Clara, my wife. Part 1.
I woke up only in bed. Clara wasn't there and that was strange, usually she was the one who stayed late under the sheets.
I heard someone masturbating in the kitchen and that's where I headed. They were preparing a coffee and had their laptop open. When they saw me, they were surprised and I was even more puzzled.
What's up? Where are you going so early?
I've been scared, I didn't expect it... I'm packing my luggage, I'm leaving tomorrow morning.
Did I miss it? Where? You hadn't told me anything. For how long?
Five or six days, depending on the links...
I don't know where you're going.
It's complicated... It's a village, about which I had notice in the office. Attention was drawn to some of its customs and I want to get to know it. Said, I'm going tomorrow...
---And don't I count? We could go the two of us, couldn't we? - Her expression of anger surprised me.
Oh no! When I ask you to come with me on some work trip and you leave me alone now... Well, I'll deal with it, but then don't complain if...
Sique, is there something I should know? All this is very strange, Clara...
Selevantó airada and went to look for her cell phone in the living room, talked for a few minutes and when she came back...
It's all set up, but as I said, don't complain later; the trip will be difficult, it's about a lost village in the mountains of Transilvania...
Is Transylvania in Romania, then?
Yes, but in the mountains, a lost village that can be accessed on horseback or on foot.
Ah...He won't have anything to do with that Romanian guy who was working with you at the travel agency... His name was...
Laszlo, yes, he was the one who spoke to me about his habits, his way of life, without electricity, no mobiles or phone and...
---And are we going to a village that still lives in the Middle Ages?
Ah yes! I want to live that experience! That's why I didn't tell you, I knew you'd oppose it and...
Alright, don't get worked up!... I've already told you I'm coming with you...
Don't you dare ruin my trip with your criticisms! I want a peaceful journey...
Okay, I won't open my mouth during the entire trip; I'll call the office to let them know I'll be out for a week. They owe me several days.
It surprised me that she was carrying so little luggage, everything fit in a backpack. I thought to myself; if what she said is true, we had to walk to get to the village... I preferred to carry only the essentials.
Boarding an airplane from Madrid to Bucharest. The flight was pleasant. However, Clara was nervous, something was bothering her, but she wasn't telling me what.
To my questions he would respond with monosyllables, didn't speak. I started to think that the trip, in reality was the way to meet up with Laszlo, with whom maybe, while they were work colleagues, had some romance.
We had been married for five years and I never gave me reasons to suspect that he had cheated on me, but... The doubt started to eat away at me.
In Bucharest we took a taxi to the railway station. The departure of the train we were waiting for would be delayed by four hours. Sitting in the cafeteria, while waiting...
Clara, I see you acting strange, if you have something to tell me say it now; is there anything between you and Laszlo?
Are you an idiot?! No! I don't have a thing with Laszlo! He just told me about his life in the village and I wanted to know if it was true or if he was just talking for the sake of talking.
Alright, alright, but can't you deny that something attracts you? No?
No, Luis, I love you, but... — She threw herself into my arms and started crying.
Tell me what's wrong with you. I'll understand. Whatever it is, we'll get through it together.
No, Luis, leave it alone, we'll talk about it on the way back.
But will there be a comeback? Why did I come to think that your intention was to leave alone and stay with him?
Fixedly remembered and with a look of disdain he told me:
NoLuis, I'm not going to stay with him. I'll come back to you and...
Leave it clear. We're not getting tangled up again.
The train ride was... Sometimes it reminded me of American western movies. After ten hours of rattling and numerous stops, we arrived at a solitary station. There, an old man awaited us with a horse. He loaded our backpacks and invited Clara to mount up, while we would walk on foot.
It was midday. The path continued upwards, the rivulets of a brook. It was really a precious landscape. As it was summer I took off my shirt that I was wearing and the old man, by signs, indicated to me not to do so. The sun would burn me. I listened.
After a couple of hours of walking, we spotted a little house near the stream. A young, very beautiful woman was washing clothes in the river. A girl of about three or four years old approached her, gave her gentle slaps on the back, she turned around, saw us, smiled... She was only wearing a skirt that covered her from the waist down, her breasts were bare. She picked up the girl, sat down in the shade of a tree near the path, and started breastfeeding.
Passing by his side, the old man smiling, he greeted her amicably. Clara looked at me and also smiled... enigmatically. Our gazes also crossed. He smiled back.
We arrived at the village almost at nightfall. All the houses were made of wood, it was really a medieval village. The old man led us to the largest one, I supposed it was Laszlo's, and I was right.
It surprised me a lot to see him, I was expecting Clara alone, but he didn't put on a bad face. Twenty-five years old, dark-haired, tall, thin and I suppose attractive to women. He introduced me to his sister, Samira, a very young girl, I later found out she had turned eighteen just a month earlier. Shorter than her brother, blonde, blue-eyed... His beauty impressed me.
