Corazón seguro con uno, y deseo desbordado con otro

My wife and three friends from youth have a company dedicated to perfume production, with famous clients who want their own line. The four partners are approaching forty and make a good team. With Sara, I've been married for twelve years, we don't have kids, and I crossed the barrier of forty three years ago. I'm a partner in a law-accounting firm with significant presence in the industry. One day, after our work, my wife tells me that an opportunity has arisen to significantly expand the market by incorporating a partner with a large portfolio of clients. - 'Who is it?' - 'His name is Fidel Alonso.' - 'Why does it sound familiar?' - 'Because he was my boyfriend for a year before I met you.' - 'Now I remember you told me. The incorrigible womanizer. Has he settled down?' - 'I don't think so. He's still single.' - 'And I have something good to tell you too. Today, a powerful businessman came to see me because he has an urgent matter that concerns him. And he said I was recommended by a colleague. What's notable is that he searched for me at the gym because the issue is urgent. If I can win him over, I'm guaranteed good income.' - 'What's his name?' - 'Estanislao Pellegrini.' - 'One of our competitors. He has a reputation for being dangerous and ruthless.' From adolescence, I practice martial arts with regularity. More than anything because it instills sober elegance in movement, control over your entire body, and, least important to me, skill in combat. I was practicing when a well-dressed young man approached, saying his boss wanted to speak with me, and asked me to accompany him to the car as it was something private. I went out of curiosity since everything was unusual. The person who had called me was an older gentleman, with a noble presence, who explained what he wanted after telling me, and then hired me. After a week, I finished the task assigned by Mr. Pellegrini. It wasn't very complex but rather little common, so the people who knew that terrain did not abound and were not able to manage themselves with solvency. When I indicated my fees, he was surprised to tell me he didn't think of paying that much. Satisfied to see my face of surprise, he continued saying he would pay me double because my imagination was insufficient to approach what he had gained from my work. He concluded the interview by telling me: - Doctor, if I can ever help you, don't hesitate to call me. The social relationship among the four women naturally devolved into a social setting, which incorporated the new partner, although partially due to his bachelorhood. And so, there were gatherings in some house or going out for dinner and drinks. My dealings with Fidel could be characterized as correct while maintaining distance, something he perceived immediately and, it seems, told Sara about it, who then asked me if there was any problem. - Not yet, and I hope not to have one. I can be wrong, but I feel a particular rejection towards him. I perceive him as superficial, false, and arrogant. He has the profile of a self-absorbed person. Since I don't have anything concrete that gives me certainty about what I think, I take care not to be rude, and it's best for that is to keep him at a distance. The first time the alarm went off was when we went out for lunch and then drinks at a dance café. The bachelor danced with all of them but more so with Sara. On one of those occasions, seeing them dance made me touch my forehead, saying to myself: 'if they haven't come out yet it's because they're in the process of calcification, but I'm sure I have them'. Looking at each part separately was like looking at an indication, but combining those significant fragments put you face to face with evidence. Arms and hands said nothing, she with her left on his shoulder and he with his right on the middle of her back. Both bodies separated by a quarter, looking into each other's eyes, which said much more than words. On one side was the attitude of the person in charge, and on the other the attitude of who is committed and expectant. It was the moment of preparation and synchronization. Suddenly the lips of the man move as if saying 'Yes' and both make a slight turn so that their extremities separate, their pelvis unite and the woman with her legs open receives between them the leg of the man. The melody no longer follows the feet, but the feminine waist producing rhythmically the encounter of her pubis with the upper part of the male thigh, whose rubbing makes her close her eyes and bite her lip.

Evidently the man is only interested in his own pleasure and more so in flaunting the dominance he exercises over the defenseless woman. If she remains like a slut, if she shows her infidelity, if she manifests her baseness, it doesn't matter to him.

Of course everyone realized that obscene familiarity, which I simulated ignoring by looking away. When they returned to the table I apologized to those present because I didn't feel well.

-Dear, I'm sorry to ruin the evening, we're leaving.
-I'd like to stay a bit longer.

My serious gaze, united with a firm no, was enough for her to get up and leave with me. From that moment on I suspended all intimacy and didn't speak to her for two days.

