After breakfast, Chema and I went to the mechanic and while he finished the work, Chema chatted with me. He seemed like a good guy trying to get ahead of his family but with a terrible addiction.In two hours that we chatted I heard another way to carry a relationship. The one of dependence. Solitude, his wife, was his drug. Chema tolerated everything, everything. Bad treatment, bad food, and infidelities.
I think I haveBad lucksentence.
After returning, Cara and Soledad were under a tree, drinking pulque. I abstained from taking it to avoid accidents and also because I don't like it due to the headache it gives.It's no wonder he came back with Caro, drunk.
In the car, Caro confessed to me that Soledad was very, very, very annoying and that she doubted Julia was Chema's daughter.
If Solitude could, she would get into bed with you - she told me. She has been with more than 10 men!
-It must be an excellent lover! What a good one for her!
I wouldn't applaud that behavior...
I don't applaud it, but if that's how it works for her and Chema in their relationship, then that's fine, isn't it?
It's not correct...
One or ten men... what's the difference? It's a happy woman and Chema too.
There's a big difference in walking with one versus walking with ten...
The dashboard light on the car's board lit up, preventing two catastrophes. While waiting for the car to cool down, we kept talking.
You surprised me so much with your boldness last night - I said. You really left me speechless. You're very good at...The bed and outside of it.
Because only with you I've felt free. You give me confidence. With my ex-husband, everything was very ugly. He hurt me a lot. There were no caresses or words. Only he would penetrate me and I would accept it. With you, I feel like I can be myself, that you let me be myself.
-Why was that last night?
A little. If I had asked my ex for it, they wouldn't have even considered taking me in. They would've fallen asleep or maybe grabbed my head and not let go until they emptied themselves and fell asleep. They were very selfish.
Did you suck her off your ex?
He would force me. Sometimes he'd put it in my ass through the backdoor, but it was so rough that I wouldn't let him do it anymore. When he got very drunk, he would force me and grab me from behind.
What a terrible situation you had!
The physical part was painful but the sentimental part, worse. My ex would tell Mario how I got caught from behind! Can you imagine? Mario knew how I was humiliated. Another man, not my husband, knew a lot about my body, my intimacy, my pleasure, if what I received could be called pleasure.
And do you know how I found out about that? Not through Mario, but through Bety. Mario tried to do the same thing my ex did to me and she sent him to hell at first...
...And so what? Why?
-Bety has been constipated since childhood. For her it's very, very painful.
-from what you tell me, the relationship between your ex and the three of you was very close, like confidants.
-Bety and I are very close and since my mother abandoned us, we only have each other. It's natural that our partners are there with us.
Now I understand why you've got Mario under your spell
Don't say nonsense, Mario is my sister's husband
-Yes, but he's also a man...
-Because he and I are like brothers -he replied
I wouldn't put my hands on fire for him
And why me?
Of course, always for you.
I put on music and I was wondering what I said.
One night when I had to stay and work overtime, I arrived at the apartment and found Caro sitting on the bathroom floor, crying and very drunk.
-Do you want to chat? -I asked
-No!
-ok. I'll be in the bedroom if you need me
I left her alone and set up the video game console. I got engrossed in my game and forgot everything.
For the singles and romantic women: I'm not insensitive. Yes and No are words I understand perfectly. I don't understand 'you should know what I want'. That's why you have your friends. Get over it)
When I saw Caro arrive, I paused.
-Do you have a few minutes? -he said.
Okay.
I feel like the relationship with my mother is destroyed. She called me at half past three and told me she wants me to go to her house to celebrate her birthday. I don't want to go.
-so you don't go
but it's my mother...
-then go...
I don't want to go. It hurt me a lot. I don't know if Mario has already told you something, but if not, I'll tell you: when I was 10 years old, Bety, my mother and I lived in an apartment. Bety was 6 or 7 and my mother would leave for work selling things.
One day, he didn't come back.
She had told me not to leave the little house no matter what happened so I stayed there with my sister almost a week waiting for my mom. Until a neighbor realized and took us out of there. We went to a government assistance home and a few days later a relative took us to their house to live. Months later we found out that my mother had left with a man. That's how simple, she abandoned us. She was more interested in being a woman than a mother.
It's been a couple of years since she spoke with us and asked for a 'blank slate'. No, not even an apology. Nothing about asking forgiveness. Yes, she cried and said she regretted it, but that was it. I had expected something more – like always- from her, but not even that gave me anything. Now she wants us to coexist as if nothing had happened. And I haven't forgiven her and I don't know if I ever will.
I've been crying all afternoon in the bathroom, first from pain and then from drunk. Tell me, do we have to go through so much pain or is it just me? Do you know how it feels when you're lying on the floor and you have more trust in the cold cement than in someone who says they're your family?
I don't have answers for what you said, but a bath can help you relax. Use hot water until you feel better.
Can you accompany me?
Already in the bathroom, I sat down on the toilet while Caro was still crying under the shower. Then, I dried her off, put her nightgown on her, and took her to sleep.
I called Mario mid-week to inquire about Caro's mother. He confirmed what my partner had said and made it very clear how much he despised her.
He did immense harm to the girls. Bety hardly speaks to him.
-since the weekend is your birthday
If he did, he also called us, but we're not going.
-Ah, then I'll wait for you at the apartment. I have a bottle of brandy.
I tell Bety and I confirm it to you. You already know how she is.
