Ten hours of shame!

Two weeks after the wedding, my best friend suggested we go to the theater. As it happened, my husband had to leave town for a couple of days, and not knowing how to occupy myself, I was quite open to the idea.

— "Max, I'll be ready in an hour, where should I meet you? Where are we meeting?" I asked.

— "Don't worry, I'll pick you up!" my friend said cheerfully and with dignity.

I was very surprised, as he had never mentioned or hinted at having a car.

— "Okay, I'll be waiting."

While getting ready, I kept thinking about which bra to wear under my evening dress, as none of them went well with my blue dress. In the end, after racking my brain, I decided to go without one. After all, despite the rather low neckline, I have a C-cup, so if any mishaps were possible, the probability was minimal. Just as I finished applying my lipstick, the phone rang. It was Max. He had made it to me quite briskly, in just forty minutes.

— "I'm here, Katya! Are you ready?" Max asked in high spirits.

— "You're fast! Yes, five minutes and I'll be out."

When I saw what car he was waiting for me in, I was stunned! It was an Audi A7! What a car. I would never have guessed he had such a car. I wouldn't have said he was a car enthusiast, and here was such a beauty right away.

— "What a car! And you kept quiet!?" I exclaimed in amazement.

— "Yeah, it's only a couple of months old. Haven't really told anyone. Do you like it?" he asked with a questioning smile.

— "You're asking! Of course!"

— "You suit my car," Max said with a wink. "Let's go."

Max opened this marvel of technology for me and ushered me in, as a gentleman should.

As we were approaching the theater, I was suddenly overcome with curiosity and decided to ask him to let me drive his car. He really didn't want to, but as often happened, he gave in to me. I assured him I already had a year of driving experience. Though, truth be told, I hadn't driven for about three years by then. What an amazing car, I thought to myself. It handles so easily, it's just great. Too bad my husband doesn't have one like it. But then my thoughts were interrupted by a large black jeep that appeared out of nowhere, which I slammed into at full speed. Maxim's face could be described as a facepalm. And I had never felt so stupid in my life. A stocky Georgian man in his sixties got out of the car, shaking his head and muttering. Max got out and they started talking.

The Georgian was speaking very impulsively, breaking into shouts, while Max was explaining something to him very calmly and confidently. After about ten minutes, they somehow calmed down. I looked at my watch and realized that Max hadn't arrived half an hour early, but an hour and a half early. I had only just seen the tickets myself and decided to tell him so he wouldn't rush and could properly sort things out with this temperamental man. Seeing the men smiling, I called out to Maxim and told him about the time. At that moment, the Georgian looked up and whistled.

— "In that case, I invite you to a restaurant! Let's have a glass of something strong," said the Georgian.

We all agreed, parked our cars. The Georgian's name was Aliko. And he turned out to be quite a friendly person. At the end of our conversation, Max took out a hundred thousand and offered it to the Georgian, but Aliko refused.

— "Come on, forget it. Keep it for yourself! Your car is more expensive. I can't take money from such good people. It can happen to anyone. But promise me one thing, okay?"

— "Umm... okay. And what exactly?" Max asked with an embarrassed smile.

— "This, otherworldly beauty, blonde girl will never again get behind the wheel of your beautiful car!" Aliko finished. At that moment, his accent became especially clear.

— "Ohhh, that's 100%!" Maxim said approvingly, "now I know what's contraindicated for her. You can be sure."

Everyone smiled and clinked glasses, though Max still limited himself to tea, as he still had to drive me home.

— "So, Maxim, is this your beautiful girlfriend or already your wife?" Aliko asked, watching as I clumsily covered my ring with my other hand.

Max looked at me sheepishly and said: "No, no. This is my friend. Just decided to invite her to the theater."

— "Wow! Good man!" Archil smiled.

Looking at my watch, I winked at Max and pointed to it. We started to gather our things, but then Aliko stopped us.

— "And where are you off to? Are you late or something?" Aliko asked.

— "Yes, we have it in 15 minutes," I said.

— "Listen, Max, I forgave you for the car, and I don't want to take anything from you, but still, I don't want to leave empty-handed," Aliko said with a smile.

— "And?" Max asked, looking up and smiling.

— "I looked at Katerina... she's not wearing a bra, as I understand it, right?"

— "Whaaat???" I asked, stunned.

Archil continued: "She's your friend anyway, not your girlfriend. Let me feel her breasts as a farewell."

Max was simultaneously stunned and embarrassed, but at the same moment he burst out laughing. He looked at me and said, "Come on, let's go, we're late." He tried to take my hand but missed, and at that moment I sat down on the sofa. Aliko smiled.

His right hand dove under my neckline and began kneading my right breast. In the end, he squeezed my nipple and made a pulling motion to the side, causing my right breast to slip out from under the neckline. Taken by surprise, I slapped him and put it back. I really hope no one among the patrons at the time saw it. Aliko just smiled and said, "Nice! All the best, guys! Have a good time."

When we left and ran to the theater, Max asked me.

— "Hey, what the!!! Just unbelievable! I told you, let's go! And you went and sat down next to him!? How could you!?"

— "Well, damn, I thought you said we were out of time and had to leave quickly. So I sat down next to him so he wouldn't delay us!"

— "Unbelievable, Katya! I would never have thought something like this was possible with you!"

He still didn't know how we used to party with my girlfriends back in university, but I still understood that I had messed up badly, very badly. This was a first for me! And the fact that I had only been married for two weeks weighed on me heavily. But once at the play, I relaxed. It was all very cool, after all, Max knows how to pick what to see at the theater.

