The Secret of AprilChapter 1:http://www.poringa.net/posts/relatos/5026790/Terapia-Especial-Capitulo-I.htmlPrevious chapter:http://www.poringa.net/posts/relatos/5124644/Terapia-Especial-Capitulo-XVIII.htmlWhile that girl was spitting on my cock and tenderly feeling it with her right hand, I found it impossible to not remember my wife for a few seconds. Her ghost somehow began tormenting me, listening to her voice beside my ear as if she were whispering to me, scolding me for my adultery, asking when I had stopped looking at her with desire and started feeling completely attracted to Rosita. I knew it was just my stupid imagination, a delirium, perhaps due to guilt or wanting to tell you what I felt in that moment.
I never wanted to be unfaithful to you first, never did that idea cross my mind during the moment when you put the ring on your finger and we sealed our commitment with the most adorable and loving kiss. Back then, we were just 20-year-old kids who had barely experienced anything in life. You were a prisoner under your father's roof for your entire childhood and adolescence, he controlled everything about you, your schedules and routines.
I, on the other hand, never interacted with many people by choice. In my childhood I would spend hours reading psychology books and the human mind. They were complicated texts to read, due to the terms and concepts they used, making it a foreign world for me, but that same unknownness made me fascinated by the human psyche. My father thought I only took those books to seem intelligent and many times he took them away from me so I could relate to other kids.
My mother, on the other hand, let me read in peace, although there was a moment when she got very particular and bought me video game consoles so I wouldn't be a loner and could invite classmates over to make friends. Unfortunately, I didn't get along with anyone at school, unconsciously creating a barrier between my classmates and me, except for one person who always talked to me - that was Isidora.
It wasn't until I turned 40 that I realized I had used Isi For my benefit, knowing I was the only one who spoke to me, I invited her a couple of times to the house so we could play some video game and avoid my mother getting me a friend and forcing me to establish a friendship with a stranger. I didn't realize the harm I was causing, nor that Isidora would fall in love with me, since I was just a simple weirdo where the only thing standing out about my physical appearance were my hazelnut eyes.
When I was a teenager, things calmed down, my parents somehow resigned themselves to seeing me reading books about human psychology and different disorders. Plus, unlike my brother Ricardo, my grades were very good, I wasn't the smartest kid, that's clear, but the hours I dedicated to studying and the different books I had already consumed made everything easier for me. When it was time to decide my future, I knew I had to leave home to discover what I really wanted.
I never thought that in university, my whole world would be transformed. Seeing you in that classroom made my heart beat for the first time strongly but at a tranquil pace. One thing led to another and without realizing it, I ended up being your husband. I don't regret falling in love with you, nor following you in your craziness and games. If I'm sincere, I think our marriage still has a chance, you just have to stop being so indifferent and distant towards me.
This is the only thing I ask of you, April, because while you're at home without that sparkle that always characterized you, I'm rolling around with Laura's daughter in her arms. In her arms I've found peace and in her kisses life. Because let's be honest, since a couple of months ago, that spark we had between us has gone out. Everything became boring and hostile next to you, but with Rosita, there isn't a day when I don't have fun and fall more in love with her. Yes, falling in love, April. Rosita has managed to touch my heart and make me feel all these '... nights of passionate love, transform into a true dance of love. Our bodies align and merge into one, my cock reaches the deepest part of her pussy and her caresses on my back replace those already worn-out marks of yours, love. I delight in it, every time I move my pelvis, whether to remove or insert my member into that warm and snug vagina.
My hands take those thick black tits and squeeze them, while you should be at home, watching some TV program or lying on our cold bed. That nest of love we had built over 20 years, today is the most uncomfortable place for me to sleep. And no, it's not because my mind torments me with the idea of having soiled our special site like our marital bed with the smell of another, but rather, feeling Rosita's fragrance on the sheets helps me fall asleep.
It's not because I'm haunted by the thought of having ruined our most special place with the scent of another, but rather, feeling Rosita's fragrance on the sheets helps me fall asleep. Rather, it's because you no longer hug me, don't caress me like before, don't give me a kiss or look at me with that sweetness that used to relieve me so much. All that lack of affection has made our bed as cold as Antarctica, the only times I've felt warmth in it is when I've had sex with Rosita.
In this instant, she caresses my shoulders and back softly with her fingers, continues drawing on my skin, while I don't stop moving her entrails with my thrusts. Our lips meet as we moan and our eyes lock onto each other's. Seeing her beautiful face tremble and gesticulate with pleasure makes me happy, like when I was with you and we shared those moments that now only live in my retina and seem distant from being repeated.Oh, yeah... More, more, more!She exclaims, arching her voluminous young body and scratching my neck. I bite her lips, pleasing her with intense pounding, making her scream louder. Our tongues touch timidly before intertwining and forming a knot, where we share our saliva and choke on fervent gasps. The way she kisses me is very different from your last kiss, I feel her passion and love for me, not melancholy.
What happened to April? At what moment did you stop loving me and I distancing myself from you?, I don't hate you and will never do so, but understand that I couldn't keep tolerating the unpleasant atmosphere surrounding us. I needed an escape, a place where the air wasn't hard to breathe, and I found it in Rosita, every moment I live with her shines and there's no bitterness in my taste buds. Now she vibrates with pleasure at my thrusts and so do I.Ohhh... God... What a good kisswhispered, biting her ear and feeling like the folds of her pussy were claiming my cock, refusing to let it fully escape that embracing cave. You could be you, April, and you should have been, but no, you prefer to call out every time we see each other and move away from me every day more. If you don't love me anymore, why not take pity on me and tell me in the face? That way, we'll spare ourselves this slow agony that has transformed our marriage.
About ten minutes have passed since we've been making love in this foreign bed. Our bodies sweat, but they don't want to get away from each other; instead, we'd like to stay like this forever. My hard member throbs with force inside her, while it softly hits her uterus and she twists with pleasure, sighing prolongedly. If you saw us in this instant, you'd be clear that this girl is not a simple whim for me.
I love everything about her: her sculptural figure, her ebony skin, her thick lips, her dark eyes, her Greek nose. I love her innocence, her tenderness, her humor, her cunning, her joy, her timidity, her boldness and her perversions. I love when she whispers '...I love youor tell meMy loveI also love it when she looks at me intently and a smile blooms on her lips, I love that she blushes or wants to hide her more fragile side from me because in her heart she knows this is just an adventure. I love spending time with her and chatting, I love creating memories with this girl that replace the moments I lived with you April. I love being her lover and if you let me, I'd like to be more than just her simple lover, I'd love to be her man, her husband, that's why every day that passes, I'm thrilled at the idea of her telling me she's pregnant, that she's expecting a child from me, so I can use it as an excuse to leave you April and stop torturing ourselves in a relationship that no longer makes either of us feel alive. I know that for the kids it will be hard at first to accept that you and I are no longer together, that our paths have diverged. But more for Axel, since he'll have to find out that my new love is Rosita, his half-sister. But with time they'll get used to it and realize it's best for both of us. All these ideas crossed my mind while my cock stiffened inside her and I stared fixedly at her eyes. Slowly our lips drew closer and we timidly touched them. We didn't take long to kiss again, and I swear that when I push my cock deep into her, your image appears in my mind. But no, there's no regret or pain for what I'm doing, only pleasure, because I needed to fuck and this girl has been available to me for two and a half months, and every afternoon we've spent together have been unforgettable, because she does it very well. Her hands caress my buttocks and her fingers softly touch my thighs as she pumps harder. We stop for a couple of seconds to change positions. Now she's on top of me and I'm reclining on the bed. My cock stiffened and lubricated by her fluids is held by her delicate hands, and she travesties it against her sex. I loved that soft '... slip, before it was sitting slowly on my cock and submerging her in its interior again.Oh God, what a pleasure!I express, taking with my hands her belt and she howling from it. She bit her lips to not make a scandal and her immense chocolate tits bounced from one side to the other, due to her intense ride.–‘Oh wow... My love, but what a delight!!’I told her, wanting to fill and paint her uterus white with my semen, while she was strangling me with her thighs and the muscles of her vagina were pinching my cock. Her legs trembled every time they filled up with my load and I was enchanted by that aphrodisiac dance of her breasts, so I sat down and buried my face in them.Oh, my love!Rosita complained, feeling some bites, however, it didn't stop her gallop and seemed to be squeezing me tighter than before.What a yummy pair of breasts you have, CinderellaI affirmed, pursing a smile, to lose myself once again among those plump and firm breasts. The breathing and moans of both, were crescendo, to the point that I felt like I no longer had strength to scream and the air was scarce in that bubble of love we were in.
