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My wife and I decided to patch up our health a bit and bought a trip to a sanatorium. We chose a cheaper option and got a block room, meaning the room has two bedrooms—one for two people, where my wife and I would live, and a second for one person, with shared sanitary facilities. We decided it wasn't a big deal. We had to travel overnight by train. Our compartment neighbors turned out to be a married couple about our age. The train departed late, so we immediately started getting ready for bed.

"I sleep poorly on trains, so I always take a sleeping pill at night," our neighbor's wife announced and swallowed some pill. "How about you with

sleep? I have more if you need."

"The train lulls my wife and me to sleep," I replied.

Soon everyone settled down and turned off the light. We gave the women the lower berths and took the upper ones ourselves. Our neighbor's wife quickly fell asleep, evident from her deep breathing. The neighbor couldn't sleep; he kept tossing and turning, then climbed down and left the compartment. I was half-asleep. After a while, the neighbor returned.

"Are you awake?" he whispered to my wife.

"No, can't seem to fall asleep."

"Should've taken a sleeping pill; mine won't wake up till morning even with cannons now."

"I don't use sleeping pills and don't know what works for me."

"I know a sleeping pill that works unfailingly on everyone."

"What's this miraculous remedy?"

"It's sex."

"You're right, it's a wonderful sleeping pill."

"Maybe we should take a dose of this sleeping pill?"

"Dangerous, what's the situation up there?"

The neighbor stood up and stared at my face for a while. I breathed calmly, imitating deep sleep.

"Sleeping like a baby. Nothing's stopping us."

"Wait, I'll take them off myself. You take your pants off too. This is so cool—me with my husband here, you with your wife. How hard it is. Lie down, let me guide it."

The slapping of naked bodies and the creaking of their berth sounded. It felt like the man was prolonging the process to please the lady. Finally, familiar, muffled moans from my wife were heard.

"That was wonderful," she assessed. "Let me wipe it with a towel. Good night."

The neighbor climbed onto his berth and soon fell asleep. I couldn't sleep for a long time. I knew my wife had sex at her workplace, but she had never been so openly unfaithful right in front of me before. I decided not to ruin the vacation from the start and not say anything to her. In the morning, we all got up, freshened up, had some tea, and parted ways, wishing each other well. Valentina and I quickly reached the sanatorium by taxi. Check-in didn't take long; we settled into our room and even made it to breakfast. Our neighbor turned out to be a nice man around forty. Vadim, as he was called, told us where the dining hall and treatment building were, where we had to go after breakfast. We visited the doctor, got our prescriptions, and even managed to have a couple of treatments. In the evening, there were dances, and Vadim invited my Valentina to a slow dance twice.

The next day after breakfast, we rushed through treatments. After lunch, we lay down to rest, and I even dozed off for a few minutes. When I woke up, Valentina wasn't nearby, and rhythmic bed creaking came from Vadim's room, followed by familiar moans from my wife. Someone came out of Vadim's room and went to the shower. Water flowed, and soon Valentina appeared.

"Where were you?" I asked.

"In the toilet. Probably ate something bad; I have terrible diarrhea."

I knew what and where she had swallowed, but didn't delve into details. If she's into fucking around, let her get her fill. In the evening, the same thing. After sex, I get sleepy; I woke up in the middle of the night, and my wife was gone. Toward morning, she quietly came in and lay down beside me.

"You should pity the neighbor; you've sucked all the juice out of him. Look how haggard he is; his wife won't recognize him," I showed pity for my neighbor.

"He doesn't have a wife; he's divorced. He's leaving in two days."

"He'll remember in horror how you wouldn't get off his dick."

"Sasha, what are you making up? I told you I ate something bad, so I'm running to the toilet. And I just visit Vadim as a friend; he has many interesting things, and he's an interesting person himself; I've learned a lot from him."

"Then why, when you're absorbing this new knowledge, do you moan as if you're coming?"

