Her diary.
My husband was acting very strange tonight. We agreed to have dinner at our favorite restaurant. I was shopping with my girlfriends all day, and I was a little late to the restaurant, and I thought that was what upset him. The conversation was not going well, and I suggested that we move to a quieter place so that we could talk quietly. He agreed, but did not become more talkative from this. I asked him what happened and he said nothing happened. I asked him if it was my fault that he was upset. He said that he was not at all upset, that it was not my fault, and that there was absolutely nothing to worry about. On the way home, I told him that I loved him. He smiled and continued to follow the road. I cannot explain his behavior, I cannot understand why he did not answer that he also loves me. When we got home, I felt that I had completely lost him, that he did not want to have anything to do with me. He just sat quietly on the couch and watched TV. He still seemed so distant and aloof.
In Germany, in the city of Beckum, a weighty aunt, weighing 145 kilograms, fell into a bathtub, could not get out of it, and died a few days later.
The woman's husband heard a noise in the bathroom, and when he went into it, he saw that a shelf was broken in the room and fragments were lying around. According to him, he offered to help his wife, but she refused. Husband left her mobile phone and said: “If you need help, ask yourself. You still don't want it from me."
The man brought her food, sweets, coffee and newspapers to the bathroom, gave her medicine. Meanwhile, the woman lay in warm water and played on the tablet. Almost two weeks later, the husband called the rescuers. It turned out that the woman had been dead for two days. According to preliminary information, the cause of death was pneumonia.
It was on the subway. Time is the peak. I'm standing near the door, I can't move my ears.
The doors open and some energetic lady forcefully screws into standing people and pulls the hand of a respectable man. He stands and does not know how to behave. The lady puts out her hand and does not allow the doors to close. With the help of two guys, the man barely squeezes in.
The train moves off, and the lady immediately begins to treat him: "Well, why are you sleeping on the go? It's impossible to go anywhere with you."
One Italian who decided to visit women of easy virtue in Rome found his own wife among them. This unexpected meeting was the beginning of a grandiose scandal, which escalated into a fight, which later had to be broken up by the police.
A 49-year-old man decided to have some fun with the representatives of the oldest profession and was faced with an unpleasant discovery. He arrived in the dubious area of Via Cristoforo Colombo and began to look out for his passion for the night in the girls standing by the road. Imagine his amazement when in one of them he recognized his own wife.
Last year, when autumn came, a 71-year-old resident from the US city of Kansas City broke into a local bank, approached the cashier and handed him a terrible note: "I have a gun, give me the money." When the woman gave him almost 3,000 rubles of theirs, he took the money and ... sat on a chair, waited for the police to arrive and let himself be arrested.
What for? The unlucky "robber" himself admitted a little later that his dear wife became the reason for such a desperate act - she got him so much that he decided to go to prison, just to be away from her.
If a woman cries Reminder for men.
1. First of all, try to find out whose woman is crying. When a woman is someone else's, it is not safe to console her. If a woman is a draw, take her for yourself. Now, if she continues to cry, it will be completely clear that this is from happiness.
2. When your crying personal woman don't leave her alone. And then everyone around them only thinks that she is a draw. Be as close and attentive to her as possible. Move no further than the distance where her voice will no longer be heard, and do not lose sight - use binoculars.
Once, on a rainy day, a friend of mine read on the Internet about some tricky theory - one of those that launch the mechanism for the realization of desires, so that the Universe would then expel from itself everything that the darling and human graspers want.
The bottom line: you need to throw something red higher, make a wish and wait for it to come true.
She in these gloomy days barked with her husband. They fiercely promised each other to get a divorce next Friday, the husband went to work, making furrows in the pavement full of boiling magma with his heels, and he went to speak with the Universe.
The wife, as she heard this sentimental story, was immediately imbued with understanding: come on, think about it, some cowards.
If you and your partner are interested in the now popular sexual entertainment: swing, or rather, the exchange of partners for a one-night stand, read stories about how couples who have gone through such an experience feel or practice it regularly.
Ilya and Oksana, 31 and 29 years old, practiced swinging for a year
Trying this kind of sex was my initiative. I wanted variety, and as an honest person I offered two options: either leftist or swing. The wife was shocked, but eventually chose the second one. There was no jealousy on my part. With her - I think it was.
It wasn't better than imagined. On the contrary, it was worse: firstly, excitement, and secondly - their own cockroaches in the heads of partners. Well, and, of course, it has never happened that I liked my partner and my wife a partner. Therefore - one person enjoys, the second acts as a sign of solidarity.
