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Compendium IIIThe call I received that afternoon wasn't unexpected...
-Consejero Victor, how can I help you? – I asked in a fake tone.
- Cut your crap, Marco! – he insulted me instantly. - Tell me what's going on between you and my wife!
-I don't know what you're talking about, sir…- I replied, keeping calm.
-Where did you go with her today? Answer! – he demanded furiously.
-I already told you, I only took her to learn how to drive...
-Lie! I know you're screwing her! – the cuck hit the nail on the head.
However, although I smiled, I maintained my posture perfectly.
-I don't know what you're talking about, sir! – I replied with cordiality. - If that were the case, wouldn't I take advantage of her dressing more revealing than when she attends parent-teacher association meetings?
-The hothead kept silent for a few moments, in a mix of confusion and fury.
-Where did you take her today? – he insisted again, obstinately.
-I already told you. I took her to an empty parking lot on the outskirts of the city so she could practice without putting others at risk.
-Are you sure, idiot? – he insulted me instantly. - Are you sure you didn't take her anywhere else today?
-Excuse me, sir, but...
-RESPOND TO MY QUESTION, MARCO! – he interrupted me, shouting at me over the phone. - DIDN'T YOU TAKE HER TO ANOTHER PLACE TODAY?
His voice sounded unbalanced...
-No, sir. I already told you I only took her to an empty parking lot on the outskirts of the city... although... well...-I added cryptically.
-WHAT? – he insisted furiously.
-Well, Isabella forgot her phone in the car today. – I continued my act. – And on the way to the parking lot, she asked me to stop at a mall so she could buy a new one. I thought she was crazy and exaggerating, so we left immediately. Excuse me, sir, but how did you...?
-And he hung up abruptly.
I admit that I felt frustrated by the insult he gave me. But at the same time, I smiled satisfied, more... Convinced that my strategy would never be effective.
Version of Isabella.
After many, many, many years, Victor finally seemed to pay attention. It was the way she was dressed. When Isabella was his wife, he knew she liked wearing bold clothes to tempt men's gazes.
But, there she was, wearing common clothes...
•Marco was teaching me how to drive! – she replied tiredly to Victor, who was questioning her during dinner. - Do you think it's very easy to press the pedals using high heels? Izzie took Lily to her room to comb her hair before sleeping. She knew that Victor hadn't believed her, by the way he raised his eyebrow.
When she was my wife, she knew he wasn't interested in driving. It was one of those things he didn't want to learn. But now, he was surprising her with how well I was teaching him. She knew he suspected something, but still couldn't prove it.
That's when Izzie realized that my strategy was effective: although Victor suspected her infidelity, the fact that she wore so little attractive clothing contradicted the premise, as one would think that when meeting her lover, she would wear the most revealing outfit of all.
That was the moment Isabella realized that Victor's love for her had long ended. He no longer looked at her with jealousy. Instead, he saw her angry, as if someone had taken away one of his favorite toys and played with it.
And that's when she realized she had become just as egocentric as him: in some way, she had convinced herself that a life with money and possessions was the most important thing in the world.
I reminded her that things weren't like that.
While bathing, she started thinking about me. She began to caress her femininity with a piece of soap, biting her crimson lips. The hot water burned her breasts lightly, and she started pinching them, thinking and remembering how I had touched her hours earlier. She soaked her black hair, as if washing it, baptizing herself in a new woman worried about something.
The lust overpowered her. She realized that Victor was more handsome and strong than I was. But she also noticed that he lacked something, and it wasn't precisely the size of my penis.According to her, although hers was a little smaller than mine, the main difference was how Victor made her feel. He was arrogant, powerful, dominant. While I was equally powerful, but affectionate and compliant.
She realized she had dropped the soap and was masturbating directly, thinking about me.
The water, refreshing and seductive, made her feel alive. As she caressed and rubbed her body, she took the decision that my body would belong to me and only to me.Once dry, she put on her favorite camisole, which shows off her cleavage and round backside. She went to the bedroom, where Victor was already sleeping.
It didn't matter to her. They had been apart for several months, during which he hadn't been looking for her.
She climbed onto the bed carefully, without intending to wake him up. She lay on her back next to him, pressing her breasts against the refreshing sheets.