There was no longer force to keep dilating what was inevitable, I had enjoyed every minute and every second of that wonderful sex I shared with Rosita. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I held on to her as I came, while she ready to receive my discharges grabbed me by the neck, burying me once again between her breasts. For a few seconds, only the orchestra of our bodies pounding each other was heard, since both of us were delirious with pleasure.I'm coming... I'm cumming!I exclaimed, between her breasts and she pulling my hair screamed: –‘Yes yes yes!!!... pussy... Yes!!… Do it inside me!!’-Rosita arrived at a new orgasm that night, but it was the most intense one. We remained embracing in the same position we had just climaxed for a few seconds. Finally, our exhausted bodies fell onto the bed, she on top of me, panting and kissing my chest, while I closed my eyes from fatigue, finally forgetting your face.
The next morning, I woke up feeling content with a smile that stretched from one end to the other. I took a bath, got dressed, and said goodbye to Rosita with a kiss, eager to get away as soon as possible to continue enjoying her company.
Throughout the conversation, I felt uncomfortable and observed, it wasn't hard to discover who was looking at me. It was that couple who had found me having dinner with Rosita last night.
Both the man and woman seemed absorbed in me. I weighed that it annoyed me being stalked, but didn't say anything. I kept silent and tried to focus on the conversation, after all, I didn't want to exchange words with them. It wasn't that I didn't like them, simply I didn't want to socialize with anyone from that place, something I hadn't experienced since I had met April. She changed my arrogant and solitary attitude, making me a more friendly and reliable person just by sharing her time with me.
When the conversation ended, I took my things and wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. But then someone pulled on my arm, turning around, I realized it was the wife of the jerk who had been stunned by Rosita. It would have been normal to greet her and ask what she wanted, however, like a 18-year-old teenager, I lowered my gaze lost and in a tone as cold as ice, asked her to let me go because I had important things to do.
I turned around again and broke free from her grasp, heading towards the exit and wondering to myself, what's going on with me?, it wasn't normal for me to act this way. I was almost out of the room when... Soon I heard from the woman's mouth, the name of my wife. I was paralyzed, my heart stopped and my skin went goosebumps. How does she know my wife?, I questioned myself, trying to escape before having to give an explanation or tell a lie.–“April Harper is your wife, right?”He said, making me feel a sharp pain in the chest and my legs tremble.-She and I have been together for a couple of years, we met in a sexology course. We became friends, although once the course ended, we stopped talking to each other and drifted apart due to work issues-'revealed, making me realize how small the world was.-I recently ran into her and although we barely talked, I realized she lost her smile, what happened? Is she sick? And that's why you changed her?-closed. Being questioned and being scolded, made me feel bad, very bad, so much that the pain in my chest became more unbearable. Like a coward I ran away from there, I didn't want to argue with anyone, rather I had no arguments to respond or defend myself. I was so destroyed when I arrived at the hotel where I was staying with Rosita, I hugged her and started crying. During the afternoon I questioned why those last words hurt me so much if I had used my head a little better I would have excused myself in some way.
But after running away it became clear that I was being unfaithful to my wife or had abandoned her and replaced her with Rosita, as if she were a pair of shoes or an article of clothing. During all that time my young lover comforted me between her arms without asking what had left me vulnerable. I didn't want to go anywhere so we ordered room service while I was leaning on her lap and she put The Fault in Our Stars on TV.
Honestly, I hate that movie and generally all romance films. They've never been my taste except for one which was my wife's favorite, 10 Things I Hate About You. I don't know if I like the movie or maybe I just liked watching it with April but if Rosita put it on at that moment I would have sunk into a greater and more inexorable sorrow and I would want to go back home to see my wife even though 10 seconds later I would detest her indifference.
Remembering that I had no battery in my phone since last night, I sat down on the bed to charge it. When I turned it on, I realized I had several lost calls from Vanessa and an endless number of messages from her and my other two children. I didn't want to read any messages and only called my daughter to find out why they wanted to communicate with me. She barely answers and scolds me for not having answered almost a whole day. In her voice, I noticed more anguish than anger also concern.
I: Sorry, Vane. But I ran out of battery and forgot to charge my cell phone until now.
I said getting into bed.
Vanesa: Forget how dependent you are on Mom and that without her you're unable to do something as minimal as charging your mobile.
I: Oh come on, daughter. I already apologized, don't keep lecturing me and tell me why you were calling me so much.
Vanesa: Didn't you read the messages?
I: No... I'm very tired, it's been a very exhausting day, that's why I called, my girl.
Vanesa: Mom...
Just hearing that word, my heart skipped a beat and like a spring, I sat back down on the bed.
I: What's wrong with your mother?
There was a small silence that exasperated me. My hands were sweating coldly and my whole body was trembling with concern.
I: ¡Joder, Vanessa! ¡What's wrong with your mother?!
I insist while listening to my Princess sobbing, making my breathing quicken.
Axel: Hi, Dad. I'm Axel. Sorry we're bothering you, but Mom had a fainting spell in the shower on Monday and hit her head.
I: ¡¿What?! ¡But is she okay?! ¡Doesn't she have anything serious?!
Axel: (Sighs) No... She just had a compensation due to work. She's still in the hospital, but they'll discharge her tomorrow. Mom didn't want us to tell you because she didn't want to bother you during your specialization, but you know how Vanessa is.
I expressed myself, making me feel worse than I already was.
I: And Simon who is he with?
Axel: With us. He's fine, so don't worry about it, just focus on the specialization, bye.
He hung up suddenly, something that clearly didn't please me, but maybe it was necessary because without asking Rosita anything, who was looking at me worried from the bed, I bought the first tickets to return tomorrow morning to the capital. I knew I was being selfish and impulsive, but I couldn't stay calm without seeing April first and confirming that she had only fainted.–‘We're coming back tomorrow, right?’-Rosita said, turning off the television, and sadness reflected in her eyes.Yes. SorryI answered him, bowing my head and sighing.Don't worry, I understand the situation. It's an emergency and she is your wife after allHe said, trying to hide a smile, but couldn't. It was evident that all that illusion of the trip had broken for my fault. Sitting on the bed, I hugged her and asked her again to forgive me, promising to reward her with another trip very soon. She didn't say anything, just hugged me.
The next morning, both of us packed our bags and left. The return journey seemed long and tortuous, so much that the only moments where I found peace were when Rosita stroked my hands. At the airport, I separated from my lover, she went back to her house and I to mine, the goodbye was so cold that we said see you later and there was no kiss.
I didn't know if April was already home, but it didn't matter because if I didn't find her, I would take the car and go look for her at the hospital, besides making sure she wasn't hiding anything from me.
But when I arrived home, Vanessa's car was parked, so I understood that April was already home. As soon as I opened the door, I felt a cold wind envelop my body. I didn't want to say anything and just walked silently to my room, where I noticed a crowd of people. They were my children and sisters-in-law surrounding April, who was lying in bed. She asked them to be quiet, something caught my attention.