Leaving the theater, we headed to the car. Max opened the door for me, and there on the right I saw the dent I had made again. Something immediately sank inside me. We got in the car and drove off. We talked, but as we approached my house, we spoke less and less. I could see Max was very worried about the car. Arriving home, I thanked Maxim for the evening, as it really was great.

— "Thank you!" Max said flatly. That stung a little.

— "I'm sorry about the car," I began, "I'm such a klutz."

— "Come on, don't apologize," Max said through gritted teeth.

— "How can I not apologize. How much does the car cost?" I decided to ask.

— "A lot, Katya, a lot. A whole lot. At least for me."

I had never felt such guilt after such a good evening and decided to offer: "Well, ask for whatever you want! I understand I messed up."

— "Really, whatever I want???" Max asked with a slight smile.

— "Yes."

— "I think my wishes won't be to your liking," Max said sheepishly, smiling.

— "Ahem ahem... you want sex?" I blurted out.

— "No, no, no! Although..."

— "Although what?" I interrupted him.

— "Not exactly," said Max.

— "What do you mean 'not exactly'?" I asked in surprise.

— "Okay, be online tomorrow. I'll write to you. But I didn't twist your arm," Max said with a smile. We both smiled and I kissed Max, thanking him for the evening.

The next day, opening my eyes around 10 and going online, Max immediately wrote to me. That brought me to my senses a bit. After an hour of chatting, eating, and washing up. He invited me for a walk in the park. And then the most interesting part began.

— "I hope what you said yesterday is still valid?" Max inquired.

— "If you're talking about wishes... then for now, yes," I said coquettishly.

— "Are you still a businesswoman?"

— "Yes, still. I go to work in a suit."

— "Then my request is to wear it."

— "And that's it?" I asked, perplexed and smiling.

— "You didn't understand, wear only it. The jacket on your bare skin."

— "Are you in your right mind?" I laughed.

— "I am, Katya. You said yourself, anything."

— "Well, within reason, of course."

— "So sex is within reason for you, but coming in such an outfit isn't?"

— "Well, of course not..." I didn't know what to write.

— "Then come as I asked. It'll be great! If you don't do it, you'll owe me double!" Max wrote with smileys.

With a heavy heart, I agreed. The only thing that was really bad was that the park was in my neighborhood.

— "Oh, and Katya, one more thing. Condition: the buttons must be unbuttoned. And don't stop me."

Thinking that I would ride the subway with the buttons fastened anyway, I agreed. We arranged to meet at three. The weather promised to be good, and by three in the afternoon the ground had heated up so much that it was probably about thirty degrees in the sun. I started putting on my work business suit with slightly cropped pants. I threw the jacket over my bare body and started looking at myself in the mirror. Yeah, the look was certainly something. Like a girl who wants to fuck everyone.

When it's all buttoned up, maybe it looks okay, but at the same time it's visible that I'm not wearing a bra, and when I unbutton the jacket buttons, it immediately pulls open to my nipples. And from the side, you can see the contours of my breasts. This, of course, embarrassed me terribly. But I was already committed. Okay, to hell with this jacket. I buttoned it up, put on lipstick, and ran to the meeting. Going outside, I realized that, one could say, I dressed for the weather. It was really hot. And once in the subway, on the contrary, I realized it was kind of chilly, after all, the air was blowing on my body quite a bit.

While I was riding, I almost went crazy. There weren't many people, but it kept seeming like all the men were looking at me. And no matter how I stood, it was visible from different angles. In the end, I sat at the end of the car in a corner to ride my three stations normally. Going up the escalator, my heart started pounding. This was all very unusual. Going up, I saw Maxim and walked towards him; a moment later he looked up and, smiling, shook his head.

— "What is it?" I said, smiling.

— "Penalty sanctions, Katya! Who buttons up the jacket?" Max said and deftly unbuttoned both buttons, "and now I need to check something," saying this, Max slipped his hand under the jacket and groped my right breast with his left hand.

— "And here everything is excellent! You didn't lie, you came as agreed!" Max rejoiced, "Your breasts, of course... pass!"

— "Tsk tsk!" I clicked, "let's go outside already!" Then he carelessly made a motion to the side and my breast was exposed. At that time, two Chinese men entered the subway who managed to exclaim "Wow!" At that moment, we exited the subway and headed to the park. Walking along the path, the wind picked up, which swung my jacket from side to side. I tried to button up, but Max wouldn't let me, so on one side I pressed against Max, and with the other hand I held my jacket closed.

If you disregard this fact, with my bare body and jacket, the walk was wonderful. The conversation was fun and engaging. I even often forgot myself. And because of that, I definitely flashed my breast about ten times. When I was buying ice cream for Max and me, a couple was standing to our right. The man was staring at me non-stop, and a moment later his girlfriend said to me: "Well, how? Aren't you ashamed?" And from suddenness and confusion, I blurted out: "I lost a bet to him" and pointed at Max.

The girl's face instantly changed, and the stone and contempt left her stern face, replaced by a charming smile. However, this didn't save her man from a hit on the head—"stop staring at her," she blurted out. After walking for another four hours, we came to a gazebo on the shore of the bay. Approaching the water, we started looking into the distance, and at that moment Max stood behind me. We were talking, and at the same time Maxim started putting his hands under my jacket and groping me.

— "Maaaax, we only agreed on a walk dressed like this!"

— "Not only. Remember I said you shouldn't stop me?"

— "Well, there was something like that," I said vaguely, remembering.

— "So don't stop me," he said with a sly smile, kissing me behind the earlobe.

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