Расходимся, это паста с форчана:

I have a wife (no pussies, we live together in my hut (along the docks of the parents' hut) for 1 year). She works as an engineer in a firm that is essentially soviet, but mimics the modern one. So they got a good order and part of it was handed over a couple of months ago. But since there was a coronavirus, no one in this company organized a "holiday" and postponed it until better times. And a week ago, it was decided to send a wedding - and not just, but you could bring your wife / husband / boyfriend and so on, so that it was more comfortable and everyone was dispelled.

I didn’t really want to go to strangers, listen to their corporate jokes, but for the sake of my wife why not drink beer for free a bit. When we arrived (it was a restaurant with reserved tables on the street - there were already her colleagues, bosses, and a couple of pussies). Actually, it all started well, my wife introduced me and the people surprisingly turned out to be quite pleasant - modern, without show-off, but intelligent and communication between colleagues was interesting (even listening).

And then another colleague drove up with her "boyfriend" - then the fucker. In principle, at first glance, he was not particularly disgusting, but he is a typical major player. So when they came to the table - my wife was a little glazed - it turned out that about 6 years ago he met with my wife for about a year. She told me about it after we went to "breathe" with her.

But I didn't really take a steam bath, because in principle everything was ok. But then the intelligentsia began to gain a little (get drunk), they were not divided into groups, pussies with two mothers left, but there were still 19-20 people (out of the original 28, couples left). And in one of these "groups" were we and a colleague with a fucker. More personal conversations began about life and so on, I no longer drank and tried to remain silent. Here the major asks me what type of person you work with, what are your hobbies. Well, I answered, they say that, behold. Then he asks in front of my wife = how long have you been together - I say a year. He's like this: very good (I must say that other groups listened, because I said almost nothing about myself). And Irina and I (my wife), by the way, have known each other for a long time, I even finished in her mouth.

I must say that I was crazy, he said it as if between the case and not loudly, but EVERYONE Heard it. My wife's face was just like that of a crazed owl, she looked at me - but everyone looked at us, or rather at me. Out of surprise, I didn’t know what to answer and said "I AM TOO". Then a couple of men from other groups chuckled from a distance and continued the conversation, while my wife got up and ran to the car. I hurry after her. I don't know how we got home, but soon she packed her things and went to her parents, without even changing from her evening dress. Now I'm alone and I'm thinking of making repairs