In my clumsiness, instead of staying behind the threshold, listening attentively to what they were saying, I interrupted, asking why they had to keep quiet. Everyone looked at me with surprise, but it was April who spoke.It's nothing, I just thought I heard some noise and it was youSignaled with a somber countenance and avoiding eye contact. I instead of continuing to question, fell silent, approached her with the intention of wanting to kiss her on the head, but couldn't. I limited myself to touching her hair and then carried Simon. There was no further word exchange between us, and I felt hurt by her coldness, neither leaving the house nor regretting interrupting my trip and returning home. My children assured me that their mother didn't have anything serious, but before they left, Vanessa hugged me and whispered to take care of her mother. I felt strange in front of those words, which could mean many things, but I couldn't interpret them. When the moon shone with stars in the sky, my mind slightly went back to my adolescence. Isi was playing his piano and I from my room listened to him. The melody was anguishing and bitter, that my heart stirred. I got lost among the notes, which made me imagine a story. One of a couple going through a crisis and the man taking refuge in another's arms. It was ironic, that I was living the same thing that this melody transmitted to me 23 years ago.Know that there's someone in your life changing you and who stole your heart, Tom. It's not necessary for you to keep lying to me or hiding it, just tell me who is.I suddenly heard. Attonished and with my body numb, I turned my neck to look at April.Did you say something?I asked her, she turning away from me, only murmured icily that no. All the commotion about this matter was driving me crazy and I didn't know how much longer I could keep my adultery a secret.
It has been a week since then and I've only run into my lover twice, but only to chat. In that week, I questioned myself more than once what I really felt for that girl and if my feelings for April had changed. Similarly, I don't know if my wife knows anything about my infidelity or has any slight suspicion, as I haven't been very cautious. After finishing work, I took my car and decided to drive to Rosita's apartment.
Just like the other two days when I met her, I was distracted, with many doubts more than willing to make love to that girl who had been a true comfort. I couldn't help but feel like a scoundrel, playing with the feelings of a young girl and taking advantage of her while lying to my wife. When I arrived at Rosita's apartment, I knocked on the door and barely gave it two taps, she opened it. On her tender and beautiful face, I perceived happiness at seeing me, without giving me time, she rushed towards me and kissed me.
Her sweet, plump lips made me forget everything that was bothering my head for a few seconds. When we separated, she gave me her flirtatious smile, which left me enchanted. The lethargy from which I awakened in the moment when she told me:You're bad sweetie, you didn't answer my messages, I thought you weren't coming todayAgain I felt overwhelmed and disgusted for not being clear with her. Everything got worse when I saw her sparkling eyes, full of false illusions, for an adventure.Is something wrong with you?I consult, worried because I notice you silent, motionless and strange.No... NothingI lied to her with great ease. Looking at the floor, I moved behind her while thinking of some words that would make that girl wake up. Let her see that I was taking advantage of her, that I was only using her as a sexual and comforting object because my wife had extinguished her lustful spark, which satisfied me.
We sat down at the table, Rosita already had dinner ready, which looked spectacular and very appetizing. However, I didn't feel like eating, my stomach and guts were all mixed up, with so much internal turmoil. Why was I questioning everything now? Why didn't I do it before? Would I have enough balls to break her heart, were some of the questions that crossed my mind while she ate and talked about her day. I limited myself to just listening with my head down, every time she said something, and to avoid seeming ungrateful, I gave her a couple of bites of dinner.Don't you have much of an appetite today, right?Interpellate kindly,NoI limited myself to responding, moving my head from left to right and not looking at her.Today was a pretty exhausting day at work, apparentlyI affirm she is, trying to hide her anger, due to my lack of interaction with her.YesAgain I answered briefly, maybe it was fitting, to wait for her to get annoyed and ask me to leave, in order to avoid confrontation. However, Rosita instead of getting upset, empathized with me and sat on my lap, lifting my face so she could look at me with her eyes.What's up love? Do you have some family drama? Did April get sick again, or maybe someone found out about us and you're worried they'll tell my dad about it? Because if that's the case, don't worry about me, sweetieI whisper. The fragrance that it emitted, its plump lips and piercing eyes, were enchanting me. Its black mane, its chocolate skin and infarction curves, lifted my spirits and seduced me, not late in having the penis erect.
Without saying anything, I hugged her and gave her a kiss so intense that it seemed like I was devouring her mouth. My hands wandered clumsily over her back, searching for the zipper of her dress and thus taking it down. She, on the other hand, was unbuttoning my shirt, leaving my jacket on the floor, then releasing the tie knot and opening my collar. The seconds passed and I kept not finding her closure, feeling trapped by her sweet tongue that intertwined with mine and shared her hot and sticky saliva with me.I love it when you kiss me so passionately. You make me feel desired and loved.whispering, biting my lips. Rosita left half of my shirt unbuttoned, because she preferred to unbuckle me and free my cock that was rolled up in my boxers. However, in those seconds of calm, the image of April returned to disturb me, all the heat I had, disappeared like vapor. Holding her hands, I asked Rosita to stop, because I wasn't in the mood.
Rosita: Is it a joke, right?
Me: No... It's not, excuse me.
I said, moving away from her. I knew that my rejection would cause her pain and make her cry, but I wasn't in condition to have sex with her. I avoided looking at her face, because I felt like it would overwhelm me even more than it already was. I felt like a monster, taking advantage of a poor girl who desperately sought love. I began to button up my shirt, while listening faintly as Rosita sobbed behind me.
Me: Rosita... Don't cry, please. You're not to blame for anything, damn it. It's me, it's me the problem, I don't know why but my head is a mess.
I expressed almost desperately and stopped buttoning up my shirt to put my hands on my head. I expected some questioning from that girl, some reproach, that she would insult me and tell me our thing was over. However, instead of that, Rosita hugged me, which made me feel worse and at the same time happy. Happy because with that gesture she showed me that she loved me unconditionally, but I didn't deserve her love, I was just a jerk, an idiot who was playing with her feelings, I had to stop her.
Me: Rosita, I...
Rosita: Ssshhh... Don't say anything, love. Just breathe and think, take your time and then fire away whatever you have to say.
Again, she demonstrated being more mature and adult than me. During those minutes of silence, I wondered what was right and wrong, what I should do, whom I should choose? Like a rain of meteorites, I saw in front of me the moments we had shared so much. With that cute brunette as my wife. I couldn't hold back any more tears and burst into crying, Rosita could have taken advantage of the moment when I was broken and confused, but she didn't, she stayed quiet hugging me. When I finished letting it all out, she without letting go started to murmur:I swear I triedwere his first declarations,I tried not to fall in love with you, to leave this romance when I still could. However, I got used to seeing you every day, sharing my life with you, kissing you and letting you make me yoursHe added, with a trembling voice.I got used to this late-night love, your caresses and your pampering. No man had ever made me feel so many emotions and feelings at the same time, but I understand that this is overI conclude. I thought hearing those words would make me feel relieved, but it was the opposite. I felt dazed because I didn't want my love with her to end that way. Stupid and arrogant, I turned around to hug and kiss her like a madman. Without giving her time to react or say something that would stop me, I picked her up and took her to her bed, where we had written a thousand hours of our love. I unzipped her dress and ripped it off, then covered her soft body with kisses.