"Everyone expresses surprise in their own way. There's nothing special about it."

"So you didn't give it to him; nothing happened between you?"

"Well, not exactly. I feel he likes me as a woman; he flirts with me a bit, invites me to dances. I let him know I enjoy it. It's light flirting; it's common at sanatoriums. Sasha, nothing threatens you; after all, if your little wife has a bit of fun, is that so bad?"

"You could piss in your eyes and call it holy water. Fucking behind the wall with the neighbor, and feeding me bullshit."

"Sashenka, don't get nervous; nothing bad happened. You should be glad your little wife is attractive to other men; let them envy you. You're not deprived; our sex life is fine. And Vadim is a fleeting infatuation; he'll leave in two days, and it'll all be forgotten. He's an interesting conversationalist; I've learned a lot from him. We're spiritually close."

"And with that man on the train, were you spiritually close too?"

"You heard? No, there was nothing spiritual there. Just an anecdotal situation. A husband having sex next to his sleeping wife. It really tickles the nerves."

"You're evaluating that event rather one-sidedly. You were having sex next to your awake husband, meaning you cheated on him right in front of him."

"Sasha, we thought you were asleep. If you had moved, shown some sign, nothing would've happened. Apparently, you yourself wanted me to give myself to that man in your presence. Decided to tickle your own nerves."

"So it's my fault? I provoked your infidelity?"

"Don't throw around such words. I've never cheated on you. You'll end up saying I cheat on you with the gynecologist when I go for check-ups and he pokes around my crotch. Sometimes it's just a necessity."

"With the man on the train, was it a necessity or spiritual closeness?"

"Neither. I just couldn't sleep, and it turned out he also has trouble sleeping on trains, and sex works like a sleeping pill for both of us. We just helped each other sleep. People should help each other in difficult times."

"And the fact that you deprived your husband of sleep doesn't bother you."

"Sasha, but I didn't know. If you needed sex, we would've figured something out. Why didn't you come down to me when that man fell asleep?"

"Again, it's my fault? Stop your affair with this Vadim."

"And how do you imagine that? Should I tell him we're no longer acquainted? That my husband forbids me from talking to him? Other women will snatch him up immediately, but rumors and gossip will spread. They'll make up things that never happened. Do you like the role of the deceived husband? This way, he'll leave in two days, and everything's sewn up; nothing happened, and what did happen is water under the bridge."

"Alright, but no more of this."

Vadim continued fucking my wife day and night; she assured me they had purely friendly relations, and I pretended to believe her. In two days, Vadim left. We warmly said goodbye to him; my wife even shed a tear.

The next day, a new guest was placed in Vadim's spot. When I came back from treatments, Valentina wasn't in our room; her voice came from the next room. I knocked on the door, opened it, and understood why my wife was singing like a nightingale. Our new neighbor was tall, athletic build, around thirty to thirty-five years old.

"This is my husband, Sasha," my wife introduced me. "Sasha, this is our new neighbor Oleg. I told him a bit about the local customs. Well, time to get ready for lunch. Oleg, there are dances here in the evenings; many more women than men, fierce competition. My husband doesn't like to dance; I hope you'll invite me to a slow dance as your neighbor. With Vadim, who lived in this room before you, we danced constantly."

"I invite you in advance to a slow dance, not as a neighbor, but as a charming woman."

"Thank you, I'll hold you to that."

In the evening, we went to the dances. I sat on a bench away from the dance floor, while Valentina and Oleg went to dance. I saw Oleg invite my wife to a slow dance. There weren't many people on the floor yet, and I noted Oleg danced well. Then more people came, and I lost sight of them. When another slow dance was announced, they weren't among the dancers. I sat a bit longer and decided to go to the room to watch TV. When I entered the room, I immediately heard loud bed creaking from behind the wall and familiar moans from my wife. "Already managed to get on his dick," I thought about my spouse. I turned on the TV, listened to the news, and started getting ready for bed. About fifteen minutes later, someone went from the next room to the shower, and about ten minutes after that, Valentina appeared. I pretended to be asleep. She undressed and slipped naked under my arm. I pretended to wake up, laid her on her back, and pressed my cock into her crotch. The cock slid in like butter. I pumped her for a long time and finally came. I quickly

fell asleep, and when I turned over in my half-sleep, I heard familiar bed creaking from behind the wall. My wife wasn't next to me. Her moans sounded, the creaking intensified, then everything went quiet. Footsteps shuffled from the next room to the shower, then a naked Valentina appeared in the room.

