The sewing machines wouldn't stop their whirring in that factory. Like the other workers, Eulogia was performing her routine labor. However she was worried, her friend and fellow worker, Trinidad, wasn't in her work area. She had noticed her absence after lunchtime, since none of them returned like all the others. But the worst thing was that by then, the gossip had already started spreading, a rumor that didn't take long to reach her ears. Trinidad had gone out to eat with the Personnel Manager, Alberto Sánchez Medina.
So that Eulógia was already getting an idea of where her aunt was. 'Damn motherfucker, but I did warn him well. Damn, bloody aunt!', thought Eulógia to herself.
And it was that she had been advising him for days:
Be careful aunt, I know what I'm saying. Sánchez Medina is making you want it. It's visible from afar, and if you don't put the brakes on the consequences. When he wants a worker, he screws her because he screws her.
---But how? Why hasn't anyone reported it?
Hey girlfriend. As Head of Personnel he takes advantage. Many have preferred to leave due to fear of scandal. You need to put the brakes on before it happens, or else... well, before something happens to you. If only you knew how those who fell into his hands fared, I wouldn't even tell you. Mostly because of gossip, and since... you're married, if you were single, well..., it's up to you, the situation could be different. Many fall for him because he speaks nicely and they think he'll make them his wife, but don't believe he's serious, eh. He's not a prince charming like many think. He only looks for women to satisfy himself, then forgets about them. That guy is a real scoundrel, he just takes advantage of them and that's it. Now if you feel like it and want to give yourself the treat, well... He has a good job and isn't bad-looking. You'd understand...
—Oh Eulogia, how do you think I'd be interested in him. No, no, no, no. How could you think that. Not even a thought would cross my mind about something like that. Never, do you hear me? I'd never do something like that!
Okay, well I'll tell you, do something. The best thing you can do is ask for your change. You should go to Naucalpan's factory. There you'd be safe from that guy. You'd even be closer to your house —Eulogia advised him.
It's not that easy. To get the change, I have to put in a swap, and then see if someone from over there wants to come here. It's very hard.
—Well, do something, sister! Before anything serious happens... Oh Trini, where did Casimiro find out about it? Wherever he finds out that guy is throwing his dogs at you, God the Father will get angry. You know how your husband is, always ready to get upset over any nonsense. And don't let him compromise by putting a curse on that wretched man. He has it coming to him, what's there to say? Damn shameless one! But Casimiro could lose his job... or worse, maybe they'll put him in jail... just for defending you!
When Eulogia's words were heard, Trini thought of her husband. Her aunt was right, if Casimiro saw her being 'wooed' by the factory's Personnel Chief, he wouldn't care about his own job or that one's position. For sure, Casimiro would go straight to blows with Alberto. And maybe even at her herself for letting it happen.
But what could I have done so that that idiot would leave her alone. If I had only made it clear to him for just two days the mentioned one had physically exposed his intentions to me. Just thinking about it embarrassed me. In fact, I hadn't even told my aunt about it because of shame.
The Head of Personnel had coincided with her in the narrow corridor leading to the services. She was leaving the ladies' restroom and he was heading for the men's.
As with other occasions, at just seeing him, Trinidad felt overheated. She was perfectly aware that he wanted something from her and this made her blush, among other sensations. The man instinctively stimulated her in such a way that it excited her hormones. It was as if her being required to satisfy a need that only he could calm.
By his part, Alberto Sánchez Medina, as each time he was before a new 'victim', exhibited a particular gallantry.
Pass you through, he said in the most pleasant tone, giving him unmistakably the passage by the narrow passageway.
Trinidad accepted the courtesy and proceeded to advance, nonetheless, and despite what was said, Alberto also advanced so quickly that it was inevitable for both bodies to collide in a terrible crash. The man tried to position himself so that his bulge would be protected right in the middle of Trinidad's buttocks, making the most of the situation.
The size and softness of the female buttocks became delightfully apparent to the man, while the woman was starkly aware of the hardness and thickness of her attacker's penis, who even moved his hips as if copulating, despite there being clothes in between.
Mrs. remained in a compromising situation like that. She feared more than him that some colleague would pass by and discover them in such circumstances. Trinidad neither protested nor complained, only puffed involuntarily and managed to unclog herself as she could. She walked away from there without saying anything, as if nothing had happened. She didn't confide in anyone, not then or later. And it was that there were previous occasions when Sánchez Medina had expressed his desire to appear with her corporally, but the problem was that Trinidad never uttered a complaint. Neither granted nor denied, simply acted as if nothing had happened. She never complained about those actions of his, nor did she tell her husband. She didn't want Casimiro to get into trouble by letting slip something. But maybe there was more. It was like a guilty pleasure, but Trini wasn't aware of it.
No, that man doesn't like me. Besides... I'm married! By God!, she was telling her cousin Eulogia, deceiving herself with her own words, because deep down she felt something for that man.
Trinidad was deceiving herself by saying Alberto wouldn't go further, despite it being obvious that he was one of those 'loose cocks' who won't stop unless stopped. Alberto Sánchez Medina would take any woman who let him, that was the truth. And although in Trini's case it was riskier, since her husband worked at the same company, this didn't matter to him. If he wanted to have sex with her, he would do so, even if it was right in front of her husband's nose.
Eulogia had warned her well for something, 'If you're interested in him and get tired of him, taking care that your husband doesn't find out, or you put the guy in his place and make it clear to him, otherwise you'll have problems.' But Trinidad didn't seem coherent. She said she wasn't interested, but did nothing about it to avoid it. Neither moved away from Sánchez Medina's intentions nor accepted them openly. Let everything continue its course. Trinidad did what people who don't want to take responsibility for living do: leave everything to God's will. 'Whatever God wants', she would often say.
