It's been almost two months since I last saw them again, he hasn't come to visit her at any time, she also doesn't spend that much time at home, while our relationships remain quite distant, she still takes care of a kid as work and studies her career, I don't know what to think, sometimes I think they might have stopped seeing each other, in other moments I think they see each other somewhere else, finally this is the idea that seems most possible to me, especially because she avoids me when it comes to having relationships, had to find a solution to the problem. After thinking about it for a long time, I thought I should talk to Pedro, but how would I approach him, I didn't know very well how to do it, I spent a long time thinking about it, one day I finally decided, sent him a message and told him I needed to talk to him, I met up with him at my mother's house on a day she wasn't there. The night before I couldn't sleep thinking about how to approach the topic, the workday seemed endless, I kept looking at the clock all the time, when I left work, I sat down at a bar, ordered a beer, didn't stop turning it over in my head, remembered that he was the man who used to bring his girlfriends home when my mother wasn't there, would leave the door slightly open and from the darkness of the living room, would let me see him having relationships with different girls in exchange for my silence. Time had passed, I looked out the window at the people passing by, finished my beer and went to my mother's house. Rang the bell, Pedro opened it up, was wearing an old t-shirt, some swim trunks, made me come in, gave me a hug, felt weird, always used to hug me, but this time I didn't feel like it as usual. We sat down, brought out a cold beer, lit a cigarette, asked if I minded him smoking, my mother never wanted him to smoke at home.
-Okay... and what's going on with you... how can I help...
-Look Pedro... I don't know how to say this... but my wife Ruth... she seems weird... she avoids me all the time... I think she might be... cheating with someone... he took a deep drag on the cigarette, flicked the ash in the ashtray, left it leaning against it, took a sip of beer, looked at me and came. -I suppose you have a lot of friends your age and trust to talk about this... -he made a long pause, I didn't say anything.- You know I'm a womanizer... we've shared a lot of moments... well, you know... if you came to see me, it's probably because you think... given how beautiful your wife is... the similarity between her forms and those of your mother, but younger... you must think she's having something with me... -I remained silent, didn't expect him to be so direct. He made another long pause, took another drag on the cigarette, left it again, took another sip of beer, raised his cup in a toast to me, want you to prepare some snacks, so you don't eat with an empty stomach. And he went to the kitchen to prepare them, I didn't move from the armchair, had cut some salami, a bit of cheese, something of bread, some fried potatoes. It seemed like the dialogue had stopped. He brought everything to the table, ate a little salami with bread, drank again, looked at me fixedly.
-I think you noticed how I took advantage of every moment I had to get close to her... she was very shy... very reserved at first... but she started opening up... -he said this with a face that could knock him out if I hadn't been someone else.- and if... it's been several months since she's my mistress... -I almost trembled in the armchair, didn't know how to continue the topic, didn't expect him to be so direct.
-And how did it start? I don't know... I mean... she's not like that... -he smiled sideways.
-I started going to your house with different excuses... at first she was very shy... very reserved... now she's someone else... you should see her... -he said, emphasizing that.
-And they do it in my house? –now he was smiling openly, served himself more bread, salami, cheese, ate slowly, drank again, the Cigarette had been consumed in the ashtray. It seemed to have no hurry, nor fear, nor anything like that, it was comfortable, seemed to know what would be the outcome of the situation.
-At first we did it several times at your house... then Rutita... got the morbid habit of doing it on the bed where I sleep with your mother... gives her a lot of morbidness doing it in our bed... so when we can... comes here to visit... the daughter-in-law visiting the father-in-law? Is there such a word?
Nobody would think they're going to do something wrong... and actually what we're doing is very good...
I felt the erection I had at that moment, I was so hot, luckily the cowboy let me hide it and he wouldn't notice.
-Mira... in a couple of weeks your mom has a niece's wedding in the countryside... she's going to spend the weekend there... I arranged everything so I don't have to work... your wife wants me to take her to dinner and then to dance... and then we come here... you'll tell him that you're going out with friends or something like that... but we'll come here to do it quietly after leaving...
-And what do you want me to do with this you're telling me? That I congratulate you?
-I was trying to fake anger, but I felt more excitement than anger, he clearly noticed, my tone of voice was rare, seemed like my voice was breaking.
-I thought you could come at night... total you have the key to the house, you get into your room... sleep peacefully... when we arrive home and you hear that we're going into the room, I can leave the door open for you to look... just be discreet... and if you discover it... well... you'll have to admit you like looking...
