THE PRICE OF INFIDELITYMI call myself Matías Herrera. I'm 35 years old, and I work as a private detective. Two years ago, I divorced my wife, Melisa; and about nine months ago, I moved to the dirty and noisy capital.
He had been living poorly for several months, taking on small cases for certain insurance companies I work with: almost always they were simulated accidents that didn't have major complications. It was enough to be patient and catch the unsuspecting one. They didn't pay much, but I collected with British punctuality, and at least I had enough to face my debts.
An old friend, a society journalist, offered me the possibility of taking care of an interesting matter that requires maximum dedication. He put me in touch with a wealthy woman who called herself Estrella. She was the daughter of a famous banker, now deceased, about whom everyone had heard in the capital, either for his eccentricities or his escapades. However, since she consummated her marriage, she kept away from public acts and led a rather discreet life.
It was ten in the morning on a fresh and clear day when I called the portal of her apartment. She opened it herself. I crossed the garden by a paved path. Estrella was waiting for me at the door, three steps up. I liked her appearance: blonde, with large green eyes, broad face, and warm smile. The dress must have been two sizes smaller than necessary.
I left her pass in front of me out of courtesy, and to evaluate the tension of her wide and muscular buttocks. I guided myself into the salon by clicking my heels against the walnut floor; it denoted security, dominance. The maid from the cleaning staff was upstairs in the rooms. She assured us that we could speak with absolute confidentiality.
It's my husband –she said very calmly–. He goes to bed with someone else.
Isn't she sure, or is she just suspecting?
He opened an envelope that was on the table, and showed me some photos taken from afar. His husband appeared next to a young woman almost as tall as he was. She had long legs and fine thighs, a small bum, and a figure made of carrot puree. Her straight hair hid most of her face. It wasn't easy to determine her age; she could easily be over twenty or maybe have some less.
I made them myself; the last two are from last week – she leaned back on the sofa. The skirt of her dress went up a little more. I appreciated some sturdy, marble-like, polished steel thighs.
I don't understand –I said confusedly–. If you already have the photos, why do you need me? Do you want more proof against your husband?
No! I don't want to lose him; not like that –his voice sounded altered–. I want him to come back with me; if it's possible. I need to know what's between them, why he keeps seeing her... that creature.
I suppose you have ruled out the possibility of asking him about it.
He's too clever for that. He specializes in lawsuits – he said with a look of pride –. He would deny everything without blushing and give me a plausible explanation for the photos. Or he'd acknowledge it and then try to convince me there's nothing between them.
I have the impression that it's not the first time he does it. He takes it with too much serenity, or resignation. Am I wrong?
No. Get it right. Leonardo has always had occasional flings. He's a very... virile man. He knows how to seduce a woman. But they were one-night stands or weekend affairs. Rarely did he see them again more than twice.
And you, how did you know it? - My curiosity dominated me.
Some confessed to me, repentant. Others I discovered myself. By evident signs or proofs. Of others, I was a participant; when I was younger, of course –lit a cigarette–. Does it scandalize you?
–Is it about her husband or his threesomes? –I was starting to get entertained.
Both. You can speak freely.
-The first thing is more common than people want to acknowledge; the second seems unusual, but never censurable if one does it with pleasure. -I paused before continuing; she held my gaze without blushing-. And how's the relationship with your husband?
–Do you want to say in bed? –She didn't seem bothered nor uncomfortable.
Yes, too. But I was referring in general.
–From mutual respect, affection, and support in difficult moments –he took a deep breath and blew the smoke towards the ceiling–. As for sex, we practice it regularly: once a week. We're doing well, considering the circumstances: age, routine. You know. Although that was us. Since about three months ago…, it got worse.
–What do you mean? Is he too tired to...?
Oh, no. What's up? Leo, in that, is very complacent – she contained a laugh; then she became serious–. He does it, but without enthusiasm, without passion. As if he were absent. Sometimes he lacks vigor, or loses it. He tries to give me pleasure through other means. But I've noticed that the only thing he wants is to cum as soon as possible. Recently, not even bothering to pretend his lack of interest! Damn!
I understand -I interrupted her with the intention of calming her down. Her voice had risen in tone. I perceived tension on her face.
At first, I attributed it to age, work stress, pure boredom. I even blamed myself for losing attraction. I had a horrible month, anguished by the uncertainty of not knowing what was happening. Until one night when he told me he would be late because he was very busy. I went to his office to tell him we couldn't keep going like this... And it was locked.
And when he arrived home, what did he do?
Nothing. Make myself sleepy and sharpen my senses. I had just showered: I smelled like shampoo, the very scoundrel –he leaned forward and looked at me intensely–. Do you think I should have faced him?
I don't know it. You know it better.
I had the feeling that every one of her words, and gestures, were perfectly calculated. She seemed accustomed to handling men according to her purposes. Maybe she thought she already had me eating out of the palm of her hand. But she was wrong.
They've told me that he uses unconventional but effective methods.
I've got my tricks. I sometimes push the law's limits, but I don't cross it. Let's say I know how to play dirty if the situation requires it.
I don't want scandals. He must act with absolute discretion.
There won't be any. I guarantee it.
So then, do you accept the case? -I smile-. I'll pay in cash.
-They are 200 -I said cautiously- . In advance.
It seems fair to me. I expected something more expensive.
–That's the entrance fee. There will be another $100, at the end, for each week of work. Plus, you'll have to pay any unexpected expenses that occur. All with a convenient invoice, of course.
-Alright. Now I'll go back –he stood up and left the salon. I watched fascinated as he balanced his hip. The skirt was clinging to him like a glove: either he wasn't wearing anything underneath or it didn't show. I wondered what secret he would hide between his legs (figuratively). Why didn't I feel jealousy, resentment, or anger? What plans did he have in mind?
I hope he resolves it as soon as possible - he said just after returning -. He will have a reward and my sincere gratitude.
She leaned towards me to hand over the money. The neckline of her dress hung for a second. I could appreciate plump, compact breasts held back by a minimalist bra; half the aureola poked out like the sun at dawn. If she intended to disturb me, she failed spectacularly. If she only wanted to stimulate my professional ardor, she succeeded halfway.
That afternoon I made some calls. At nine o'clock, I met up with Ernesto, a veteran police officer who knew me from years ago, at my favorite bar. I showed him the photos. Leonardo recognized him right away. He was a prestigious penal lawyer and owner of his own law firm. He was forty-nine years old (very well preserved, judging by his appearance). He stood out for his open and pleasant character; those who knew him admired and respected him. And he had never gotten into trouble, that is to say, politics.
When I got to my modest flat, I started thinking about how to approach the case. The truth is that I felt disoriented, out of range. The story didn't fit me. Someone was lying, or at least wasn't telling the whole truth. Why a hunter sexual like Leo kept going with the same girl? Maybe she was a wildcat or a goddess in bed. Her young and elastic body offered thousands of possibilities. However, like good wine, it lacked depth: certain skills are only acquired over time. And she couldn't have more than eight years of experience.
I served myself two fingers of whisky to stimulate my mind. And if there was no sexual relationship? And if they were united by another cause? But the photos didn't leave room for doubt: in one, I was holding her by the waist; in another, I was placing a hand on her butt while looking at each other's eyes and smiling. Leo was a lawyer. Was the girl pondering turbid matters? Had she hired him? For what? I had no idea.