-like see...
-Thanks, but I don't like going out without her.
And the weekend, Cara went to see her mother. I put myself to playing video games.
Call Caro at 2, 3 and 4 am and she didn't answer. At 5 a taxi dropped her off outside the apartment and I had to get out for her because she was drunk.
-How did you end up in this state? And what if something happens to you? -I said very angry.
-I wasn't going to stay there, right? Besides, they're base taxis. And they know my mom.
I thought Caro was going to sleep, but not. She stayed seated on the bed.
-Are you going to keep playing?
No, I'm done now. Just go to sleep.
-Ugh, how boring! I wish I had stayed there! You'd see what a good time they were having.
-so tell me, I don't know anything about your amazing family...
Bottles to die, cigarettes to die and food to die... What else do you want to know?
So much death... aren't there? Who were the guests?
coworkers of my mom's partner, 1,2,3,4,5,6...and some neighbors... and then more neighbors
Hey, don't you think it was a mistake taking too much with some strangers?
-Nope... besides my mom was there too...
-Ah, so now can you take care of yourself...?
You don't have the right to criticize her. She hasn't done anything to you - he replied shouting.
I'll go to the other bedroom so you can rest
You're going nowhere. You stay here with me.
No, I'm not going to do it
I matured and I swear that I destroy your console of toys.
Sucking down my courage, I stayed. I had never seen Caro get so angry before. Not with me.
-It's fine. Shall we go to bed then?
When she undressed, she threw her sweater at me.
-Smell it! There's the smoke from at least 10 packs of cigarettes or more coming. And you'd see how much I danced! If they didn't want to let me come...
I imagine myself...
No, you can't imagine... I think I was the woman who danced the most all night long. But well, yeah! Nothing to let them take advantage of me. Whoever tried to hug me too much, I put him in his place immediately. Even my mom told them that I was a decent woman.
-Well, it gives me peace of mind knowing I have a decent woman! Drunk, but decent.
You should be proud. I've only let them out for no one.
What are you referring to?
-on my butt, then. There have only been two men in my life. My ex and you.
A holy woman...
-Well, although you doubt it.
-Have you ever felt like wanting to sleep with someone else?
No, never. But I like timid ones. Or submissive ones. I enjoy knowing what I can do with them as I please, discard them.
-And how do you know they are shy?
-Her gaze and the way they treat me. They put me on a pedestal and I know I have them in my hands. Those I like to provoke, but only a little. When they advance, I step back and if they complain, I tell them they got it wrong. Since they're shy, they believe me. With them, there's no problem.
-And if a reckless one comes along, those who don't have fear?
-Ah! A few hours ago someone thought they were a gentleman with me. I left them dancing alone. What if I'm really beautiful, what if I wanted to go out with me? Idiot!
Dear went to the bathroom and when he came back, I was more than asleep. According to her, I sucked her until I came in her mouth. I don't remember it well.
The following week, Caro was exceptionally cheerful and attentive towards me. We were in the apartment when she confessed to me that Bety had told her she had gone out with her work colleague and that she saw her very enthusiastic.
-What good that he decided to have an adventure - I said
It's not an adventure, they're just friends. They've known each other for years.
If they've known each other for so many years, what's the reason for their enthusiasm? Come on, dear, we're adults. Bety is sleeping with Edmund, I think that's his name...
You're mistaken. They are friends. You know, just forget what I told you - she replied already annoyed.
-Agreed. Let's not discuss definitions and relationships that don't concern us.
Caro left me in the room and went to the bathroom. With a scream, he asked me to come. There I found her recharging at the sink with her bare buttocks.
Take me! From ahead...and from behind.
If beforehand Caro enjoyed it, behind she was in the end. She groaned, screamed, kicked about, but didn't let them take it from her.
-No matter if I cry, don't take her away! No matter if I cry, don't do it! -she was screaming.
We gave each other a good screwing that even the toilet was a little damaged from all the commotion.
Days later, Caro called me on the phone at work.
-What do you think? There's a water leak in the sink...
It's safe because of that occasion...
Don't forget that I'm forcing you to repeat it
Did you like it?
extremely much
-since you like it, we repeat it
-I get ready and I'll tell you, yes? But what do we do with the sink?
I thought of Mario because the guy was very skilled with tools and hands.
Call Mario and see if he can come to fix it while I ask who knows a plumber.
It's fine, I'll call you later.
At the hour, Caro called.
-That's going to take some time and if he comes, but with his son, the little one- said.
He surely wants to go play...
-Okay, I'll let you know so you don't worry anymore.
I forgot about the sink, Caro and the rest.
At night when I arrived, Caro was washing dishes and glasses. She was extremely pretty, very sensual. She wore a top that she had only used in a restaurant outside the city because it didn't allow bras and showed a lot. A mini skirt and her sneakers.
I approached her from behind, smelled her perfume and touched her buttocks. She pressed herself against me more.
-Why so beautiful?
I was waiting for you, why more?
I ventured under her skirt and when I touched her lips, I got another pleasant surprise. She was soaked!
I have many desires
-so if you want, let's go to the bathroom
-No here no. Make it here
I made her wear the thong on one side and I put it on her with one stroke that hurt her.
Take me, but don't rape me!
Sorry, I apologize...
We had sex, that wild one.
Don't cry in front of him. Do it behind him.