Her clitoris was soaked and swollen, just touching it with my fingertips made her shudder, releasing a hypnotic scream. My desire for her became infinite and my doubts disappeared.It's all been a mistakeI said it silently to myself, giving a lick along the entire length of her vulva and finishing by unbuttoning my belt.–“Ohhh God!”-She complained, arching her back and gripping her hands in my hair, while I undressed myself and left off eating her pussy to return to her thick lips where I submerged myself in a dense and fervent kiss. My hands were touching the warm figure of Rosita with tenderness, and my cock was hardening to penetrate her. She took hold of my shaft, guiding it to the entrance of her vagina, leaving me the decision whether to continue or leave everything there. It was absurd at that moment to think I wouldn't conclude what I had started, but I understood she might have doubts. My glans was just about to burst in her slit, and it got covered with her juices. I felt how those lips opened up to envelop the tip of my shaft. Desperation took hold of me, in those seconds when I adjusted myself to make her mine. My lips parted from hers, just as my cock plunged into her warm and welcoming pussy.–“Ahah, yes... Daddy!... Make me yours!!”-I was excited, as I received each inch of my mast inside her. Stimulated by her desire and mine, I charged with force. I noticed how comfortable my cock felt inside that cave, squeezing just the right amount. My hands were squeezing Rosita's enormous Moorish breasts, which danced with each thrust I gave, and my mouth was exploring her neck and ear.I love you, Rosita. I love you very much.I whispered it to her without thinking about the meaning of the word. She wrapping my neck with her thin arms, answered me I love you too, TomasDrunk with lust, I continued telling her that I loved her, as I increased the pace of my thrusts. Our bodies twisted in pleasure and our screams filled the room. She purred for long minutes, eventually reaching orgasm and becoming totally satisfied. After coming inside her, I stayed on top for a few minutes, kissing and biting her skin. When I wanted to get up and leave for my house, she stopped me, told me not to go, and said that only for that night, I should stay by her side.
I smiled and complied, staying the night with her, where we did it again once more. We finished sweaty and with a smile between our lips; she climbed on top of me and rested her head on my chest. I hugged her and fell asleep, giving her a kiss on her head. My cell phone started ringing early, so I was woken up. I took a shower without any regret for what I had done, then got dressed and made breakfast.
I had forgotten what it was like to cook for someone with love. Rosita came out of her room, covering her precious silhouette with a bathrobe. I approached her and gave her a kiss, Good morning, love. I made breakfast for you.I told him, seeing how his little eyes were sparkling with illusion.Thanks. Although you didn't have to bother yourself, since you know very well what I'd like for breakfast.I answer with a flirtatious smile and touching my fingers on my cock that remained flaccid.Oh, for crying out loud, wasn't what we did last night enough for you?I replied, giving him another kiss, this time longer and more passionate.It's clear that I'm enough for you, but I love eating itI affirm, passing her tongue between her burning lips.I'd like to give you your breakfast sweetly, but I have to go to workI said it to him, giving him another kiss.–‘However, at night you can eat my cock, whatever you want’-I added, feeling how my cock was rising.–“Is it at night?”-She asks innocently,Yes, at night. I plan to stay with you too tonight.He responded. If before their eyes had sparkled, in that instant they were two illuminated pearls, his smile became enormous.Do you speak seriously?He said, wanting not to get too excited.Of course, I'm not going to lie to you about something like this, sweetie.Hardly had I finished saying that when his lips stuck to mine. For very little, I was about to be late for work and stay with her. Rosita adjusted my tie and then we parted ways with a short and tender kiss. It wasn't until I got into the car that I realized my phone battery was running low. I thought of charging it at work. While driving, I was planning what I could do that night with my dear and young lover, but those thoughts would be interrupted when I stopped at a red light and turned my gaze to the left, appreciating how April got into a car with a stranger.What's up?I murmured, what was April doing at those hours with a man? It's what kept running through my head. Swerving off my path, I pulled over in a sector to see what they were doing inside the car. I couldn't see them clearly, but it seemed like they were talking,–“Did April spend the night with that guy?”-I asked myself out loud as a rage took hold of me. I couldn't stand the idea that April was cheating on me with that guy. He seemed taller than me, more muscular and his skin was black. It wouldn't have surprised me if he were behind my wife, but it was what she had fallen into his hands that really got to me and irritated me. Finally, he started moving and I followed him, wanting to see where they were going, the further we went, I realized they were heading home. I thought he was only dropping off April, so I doubted whether to keep following or not. However, I decided to continue because I wanted to question my wife, find out who that guy was. When they arrived at the house, he got out and opened the door for April, she leaned on his arm as if she needed to, because she didn't have the strength to walk or did it because she wanted to.If my husband discovers this, he's going to destroy itI heard before the neighbor's dog started barking at me. I didn't know what to think anymore, had a sea of doubts that frustrated me, wanted to know why she was so glued to him, why she wasn't saying anything, when he was shamelessly touching her waist, wanted to hear what they were talking about, wanted to discover the secret of my wife.
I felt a strong pain in my chest, as if someone was tearing me apart with a dagger. Just thinking that April was taking that man to our bed. But why did it affect me so much? Wasn't I doing the same thing with Rosita? So I was being hypocritical for feeling anger and sadness that April was doing the same thing. Was she really doing the same thing or were my ideas just wrong? I had to find out everything once, even if it ended up being painful.
I got out of the car and took a deep breath, filling myself with courage to enter the house. I tried to be as quiet as possible and not give away my presence. Opening the door, I felt like the air became thicker, my hands didn't stop trembling, nor did my legs. A knot formed in my stomach and I started to notice my feet were heavier. I wanted to leave without a word, but I wouldn't know what kind of relationship April had with that man unless I dared to move forward.
I let out another sigh to calm down, not thinking much, I walked across the first floor, finding no sign of them. My fears began to confirm themselves, which agitated and exasperated me even more. Going up the stairs, images of April kissing that guy appeared in my head, totally destroying me. When I reached the second floor, I looked at my bedroom door, the hallway seemed enormous and endless, but when I walked towards it, just a few steps were enough.
In front of the door, I heard murmurs, wanted to turn the handle and at the same time not. Doubts, fear, and cowardice mixed inside me, I didn't even know what to... What I was doing, was it correct or not. The only thing I was sure of was that the image I would find was going to break me. I closed my eyes, sighed again and opened the door, to face reality and discover my wife's secret. Tears sprang from my eyes and my heart broke into pieces, seeing her naked with that guy.No... It's not true...I said to myself, denying what my eyes were contemplating,She wouldn't do this to meI consoled myself while watching April give that guy a Cuban to him. She seemed to be enjoying it, having a cock that wasn't mine between her beautiful breasts, as she bit her lips and passed her tongue around them. I wanted to say something, stop her, but the words wouldn't come out, not even a whimper for her to notice my presence.
Everything went black because in truth, I still had my hand on the doorknob and didn't have the guts to open it. Then I heard footsteps approaching, so I quickly hid in Simon's room. Without being able to see what was happening, I stayed quiet listening to someone's footsteps, assumed it was that guy, because after so many years with April, I could recognize the sound of his high heels. I had no doubt it was him, because when he finished going down the stairs, he went straight to the exit.
I left Simon's room just as I heard that guy making his car drive away. I felt a small relief that April wasn't cheating on me, but what was her secret? What was she so afraid of revealing to me? I asked myself, standing again in front of our bedroom door. This time, I didn't have the courage to open it, as she was sleeping deeply in bed. I approached with a smile on my face, seeing her so peaceful resting.
I wanted to caress her beautiful face and give her a kiss, but the remorse and guilt that I was the only one cheating started to overwhelm me. I felt rotten and didn't deserve this woman or Rosita, as I was just playing with them. In those minutes, it became clear that my love for April hadn't gone away and that seeing her with someone else really hurt me and I couldn't let her go. I was going to sit on the bed to think about how to ask forgiveness from both of them when I saw some papers on her dresser.
I took them out of curiosity and wanting to prolong those chaotic minutes in my head. interior. I was amazed when I realized that one of them was an ultrasound, in it you could see two creatures developing. Then my head went boom, because I was so blind. April was pregnant with twins, that explained many things like her change, however, from the happiness of that news, I passed to bitterness, upon seeing on the next page, the worst thing that could discover.No... No, no, no, no...I repeated it softly over and over again. I wanted what I was reading to be an illusion, a nightmare, like when I had imagined April being unfaithful to me a few minutes ago. I didn't want to accept what I was reading, it couldn't be real, it had to be a bad joke, it was impossible that she... That she... So that was her secret, that's why she didn't want to tell me... She didn't want to tell me she had cancer.