When I least expected it, my phone rang. It was Melissa, my ex-wife. I had no choice but to answer, or she'd be calling me every five minutes. What idea did she have of the concept of divorce? When would she find a fool (like me) who could put up with her! Almost two years had passed since our dramatic breakup, time enough for her to rebuild her life and find a partner. She was still young, and had a nice body. But she lost her character.
I need to talk to you. I have a problem – he told me.
What a novelty! - I shrugged my shoulders.
I'm scared. It hasn't come to me!
–Is Fran gone? Has he escaped? –I felt more pride than concern. My son had his mother's unbreakable character, but the survival instinct of his father (who was supposed to be me).
No, stupid. The rule! My period hasn't come yet!
Some day it had to happen, didn't it? At your age –I said with a sneer.
You'll be an idiot! But I'm only thirty-six.
Almost thirty-seven, sweetheart. Are you going to bed with someone? It's not that I care, but maybe it would be an explanation.
-Good –I noted how he was getting defensive–. With a colleague from the editorial team. But we only did it one night. It's like... I don't know.
Congratulations. And give congratulations to the champion.
Not possible!
Yes, I forgot. You always practice safe sex. But the condom could have slipped off without you noticing. How insensitive you are! I wouldn't be surprised at all.
–You'll be an idiot! –He shouted through the waves–. Yes, I would have noticed. Besides, there was no penetration. With fellatio... you know.
Did you give him a blow job? I asked indignantly. You never gave it to me. You used to disgust me, remember?
What was ours was different. And it didn't gross me out, because you were my husband. And yes, I did it once in a while. But that's not the point.
-Look, I have to leave you. Maybe it's just a slight delay. Give me a week's deadline. Then call me -and hung up. What the hell! I thought. He definitely deserves it.
I had plenty of problems to face, enough not to worry about those of a woman who had assured me that marrying me was the biggest mistake of her life. I still remembered with full clarity the last time we argued, when she called me false, cunning, and immature. It was true. I had deceived her, but it was for a good purpose: so she wouldn't suffer. I didn't assume my responsibilities, and I took everything with a cynical and sometimes cruel humor. But that wasn't the essential problem between us. What happened was each of us gave maximum importance to things the other considered ridiculous. And yet, I had loved her, even if I had loved her.
I fell asleep after eating a generous dinner: rice and shrimp mixed with squid. Eating always helps me think. But on that occasion, it didn't work as I expected. I continued without clarifying my ideas and ended up having a bad night. I woke up several times, and had nightmares. In one of them, Estrella appeared naked (although her body looked too much like my ex-wife's). When I was about to kiss her, she stabbed me in the heart. Am I deceiving myself?
I needed a cold shower. I was naked in the middle of the living room with an impressive erection and a headache that was pressing against my temple. But the lukewarm water didn't manage to bring down my excitement. Certain images kept recurring on my retina. I couldn't get Estrella out of my mind. So I gave in without offering any resistance and masturbated with the feeling of being justified. In five minutes all the tension drained away. I opened the hot water, let my body finish relaxing, and the discomfort disappeared while I was having breakfast.
I stepped onto the street ten minutes past eight. I got into my old car and went looking for Leo. Then began the most difficult and boring part of detective work: long waits, empty hours. For most people, these are moments that are at least unbearable: they get anxious, scatter, sigh, and curse. However, I can withstand quietness and silence without my abilities being altered. The simple expectation of being able to surprise my prey keeps me alert and focused. I'm patient (and quite stubborn; I confess).
Were intense days, in which I dedicated myself, body and soul, to watching Leo's movements. The task, although exhausting, turned out to be easier than expected. Because it was about following a confident man, with iron routines, who seemed to ignore or despise everything that moved around him. I was surprised that he didn't even turn to look at the beauties crossing his path. Otherwise, he spent the day locked in his office; sometimes he went to court or police station, but returned immediately. He ate and took his coffees at the same restaurant, always at the same hours.
I discovered the girl in the photo three days later. Leo made the mistake of deviating from his route to wait for her at the university campus exit. I followed them in my old car until a luxurious motel on the outskirts, which offered maximum guarantees of discretion to its clients. But it had a weak point: the salary of its employees. With a few bills, I bribed the young and bored receptionist to indicate the room of the couple who had just arrived. In my backpack, I carried all my filming and listening equipment. The rest was pure routine.
I returned to surprise them two more times, always in motels. We screwed until we were exhausted, loving each other like two young boys just out of puberty and eager to try everything. The girl, who was named Paula, was like an endless well. There was no way to fill her; she always wanted more and adventures tasted little to her. Leo made sure to see her daily, even if only to take a coffee in some discreet bar. He was so obsessed with her, taking her hands or caressing her thighs that he didn't notice anyone else. She had eyes only for him, but she didn't throw looks of an enamored woman, just a hungry woman.
It has been eleven days since my encounter with Estrella. As for what concerned me, the work was finished. But I decided to wait another day to organize all the material and, above all, to clarify my ideas and prepare a good speech.
I called her and we agreed to meet at five o'clock in the afternoon. When I arrived, the entrance gate to the estate was open. But I left my car outside and walked in. Star appeared at the entrance with an anxious face; there was doubt and unease in her eyes. She wore a white dress with a rectangular neckline, no sleeves, that fell down to knee height. It fit her like a glove. Her shoes were red, like the color of her lips. She looked radiant. She greeted me coldly and led me into the living room.
We sat down on the sofa, one beside the other, and I placed the laptop on the crystal coffee table. It wasn't until then that I realized how nervous I was feeling. Inside, I was shaking. But it wasn't due to his proximity; my right leg was rubbing against his, and our hips were touching. What worried me was the emotional reaction she might have; that she would suffer an anxiety attack or a sudden fury. I feared she would lose her mind temporarily and do something crazy. You never know how a scorned woman will react; she could be capable of anything. However, I saw her as too confident in herself, as if she already knew what she was going to say to him, or as if it didn't matter the slightest to her.
-Well, Matías -she had decided to dispense with formalities-. What do you have for me? I hope it's... conclusive.
–It is –I lifted the laptop lid and turned it on–. I have hundreds of photos and three video recordings; one of them with excellent audio. In recent days we saw each other three times, once at night and twice in the afternoon, always at motels on the outskirts, easy to access.
Who is she? -She hurriedly asked when seeing the first photos.
Her name is Paula. She's almost a kid; she's only 22 years old. She's studying third year of political sciences, and she has two subjects left to get her degree. Her father owns a restaurant in the city center and she's an only child. Resources don't lack for her, but what she receives doesn't amount to much. She likes going shopping, to expensive stores. Look at the models she wears; all are brand name. Neither her family nor her friends know anything about her adventure. What I can't tell her is how she met Leo, or where. But I don't think that matters much.
No, now it's too late –he said sharply–. And why is he still with that lady?
I took my time to answer. I didn't know what words to use, nor what tone to employ so she wouldn't feel hurt or offended. From my point of view, this was one of the worst parts of the detective's job: giving bad news to a client who doesn't expect it. The explanation was so obvious that I didn't catch on until I saw everything clear and transparent like spring water in the last recording.
