The chapter of today is calm but very important for the ending. I hope you like it.
Days passed without us conversing with Lorena again, beyond good mornings or good afternoons. She was seen as calm, mistress of herself, and more beautiful than ever. I really got excited just seeing her, and she noticed my loss of control and smiled eagerly at everyone she crossed paths with.
I thought about leaving it for a month, but in reality it was too much for the anxieties I had of being with her. And besides, I needed to be with her one night. I needed to wake up beside her, even if it was just once.
And at the same time, I needed her to feel that her husband was a cuck and that he deserved it.
During several nights I turned the idea over in my mind and had to masturbate twice due to the heat it brought.
She, on the other hand, convinced of dominating the situation, only waited for me to give up and invite her over to spend the afternoon at my house.
And suddenly, my mind lit up. It could work. It was so absurd that it could even have success.
On Monday, I managed to get Lorena's husband's mobile number and called him. At first, he didn't recognize me until finally he understood who I was. I asked him to come over in the afternoon to my house and not tell his wife, as I would explain later. He seemed surprised but accepted.
That afternoon, Raúl, Lorena's husband, knocked on the door of my house.
I opened it and there he was. Fat, with a disheveled appearance, little did he have in common with the piece of woman he had at home. He deserved the horns I was putting on him.
Come on in, Raúl. I'm glad you came.
Thanks, Daniel. I was surprised by your call and this secrecy thing, he said as he let himself fall onto the couch where his wife had been a few days earlier. I swear it got me excited just thinking about it.
I hope you listened. Before his affirmation, I calmed down.
Tell me. You know everything is very insecure. and I don't want to leave everything alone.
- Explain what it's about, he said, relaxing in the armchair.
- Very simple. I'll let you know the days I have to travel and you come and set up here. You have to stay all night until I get back, without moving. You can watch TV, eat, drink, everything in the house is at your disposal. But I don't want the house to be alone at any moment. When I get back, I'll pay you 300 pesos for your trouble. Is that okay?
His face lit up. Easy money for sleeping. It was a dream.
- Well, there's no problem from my side. But I don't understand why not telling Lorena anything.
- Look, I'll explain. I heard the comment that you were unemployed, and since I had this task, I wanted to tell you about it, and I don't want your wife to know. I don't want her to think I'm doing it as a work colleague, or that I'm aware of the rumors. You understand, I don't want your wife to think she owes me anything. On the contrary. I'll be in debt to you if you accept, but I repeat. This has to be between you and me.
- And when do I start?
- It's probably Saturday, but I'll confirm on Friday. You have my number so I'll let you know.
- What should I bring?
- Nothing. Bah, just what you need to sleep. Everything else will be at your disposal in the house, I said kindly.
He scanned the room with his eyes and noticed the imported whisky bottle that I had left out on the coffee table.
- When you say everyone, does that include that bottle?
I looked at him innocently.
- Of course. I don't drink, but if you want to try it, I'll pour you a glass.
- Honestly, I'd like to. Never tried that brand, and it's just too expensive for me.
- Don't worry about it. My clients always give me these bottles as gifts.
I got up and poured him a generous measure. And besides, I brought the bottle closer. My plan was working.
We kept talking for a bit longer and he told me how good it was because his wife never stopped complaining that there wasn't enough money reinforced my idea that I shouldn't tell his wife anything. He finished his glass and immediately I served him another.
Slowly, I led the conversation towards women.
- You're really lucky to be single and able to do whatever you want. And with money too, he said while continuing to drink.
- Well, I don't think you have much to complain about. I don't know your wife very well, but she seems like a very good woman
- Yes, she is good, but the fact that she earns more than me is a problem. I feel belittled as a man in front of her.
- Well, she always praises you, relax.
- Yes, maybe she praises me outside, but it's not what I feel at home.
- I don't understand, I said while refilling his glass, and despite understanding very well.
- This whisky is really good. I hope you'll let me keep the bottle when I leave.
- That goes without saying. But you didn't answer.
A tense silence fell as he took another drink. His face was starting to turn red from the alcohol, and it was clear that he had little control left. The cuck, besides enjoying drinking, had no resistance to alcohol, and that's a dangerous mix for keeping secrets.
- It's very intimate, but I feel like we're among friends. Honestly, it's been a long time since we've had good sex. Every time I try, she finds an excuse. Even last weekend, she went out all Saturday and came back very happy. I thought it was my chance, but that night, we did it, and I got really excited from the start, which made me finish quickly, and then she fell asleep immediately without reaching orgasm. I felt like I had actually masturbated more than having sex.