I never wanted to be unfaithful to you first, never did that idea cross my mind during the moment when you put the ring on your finger and we sealed our commitment with the most adorable and loving kiss. Back then, we were just 20-year-old kids who had barely experienced anything in life. You were a prisoner under your father's roof for your entire childhood and adolescence, he controlled everything about you, your schedules and routines.
I, on the other hand, never interacted with many people by choice. In my childhood I would spend hours reading psychology books and the human mind. They were complicated texts to read, due to the terms and concepts they used, making it a foreign world for me, but that same unknownness made me fascinated by the human psyche. My father thought I only took those books to seem intelligent and many times he took them away from me so I could relate to other kids.
My mother, on the other hand, let me read in peace, although there was a moment when she got very particular and bought me video game consoles so I wouldn't be a loner and could invite classmates over to make friends. Unfortunately, I didn't get along with anyone at school, unconsciously creating a barrier between my classmates and me, except for one person who always talked to me - that was Isidora.
It wasn't until I turned 40 that I realized I had used Isi For my benefit, knowing I was the only one who spoke to me, I invited her a couple of times to the house so we could play some video game and avoid my mother getting me a friend and forcing me to establish a friendship with a stranger. I didn't realize the harm I was causing, nor that Isidora would fall in love with me, since I was just a simple weirdo where the only thing standing out about my physical appearance were my hazelnut eyes.
When I was a teenager, things calmed down, my parents somehow resigned themselves to seeing me reading books about human psychology and different disorders. Plus, unlike my brother Ricardo, my grades were very good, I wasn't the smartest kid, that's clear, but the hours I dedicated to studying and the different books I had already consumed made everything easier for me. When it was time to decide my future, I knew I had to leave home to discover what I really wanted.
I never thought that in university, my whole world would be transformed. Seeing you in that classroom made my heart beat for the first time strongly but at a tranquil pace. One thing led to another and without realizing it, I ended up being your husband. I don't regret falling in love with you, nor following you in your craziness and games. If I'm sincere, I think our marriage still has a chance, you just have to stop being so indifferent and distant towards me.
This is the only thing I ask of you, April, because while you're at home without that sparkle that always characterized you, I'm rolling around with Laura's daughter in her arms. In her arms I've found peace and in her kisses life. Because let's be honest, since a couple of months ago, that spark we had between us has gone out. Everything became boring and hostile next to you, but with Rosita, there isn't a day when I don't have fun and fall more in love with her. Yes, falling in love, April. Rosita has managed to touch my heart and make me feel all these '... nights of passionate love, transform into a true dance of love. Our bodies align and merge into one, my cock reaches the deepest part of her pussy and her caresses on my back replace those already worn-out marks of yours, love. I delight in it, every time I move my pelvis, whether to remove or insert my member into that warm and snug vagina.
My hands take those thick black tits and squeeze them, while you should be at home, watching some TV program or lying on our cold bed. That nest of love we had built over 20 years, today is the most uncomfortable place for me to sleep. And no, it's not because my mind torments me with the idea of having soiled our special site like our marital bed with the smell of another, but rather, feeling Rosita's fragrance on the sheets helps me fall asleep.
It's not because I'm haunted by the thought of having ruined our most special place with the scent of another, but rather, feeling Rosita's fragrance on the sheets helps me fall asleep. Rather, it's because you no longer hug me, don't caress me like before, don't give me a kiss or look at me with that sweetness that used to relieve me so much. All that lack of affection has made our bed as cold as Antarctica, the only times I've felt warmth in it is when I've had sex with Rosita.
In this instant, she caresses my shoulders and back softly with her fingers, continues drawing on my skin, while I don't stop moving her entrails with my thrusts. Our lips meet as we moan and our eyes lock onto each other's. Seeing her beautiful face tremble and gesticulate with pleasure makes me happy, like when I was with you and we shared those moments that now only live in my retina and seem distant from being repeated.Oh, yeah... More, more, more!She exclaims, arching her voluminous young body and scratching my neck. I bite her lips, pleasing her with intense pounding, making her scream louder. Our tongues touch timidly before intertwining and forming a knot, where we share our saliva and choke on fervent gasps. The way she kisses me is very different from your last kiss, I feel her passion and love for me, not melancholy.
What happened to April? At what moment did you stop loving me and I distancing myself from you?, I don't hate you and will never do so, but understand that I couldn't keep tolerating the unpleasant atmosphere surrounding us. I needed an escape, a place where the air wasn't hard to breathe, and I found it in Rosita, every moment I live with her shines and there's no bitterness in my taste buds. Now she vibrates with pleasure at my thrusts and so do I.Ohhh... God... What a good kisswhispered, biting her ear and feeling like the folds of her pussy were claiming my cock, refusing to let it fully escape that embracing cave. You could be you, April, and you should have been, but no, you prefer to call out every time we see each other and move away from me every day more. If you don't love me anymore, why not take pity on me and tell me in the face? That way, we'll spare ourselves this slow agony that has transformed our marriage.
About ten minutes have passed since we've been making love in this foreign bed. Our bodies sweat, but they don't want to get away from each other; instead, we'd like to stay like this forever. My hard member throbs with force inside her, while it softly hits her uterus and she twists with pleasure, sighing prolongedly. If you saw us in this instant, you'd be clear that this girl is not a simple whim for me.
I love everything about her: her sculptural figure, her ebony skin, her thick lips, her dark eyes, her Greek nose. I love her innocence, her tenderness, her humor, her cunning, her joy, her timidity, her boldness and her perversions. I love when she whispers '...I love youor tell meMy loveI also love it when she looks at me intently and a smile blooms on her lips, I love that she blushes or wants to hide her more fragile side from me because in her heart she knows this is just an adventure. I love spending time with her and chatting, I love creating memories with this girl that replace the moments I lived with you April. I love being her lover and if you let me, I'd like to be more than just her simple lover, I'd love to be her man, her husband, that's why every day that passes, I'm thrilled at the idea of her telling me she's pregnant, that she's expecting a child from me, so I can use it as an excuse to leave you April and stop torturing ourselves in a relationship that no longer makes either of us feel alive. I know that for the kids it will be hard at first to accept that you and I are no longer together, that our paths have diverged. But more for Axel, since he'll have to find out that my new love is Rosita, his half-sister. But with time they'll get used to it and realize it's best for both of us. All these ideas crossed my mind while my cock stiffened inside her and I stared fixedly at her eyes. Slowly our lips drew closer and we timidly touched them. We didn't take long to kiss again, and I swear that when I push my cock deep into her, your image appears in my mind. But no, there's no regret or pain for what I'm doing, only pleasure, because I needed to fuck and this girl has been available to me for two and a half months, and every afternoon we've spent together have been unforgettable, because she does it very well. Her hands caress my buttocks and her fingers softly touch my thighs as she pumps harder. We stop for a couple of seconds to change positions. Now she's on top of me and I'm reclining on the bed. My cock stiffened and lubricated by her fluids is held by her delicate hands, and she travesties it against her sex. I loved that soft '... slip, before it was sitting slowly on my cock and submerging her in its interior again.Oh God, what a pleasure!I express, taking with my hands her belt and she howling from it. She bit her lips to not make a scandal and her immense chocolate tits bounced from one side to the other, due to her intense ride.–‘Oh wow... My love, but what a delight!!’I told her, wanting to fill and paint her uterus white with my semen, while she was strangling me with her thighs and the muscles of her vagina were pinching my cock. Her legs trembled every time they filled up with my load and I was enchanted by that aphrodisiac dance of her breasts, so I sat down and buried my face in them.Oh, my love!Rosita complained, feeling some bites, however, it didn't stop her gallop and seemed to be squeezing me tighter than before.What a yummy pair of breasts you have, CinderellaI affirmed, pursing a smile, to lose myself once again among those plump and firm breasts. The breathing and moans of both, were crescendo, to the point that I felt like I no longer had strength to scream and the air was scarce in that bubble of love we were in.