Her husband –I started calmly– is completely in love. He only has eyes for her... and no one else.
-Is Leo? In love? - let out a laugh hysterically -. That's impossible. Leo doesn't know what that is. He has never been in love. Not even during his crazy teenage years did he experience something like that. For him, love was... is just a game, a source of pleasure.
–Well, it's different now –I tried to maintain a distant and professional tone–. I know what I'm saying. It's not just speculation. But you don't have to believe me. You can verify it yourself.
So I put the third video on, the longest one, which I had recorded in a luxurious motel. It was the only one that could be heard clearly with all they were saying. The view was taken from underneath the door. You could see the bed from the side, with its pink sheet. They were standing up, giving passionate kisses while undressing. Paula was only about five centimeters shorter. Her body, in profile, was barely a sketch, an harmonious silhouette, with two round and austere breasts; her nipples had long points. She offered a vivid contrast to Leo's skin, bronzed and flabby, without a single hair, except for natural reserves.
If you want we can skip the sex scenes.
–No! Don't stop it –Estrella raised her voice–. I need to know what she wants from him that I can't get from him, what she's looking for in him.
The recording is hers. You pay, you command.
I reclined on the sofa. Instead, Star leaned forward as if she wanted to get into the screen. Apparently, she was calm. The indignation, if it existed, remained hidden. I admired her back, strong and straight; the long zipper of the dress descended to the lumbar zone. I focused on her hips, prodigious, overflowing. Condemned, it seemed, to the most miserable abandonment. Wasted in their fullness. What injustice!
Leo and Paula were rutting like anxious teenagers. You could see the one on top, but not the one sinking into the mattress. However, it was easy to imagine what they were doing: completing sequences and anticipating gestures. The gasps were audible with clarity. Leo was quite well-endowed. His penis was larger than normal (enviable, I thought). And he used it skillfully, marking the times and rhythms. Paula writhed like a snake. She soon sought new positions and offered her orifices without the slightest modesty. To my taste, she exaggerated her performance, hastened unnecessarily, and dispersed without being able to control her anxieties.
Estrella didn't lose any detail of what was happening. That must have been an authentic torture for her. She couldn't help but feel pity and even certain compassion for her. Maybe that's what led me to extend my arm and place my hand on her shoulder. I told her I felt bad, that she should leave, that she shouldn't mistreat herself like that. She turned her head and gave me a hard look. I withdrew my hand, but didn't manage to apologize.
–It will be miserable –he told me on the verge of frustration–. He doesn't care! He doesn't use a condom. And then, when he gets home, he goes to bed with me...
–Calm down. Starla, we can skip this part –I said. But she didn't listen and looked at the video again.
After almost twenty minutes of physical exercise, Leo arrived at orgasm. He was on his knees, holding her from behind with more tenderness than violence. Suddenly he stopped; he sighed and became stiff all over. Paula turned around immediately to put the cock in her mouth and everything she could still expel. Then they collapsed together onto the bed and stayed embracing, kissing between whispers and joking comments. We couldn't know if she had reached climax, but it seemed she was satisfied and relaxed anyway.
This is all she has - Star was smiling -. I've seen her do more scandalous things. It's just sex, and quite rough and coarse. What lack of sensitivity! Where's that love she talks about?
Patience, he'll see it soon – I said with absolute tranquility –. I've followed them closely, and I've seen how she looked at him and how she whispered the same silly things teenagers say in his ear. If he's not in love, then he must have lost his chaveta.
Advance the video about six minutes. Paula was returning from taking a superficial shower and was putting on her lingerie. Leo remained naked; he had sat down on the bed. He was praising her youthful beauty when he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her to his side. I turned up the volume as high as possible so that you could clearly hear what they were saying. The words they were speaking left no room for doubt; although, just from looking at how they were gazing at each other, explanations were unnecessary.
–Marry me –said Leo, with emphasis and sweetness.
You're crazy
–Yes, but for you. My dear. I never felt anything like that before. Tell me yes and tomorrow morning I'll divorce... that old sexy girl.
Don't call her that. She's your wife.
She called her whenever she felt like it. It doesn't even reach up to the ankle height.
Ungrateful! You owe it all to him -he kept kissing him- . You need him.
–My wife should be you. Let's get married! We'll do it tomorrow itself, if you want!
Brave. Don't you see that you'd lose everything. And your reputation? Your job...
I don't care about it. I only love you - Leo hugged her tightly -. We would live together. We would make love every day. Say yes, love.
It can't be. I love you just the way you are. The magic of chance encounters was fulfilled. Plus...
–What? –Leo pulled down the bra, took out a breast and took the nipple between his lips. He sucked it with relish.
I don't want to become a common wife. Not yet. Better said: never. I can't stand being tied down.
The conversation continued in the same tone for several minutes. Leo's tone, his pleas and promises, and his gestures of affection were quite revealing. I let Estrella absorb what she was listening to without making any comment. If she couldn't see it herself, there would be no way to convince her. But that wasn't my concern anymore. What she did from then on was up to her to decide.
Excellent work – said Estrella, stopping the video.
So, do you share my conclusion?
I not only share it, but I also support it. It's the simplest explanation, and the one I would have least wanted. But it's the truth. And please, don't keep calling me 'you'... It makes me look older.
This is for you... for you, Estrella –take the memory stick from the laptop–. They're all the photos and three videos. I've only removed what could give clues about the author, that is, about me.
I understand - he turned towards me -. You've calculated what I owe you.
Yes, of course -I took the receipt out of my inner jacket pocket-. You have to subtract the 200 from the advance. There's no need for you to pay now.
It's no problem. We'll stay in peace like this – he said getting up. He asked me to accompany her.
I followed her down the carpeted corridor. I noticed how she walked and it seemed to me that her steps were more secure and energetic than the first time I saw her. At least, I consoled myself, she wasn't depressed or consumed by fury. There was no sadness, nor resentment, on her face. What could be going through her head was a genuine mystery. Almost felt sorry for poor Leonardo.
He made a hand gesture for me to come up the stairs, which curved smoothly before reaching the top floor. We continued down the hallway until the end. To the right, we entered a large bedroom where pink and salmon tones prevailed. Estrella stopped next to the bedhead. She opened the first drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a leather wallet. She opened it and started taking out bills. Then she offered them to me without moving an inch. I had to get closer to her and take them from between her small hands. I decided not to count them, to get out of there as soon as possible. The situation was starting to get tense.
And now, unbutton me - Estrella turned her back on me and swept away the red hair from the nape of my neck.
What's the point? I asked like an idiot. At times my naivety would be hurtful to others and shameful for me.
What's it for? -She turned her head-. It's your reward. Take it or leave it, but don't make me waste my time.
–Do I show that much? –I said defensively.
It's not just like most people - his seriousness confused me -. I don't do it only for you; I also do it for myself. I need to let off steam.
And also take revenge on your husband, I suppose.
Again, you're right, detective. Are you going to do it or not?
Yes, I did it. I unzipped the white dress, which didn't fall to her feet. It got stuck at the level of her hips. How would she have put it on?, I thought. I put my fingers between the fabric and skin, and pulled with force until I reached the curve of her buttocks. The thin black strapless bra with a violet triangle came out at the same time. Everything was tangled next to her ankles. The impression of seeing her naked was so striking that I didn't dare touch her. I stayed admiring that magnificent backside, round and plump. Then she turned around and kissed me on the lips. I grabbed her hips; opened her buttocks and pressed her against me.