I gave it to Caro with force. She was trying to escape, but I didn't let her go, even though she cried. I left her charged on the card, with her skirt rolled up around her waist and her thong on the floor, and I went to take a bath.
The next day I called her at noon to invite her to lunch since I wasn't going to be in the office. I chose a discreet little restaurant so we could talk openly with Caro. After the waiter left, I said:
Pay me like that's how I found you yesterday, did Mario see you? That outfit is very, very sexy.
-When he arrived, I was in my underwear because I was finishing up washing. While the little one played, Mario checked the bathroom, but took too long. After serving him a very hot coffee while I was bathing, I went to our bedroom and thought about how super pretty you'd look since you're an excellent husband
Why do you say that?
I behaved very badly towards you the day I returned from my mother's convivium and you were very understanding with me. My ex would have insulted or slapped me at least and then he would have raped me.
I still don't understand that, how can a husband rape his wife?
When a woman says no, it's no. Even if there is a role in between. Not all days are good or not all days are in good mood to have sex. Men must respect that because they haven't bought something, but rather joined with another human being who decides freely, whether they want to or don't want to have sexual relations. And when fights and humiliations are more than the good moments between a couple, the woman no longer feels confident enough to surrender, so she reserves what belongs to her: her body. And most men don't respect that, so they rape them.
I don't know. The word 'violation' makes me feel very strong and even more so between two people who loved or still love each other at some point and then hurt each other due to differences and a sudden outburst. Maybe forced relationships among couples, but not violation.
-Maybe, as you are a man, you defend your own.
It's fine, let's not get into controversies. Returning to the topic of your revealing wardrobe...
-That's all. I dressed up like this for you. There are no more motives or second intentions. I'm your wife and I like being pretty so that you can see me.
I didn't insist anymore.
In a world as selfish as the current one, who has time and desire to really get to know their partner? Who is interested in repairing the damage they do and who in forgetting those that are done to them?
I had already noticed -and I confirmed it- that my beloved Caro had a personality when she was sober and another very different one when she was drunk. In the first, she was very courteous, sensual, excellent, and faithful wife, and in the second, an emotionally damaged woman, explosive, foul-mouthed, and sexually different.
With the first Cara, it was impossible to approach and talk about deep things about her. Simply she wouldn't let herself be. So I had to resort to the second Cara.
But dear with me, he didn't drink. Not even leaving the stiffness of his conscience. If he took one or two cups and no more. When he exceeded, he did it out of joy or confidence, like with Bety or Mario, or due to pain for his mother. I don't know why he did it with Soledad.
Bety obviously wasn't approaching me. Mario went out only with his wife or because Caro asked him to.
Occasionally dear would talk to me about Bety, but with many reservations, as if measuring words so I had to read between the lines - or understand -.
-Bety is going out with some work colleagues on Saturday afternoon and she wants to bring the nephews to her apartment so they can play -she said.
-If so, that's fine. I suppose Mario is coming.
I was only thinking about my nieces and nephews, but if you want I'll tell Mario to come
So he doesn't stay alone at home.
-Do you want me to prepare something to eat?
-No, nothing like that. We buy pizzas.
-And if I prepare some spaghetti with meatballs for us and pizza for the kids?
-Hey, that's a good idea. Beer or table wine?
-Whisky, Canada Dry and ice
The Saturday the kids arrived and went straight to our bedroom to play with the console. Caro wasn't even finished eating so Mario and I started watching videos. Later we all ate at the table. The kids wolfed down their food quickly and we were left the three of us.
While Mario was talking to us about a project he had in hand, Caro would touch my penis over the pants every time she could without the guest noticing it. I saw it as something pleasant because Caro did it every chance she got, whether we were on the street, in the car, or somewhere else. And she'd do it again if she was sitting and went to the bathroom.
-I'll be there now - he said. And when he got up, he was leaning on my penis with one hand.
The kids had their party in the bedroom so Mario asked them to turn down the TV volume or close the door. They did the latter.
When Caro went to the bathroom for the second time, I caught up with her there and found her sitting on the toilet.
-Come here - he said.
I approached him, he lowered the zipper and pulled out my penis halfway up. I sucked it slowly and then he put it in his mouth.
I lifted the cup, reloaded it again in the bathroom and penetrated it.
You've been teasing me at the table and it's only fair that you pay for it, sweetie - I whispered to him.
He lifted his leg and held it in the bathtub
So it goes deeper...
I didn't want it to end like that so I let her have her orgasm and then I left.
You didn't finish - he said.
I've got all night for that - I replied.
At 11 o'clock at night, Mario was already restless due to Bety's tardiness. Darling calmed him down and we started the second bottle of whiskey.
I saw Caro with all intentions of getting Mario drunk, although I didn't know the reason. Maybe she was trying to cover up for Bety, seduce him or a combination of both.
We danced for a bit the three of us and then Caro and I. Mario reluctantly agreed to dance alone with her.
We're bitter, I'm not going to eat you, you can hug me more - he said
He directed his gaze towards me.
It's no problem for me.
At halfway through the song, Mario separated from Caro and told us he was going to see his kids.
-Yes, check them out. We're going to review if you left the bathroom well secured - replied Caro.
He took my hand and rushed me to the bathroom quickly.
-Why did you tell that to Mario? - I asked.
What's wrong with it? We're a couple and we can do it, right? Sometimes you're very prudish.
Who? Me?
I don't see another one around here.