"Where were you?" I inquired.

"Went to the toilet."

She lay down, and we fell asleep. This continued for three days. Valentina and Oleg secluded themselves in his room at every opportunity and creaked the bed. On the fourth day morning, Valentina returned from the toilet looking sad.

"My period started," she announced in a tragic voice.

"You should be glad; it means you didn't get knocked up."

"What nonsense are you talking; I have an IUD. Now I can't swim or dance properly, and it's awkward to sunbathe with pads."

"But it's only three or four days; then everything will return to normal."

"A lot of water flows in four days, and we only have a few days of vacation left."

"Don't be sad; at least you don't have to shave every day."

The day passed quietly; after lunch, my wife and I rested lying down and went for a walk around the area. In the evening, we sat on a bench near the dance floor.

"Look, Oleg's picking up a woman," Valentina noted. "A brunette with big eyes, sat at the table next to us in the dining hall."

Oleg was indeed dancing with the woman my wife mentioned.

"Why assume he's picking her up? A young man came to the dances, so he's dancing with a woman he likes. He'll invite another for the next dance."

"He's dancing with her for the third time, and she's pressing against him. No doubt about it; he'll nail her today."

"So what? What's it to you?"

"Nothing, just they're being very blatant about their closeness."

"Maybe Oleg's doing it on purpose to make you jealous?"

"What difference does it make to me? I have a husband. And she came without one."

After the dances, we didn't go for a walk but went straight to sleep. About half an hour later, voices sounded in the hallway.

"Here, Yulenka, is where I reside. It's a block room, but we don't bother each other. Come in, please; let's have a drink."

They entered Oleg's room and closed the door. The voices became indistinct.

"Did he offer you anything to drink or did he fuck you for free?" I asked my wife.

She pouted and turned away from me. About ten minutes later, rhythmic bed creaking came from behind the wall.

"Yes, you were right; he nailed her," I acknowledged my wife's wisdom.

"Yeah, these sluts come here just for that. If they don't snag a man, the vacation is a failure."

"Of course, for those with husbands, it's different."

The rhythm behind the wall sped up; female moans were heard, then everything went quiet. Indistinct voices and quiet music sounded.

"Decided to dance naked," Valentina determined.

But it didn't last long. Rhythmic bed creaking started again.

"Look how she's arousing him," I remarked.

"Nothing special; she looks like a gypsy."

"So he likes that type."

"Yeah, you dogs like any hole."

"Not really; in youth, any hole arouses, but with age, not every one gets it up."

"Yours gets up for me, and that's enough."

We listened to the performance behind the wall until the end and decided it was time to sleep. I was already falling asleep when my wife woke me.

"She didn't leave; she's staying with him all night," she whispered.

"Why are you jealous? You're also with a man all night."

"You don't understand anything. One thing is when it's risk, novelty, romance, and another when it's ordinary married life."

"Well, on the train, you had it all: risk, novelty, romance."

"You keep bringing that up. Everyone can make a mistake; are you going to hold it against them forever?"

In the morning, I woke up and went to the toilet. Opened the door, and a beautiful stranger was sitting on the toilet, completely naked.

"Excuse me," I said and hastily closed the door, which immediately opened.

"You excuse me; I'm from another room, here by accident."

"Please, don't be embarrassed; nothing terrible happened. On the contrary, I was fortunate to admire a beautiful female body. I'll remember it