- Well, years of being married are like that, I said, routine changes things, but I imagine she was always very reserved about everything sexual, at least it seems when treating her at work.
- Whatever. You don't know what it was like when we were dating. Any place was good for sex. And she loved doing everything. But now it's just two shots and to sleep, he said bitterly finishing his cup.
- And what did you like most?
- Well, I lose track when they kiss my ears, and I loved the puppy position.
- Come on, you even got him, I said sarcastically.
- No, that was something he never wanted to do, no matter how much I insisted, but in everything else he was first.
- I understood now why it had cost him so little to take the initiative.
- It gave me a pang of guilt and I didn't want to keep serving him. I told him I had things to do, to excuse himself, and we parted ways. The first part of my plan was already underway.
- The next day, I passed by the file. Lorena looked nervous and angry.
- What's wrong? I asked innocently.
- Nothing that concerns you, and don't get upset, she said, realizing her overreaction.
- Sorry, regardless of everything, I thought we were still friends. At least I want to remain so when we finish our commercial relationship, I said smiling.
- Nothing important, but my useless husband, who doesn't work, came home drunk last night, went to bed and is still sleeping like a monkey, she said angrily. And on top of that, he doesn't bring money home, I don't know where he got the money for the alcohol.
- A gesture of compassion and guilt marked my face, which caught her attention.
- It would be good if you had a minute to come to my office. Just about your husband, I want to talk to you.
- At the hour, Lorena came to my office.
- What do you have to say?
- Sorry, Lorena, but it seems to me that I have some responsibility in what happened with your husband.
- She sat down, surprised.
- I don't understand.
- Yesterday I met him.
- Her eyes opened like lanterns.
- Did you go crazy?
- Sorry, but I wanted to get to know him. After all, I'm sleeping with his wife. The least I can do is try to understand your relationship.
- My relationship has no problems, and I don't know who the hell gave you the right to interfere in my life, she said enraged.
- We spoke for a long time. And most of the time was yours.
Your face turned pale.
- I don't know what you have to talk about me.
- We're talking about sex in your marriage, and how your husband feels.
- I can't believe the miserable one has entered into your game.
- The thing is that on Saturday, you'll take your kids out of your house. Send them to sleep at another place.
Her gaze remained frozen. She didn't understand anything.
- I don't understand what you're referring to.
- Your little husband sold me, Lorena.
- How did he sell me?
- If you know what I mean. He'll let me spend the night with you for money.
If I was furious before, now I seemed about to explode.
- What? What? What?
- It's very simple. I told him I liked you and in exchange for money he won't sleep at your house on Saturday and will let me try to possess you. What he doesn't know is that this has already been agreed with you.
- I can't believe this lie, she said, stirring in her chair.
- Well, that's the thing. I gave him an advance and I imagine he drank it. That's why he arrived at your house drunk.
Her face indicated that she was starting to doubt whether everything was a lie.
- Stop inventing.
- We agreed that you wouldn't say anything. You would decide how far to go, and he never would make any comment. If you ask him if he talked to me, he'll deny it, but on Saturday he'll find an excuse to sleep outside the house, and won't come back until I've left. You can try asking him, but remember that you have an obligation to me, and we agreed that if I managed to spend the night with you, you would be in agreement.
She looked at me trying to know if I was telling the truth.
- On the other hand, when he returns on Sunday, just check. He'll have 300 pesos somewhere.
- 300 pesos? Did my husband sell me for 300 pesos? She said now angry at the amount.
- Lorena, it's not my fault that you're worth more to me than to him. There is no price in this world for which I would give you away, and it doesn't matter how badly she passes. You don't have a price, I told her softly, and her face showed that she was taking the blow of my Unexpected tenderness and she calmed down.
- I swear I won't ask her anything, because I still have a commitment to you, but if I find that money on her, she'll be in for it.
- She will probably find a way to invent a story about how she got the money. Leave it alone. As I said, relax and enjoy, because what's coming is inevitable and can be very pleasant for everyone. And as we pass by, including the cuck, which she noticed immediately.
- It's fine. You'll fulfill your dream.
- Three things then. 1st: Get your kids out of your house, at least until Sunday afternoon. 2nd: Don't tell your husband anything about this, because he doesn't know about our arrangement and if he finds out you'll have few arguments to scold him; and 3rd) I'm going to sleep, so take this money and buy some sexy clothes and wait for me like that.
- Or almost naked, she said without losing her irritation.
- We'll sleep together in your marital bed. I want you there where your husband has you every night, even if he's unable to enjoy and make you enjoy like I do, I said smiling.