–Do everything that comes to mind –he said separating each word.
I didn't delay anything in undressing myself. Estrella pulled back the quilt and lay down on the bed. I threw myself onto her, thinking that even if it was a trap, it was worth getting caught. My hands could barely grasp her breasts, which were still soft but smelled of moisturizing cream. I kissed them with relish, feeling my penis harden between her legs. We kept kissing, I don't know for how long, without changing position. Either I was mistaken or she was enjoying it too. I slid one hand down to her sex, which was burning and oozing, and parted her thick lips, lips that were throbbing. As soon as I started caressing her, her moans reached my ears. I wanted to get her ready before starting with the penetrations. I still hadn't decided where to go from there. It was she who gave me a hint.
–Ride me! –She whispered, getting down on all fours.
I mounted her from behind with more enthusiasm than skill. She received my thrusts with hurried gasps of pain and pleasure. Her buttocks cushioned my advances, whether accurate or not. Because with such a wide vagina, it was easy to come out. But she insisted on me giving her more, going all the way to the bottom; a bottom I didn't think I could reach. I started feeling exhausted, since years don't pass for nothing. Then it was Estrella's turn, who got on top of me. The sweat droplets ran across her belly to fall on me; her groin was soaked; it shone with slippery pearls. But what drove me crazy was her attitude, her joy, the commitment she put into each gesture. She moved as if she wanted to suck in my penis, tear it out and swallow it. I pulled her off just before I was going to ejaculate. We paused for a few minutes to catch our breath before getting back at it.
My fallo had diminished a bit. Estrella took it between her hands and caught my head between her plump and shiny lips. Soon I checked her natural skill, and let myself be carried away. I recovered my vigor and prepared to penetrate her again. She was smiling like a mischievous child. She was enjoying herself, and that made me feel more confident. I wrapped my arms around her and pressed her against my body. She was still hot and humid, with slippery skin and smelling of moisturizing cream. She let me bite her, gently, on the breasts. Then she rolled over onto the bed. I opened her legs to admire the swelling that poked out between her plump folds. A lump like an almond caught my attention. I approached to smell it and licked it with the tip of my tongue; I kissed her sex, sucked it, and massaged it with my tongue. I liked her taste, her smell, her texture, even her color. I devoured her with passion and without restraint. I managed to make her body arch, shudder. Then I lay on top of her to satisfy myself with her mouth. We mixed fluids. Come on, she said, give it to me all. And I penetrated her again.
My mobile rang with its infamous little music at the most inopportune moment. Estrella had her legs open, in scissors, and I on top, taking my pleasure against her pelvis. She was closing her eyes and biting her mouth. She didn't want to let any moan escape. I had her still-hard breasts between my hands. I kept going until she closed her legs and pressed me against her body. Then I collapsed onto her. It was a dizzying and truly pleasant ending.
And you, did you arrive? You... - I said between gasps.
Oh yes -groaned-. It's been fantastic.
He was kissed by her for the last time before I pushed him aside like a dead weight. He was sweating all over; his body was burning like an iron stove. His breasts were still swollen, tense, and defiant. What a woman! She gave me a shy or mischievous smile and went to take a shower. The bathroom was inside the bedroom, in a separate room. From the bed, I could see the water sliding down her back. My phone rang again. I no longer had doubts about who it was.
-Were you busy? - spoke Melissa, who else if not?
Of course, sweetheart. I had the weapon loaded and was about to fire!
I hope you're not mixed up in one of your messes - I smiled. It's not that he was worried about me, but rather that he feared for the future of his son.
No, the mess has ended happily.
Are you with another woman?
Do you mean right now? No, I don't. Why are you asking?
For nothing. For that tired and absent tone of voice you used to use after making love with me.
–What perceptive! If you were like that with everything you could open your own detective agency –I said something annoying; I couldn't help controlling myself even being divorced–. What happened is that I solved a case that had complicated me. By the way, hasn't it come to you yet?
–Well, no! –she cut me off furiously–. Not a cent arrived. That's why I was calling you. And I need the money right now.
–Do you mean the pension? I was referring to the rule.
–Oh! That one. False alarm. It came to me the day after I called you.
If I already knew that –I let out some laughs–. To get you pregnant, months of dedication full-time are needed.
Do you speak from experience, good-for-nothing? You don't forget about the pension... or I'll have to talk to the lawyer.
Don't worry. I'll order the transfer tomorrow itself. A kiss.
On this occasion Melisa came before I did. That was what I liked most about her: her strong character and her willingness to accept challenges. The bad thing was that she had very poor losing. I could still remember the scenes she would get into when I gave in to an easy orgasm, just a few minutes after starting to roll around under the blankets. She'd get furious, accusing me of lack of sensitivity and doing it on purpose. It wouldn't help if I told her I could stimulate her until she went crazy. She'd shut herself off and turn her back on me. And she'd tell me not to touch her at all or she'd kick me out.
While daydreaming, Estrella got out of the shower with a white cotton bathrobe open, still oscillating her two large breasts, with their aureolas still reddened; she had bitten them with pleasure but without leaving a mark. She had left her taste on my lips, a sweet and cloying flavor.
Who were you, your wife? I didn't know you were married
I was with him. But it's hard for her to accept that she has to give up on me.
Are you divorced? What happened, did you get surprised with someone else?
–Oh well. No, we'll leave it due to various incompatibilities.
I'm sorry for you, and I'm even sorrier for her.
Don't feel that way. Now each one is better off. Our separation was friendly. And we still respect each other.
He crouched beside me to open the lower drawer of the table. From a tangled mess of intimate garments, she pulled out a blue ribbed thong. I was watching her put it on. I felt curiosity and excitement. If needed, I thought I'd help her. My cock wasn't fully flaccid yet and already wanted to get hard. But she managed to put it on; it fit her well, outlining and pressing the opening of her lips. I extended my hand and touched the fabric above her pubis. With my index finger, I ran along the cleft.
After so much infidelity, don't you think you deserve another roll-around? If I give you a few minutes, I'll have the 'gun ready'.
There are no more extras, kid –he said, leaving the bathrobe on a dresser; his body was shining as if he had sprayed it with brilliantine–. But if you need it, you can shake it off while I'm applying lotion.
I'd rather save the ammunition for another moment.
-Well, get dressed and leave -he said gruffly-. I have a lot to think about. If I need you again, I'll call you back.
I nodded in resignation and got up from the bed. I still had the mini photographic camera in the pocket of my pants. I took a couple of photos while she was getting dressed, without her noticing. One of them was for my private collection of dangerous women who had crossed my path; the others were for security, for my personal protection. From the first day on, I thought the same thing about Estrella: that you couldn't offer your hand to her because she could bite it off; that she wasn't trustworthy.
A few days later I found out that Estrella had separated from her husband, although she hadn't formalized the divorce. Leonardo had to leave, I don't know if it was by mutual agreement or under threat, for a central flat. Suddenly, he was left without what excited and drove Paula so crazy. I could bet ten against one that I wouldn't see him again; he would find another soon enough. As for Estrella, I could expect anything: she might forgive her husband after a year of hard penance (not everyone can put up with solitary life), or take him to court to get everything down to his underwear.
