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No te vas a arrepentir
LA GATITA
PARTE 2 DE 2
Tomé el último trago de cerveza que ya estaba caliente y fui por otra lata, me sentí confundido al sorprenderme con una erección y no entender que pasaba por mi cabeza, todo estaba mezclado, todo patas para arriba, volví a mi asiento, el cangrejo seguía escribiendo sin saber que yo me había detenido por unos segundos, llené el vaso y seguí con sus escritos
Ella nos suplicaba para que le diéramos verga, fui por unos preservativos y nos aprestamos a complacerla, empecé a cogerla en cuatro, vieras lo que yo veía, esa cinturita, ese enorme trasero, lo mejor de lo mejor! Al otro lado se la chupaba a mi amigo, estaba presa entre los dos! luego cambiamos, él la cogía y a mí me la chupaba, Brian le daba ricos empujones y yo cerraba distancia con él, se la metía más y más profundo en la boca, hasta la garganta, ella era el mismo demonio. Sus gemidos contenidos llenaban el cuarto, volví a cogerla por detrás, y ella reculaba hacia mi lado, la muy perra buscaba que la penetración fuera profunda, completa y bueno, cambiamos un montón de posturas que no entraré en detalle
Tragué otro sorbo de cerveza, tenía un nudo en la garganta y la verga dura bajo la mesa, tan cruel, tan caliente, tan perverso...
Mi amigo le dio sexo anal, sin problemas, un buen rato, ella era una asesina, y en revuelco entre las sábanas ella lo estaba cabalgando a Brian, y me la chupaba a mí, entonces en un susurro de placer me imploró para que le 'hiciera el culo', fui por detrás, la verga de mi amigo le llenaba la concha, y su culito estaba todo abierto, se la metí completa, sin contemplación, sintiendo la gruesa pija que le llenaba el otro agujero, ella corcoveó como una potra salvaje y aferró las sábanas entre sus puños, le dimos con fuerza como la mejor película condicionada que puedas imaginar! y bueno, después de un rato lo sentí a Brian venirse y yo hice lo propio por mi parte, Euro85, estás ahí?
Si si! - respondí con suma rapidez, no quería que dejara de escribirme.
Bueno, te cuento lo mejor, ella siguió acariciando nuestros penes que fueron perdiendo erección, entonces sacó ambos preservativos llenos de semen, la muy puta nos miró fijamente y los vació en su boca, uno, y el otro, jugó con la mezcla, nos dejaba ver, dejó chorrear parte por la comisura de sus labios, luego lo tragó todo, por completo!
Diablos, con quien me había casado? era cierto lo que leía?, pensar que yo besaba esos labios sucios, entonces pregunté
Siguieron cogiendo cierto?
No, en verdad no, es curioso, pero ella dio por terminado el juego, nos dijo nuevamente que era casada y que tenía que volver a su casa para no levantar sospechas, que su marido era un buen hombre, y un buen cornudo, por cierto, imaginas, no quisiera estar en sus zapatos!
Si hubiera sabido con quien hablaba, al menos tenía la delicadeza de considerarme un buen hombre, en fin, ya no tenía muchas intenciones de seguir hablando con el cangrejo, solo me dijo que jamás había podido arrancarle su nombre, que solo había podido obtener las fotos con las que había armado el post y que jamás pudo volver a cogerla, por cierto, me dio el nombre y el lugar donde ella trabajaba, por si quisiera conocerla, que preguntara por la gatita. Le agradecí la información, como si yo no hubiera sabido donde encontrarla.
Agarré la última cerveza que me quedaba en la heladera, salí al balcón a tomar aire fresco, una rica brisa corría por el corredor que armaban los edificios a los lados de la calle, las luces led blanquecinas daban una hermosa imagen a la avenida flanqueada por grandes árboles, abajo había silencio, apenas algún que otro coche circulaba cada tanto y algún que otro desprevenido transeúnte le daba vida a esa postal. Tomé otro sorbo, mi vejiga me recordó que había bebido demasiado y debía pasar por el baño.