And that's why what happened happened:
Trinidad was waking up, recovering consciousness, and as she opened her eyes could perceive movement. She tried to focus her gaze until she could distinguish clearly. It was Sánchez Medina. He had him on top of her, naked. Immediately Trinidad looked towards her lower zone, where something was obviously happening, and what she saw was this:
The head of a gland opening the lips of her own vagina (which seemed like a girl's mouth savoring a greasy and fat palate). Although she was only skating playfully, that headstrong one threatened to enter her intimacy at any moment.
No, Alberto. I'm married —Trini begged her attacker, who knew him well. Just minutes before, she had only just stopped calling him 'Don Alberto', since he had invited her to address him informally during lunch and...
It was then that she knew. Of course something must have put it in the food or drink. She had drugged her!
He remembered thus how he had started that day.
Here goes that prick Sanchez Medina's barber -- exposed Casimiro, the husband of Trinidad, expressing the feelings that the aforementioned Head of Personnel produced in his entrails.
Alberto followed the steps of the Patron to his office while Casimiro was inspecting his wife's sewing machine, which had broken down and he was in charge of maintaining such devices as a technician.
—It seems like he loves to smell the old man's farts; that little scoundrel is always behind the boss—
She saw Alberto without sharing her husband's feelings.
—Oh, you don't even get involved. Don't go looking for trouble and let it slip away from you —Trinidad commented.
—And what...! Do you think I'm afraid of him?! —Casimiro responded in a rough tone.
By the tone of her voice, Casimiro thought his wife was defending the other man and that bothered him. 'Why is she defending that guy?', he thought.
Once the machine was repaired, Casimiro left his wife Trinidad to fulfill her work shift and went away. And, as usual, the woman focused on her job.
Hours later:
—What's up Trinidad, how are you? —said the male voice over the shoulder of the worker.
Trini, surprised, turned and saw Alberto Sánchez Medina, the Personnel Chief, just behind her. The man was standing there and she feared that he would see her husband. She looked around for Casimiro but didn't find him.
Sánchez Medina continued speaking. His sole presence produced chemical reactions in the woman's body who couldn't comprehend that. She barely realized her heart was beating faster.
Hey. It's almost time for lunch and I'd like to invite you to a place I know. It's very nice.
—Ah... excuse me... Mr. Alberto, but my husband and I eat together and... —Trinidad immediately objected.
I know it's like that, but he won't be here to do it today. The boss told me they needed him in Naucalpan and I sent him there. That's why I'm inviting you to eat. What do you think if we only accompany each other for today? Come on, don't reject me, it's just an occasion and nothing more.
Trinidad, innocently, couldn't imagine what Alberto had in his head when he said those words. And yet she still couldn't be that innocent as not to realize what accepting an invitation like this meant. Nevertheless, she did it.
Sánchez Medina took her to a certainly ostentatious restaurant. Trini, accustomed to eating at the humble market she went to with her husband, came out completely unconventional. The place looked good; clean, with beautiful decoration, and even had live music. The menu items were of considerable price but her companion told her not to worry about it, he would pay the bill.
Trinidad felt strange there. It wasn't just because of the luxury she was not used to, but she also felt like she was being courted by a suitor who was trying to please her. Her own husband had never taken her to a place like this, not even when they were dating. Of course, he didn't have the resources to do it frequently, but... Even once in a while. Once a year, at most, thought Trini to herself.
The woman savored fish and shellfish, while he ate a type of Argentine cut meat (presumably preparing energy for the next feast).
Sánchez Medina had the good sense not to bother her at mealtime, and the only conversation that took place between plates served for the Head of Personnel to get to know 'the meat' better, which was going to be devoured minutes later.
So you have two daughters.
Yes, one in high school and another in elementary school —replied the lady.
—Ah, I'd like to get to know them one day, they must be as beautiful as you —he said to her, flattering her.
She blushed and Sánchez Medina smiled confidently while Trini's face turned red with blood. She felt uncomfortable being flattered by a man who wasn't her husband, although Alberto made her feel special with his words. He really seemed interested in her. After a lifetime of marriage, Trinidad was feeling like an attractive, desired, and courted woman again, and that pleased her inside.
While they continued eating and chatting, Trinidad was well aware that she was enjoying herself, while her husband was working far away from there.
Sánchez Medina, after all, didn't seem so unpleasant as her husband believed, or so exploited as his aunt thought. I mean, beyond his evident attractive man, Alberto was someone with whom she was pleased to be.
After lunch Trinidad left the restaurant with Alberto. She felt very well, as if her body was lightening up. It seemed like she was walking on clouds. She felt so light, so carefree as never before. The man offered his arm and she grabbed it because she actually needed that support. She felt like a feather. She was afraid that if she didn't hold onto him her feet would lose the floor. That's how she let herself be taken to the factory leaning on that man, despite her friends seeing her like that and probably criticizing her. They would surely do so, or even worse, they could gossip about it with her husband.
Nevertheless he was led by Alberto without worrying about anything.
As she felt quite sleepy, before going to her workplace, she went to the restroom to wash her face and thus force herself to wake up.
When she raised her head and looked in the mirror, she felt like she was dreaming. Her own image couldn't be seen clearly, it blurred her vision. Then, softly, she faded away.
When she came to, Trinidad discovered herself naked. The stubborn point of a notably swollen phallus was lubriciously gliding down the vertical slit of her sex. It threatened to enter! And her sex was... was shaved!
Trinidad had never shaved down there. What had happened?!
She would never know what had happened minutes before, but it was this:
That man once he had loaded her from the bathroom to that cellar, laid her out on a heap of torn fabric. Already having her thus, he undressed her. After gazing at her, he placed his hand on her belly, savoring the warmth that the woman was emitting. Animated, he pressed his palm more against the female body at the same time as with the other he introduced a finger into the slit. Slowly the skin and muscle he massaged relaxed in response to his caresses.
Trini, unconsciously, began to react. Her lower belly moved spasmodically like in response to masculine manipulation.
As he was kissing her at the same time from behind the ear, down to her neck, Alberto listened as she moaned. He began to rub his naked member against one of her legs and it got hard, stiffening fully.
