I decided to leave work early. My boss, of course, grumbled, but I told him that my pipe had burst and I needed to go urgently. But in reality, I just wanted to go to the dacha. Marina left last week, saying that I needed to pick raspberries and currants. Well, I was glad to have a little rest alone. I bought some cold beer and shashlik on the way. I drive up to my plot, and at the gate is Lyokha's car, my neighbor. Well, I think, cool, I'll pop in to see him, maybe we'll have a beer. Our gate doesn't creak, I treated it with oil a week ago. I enter quietly, and from the open window of our house there are strange sounds. Not exactly screams, more like groans. Marina's voice was always quiet, but here... somehow loud. And Lyokhin's laughter. So rude, so smug. I froze. My heart immediately sank into my heels, and then hit my head. I sneak up to the window, through a crack between the curtains. And... I was stunned. They're right on our couch, the one I dragged from my parents' old dacha last spring. Marina is on her knees in front of him. And he's standing there, his hand in her hair. And she... fuck... sucks him. So actively, smacking her lips, all in the process. And Lyokha just groans and nudges her head. He tells her: "Yes, Marin, that's it, swallow it whole, my whore." Everything went dark before my eyes. I leaned against the wall to keep from falling. My hands started shaking. This picture... my wife... my Lyokha... We went mushroom picking together, drank vodka! And here he is... She cuckolded me, the bitch, right like that, on our own couch. I couldn't tear myself away. I stood there, watching her lips stretched around his cock. His dick wasn't small, I noticed it right away, as if I'd cut myself with a knife. She licked it all, touched his balls with her hands. And she was all red, excited, I hadn't seen that from her for a long time. Then Lyokha pushed her onto the sofa and spread her legs. She didn't even resist, but spread them wider, right towards him. She said: "Come on, Yegor, come on already, it's hot..." I shuddered. She was calling him by his name, damn it. So it wasn't the first time. And he slammed it into her. Right away, without any preludes. He entered her, and she screamed – obviously from pleasure. He fucked her hard, all sweaty, the sofa creaked under them. And she wriggled under him, her arms thrown up, her eyes closed, screaming: “Yes! Yes! Yegor, like this! Fuck me harder!” I was no longer standing, but sitting under the window, slid down the wall. I unbuttoned my pants, took out my dick. And started jerking off. I didn't understand why. Was I jealous? Angry? Yeah, fucking hell. But it was so obscene, so dirty... I couldn't stop. I heard every sound they made, every slap of his body against hers. He turned her over onto her stomach, lifted her bottom, and entered from behind. He pounded her hard, as if he was taking revenge for something. And she only moaned into the pillow and offered herself even more. I saw her bare breasts bukvoeb.run shaking with each of his thrusts. I saw how he held her hips, his fingers digging into her skin. Then he moaned, "I'm going to cum now!" She responded, "Cum inside me, please! I want it!" And he pressed her even harder, shook all over and moaned. I imagined his sperm filling her. It finished me off. I came too, sitting under my own window, in the dirt, watching my wife being fucked by another man. They then lay there and smoked. You could hear the lighter clicking. I stood up, buttoned up. I went into the house. They didn't hear me right away. When Lyokha saw me, he even dropped his cigarette. Marina screamed and grabbed the sheet. I didn't say anything. I just looked at them. At her out-of-breath face, at his cock, which hadn't quite gone limp yet. It smelled of sex and sweat. It smelled of betrayal and treason. He turned around and left. He just got in the car and drove away. And they stayed there.