Friends took me to visit with a mistress, but more asked for a home feast to taste the signature dishes of his wife.

That's the life situation. I love my wife and my mistress.. Before throwing me with unfounded accusations, appeal to the senses of justice, to conscience. Just listen. We have one life, and it is worth feeling it to the smallest detail.



I'm not breaking the law. Moreover, in some countries, even cultures, there is nothing shameful about polygamy. Am I a beast if my feelings are the same for two women instead of one? But now the circumstances are such that just living with these two women I don’t have the opportunity — our society condemns it. This is what happened to our reader Valentine.

I love my wife and mistress and I grew up in an average family. Mom, Dad, a two-bedroom apartment 20 minutes from downtown. The school, with its post-Soviet moral teachings, and then the institute. Nothing unusual. As a young man, he used to go out to parties, discos and parties with friends. There are acquaintances with the beautiful sex, fleeting relationships.

After college he got a good job. I recognized my sphere from the inside. He took a risk and went on an independent voyage. So I became an aspiring businessman. At the same time I got acquainted with Inna. Many self-employed entrepreneurs will understand that it was very difficult at first.



Piabay literally saved everything. After all, every extra penny is a potential profit. You need to invest in business. Therefore, Inna was not particularly spoiled by any gifts. In fact, I often borrowed from her. Just a little bit. But how many of today's young people can afford such behavior and not part with their "half"? Hardly.

When we got back on our feet, we had a wedding. It wasn't an event for me. Just a forced ritual. So is the birth of a baby. Inna, my wife, is the person I trust most in the world. I can share my deepest thoughts with her and she will always understand. Maybe not, but at least give advice.

We now have two children. Boy and girl. Nice, nice guys. They are raised by their mother, I have no time, and I do not know much about it. The wife knows how to cook chicly, raises children perfectly, furnished the apartment to her liking, and I will tell you honestly - the woman has a special vision. Sometimes I come home and just look at my house. Like a movie. I don’t think the designers have come up with anything better.



After the birth of children, the figure is no longer the same. A little fat to my taste. In addition, over the years of married life, life and moments of passion, I have thoroughly studied all its external shortcomings. Habits, again. And I understand perfectly well that the disadvantages cannot be changed, and new advantages will not be added. Not at our age. It's true, and it's a little sad.

It’s not surprising that I suddenly had a great client, and spent much less time at home. Well, that's the official version. In fact, the client was Svetlana. And yes, she's really gorgeous.

Her age played a big role: she was one-year-old of my wife. Slender, fit body. Elastic skin. Lots of new, interesting information about everything. Sometimes it even strained my male ego. Of course, no kids. And I fully agree that our relationship will remain a secret from my wife. No one wanted to destroy my family.

My friends, my friends, knew the light very well. At first, as is customary, they advised me to come to my senses, to reconsider my life priorities. But then it became clear that the double life was already part of me, and they fell behind. From time to time, Light and I went out into people. Fortunately, a tinted machine has its advantages.

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She loves quality food, good rest. He likes to wake up early and do gymnastics and coffee for both of us. It doesn’t talk about routine problems, about how we can put our son in a good school, and next week to make a change in the apartment. She smells of cool perfume, not cooking and dishware.

It's, so to speak, Inna. Only if she hadn't met me and had plenty of free time and financial freedom. I understand this perfectly and I pay for it. Why? I just can afford it. In this relationship, only my wife, Inna, is the victim. Or rather, she did. Until recently.

No matter how big our city is, people will always cross paths at the most inopportune moment. So my cousin Inna accidentally saw us with the Light. I didn't deny it, and why break the comedy? We talked, I told you everything as it is. It turns out she had been feeling something wrong for a long time, and it turns out we were both internally ready to talk.



No ultimatums or promises to take the children and half the property. Such cheap blackmail is not her style. She just looked at me at the end of the conversation and asked me to think. What I find in her and what Svetlana can give me. Whether this affair is fleeting or really serious feelings of an adult. I'll see the kids whenever I want.

And I was thinking. At first, he threw himself between two fires, suffering from the agony of choice. I wrote down all the pros and cons. I looked at the situation from different angles. I even read something motivating. And I came to one prosaic conclusion. I don't want any of them. In fact, I've distanced myself from the kids. The whole situation showed that in recent years, none of the people around me perceived me as a native person.

Inna is a great mother and hostess. Forgiving and understanding. But to her, I'm just the father of our children. Support, wallet and means for a normal life. Light is a beautiful, comprehensively developed person. With your bonuses. She's nice to me, she doesn't go out with other men, but she doesn't really love me either. What happens, we're just gonna break up like good friends.

All I can do is make money. Accumulate or invest. Like a squirrel collecting nuts. They have a lot of them, but why do they need so many? She hides her wealth for a rainy day and then forgets where she left it. So am I. Only work brings me pleasure. Everything else... Not that important.



So what do I do now? It's an important life choice. Some will say the most important thing in my life. And I don't care about him, but I don't feel any special trepidation. I live in a rented apartment and think. I don't suffer from loneliness. The delivery brings food, it doesn't attract women. Maybe it's my destiny to love both and be alone. For some reason, such a prospect is not at all frightening, even inspiring. I guess I just need more time.