He had been living poorly for several months, taking on small cases for certain insurance companies I work with: almost always they were simulated accidents that didn't have major complications. It was enough to be patient and catch the unsuspecting one. They didn't pay much, but I collected with British punctuality, and at least I had enough to face my debts.
An old friend, a society journalist, offered me the possibility of taking care of an interesting matter that requires maximum dedication. He put me in touch with a wealthy woman who called herself Estrella. She was the daughter of a famous banker, now deceased, about whom everyone had heard in the capital, either for his eccentricities or his escapades. However, since she consummated her marriage, she kept away from public acts and led a rather discreet life.
It was ten in the morning on a fresh and clear day when I called the portal of her apartment. She opened it herself. I crossed the garden by a paved path. Estrella was waiting for me at the door, three steps up. I liked her appearance: blonde, with large green eyes, broad face, and warm smile. The dress must have been two sizes smaller than necessary.
I left her pass in front of me out of courtesy, and to evaluate the tension of her wide and muscular buttocks. I guided myself into the salon by clicking my heels against the walnut floor; it denoted security, dominance. The maid from the cleaning staff was upstairs in the rooms. She assured us that we could speak with absolute confidentiality.
It's my husband –she said very calmly–. He goes to bed with someone else.
Isn't she sure, or is she just suspecting?
He opened an envelope that was on the table, and showed me some photos taken from afar. His husband appeared next to a young woman almost as tall as he was. She had long legs and fine thighs, a small bum, and a figure made of carrot puree. Her straight hair hid most of her face. It wasn't easy to determine her age; she could easily be over twenty or maybe have some less.
I made them myself; the last two are from last week – she leaned back on the sofa. The skirt of her dress went up a little more. I appreciated some sturdy, marble-like, polished steel thighs.
I don't understand –I said confusedly–. If you already have the photos, why do you need me? Do you want more proof against your husband?
No! I don't want to lose him; not like that –his voice sounded altered–. I want him to come back with me; if it's possible. I need to know what's between them, why he keeps seeing her... that creature.
I suppose you have ruled out the possibility of asking him about it.
He's too clever for that. He specializes in lawsuits – he said with a look of pride –. He would deny everything without blushing and give me a plausible explanation for the photos. Or he'd acknowledge it and then try to convince me there's nothing between them.
I have the impression that it's not the first time he does it. He takes it with too much serenity, or resignation. Am I wrong?
No. Get it right. Leonardo has always had occasional flings. He's a very... virile man. He knows how to seduce a woman. But they were one-night stands or weekend affairs. Rarely did he see them again more than twice.
And you, how did you know it? - My curiosity dominated me.
Some confessed to me, repentant. Others I discovered myself. By evident signs or proofs. Of others, I was a participant; when I was younger, of course –lit a cigarette–. Does it scandalize you?
–Is it about her husband or his threesomes? –I was starting to get entertained.
Both. You can speak freely.
-The first thing is more common than people want to acknowledge; the second seems unusual, but never censurable if one does it with pleasure. -I paused before continuing; she held my gaze without blushing-. And how's the relationship with your husband?
–Do you want to say in bed? –She didn't seem bothered nor uncomfortable.
Yes, too. But I was referring in general.
–From mutual respect, affection, and support in difficult moments –he took a deep breath and blew the smoke towards the ceiling–. As for sex, we practice it regularly: once a week. We're doing well, considering the circumstances: age, routine. You know. Although that was us. Since about three months ago…, it got worse.
–What do you mean? Is he too tired to...?
Oh, no. What's up? Leo, in that, is very complacent – she contained a laugh; then she became serious–. He does it, but without enthusiasm, without passion. As if he were absent. Sometimes he lacks vigor, or loses it. He tries to give me pleasure through other means. But I've noticed that the only thing he wants is to cum as soon as possible. Recently, not even bothering to pretend his lack of interest! Damn!
I understand -I interrupted her with the intention of calming her down. Her voice had risen in tone. I perceived tension on her face.
At first, I attributed it to age, work stress, pure boredom. I even blamed myself for losing attraction. I had a horrible month, anguished by the uncertainty of not knowing what was happening. Until one night when he told me he would be late because he was very busy. I went to his office to tell him we couldn't keep going like this... And it was locked.
And when he arrived home, what did he do?
Nothing. Make myself sleepy and sharpen my senses. I had just showered: I smelled like shampoo, the very scoundrel –he leaned forward and looked at me intensely–. Do you think I should have faced him?
I don't know it. You know it better.
I had the feeling that every one of her words, and gestures, were perfectly calculated. She seemed accustomed to handling men according to her purposes. Maybe she thought she already had me eating out of the palm of her hand. But she was wrong.
They've told me that he uses unconventional but effective methods.
I've got my tricks. I sometimes push the law's limits, but I don't cross it. Let's say I know how to play dirty if the situation requires it.
I don't want scandals. He must act with absolute discretion.
There won't be any. I guarantee it.
So then, do you accept the case? -I smile-. I'll pay in cash.
-They are 200 -I said cautiously- . In advance.
It seems fair to me. I expected something more expensive.
–That's the entrance fee. There will be another $100, at the end, for each week of work. Plus, you'll have to pay any unexpected expenses that occur. All with a convenient invoice, of course.
-Alright. Now I'll go back –he stood up and left the salon. I watched fascinated as he balanced his hip. The skirt was clinging to him like a glove: either he wasn't wearing anything underneath or it didn't show. I wondered what secret he would hide between his legs (figuratively). Why didn't I feel jealousy, resentment, or anger? What plans did he have in mind?
I hope he resolves it as soon as possible - he said just after returning -. He will have a reward and my sincere gratitude.
She leaned towards me to hand over the money. The neckline of her dress hung for a second. I could appreciate plump, compact breasts held back by a minimalist bra; half the aureola poked out like the sun at dawn. If she intended to disturb me, she failed spectacularly. If she only wanted to stimulate my professional ardor, she succeeded halfway.
That afternoon I made some calls. At nine o'clock, I met up with Ernesto, a veteran police officer who knew me from years ago, at my favorite bar. I showed him the photos. Leonardo recognized him right away. He was a prestigious penal lawyer and owner of his own law firm. He was forty-nine years old (very well preserved, judging by his appearance). He stood out for his open and pleasant character; those who knew him admired and respected him. And he had never gotten into trouble, that is to say, politics.
When I got to my modest flat, I started thinking about how to approach the case. The truth is that I felt disoriented, out of range. The story didn't fit me. Someone was lying, or at least wasn't telling the whole truth. Why a hunter sexual like Leo kept going with the same girl? Maybe she was a wildcat or a goddess in bed. Her young and elastic body offered thousands of possibilities. However, like good wine, it lacked depth: certain skills are only acquired over time. And she couldn't have more than eight years of experience.
I served myself two fingers of whisky to stimulate my mind. And if there was no sexual relationship? And if they were united by another cause? But the photos didn't leave room for doubt: in one, I was holding her by the waist; in another, I was placing a hand on her butt while looking at each other's eyes and smiling. Leo was a lawyer. Was the girl pondering turbid matters? Had she hired him? For what? I had no idea.