Literalmente his mouth was watering, but for her cock; already he wanted to sink into it. But before, feeling master of the situation, Sánchez Medina took the time to shave it down there, he had everything ready (he liked shaven females), he wanted to feel her freshly shaved and washed; smooth like the softness of a baby. And so it was. After having removed the excess hair, the used soap had left a pleasant smell in the public area of the woman about to be used.
He rammed the clean opening and she only moaned. Then I did it again, thus dilating the increasingly juicy vaginal cavern. But even with that, she still wasn't waking up. Trinidad was still in limbo. Alberto then had sex with sex for the first time with the Lady at his mercy. When he slid the shiny head playfully across those lips, that's when she woke up.
The man smiled to himself. His plan had gone as well as he wanted it to. Well did he know that on the same day, that woman, despite being married and a mother (which gave flavor to the matter), would keep him in her intimacy. He had already done his job, 'courted' her, and now was time to enjoy the screw.
Thrown over that pile of scraps of fabric (which was soft enough to serve as a bed) the woman weighed down by that reality. She had Alberto Sánchez Medina, the Head of Personnel, on top of her, completely naked, and about to sexually penetrate her. And for God's sake, she was a married woman! How had she ended up at this point? How would she explain to her husband that his pubic hair had disappeared?! He would inevitably find out about it! She herself didn't recognize the zone in which Alberto's meaty shaft slid lubriciously, threatening to enter her body. That crevice opened naturally as if eager for that body to be introduced into it.
— No, no, no please Alberto, I'm a married woman!
He forgot the key word. You should have said 'happily' married - emphasized that one - . If you had said that, I wouldn't do this - and then the man proceeded.
As that instant the woman felt the invader's entry into her body. It was notably larger than her husband's. Although it was uncomfortable for her, her body truly desired it, as it opened and adapted to the occupant's size and thickness with warmth and lubrication. Naked and shaved down there, lying on that pile of leftover fabric, Trinidad (whatever) was opening herself up to another man. One who desired her more than her own husband. She hadn't felt so appetized since adolescence and therefore her body, by its natural nature, began to grind at the rhythm of the thrusts it received from him.
Biting her lips she had to admit that she enjoyed it so she 'gave in'.
Sánchez Medina was penetrating her with his stiff and meaty flesh, making her moan. Trinidad was aware that she was putting him very hard the cock, which made her feel strangely excited.
Ah, how delicious! Ah, how delicious! You're doing it to me like that, Alberto...! Keep going, keep going - she was saying, amidst evident pleasure gasps.
Alberto put his hand on her stomach and pressed with the intention of feeling his own penis through her female abdomen, and indeed he felt it. The member went in and out, went in and out. Trinidad began to react to the size and thrusts of the attack. Her lower belly moved spasmodically, as if in response to the phallic occupation.
He kissed her and she moaned.
The crevice received and swallowed with pleasure the fibrous fat neck. Sánchez Medina was making his way, feeling it almost as tight as a lady, despite the fact that... 'she is mother of two puppies', he remembered. Trinidad well knew that Casimiro, her husband, did not give her such a thick one, nor did he dilate it so much. He could never do it, he didn't possess neither the capacity nor the intentions to provide that pleasure. Just thinking about it caused her woman's fluids to flow, serving as necessary lubricant for both of them in their task.
The shine that could be seen along Alberto's shaft as he entered and exited came from Trinidad herself. Perceiving the temperature, movement, and thickness of the invader, Trini's body expelled those juices spontaneously, reacting according to the pleasure received. Her vibrant reaction to each thrust was like an explosion of ecstasy, seemed to invite a more constant and vigorous friction. She swallowed him embracing him against the walls of her tunnel, and it fit so tightly around his male that it seemed like a tight glove made for his cock.
Trinidad was also embracing Alberto with her arms, as she loved him at that moment. But for Alberto, that act wasn't exactly romantic, so without thinking about his partner or consulting her, he turned her roughly, as if it were a sexual toy, and put her on all fours, showing his interest in screwing her like a dog.
Few seconds later both seemed to turn into machines for getting it. Like a few meters away sewing machines didn't stop moving productively, they kept up their sexual oscillation getting and getting in a rhythmic, accelerated met-and-suck. So coordinated that they seemed like an old couple. Each one took care of the movement corresponding to them, one would attack and the other receive; then he'd pull out the booty, making it bounce back immediately with speed. The execution was skillful; rubbing against each other between sighs and gasps; constantly moving; colliding their bellies and feverishly shaking their hips; following a rhythm marked by their longings. Alberto's was to enjoy the woman sexually until he got tired of it; hers was to love and be loved. The only thing they really agreed on was the sexual act, as their motivations were very different. Whatever, both consumed themselves in the sexual fire of adultery.
When Trini finally reached the long-awaited orgasm, the sweaty woman arched her back and shuddered with pleasure. However, her lover, who had her well-held by her hips, continued to pound her without even thinking of giving her a break. The deserved and necessary pause for her to savor her climax. Because he was still far from his own climax, so he didn't stop pumping her.
How does he hold on, she thought, having as her only previous reference to her husband. Beside her, Alberto looked like a passionate lover, unbeatable.
Sánchez Medina attacks her with a frenzy that he never saw in Casimiro. Each collision of masculine pubis against feminine buttocks showed Trini that that man truly felt something for her. She believed Alberto Sánchez Medina loved her with an unbridled passion, and was thus demonstrating it to her. However, what for the woman was love for the male was pure sexual ardor, desires to release himself.
This would be evident to anyone who saw the copulation from outside. The man got down on his knees and the entrance and exit of the male member became even more violent and bestial, as he fell onto the lady with all his weight and energy. Seeing the penetration in detail it would seem like a fierce piston entering and exiting quickly in rapid friction in the woman's vagina, not accustomed to such treatment. This became painful for her.
—Aaaaahhh...! Stop, stop! You're hurting me!
