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Volume IA suggestion from a good friend, I'll translate the conversations into Spanish. It's been a providential idea, especially on this first night, when I'm working and Kevin's ghost is haunting my memory.
It causes me complex emotions to write it. On one hand, it pains me because my Marisol, in some way, stopped being my Marisol. But on the other, it excites and delights me because she has returned just like I did.
We learned a lot from that role change. Even though she says she didn't like it, I know her and it would be the same Kevin who would end up returning her to me... but that's getting ahead of things...
Ironically, I learned that she loves me quite a bit and probably won't repeat the experience. I realized that what they said is true. There's something special about me...
Marisol told me I'm intelligent, tall, and handsome, but also that I listen, am generous, and very hospitable. She said I always make her feel comfortable, that I have an aura of innocence and kindness, and that when we talk, there's no topic that's off-limits.
And that worried her that afternoon, my expected Nightingale.
Marco, you're back! I missed you so much! she said, hugging and kissing me many times.
I didn't want to ask right away. She told me she had missed me a lot during dinner, because unlike other times, she felt alone and nobody spoke her language. The classes weren't too complicated, but she thought she could manage.
She asked how I did in the cutie. I said it was a difficult week because things still weren't functioning properly. Plus, the maintenance and operations manager, a petulant woman named Hanna, also known as Cargo shorts for her type of Bermuda shorts, had given me hell all week.
Since I hated being idle, I dedicated myself to reviewing equipment and systems, which didn't necessarily... They corresponded, but at least they distracted me from my worries. But deep down, I had been missing her all week.
Finally, there was nothing left to ask when she told me.
I have something to tell you...
I noticed it by her eyes. Something had happened...
We were going to talk, but someone knocked on the door. It was Kevin and Fiona...
Hi, buddy! My wife said you were worried about yours, so I came here to check on it. See?... it doesn't even have a scratch... Kevin said as he arrived.
The fact that he told me that made me more anxious to confirm the truth of his words...
Fiona was silent. She was watching Marisol and her husband attentively. But Marisol didn't move away from my arm.
Would you like something to drink? my nightingale invited.
I wouldn't mind! Kevin said, very happy.
Marisol looked at him with eyes full of hatred.
We don't have beer... she responded, very dryly.
Kevin was intimidated.
It's fine, whatever you have is fine... he accepted.
She served us juice. While we were drinking, I felt a sense of relief. Maybe nothing had happened...
So where were you? Fiona asked Marisol. When Marco returned, he asked about you...
I noticed the distrust in Fiona's eyes, but Marisol responded with her usual honesty.
I was at university. Kevin left me outside the campus and I went to class.
She replied, closing her eyelids slightly longer than usual.
I know her... something more had happened...
It's the least I could do... Kevin said, smiling at me. Poor little bird is pregnant and all...
It could be a coincidence. It didn't necessarily mean that he already had a nickname for Marisol...
Kevin noticed the tension in the girls when he spoke. He looked at me, asking for help...
Will you come with me to smoke? Kevin asked.
I don't smoke... I replied, while they looked at us very seriously.
Friend, you need a life... Kevin said, opening the door.
We went out to the patio and stretched, relaxing...
Hold up! You lied to me...! You said it with Fiona and it didn't work out... I protested.
Listening to that was a relief. At least, it seemed like you had told the truth when you said you wanted to try with her.
Did you talk to her about it before? I asked.
Certainly not!... Fiona is... special. She likes sex in a way... and well... it's for making babies. It's not like you or me, who have needs and desires. For her, even touching is difficult, do you understand? he said, quite distressed.
Yes, but you should talk to her about it. When I started doing Marisol's butt, she was also scared, I confessed.
Ah, that Marisol! he said, laughing. She's a loaded gun!
Why? I asked, confused.
He looked at me and got more serious.
Because she hates me. When I came the first night with my beer bottle, she kicked me out. The next day, I came back smoking and didn't let me in either... and well, in the mornings her nose is sensitive... to the point that it's hard for me to get her to university...
I didn't know him well, but I had more and more suspicions about that trip to university...
Well... because she'll be a mother and her nose has become sensitive... I explained.
Yes... but I never thought I'd leave smoking for a woman... he said, somewhat thrilled. I mean... by a pregnant woman, at least! You surprised me quite a bit, buddy!
He took my shoulder, as if congratulating me. Then we went inside. During our time outside, he didn't light a cigarette...
Something was up.
Let's go, love! Kevin said, touching Fiona's butt. Leave the tortoises to console themselves!
Fiona turned red, but looked at me like she was submitting to her husband's new deal.