Cerré el ventanal y fui a orinar, mi calzoncillo estaba impregnado en mis jugos producto de la continua excitación y erección por la que estaba pasando, fue una sorpresa, me lavé la cara, me cepillé los dientes y fui a la cama, era tarde.
Aun me estaba acomodando cuando entró un WhatsApp de Zaira para avisarme que llegaría un poco más tarde, que era sábado y había demasiado movimiento, me reí y lo dejé de lado, hija de puta, demasiado movimiento...
Solo las cosas daban vueltas por mi cabeza, todo lo que el cangrejo me había escrito me llevaba a imaginar todo, a revivir ese momento como si hubiera estado presente, un estúpido con mayúsculas, ciego, confiado, enamorado. Abrí la notebook para releer el chat, y fui a su post para ver las fotos de mi mujer casi desnuda, como cualquier extraño podía mirarlas un torbellino de ideas dieron vueltas por mi cabeza, lo hermosa que era, lo puta que era, sus curvas estaban ahí, a la vista de todo el mundo, para que cualquiera pudiera masturbarse con mi mujer, yo solo en mi cama y ella, bueno, la imaginaba chupando vergas a desconocidos...
Me estaba masturbando sin querer hacerlo, porque no podía más, con sentimientos encontrados de excitación y odio, pero solo no podía evitarlo...
El semen saltó con fuerza inusitada, una vez, dos tres, por mi bajo vientre, por mi pecho, incluso llegó a mi rostro, mierda, no recordaba lo que era acabar en esa forma...
Me limpié con la remera y creo que recién ahí pude tener una paz pasajera.
No pude dormir, era imposible, di vueltas a un lado y a otro, ella llegó tarde, simulé estar dormido, pero solo sabía que había estado con alguien, ahora lo sabía.
En los días siguientes seguí calculando mis pasos, podría haberla enfrentado, podría haberle mostrado los escritos del cangrejo, podría haberle mostrado el post público donde todos la podían ver casi como había llegado al mundo, pero y después? seguramente no habría retorno, ella no cambiaría y la copa de cristal ya estaba rota, y en esa copa rota se reflejaba el fracaso de nuestra pareja. Tampoco me quedaría resignado, como si nada pasara, no era un hombre vengativo, pero tampoco un tonto sumiso que aceptaría cualquier cosa.
That Friday she was mortal, like always, with a black leather mini skirt very short, red stockings with lace, high heels passed the knees, a sleeveless shirt, fine straps that drew a perfect bust, had gathered her hair and wore large pendants in the shape of rings that almost brushed against her shoulders, I felt the taste of deceit in my mouth, but Zaira was always radiant, always precious, always perfect.
When the door closed and I felt the car driving away, I put the final phase of my plan into practice, I was already shaved and bathed, wore a dressing jean, black shoes, and a violet shirt that Zaira loved, it was her favorite, also wore a sweet perfume that she had given me, looked in the mirror to make sure everything was in order, down to the last detail, and left for that pub of bad death.
I arrived at the place, paid my entrance like everyone else, it was early, there wasn't too much crowd yet, I had only passed by that dump a couple of times, as I said at the beginning, Zaira was a very independent and dictatorial woman in her things and always almost forbade me from sticking my nose into her job, took a few laps and, like who doesn't want to, asked one of the bouncers who watched over the place about the kitten, the guy with his arms crossed and raised eyebrows indicated that I should head to the bar, and there I went, to meet her.
The face of my wife disfigured on the other side of the bar when she saw me
What are you doing here? - threw like a reproach
Nothing, - I replied with a false smile - treat me like just another customer, can't I have a night out?
Left money on the counter for them to make me a drink, my money was worth as much as anyone else's, she started preparing it almost without taking her eyes off me, I was only filling up with her beauty, because, despite everything, I couldn't hate her
I took it almost without breathing and asked for another round, I think that at that moment... my wife intuited what was happening, in fact, she went to the other end to attend to other people and left me with another of the girls, I stayed alone, only seeing her from a distance
I took the third drink, and the fourth, then I realized I was doing things wrong, that wasn't the plan, I was just getting drunk like a stupid fool, I cleared my head
I went at her again, invited her to dance, Zaira told me she couldn't, she was working, I said yes, if she could, it was just one thing and we got into a silly discussion
I think she pitied me, my attitude had caught the attention of a couple of the bouncers and if I kept going on like that they'd throw me out, but also it was her job and surely she had instructions not to cause trouble inside the club, so she just came over to my side
We danced one song, it was lively, but I pressed her against my side, as if I were the most romantic of boleros
You're drunk! - she scolded
Maybe I was drunk, and what's wrong with that? I just wanted to be like this, with her, she was my wife and I had more right than anyone else, any one of those bastards who seduced her night after night didn't have anything to do there because she was mine, only mine!