Lachica, who didn't speak a word of Spanish, led us to our room, we refreshed ourselves in a bucket and went down to dinner.
We were exhausted from the trip, we apologized and went up to rest.
It was eraser-like the silence and total darkness. Suddenly a thud was heard on the street and a voice saying - 'Zece și senin” – What they told us was that it was a kind of nocturnal vigilante that shouted the hour and meteorological time that made it. Specifically, —ten o'clock clear— I didn't hear the other hours.
The dream was restorative. Clara wasn't beside me. I went down and Laszlo was waiting for me to have breakfast. Neither Clara nor Samira were there. I sat down and had breakfast with him.
And Clara? - I asked.
With Samira, girl things.
I saw them leave a room, I assumed it was Samira's and ran upstairs. Then her sister came down alone, passed lightly but gave me time to glimpse that she had her breasts uncovered and went to her room. I apologized to Laszlo and went up to see Clara.
I found her finishing undressing with a wide skirt that had a lot of flow, she had the waist under the armpits and it reached down to the ankles.
But the dress, from under the breasts to the shoulders, where it was secured, was uncovered by the front, or rather, the tits were out in the open, holding themselves up over the waist of the skirt, which made them stand out even more.
What is this, Clara? Where are you going with that dress?
I'm sorry Luis, I can't explain it to you, let Laszlo tell you about it.
Having said that he left; he went down the stairs, Samira was waiting for him in the same way and they both left to go out.
When Laszlo saw me so exhausted, he came towards me, grabbed my arm and took me to a sofa. I sat down and buried my head between my hands.
What's wrong with you, Luis?
What's going on with me? What's happening to them walking half-naked down the street?
Relax... Didn't Clara tell you anything?
No! What should I have said?
Ah, I didn't know... that I had explained nothing... It's a long story that I'm going to try to summarize in a few words. Several hundred years ago, this village was besieged by an enemy army, and it took years for them to liberate themselves. When they finally did, they realized there were only a handful of men left, barely a dozen, most of whom were women. That combined with the difficulty of getting here, caused the population to dramatically decrease. They proposed different solutions, for example, that one man marry several women, but it turned out that due to a mumps epidemic they suffered, some men were sterile, as a consequence, many women didn't conceive. So we ended up with the current solution, which has worked until today, leaving it as a tradition.
And what's that solution, Laszlo? Although I fear the worst...
It's not that bad, Luis. You'll see, four times a year, on days calculated by the experts of the village, taking into account lunar phases, fertile days for women, I mean what they decide, the Big Day is celebrated. Which coincides with solstices and equinoxes, approximately. This day, or rather today is one of the four. The women dress as you've seen them, gather at the women's house, prepare tonight's dinner and rest for several hours. They lend themselves voluntarily, just like men who want to participate. You must follow traditional rules, The clothing, you've seen the women, men also have to sign up and dress appropriately, I already did it thinking you would want to participate, didn't you?
Okay, all that is very good but what do you do next?
When they give the ten o'clock at night, women are prepared, caregivers open the house doors and let us in.
What happens then?
When you enter, you'll see a long table in the center filled with food and drink. Don't overdo it. On both sides of the room, you'll see cabins, each containing a woman. You can't look at her face, if you do they'll kick you out. Only her body, from waist to below, is visible, although the light is very dim and you can barely see. You only have to enter a cabin with the curtain open, that means it's not occupied. You go in, close the curtain, and make love with the woman offered to you, and when you're done, leave the curtain open so another one can come in. The cabins with chains preventing passage are empty, there's no one. That's why there usually are more cabins than women.
Oh my god Laszlo! Do you mean to say that Clara will be in one of those cabins letting everyone who comes along screw her?!
Ah yes, Luis, I thought you already knew. Haven't you seen that under the skirts, neither your wife nor my Samira have anything more. She knows it, she accepts it. She came today specifically for that.
No, I didn't think to lift her skirt, not hers or Samira's! How could that be? What I'm going to do is enter that house and take Clara away even if it's by force!
I don't advise you, Luis. There will be twenty-five or thirty women and they could kill you. If there's anything they hate it's the possessive man. Listen to me. Come with me, do what I do and... you can screw all night.
How can it be that all night? I've never been able to come more than a couple of times in one night in my life...
Jajajaja... Don't worry about that... The witches from the village are preparing potions for them to be receptive and for us to last hours copulating. Now I advise you to go upstairs and rest, we have a very lively night ahead of us. By the way, when you enter a cabin and close the curtain, you should finish what you started, otherwise the caretakers will throw you out on the street. And if you need some encouragement, you can ask the pregnant women or those with small children walking outside to facilitate things for you through fellatio, but don't overdo it.