We were looking for partners on Mamba for the first time, nothing happened because of the excitement. And then they exchanged pairs, or met separately with a guy or a girl. Protected by condoms.
But a year later they stopped - because they realized that it was not ours. And my wife realized that it would be better if I had a leftist (but a secret from her).
What to advise those. who wants to try swing? Imagine that you walk into a room and suddenly see that there is a couple having sex. What will be your first wish? If you join, then swing is yours. If you close the door and leave, you may not even try. Don't like it.
Elena and Anton, 27 and 30 years old, tried swing six months ago
I myself suggested to my husband such a way to stir up our family life. We had almost no sex after the birth of our son (my son was already three years old, for a second), I thought that he wanted to go left, well, I would go, but my conscience would not allow it.
Therefore, I directly suggested to him: let's do this so that no one is offended. I didn’t take it from the ceiling, my girlfriend got a boyfriend who loves this business. And she kept refusing. Well, I found him on Facebook and asked where I could get that kind of experience. He gave me a link to a group in the then open Vkontakte.
We registered (it was still somehow intricately called, so that employees and friends would not understand that you were a member of a group of such acquaintances). Wrote standard: ad and photo. We are looking for diversity, man and woman.
10-15 letters came, I did not expect such a stir. But all were some all not very. It seemed that many people came here looking for a last chance to have sex. But we singled out a pretty young guy and a pretty girl.
We met and had a drink. At first it was a little awkward, but I liked it even more, it turned me on very much. My husband is confused, I think.
Then we decided not to practice it anymore, but the sex between us revived. But a few months later, my husband suggested trying again. We met an older couple and this time there was no such enthusiasm for the innovation, but there was no confusion, no awkwardness.
We agreed later that we would sometimes do this if we both wanted to. And let's not cheat on each other. By the way, we liked this second couple, we decided if we meet again, then with them.
For those who want to try this. I want to recommend that you agree with your soul mate about the possible consequences: jealousy, resentment. Be clear at any moment: I don't want this, I don't like it. And respect each other's opinions.
Robert, 40, and three of his women have been swinging for over 15 years
To begin with, I will say that I had three long periods of relationships in this format. The first seven years - they broke up on her initiative. Went to another. The second, about three years - more like mine, or mutual: the age difference was large, unviable relationships in general, I did not expect it to be otherwise. The third, two years - at a distance. We met, including hooligans, I was set for a serious continuation, I called to marry, I planned to move in, but everything suddenly stopped, and I don’t know the reason.
In no case do I consider our hobby to be the reason for the breakup. Always something else. It is not possible to interrogate the other side, maybe there is a different vision.
In each couple, the decision was always joint, as a rule, as a realization of the partner's bisexual fantasy. Then, in the process of practice, interest could change somewhat. There has never been any persuasion of the opposite side, quite mutually.
We searched through dating ads, but this is the most unproductive. Later - communication in chats and thematic forums, some joint events. It is better.
Even later - swing clubs. This is the most convenient option - no one obliges you to anything: you came, met, you wanted to continue - they continued, you didn’t want to - they parted. The lack of commitment is relaxing and conducive.
Fantasy, of course, is almost always cooler than implementation. It is one thing to invent, another to implement. But I can’t say that some moments are much worse than it seemed, I can’t. Everything is within tolerance.
There was never any jealousy on my part. On the part of the partners, it happened, even anecdotal: when she, actively having sex with another man, suddenly experiences a strong attack of jealousy towards me, because I just touched the other woman's breasts.
At the same time, I knew couples who were terribly jealous of each other, and continued to practice, getting a buzz from this. A sort of, apparently, a variant of masochism. I don't understand, but I've seen it.
In general, this is not only an exchange of pairs. This is sex in large groups, and small ones. Optimally for both of us, there have always been small companies with a significant predominance of men. Protection - condoms are a must, of course.
The strangest thing in such meetings, for which I still have no explanation, is the unexpectedly intolerant attitude towards male bisexuality among the masses. As a rule, this is condemned, although it would seem that they themselves are “perverts”, so why else kick someone for “non-standard”? And yet a fact. Although there are a lot of bisexual men in the party, this is not advertised (I know literally one or two open bisexuals), and in swing clubs there is usually a direct ban on demonstrating such relationships.
Now I'm in a new relationship and don't swing. Not sure if the fun will continue. So far, no preconditions. Which - of course - must necessarily be mutual.