When I least expected it, my phone rang. It was Melissa, my ex-wife. I had no choice but to answer, or she'd be calling me every five minutes. What idea did she have of the concept of divorce? When would she find a fool (like me) who could put up with her! Almost two years had passed since our dramatic breakup, time enough for her to rebuild her life and find a partner. She was still young, and had a nice body. But she lost her character.
I need to talk to you. I have a problem – he told me.
What a novelty! - I shrugged my shoulders.
I'm scared. It hasn't come to me!
–Is Fran gone? Has he escaped? –I felt more pride than concern. My son had his mother's unbreakable character, but the survival instinct of his father (who was supposed to be me).
No, stupid. The rule! My period hasn't come yet!
Some day it had to happen, didn't it? At your age –I said with a sneer.
You'll be an idiot! But I'm only thirty-six.
Almost thirty-seven, sweetheart. Are you going to bed with someone? It's not that I care, but maybe it would be an explanation.
-Good –I noted how he was getting defensive–. With a colleague from the editorial team. But we only did it one night. It's like... I don't know.
Congratulations. And give congratulations to the champion.
Not possible!
Yes, I forgot. You always practice safe sex. But the condom could have slipped off without you noticing. How insensitive you are! I wouldn't be surprised at all.
–You'll be an idiot! –He shouted through the waves–. Yes, I would have noticed. Besides, there was no penetration. With fellatio... you know.
Did you give him a blow job? I asked indignantly. You never gave it to me. You used to disgust me, remember?
What was ours was different. And it didn't gross me out, because you were my husband. And yes, I did it once in a while. But that's not the point.
-Look, I have to leave you. Maybe it's just a slight delay. Give me a week's deadline. Then call me -and hung up. What the hell! I thought. He definitely deserves it.
I had plenty of problems to face, enough not to worry about those of a woman who had assured me that marrying me was the biggest mistake of her life. I still remembered with full clarity the last time we argued, when she called me false, cunning, and immature. It was true. I had deceived her, but it was for a good purpose: so she wouldn't suffer. I didn't assume my responsibilities, and I took everything with a cynical and sometimes cruel humor. But that wasn't the essential problem between us. What happened was each of us gave maximum importance to things the other considered ridiculous. And yet, I had loved her, even if I had loved her.
I fell asleep after eating a generous dinner: rice and shrimp mixed with squid. Eating always helps me think. But on that occasion, it didn't work as I expected. I continued without clarifying my ideas and ended up having a bad night. I woke up several times, and had nightmares. In one of them, Estrella appeared naked (although her body looked too much like my ex-wife's). When I was about to kiss her, she stabbed me in the heart. Am I deceiving myself?
I needed a cold shower. I was naked in the middle of the living room with an impressive erection and a headache that was pressing against my temple. But the lukewarm water didn't manage to bring down my excitement. Certain images kept recurring on my retina. I couldn't get Estrella out of my mind. So I gave in without offering any resistance and masturbated with the feeling of being justified. In five minutes all the tension drained away. I opened the hot water, let my body finish relaxing, and the discomfort disappeared while I was having breakfast.
I stepped onto the street ten minutes past eight. I got into my old car and went looking for Leo. Then began the most difficult and boring part of detective work: long waits, empty hours. For most people, these are moments that are at least unbearable: they get anxious, scatter, sigh, and curse. However, I can withstand quietness and silence without my abilities being altered. The simple expectation of being able to surprise my prey keeps me alert and focused. I'm patient (and quite stubborn; I confess).
Were intense days, in which I dedicated myself, body and soul, to watching Leo's movements. The task, although exhausting, turned out to be easier than expected. Because it was about following a confident man, with iron routines, who seemed to ignore or despise everything that moved around him. I was surprised that he didn't even turn to look at the beauties crossing his path. Otherwise, he spent the day locked in his office; sometimes he went to court or police station, but returned immediately. He ate and took his coffees at the same restaurant, always at the same hours.
I discovered the girl in the photo three days later. Leo made the mistake of deviating from his route to wait for her at the university campus exit. I followed them in my old car until a luxurious motel on the outskirts, which offered maximum guarantees of discretion to its clients. But it had a weak point: the salary of its employees. With a few bills, I bribed the young and bored receptionist to indicate the room of the couple who had just arrived. In my backpack, I carried all my filming and listening equipment. The rest was pure routine.
I returned to surprise them two more times, always in motels. We screwed until we were exhausted, loving each other like two young boys just out of puberty and eager to try everything. The girl, who was named Paula, was like an endless well. There was no way to fill her; she always wanted more and adventures tasted little to her. Leo made sure to see her daily, even if only to take a coffee in some discreet bar. He was so obsessed with her, taking her hands or caressing her thighs that he didn't notice anyone else. She had eyes only for him, but she didn't throw looks of an enamored woman, just a hungry woman.
It has been eleven days since my encounter with Estrella. As for what concerned me, the work was finished. But I decided to wait another day to organize all the material and, above all, to clarify my ideas and prepare a good speech.
I called her and we agreed to meet at five o'clock in the afternoon. When I arrived, the entrance gate to the estate was open. But I left my car outside and walked in. Star appeared at the entrance with an anxious face; there was doubt and unease in her eyes. She wore a white dress with a rectangular neckline, no sleeves, that fell down to knee height. It fit her like a glove. Her shoes were red, like the color of her lips. She looked radiant. She greeted me coldly and led me into the living room.
We sat down on the sofa, one beside the other, and I placed the laptop on the crystal coffee table. It wasn't until then that I realized how nervous I was feeling. Inside, I was shaking. But it wasn't due to his proximity; my right leg was rubbing against his, and our hips were touching. What worried me was the emotional reaction she might have; that she would suffer an anxiety attack or a sudden fury. I feared she would lose her mind temporarily and do something crazy. You never know how a scorned woman will react; she could be capable of anything. However, I saw her as too confident in herself, as if she already knew what she was going to say to him, or as if it didn't matter the slightest to her.
-Well, Matías -she had decided to dispense with formalities-. What do you have for me? I hope it's... conclusive.
–It is –I lifted the laptop lid and turned it on–. I have hundreds of photos and three video recordings; one of them with excellent audio. In recent days we saw each other three times, once at night and twice in the afternoon, always at motels on the outskirts, easy to access.
Who is she? -She hurriedly asked when seeing the first photos.
Her name is Paula. She's almost a kid; she's only 22 years old. She's studying third year of political sciences, and she has two subjects left to get her degree. Her father owns a restaurant in the city center and she's an only child. Resources don't lack for her, but what she receives doesn't amount to much. She likes going shopping, to expensive stores. Look at the models she wears; all are brand name. Neither her family nor her friends know anything about her adventure. What I can't tell her is how she met Leo, or where. But I don't think that matters much.
No, now it's too late –he said sharply–. And why is he still with that lady?
I took my time to answer. I didn't know what words to use, nor what tone to employ so she wouldn't feel hurt or offended. From my point of view, this was one of the worst parts of the detective's job: giving bad news to a client who doesn't expect it. The explanation was so obvious that I didn't catch on until I saw everything clear and transparent like spring water in the last recording.
Her husband –I started calmly– is completely in love. He only has eyes for her... and no one else.