I felt my pants on the floor. I had taken off my belt and my boxer was already with his hand inside it.
This time you're going to catch me and I want them inside - she said
I suck her with enthusiasm until I hurt myself. Don't let her continue and I pushed her again in the bathroom.
-Give it to me ahead of time and then afterwards - she replied
While we were getting it on, we heard a tic-tic at the door
- The little ones have already fallen asleep – said Mario behind the door.
-Ah, how delicious!, So delicious! - said Caro. Don't stop.
What are you doing, guys? - asked Mario
-Testing your shower, didn't I tell you? -he replied
-Is it serious? Ugh! Better I leave them. I'll wait for them in the hall.
-As you like - said Caro. And you, don't stop - addressing me.
Dear was unleashed and drunk - if she had never arrived at that point - While I was penetrating her vaginally, I already had a finger inserted in her rear door to prepare her.
Wait for me –he said.
And he got away from me and undressed himself.
-Let's keep going...
Enter her butt slowly while lovingly caressing her breasts.
He leaned in even more and whispered in my ear:
-Do you want Mario to see us? Wait outside, on the other side of the door.
How do you know?
-I see the shadow through the gap, down... Oh God! It's all in already! Give me! Give me more! - she screamed.
While Caro was getting stuck alone, I looked down at the floor and saw a shadow reflecting itself, but I wasn't sure if it was Mario. On the other hand, he had told us that his kids were already asleep, so the chances of them seeing us were minimal. I stretched my arm and, taking off the safety latch, half-opened the door.
I took hold of Caro's waist and grabbed her thinking we had an audience. Caro was screaming, moaning, and saying silly things until we finished. I never saw Mario.
I'm going to the living room, I'll wait for you there - I told him
-I'm going to sleep now. I'll catch up with them later - she replied.
When I arrived with Mario, he was sitting and smoking! And he never smoked!
-And Carlo? -asked
-It was time for a nap, later he comes.
Mario didn't make any comment and I didn't bring it up either. We're talking about Bety, who arrived just a few minutes ago.
I'll leave, you stay with your kids in our bedroom and Caro and I will be in the guest room - I said.
When I entered the blanket with Caro, I heard Bety say:
-Here no, they won't hear us. And the kids can leave at any moment.
-Here or in the bathroom, standing up. But I'm not going to put it in you right now, I'll put it in
-Let's go to the bathroom better. I'm also anxious...
The next day, Caro returned to her usual behavior as a couple. Obedient, devoted to her home, faithful, and reserved. She never mentioned that day or the following ones what happened in the bathroom. According to her, she overindulged in drinking and the last thing she remembers is when she and I were dancing. After that, nothing.
Here almost ends my story.
TheGood MarioHe continued with his exemplary role as brother-in-law, wishing for Cara but unable to do anything, -although it would be foolish-. To say that I told Cara to go after her would be naive. Carahelped meI'll show it to her, but never compromise her image as an honest wife. She's not sober.
How can you complain about something when you're just there taking it and not saying anything?
Try to replicate what was lived in the bathroom with a friend and then with another one, but Cara never wanted to enter the game.Not with them.When I was about to... she would apologize and lock herself in her bedroom without letting me get close or talk to her, at least that night.
Don't rape me – she said. Forcing me is raping me.
Bety continued attendingher meetings with her friendsAnd Caro was hiding it by staying with his nephews. For Caro, Bety remained the exemplary sister and mother. She never let anyone doubt that. The only occasion I had to...occurrenceI'm going to say that Soledad was unfaithful but honest and Bety unfaithful and lying childish, Caro stopped talking to me for a week.
Finally I accepted Lopez's invitation and his wife because Caro said he wasn't interested in their friendship. Before arriving at their house, Lopez asked me to be extremely discreet, as it depended on our friendship, camaraderie -and between the lines- work. Estelita received me in PantyhouseAnd I caught her on the couch in his living room, with López seeing us. They were swingers, although she was acting more like a hotwife.
During two months, once a week, Estelita would arrive at the office to greet and discreetly we would go to the bathrooms on the top floor and there we would get it hard. But I wasn't her only lover, so the cameras caught her in the parking lot in the subdirector's car. Although you couldn't see her face well, her tits were unmistakable. The security team received their bonus (a pack of cigarettes and a Booty coke for each of the 50 or so employees) for the video and Estelita was no longer seen around the offices. My friend, Eng. López, called me to his office and told me they would suspend the meetings for now until the storm passed.
What I lament most about all this is that maybe there won't be another opportunity to catch up with Caro. Your wife had everything, but everything necessary to be a wonderful slut, those who give their ass for pleasure.
I closed the door. I wanted to tell him he was right.
I was often tempted to tell Caro about López and Estelita, but I would hold back due to her very short-sighted view of sexual relationships and people. Caro had immense egotism, where only she - and Bety - were good wives, and the rest were whores.
I don't lose sight of their traumas, I'm not blind to not see them, but who doesn't have them? Who gets to accept and let go of them? And above all, I wondered if she wasn't using that as a shield to behave like a child and get away with it.
Carolina, that woman with executive bearing whom I met at the civil registry two years prior, entered into depression that didn't stop even with psychological help.Caro's father - that great absentee who never saw her - appeared one day and proposed helping her by taking her out of the country. Caro rejected him.