There was no longer force to keep dilating what was inevitable, I had enjoyed every minute and every second of that wonderful sex I shared with Rosita. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I held on to her as I came, while she ready to receive my discharges grabbed me by the neck, burying me once again between her breasts. For a few seconds, only the orchestra of our bodies pounding each other was heard, since both of us were delirious with pleasure.I'm coming... I'm cumming!I exclaimed, between her breasts and she pulling my hair screamed: –‘Yes yes yes!!!... pussy... Yes!!… Do it inside me!!’-Rosita arrived at a new orgasm that night, but it was the most intense one. We remained embracing in the same position we had just climaxed for a few seconds. Finally, our exhausted bodies fell onto the bed, she on top of me, panting and kissing my chest, while I closed my eyes from fatigue, finally forgetting your face.
The next morning, I woke up feeling content with a smile that stretched from one end to the other. I took a bath, got dressed, and said goodbye to Rosita with a kiss, eager to get away as soon as possible to continue enjoying her company.
Throughout the conversation, I felt uncomfortable and observed, it wasn't hard to discover who was looking at me. It was that couple who had found me having dinner with Rosita last night.
Both the man and woman seemed absorbed in me. I weighed that it annoyed me being stalked, but didn't say anything. I kept silent and tried to focus on the conversation, after all, I didn't want to exchange words with them. It wasn't that I didn't like them, simply I didn't want to socialize with anyone from that place, something I hadn't experienced since I had met April. She changed my arrogant and solitary attitude, making me a more friendly and reliable person just by sharing her time with me.
When the conversation ended, I took my things and wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. But then someone pulled on my arm, turning around, I realized it was the wife of the jerk who had been stunned by Rosita. It would have been normal to greet her and ask what she wanted, however, like a 18-year-old teenager, I lowered my gaze lost and in a tone as cold as ice, asked her to let me go because I had important things to do.
I turned around again and broke free from her grasp, heading towards the exit and wondering to myself, what's going on with me?, it wasn't normal for me to act this way. I was almost out of the room when... Soon I heard from the woman's mouth, the name of my wife. I was paralyzed, my heart stopped and my skin went goosebumps. How does she know my wife?, I questioned myself, trying to escape before having to give an explanation or tell a lie.–“April Harper is your wife, right?”He said, making me feel a sharp pain in the chest and my legs tremble.-She and I have been together for a couple of years, we met in a sexology course. We became friends, although once the course ended, we stopped talking to each other and drifted apart due to work issues-'revealed, making me realize how small the world was.-I recently ran into her and although we barely talked, I realized she lost her smile, what happened? Is she sick? And that's why you changed her?-closed. Being questioned and being scolded, made me feel bad, very bad, so much that the pain in my chest became more unbearable. Like a coward I ran away from there, I didn't want to argue with anyone, rather I had no arguments to respond or defend myself. I was so destroyed when I arrived at the hotel where I was staying with Rosita, I hugged her and started crying. During the afternoon I questioned why those last words hurt me so much if I had used my head a little better I would have excused myself in some way.
But after running away it became clear that I was being unfaithful to my wife or had abandoned her and replaced her with Rosita, as if she were a pair of shoes or an article of clothing. During all that time my young lover comforted me between her arms without asking what had left me vulnerable. I didn't want to go anywhere so we ordered room service while I was leaning on her lap and she put The Fault in Our Stars on TV.
Honestly, I hate that movie and generally all romance films. They've never been my taste except for one which was my wife's favorite, 10 Things I Hate About You. I don't know if I like the movie or maybe I just liked watching it with April but if Rosita put it on at that moment I would have sunk into a greater and more inexorable sorrow and I would want to go back home to see my wife even though 10 seconds later I would detest her indifference.
Remembering that I had no battery in my phone since last night, I sat down on the bed to charge it. When I turned it on, I realized I had several lost calls from Vanessa and an endless number of messages from her and my other two children. I didn't want to read any messages and only called my daughter to find out why they wanted to communicate with me. She barely answers and scolds me for not having answered almost a whole day. In her voice, I noticed more anguish than anger also concern.
I: Sorry, Vane. But I ran out of battery and forgot to charge my cell phone until now.
I said getting into bed.
Vanesa: Forget how dependent you are on Mom and that without her you're unable to do something as minimal as charging your mobile.
I: Oh come on, daughter. I already apologized, don't keep lecturing me and tell me why you were calling me so much.
Vanesa: Didn't you read the messages?
I: No... I'm very tired, it's been a very exhausting day, that's why I called, my girl.
Vanesa: Mom...
Just hearing that word, my heart skipped a beat and like a spring, I sat back down on the bed.
I: What's wrong with your mother?
There was a small silence that exasperated me. My hands were sweating coldly and my whole body was trembling with concern.
I: ¡Joder, Vanessa! ¡What's wrong with your mother?!
I insist while listening to my Princess sobbing, making my breathing quicken.
Axel: Hi, Dad. I'm Axel. Sorry we're bothering you, but Mom had a fainting spell in the shower on Monday and hit her head.
I: ¡¿What?! ¡But is she okay?! ¡Doesn't she have anything serious?!
Axel: (Sighs) No... She just had a compensation due to work. She's still in the hospital, but they'll discharge her tomorrow. Mom didn't want us to tell you because she didn't want to bother you during your specialization, but you know how Vanessa is.
I expressed myself, making me feel worse than I already was.
I: And Simon who is he with?
Axel: With us. He's fine, so don't worry about it, just focus on the specialization, bye.
He hung up suddenly, something that clearly didn't please me, but maybe it was necessary because without asking Rosita anything, who was looking at me worried from the bed, I bought the first tickets to return tomorrow morning to the capital. I knew I was being selfish and impulsive, but I couldn't stay calm without seeing April first and confirming that she had only fainted.–‘We're coming back tomorrow, right?’-Rosita said, turning off the television, and sadness reflected in her eyes.Yes. SorryI answered him, bowing my head and sighing.Don't worry, I understand the situation. It's an emergency and she is your wife after allHe said, trying to hide a smile, but couldn't. It was evident that all that illusion of the trip had broken for my fault. Sitting on the bed, I hugged her and asked her again to forgive me, promising to reward her with another trip very soon. She didn't say anything, just hugged me.
The next morning, both of us packed our bags and left. The return journey seemed long and tortuous, so much that the only moments where I found peace were when Rosita stroked my hands. At the airport, I separated from my lover, she went back to her house and I to mine, the goodbye was so cold that we said see you later and there was no kiss.
I didn't know if April was already home, but it didn't matter because if I didn't find her, I would take the car and go look for her at the hospital, besides making sure she wasn't hiding anything from me.
But when I arrived home, Vanessa's car was parked, so I understood that April was already home. As soon as I opened the door, I felt a cold wind envelop my body. I didn't want to say anything and just walked silently to my room, where I noticed a crowd of people. They were my children and sisters-in-law surrounding April, who was lying in bed. She asked them to be quiet, something caught my attention.