- Don't believe it. It's still a business, and luckily the contract is already over.
- Well then, at my house on Saturday night, and now mature that I'm busy and we don't want anyone to suspect, right?
- She turned around and left without saying goodbye.
The week went by normally and on Friday morning I told Raúl he had to be at my place on Saturday at 9 pm.
On Saturday afternoon I organized everything. I arranged the house and left a bottle of imported whisky visible, which I knew would be irresistible for Raúl.
At 9 pm the cuck arrived. I showed him around the whole house, his room, how everything worked, and I was happy when I noticed he was looking at the bottle insistently that I had left out on purpose. I took it and served him a drink, inviting him to sit down.
- Then Raúl, you can use everything you see, you can Eat everything in the kitchen and take what you want. There's no problem. The only thing is, don't leave the house under any circumstances. - I understand Diego, don't worry. - It's important that you don't leave because I have a date and if everything goes well, at some point tonight I'll come back with someone and if that's the case, I'll call my landline to ask you to leave and clear out the house before I arrive. If things don't go like that, then when I get here in the morning you can leave. - Ok. So it's a romantic date, he said finishing his first glass. Is the girl known? - I don't think so, I said, although this is a small town, everyone has an absolute poker face. - At least tell me what she's like. - Nothing out of the ordinary, I lied. In reality Lorena was a slut from another world. - Single or married? - Ah, you're curious. - Well, at least tell me if she has a steady partner. - Honestly, yes, but she won't be tonight. - Congratulations. There are guys who deserve to have their partners cheat on them. The only thing I ask is that you screw her for me too, if you can. I laughed innocently. - Consider it done Raúl, consider it done, but don't tell my wife the excuse I gave her. - I told her I'd been invited to a card game in another city and would stay overnight with a friend who lives nearby. On the way back, I can justify where the money is coming from, he said, just in case she suspects. - And what did she say? - She didn't say much, just that she shouldn't come back with debts, that later on she'd have to accept anything to settle them. - You're really a smart guy. You deserve more luck, Raúl, I said. I stayed for a bit longer with him, made sure he kept drinking, and at 10 pm, I left for Lorena's house. At that moment, I was the happiest man in the world. I was going to have her all night long, one of the most appetizing women I'd ever found. I sighed contentedly. It was our last agreed-upon encounter. I had faith that, after this night, there would be many more.
Days passed without us conversing with Lorena again, beyond good mornings or good afternoons. She was seen as calm, mistress of herself, and more beautiful than ever. I really got excited just seeing her, and she noticed my loss of control and smiled eagerly at everyone she crossed paths with.
I thought about leaving it for a month, but in reality it was too much for the anxieties I had of being with her. And besides, I needed to be with her one night. I needed to wake up beside her, even if it was just once.
And at the same time, I needed her to feel that her husband was a cuck and that he deserved it.
During several nights I turned the idea over in my mind and had to masturbate twice due to the heat it brought.
She, on the other hand, convinced of dominating the situation, only waited for me to give up and invite her over to spend the afternoon at my house.
And suddenly, my mind lit up. It could work. It was so absurd that it could even have success.
On Monday, I managed to get Lorena's husband's mobile number and called him. At first, he didn't recognize me until finally he understood who I was. I asked him to come over in the afternoon to my house and not tell his wife, as I would explain later. He seemed surprised but accepted.
That afternoon, Raúl, Lorena's husband, knocked on the door of my house.
I opened it and there he was. Fat, with a disheveled appearance, little did he have in common with the piece of woman he had at home. He deserved the horns I was putting on him.
Come on in, Raúl. I'm glad you came.
Thanks, Daniel. I was surprised by your call and this secrecy thing, he said as he let himself fall onto the couch where his wife had been a few days earlier. I swear it got me excited just thinking about it.
I hope you listened. Before his affirmation, I calmed down.
Tell me. You know everything is very insecure. and I don't want to leave everything alone.
- Explain what it's about, he said, relaxing in the armchair.
- Very simple. I'll let you know the days I have to travel and you come and set up here. You have to stay all night until I get back, without moving. You can watch TV, eat, drink, everything in the house is at your disposal. But I don't want the house to be alone at any moment. When I get back, I'll pay you 300 pesos for your trouble. Is that okay?
His face lit up. Easy money for sleeping. It was a dream.
- Well, there's no problem from my side. But I don't understand why not telling Lorena anything.
- Look, I'll explain. I heard the comment that you were unemployed, and since I had this task, I wanted to tell you about it, and I don't want your wife to know. I don't want her to think I'm doing it as a work colleague, or that I'm aware of the rumors. You understand, I don't want your wife to think she owes me anything. On the contrary. I'll be in debt to you if you accept, but I repeat. This has to be between you and me.