Once we were alone again...
There's something I want to tell you!... we both said at the same time.
We looked at each other. We kissed. We laughed. We really had missed each other.
We went to the bedroom and started undressing.
Who says it first? he asked.
I smiled.
I suppose you do. You're the one who listens to what I tell you... I replied.
She blushed. “Marco, no!... I'm embarrassed…” she said. “You shouldn't have... I've always told you everything…” “Yes... but it's different…” she said, looking very upset. “I wanted to hear it…” I sighed. Something had happened... I caressed her face and said. “You're my wife and I'll keep loving you!” “But Marco…” she protested, but couldn't find the words to continue. “Marisol, that's what I feel all the time, when I tell you” I said, ordering my shirt, without looking at her. “That same embarrassment you must be feeling now, I've already felt it...” “Yes... but it's different…” she said. “I don't mind if you tell me... because I enjoy it... but you...” I closed the closet. “How do you know?... maybe I like it too...” I tried to force a smile. “No!... because you love me so much... she said, starting to cry. I didn't deny that I was afraid. It was my Marisol. I was the only one who had touched her... but she looked tender and what she was feeling, I breathed every day... “Cheer up, Marisol!” I said. “I don't know how to console you as well as you do me... always saying something that lifts my spirits... because it seems like you know everything I do... but I can't... because I'm not you. Try harder! “No, Marco!... I don't want to make you cry... she begged. “I've been bad... I smiled. Although it scared me to know it, I wasn't wrong when I said I couldn't judge her. “Marisol, look at me!” I said, with a big smile. “I'm not crying and as I say, this time it's your turn. You always are understanding with me. Now it's my turn to be understanding with you. Don't be afraid that I'll stop loving you!... We've been through a lot and you have a dolphin on your finger, who says I'm yours and you're mine... Atrématured, precious!... maybe I like it too... Her green eyes dried up and she tried to respond with a smile... “Okay, Marco!” she said, sighing. “I've been unfaithful... “Go on! I replied, because I wanted to know. “Kevin doesn't like me... Do you know?... he's handsome, but also very rough... and always smells like beer... or to cigarettes... she started telling me. At the bottom, you still love me. I summarized, laughing. She got a little happier. That's right!... and well, the first night he came, then... I threw him out of the house... because he was coming with beer... she told me. Marisol, be honest! I said to her. I know her well. When she lies, she blinks a bit longer. Love, I'm telling you the truth! she said, trying to convince me. You're telling me that as long as you don't lie, you'll let me do it! I said. You understand me a little because you're making me distrust you! She got embarrassed. Okay... Marco! she responded. What happened that night? Well... I... she said. You kissed him! I said. Of course not! she replied, very embarrassed. Marisol, relax! I said to her. I've seen you like this many times and I've gotten used to telling you the truth... I understand you're nervous... but honestly, you have me excited about what you did with him... Did you feel that way when I was telling you? She smiled. Yes... it was something like that... Okay, Marco!... I'll try to do better... but please warn me if it hurts a lot... I don't want to see you cry! I laughed. That's what I always say! The laughter helped us mitigate the tension. She looked at me with her delicate eyelashes and smile, with the mole that melts me. She would tell me the truth. Well... he came around 10 pm... with a beer in hand. He said you had asked him to check the house, but I've realized there are no thieves here. But also I know you and I know you love me very much... so we went to check the patio... didn't see anything strange. We checked the surroundings... and came back here... she told me. And what were you doing? I asked, smiling. Well... I was watching the news and they were showing a Manchester game... and you know... I missed you... she said, putting on a mischievous face. She hadn't confessed it openly, but things like that are known because you know your partner. Probably, she must have been freezing the image while She was masturbating, just like I do with hentai manga. We surprised each other, but deep down we tried not to interrupt and pretend nothing was happening. 'Then Kevin sat down to watch the game with me... he told me he hadn't seen the goals... and well... we looked...' she said again, blinking more slowly. 'Marisol!' I called out to her. She blushed. 'Okay!' she said, putting on a little girl face but also worried about my reaction. 'Well... while watching TV... I felt him looking at my breasts... you know they never looked at my breasts... and well, my heart started beating a bit faster...' Her gaze got a bit more excited... I don't know if it was because she missed me, but I was getting hot. 'Suddenly... they scored a goal and Kevin raised his arms to celebrate... I tried to watch the game... but he was looking at me out of the corner of my eye... and suddenly... I felt a hand on my butt...' she said, looking at me startled. 'Did he put his hand there?' I asked. 'Yes.' she replied. 'It was weird... at first, he left his hand next to my butt. I didn't pay attention... but one of his fingers started rubbing against me. I looked and he was smiling... but then a second finger appeared... and it started caressing me... and I remembered you... I didn't want to say anything because I had missed you all day... and then a third... and after that, a fourth... and he started slowly rubbing my butt...' She said it in a sensual tone. To our surprise, I was getting hot... 'I confess that for a foul, I moved a bit... so he could adjust his hand better. I left a space and he went slow, dragging it... I felt his fingers on my butt... and how they were approaching my backside... in the space between the butt and the couch... and advancing... until I couldn't take it anymore and grabbed his hand. He was surprised and scared and I got mad, telling him he was a pervert... took the beer can and kicked him out of the house... but as soon as he left... I went up to my room, found the vibrator and put it on maximum intensity...' until I came... I'm so sorry, love!
