My friend's husband is my lover

My friend's husband is my lover
Photo is illustrative in nature. From open sources.

I want to write my ownconfession about how I have been sleeping with my husband for six yearsgirlfriends _

We met Karina 8 years ago. We were already married women, our sons were growing up. We met at work. When I arrived, the team consisted of only pensioners and Karina. We quickly became friends. It turned out that our sons were the same age, born a couple of months apart. We started going for walks with the children on weekends, and then we decided to transfer the children to one kindergarten so that someone would pick them up.

I saw Karina’s husband about a year into our friendship. He was a truck driver, tall, thin, in a word, ordinaryman _ It all started when myMy husband lost his job and started drinking. Not only money was no longer enough, but also basic male strength. I began to often ask Seryozha (friend's husband ) to help me, and he happily agreed.

One day I had to ask for help bringing my husband home. Seryozha started him up with difficulty, they put him to bed, I suggestedcoffee and sandwiches because I felt obliged. We sat and talked, test-antibiotic.com he kept saying: “Why are you living with him like this?” I answered that I love him, he is my husband. “Yes, any man would be glad to be your husband,” he said. I asked: “And you too?” He laughed and said that he was married, and that we are not in the east to have 5 wives, but to be loved by a man is another matter.

Then there was an awkward pause. Sergei fell silent, I was silent too. This supreme silence made my throat dry, no tea helped. I realized that I wanted him, but my conscience did not allow me to take the first step towards cheating on my husband. I didn't know what to do with myself. And then Sergei said that it was time for him to leave.

For a month I was not myself. What's wrong with me, why do I need all this? Is it worth itan affair with my friend’s husband and her ruined marriage? I knew in my head that it wasn’t, but in my heart...

A month later, Sergei called, said that we needed to talk, and made an appointment. I came, although I had doubts. He had flowers and confessed his love to test-antibiotic.com. I didn't know what to do, but I was happy.

Our first intimacy was in a rented apartment. We met there once a week, then more often, and so on for six years. Our sex is crazy, bright and intense. Maybe because the forbidden fruit is sweet? I have never experienced anything like this with my husband. Sergei says that hethe wife is like a log in bed. It’s quite possible - Karina is very shy and hates talking about intimate topics.

We continue to live with our families. My husband stopped drinking, Sergei left truck driving for my sake and found a job in the city. Karina gave birth to a daughter and is now on maternity leave. She trusts me, she allows her husband to spend the night at our house, so we hardly hide. My husband is leaving for his shift, Seryozha is coming to me.

Recently Karina told me that I am likesister _ She trusts me, as she would not trust herself or another friend with her husband, but she is confident in me. And I, like a monster, smiling in her face, and holding an ax behind test-antibiotic.com with my back. Although, maybe she guesses, but is everything okay with her?

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