- And when do I start?
- It's probably Saturday, but I'll confirm on Friday. You have my number so I'll let you know.
- What should I bring?
- Nothing. Bah, just what you need to sleep. Everything else will be at your disposal in the house, I said kindly.
He scanned the room with his eyes and noticed the imported whisky bottle that I had left out on the coffee table.
- When you say everyone, does that include that bottle?
I looked at him innocently.
- Of course. I don't drink, but if you want to try it, I'll pour you a glass.
- Honestly, I'd like to. Never tried that brand, and it's just too expensive for me.
- Don't worry about it. My clients always give me these bottles as gifts.
I got up and poured him a generous measure. And besides, I brought the bottle closer. My plan was working.
We kept talking for a bit longer and he told me how good it was because his wife never stopped complaining that there wasn't enough money reinforced my idea that I shouldn't tell his wife anything. He finished his glass and immediately I served him another.
Slowly, I led the conversation towards women.
- You're really lucky to be single and able to do whatever you want. And with money too, he said while continuing to drink.
- Well, I don't think you have much to complain about. I don't know your wife very well, but she seems like a very good woman
- Yes, she is good, but the fact that she earns more than me is a problem. I feel belittled as a man in front of her.
- Well, she always praises you, relax.
- Yes, maybe she praises me outside, but it's not what I feel at home.
- I don't understand, I said while refilling his glass, and despite understanding very well.
- This whisky is really good. I hope you'll let me keep the bottle when I leave.
- That goes without saying. But you didn't answer.
A tense silence fell as he took another drink. His face was starting to turn red from the alcohol, and it was clear that he had little control left. The cuck, besides enjoying drinking, had no resistance to alcohol, and that's a dangerous mix for keeping secrets.
- It's very intimate, but I feel like we're among friends. Honestly, it's been a long time since we've had good sex. Every time I try, she finds an excuse. Even last weekend, she went out all Saturday and came back very happy. I thought it was my chance, but that night, we did it, and I got really excited from the start, which made me finish quickly, and then she fell asleep immediately without reaching orgasm. I felt like I had actually masturbated more than having sex.
- Well, years of being married are like that, I said, routine changes things, but I imagine she was always very reserved about everything sexual, at least it seems when treating her at work.
- Whatever. You don't know what it was like when we were dating. Any place was good for sex. And she loved doing everything. But now it's just two shots and to sleep, he said bitterly finishing his cup.
- And what did you like most?
- Well, I lose track when they kiss my ears, and I loved the puppy position.
- Come on, you even got him, I said sarcastically.
- No, that was something he never wanted to do, no matter how much I insisted, but in everything else he was first.
- I understood now why it had cost him so little to take the initiative.
- It gave me a pang of guilt and I didn't want to keep serving him. I told him I had things to do, to excuse himself, and we parted ways. The first part of my plan was already underway.
- The next day, I passed by the file. Lorena looked nervous and angry.
- What's wrong? I asked innocently.
- Nothing that concerns you, and don't get upset, she said, realizing her overreaction.
- Sorry, regardless of everything, I thought we were still friends. At least I want to remain so when we finish our commercial relationship, I said smiling.
- Nothing important, but my useless husband, who doesn't work, came home drunk last night, went to bed and is still sleeping like a monkey, she said angrily. And on top of that, he doesn't bring money home, I don't know where he got the money for the alcohol.
- A gesture of compassion and guilt marked my face, which caught her attention.
- It would be good if you had a minute to come to my office. Just about your husband, I want to talk to you.
- At the hour, Lorena came to my office.
- What do you have to say?
- Sorry, Lorena, but it seems to me that I have some responsibility in what happened with your husband.
- She sat down, surprised.
- I don't understand.
- Yesterday I met him.
- Her eyes opened like lanterns.
- Did you go crazy?
- Sorry, but I wanted to get to know him. After all, I'm sleeping with his wife. The least I can do is try to understand your relationship.
- My relationship has no problems, and I don't know who the hell gave you the right to interfere in my life, she said enraged.
- We spoke for a long time. And most of the time was yours.
Your face turned pale.
- I don't know what you have to talk about me.
- We're talking about sex in your marriage, and how your husband feels.
- I can't believe the miserable one has entered into your game.
- The thing is that on Saturday, you'll take your kids out of your house. Send them to sleep at another place.
Her gaze remained frozen. She didn't understand anything.
- I don't understand what you're referring to.
- Your little husband sold me, Lorena.