I got tangled in her hair, I got drunk on her perfume, filled my hands with the geometry of her lines, my eyes sank into hers and I breathed the air she was breathing. I pressed her against my side, with force, to hold her back and immortalize those seconds, because although she didn't know it, in those seconds I started letting her go
Zaira didn't understand, or preferred not to, and kept asking what was happening, what was strange, and what could I answer? if I already felt like one of the crowd, I was a guy trying to seduce the little kitty, the slut of all, the most precious treasure I simulated being lost so that she would take me to the door herself, and there we had arrived, ladies, gentlemen.
I had the plan laid out, in advance we would go to the ladies' room, but at that moment I was hot, angry, annoyed, and excited, all mixed up, so I took her by the wrist and almost dragged her to the men's bathroom
What's wrong? Are you crazy?
But I wouldn't say another word, no more.
A couple of guys were caught off guard, one was in the urinal and the other was smoking a cigar at the back, we called their attention immediately, plus my wife's figure in that place. I took Zaira against the sinks and put her facing the mirrors and I stayed behind, again I filled my eyes with her curves and she only responded with her gaze, already more tranquil but still expecting. At that moment I felt like one of her many lovers, I passed my hand in front of her, over her bare stomach up to her breasts, I wanted to undress them but she took away my hand
Hey! What's wrong?
I'll definitely not be the first - I replied offensively
I pushed her forward again, held her back by force, lifted her skirt in front of the strangers, the nylon stockings covered her buttocks up to her waist, below a nearly imperceptible tail was drawn, what a good one! Zaira seemed to be hesitating between resisting or surrendering, she was confused, I was her husband and had never acted like that
I dug my fingers into her buttocks and as if they were clamps made the stockings crackle to break them all in the area of her sex, now yes, with free access I searched between her legs and buried a couple of fingers in her pussy, the slut was completely wet, but she whispered with the decorum that remained to her
Stop, stop please...
I didn't pay attention, two more men had entered the bathroom and those who were there obviously didn't think about leaving, one took out his phone and I told him yes, let them take as many photos as they wanted, film it, she was a slut and enjoyed being the center of attention, it liked that they looked at her, that they grabbed her, that everything dirty was happening to her, I waited for Zaira to deny it, but no, she couldn't do it, she was in her game. I put myself all in, until the end, squeezing her legs against the marble sink, deep, deeper, looking at the mirror and she looked back at me, every time I pushed she closed her eyes and moaned like a kitten, I passed my hand over her stomach again and this time yes, I exposed her enormous tits to the amazed gaze of the lucky spectators of the turn, I looked at her breasts against the glow, her nipples, her drawn lines by an expert. Little by little, the bathroom filled with curious people, those who entered no longer left and the lights of the flashlights from the photos filled the site. I took her left leg and lifted it over the sink, supporting herself on her knee and ankle, she stood up making balance on the right, her enormous ass was well open to my eyes, Zaira was already lost, she was the slut that everyone fucked and I was just one more, that's how I felt, no longer was her husband, just someone who wanted to eat the fruit of the dessert. I spat in her anus, took her out of the use the word: pussy and put her in the ass, it was so open that almost didn't notice the difference, that had always liked about her, that she had an ass so open, but now it made my blood boil, and Zaira already screamed with pleasure as if we were the two last people in the world, and I went back to her use the word: pussy, and her ass, I told her 'slut, slut, slut' and that only excited her, I came all over her use the word: pussy, and confess that it was the most beautiful orgasm I could have, having caught that slut had been better than all the times I had caught my wife. Things would not continue as I had planned in my mind, the scandal of the gentlemen's bathroom had called attention to those who were and those who were not, the Applause from the guys who had been spinning around were interrupted by security personnel, and this time yes, the gorillas took me to the door and my departure would be either good or bad, I tried to resist, then it was bad when I realized I was scattered on the street, looking at the stars, with a couple of punches and bruises trying to adjust my ideas.