The relationship between Carolina and I was eroding not because of bad treatment or words, but –I think- because we were looking in different directions. I felt that the weight of her depression and how she saw her life belonged only to her and her story. I left the book with which I met her on the bed and we separated, just as we found each other.
With a solitary dignity.
I think I haveBad lucksentence.
After returning, Cara and Soledad were under a tree, drinking pulque. I abstained from taking it to avoid accidents and also because I don't like it due to the headache it gives.It's no wonder he came back with Caro, drunk.
In the car, Caro confessed to me that Soledad was very, very, very annoying and that she doubted Julia was Chema's daughter.
If Solitude could, she would get into bed with you - she told me. She has been with more than 10 men!
-It must be an excellent lover! What a good one for her!
I wouldn't applaud that behavior...
I don't applaud it, but if that's how it works for her and Chema in their relationship, then that's fine, isn't it?
It's not correct...
One or ten men... what's the difference? It's a happy woman and Chema too.
There's a big difference in walking with one versus walking with ten...
The dashboard light on the car's board lit up, preventing two catastrophes. While waiting for the car to cool down, we kept talking.
You surprised me so much with your boldness last night - I said. You really left me speechless. You're very good at...The bed and outside of it.
Because only with you I've felt free. You give me confidence. With my ex-husband, everything was very ugly. He hurt me a lot. There were no caresses or words. Only he would penetrate me and I would accept it. With you, I feel like I can be myself, that you let me be myself.
-Why was that last night?
A little. If I had asked my ex for it, they wouldn't have even considered taking me in. They would've fallen asleep or maybe grabbed my head and not let go until they emptied themselves and fell asleep. They were very selfish.
Did you suck her off your ex?
He would force me. Sometimes he'd put it in my ass through the backdoor, but it was so rough that I wouldn't let him do it anymore. When he got very drunk, he would force me and grab me from behind.
What a terrible situation you had!
The physical part was painful but the sentimental part, worse. My ex would tell Mario how I got caught from behind! Can you imagine? Mario knew how I was humiliated. Another man, not my husband, knew a lot about my body, my intimacy, my pleasure, if what I received could be called pleasure.
And do you know how I found out about that? Not through Mario, but through Bety. Mario tried to do the same thing my ex did to me and she sent him to hell at first...
...And so what? Why?
-Bety has been constipated since childhood. For her it's very, very painful.
-from what you tell me, the relationship between your ex and the three of you was very close, like confidants.
-Bety and I are very close and since my mother abandoned us, we only have each other. It's natural that our partners are there with us.
Now I understand why you've got Mario under your spell
Don't say nonsense, Mario is my sister's husband
-Yes, but he's also a man...
-Because he and I are like brothers -he replied
I wouldn't put my hands on fire for him
And why me?
Of course, always for you.
I put on music and I was wondering what I said.
One night when I had to stay and work overtime, I arrived at the apartment and found Caro sitting on the bathroom floor, crying and very drunk.
-Do you want to chat? -I asked
-No!
-ok. I'll be in the bedroom if you need me
I left her alone and set up the video game console. I got engrossed in my game and forgot everything.
For the singles and romantic women: I'm not insensitive. Yes and No are words I understand perfectly. I don't understand 'you should know what I want'. That's why you have your friends. Get over it)
When I saw Caro arrive, I paused.
-Do you have a few minutes? -he said.
Okay.
I feel like the relationship with my mother is destroyed. She called me at half past three and told me she wants me to go to her house to celebrate her birthday. I don't want to go.
-so you don't go
but it's my mother...
-then go...
I don't want to go. It hurt me a lot. I don't know if Mario has already told you something, but if not, I'll tell you: when I was 10 years old, Bety, my mother and I lived in an apartment. Bety was 6 or 7 and my mother would leave for work selling things.
One day, he didn't come back.
She had told me not to leave the little house no matter what happened so I stayed there with my sister almost a week waiting for my mom. Until a neighbor realized and took us out of there. We went to a government assistance home and a few days later a relative took us to their house to live. Months later we found out that my mother had left with a man. That's how simple, she abandoned us. She was more interested in being a woman than a mother.
It's been a couple of years since she spoke with us and asked for a 'blank slate'. No, not even an apology. Nothing about asking forgiveness. Yes, she cried and said she regretted it, but that was it. I had expected something more – like always- from her, but not even that gave me anything. Now she wants us to coexist as if nothing had happened. And I haven't forgiven her and I don't know if I ever will.
I've been crying all afternoon in the bathroom, first from pain and then from drunk. Tell me, do we have to go through so much pain or is it just me? Do you know how it feels when you're lying on the floor and you have more trust in the cold cement than in someone who says they're your family?
I don't have answers for what you said, but a bath can help you relax. Use hot water until you feel better.
Can you accompany me?
Already in the bathroom, I sat down on the toilet while Caro was still crying under the shower. Then, I dried her off, put her nightgown on her, and took her to sleep.
I called Mario mid-week to inquire about Caro's mother. He confirmed what my partner had said and made it very clear how much he despised her.
He did immense harm to the girls. Bety hardly speaks to him.
-since the weekend is your birthday
If he did, he also called us, but we're not going.
-Ah, then I'll wait for you at the apartment. I have a bottle of brandy.
I tell Bety and I confirm it to you. You already know how she is.
-like see...
-Thanks, but I don't like going out without her.
And the weekend, Cara went to see her mother. I put myself to playing video games.