But the man didn't stop. The copulation had become terribly violent and, as a climax to that, Sánchez Medina used his hands to slap her several times on the dark brown buttocks of the woman who was impaling him with her meat stake.
The terrible pinches soon broke through capillaries that gave her a darker tone to the already dark buttocks of the lady. Those cheeks had never been treated like that before.
Alberto placed Mrs. on her stomach, with one of his legs stretched out and the other flexed. He continued to penetrate her while massaging her buttocks. These already exposed the mistreatment received.
Without showing signs of fatigue, although yes bathed in sweat, she then placed him on top of him so that she could ride him.
The woman, despite the treatment received, did what was in her instinct as a woman. Without need of further instruction, she swayed her hips automatically. Anchored to the meat post, like a prostitute exercising her profession, she beat her pelvis as if her life depended on it. She wielded it with all her might. That married woman gave a terrible ride to her improvised sexual yoke.
Alberto, taking hold of Trini's ankles, slid her legs forward making her sit on her heels. It was her turn to do sexual squats. He urged her to do them over his cock.
She was tired, but despite that she did it. Sánchez Medina offered her his hands as support by intertwining their fingers with hers. Trinidad took this as another loving gesture that gave her security not to fall. However, he soon withdrew such support, using his hands to pinch her dark nipples. In a strange way, Trinidad felt a painful pleasure. Holding onto those nipple clamps of the Lady's breasts, Alberto moved them with such force that both breasts trembled.
When he came, shooting his seed inside without any protection (he hadn't bothered to put on a condom), the woman vibrated; her sweat ran from her head down to slide along the groove of her back and reach her cleft in the middle of her buttocks. Trinidad Gómez Hernández felt consumed by pleasure and consummated as a woman.
She let herself fall onto the man who had possessed her, and thus both lovers embraced; she thinking he loved her, he satisfied with having screwed another one more, whose husband had removed to achieve his goal.
After a brief and well-deserved pause, the previously reserved woman sucked her partner's member. She did it at his request, who didn't remain passive as he inserted his finger into the tight ring, an orifice that served exclusively as the woman's exit for her excrement until then, but which would become an entrance for what she was sucking at that moment; although Trinidad still didn't know this.
Knowing of females, the Personnel Chief exercised a special treatment on the clitoral area so that she would be susceptible. With dedication and time, he managed to put his own lust into motion in the lady, who was willing to be penetrated through the anus. Trinidad, by her own hand, continued to masturbate him.
Without her noticing, the man took position, positioning himself behind hers. Trinidad supposed that he would simply make love to her from behind again. However, Alberto manipulated his own member until it was over the well-closed asterisk of the lady to penetrate. This gave warning to the woman that he intended...
–No, that way not! –he shouted.
He tried to stop his invader by pushing his pubic area with one hand, but he couldn't, it was useless, Alberto was stronger and opened a path through the narrow tunnel. The phallic member expanded the dark canal like an inserted plug being filled, lodging there for a few seconds.
The woman screamed like a pig, but her attacker didn't stop harassing her. Instead, he gave her a strong slap on one of the rear cheeks. Alberto didn't love her, didn't do it for love, only wanted to satisfy his sexual appetite, but she still didn't understand him.
After a moment, Sánchez Medina got down on his knees and started pumping; it seemed like he was doing a physical exercise, with the peculiarity of being connected to Mrs. via falciform - anal. His testicular scrotum gave constant crackles as it incessantly hit the intimate area of the woman.
Sánchez Medina took her by both arms to cross them behind her back, making her fall directly onto his face in the scraps of fabric, while he continued to penetrate her anally. Despite trying, Trinidad couldn't wriggle free.
The man continued like that for several minutes. The vigorous squats were exercised with discipline. The lady continued receiving it with evident pain in the anus.
The other factory workers, their colleagues, were about to conclude their work shift. Some knew what was happening to Trini, they weren't dumb. Having seen her previously with the Personnel Manager, it was the most obvious thing.
Eulogia also knew it and regretted it. She regretted that she hadn't paid attention to it. Now the worst was coming when Casimiro found out that the Personnel Manager had screwed his wife in the factory. His gossipy colleagues would surely let him know, they'd only do it to screw around, no way, that's how they were, well she knew them.
When the hour of departure arrived, like a good friend, instead of going home she decided to wait for Trinidad outside the factory. She was praying that Casimiro wouldn't arrive.
But the minutes were passing and she wasn't leaving. Eulogia didn't know if she should wait for her anymore or just leave already. It had been a long time since her other companions had left, and she was still there. She should have already been on her way home, as she had a lot to do: prepare food; wash clothes; take care of the kids, besides... what need was there to stay there wasting time? But Trinidad was her friend after all. She felt responsible for seeing her leave safely from there despite...
In the end, despite what she had done. She was running a great risk if her husband arrived and discovered her. She wanted to be there to protect her.
The minutes seemed like hours while he was waiting for his aunt until she finally came out.
She looked exhausted, drained, as if defeated.
What happened, aunt?!
But Trinidad remained silent, didn't answer and like an automaton walked slowly and with difficulty away from the factory. Her companion followed her.
Don't tell me that damn guy raped you.
Trini, without turning back to look at her, nodded slightly with her head.
—So then...?! asked Eulogia, taking her by the arm to make her look at her eyes.
And that questioning began a wave of thoughts in Trini. Everything seemed very confusing to her. She herself didn't know how to explain what had happened. !She wanted to prevent it!, didn't she? At least she had tried; she had said no more than once, explained that she was married although he well knew it. But on the other hand, when the moment came, she couldn't deny that she enjoyed it, and she couldn't hide it even from herself.
And in that instant Alberto, the HR Manager, left the factory through the parking lot in his car. Trinidad turned to look at him, Eulogia did too, but then she saw her friend. Watching how she looked at him, she thought she understood everything.
—Ah... I understand now —said Eulogia.
When she heard that, in that disdainful tone of voice, Trinidad felt offended. She looked at her friend's eyes. How could Eulogia believe it was possible for him to...? I mean, she loved her husband.