In my clumsiness, instead of staying behind the threshold, listening attentively to what they were saying, I interrupted, asking why they had to keep quiet. Everyone looked at me with surprise, but it was April who spoke.It's nothing, I just thought I heard some noise and it was youSignaled with a somber countenance and avoiding eye contact. I instead of continuing to question, fell silent, approached her with the intention of wanting to kiss her on the head, but couldn't. I limited myself to touching her hair and then carried Simon. There was no further word exchange between us, and I felt hurt by her coldness, neither leaving the house nor regretting interrupting my trip and returning home. My children assured me that their mother didn't have anything serious, but before they left, Vanessa hugged me and whispered to take care of her mother. I felt strange in front of those words, which could mean many things, but I couldn't interpret them. When the moon shone with stars in the sky, my mind slightly went back to my adolescence. Isi was playing his piano and I from my room listened to him. The melody was anguishing and bitter, that my heart stirred. I got lost among the notes, which made me imagine a story. One of a couple going through a crisis and the man taking refuge in another's arms. It was ironic, that I was living the same thing that this melody transmitted to me 23 years ago.Know that there's someone in your life changing you and who stole your heart, Tom. It's not necessary for you to keep lying to me or hiding it, just tell me who is.I suddenly heard. Attonished and with my body numb, I turned my neck to look at April.Did you say something?I asked her, she turning away from me, only murmured icily that no. All the commotion about this matter was driving me crazy and I didn't know how much longer I could keep my adultery a secret.
It has been a week since then and I've only run into my lover twice, but only to chat. In that week, I questioned myself more than once what I really felt for that girl and if my feelings for April had changed. Similarly, I don't know if my wife knows anything about my infidelity or has any slight suspicion, as I haven't been very cautious. After finishing work, I took my car and decided to drive to Rosita's apartment.
Just like the other two days when I met her, I was distracted, with many doubts more than willing to make love to that girl who had been a true comfort. I couldn't help but feel like a scoundrel, playing with the feelings of a young girl and taking advantage of her while lying to my wife. When I arrived at Rosita's apartment, I knocked on the door and barely gave it two taps, she opened it. On her tender and beautiful face, I perceived happiness at seeing me, without giving me time, she rushed towards me and kissed me.
Her sweet, plump lips made me forget everything that was bothering my head for a few seconds. When we separated, she gave me her flirtatious smile, which left me enchanted. The lethargy from which I awakened in the moment when she told me:You're bad sweetie, you didn't answer my messages, I thought you weren't coming todayAgain I felt overwhelmed and disgusted for not being clear with her. Everything got worse when I saw her sparkling eyes, full of false illusions, for an adventure.Is something wrong with you?I consult, worried because I notice you silent, motionless and strange.No... NothingI lied to her with great ease. Looking at the floor, I moved behind her while thinking of some words that would make that girl wake up. Let her see that I was taking advantage of her, that I was only using her as a sexual and comforting object because my wife had extinguished her lustful spark, which satisfied me.
We sat down at the table, Rosita already had dinner ready, which looked spectacular and very appetizing. However, I didn't feel like eating, my stomach and guts were all mixed up, with so much internal turmoil. Why was I questioning everything now? Why didn't I do it before? Would I have enough balls to break her heart, were some of the questions that crossed my mind while she ate and talked about her day. I limited myself to just listening with my head down, every time she said something, and to avoid seeming ungrateful, I gave her a couple of bites of dinner.Don't you have much of an appetite today, right?Interpellate kindly,NoI limited myself to responding, moving my head from left to right and not looking at her.Today was a pretty exhausting day at work, apparentlyI affirm she is, trying to hide her anger, due to my lack of interaction with her.YesAgain I answered briefly, maybe it was fitting, to wait for her to get annoyed and ask me to leave, in order to avoid confrontation. However, Rosita instead of getting upset, empathized with me and sat on my lap, lifting my face so she could look at me with her eyes.What's up love? Do you have some family drama? Did April get sick again, or maybe someone found out about us and you're worried they'll tell my dad about it? Because if that's the case, don't worry about me, sweetieI whisper. The fragrance that it emitted, its plump lips and piercing eyes, were enchanting me. Its black mane, its chocolate skin and infarction curves, lifted my spirits and seduced me, not late in having the penis erect.
Without saying anything, I hugged her and gave her a kiss so intense that it seemed like I was devouring her mouth. My hands wandered clumsily over her back, searching for the zipper of her dress and thus taking it down. She, on the other hand, was unbuttoning my shirt, leaving my jacket on the floor, then releasing the tie knot and opening my collar. The seconds passed and I kept not finding her closure, feeling trapped by her sweet tongue that intertwined with mine and shared her hot and sticky saliva with me.I love it when you kiss me so passionately. You make me feel desired and loved.whispering, biting my lips. Rosita left half of my shirt unbuttoned, because she preferred to unbuckle me and free my cock that was rolled up in my boxers. However, in those seconds of calm, the image of April returned to disturb me, all the heat I had, disappeared like vapor. Holding her hands, I asked Rosita to stop, because I wasn't in the mood.
Rosita: Is it a joke, right?
Me: No... It's not, excuse me.
I said, moving away from her. I knew that my rejection would cause her pain and make her cry, but I wasn't in condition to have sex with her. I avoided looking at her face, because I felt like it would overwhelm me even more than it already was. I felt like a monster, taking advantage of a poor girl who desperately sought love. I began to button up my shirt, while listening faintly as Rosita sobbed behind me.
Me: Rosita... Don't cry, please. You're not to blame for anything, damn it. It's me, it's me the problem, I don't know why but my head is a mess.
I expressed almost desperately and stopped buttoning up my shirt to put my hands on my head. I expected some questioning from that girl, some reproach, that she would insult me and tell me our thing was over. However, instead of that, Rosita hugged me, which made me feel worse and at the same time happy. Happy because with that gesture she showed me that she loved me unconditionally, but I didn't deserve her love, I was just a jerk, an idiot who was playing with her feelings, I had to stop her.
Me: Rosita, I...
Rosita: Ssshhh... Don't say anything, love. Just breathe and think, take your time and then fire away whatever you have to say.
Again, she demonstrated being more mature and adult than me. During those minutes of silence, I wondered what was right and wrong, what I should do, whom I should choose? Like a rain of meteorites, I saw in front of me the moments we had shared so much. With that cute brunette as my wife. I couldn't hold back any more tears and burst into crying, Rosita could have taken advantage of the moment when I was broken and confused, but she didn't, she stayed quiet hugging me. When I finished letting it all out, she without letting go started to murmur:I swear I triedwere his first declarations,I tried not to fall in love with you, to leave this romance when I still could. However, I got used to seeing you every day, sharing my life with you, kissing you and letting you make me yoursHe added, with a trembling voice.I got used to this late-night love, your caresses and your pampering. No man had ever made me feel so many emotions and feelings at the same time, but I understand that this is overI conclude. I thought hearing those words would make me feel relieved, but it was the opposite. I felt dazed because I didn't want my love with her to end that way. Stupid and arrogant, I turned around to hug and kiss her like a madman. Without giving her time to react or say something that would stop me, I picked her up and took her to her bed, where we had written a thousand hours of our love. I unzipped her dress and ripped it off, then covered her soft body with kisses.
