Sad story

Vital ...

She opened the refrigerator:
 - Have you eaten today?
 He is looking at her back:
 - No.
 She was taking food from the refrigerator:
 - All work, no time to eat?
 He, beginning to cut vegetables for salad:
 - Yes, is not that there is no time ... The last time something does not feel like it. All the same - work-home, work-home.
 She deftly slicing sausage into the pan and pouring the egg:
 - This is all wrong. I won, too - kids and husband at home, at work and bosses and subordinates. I sometimes think that my work on the family is not much different.
 He poured the tea:
 - Have you changed. Previously, your home and family are the most important thing. Now business careers.
 She sat down opposite him and propping cheek hand:
 - God be with you, what career. Boring simple. Some infinite PMS. Previously, some horizons were ahead, and now just life.
 He looked into her eyes:
 - Do you remember how you and I dreamed of? What will be your home, kids. What every weekend we go somewhere, to other cities.
 She is looking away:
 - Well, then I still was not married.
 He completely forgot about food:
 - And we love doing? Forgetting everything. And if your parents have been caught.
 She could not help giving in to his impulse:
 - Yeah. As mother screamed, and you tried to cover his penis cat.
 Both giggle. He took her hand:
 - It can now recall the youth ...
 She's starting to play with his fingers:
 - And how are you now with women? Honestly.
 He slightly nervous:
 - Okay, what?
 She's starting to caress him under the table bare foot, almost closing his eyes:
 - Well ... how many do you have? Che-estno only.
 He is trying to understand it:
 - Yes, I'm married actually. Well ... ... there was even a few times.
 She pulled him to her, excitedly, hoarsely in his ear:
 - Repeatedly? And not afraid that his wife knows?
 It is in the tone of her:
 - Not afraid. And you have it - no one but her husband was not?
 She's starting to lick his ear:
 - Well, were you-what.
 He was fondling her breasts through her blouse:
 - I want to know who else belongs to the woman with whom I'm going to make love.
 She is pulling it up from the table and pressed against the wall:
 - Now - you alone. And you - just me.
 He watched as she kneels down and unzips his pants frantically:
 - Well sometimes youth think ...
 Some time in the kitchen heard only their breath and flushed the rustle of clothing. Suddenly you hear the sound of a key in the keyhole. She slams the front door. You hear boyish voice:
 - Mom, Dad, you're at home?
 She hastily giving himself up, husky voice:
 - Yes, son, we're here.
 He quickly pulls his pants. Then he turned to his wife, wanting to kiss at last, but it weighed a resounding slap to her husband. He throws to the wall, the kitchen includes a son, a puzzled look on their parents.
 - And what are you doing here?
 She did not answer, coming out of the kitchen. He rubbed his cheek thoughtfully answers:
 - Why, son ... Have played with my mother. Orientation meeting of two strangers honesty. Smart books your mother read. And the truth is not ready to hear.
 From the room came the voice of his wife:
 - Several times! .. Bastard!
 Father quietly responds to the puzzled look son:
 - She's on the boss. Let's have dinner.
 And they sit down to dinner.