But, after all that, that's what I had done.
Isn't that so not a gossip? --finished saying Eulogia, with certain annoyance, since she was regretful of having mortified herself so much over that woman.
So that Eulógia was already getting an idea of where her aunt was. 'Damn motherfucker, but I did warn him well. Damn, bloody aunt!', thought Eulógia to herself.
And it was that she had been advising him for days:
Be careful aunt, I know what I'm saying. Sánchez Medina is making you want it. It's visible from afar, and if you don't put the brakes on the consequences. When he wants a worker, he screws her because he screws her.
---But how? Why hasn't anyone reported it?
Hey girlfriend. As Head of Personnel he takes advantage. Many have preferred to leave due to fear of scandal. You need to put the brakes on before it happens, or else... well, before something happens to you. If only you knew how those who fell into his hands fared, I wouldn't even tell you. Mostly because of gossip, and since... you're married, if you were single, well..., it's up to you, the situation could be different. Many fall for him because he speaks nicely and they think he'll make them his wife, but don't believe he's serious, eh. He's not a prince charming like many think. He only looks for women to satisfy himself, then forgets about them. That guy is a real scoundrel, he just takes advantage of them and that's it. Now if you feel like it and want to give yourself the treat, well... He has a good job and isn't bad-looking. You'd understand...
—Oh Eulogia, how do you think I'd be interested in him. No, no, no, no. How could you think that. Not even a thought would cross my mind about something like that. Never, do you hear me? I'd never do something like that!
Okay, well I'll tell you, do something. The best thing you can do is ask for your change. You should go to Naucalpan's factory. There you'd be safe from that guy. You'd even be closer to your house —Eulogia advised him.
It's not that easy. To get the change, I have to put in a swap, and then see if someone from over there wants to come here. It's very hard.
—Well, do something, sister! Before anything serious happens... Oh Trini, where did Casimiro find out about it? Wherever he finds out that guy is throwing his dogs at you, God the Father will get angry. You know how your husband is, always ready to get upset over any nonsense. And don't let him compromise by putting a curse on that wretched man. He has it coming to him, what's there to say? Damn shameless one! But Casimiro could lose his job... or worse, maybe they'll put him in jail... just for defending you!
When Eulogia's words were heard, Trini thought of her husband. Her aunt was right, if Casimiro saw her being 'wooed' by the factory's Personnel Chief, he wouldn't care about his own job or that one's position. For sure, Casimiro would go straight to blows with Alberto. And maybe even at her herself for letting it happen.
But what could I have done so that that idiot would leave her alone. If I had only made it clear to him for just two days the mentioned one had physically exposed his intentions to me. Just thinking about it embarrassed me. In fact, I hadn't even told my aunt about it because of shame.
The Head of Personnel had coincided with her in the narrow corridor leading to the services. She was leaving the ladies' restroom and he was heading for the men's.
As with other occasions, at just seeing him, Trinidad felt overheated. She was perfectly aware that he wanted something from her and this made her blush, among other sensations. The man instinctively stimulated her in such a way that it excited her hormones. It was as if her being required to satisfy a need that only he could calm.
By his part, Alberto Sánchez Medina, as each time he was before a new 'victim', exhibited a particular gallantry.
Pass you through, he said in the most pleasant tone, giving him unmistakably the passage by the narrow passageway.
Trinidad accepted the courtesy and proceeded to advance, nonetheless, and despite what was said, Alberto also advanced so quickly that it was inevitable for both bodies to collide in a terrible crash. The man tried to position himself so that his bulge would be protected right in the middle of Trinidad's buttocks, making the most of the situation.
The size and softness of the female buttocks became delightfully apparent to the man, while the woman was starkly aware of the hardness and thickness of her attacker's penis, who even moved his hips as if copulating, despite there being clothes in between.
Mrs. remained in a compromising situation like that. She feared more than him that some colleague would pass by and discover them in such circumstances. Trinidad neither protested nor complained, only puffed involuntarily and managed to unclog herself as she could. She walked away from there without saying anything, as if nothing had happened. She didn't confide in anyone, not then or later. And it was that there were previous occasions when Sánchez Medina had expressed his desire to appear with her corporally, but the problem was that Trinidad never uttered a complaint. Neither granted nor denied, simply acted as if nothing had happened. She never complained about those actions of his, nor did she tell her husband. She didn't want Casimiro to get into trouble by letting slip something. But maybe there was more. It was like a guilty pleasure, but Trini wasn't aware of it.
No, that man doesn't like me. Besides... I'm married! By God!, she was telling her cousin Eulogia, deceiving herself with her own words, because deep down she felt something for that man.
Trinidad was deceiving herself by saying Alberto wouldn't go further, despite it being obvious that he was one of those 'loose cocks' who won't stop unless stopped. Alberto Sánchez Medina would take any woman who let him, that was the truth. And although in Trini's case it was riskier, since her husband worked at the same company, this didn't matter to him. If he wanted to have sex with her, he would do so, even if it was right in front of her husband's nose.
Eulogia had warned her well for something, 'If you're interested in him and get tired of him, taking care that your husband doesn't find out, or you put the guy in his place and make it clear to him, otherwise you'll have problems.' But Trinidad didn't seem coherent. She said she wasn't interested, but did nothing about it to avoid it. Neither moved away from Sánchez Medina's intentions nor accepted them openly. Let everything continue its course. Trinidad did what people who don't want to take responsibility for living do: leave everything to God's will. 'Whatever God wants', she would often say.
And that's why what happened happened:
Trinidad was waking up, recovering consciousness, and as she opened her eyes could perceive movement. She tried to focus her gaze until she could distinguish clearly. It was Sánchez Medina. He had him on top of her, naked. Immediately Trinidad looked towards her lower zone, where something was obviously happening, and what she saw was this:
The head of a gland opening the lips of her own vagina (which seemed like a girl's mouth savoring a greasy and fat palate). Although she was only skating playfully, that headstrong one threatened to enter her intimacy at any moment.