-Is Leo? In love? - let out a laugh hysterically -. That's impossible. Leo doesn't know what that is. He has never been in love. Not even during his crazy teenage years did he experience something like that. For him, love was... is just a game, a source of pleasure.
–Well, it's different now –I tried to maintain a distant and professional tone–. I know what I'm saying. It's not just speculation. But you don't have to believe me. You can verify it yourself.
So I put the third video on, the longest one, which I had recorded in a luxurious motel. It was the only one that could be heard clearly with all they were saying. The view was taken from underneath the door. You could see the bed from the side, with its pink sheet. They were standing up, giving passionate kisses while undressing. Paula was only about five centimeters shorter. Her body, in profile, was barely a sketch, an harmonious silhouette, with two round and austere breasts; her nipples had long points. She offered a vivid contrast to Leo's skin, bronzed and flabby, without a single hair, except for natural reserves.
If you want we can skip the sex scenes.
–No! Don't stop it –Estrella raised her voice–. I need to know what she wants from him that I can't get from him, what she's looking for in him.
The recording is hers. You pay, you command.
I reclined on the sofa. Instead, Star leaned forward as if she wanted to get into the screen. Apparently, she was calm. The indignation, if it existed, remained hidden. I admired her back, strong and straight; the long zipper of the dress descended to the lumbar zone. I focused on her hips, prodigious, overflowing. Condemned, it seemed, to the most miserable abandonment. Wasted in their fullness. What injustice!
Leo and Paula were rutting like anxious teenagers. You could see the one on top, but not the one sinking into the mattress. However, it was easy to imagine what they were doing: completing sequences and anticipating gestures. The gasps were audible with clarity. Leo was quite well-endowed. His penis was larger than normal (enviable, I thought). And he used it skillfully, marking the times and rhythms. Paula writhed like a snake. She soon sought new positions and offered her orifices without the slightest modesty. To my taste, she exaggerated her performance, hastened unnecessarily, and dispersed without being able to control her anxieties.
Estrella didn't lose any detail of what was happening. That must have been an authentic torture for her. She couldn't help but feel pity and even certain compassion for her. Maybe that's what led me to extend my arm and place my hand on her shoulder. I told her I felt bad, that she should leave, that she shouldn't mistreat herself like that. She turned her head and gave me a hard look. I withdrew my hand, but didn't manage to apologize.
–It will be miserable –he told me on the verge of frustration–. He doesn't care! He doesn't use a condom. And then, when he gets home, he goes to bed with me...
–Calm down. Starla, we can skip this part –I said. But she didn't listen and looked at the video again.
After almost twenty minutes of physical exercise, Leo arrived at orgasm. He was on his knees, holding her from behind with more tenderness than violence. Suddenly he stopped; he sighed and became stiff all over. Paula turned around immediately to put the cock in her mouth and everything she could still expel. Then they collapsed together onto the bed and stayed embracing, kissing between whispers and joking comments. We couldn't know if she had reached climax, but it seemed she was satisfied and relaxed anyway.
This is all she has - Star was smiling -. I've seen her do more scandalous things. It's just sex, and quite rough and coarse. What lack of sensitivity! Where's that love she talks about?
Patience, he'll see it soon – I said with absolute tranquility –. I've followed them closely, and I've seen how she looked at him and how she whispered the same silly things teenagers say in his ear. If he's not in love, then he must have lost his chaveta.
Advance the video about six minutes. Paula was returning from taking a superficial shower and was putting on her lingerie. Leo remained naked; he had sat down on the bed. He was praising her youthful beauty when he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her to his side. I turned up the volume as high as possible so that you could clearly hear what they were saying. The words they were speaking left no room for doubt; although, just from looking at how they were gazing at each other, explanations were unnecessary.
–Marry me –said Leo, with emphasis and sweetness.
You're crazy
–Yes, but for you. My dear. I never felt anything like that before. Tell me yes and tomorrow morning I'll divorce... that old sexy girl.
Don't call her that. She's your wife.
She called her whenever she felt like it. It doesn't even reach up to the ankle height.
Ungrateful! You owe it all to him -he kept kissing him- . You need him.
–My wife should be you. Let's get married! We'll do it tomorrow itself, if you want!
Brave. Don't you see that you'd lose everything. And your reputation? Your job...
I don't care about it. I only love you - Leo hugged her tightly -. We would live together. We would make love every day. Say yes, love.
It can't be. I love you just the way you are. The magic of chance encounters was fulfilled. Plus...
–What? –Leo pulled down the bra, took out a breast and took the nipple between his lips. He sucked it with relish.
I don't want to become a common wife. Not yet. Better said: never. I can't stand being tied down.
The conversation continued in the same tone for several minutes. Leo's tone, his pleas and promises, and his gestures of affection were quite revealing. I let Estrella absorb what she was listening to without making any comment. If she couldn't see it herself, there would be no way to convince her. But that wasn't my concern anymore. What she did from then on was up to her to decide.
Excellent work – said Estrella, stopping the video.
So, do you share my conclusion?
I not only share it, but I also support it. It's the simplest explanation, and the one I would have least wanted. But it's the truth. And please, don't keep calling me 'you'... It makes me look older.
This is for you... for you, Estrella –take the memory stick from the laptop–. They're all the photos and three videos. I've only removed what could give clues about the author, that is, about me.
I understand - he turned towards me -. You've calculated what I owe you.
Yes, of course -I took the receipt out of my inner jacket pocket-. You have to subtract the 200 from the advance. There's no need for you to pay now.
It's no problem. We'll stay in peace like this – he said getting up. He asked me to accompany her.
I followed her down the carpeted corridor. I noticed how she walked and it seemed to me that her steps were more secure and energetic than the first time I saw her. At least, I consoled myself, she wasn't depressed or consumed by fury. There was no sadness, nor resentment, on her face. What could be going through her head was a genuine mystery. Almost felt sorry for poor Leonardo.
He made a hand gesture for me to come up the stairs, which curved smoothly before reaching the top floor. We continued down the hallway until the end. To the right, we entered a large bedroom where pink and salmon tones prevailed. Estrella stopped next to the bedhead. She opened the first drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a leather wallet. She opened it and started taking out bills. Then she offered them to me without moving an inch. I had to get closer to her and take them from between her small hands. I decided not to count them, to get out of there as soon as possible. The situation was starting to get tense.
And now, unbutton me - Estrella turned her back on me and swept away the red hair from the nape of my neck.
What's the point? I asked like an idiot. At times my naivety would be hurtful to others and shameful for me.
What's it for? -She turned her head-. It's your reward. Take it or leave it, but don't make me waste my time.
–Do I show that much? –I said defensively.
It's not just like most people - his seriousness confused me -. I don't do it only for you; I also do it for myself. I need to let off steam.
And also take revenge on your husband, I suppose.
Again, you're right, detective. Are you going to do it or not?
Yes, I did it. I unzipped the white dress, which didn't fall to her feet. It got stuck at the level of her hips. How would she have put it on?, I thought. I put my fingers between the fabric and skin, and pulled with force until I reached the curve of her buttocks. The thin black strapless bra with a violet triangle came out at the same time. Everything was tangled next to her ankles. The impression of seeing her naked was so striking that I didn't dare touch her. I stayed admiring that magnificent backside, round and plump. Then she turned around and kissed me on the lips. I grabbed her hips; opened her buttocks and pressed her against me.