The defining event, to convince me of the existence of this parallel relationship, occurred during a dinner at home, alone with the married couples. I went down the hallway to look for wine when I heard Sara and Lucrecia talking in the kitchen while waiting for what was in the oven. The topic of conversation made me stop and listen.

-Sara, are you sure about what you're doing.
-No, I'm not sure, but I can't or don't want to change it.
-I don't condemn you, but we have to recognize that it's dangerous and a lot is at stake.
-It's true but I'm committed and I need what it gives me. It was like that when I was in a relationship with him. We broke up because he left me. I would have stayed tied without revealing myself.
-But now you're married and well with your husband.
-That's true, but I don't have the strength. Tell you that the day of his arrival entered my office, closed the door with a latch, told me how much I had been surprised and putting himself beside my armchair, unbuttoned his pants, pulled out his cock and taking hold of my neck put it between my open lips. I sucked until he ejaculated and swallowed his semen. Then he went to greet you all.

I didn't want to listen anymore. The meeting was a refined torture from which I escaped as soon as I could, citing digestive problems.

Analyzing the situation calmly, I concluded that there was no going back. That any attempt to rebuild the marriage would crash against my wife's firm decision to stay safe at home, beside the husband who loved her, and enjoy herself without limits outside the house when she felt like it. She had gorged herself, and counted on the complicity of her friends and associates.

I had two options: submit or resist. The first was ruled out and the second presented alternatives. Considering that Sara, besides being unfaithful, boasted about it, mocking my naivety and inducing the lover to follow the same path, I decided that it was appropriate to avenge myself by causing the maximum possible damage. And for that, the best method, as old as humanity, was to disarm the enemy gradually, making him confident and lowering his defenses until the moment of greatest vulnerability, then launching a devastating attack.

Without delay, on the following Monday I hired the services of an investigation company to inform me about everything related to infidelity outside her workplace and home in real-time. The first relevant report arrived on Friday, when theoretically she was with her friends, but who accompanied her entering a hotel was the lover. It was the opportunity to ensure her in the sensation of counting on the unconditional love of the husband. After midnight I called her phone without getting a response. Then I called Dora's phone, one of the associates, who did answered. Answer. Will you be near me? - Went to the bathroom, just got out, I'll tell you to call when they come out. - After five minutes, the call came in. - Hello Joaquín, did you call me? - Yes, dear, what peace it is to hear your voice. However, looking at TV, I fell asleep and had a nightmare where you were with another lover. And I thought that the best remedy for calming my anxiety was talking to you. We'll see each other later. I love you. - I don't renounce my profession or the physical activity I practice, but I think I should also try acting, although in this case, it was done with a broken heart. - That Friday, Sara brought all the precedents home to assemble the report asking for a trademark registration if the client agreed with the product. Work that would start next Tuesday, since we would spend the long weekend outside the city, at a campsite with all amenities and close to the river, as the other husbands were fishermen, including the solo partner. I accessed thinking it could be an appropriate moment to initiate revenge. - The Sunday fishing enthusiasts left for the river at mid-morning, while the five partners enjoyed the pool. Estimating that was a good time for the climax, I went where they were splashing in the water to warn Sara that I was going to the village to get some magazines, taking advantage of walking a bit. I walked a stretch and entered the campsite's confectionery, observing our caravans' sector. - The wait was short, five minutes later, the lover came out of the water holding my wife's hand. The laughter and gestures of the other women, some giving a thumbs up in support and others drawing the copulation movement, were evidence that the next intimate reunion was not only known to everyone but also had general agreement. - When the couple entered our caravan, I walked in the same direction and, upon arriving at the tent in front of the entrance, unfolded a He'll recover. I thought of waiting for the most appropriate moment to intervene. Although it was expected that the tone of the dialogue would be intense, it didn't prevent a deep pain from spreading throughout my body.

- Is he still not touching you?
- Yes, since the night at the candy store when he doesn't do so anymore. It seems like something is imagined.
- Not slutty, I'm sure he knows. What I don't understand is why he's not reacting.
- It's because he loves me and fears losing me.
- Then, besides being a cuck, he's an idiot with no remedy. A woman like you shouldn't have her as a wife.
- You're really bad, but I can't be without your cock, give it to me from all sides, break my ass because it's only yours.