I went out to the street. I didn't know what to think; maybe they were pulling my leg, or it was a TV show with hidden cameras… I took a turn around the streets and didn't see any women, just two or three old men, very old, beating esparto. Maybe Laszlo is telling the truth and the young people are resting.
Upon returning to my host's house, I heard his snoring in the room. What if he wasn't lying? I decided to make an issue of it and sleep.
In any case I would come well.
It was getting dark, evening was falling when Laszlo woke me up.
Come on Luis, put this on, I don't want to be late.
Half a wide-sleeved shirt, open to the chest, he wore an equal one, even the same purple color and a faldellín like those used by Romans, only this was open in front. He gave a demonstration, as if a curtain on each side, revealing his masculine attributes. I got dressed. As I went down, I saw that there were two cups with a strange drink on the table. He offered me one of them and took the other himself. I imitated him. Nothing mattered anymore. My wife was going to get fucked by a gang of roughnecks; what more could happen.
We went out onto the street. There wasn't a soul. We arrived at a one-story building, large. A door blocked our way. He knocked, pounding on a big knocker, and it opened, and we entered a reduced room where twelve or fifteen men of different ages, most young, were huddled together. Through a side door, Samir came in and approached to give each of us a kiss on the cheek. Behind Clara, she came towards me and kissed me on the lips briefly. Laszlo was kissed on the cheek. Three other women did the same with as many men, disappearing quickly through the same side door they had appeared from. Laszlo explained that the women who had family members at the entrance were allowed to leave to inform them of the cabin number assigned to them so they wouldn't enter and copulate with their daughter, sister, or mother. He had told them we were brothers, so they let him leave. Of course, she didn't tell me which cabin she was in. It was a hard blow. She didn't want me to know where she was.
A bell rang, two large doors opened. The salon was like it had been described to me. Men directed themselves each one to a wooden cabin, Lazlo was one of the first, I waited a little. I observed that there would be twenty-five cabins, but only fourteen were occupied, I headed to one of them with the hope that it would be Clara, but no, I didn't have luck. It was quite more plump. Lying on her back she had pulled up her wide skirt and covered her face with it. I observed that in one of the folds she had a mesh, like a burka, through which she could see me. Then I noticed my fallopian tube was totally erect, no doubt, I aimed and inserted once. I moved bouncing and in a few minutes I spilled inside.
They were whimpering, lamenting, both of them and him. They were hearing moans, lamentations, screams, both of them and him. All a symphony of sexual dissonance. I detected a whimper to my right that reminded me of the ones Clara would produce when she came.
I finished, opened the curtain and stayed outside pretending to drink something while the cabin where I suspected Clara was emptying out. I saw Laszlo leave, left the curtain open but another one was faster and entered. I had to go to another cabin next door whose moans were also familiar to me. I didn't recognize the vaginal opening it wasn't Clara. Besides, it seemed like a virgin anal one, due to the narrowness of the slit. It was more narrow, soft, very warm and I entered it. When I finished, I had managed to make her, whoever she was, reach climax three times. I touched her butt and didn't stop me. She seemed a virgin from behind. Slowly I introduced my finger, lubricating with the abundant quantity of her secretions, joined to those that had already perforated and left her semen between her lips. I managed to put in two more fingers until I took them out and replaced them with my penis which was still hard and firm. When entering the glans gave a little cry and she stayed quiet, I waited for her sphincter to adapt and it was she who started moving looking for deeper penetration. My fingers excited the clitoris. I glimpsed her hands in the armpits, pinching them, torturing them. A scream, a push and we both reached climax at the same time. I didn't want to think. Only the excitement I felt between my legs and the opportunity to penetrate several vaginas in a short time.
As I terminate and open the curtain, I occupied the previous cabin again and waited; it was Laszlo who I saw leave from it, but I didn't lose time and entered to stop myself. She was lying on her back but upon entering she got up on all fours. Her sex was oozing semen. Her ass had also received its share, as it was also dripping. I cleaned what I could with my hand and rubbed it against the curtain. I thought I heard a giggle. After feeling the ass that was offered to me, I thought this might be Clara's. I penetrated her pussy with force, with rage, also her ass with my fingers. The more force I gave, the more she pushed back. Finally, she arrived and with her spasms, I poured her belly with my ejaculation.
Reaching the climax didn't mean I had satisfied myself. A knot in the garter was preventing me from enjoying it. It was something beyond my strength. I loved Clara with genuine passion and this situation overwhelmed me.
I entered three or four cabins more. I repeated in the third and fourth. Although the faloseguía was still standing, thanks to the hangover, my strength was already abandoning me. Six or seven of those who had entered initially were drunk lying on the floor. Two of the caregivers were picking them up and taking them directly to the street.
