was comfortable and warm, like with my mother. A mistress who flattered my vanity (I am a man "anywhere"). I changed both...

All these years, there was no woman next to me whom I would like to surprise every day with some incredible deeds, movements of the soul. For the sake of which I would like to become even better, to achieve even more. Just to be proud and admire me.

For all these years, not one of the women hugged me gently from the back, did not cling to my neck when I was feeling bad, did not whisper that I was the best, that everything would be fine ... No one felt my fear, did not notice my fatigue, my restlessness …

Who is to blame for this? Who?

I had two of them, but I didn’t have one single one - beloved and ... loving.

In life, it happens that a married man starts a relationship on the side. Wife and mistress - two rivals in the same stream of relationships. In such a love triangle, unbridled passions and emotions often boil. Each of the women wants to keep a man near her and fights for his attention in all ways available to her. So, the confession of a married man begins:

My wife always rolled a lot of pickles, which I love so much. At least a hundred cans per season - cucumbers, tomatoes, peppers, plums with a stone. Without all this, I will never sit down for lunch or dinner. She also skillfully sculpts dumplings with potatoes and dumplings, in winter they are eaten by the hundreds. And yes, I love them. In addition, it is more convenient for her - she stuck / dashed off and has something to feed her family.

When friends came to visit, they ate my wife's dumplings with delicious homemade sauce. Not all of them were lucky with economic wives. Leaving my house, they shrugged their shoulders in bewilderment - "and what does he lack?".

At such moments, I felt unrealistic pride that I have a family, such a skilled wife and obedient children. I was wildly proud of a cozy clean house with a very tasty aroma in the kitchen and living room, a good-natured and hospitable wife - she is always glad to see my friends.

Thoughts that I could lose my wife, I did not even have. She was like a part of me - a liver, a kidney, one arm or leg. That which is inalienable. And my wife never convinced me otherwise. She recovered greatly after the second birth. Tight dresses and skirts gradually disappeared from her wardrobe, and fashionable, but spacious things appeared. She complexed about her fullness. She didn't have time to go to the gym.

He constantly puts his long hair in a bun, because they get into his eyes, crumble into food, and the children, playing, pull on them. She prefers to move around the house in gray sweatpants and a wide, overshoe-like T-shirt - in such clothes it is convenient to do household chores: clean, wash things, cook.

Only on major holidays does the wife transform into a kind of girl I once fell in love with - she puts on a beautiful dress, large earrings, bracelets and rings on her hands, and perfumes herself with awesome perfume. But not for me. All her attention was always riveted to the children. She dressed up like this and went with them to exhibitions, to the theater, to competitions. Without me.

I am categorically against such a pastime, and at work I get tired like a horse (or horse). Or maybe I'm not really tired? Maybe it was easier for me to abandon the hated campaign?

They were a burden to me. My wife only said that about my salary, it seemed that she no longer had any interests. Children constantly want something too: either a new phone, or the shoes have become small, or the school again needs to take money for the next repair. Something suddenly broke inside. I needed to change something. Hey, im changing.

As soon as the door slammed behind my family, I immediately rushed to her ... beloved, to the baby, to my mistress. She always walked around the house with loose curls that did not interfere with her at all. She doesn’t have children either ... The open light robe did not hide her body, and sometimes she walked around in luxurious underwear. And never, NEVER (!) Was in a hurry. There was no one and nothing that could distract her from me.

My mistress regularly gave me gifts, small, trinkets, but extremely pleasant. All this I safely hid in a closet, away from the eyes of my wife. Sometimes my mistress presented me with cool stationery, then they were presented to my wife as another gift at work or "purchase for the whole office."

I also gave gifts to my daughter. mistress. She loved to choose herself and I really liked it. She bought perfume, new lipstick, underwear or stockings and then showed me all this on herself. I felt like a sultan whose attention a beautiful concubine wants to earn. She made me feel that way.

We would constantly have lunch or dinner (on the rare evenings free from my family) at a restaurant or sushi bar. She just loves this Asian exotic, and I'm still trying to learn how to eat with chopsticks. Sometimes you can afford it.

The mistress was perfect. She also did not exhaust herself with sports, however, she did not give birth and had a good and regular diet. She was as slim and beautiful as she was in her 20s. For quite a long time and confidently, I cheated on my wife. With such a girl it was not a shame to appear in the company of friends who received us with great pleasure. The meetings were always lively, they laughed and joked merrily, discussed various topics - she is just the perfect interlocutor for them, this is noticeable from the outside, and is undoubtedly a plus.

So time flew by and nothing significantly changed in my life. As soon as the mistress became even closer, almost like a wife, some awkwardness was erased and became simple habits. Suddenly I realized that I was terribly afraid of losing her. She never heard from me oaths and assurances that I would leave my family, wife, children. I didn't promise her to get married and have a baby. It was more than just a passion. I experienced some incomprehensible feeling, similar to jealousy, but at the same time something else.

My wife found out about the existence of another woman in my life. About mistress. I was given a choice. However, to be honest, I don't have a choice. Yes, I could easily compete for one of them. But suddenly an insight descended on me - and after all, I had been alone all this time, and I was just confused. I have had two of them for a long time:

• a lover who made me feel like an alpha male, macho, a man anywhere;
• wife, with whom I, as with my mother, are warm and comfortable.

All the years next to me there was not that one, MY woman whom I would like to constantly surprise, please with non-standard actions, make her nice amenities and grandiose surprises. The one for which I would strive to reach great heights in any area of ​​my life, and not be an office plankton. If only she admired me, was unrealistically proud ...

For all the flying years of family and unfaithful life, neither my wife nor my mistress hugged me from the back, gently, affectionately, did not cling to my head when I was very ill, did not whisper in my ear that everything would pass, get better, I am the best ... None of my women saw my restlessness, my wild fatigue, could not feel my fear ... Who is to blame for this? Whom?!