The following were moans, contained screams, exclamations of pleasure, urgent requests, and small silences.

After looking at incoming messages, when I lifted my gaze, I found the three friends walking towards the tents, about 15 meters away. They stopped when they saw me and one of them took out her phone, holding it to her ear. It was no doubt calling the one who was roaring while being drilled in the rectum at that moment. From my position, I didn't hear who was calling, but I did hear who was responding.

-What's going on? Where is he? Mother of God, Fidel, let Joaquín out.
- Better, yes learn how to fuck a reputation.

It was time. I lowered the entrance lock and found both of them naked, trying to put on their underwear. He, bent down putting his foot in the leg hole of the Bermuda shorts, received the first kick in the abdomen. Dropped into a fetal position and looking at me with incredulity, he heard only what he had to say.

- Although it may seem late, I do react.

With astonished eyes, he received the kick to the jaw that ended the attack. I called emergencies, saying that while defending my wife, I hit the aggressor twice, and that he was unconscious. Of course, the position of his head, with his neck almost touching his back, indicated that he was dead, but I shouldn't have known.

Dear, you should get dressed. Not to give the police a show. Then I took her by the hair at the neck and made her go over each part of the body of the deceased lover with her eyes, while verbally detailing the damage she showed. It was an important part of my revenge that those images remain well engraved in her head.

As expected, they arrested me and I spent a week in prison until I managed to secure my release on a charge of culpable homicide in a context of violent emotion. It wasn't my intention to kill him, the kick was aimed at the abdomen, but he bent down and made me hit his face instead.

My task upon returning home was to try to convince my wife that I had not stopped loving her, that with time and patience we could rebuild our relationship. Naturally, recompiling our intimacy would be a major challenge due to recent traumatic events.

At the time, her work activity was restricted to what she could do at home.

We gradually shortened the distances, with more and more suggestive hugs and kisses, advancing on the most erotic parts until one night, passing my finger over the groove between the bulging lips, I found a flow. I applied myself to that task methodically and patiently, achieving her orgasm without penetration. Obviously, I avoided kissing her like someone fleeing from the devil.

It was my intention to minimize any prevention as much as possible, so I let two days pass before making another attempt at intimacy. This time her surrender was immediate and with little time for caresses, the lubrication produced by her pussy slid quietly into her anus. When her hand managed to get me erect, she turned me over to the same position she had been in with her lover, until I interrupted us. Already penetrated, my hands worked on her breasts and clitoris to bring her to the edge of orgasm, and there I stopped. The previous test allowed for a good performance when I dismounted, rolling onto my side and, before her surprised face, lamenting painfully. - “It's not possible for this to happen to me! I'm about to let go of my orgasm when the image of the tent with your boyfriend showing his dislocated and bleeding jaw comes to me, due to the impact of my foot on his mouth”. The pallor of her face indicated that I had achieved the desired effect. The process of gradual disintegration had a good start. The next step was to avenge myself against the shareholders who had agreed to cover up the scam and were celebrating it as if it were an achievement. And the instrument was in my desk drawer, in the folder where everything necessary for producing the perfume on the verge of being sold was listed, which was the buyer and the estimated price to negotiate. I called Don Estanislao asking for an audience. Without any reserve, I told him about my problem and the solution I had thought up. He seemed fine with making them lose the sale and added, as a complementary damage, depositing in my wife's savings account an amount that could be attributed to her betrayal against the others. He assured me that he would not lose a single cent considering what he estimated he would gain from that contract. Of course, in a week, the three women who had been harmed passed from friends to plaintiffs in a lawsuit for fraud and embezzlement. A good contribution to the emotional collapse of my, once, beloved wife. In the two months that followed, with a good number of subsequent apologies, I repeated the representation of the sudden images that attacked me while awake. Of course, we went to a psychologist for her real nightmares and my fake obsessions. Over time, the psychologist turned into a psychiatrist, and then into hospitalization in a public mental hospital. I informed her friends from the good old party days if they wanted to visit her. I excused myself from doing so because, loving her so much, I couldn't bear to see her in that state. It is known that the government doesn't care about those institutions, since they don't produce votes. I ignore what will become of her in that graveyard. survivors. From my side, after obtaining the divorce due to insanity, I am dedicated to rebuilding my life