Call Caro at 2, 3 and 4 am and she didn't answer. At 5 a taxi dropped her off outside the apartment and I had to get out for her because she was drunk.
-How did you end up in this state? And what if something happens to you? -I said very angry.
-I wasn't going to stay there, right? Besides, they're base taxis. And they know my mom.
I thought Caro was going to sleep, but not. She stayed seated on the bed.
-Are you going to keep playing?
No, I'm done now. Just go to sleep.
-Ugh, how boring! I wish I had stayed there! You'd see what a good time they were having.
-so tell me, I don't know anything about your amazing family...
Bottles to die, cigarettes to die and food to die... What else do you want to know?
So much death... aren't there? Who were the guests?
coworkers of my mom's partner, 1,2,3,4,5,6...and some neighbors... and then more neighbors
Hey, don't you think it was a mistake taking too much with some strangers?
-Nope... besides my mom was there too...
-Ah, so now can you take care of yourself...?
You don't have the right to criticize her. She hasn't done anything to you - he replied shouting.
I'll go to the other bedroom so you can rest
You're going nowhere. You stay here with me.
No, I'm not going to do it
I matured and I swear that I destroy your console of toys.
Sucking down my courage, I stayed. I had never seen Caro get so angry before. Not with me.
-It's fine. Shall we go to bed then?
When she undressed, she threw her sweater at me.
-Smell it! There's the smoke from at least 10 packs of cigarettes or more coming. And you'd see how much I danced! If they didn't want to let me come...
I imagine myself...
No, you can't imagine... I think I was the woman who danced the most all night long. But well, yeah! Nothing to let them take advantage of me. Whoever tried to hug me too much, I put him in his place immediately. Even my mom told them that I was a decent woman.
-Well, it gives me peace of mind knowing I have a decent woman! Drunk, but decent.
You should be proud. I've only let them out for no one.
What are you referring to?
-on my butt, then. There have only been two men in my life. My ex and you.
A holy woman...
-Well, although you doubt it.
-Have you ever felt like wanting to sleep with someone else?
No, never. But I like timid ones. Or submissive ones. I enjoy knowing what I can do with them as I please, discard them.
-And how do you know they are shy?
-Her gaze and the way they treat me. They put me on a pedestal and I know I have them in my hands. Those I like to provoke, but only a little. When they advance, I step back and if they complain, I tell them they got it wrong. Since they're shy, they believe me. With them, there's no problem.
-And if a reckless one comes along, those who don't have fear?
-Ah! A few hours ago someone thought they were a gentleman with me. I left them dancing alone. What if I'm really beautiful, what if I wanted to go out with me? Idiot!
Dear went to the bathroom and when he came back, I was more than asleep. According to her, I sucked her until I came in her mouth. I don't remember it well.
The following week, Caro was exceptionally cheerful and attentive towards me. We were in the apartment when she confessed to me that Bety had told her she had gone out with her work colleague and that she saw her very enthusiastic.
-What good that he decided to have an adventure - I said
It's not an adventure, they're just friends. They've known each other for years.
If they've known each other for so many years, what's the reason for their enthusiasm? Come on, dear, we're adults. Bety is sleeping with Edmund, I think that's his name...
You're mistaken. They are friends. You know, just forget what I told you - she replied already annoyed.
-Agreed. Let's not discuss definitions and relationships that don't concern us.
Caro left me in the room and went to the bathroom. With a scream, he asked me to come. There I found her recharging at the sink with her bare buttocks.
Take me! From ahead...and from behind.
If beforehand Caro enjoyed it, behind she was in the end. She groaned, screamed, kicked about, but didn't let them take it from her.
-No matter if I cry, don't take her away! No matter if I cry, don't do it! -she was screaming.
We gave each other a good screwing that even the toilet was a little damaged from all the commotion.
Days later, Caro called me on the phone at work.
-What do you think? There's a water leak in the sink...
It's safe because of that occasion...
Don't forget that I'm forcing you to repeat it
Did you like it?
extremely much
-since you like it, we repeat it
-I get ready and I'll tell you, yes? But what do we do with the sink?
I thought of Mario because the guy was very skilled with tools and hands.
Call Mario and see if he can come to fix it while I ask who knows a plumber.
It's fine, I'll call you later.
At the hour, Caro called.
-That's going to take some time and if he comes, but with his son, the little one- said.
He surely wants to go play...
-Okay, I'll let you know so you don't worry anymore.
I forgot about the sink, Caro and the rest.
At night when I arrived, Caro was washing dishes and glasses. She was extremely pretty, very sensual. She wore a top that she had only used in a restaurant outside the city because it didn't allow bras and showed a lot. A mini skirt and her sneakers.
I approached her from behind, smelled her perfume and touched her buttocks. She pressed herself against me more.
-Why so beautiful?
I was waiting for you, why more?
I ventured under her skirt and when I touched her lips, I got another pleasant surprise. She was soaked!
I have many desires
-so if you want, let's go to the bathroom
-No here no. Make it here
I made her wear the thong on one side and I put it on her with one stroke that hurt her.
Take me, but don't rape me!
Sorry, I apologize...
We had sex, that wild one.
Don't cry in front of him. Do it behind him.
I gave it to Caro with force. She was trying to escape, but I didn't let her go, even though she cried. I left her charged on the card, with her skirt rolled up around her waist and her thong on the floor, and I went to take a bath.