I got up in silence, giving shame, I adjusted my clothes and looked towards the entrance, noticing that Zaira was leaving accompanied, even for her it had been too much.
We walked in silence, side by side, without saying words, I wasn't in condition to drive, she didn't want to do it, we didn't want to go back to our apartment. We passed a service station, went to the free shop, almost no one was there at that hour of the morning, but the few casuals looked at us strangely, my image was pathetic and she, she shone like the most slutty of whores.
I wanted to buy champagne to celebrate the end, but not even, just a cheap second-rate cider.
We continued our way, looking for a secluded spot, sat down on the edge of the curb that separates the street from the verge, one next to the other, drinking wildly from the bottle, we talked about many things, too many, from the day I met her at the pool until now.
The first rays of the sun were starting to appear on the horizon, a microbus with guys going to work at the port passed by and they yelled all sorts of things at us, from slut to cuck passing through all the colors of the rainbow, it was late or early, I didn't know anymore, we looked at each other, laughed...
Little later, we would continue our separate ways, I didn't want explanations, nor since when, nor how, nor anything, neither did I care about trying again, she wouldn't change and if she did, she wouldn't be her. Zaira understood the situation, neither did she want to go into details of that part of her life. Today I continue my path in solitude, some years have passed and I'm no longer the baby face of any natator, just a modest gym teacher at public schools. I didn't know more about her, her job, nothing, I don't know if she still works at that pub, maybe yes, maybe not, I was with many women, none like her, maybe I only want to find in someone what Zaira stirred in me.
Sometimes the crazy idea crosses my mind of going out for a drink, I don't know, but then I think about it and restrain myself, I'm afraid, afraid of falling in love again with the cat.
If you liked this story you can write to me with title 'LA GATITA' at dulces.placeres@live.com
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No te vas a arrepentir
LA GATITA
PARTE 2 DE 2
Tomé el último trago de cerveza que ya estaba caliente y fui por otra lata, me sentí confundido al sorprenderme con una erección y no entender que pasaba por mi cabeza, todo estaba mezclado, todo patas para arriba, volví a mi asiento, el cangrejo seguía escribiendo sin saber que yo me había detenido por unos segundos, llené el vaso y seguí con sus escritos
Ella nos suplicaba para que le diéramos verga, fui por unos preservativos y nos aprestamos a complacerla, empecé a cogerla en cuatro, vieras lo que yo veía, esa cinturita, ese enorme trasero, lo mejor de lo mejor! Al otro lado se la chupaba a mi amigo, estaba presa entre los dos! luego cambiamos, él la cogía y a mí me la chupaba, Brian le daba ricos empujones y yo cerraba distancia con él, se la metía más y más profundo en la boca, hasta la garganta, ella era el mismo demonio. Sus gemidos contenidos llenaban el cuarto, volví a cogerla por detrás, y ella reculaba hacia mi lado, la muy perra buscaba que la penetración fuera profunda, completa y bueno, cambiamos un montón de posturas que no entraré en detalle
Tragué otro sorbo de cerveza, tenía un nudo en la garganta y la verga dura bajo la mesa, tan cruel, tan caliente, tan perverso...
Mi amigo le dio sexo anal, sin problemas, un buen rato, ella era una asesina, y en revuelco entre las sábanas ella lo estaba cabalgando a Brian, y me la chupaba a mí, entonces en un susurro de placer me imploró para que le 'hiciera el culo', fui por detrás, la verga de mi amigo le llenaba la concha, y su culito estaba todo abierto, se la metí completa, sin contemplación, sintiendo la gruesa pija que le llenaba el otro agujero, ella corcoveó como una potra salvaje y aferró las sábanas entre sus puños, le dimos con fuerza como la mejor película condicionada que puedas imaginar! y bueno, después de un rato lo sentí a Brian venirse y yo hice lo propio por mi parte, Euro85, estás ahí?