Closed his eyes, trying to imagine my caresses. My hands caressing her body. My lips, kissing her back. She felt herself getting wet between the legs, wanting me with all her might.****************************************************************************
Emma's preparations
Oh, I can't believe your clothes fit you so well! Emma said to Isabella as she appreciated how Isabella stretched out the blouse's fold. You still look impressive, even in this! I'm sure Marco will love it!
Isabella didn't seem very convinced. It wasn't her usual style...
•I find it hard to believe that you and I have almost the same breast size! – she commented, emphasizing the neckline.
Emma smiled, putting herself behind her back.Oh, what arrogance, Izzie, please! – Emma said to her, grabbing her breasts and adjusting them better. - Not all of us can look as beautiful as you!
Then, something was in the atmosphere...
Something magical. Emma told me she knew it was her friend. That they had trust. But it was the first time they were physically so close.
Emma felt her excited breasts pressing against the back of her friend's body. Izzie didn't say anything, not wanting to interrupt the situation.
They passed almost half a minute in silence, with the sound of their breathing cutting through the quiet. Emma's warm hands absorbed the heat of Izzie's breasts.
And it was then that Emma broke the silence...
Do you know? – Emma asked her ear, sliding her hand down to her friend's waist. - Have you noticed that Marco likes skirts? If you had your waist, he would also wear a nice thong like this...
Isabella started to moan, feeling how Emma's fingers introduced themselves into the contour of her waist...
•Mmhg! Emma! – Izzie complained, excited.
The two friends separated. They looked at each other without knowing what had just happened.
But Emma, having trotted through these paths before, realized that Izzie wasn't ready yet. At least, not to move on to the next level with her...
And much less, do it without me being present...
Thursday morning dawned radiant. After leaving my puppy at school, I walked with the girls, where a pleasant surprise awaited: Isabella wore a white blouse that seemed to overflow her magnificent breasts and a thin fabric skirt that showcased her stunning legs.
- Are you ready for your next lesson? I asked, smiling with pleasure at the view.The girls were smiling, excited about what would follow...
• Yes! And don't worry... I took care of forgetting my cell phone again in my car. - she smiled, winking at me.
- Oh... okay. - I said a bit surprised, because that didn't bother me.
And instead of walking towards my pickup truck, we walked directly to the matón, who was looking at us again like a fierce dog.
I could feel Izzie tensing up in front of his presence.
- How are you, sir? - I greeted the driver very cordially. - We've come here to ask for the keys to your car.
The two of them were staring at me in awe...
• What? - Isabella asked, impacted.
- Just like you hear it. - I replied simply. - We're not getting anything out of practicing on my pickup truck if, in the end, you'll be using this car anyway.
• Sorry, but my lord hasn't given me any instructions regarding this! Besides, he's currently attending a very important meeting! - the imposing driver responded, clearly nervous.
I disguised my smile as best I could.
- Do you hear that, Isabella? - I said, looking at her with mischief. - He says he has to inform your husband. I thought it was your personal chauffeur. How can you put up with an employee so bad and disobedient?
And it was then that Isabella understood everything, using her favorite word when I behave like this...
It was precious.
Like setting a hungry lion free and giving it a chainsaw...
The least he said was that I was a jerk, a guy, an incompetent, and good for nothing.
His voice, rising and falling with insults, was even inspiring.
• And give me the keys to my own car, useless! - she ordered firmly.
The driver, shaking like a leaf, handed them over.
Isabella and I looked at each other, victorious...
- Isabella, drive your car! - I said, seeing her offer them. - Show him what much you've learned! And when seeing the opportunity, he remembered it all: from adjusting the seat to adjusting the mirrors. He was hesitant, having control of his life for the first time in years... -Do it! – I encouraged him, so he could insert the key into the ignition. - You know what to do well! He turned the ignition and put the vehicle in gear. Confused and not knowing what to do anymore, the driver watched as we drove away at a prudent speed. Of course, after advancing a block, I had to ask Izzie to get onto the sidewalk. -I haven't taught you about traffic lights yet. – I explained, while looking at him sadly having to temporarily take away what he gained with much effort. After adjusting the seat and mirrors, I asked: -Are you ready for your last lesson before recovering your freedom?
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