The next day I called her at noon to invite her to lunch since I wasn't going to be in the office. I chose a discreet little restaurant so we could talk openly with Caro. After the waiter left, I said:
Pay me like that's how I found you yesterday, did Mario see you? That outfit is very, very sexy.
-When he arrived, I was in my underwear because I was finishing up washing. While the little one played, Mario checked the bathroom, but took too long. After serving him a very hot coffee while I was bathing, I went to our bedroom and thought about how super pretty you'd look since you're an excellent husband
Why do you say that?
I behaved very badly towards you the day I returned from my mother's convivium and you were very understanding with me. My ex would have insulted or slapped me at least and then he would have raped me.
I still don't understand that, how can a husband rape his wife?
When a woman says no, it's no. Even if there is a role in between. Not all days are good or not all days are in good mood to have sex. Men must respect that because they haven't bought something, but rather joined with another human being who decides freely, whether they want to or don't want to have sexual relations. And when fights and humiliations are more than the good moments between a couple, the woman no longer feels confident enough to surrender, so she reserves what belongs to her: her body. And most men don't respect that, so they rape them.
I don't know. The word 'violation' makes me feel very strong and even more so between two people who loved or still love each other at some point and then hurt each other due to differences and a sudden outburst. Maybe forced relationships among couples, but not violation.
-Maybe, as you are a man, you defend your own.
It's fine, let's not get into controversies. Returning to the topic of your revealing wardrobe...
-That's all. I dressed up like this for you. There are no more motives or second intentions. I'm your wife and I like being pretty so that you can see me.
I didn't insist anymore.
In a world as selfish as the current one, who has time and desire to really get to know their partner? Who is interested in repairing the damage they do and who in forgetting those that are done to them?
I had already noticed -and I confirmed it- that my beloved Caro had a personality when she was sober and another very different one when she was drunk. In the first, she was very courteous, sensual, excellent, and faithful wife, and in the second, an emotionally damaged woman, explosive, foul-mouthed, and sexually different.
With the first Cara, it was impossible to approach and talk about deep things about her. Simply she wouldn't let herself be. So I had to resort to the second Cara.
But dear with me, he didn't drink. Not even leaving the stiffness of his conscience. If he took one or two cups and no more. When he exceeded, he did it out of joy or confidence, like with Bety or Mario, or due to pain for his mother. I don't know why he did it with Soledad.
Bety obviously wasn't approaching me. Mario went out only with his wife or because Caro asked him to.
Occasionally dear would talk to me about Bety, but with many reservations, as if measuring words so I had to read between the lines - or understand -.
-Bety is going out with some work colleagues on Saturday afternoon and she wants to bring the nephews to her apartment so they can play -she said.
-If so, that's fine. I suppose Mario is coming.
I was only thinking about my nieces and nephews, but if you want I'll tell Mario to come
So he doesn't stay alone at home.
-Do you want me to prepare something to eat?
-No, nothing like that. We buy pizzas.
-And if I prepare some spaghetti with meatballs for us and pizza for the kids?
-Hey, that's a good idea. Beer or table wine?
-Whisky, Canada Dry and ice
The Saturday the kids arrived and went straight to our bedroom to play with the console. Caro wasn't even finished eating so Mario and I started watching videos. Later we all ate at the table. The kids wolfed down their food quickly and we were left the three of us.
While Mario was talking to us about a project he had in hand, Caro would touch my penis over the pants every time she could without the guest noticing it. I saw it as something pleasant because Caro did it every chance she got, whether we were on the street, in the car, or somewhere else. And she'd do it again if she was sitting and went to the bathroom.
-I'll be there now - he said. And when he got up, he was leaning on my penis with one hand.
The kids had their party in the bedroom so Mario asked them to turn down the TV volume or close the door. They did the latter.
When Caro went to the bathroom for the second time, I caught up with her there and found her sitting on the toilet.
-Come here - he said.
I approached him, he lowered the zipper and pulled out my penis halfway up. I sucked it slowly and then he put it in his mouth.
I lifted the cup, reloaded it again in the bathroom and penetrated it.
You've been teasing me at the table and it's only fair that you pay for it, sweetie - I whispered to him.
He lifted his leg and held it in the bathtub
So it goes deeper...
I didn't want it to end like that so I let her have her orgasm and then I left.
You didn't finish - he said.
I've got all night for that - I replied.
At 11 o'clock at night, Mario was already restless due to Bety's tardiness. Darling calmed him down and we started the second bottle of whiskey.
I saw Caro with all intentions of getting Mario drunk, although I didn't know the reason. Maybe she was trying to cover up for Bety, seduce him or a combination of both.
We danced for a bit the three of us and then Caro and I. Mario reluctantly agreed to dance alone with her.
We're bitter, I'm not going to eat you, you can hug me more - he said
He directed his gaze towards me.
It's no problem for me.
At halfway through the song, Mario separated from Caro and told us he was going to see his kids.
-Yes, check them out. We're going to review if you left the bathroom well secured - replied Caro.
He took my hand and rushed me to the bathroom quickly.
-Why did you tell that to Mario? - I asked.
What's wrong with it? We're a couple and we can do it, right? Sometimes you're very prudish.
Who? Me?
I don't see another one around here.
I felt my pants on the floor. I had taken off my belt and my boxer was already with his hand inside it.
This time you're going to catch me and I want them inside - she said
I suck her with enthusiasm until I hurt myself. Don't let her continue and I pushed her again in the bathroom.