Si si! - respondí con suma rapidez, no quería que dejara de escribirme.
Bueno, te cuento lo mejor, ella siguió acariciando nuestros penes que fueron perdiendo erección, entonces sacó ambos preservativos llenos de semen, la muy puta nos miró fijamente y los vació en su boca, uno, y el otro, jugó con la mezcla, nos dejaba ver, dejó chorrear parte por la comisura de sus labios, luego lo tragó todo, por completo!
Diablos, con quien me había casado? era cierto lo que leía?, pensar que yo besaba esos labios sucios, entonces pregunté
Siguieron cogiendo cierto?
No, en verdad no, es curioso, pero ella dio por terminado el juego, nos dijo nuevamente que era casada y que tenía que volver a su casa para no levantar sospechas, que su marido era un buen hombre, y un buen cornudo, por cierto, imaginas, no quisiera estar en sus zapatos!
Si hubiera sabido con quien hablaba, al menos tenía la delicadeza de considerarme un buen hombre, en fin, ya no tenía muchas intenciones de seguir hablando con el cangrejo, solo me dijo que jamás había podido arrancarle su nombre, que solo había podido obtener las fotos con las que había armado el post y que jamás pudo volver a cogerla, por cierto, me dio el nombre y el lugar donde ella trabajaba, por si quisiera conocerla, que preguntara por la gatita. Le agradecí la información, como si yo no hubiera sabido donde encontrarla.
Agarré la última cerveza que me quedaba en la heladera, salí al balcón a tomar aire fresco, una rica brisa corría por el corredor que armaban los edificios a los lados de la calle, las luces led blanquecinas daban una hermosa imagen a la avenida flanqueada por grandes árboles, abajo había silencio, apenas algún que otro coche circulaba cada tanto y algún que otro desprevenido transeúnte le daba vida a esa postal. Tomé otro sorbo, mi vejiga me recordó que había bebido demasiado y debía pasar por el baño.
Cerré el ventanal y fui a orinar, mi calzoncillo estaba impregnado en mis jugos producto de la continua excitación y erección por la que estaba pasando, fue una sorpresa, me lavé la cara, me cepillé los dientes y fui a la cama, era tarde.
Aun me estaba acomodando cuando entró un WhatsApp de Zaira para avisarme que llegaría un poco más tarde, que era sábado y había demasiado movimiento, me reí y lo dejé de lado, hija de puta, demasiado movimiento...
Solo las cosas daban vueltas por mi cabeza, todo lo que el cangrejo me había escrito me llevaba a imaginar todo, a revivir ese momento como si hubiera estado presente, un estúpido con mayúsculas, ciego, confiado, enamorado. Abrí la notebook para releer el chat, y fui a su post para ver las fotos de mi mujer casi desnuda, como cualquier extraño podía mirarlas un torbellino de ideas dieron vueltas por mi cabeza, lo hermosa que era, lo puta que era, sus curvas estaban ahí, a la vista de todo el mundo, para que cualquiera pudiera masturbarse con mi mujer, yo solo en mi cama y ella, bueno, la imaginaba chupando vergas a desconocidos...
Me estaba masturbando sin querer hacerlo, porque no podía más, con sentimientos encontrados de excitación y odio, pero solo no podía evitarlo...
El semen saltó con fuerza inusitada, una vez, dos tres, por mi bajo vientre, por mi pecho, incluso llegó a mi rostro, mierda, no recordaba lo que era acabar en esa forma...
Me limpié con la remera y creo que recién ahí pude tener una paz pasajera.
No pude dormir, era imposible, di vueltas a un lado y a otro, ella llegó tarde, simulé estar dormido, pero solo sabía que había estado con alguien, ahora lo sabía.
En los días siguientes seguí calculando mis pasos, podría haberla enfrentado, podría haberle mostrado los escritos del cangrejo, podría haberle mostrado el post público donde todos la podían ver casi como había llegado al mundo, pero y después? seguramente no habría retorno, ella no cambiaría y la copa de cristal ya estaba rota, y en esa copa rota se reflejaba el fracaso de nuestra pareja. Tampoco me quedaría resignado, como si nada pasara, no era un hombre vengativo, pero tampoco un tonto sumiso que aceptaría cualquier cosa.