-I took all the beer that had been served to me, I served myself a little more. I didn't know what to tell him really, so many times I'd brought his lovers and left myself watching, but this was my wife, clear, and making the situation work meant accepting that he would keep being her lover when he wanted, seemed to notice my doubts, although I think he knew what the outcome would be.
-Make a move... think about it with time... total there are still a couple of days left... of weeks... -But it's not right that you're having relationships with my wife... -I said as if in a fit. -If you want to talk about it, talk to your wife... -he said sharply- she is now my mistress... she's getting more and more uninhibited... she's discovering new things about herself... she likes playing... she likes being guided... -He stood up.- Well... I think everything is clear... I have to sleep for a bit because I have to cover a shift tonight... -He started walking towards the door, I got up, he opened the door, didn't look at me, I left the apartment and went out for a walk in the city, it was already getting dark.
-Okay... and what's going on with you... how can I help...
-Look Pedro... I don't know how to say this... but my wife Ruth... she seems weird... she avoids me all the time... I think she might be... cheating with someone... he took a deep drag on the cigarette, flicked the ash in the ashtray, left it leaning against it, took a sip of beer, looked at me and came. -I suppose you have a lot of friends your age and trust to talk about this... -he made a long pause, I didn't say anything.- You know I'm a womanizer... we've shared a lot of moments... well, you know... if you came to see me, it's probably because you think... given how beautiful your wife is... the similarity between her forms and those of your mother, but younger... you must think she's having something with me... -I remained silent, didn't expect him to be so direct. He made another long pause, took another drag on the cigarette, left it again, took another sip of beer, raised his cup in a toast to me, want you to prepare some snacks, so you don't eat with an empty stomach. And he went to the kitchen to prepare them, I didn't move from the armchair, had cut some salami, a bit of cheese, something of bread, some fried potatoes. It seemed like the dialogue had stopped. He brought everything to the table, ate a little salami with bread, drank again, looked at me fixedly.
-I think you noticed how I took advantage of every moment I had to get close to her... she was very shy... very reserved at first... but she started opening up... -he said this with a face that could knock him out if I hadn't been someone else.- and if... it's been several months since she's my mistress... -I almost trembled in the armchair, didn't know how to continue the topic, didn't expect him to be so direct.
-And how did it start? I don't know... I mean... she's not like that... -he smiled sideways.
-I started going to your house with different excuses... at first she was very shy... very reserved... now she's someone else... you should see her... -he said, emphasizing that.
-And they do it in my house? –now he was smiling openly, served himself more bread, salami, cheese, ate slowly, drank again, the Cigarette had been consumed in the ashtray. It seemed to have no hurry, nor fear, nor anything like that, it was comfortable, seemed to know what would be the outcome of the situation.
-At first we did it several times at your house... then Rutita... got the morbid habit of doing it on the bed where I sleep with your mother... gives her a lot of morbidness doing it in our bed... so when we can... comes here to visit... the daughter-in-law visiting the father-in-law? Is there such a word?
Nobody would think they're going to do something wrong... and actually what we're doing is very good...
I felt the erection I had at that moment, I was so hot, luckily the cowboy let me hide it and he wouldn't notice.
-Mira... in a couple of weeks your mom has a niece's wedding in the countryside... she's going to spend the weekend there... I arranged everything so I don't have to work... your wife wants me to take her to dinner and then to dance... and then we come here... you'll tell him that you're going out with friends or something like that... but we'll come here to do it quietly after leaving...
-And what do you want me to do with this you're telling me? That I congratulate you?
-I was trying to fake anger, but I felt more excitement than anger, he clearly noticed, my tone of voice was rare, seemed like my voice was breaking.
-I thought you could come at night... total you have the key to the house, you get into your room... sleep peacefully... when we arrive home and you hear that we're going into the room, I can leave the door open for you to look... just be discreet... and if you discover it... well... you'll have to admit you like looking...
-I took all the beer that had been served to me, I served myself a little more. I didn't know what to tell him really, so many times I'd brought his lovers and left myself watching, but this was my wife, clear, and making the situation work meant accepting that he would keep being her lover when he wanted, seemed to notice my doubts, although I think he knew what the outcome would be.
-Make a move... think about it with time... total there are still a couple of days left... of weeks... -But it's not right that you're having relationships with my wife... -I said as if in a fit. -If you want to talk about it, talk to your wife... -he said sharply- she is now my mistress... she's getting more and more uninhibited... she's discovering new things about herself... she likes playing... she likes being guided... -He stood up.- Well... I think everything is clear... I have to sleep for a bit because I have to cover a shift tonight... -He started walking towards the door, I got up, he opened the door, didn't look at me, I left the apartment and went out for a walk in the city, it was already getting dark.
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