-Give it to me ahead of time and then afterwards - she replied
While we were getting it on, we heard a tic-tic at the door
- The little ones have already fallen asleep – said Mario behind the door.
-Ah, how delicious!, So delicious! - said Caro. Don't stop.
What are you doing, guys? - asked Mario
-Testing your shower, didn't I tell you? -he replied
-Is it serious? Ugh! Better I leave them. I'll wait for them in the hall.
-As you like - said Caro. And you, don't stop - addressing me.
Dear was unleashed and drunk - if she had never arrived at that point - While I was penetrating her vaginally, I already had a finger inserted in her rear door to prepare her.
Wait for me –he said.
And he got away from me and undressed himself.
-Let's keep going...
Enter her butt slowly while lovingly caressing her breasts.
He leaned in even more and whispered in my ear:
-Do you want Mario to see us? Wait outside, on the other side of the door.
How do you know?
-I see the shadow through the gap, down... Oh God! It's all in already! Give me! Give me more! - she screamed.
While Caro was getting stuck alone, I looked down at the floor and saw a shadow reflecting itself, but I wasn't sure if it was Mario. On the other hand, he had told us that his kids were already asleep, so the chances of them seeing us were minimal. I stretched my arm and, taking off the safety latch, half-opened the door.
I took hold of Caro's waist and grabbed her thinking we had an audience. Caro was screaming, moaning, and saying silly things until we finished. I never saw Mario.
I'm going to the living room, I'll wait for you there - I told him
-I'm going to sleep now. I'll catch up with them later - she replied.
When I arrived with Mario, he was sitting and smoking! And he never smoked!
-And Carlo? -asked
-It was time for a nap, later he comes.
Mario didn't make any comment and I didn't bring it up either. We're talking about Bety, who arrived just a few minutes ago.
I'll leave, you stay with your kids in our bedroom and Caro and I will be in the guest room - I said.
When I entered the blanket with Caro, I heard Bety say:
-Here no, they won't hear us. And the kids can leave at any moment.
-Here or in the bathroom, standing up. But I'm not going to put it in you right now, I'll put it in
-Let's go to the bathroom better. I'm also anxious...
The next day, Caro returned to her usual behavior as a couple. Obedient, devoted to her home, faithful, and reserved. She never mentioned that day or the following ones what happened in the bathroom. According to her, she overindulged in drinking and the last thing she remembers is when she and I were dancing. After that, nothing.
Here almost ends my story.
TheGood MarioHe continued with his exemplary role as brother-in-law, wishing for Cara but unable to do anything, -although it would be foolish-. To say that I told Cara to go after her would be naive. Carahelped meI'll show it to her, but never compromise her image as an honest wife. She's not sober.
How can you complain about something when you're just there taking it and not saying anything?
Try to replicate what was lived in the bathroom with a friend and then with another one, but Cara never wanted to enter the game.Not with them.When I was about to... she would apologize and lock herself in her bedroom without letting me get close or talk to her, at least that night.
Don't rape me – she said. Forcing me is raping me.
Bety continued attendingher meetings with her friendsAnd Caro was hiding it by staying with his nephews. For Caro, Bety remained the exemplary sister and mother. She never let anyone doubt that. The only occasion I had to...occurrenceI'm going to say that Soledad was unfaithful but honest and Bety unfaithful and lying childish, Caro stopped talking to me for a week.
Finally I accepted Lopez's invitation and his wife because Caro said he wasn't interested in their friendship. Before arriving at their house, Lopez asked me to be extremely discreet, as it depended on our friendship, camaraderie -and between the lines- work. Estelita received me in PantyhouseAnd I caught her on the couch in his living room, with López seeing us. They were swingers, although she was acting more like a hotwife.
During two months, once a week, Estelita would arrive at the office to greet and discreetly we would go to the bathrooms on the top floor and there we would get it hard. But I wasn't her only lover, so the cameras caught her in the parking lot in the subdirector's car. Although you couldn't see her face well, her tits were unmistakable. The security team received their bonus (a pack of cigarettes and a Booty coke for each of the 50 or so employees) for the video and Estelita was no longer seen around the offices. My friend, Eng. López, called me to his office and told me they would suspend the meetings for now until the storm passed.
What I lament most about all this is that maybe there won't be another opportunity to catch up with Caro. Your wife had everything, but everything necessary to be a wonderful slut, those who give their ass for pleasure.
I closed the door. I wanted to tell him he was right.
I was often tempted to tell Caro about López and Estelita, but I would hold back due to her very short-sighted view of sexual relationships and people. Caro had immense egotism, where only she - and Bety - were good wives, and the rest were whores.
I don't lose sight of their traumas, I'm not blind to not see them, but who doesn't have them? Who gets to accept and let go of them? And above all, I wondered if she wasn't using that as a shield to behave like a child and get away with it.
Carolina, that woman with executive bearing whom I met at the civil registry two years prior, entered into depression that didn't stop even with psychological help.Caro's father - that great absentee who never saw her - appeared one day and proposed helping her by taking her out of the country. Caro rejected him.
The relationship between Carolina and I was eroding not because of bad treatment or words, but –I think- because we were looking in different directions. I felt that the weight of her depression and how she saw her life belonged only to her and her story. I left the book with which I met her on the bed and we separated, just as we found each other.
With a solitary dignity.
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