Advice to those who want to try: in no case do not insist if the partner is against it. Categorically. Only both. And in any case, do not do this to restore relations. Only if everything is good between you and fine. Because it is the strongest catalyst - if there is a crack, there will be an abyss. If everything is strong, it will be stronger. And take it as a condiment, not a main dish. With the main recommendation - do not overdo it!
dream come true complete freedom and swing is a women's story. Life is so arranged that you have to pay for everything in it: for the good, for the bad, and even for the fulfillment of dreams. For me, paying for the fulfillment of the fantasy of a loved one turned into complete bankruptcy. It didn't happen all of a sudden. But the mechanism of destruction was launched in just one word. My yes. It was it that split our life with Gleb into “before” and “after”. Only in the "before" my husband and I were one, and "after" ...
However, everything is in order.
What dreams lead to - a woman's story
We were a couple. It was obvious to everyone. And even for ourselves. Under the sign of this happy pairing, five family years have passed. No, breaking dishes in every sense, of course, happened. But that was also fortunate. Then we sweetly and for a long time reconciled. And if during a quarrel the death of the brave in the kitchen really managed to fall a few cups or plates, then the family truce was marked by the purchase of a new service. Trite? Yes! But what could be more banal than such happiness? Only happiness that does not need such beating of dishes.
Ours needed ... But then, it stopped when Masha was born. Her sleep was so sensitive, and her voice awake - so loud that we could not quarrel even in a whisper and suffered from a slight form of obsession with silence.
It was during this “quiet” period that Gleb became sad.
An, something you and I completely lost sight of each other in the eternal struggle for a quiet hour, - he joked on the topic of the day and night, and his eyes, inflamed from lack of sleep, still remained sad. I sympathetically looked at him with the same look of a sleepy albino rabbit and smiled helplessly. I missed him. Well, I couldn’t break into three and be a mother, a nanny and a geisha at the same time!
By autumn, Masha hatched into an independent kolobok, which cheerfully left Gleb and me for adult kindergarten life. And when Manet happened to get sick, my mother immediately came to the rescue. On one of these "emergency" visits, she looked at me carefully and said:
Listen, Anya, I don't like you and Gleb. You have had a difficult year. Need rest. Does he have a vacation soon?
Yes, a week-long "tail" remained. And you can “wag” them only until the New Year, - I joked.
Well, fine! Mom perked up. - Go to the mountains, and I will stay with Manyunya. Gleb had long dreamed of going to the Carpathians for the Christmas holidays...
The idea was sensible, Gleb supported the idea, but slightly corrected it.
The mountain hotel is great. Sauna, swimming pool, billiards, sledge-skiing plus local beauties - a good "cocktail" for New Year's relaxation. Only one thing is missing - good companions. Let's match Dimka and Dasha. Do you remember how great they organized the last picnic? You definitely won't get bored with them.
Why not? - I thought. The guys are really groovy and sociable. And Gleb and Dima have a lot in common: both are avid billiard players and computer gamers. True, Dasha and I already have one topic for conversation, but for children. And what else do two mothers, resting without kids, need?
A nice hotel, deftly inscribed by the architect into the mountain landscape, was quite comfortable. And we were lucky with the weather: frost and sun plus freshly fallen snow. With feverish joy, we unpacked our things, had a quick bite to eat and set off to renovate the track. The mountain air was more intoxicating than mulled wine from a local bar. And an hour and a half of skiing and climbing exacerbated the oxygen intoxication: our four returned to the hotel, staggering like a company of sailors on a spree on the shore.
So, gentlemen, - Dima boomed, opening the door of the room next to us, - what should two unfree men do on this free evening?
Sit in the billiard room, - Gleb answered, smiling slyly, - roll the balls, drink beer and build eyes on the girls.
Dasha and I looked at each other conspiratorially.
Well, fine! - I said, anticipating verbal revenge. - And now we'll have a bit of a rest, kill the worm and go to the sauna. Fatigue, Dasha, will take off like a hand! And then to the disco. Here, they say, such dances in the evenings ... The Brazilian carnival is resting.
OK! - devils jumped in Dasha's eyes. - Boys, you are completely free until the New Year.
Noticed! Gleb unexpectedly agreed.
Time has gone! Dima put on a serious face and looked at his watch in a businesslike manner.
Let's check the clock! my husband played along. - Before the New Year, there was ... nothing at all - exactly 18 hours ...
Let's spend them well! - Dasha did not let up. - Whoever meets a beautiful stranger or a stranger first, breaks the bank.