No, Alberto. I'm married —Trini begged her attacker, who knew him well. Just minutes before, she had only just stopped calling him 'Don Alberto', since he had invited her to address him informally during lunch and...
It was then that she knew. Of course something must have put it in the food or drink. She had drugged her!
He remembered thus how he had started that day.
Here goes that prick Sanchez Medina's barber -- exposed Casimiro, the husband of Trinidad, expressing the feelings that the aforementioned Head of Personnel produced in his entrails.
Alberto followed the steps of the Patron to his office while Casimiro was inspecting his wife's sewing machine, which had broken down and he was in charge of maintaining such devices as a technician.
—It seems like he loves to smell the old man's farts; that little scoundrel is always behind the boss—
She saw Alberto without sharing her husband's feelings.
—Oh, you don't even get involved. Don't go looking for trouble and let it slip away from you —Trinidad commented.
—And what...! Do you think I'm afraid of him?! —Casimiro responded in a rough tone.
By the tone of her voice, Casimiro thought his wife was defending the other man and that bothered him. 'Why is she defending that guy?', he thought.
Once the machine was repaired, Casimiro left his wife Trinidad to fulfill her work shift and went away. And, as usual, the woman focused on her job.
Hours later:
—What's up Trinidad, how are you? —said the male voice over the shoulder of the worker.
Trini, surprised, turned and saw Alberto Sánchez Medina, the Personnel Chief, just behind her. The man was standing there and she feared that he would see her husband. She looked around for Casimiro but didn't find him.
Sánchez Medina continued speaking. His sole presence produced chemical reactions in the woman's body who couldn't comprehend that. She barely realized her heart was beating faster.
Hey. It's almost time for lunch and I'd like to invite you to a place I know. It's very nice.
—Ah... excuse me... Mr. Alberto, but my husband and I eat together and... —Trinidad immediately objected.
I know it's like that, but he won't be here to do it today. The boss told me they needed him in Naucalpan and I sent him there. That's why I'm inviting you to eat. What do you think if we only accompany each other for today? Come on, don't reject me, it's just an occasion and nothing more.
Trinidad, innocently, couldn't imagine what Alberto had in his head when he said those words. And yet she still couldn't be that innocent as not to realize what accepting an invitation like this meant. Nevertheless, she did it.
Sánchez Medina took her to a certainly ostentatious restaurant. Trini, accustomed to eating at the humble market she went to with her husband, came out completely unconventional. The place looked good; clean, with beautiful decoration, and even had live music. The menu items were of considerable price but her companion told her not to worry about it, he would pay the bill.
Trinidad felt strange there. It wasn't just because of the luxury she was not used to, but she also felt like she was being courted by a suitor who was trying to please her. Her own husband had never taken her to a place like this, not even when they were dating. Of course, he didn't have the resources to do it frequently, but... Even once in a while. Once a year, at most, thought Trini to herself.
The woman savored fish and shellfish, while he ate a type of Argentine cut meat (presumably preparing energy for the next feast).
Sánchez Medina had the good sense not to bother her at mealtime, and the only conversation that took place between plates served for the Head of Personnel to get to know 'the meat' better, which was going to be devoured minutes later.
So you have two daughters.
Yes, one in high school and another in elementary school —replied the lady.
—Ah, I'd like to get to know them one day, they must be as beautiful as you —he said to her, flattering her.
She blushed and Sánchez Medina smiled confidently while Trini's face turned red with blood. She felt uncomfortable being flattered by a man who wasn't her husband, although Alberto made her feel special with his words. He really seemed interested in her. After a lifetime of marriage, Trinidad was feeling like an attractive, desired, and courted woman again, and that pleased her inside.
While they continued eating and chatting, Trinidad was well aware that she was enjoying herself, while her husband was working far away from there.
Sánchez Medina, after all, didn't seem so unpleasant as her husband believed, or so exploited as his aunt thought. I mean, beyond his evident attractive man, Alberto was someone with whom she was pleased to be.
After lunch Trinidad left the restaurant with Alberto. She felt very well, as if her body was lightening up. It seemed like she was walking on clouds. She felt so light, so carefree as never before. The man offered his arm and she grabbed it because she actually needed that support. She felt like a feather. She was afraid that if she didn't hold onto him her feet would lose the floor. That's how she let herself be taken to the factory leaning on that man, despite her friends seeing her like that and probably criticizing her. They would surely do so, or even worse, they could gossip about it with her husband.
Nevertheless he was led by Alberto without worrying about anything.
As she felt quite sleepy, before going to her workplace, she went to the restroom to wash her face and thus force herself to wake up.
When she raised her head and looked in the mirror, she felt like she was dreaming. Her own image couldn't be seen clearly, it blurred her vision. Then, softly, she faded away.
When she came to, Trinidad discovered herself naked. The stubborn point of a notably swollen phallus was lubriciously gliding down the vertical slit of her sex. It threatened to enter! And her sex was... was shaved!
Trinidad had never shaved down there. What had happened?!
She would never know what had happened minutes before, but it was this:
That man once he had loaded her from the bathroom to that cellar, laid her out on a heap of torn fabric. Already having her thus, he undressed her. After gazing at her, he placed his hand on her belly, savoring the warmth that the woman was emitting. Animated, he pressed his palm more against the female body at the same time as with the other he introduced a finger into the slit. Slowly the skin and muscle he massaged relaxed in response to his caresses.
Trini, unconsciously, began to react. Her lower belly moved spasmodically like in response to masculine manipulation.
As he was kissing her at the same time from behind the ear, down to her neck, Alberto listened as she moaned. He began to rub his naked member against one of her legs and it got hard, stiffening fully.
Literalmente his mouth was watering, but for her cock; already he wanted to sink into it. But before, feeling master of the situation, Sánchez Medina took the time to shave it down there, he had everything ready (he liked shaven females), he wanted to feel her freshly shaved and washed; smooth like the softness of a baby. And so it was. After having removed the excess hair, the used soap had left a pleasant smell in the public area of the woman about to be used.