I sat down on one of the chairs and one of the caregivers, a young and beautiful woman, offered to help me. I recognized her. She was the woman who washed at the river and breastfed her daughter under the tree. Not long before, I had seen a guy cum in her mouth. She pushed him, spat, and rinsed her mouth several times with the drinks on the table. He persisted and wanted to throw her onto the table to penetrate her. She called one of her colleagues and they took him out to the street.
When she saw me, she approached and got down on her knees in front of me, caressing my penis, licking it. I stroked her head and signaled by signs that I didn't want to. I lifted her up and kissed her lips. She withdrew, signaling by signs that she had sucked others. I indicated that it didn't matter to me. She took my hands to her beautiful bare breasts that were dripping with cum, sucked them, and savored them. I loved the taste. Then she gave herself to me. She cleared the tablecloth, pulled up her skirt, undressed, and offered me her vulva, which had not been used that night. Didn't she want a new pregnancy? And why did she let me have it?
I knelt down and brought her to a loud pleasure with my tongue. Afterwards, with sweetness and much care, I introduced the cock into her delightful canal, put her legs over my shoulders and we screwed as if it were the end of the world. I turned around to see who, from the cabin that I suspected was Clara's, someone was peeking out, I thought I heard her crying. But they retreated when they saw me looking and I couldn't be sure it was her. Tears were running down my face as I unloaded in the belly of that young mother, who had offered herself to me so endearingly.
As I terminated, I could see that there was nobody left in the cabins. Everyone had gone except for Laszlo, who told me to wait until we leave with Samira and Clara.
Strippers accompanied us to the entrance lounge so we couldn't know which cabins each of the women was coming from.
Reflecting my sorrowful face... I her pale and saddened face. She hugged me, she kissed me...
I didn't respond to her kiss. She detected my coldness and burst into tears.
Forgive me, Luis! I had to do it! I love you!
We'll talk. I'm very tired now.
Woke up when we got to the house and went straight to bed. She lay down beside me and snuggled into my back.
I had barely slept when I noticed a hand pulling on mine. It wasn't Clara.
I lifted myself up and followed the one pulling me, it was Samira.
She got into her bedroom, undressed completely... She was beautiful. I still had an erection. But that wasn't what she wanted. She hugged and kissed me with unbridled passion. She positioned herself on the bed offering me her buttocks and I could see the anus with faint traces of blood. By signs, she made me understand that I had been responsible. That she wanted me to be the one who broke her hymen. She turned around again and hugged me. She was trembling.
You're going in! - He said mumbling - I love you, Clara loves Laszlo. Only you can enter here. - pointing to his ass
Do you love me and Clara loves Laszlo? No! I love Clara!
At least I loved her, I thought. And that precious 18-year-old girl would surrender to me and say she loved me. Her face changed. She was very upset. She was crying.
I got next to him and kissed her, caressed her beautiful face, her red-haired hair... Her brother was very dark-skinned, of course... with the fertilization system they used, anyone knew who his father was. After the night we had spent, did she still want sex?
I'm on the pill. Not pregnant. I want you to be the father.
Maybe I can Samira. During the five years we've been married, Clara and I haven't had any babies.
It doesn't matter to me. I love Luis.
He clung to her as if she were a life preserver. I really felt drawn to her. But it was madness. She fell asleep in my arms. I also remained dazed, I don't know how much time passed. A little later I got up, covered her with a blanket and went upstairs to the room with Clara. I tried to rest. It was already quite advanced when I woke up. I got dressed and woke Clara.
Say My Name... What do you think of doing?
What do I think about doing? Well, going back home with you. There's nothing that interests me here anymore.
Is it not even Laszlo?
No! What did you think? What was I supposed to stay with him for? Not Luis, I love you and I'm leaving with you unless...
—What's going on?...?
What if you didn't want me by your side, then I would die of sadness.
Come on, let's get out of here. - I said enraged.
We ourselves, gathered our belongings and went down.
Samiray Laszlo was waiting for us with breakfast prepared. They realized our sadness. We ate in silence, only broken by Laszlo.
And I said to Clara that this was something very difficult for your society to accept. For us it's easy to adapt to yours but for you... Sorry Luis. At no moment has it been my intention to hurt you or Clara. And I told her before you came, if we can do something for...
Note worried Laszlo, you haven't been guilty of anything. We'll try to fix it by next week. Thanks for everything... - He gave me a firm handshake.
Clarale gave two kisses on the cheeks. I didn't observe any type of affectionate manifestation between them.
With Samira it was different. She hugged me crying, kissing me, filling me with tears and snot. Something inside of me broke. An immense tenderness overwhelmed me, her brother held me back and gently pulled her away from me. My hands wouldn't let go. The three of us looked at each other surprised. I left, turned around and walked away. Before losing sight of the house, I looked back. Samira was still standing in front of the house, staring without stopping crying, and I was struggling in a sea of confusion.
And we walked the kilometers that separated us from the station. We arrived a little before the train's departure time. The return journey was done in silence.
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