That Friday she was mortal, like always, with a black leather mini skirt very short, red stockings with lace, high heels passed the knees, a sleeveless shirt, fine straps that drew a perfect bust, had gathered her hair and wore large pendants in the shape of rings that almost brushed against her shoulders, I felt the taste of deceit in my mouth, but Zaira was always radiant, always precious, always perfect.When the door closed and I felt the car driving away, I put the final phase of my plan into practice, I was already shaved and bathed, wore a dressing jean, black shoes, and a violet shirt that Zaira loved, it was her favorite, also wore a sweet perfume that she had given me, looked in the mirror to make sure everything was in order, down to the last detail, and left for that pub of bad death.
I arrived at the place, paid my entrance like everyone else, it was early, there wasn't too much crowd yet, I had only passed by that dump a couple of times, as I said at the beginning, Zaira was a very independent and dictatorial woman in her things and always almost forbade me from sticking my nose into her job, took a few laps and, like who doesn't want to, asked one of the bouncers who watched over the place about the kitten, the guy with his arms crossed and raised eyebrows indicated that I should head to the bar, and there I went, to meet her.
The face of my wife disfigured on the other side of the bar when she saw me
What are you doing here? - threw like a reproach
Nothing, - I replied with a false smile - treat me like just another customer, can't I have a night out?
Left money on the counter for them to make me a drink, my money was worth as much as anyone else's, she started preparing it almost without taking her eyes off me, I was only filling up with her beauty, because, despite everything, I couldn't hate her
I took it almost without breathing and asked for another round, I think that at that moment... my wife intuited what was happening, in fact, she went to the other end to attend to other people and left me with another of the girls, I stayed alone, only seeing her from a distance
I took the third drink, and the fourth, then I realized I was doing things wrong, that wasn't the plan, I was just getting drunk like a stupid fool, I cleared my head
I went at her again, invited her to dance, Zaira told me she couldn't, she was working, I said yes, if she could, it was just one thing and we got into a silly discussion
I think she pitied me, my attitude had caught the attention of a couple of the bouncers and if I kept going on like that they'd throw me out, but also it was her job and surely she had instructions not to cause trouble inside the club, so she just came over to my side
We danced one song, it was lively, but I pressed her against my side, as if I were the most romantic of boleros
You're drunk! - she scolded
Maybe I was drunk, and what's wrong with that? I just wanted to be like this, with her, she was my wife and I had more right than anyone else, any one of those bastards who seduced her night after night didn't have anything to do there because she was mine, only mine!
I got tangled in her hair, I got drunk on her perfume, filled my hands with the geometry of her lines, my eyes sank into hers and I breathed the air she was breathing. I pressed her against my side, with force, to hold her back and immortalize those seconds, because although she didn't know it, in those seconds I started letting her go
Zaira didn't understand, or preferred not to, and kept asking what was happening, what was strange, and what could I answer? if I already felt like one of the crowd, I was a guy trying to seduce the little kitty, the slut of all, the most precious treasure I simulated being lost so that she would take me to the door herself, and there we had arrived, ladies, gentlemen.
I had the plan laid out, in advance we would go to the ladies' room, but at that moment I was hot, angry, annoyed, and excited, all mixed up, so I took her by the wrist and almost dragged her to the men's bathroom
What's wrong? Are you crazy?
But I wouldn't say another word, no more.
A couple of guys were caught off guard, one was in the urinal and the other was smoking a cigar at the back, we called their attention immediately, plus my wife's figure in that place. I took Zaira against the sinks and put her facing the mirrors and I stayed behind, again I filled my eyes with her curves and she only responded with her gaze, already more tranquil but still expecting. At that moment I felt like one of her many lovers, I passed my hand in front of her, over her bare stomach up to her breasts, I wanted to undress them but she took away my hand
Hey! What's wrong?