What are the rates? - Gleb retorted with excitement, hugging me with one hand, and with the other, opening the door of our room.
50 dollars from the nose, - I blurted out, and we burst into our temporary housing with laughter.
We agree! - came from outside. And the next door slammed shut.
- The plan is knocked out by the plan
It wasn't until I plunged into a hot bath that I suddenly realized that our joking challenge had been taken in all seriousness. What to do now? To break into Dima and Dasha's room and ask for mercy? What more! But it won't hurt to consult with Gleb.
Listen, Donna Anna, I have a plan. And let's try to charm our already charming companions and thus reduce the stakes to zero, my husband unexpectedly suggested in response to my vague doubts about this spontaneous bet. - Here Dimon will surrender to you without a fight - you just beckon with your finger. I can see the way he looks at you. Well, I take Dasha on myself ...
I didn't believe my ears.
Gleb, you're just Machiavelli and Don Juan rolled into one! - I tried to laugh it off, but I was not in the mood for jokes. A dream come true of complete freedom and swing ...
Donna Anna, I don't recognize you! Where is your widescreen view of things?
Don Juan! And you offer me to mow, purely on your friend. And he himself laid eyes on his little wife ... And how am I supposed to understand this?
We poked some more jokes on the topic of swinging. I remember that I called this phenomenon disgusting, and Gleb kept arguing that this was not disgusting at all, but legal and, therefore, the highest form of treason by mutual agreement of all parties.
And it reminds me of a child's exchange of favorite toys. At first, someone else's seems better than their own, and you do not have a soul in it. And then you will play with her and you will understand that your own was much better, - I passionately defended my position.
That's it! - Gleb almost triumphed. - Swinging is designed to refresh the senses and understand how people fit together.
And what about love?
Look, let's call a spade a spade. People love and then they don't love anymore. This, by the way, your favorite Françoise Sagan said. You need something to brighten up your insipid life.
So what do you think our life is insipid and offer to brighten it up with swinging?
I'll tell you more. Dimka and Dasha practice this, and they like it. And to be honest, I sincerely envy them. Such freedom in relationships is just my dream! - Gleb told me and drowned in the bathroom ...
At first I was offended, and then wildly angry with my husband. “It’s insipid for you ... And Dasha, it turns out, salt! I mentally attacked Gleb. “And if I’m with Dimka, then, according to your concepts, is it already pepper and mustard?” In response, a splash of water and a fake purr came from the bathroom. In the twisted melody, I recognized the verses of the bullfighter from Carmen and went berserk. The degree of my rage was equal to the temperature of liquid nitrogen.
I wanted only one thing - revenge. In the state of this “shock freeze”, I nevertheless went with Dasha to the sauna and, peering with hidden jealousy at her naked and not at all flawless roundness, I tried to understand why she attracted Gleb so much. A woman as a woman - no obvious advantages. There is nothing to even talk to her about ...
Well, have you already looked after yourself a beautiful stranger here? - Dasha asked with undisguised sports interest.
And you? - I wanted to freeze it in place, and then hit it so that only fragments remained from this ice statue. I have never experienced this with any other person.
Yes, there is no one to choose from, - Dasha wrinkled her nose contemptuously. - But your husband would suit me quite well ...
A choking wave squeezed his heart and rolled up to his throat. The cold was replaced by a burning feeling that didn't yet have a name in my dictionary.
Dasha, do you want to win this bet too? My voice sounded normal.
Yes. And I want to hit the jackpot!
Likewise!
You and the cards in your hands. And remember one thing: winners are not judged!
She knew the rules of the game. The challenge has been thrown. And I picked up the glove.
It happened on a chaotic New Year's Eve. We buzzed until four o'clock: burned sparklers, sledded, danced the lambada, which had come into fashion again ... And when it was time to disperse, Dima offered to arrange a key lot "on the road". There was once such fun for American pilots. "Club of Keys" was called. At the end of such parties, the valiant pilots put the keys to their houses in one cap, and the invited ladies, having chosen the key, went to spend the night with its owner ...
... Each of us threw his key into Dimkin's sports cap. Our hands with Dasha touched during the throw, and our eyes crossed.
The die was cast. Then we took turns taking out the keys. And Dasha laughed triumphantly: the numbers of the keys she and Gleb inherited coincided. This was our room.