Her clitoris was soaked and swollen, just touching it with my fingertips made her shudder, releasing a hypnotic scream. My desire for her became infinite and my doubts disappeared.It's all been a mistakeI said it silently to myself, giving a lick along the entire length of her vulva and finishing by unbuttoning my belt.–“Ohhh God!”-She complained, arching her back and gripping her hands in my hair, while I undressed myself and left off eating her pussy to return to her thick lips where I submerged myself in a dense and fervent kiss. My hands were touching the warm figure of Rosita with tenderness, and my cock was hardening to penetrate her. She took hold of my shaft, guiding it to the entrance of her vagina, leaving me the decision whether to continue or leave everything there. It was absurd at that moment to think I wouldn't conclude what I had started, but I understood she might have doubts. My glans was just about to burst in her slit, and it got covered with her juices. I felt how those lips opened up to envelop the tip of my shaft. Desperation took hold of me, in those seconds when I adjusted myself to make her mine. My lips parted from hers, just as my cock plunged into her warm and welcoming pussy.–“Ahah, yes... Daddy!... Make me yours!!”-I was excited, as I received each inch of my mast inside her. Stimulated by her desire and mine, I charged with force. I noticed how comfortable my cock felt inside that cave, squeezing just the right amount. My hands were squeezing Rosita's enormous Moorish breasts, which danced with each thrust I gave, and my mouth was exploring her neck and ear.I love you, Rosita. I love you very much.I whispered it to her without thinking about the meaning of the word. She wrapping my neck with her thin arms, answered me I love you too, TomasDrunk with lust, I continued telling her that I loved her, as I increased the pace of my thrusts. Our bodies twisted in pleasure and our screams filled the room. She purred for long minutes, eventually reaching orgasm and becoming totally satisfied. After coming inside her, I stayed on top for a few minutes, kissing and biting her skin. When I wanted to get up and leave for my house, she stopped me, told me not to go, and said that only for that night, I should stay by her side.
I smiled and complied, staying the night with her, where we did it again once more. We finished sweaty and with a smile between our lips; she climbed on top of me and rested her head on my chest. I hugged her and fell asleep, giving her a kiss on her head. My cell phone started ringing early, so I was woken up. I took a shower without any regret for what I had done, then got dressed and made breakfast.
I had forgotten what it was like to cook for someone with love. Rosita came out of her room, covering her precious silhouette with a bathrobe. I approached her and gave her a kiss, Good morning, love. I made breakfast for you.I told him, seeing how his little eyes were sparkling with illusion.Thanks. Although you didn't have to bother yourself, since you know very well what I'd like for breakfast.I answer with a flirtatious smile and touching my fingers on my cock that remained flaccid.Oh, for crying out loud, wasn't what we did last night enough for you?I replied, giving him another kiss, this time longer and more passionate.It's clear that I'm enough for you, but I love eating itI affirm, passing her tongue between her burning lips.I'd like to give you your breakfast sweetly, but I have to go to workI said it to him, giving him another kiss.–‘However, at night you can eat my cock, whatever you want’-I added, feeling how my cock was rising.–“Is it at night?”-She asks innocently,Yes, at night. I plan to stay with you too tonight.He responded. If before their eyes had sparkled, in that instant they were two illuminated pearls, his smile became enormous.Do you speak seriously?He said, wanting not to get too excited.Of course, I'm not going to lie to you about something like this, sweetie.Hardly had I finished saying that when his lips stuck to mine. For very little, I was about to be late for work and stay with her. Rosita adjusted my tie and then we parted ways with a short and tender kiss. It wasn't until I got into the car that I realized my phone battery was running low. I thought of charging it at work. While driving, I was planning what I could do that night with my dear and young lover, but those thoughts would be interrupted when I stopped at a red light and turned my gaze to the left, appreciating how April got into a car with a stranger.What's up?I murmured, what was April doing at those hours with a man? It's what kept running through my head. Swerving off my path, I pulled over in a sector to see what they were doing inside the car. I couldn't see them clearly, but it seemed like they were talking,–“Did April spend the night with that guy?”-I asked myself out loud as a rage took hold of me. I couldn't stand the idea that April was cheating on me with that guy. He seemed taller than me, more muscular and his skin was black. It wouldn't have surprised me if he were behind my wife, but it was what she had fallen into his hands that really got to me and irritated me. Finally, he started moving and I followed him, wanting to see where they were going, the further we went, I realized they were heading home. I thought he was only dropping off April, so I doubted whether to keep following or not. However, I decided to continue because I wanted to question my wife, find out who that guy was. When they arrived at the house, he got out and opened the door for April, she leaned on his arm as if she needed to, because she didn't have the strength to walk or did it because she wanted to.If my husband discovers this, he's going to destroy itI heard before the neighbor's dog started barking at me. I didn't know what to think anymore, had a sea of doubts that frustrated me, wanted to know why she was so glued to him, why she wasn't saying anything, when he was shamelessly touching her waist, wanted to hear what they were talking about, wanted to discover the secret of my wife.
I felt a strong pain in my chest, as if someone was tearing me apart with a dagger. Just thinking that April was taking that man to our bed. But why did it affect me so much? Wasn't I doing the same thing with Rosita? So I was being hypocritical for feeling anger and sadness that April was doing the same thing. Was she really doing the same thing or were my ideas just wrong? I had to find out everything once, even if it ended up being painful.
I got out of the car and took a deep breath, filling myself with courage to enter the house. I tried to be as quiet as possible and not give away my presence. Opening the door, I felt like the air became thicker, my hands didn't stop trembling, nor did my legs. A knot formed in my stomach and I started to notice my feet were heavier. I wanted to leave without a word, but I wouldn't know what kind of relationship April had with that man unless I dared to move forward.
I let out another sigh to calm down, not thinking much, I walked across the first floor, finding no sign of them. My fears began to confirm themselves, which agitated and exasperated me even more. Going up the stairs, images of April kissing that guy appeared in my head, totally destroying me. When I reached the second floor, I looked at my bedroom door, the hallway seemed enormous and endless, but when I walked towards it, just a few steps were enough.
In front of the door, I heard murmurs, wanted to turn the handle and at the same time not. Doubts, fear, and cowardice mixed inside me, I didn't even know what to... What I was doing, was it correct or not. The only thing I was sure of was that the image I would find was going to break me. I closed my eyes, sighed again and opened the door, to face reality and discover my wife's secret. Tears sprang from my eyes and my heart broke into pieces, seeing her naked with that guy.No... It's not true...I said to myself, denying what my eyes were contemplating,She wouldn't do this to meI consoled myself while watching April give that guy a Cuban to him. She seemed to be enjoying it, having a cock that wasn't mine between her beautiful breasts, as she bit her lips and passed her tongue around them. I wanted to say something, stop her, but the words wouldn't come out, not even a whimper for her to notice my presence.
Everything went black because in truth, I still had my hand on the doorknob and didn't have the guts to open it. Then I heard footsteps approaching, so I quickly hid in Simon's room. Without being able to see what was happening, I stayed quiet listening to someone's footsteps, assumed it was that guy, because after so many years with April, I could recognize the sound of his high heels. I had no doubt it was him, because when he finished going down the stairs, he went straight to the exit.
I left Simon's room just as I heard that guy making his car drive away. I felt a small relief that April wasn't cheating on me, but what was her secret? What was she so afraid of revealing to me? I asked myself, standing again in front of our bedroom door. This time, I didn't have the courage to open it, as she was sleeping deeply in bed. I approached with a smile on my face, seeing her so peaceful resting.
I wanted to caress her beautiful face and give her a kiss, but the remorse and guilt that I was the only one cheating started to overwhelm me. I felt rotten and didn't deserve this woman or Rosita, as I was just playing with them. In those minutes, it became clear that my love for April hadn't gone away and that seeing her with someone else really hurt me and I couldn't let her go. I was going to sit on the bed to think about how to ask forgiveness from both of them when I saw some papers on her dresser.
I took them out of curiosity and wanting to prolong those chaotic minutes in my head. interior. I was amazed when I realized that one of them was an ultrasound, in it you could see two creatures developing. Then my head went boom, because I was so blind. April was pregnant with twins, that explained many things like her change, however, from the happiness of that news, I passed to bitterness, upon seeing on the next page, the worst thing that could discover.No... No, no, no, no...I repeated it softly over and over again. I wanted what I was reading to be an illusion, a nightmare, like when I had imagined April being unfaithful to me a few minutes ago. I didn't want to accept what I was reading, it couldn't be real, it had to be a bad joke, it was impossible that she... That she... So that was her secret, that's why she didn't want to tell me... She didn't want to tell me she had cancer.
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