He rammed the clean opening and she only moaned. Then I did it again, thus dilating the increasingly juicy vaginal cavern. But even with that, she still wasn't waking up. Trinidad was still in limbo. Alberto then had sex with sex for the first time with the Lady at his mercy. When he slid the shiny head playfully across those lips, that's when she woke up.
The man smiled to himself. His plan had gone as well as he wanted it to. Well did he know that on the same day, that woman, despite being married and a mother (which gave flavor to the matter), would keep him in her intimacy. He had already done his job, 'courted' her, and now was time to enjoy the screw.
Thrown over that pile of scraps of fabric (which was soft enough to serve as a bed) the woman weighed down by that reality. She had Alberto Sánchez Medina, the Head of Personnel, on top of her, completely naked, and about to sexually penetrate her. And for God's sake, she was a married woman! How had she ended up at this point? How would she explain to her husband that his pubic hair had disappeared?! He would inevitably find out about it! She herself didn't recognize the zone in which Alberto's meaty shaft slid lubriciously, threatening to enter her body. That crevice opened naturally as if eager for that body to be introduced into it.
— No, no, no please Alberto, I'm a married woman!
He forgot the key word. You should have said 'happily' married - emphasized that one - . If you had said that, I wouldn't do this - and then the man proceeded.
As that instant the woman felt the invader's entry into her body. It was notably larger than her husband's. Although it was uncomfortable for her, her body truly desired it, as it opened and adapted to the occupant's size and thickness with warmth and lubrication. Naked and shaved down there, lying on that pile of leftover fabric, Trinidad (whatever) was opening herself up to another man. One who desired her more than her own husband. She hadn't felt so appetized since adolescence and therefore her body, by its natural nature, began to grind at the rhythm of the thrusts it received from him.
Biting her lips she had to admit that she enjoyed it so she 'gave in'.
Sánchez Medina was penetrating her with his stiff and meaty flesh, making her moan. Trinidad was aware that she was putting him very hard the cock, which made her feel strangely excited.
Ah, how delicious! Ah, how delicious! You're doing it to me like that, Alberto...! Keep going, keep going - she was saying, amidst evident pleasure gasps.
Alberto put his hand on her stomach and pressed with the intention of feeling his own penis through her female abdomen, and indeed he felt it. The member went in and out, went in and out. Trinidad began to react to the size and thrusts of the attack. Her lower belly moved spasmodically, as if in response to the phallic occupation.
He kissed her and she moaned.
The crevice received and swallowed with pleasure the fibrous fat neck. Sánchez Medina was making his way, feeling it almost as tight as a lady, despite the fact that... 'she is mother of two puppies', he remembered. Trinidad well knew that Casimiro, her husband, did not give her such a thick one, nor did he dilate it so much. He could never do it, he didn't possess neither the capacity nor the intentions to provide that pleasure. Just thinking about it caused her woman's fluids to flow, serving as necessary lubricant for both of them in their task.
The shine that could be seen along Alberto's shaft as he entered and exited came from Trinidad herself. Perceiving the temperature, movement, and thickness of the invader, Trini's body expelled those juices spontaneously, reacting according to the pleasure received. Her vibrant reaction to each thrust was like an explosion of ecstasy, seemed to invite a more constant and vigorous friction. She swallowed him embracing him against the walls of her tunnel, and it fit so tightly around his male that it seemed like a tight glove made for his cock.
Trinidad was also embracing Alberto with her arms, as she loved him at that moment. But for Alberto, that act wasn't exactly romantic, so without thinking about his partner or consulting her, he turned her roughly, as if it were a sexual toy, and put her on all fours, showing his interest in screwing her like a dog.
Few seconds later both seemed to turn into machines for getting it. Like a few meters away sewing machines didn't stop moving productively, they kept up their sexual oscillation getting and getting in a rhythmic, accelerated met-and-suck. So coordinated that they seemed like an old couple. Each one took care of the movement corresponding to them, one would attack and the other receive; then he'd pull out the booty, making it bounce back immediately with speed. The execution was skillful; rubbing against each other between sighs and gasps; constantly moving; colliding their bellies and feverishly shaking their hips; following a rhythm marked by their longings. Alberto's was to enjoy the woman sexually until he got tired of it; hers was to love and be loved. The only thing they really agreed on was the sexual act, as their motivations were very different. Whatever, both consumed themselves in the sexual fire of adultery.
When Trini finally reached the long-awaited orgasm, the sweaty woman arched her back and shuddered with pleasure. However, her lover, who had her well-held by her hips, continued to pound her without even thinking of giving her a break. The deserved and necessary pause for her to savor her climax. Because he was still far from his own climax, so he didn't stop pumping her.
How does he hold on, she thought, having as her only previous reference to her husband. Beside her, Alberto looked like a passionate lover, unbeatable.
Sánchez Medina attacks her with a frenzy that he never saw in Casimiro. Each collision of masculine pubis against feminine buttocks showed Trini that that man truly felt something for her. She believed Alberto Sánchez Medina loved her with an unbridled passion, and was thus demonstrating it to her. However, what for the woman was love for the male was pure sexual ardor, desires to release himself.
This would be evident to anyone who saw the copulation from outside. The man got down on his knees and the entrance and exit of the male member became even more violent and bestial, as he fell onto the lady with all his weight and energy. Seeing the penetration in detail it would seem like a fierce piston entering and exiting quickly in rapid friction in the woman's vagina, not accustomed to such treatment. This became painful for her.
—Aaaaahhh...! Stop, stop! You're hurting me!
But the man didn't stop. The copulation had become terribly violent and, as a climax to that, Sánchez Medina used his hands to slap her several times on the dark brown buttocks of the woman who was impaling him with her meat stake.
The terrible pinches soon broke through capillaries that gave her a darker tone to the already dark buttocks of the lady. Those cheeks had never been treated like that before.