- How did he sell me?
- If you know what I mean. He'll let me spend the night with you for money.
If I was furious before, now I seemed about to explode.
- What? What? What?
- It's very simple. I told him I liked you and in exchange for money he won't sleep at your house on Saturday and will let me try to possess you. What he doesn't know is that this has already been agreed with you.
- I can't believe this lie, she said, stirring in her chair.
- Well, that's the thing. I gave him an advance and I imagine he drank it. That's why he arrived at your house drunk.
Her face indicated that she was starting to doubt whether everything was a lie.
- Stop inventing.
- We agreed that you wouldn't say anything. You would decide how far to go, and he never would make any comment. If you ask him if he talked to me, he'll deny it, but on Saturday he'll find an excuse to sleep outside the house, and won't come back until I've left. You can try asking him, but remember that you have an obligation to me, and we agreed that if I managed to spend the night with you, you would be in agreement.
She looked at me trying to know if I was telling the truth.
- On the other hand, when he returns on Sunday, just check. He'll have 300 pesos somewhere.
- 300 pesos? Did my husband sell me for 300 pesos? She said now angry at the amount.
- Lorena, it's not my fault that you're worth more to me than to him. There is no price in this world for which I would give you away, and it doesn't matter how badly she passes. You don't have a price, I told her softly, and her face showed that she was taking the blow of my Unexpected tenderness and she calmed down.
- I swear I won't ask her anything, because I still have a commitment to you, but if I find that money on her, she'll be in for it.
- She will probably find a way to invent a story about how she got the money. Leave it alone. As I said, relax and enjoy, because what's coming is inevitable and can be very pleasant for everyone. And as we pass by, including the cuck, which she noticed immediately.
- It's fine. You'll fulfill your dream.
- Three things then. 1st: Get your kids out of your house, at least until Sunday afternoon. 2nd: Don't tell your husband anything about this, because he doesn't know about our arrangement and if he finds out you'll have few arguments to scold him; and 3rd) I'm going to sleep, so take this money and buy some sexy clothes and wait for me like that.
- Or almost naked, she said without losing her irritation.
- We'll sleep together in your marital bed. I want you there where your husband has you every night, even if he's unable to enjoy and make you enjoy like I do, I said smiling.
- Don't believe it. It's still a business, and luckily the contract is already over.
- Well then, at my house on Saturday night, and now mature that I'm busy and we don't want anyone to suspect, right?
- She turned around and left without saying goodbye.
The week went by normally and on Friday morning I told Raúl he had to be at my place on Saturday at 9 pm.
On Saturday afternoon I organized everything. I arranged the house and left a bottle of imported whisky visible, which I knew would be irresistible for Raúl.
At 9 pm the cuck arrived. I showed him around the whole house, his room, how everything worked, and I was happy when I noticed he was looking at the bottle insistently that I had left out on purpose. I took it and served him a drink, inviting him to sit down.
- Then Raúl, you can use everything you see, you can Eat everything in the kitchen and take what you want. There's no problem. The only thing is, don't leave the house under any circumstances. - I understand Diego, don't worry. - It's important that you don't leave because I have a date and if everything goes well, at some point tonight I'll come back with someone and if that's the case, I'll call my landline to ask you to leave and clear out the house before I arrive. If things don't go like that, then when I get here in the morning you can leave. - Ok. So it's a romantic date, he said finishing his first glass. Is the girl known? - I don't think so, I said, although this is a small town, everyone has an absolute poker face. - At least tell me what she's like. - Nothing out of the ordinary, I lied. In reality Lorena was a slut from another world. - Single or married? - Ah, you're curious. - Well, at least tell me if she has a steady partner. - Honestly, yes, but she won't be tonight. - Congratulations. There are guys who deserve to have their partners cheat on them. The only thing I ask is that you screw her for me too, if you can. I laughed innocently. - Consider it done Raúl, consider it done, but don't tell my wife the excuse I gave her. - I told her I'd been invited to a card game in another city and would stay overnight with a friend who lives nearby. On the way back, I can justify where the money is coming from, he said, just in case she suspects. - And what did she say? - She didn't say much, just that she shouldn't come back with debts, that later on she'd have to accept anything to settle them. - You're really a smart guy. You deserve more luck, Raúl, I said. I stayed for a bit longer with him, made sure he kept drinking, and at 10 pm, I left for Lorena's house. At that moment, I was the happiest man in the world. I was going to have her all night long, one of the most appetizing women I'd ever found. I sighed contentedly. It was our last agreed-upon encounter. I had faith that, after this night, there would be many more.
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