–Do everything that comes to mind –he said separating each word.
I didn't delay anything in undressing myself. Estrella pulled back the quilt and lay down on the bed. I threw myself onto her, thinking that even if it was a trap, it was worth getting caught. My hands could barely grasp her breasts, which were still soft but smelled of moisturizing cream. I kissed them with relish, feeling my penis harden between her legs. We kept kissing, I don't know for how long, without changing position. Either I was mistaken or she was enjoying it too. I slid one hand down to her sex, which was burning and oozing, and parted her thick lips, lips that were throbbing. As soon as I started caressing her, her moans reached my ears. I wanted to get her ready before starting with the penetrations. I still hadn't decided where to go from there. It was she who gave me a hint.
–Ride me! –She whispered, getting down on all fours.
I mounted her from behind with more enthusiasm than skill. She received my thrusts with hurried gasps of pain and pleasure. Her buttocks cushioned my advances, whether accurate or not. Because with such a wide vagina, it was easy to come out. But she insisted on me giving her more, going all the way to the bottom; a bottom I didn't think I could reach. I started feeling exhausted, since years don't pass for nothing. Then it was Estrella's turn, who got on top of me. The sweat droplets ran across her belly to fall on me; her groin was soaked; it shone with slippery pearls. But what drove me crazy was her attitude, her joy, the commitment she put into each gesture. She moved as if she wanted to suck in my penis, tear it out and swallow it. I pulled her off just before I was going to ejaculate. We paused for a few minutes to catch our breath before getting back at it.
My fallo had diminished a bit. Estrella took it between her hands and caught my head between her plump and shiny lips. Soon I checked her natural skill, and let myself be carried away. I recovered my vigor and prepared to penetrate her again. She was smiling like a mischievous child. She was enjoying herself, and that made me feel more confident. I wrapped my arms around her and pressed her against my body. She was still hot and humid, with slippery skin and smelling of moisturizing cream. She let me bite her, gently, on the breasts. Then she rolled over onto the bed. I opened her legs to admire the swelling that poked out between her plump folds. A lump like an almond caught my attention. I approached to smell it and licked it with the tip of my tongue; I kissed her sex, sucked it, and massaged it with my tongue. I liked her taste, her smell, her texture, even her color. I devoured her with passion and without restraint. I managed to make her body arch, shudder. Then I lay on top of her to satisfy myself with her mouth. We mixed fluids. Come on, she said, give it to me all. And I penetrated her again.
My mobile rang with its infamous little music at the most inopportune moment. Estrella had her legs open, in scissors, and I on top, taking my pleasure against her pelvis. She was closing her eyes and biting her mouth. She didn't want to let any moan escape. I had her still-hard breasts between my hands. I kept going until she closed her legs and pressed me against her body. Then I collapsed onto her. It was a dizzying and truly pleasant ending.
And you, did you arrive? You... - I said between gasps.
Oh yes -groaned-. It's been fantastic.
He was kissed by her for the last time before I pushed him aside like a dead weight. He was sweating all over; his body was burning like an iron stove. His breasts were still swollen, tense, and defiant. What a woman! She gave me a shy or mischievous smile and went to take a shower. The bathroom was inside the bedroom, in a separate room. From the bed, I could see the water sliding down her back. My phone rang again. I no longer had doubts about who it was.
-Were you busy? - spoke Melissa, who else if not?
Of course, sweetheart. I had the weapon loaded and was about to fire!
I hope you're not mixed up in one of your messes - I smiled. It's not that he was worried about me, but rather that he feared for the future of his son.
No, the mess has ended happily.
Are you with another woman?
Do you mean right now? No, I don't. Why are you asking?
For nothing. For that tired and absent tone of voice you used to use after making love with me.
–What perceptive! If you were like that with everything you could open your own detective agency –I said something annoying; I couldn't help controlling myself even being divorced–. What happened is that I solved a case that had complicated me. By the way, hasn't it come to you yet?
–Well, no! –she cut me off furiously–. Not a cent arrived. That's why I was calling you. And I need the money right now.
–Do you mean the pension? I was referring to the rule.
–Oh! That one. False alarm. It came to me the day after I called you.
If I already knew that –I let out some laughs–. To get you pregnant, months of dedication full-time are needed.
Do you speak from experience, good-for-nothing? You don't forget about the pension... or I'll have to talk to the lawyer.
Don't worry. I'll order the transfer tomorrow itself. A kiss.
On this occasion Melisa came before I did. That was what I liked most about her: her strong character and her willingness to accept challenges. The bad thing was that she had very poor losing. I could still remember the scenes she would get into when I gave in to an easy orgasm, just a few minutes after starting to roll around under the blankets. She'd get furious, accusing me of lack of sensitivity and doing it on purpose. It wouldn't help if I told her I could stimulate her until she went crazy. She'd shut herself off and turn her back on me. And she'd tell me not to touch her at all or she'd kick me out.
While daydreaming, Estrella got out of the shower with a white cotton bathrobe open, still oscillating her two large breasts, with their aureolas still reddened; she had bitten them with pleasure but without leaving a mark. She had left her taste on my lips, a sweet and cloying flavor.
Who were you, your wife? I didn't know you were married
I was with him. But it's hard for her to accept that she has to give up on me.
Are you divorced? What happened, did you get surprised with someone else?
–Oh well. No, we'll leave it due to various incompatibilities.
I'm sorry for you, and I'm even sorrier for her.
Don't feel that way. Now each one is better off. Our separation was friendly. And we still respect each other.
He crouched beside me to open the lower drawer of the table. From a tangled mess of intimate garments, she pulled out a blue ribbed thong. I was watching her put it on. I felt curiosity and excitement. If needed, I thought I'd help her. My cock wasn't fully flaccid yet and already wanted to get hard. But she managed to put it on; it fit her well, outlining and pressing the opening of her lips. I extended my hand and touched the fabric above her pubis. With my index finger, I ran along the cleft.
After so much infidelity, don't you think you deserve another roll-around? If I give you a few minutes, I'll have the 'gun ready'.
There are no more extras, kid –he said, leaving the bathrobe on a dresser; his body was shining as if he had sprayed it with brilliantine–. But if you need it, you can shake it off while I'm applying lotion.
I'd rather save the ammunition for another moment.
-Well, get dressed and leave -he said gruffly-. I have a lot to think about. If I need you again, I'll call you back.
I nodded in resignation and got up from the bed. I still had the mini photographic camera in the pocket of my pants. I took a couple of photos while she was getting dressed, without her noticing. One of them was for my private collection of dangerous women who had crossed my path; the others were for security, for my personal protection. From the first day on, I thought the same thing about Estrella: that you couldn't offer your hand to her because she could bite it off; that she wasn't trustworthy.
A few days later I found out that Estrella had separated from her husband, although she hadn't formalized the divorce. Leonardo had to leave, I don't know if it was by mutual agreement or under threat, for a central flat. Suddenly, he was left without what excited and drove Paula so crazy. I could bet ten against one that I wouldn't see him again; he would find another soon enough. As for Estrella, I could expect anything: she might forgive her husband after a year of hard penance (not everyone can put up with solitary life), or take him to court to get everything down to his underwear.
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