What else was there? I asked.
She looked down.
No, love!... the next morning, I was going to take the bus, but he was leaving for work. So he offered to drive me. He felt very remorseful. He confessed that he had wanted to try it for a long time, but he was a jerk for doing it when you weren't there.
What did you say back? I asked.
Another long blink...
Marisol! I called her attention...
She sighed...
Well... I told him he hadn't done anything wrong... but he should do it with his wife. He said he had tried, but she didn't like it. Then I suggested he be more delicate, that he do it while they were making love, since that's how you taught me to do it. He told me he had tried that way too, but it didn't work... I told him if he wanted, I'd teach him... remembering that he should learn to be a better lover... but he should come without beer. He accepted and we agreed...
What happened? I asked.
Well, he showed up around 7, smoking a cigar... you know how much they make me sick... she replied, laughing.
I can already imagine how poor Kevin must have looked... with his desires and the cigar in his mouth.
The next morning, he took me to university again. He said he hadn't smoked or drunk anything and that he had even showered and asked me to touch my butt... so as I was starting to miss your breakfast... well... I left...
Did you suck him? I asked, referring to the breakfast reference.
Certainly not! she said, blinking slowly.
Marisol! I exclaimed.
She looked at the floor...
Not then!... she replied, and I with a tremendous erection. What happened was that... when he started rubbing me... I started moving slowly... he was putting his finger in the groove of my butt and lowering my pants... and he also started getting excited... I like yours a lot!... but his is gigantic. At a traffic light, he started rubbing it... and I liked it... then we... to the campus and asked if we could continue into the night… I was already jacking off... What did you say? Well... Long blink... Marisol! She sighed... I kissed him... she said, blushing.
I found it seemed like a tender flower... with an axe breaking my heart on one side... but a tender flower. Don't think I did it the way I do with you! she told me, trying to calm me down. I mean... I didn't deny that I tried... but his mouth is very clumsy... and well... when he opened his mouth... I smelled cigarette smoke...
I laughed out loud. I remembered that classic movie, with the Ludovico method, for rehabilitating criminals. I suppose there was no better therapy against infidelity.
She also laughed, seeing me more calm. As I say, I was experiencing diverse sensations. Deep down, my heart was breaking, but I had also felt that way somehow. I suppose in the case of my nightingale, her empathy helped to mitigate the pain.
And what happened that night? Marisol didn't want to tell me... I caressed her and asked her to look at me with her eyes. It hurts, I won't deny it... but you're making me hot... please, keep going... She sighed again... He arrived without cigarettes or beer... even perfumed. He had brushed his teeth... and I didn't like kissing him. His mouth was bitter... and his saliva had a strange taste... really, I felt sad... because you weren't there... she said, looking at me with tenderness. I never told you... but when you said my mouth tasted like lemon... I was surprised, because yours tasted like sugar. After that, when we got engaged, that afternoon you asked me to kiss Sonia... I was scared you'd say her tongue was sweet... and that's why I wanted to kiss you again... I didn't want you to leave...