I'll definitely not be the first - I replied offensively
I pushed her forward again, held her back by force, lifted her skirt in front of the strangers, the nylon stockings covered her buttocks up to her waist, below a nearly imperceptible tail was drawn, what a good one! Zaira seemed to be hesitating between resisting or surrendering, she was confused, I was her husband and had never acted like that
I dug my fingers into her buttocks and as if they were clamps made the stockings crackle to break them all in the area of her sex, now yes, with free access I searched between her legs and buried a couple of fingers in her pussy, the slut was completely wet, but she whispered with the decorum that remained to her
Stop, stop please...
I didn't pay attention, two more men had entered the bathroom and those who were there obviously didn't think about leaving, one took out his phone and I told him yes, let them take as many photos as they wanted, film it, she was a slut and enjoyed being the center of attention, it liked that they looked at her, that they grabbed her, that everything dirty was happening to her, I waited for Zaira to deny it, but no, she couldn't do it, she was in her game. I put myself all in, until the end, squeezing her legs against the marble sink, deep, deeper, looking at the mirror and she looked back at me, every time I pushed she closed her eyes and moaned like a kitten, I passed my hand over her stomach again and this time yes, I exposed her enormous tits to the amazed gaze of the lucky spectators of the turn, I looked at her breasts against the glow, her nipples, her drawn lines by an expert. Little by little, the bathroom filled with curious people, those who entered no longer left and the lights of the flashlights from the photos filled the site. I took her left leg and lifted it over the sink, supporting herself on her knee and ankle, she stood up making balance on the right, her enormous ass was well open to my eyes, Zaira was already lost, she was the slut that everyone fucked and I was just one more, that's how I felt, no longer was her husband, just someone who wanted to eat the fruit of the dessert. I spat in her anus, took her out of the use the word: pussy and put her in the ass, it was so open that almost didn't notice the difference, that had always liked about her, that she had an ass so open, but now it made my blood boil, and Zaira already screamed with pleasure as if we were the two last people in the world, and I went back to her use the word: pussy, and her ass, I told her 'slut, slut, slut' and that only excited her, I came all over her use the word: pussy, and confess that it was the most beautiful orgasm I could have, having caught that slut had been better than all the times I had caught my wife. Things would not continue as I had planned in my mind, the scandal of the gentlemen's bathroom had called attention to those who were and those who were not, the Applause from the guys who had been spinning around were interrupted by security personnel, and this time yes, the gorillas took me to the door and my departure would be either good or bad, I tried to resist, then it was bad when I realized I was scattered on the street, looking at the stars, with a couple of punches and bruises trying to adjust my ideas.
I got up in silence, giving shame, I adjusted my clothes and looked towards the entrance, noticing that Zaira was leaving accompanied, even for her it had been too much.
We walked in silence, side by side, without saying words, I wasn't in condition to drive, she didn't want to do it, we didn't want to go back to our apartment. We passed a service station, went to the free shop, almost no one was there at that hour of the morning, but the few casuals looked at us strangely, my image was pathetic and she, she shone like the most slutty of whores.
I wanted to buy champagne to celebrate the end, but not even, just a cheap second-rate cider.
We continued our way, looking for a secluded spot, sat down on the edge of the curb that separates the street from the verge, one next to the other, drinking wildly from the bottle, we talked about many things, too many, from the day I met her at the pool until now.
The first rays of the sun were starting to appear on the horizon, a microbus with guys going to work at the port passed by and they yelled all sorts of things at us, from slut to cuck passing through all the colors of the rainbow, it was late or early, I didn't know anymore, we looked at each other, laughed...
Little later, we would continue our separate ways, I didn't want explanations, nor since when, nor how, nor anything, neither did I care about trying again, she wouldn't change and if she did, she wouldn't be her. Zaira understood the situation, neither did she want to go into details of that part of her life. Today I continue my path in solitude, some years have passed and I'm no longer the baby face of any natator, just a modest gym teacher at public schools. I didn't know more about her, her job, nothing, I don't know if she still works at that pub, maybe yes, maybe not, I was with many women, none like her, maybe I only want to find in someone what Zaira stirred in me.
Sometimes the crazy idea crosses my mind of going out for a drink, I don't know, but then I think about it and restrain myself, I'm afraid, afraid of falling in love again with the cat.
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