Alberto placed Mrs. on her stomach, with one of his legs stretched out and the other flexed. He continued to penetrate her while massaging her buttocks. These already exposed the mistreatment received.
Without showing signs of fatigue, although yes bathed in sweat, she then placed him on top of him so that she could ride him.
The woman, despite the treatment received, did what was in her instinct as a woman. Without need of further instruction, she swayed her hips automatically. Anchored to the meat post, like a prostitute exercising her profession, she beat her pelvis as if her life depended on it. She wielded it with all her might. That married woman gave a terrible ride to her improvised sexual yoke.
Alberto, taking hold of Trini's ankles, slid her legs forward making her sit on her heels. It was her turn to do sexual squats. He urged her to do them over his cock.
She was tired, but despite that she did it. Sánchez Medina offered her his hands as support by intertwining their fingers with hers. Trinidad took this as another loving gesture that gave her security not to fall. However, he soon withdrew such support, using his hands to pinch her dark nipples. In a strange way, Trinidad felt a painful pleasure. Holding onto those nipple clamps of the Lady's breasts, Alberto moved them with such force that both breasts trembled.
When he came, shooting his seed inside without any protection (he hadn't bothered to put on a condom), the woman vibrated; her sweat ran from her head down to slide along the groove of her back and reach her cleft in the middle of her buttocks. Trinidad Gómez Hernández felt consumed by pleasure and consummated as a woman.
She let herself fall onto the man who had possessed her, and thus both lovers embraced; she thinking he loved her, he satisfied with having screwed another one more, whose husband had removed to achieve his goal.
After a brief and well-deserved pause, the previously reserved woman sucked her partner's member. She did it at his request, who didn't remain passive as he inserted his finger into the tight ring, an orifice that served exclusively as the woman's exit for her excrement until then, but which would become an entrance for what she was sucking at that moment; although Trinidad still didn't know this.
Knowing of females, the Personnel Chief exercised a special treatment on the clitoral area so that she would be susceptible. With dedication and time, he managed to put his own lust into motion in the lady, who was willing to be penetrated through the anus. Trinidad, by her own hand, continued to masturbate him.
Without her noticing, the man took position, positioning himself behind hers. Trinidad supposed that he would simply make love to her from behind again. However, Alberto manipulated his own member until it was over the well-closed asterisk of the lady to penetrate. This gave warning to the woman that he intended...
–No, that way not! –he shouted.
He tried to stop his invader by pushing his pubic area with one hand, but he couldn't, it was useless, Alberto was stronger and opened a path through the narrow tunnel. The phallic member expanded the dark canal like an inserted plug being filled, lodging there for a few seconds.
The woman screamed like a pig, but her attacker didn't stop harassing her. Instead, he gave her a strong slap on one of the rear cheeks. Alberto didn't love her, didn't do it for love, only wanted to satisfy his sexual appetite, but she still didn't understand him.
After a moment, Sánchez Medina got down on his knees and started pumping; it seemed like he was doing a physical exercise, with the peculiarity of being connected to Mrs. via falciform - anal. His testicular scrotum gave constant crackles as it incessantly hit the intimate area of the woman.
Sánchez Medina took her by both arms to cross them behind her back, making her fall directly onto his face in the scraps of fabric, while he continued to penetrate her anally. Despite trying, Trinidad couldn't wriggle free.
The man continued like that for several minutes. The vigorous squats were exercised with discipline. The lady continued receiving it with evident pain in the anus.
The other factory workers, their colleagues, were about to conclude their work shift. Some knew what was happening to Trini, they weren't dumb. Having seen her previously with the Personnel Manager, it was the most obvious thing.
Eulogia also knew it and regretted it. She regretted that she hadn't paid attention to it. Now the worst was coming when Casimiro found out that the Personnel Manager had screwed his wife in the factory. His gossipy colleagues would surely let him know, they'd only do it to screw around, no way, that's how they were, well she knew them.
When the hour of departure arrived, like a good friend, instead of going home she decided to wait for Trinidad outside the factory. She was praying that Casimiro wouldn't arrive.
But the minutes were passing and she wasn't leaving. Eulogia didn't know if she should wait for her anymore or just leave already. It had been a long time since her other companions had left, and she was still there. She should have already been on her way home, as she had a lot to do: prepare food; wash clothes; take care of the kids, besides... what need was there to stay there wasting time? But Trinidad was her friend after all. She felt responsible for seeing her leave safely from there despite...
In the end, despite what she had done. She was running a great risk if her husband arrived and discovered her. She wanted to be there to protect her.
The minutes seemed like hours while he was waiting for his aunt until she finally came out.
She looked exhausted, drained, as if defeated.
What happened, aunt?!
But Trinidad remained silent, didn't answer and like an automaton walked slowly and with difficulty away from the factory. Her companion followed her.
Don't tell me that damn guy raped you.
Trini, without turning back to look at her, nodded slightly with her head.
—So then...?! asked Eulogia, taking her by the arm to make her look at her eyes.
And that questioning began a wave of thoughts in Trini. Everything seemed very confusing to her. She herself didn't know how to explain what had happened. !She wanted to prevent it!, didn't she? At least she had tried; she had said no more than once, explained that she was married although he well knew it. But on the other hand, when the moment came, she couldn't deny that she enjoyed it, and she couldn't hide it even from herself.
And in that instant Alberto, the HR Manager, left the factory through the parking lot in his car. Trinidad turned to look at him, Eulogia did too, but then she saw her friend. Watching how she looked at him, she thought she understood everything.
—Ah... I understand now —said Eulogia.
When she heard that, in that disdainful tone of voice, Trinidad felt offended. She looked at her friend's eyes. How could Eulogia believe it was possible for him to...? I mean, she loved her husband.
But, after all that, that's what I had done.
Isn't that so not a gossip? --finished saying Eulogia, with certain annoyance, since she was regretful of having mortified herself so much over that woman.
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