Before the door slammed behind Gleb and Dasha, my husband looked at me conspiratorially and winked. Well, what are you doing, they say, do not be shy! And I didn't "shrink". Dima turned out to be an extremely gallant lover. Perhaps Gleb was right. I really liked this guy. He was clearly enjoying his New Year's adventure and was going out of his way to make the best impression on me. And I didn't care. Until the moment when I heard behind the wall the laughter of Dasha and Gleb, and then noisy fuss and voluptuous moans.
Dasha loudly celebrated the victory. From unbearable hatred, my eyes darkened.
This new feeling subsided when I returned to our room the next morning. All that's left is desolation. At this time, Dima and Dasha, as if nothing had happened, were drinking coffee in a bar and talking animatedly. I quietly packed my bags and left, not once glancing at my sleeping husband, who left me no choice. But to be honest, that's what I thought at the time. And now I know one thing: there is always a choice, and all responsibility for it lies with the one who chose. Therefore, you should not blame others for not having the courage to say “no” firmly at a critical moment.
I didn’t realize this simple thought right away - after about a month of the “after” lasting from New Year's Eve. It was then that I stopped feeling sorry for myself and our marriage and filed for divorce. Gleb didn't mind. And he did not even make any attempts to seek reconciliation. And so his dream came true - A dream come true of complete freedom of relationships ...
And I still can’t get out of my head the phrase I heard somewhere that our personal freedom should not turn into lack of freedom for other people. This is probably the best thing I've heard about normal human relationships.
- Dream come true - Psychologist's comment
The smooth course of life of married couples with some "experience" is often violated by two pitfalls: conflicts unresolved in time and "exhausted" sexual attraction. The former give rise to anger and despair, and by virtue of the latter, the partners move away from each other.
The heroine of this story found herself in a situation where her husband tried, in his own way, to “revive” family relationships with the help of swing (exchange of sexual partners in married or simply stable couples by mutual agreement), but achieved the opposite result. A big plus is that this experience helped our heroine understand the main thing: loyalty to a choice is, first of all, loyalty to oneself. It remains for Anna to cross the “bridge” of this understanding from the coast of useless self-accusations to the coast of personal growth and self-improvement.
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Several stories that were passed down to me in words, I personally did not participate in them! Almost all are similar and took place in one place - in the forest near my village! The story was told by friends, who in turn were told to them by older people.
The first story is about a woman from a neighboring village, she has already died of old age. (Let's call her Evgenia).
Between my village and the neighboring one there is one road (10 kilometers).
About 50 years ago, in the morning, at 6 o'clock, it was still dark, she went to work along this road (she worked in a bakery, and she was in my village).
Somewhere in the middle of the road I met a girl in a white dress (everything seemed to be glowing) and with a basket in her hands, she was collecting something near the road. The girl turned around and said to Evgenia: “Go ahead, I will catch up with you. The woman was frightened and went with a quick step forward. Uncle Kolya, a tractor driver, drove by and gave her a lift. It is not known what would have happened if she had not been given a lift…”
The second story is somewhat similar to the first, it also happened in the same places. This story happened to my friend's grandfather (his name is Nikolai, I don't remember his middle name, let it be just Nikolai). He told us about it. He went about 10 years ago for mushrooms, at the same time to check the hunting hut (he and his friend made it on purpose if they go fishing or hunting). I left for 20 kilometers from the village, then I had to go on foot. It's already a quarter of the way. Suddenly he sees - in front of a man, also in white clothes, but in a simple, rustic one. Nikolai came up. The man said that he went to the forest for mushrooms, began to ask Nikolai where he was from, where he was going, what he was doing, and walked with him to the hut, and then fell behind and disappeared somewhere! After that, Nikolai does not go into the forest without a gun.
And a story in which my friend himself was directly involved. It happened at about the same place as the first story.
At night, the guys walked out of the club (the club was also in my village), escorted two girls to the neighboring village and a guy, there were a lot of people, both guys and girls, everyone was a witness. In the middle of the way, a strange sound began to come from somewhere, similar to the crying of a child (there are many rumors about this place, that if you hear crying, then you stop controlling your body and you just pull into the forest, but if you don’t pay attention to it and think about your own, then you can not fall under the action of crying).
And as soon as crying was heard, two girls from the crowd jumped into the forest, the guys ran to detain them. Only six healthy guys somehow kept two girls! They slapped both of them in the face and the girls woke up. Well, when they woke up, rather the opposite, they simply lost consciousness and fell, after about five minutes they only came to their senses. The guys accompanied them to the village. There was no such thing on the way back.
Nothing else seemed to be said! I personally participated in one story, but I already wrote about it.
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