She was very moved and telling the truth. But I know her... What else happened? I think it was strange... she said. It was a strange sensation. I wanted you to touch me, like you do... but he was very clumsy and his hands are too big. He caressed my... breasts, but he wrapped them with one hand, while trying to keep kissing me... Did you resist? She whimpered. No!... I missed you so much!... his hands were tracing my body... and I let him because I was waiting for the moment when... I would feel your fingers and your affection... but his arms and fingers were different... She cried, but strangely, I felt like I was at the center of a hurricane. That is to say, it was tearing my heart apart, but deep down, I understood her. I didn't hold any grudges against her. It was like when you hear a melody on the radio that stays in your head, but you don't know the lyrics... I knew what she felt and of course, I intuited what would happen... Then... he took off his pants and I saw it... it's very long!... I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to suck it... but my body missed you with longing... so I closed my eyes... and tried to think about yours. It's too long... but it didn't fill my mouth like yours did... he started forcing his head, but the tip was hitting my uvula, making me feel queasy... I tried to breathe better... but he wouldn't let me. I noticed a slight sparkle in his eyes, which told me he knew her pretty well. However, I kept silent... I started licking it from the sides... so I wouldn't choke... but Kevin is kind of dirty and there was an unpleasant smell coming from his testicles... I was sucking it, looking at him... hoping you'd see me... he was panting, enjoying it... suddenly, he took my head and buried it in his throat... and he came in my mouth... She was crying very remorsefully... but I also knew the reason for that remorse. She had enjoyed it. I admit I was very surprised. It was very quick and I thought it would be more... but his juices weren't as rich as your breakfast... and I left wanting more. I tried to grab him again... but he put on his pants... told me I was a greedy slut... got dressed and told me he'd come back for more tomorrow night... that night, I fell asleep crying, thinking I had betrayed you... I hugged her and kissed her on the head, just like she has done many times before. “Were you with him at the university the next day?” She looked at me indignantly, but I know her very well... “Of course not! It was Wednesday... and you know I do mornings on Wednesdays…” she told me. I smiled. That's Marisol. On that Wednesday morning, I had been faithful to her, since her other great love, Hisashi Sensei, had covered my back. With the change of country and time zones, both she and her sister and cousin shared the inevitable adventures of a karateka, seeing what they saw at 8 pm on Tuesday, at 9:30 am on our Wednesday morning. Unless now, when we're watching over the little ones, it would be hard for Kevin to take her to university... “He honked the horn and even came to hit me. I told him I wouldn't leave early and he started getting angry. He said I was a slutty and that in the end, he wanted more. I got annoyed for a while, so I put on my earphones until he got bored and left.” I was stroking her head, knowing that part of her couldn't be fought. On several occasions, we had to cancel our plans because she had to follow that series and I understood. “In the afternoon, she appeared at home... with a repentant face, but she had insulted me and my animé. She said she missed me and needed... but looked at her eyes with lust. I told her no tonight, I didn't feel like it... but he tried to put his hand in my ass, looking for my hole. I hit him hard and told him off. He said I was a crazy and insane slut and that better, I should go to hell.” That's the difference between Kevin and me. When Marisol gets upset, you shouldn't force her. You have to give in to her and maybe, overact a bit... saying you'll sleep on the sofa or something like that... so she'll come to hug you later (if she's still angry) or invite you to sleep with her. A person like Kevin would hardly discover this aspect of Marisol. “The Tomorrow Thursday, I left with him, but he was very confused... she told me, laughing. I was the one who approached him and started sucking it...
I laughed.
And didn't you remember about me, sure? I asked her.
She blushed.
Shut up! she replied, also laughing. It's just that there were several reasons... from the start, I missed your breakfast... besides, it was a different one from yours... and well... I also started to believe you were right and that I deserved something too... but even though it lasts longer, he doesn't last very long and isn't like you, who comes with strong bursts, that burn my throat and fill my mouth, if I don't swallow them. He only comes with 2 or 3 small bursts, which might fill my cheek. Besides, he deflates instantly...
Well... you know I've had more practice... I said, boasting.
Tell me about it, you scare me in bed! she said, laughing. But now I'm happy... because you're here...
We started making love.
And have you given him your holes? I asked.
I didn't want to... she confessed, moving slowly. It's tasty... I don't deny it... but I still feel bad for you. I think that for now, I can handle it with my mouth and my ass... but if you don't want, I can break when I want...
I smiled at her.
Are you telling me you don't like it? I asked.
Of course not! she said, blushing. I no longer need it. You're here...
I laughed.
That's the face you make when I give you a hand job in the cinema! I protested, dying of laughter.
Not true! she replied, embarrassed.
Marisol!
It's okay... I like that feeling... of feeling like a slut... she confessed.
If... but it's okay... you see we're still making love... I said.
If... and it feels... different... she told me, shaking herself.
It must be because you're cheating on me... I said, kissing her and caressing her neck.
If... I'm so bad... she said, letting herself be loved.
It was a passionate night. We did it until almost 3 am.
And think that in a little while, Kevin will give you breakfast... your dessert... I said, kissing her cheeks. Her eyes shone with lust. And seeing that Marisol had made her first move, I fell asleep, quite excited thinking it was my turn with Fiona...Next post
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