El inicio de los cuernos - parte 1

The room was barely illuminated by the faint light from the street that seeped in through the window. Lucia and Julian were lying on the bed, naked and sweaty, recovering their breath after having had sex with enthusiasm. Their breathing was still labored when Julian decided to speak, his voice hoarse and his nerves exposed.

Love, I want to tell you something..., he started, his tone loaded with a mix of nerves and excitement that made his heart race at a thousand beats.

Lucia, still with her head in the clouds after cum, turned to look at him. She could see in his eyes that something was off, but curiosity got the better of her.

What's up, big guy? she asked, caressing his chest with her finger, in circles.

Julian swallowed hard, his heart racing. He had thought about this a lot, fantasized about telling her, but now that he was about to do it, he felt a knot in his stomach.

I have a fantasy..., he murmured, quietly—. The idea of seeing you with another guy, of seeing how you... fuck while I watch.

Lucia sat up suddenly, surprised, her eyes wide open like two plates. She looked at him, trying to process what she had just heard.

What are you saying, Juli? Are you screwing me? Are you messing with me? she asked, incredulous laughter on her lips.

But Julian's gaze was serious, loaded with desire. He shook his head and his hands trembled slightly when he grabbed her hand.

No, seriously, love. I've been thinking about this for a while. The idea of seeing you with another guy, knowing that you're having a blast while I do nothing..., he whispered, the intensity in his voice making Lucia's floor move.

Lucia remained silent, trying to absorb it all. She thought it was a test, a way to see if she had fantasies about other guys, but when she looked at him again, she understood that this was serious. The sparkle in his eyes, the way he breathed quickly while talking... this wasn't just a wild idea, it was something he really wanted. —But, love, that would be like... like putting horns on you, buddy. Wouldn't it hurt to see me with someone else? —he said, trying to find the right words. Julián shook his head, moving closer to her, his fingers caressing her arm as if trying to calm her down. —I don't feel that way, Lu. It wouldn't be horned because I'd know it, it would be part of this... Me getting hot seeing you enjoy yourself, seeing my princess have a good time with someone else, male... —Julián swallowed hard, his gaze fixed on Lucia's eyes, trying to convey the intensity of his desire. Lucia felt a shiver run down her spine. There was something in the way he said it, in that kind of obsessive reverence in his words, that started to awaken something inside her. A different heat, something dark and tempting. But she still had doubts. —And isn't it just a way for you to see who I'd sleep with if you weren't there? Aren't you looking for that? —She looked at him with a mischievous smile, as if trying to foil his plan. —No, nothing like that. —He replied, caressing her face softly—. I don't care who, I just want to see you. See how you give yourself, how you enjoy it, and know that everything is happening because I want it. The silence stretched between the two of them, heavy with a new tension. Lucia felt her heart beating strongly. The idea, which at first seemed crazy, started echoing in her head, imagining things she had never crossed her mind before. —What if I don't like it? —She asked, her voice softer, more open to the idea of what she herself wanted to admit. Julián hugged her, bringing his lips close to her ear. —You don't have to do anything you don't like, Lu. I just want you to think about it, feel it. If someday you want it, I'll be there, looking at you, enjoying with you —he whispered, his warm breath on the nape of her neck. The conversation ended there, but the seed was already planted. From that night on, every time they had sex, Julián would ask Lucia to tell him... How it had been with others before him. At first, she did it in a joking tone, laughing at his face while telling her stories.

—It warms you up when I tell you how they used to take me, doesn't it? How they filled my mouth with... —she would say, with a hoarse voice in Julian's ear, as he tensed up beneath her, his body vibrating with excitement.

And every time she whispered those stories in his ear, he ended up at the touch, as if he couldn't take anymore. Lucia teased him, laughing when she saw his face.

—You're a cuck of fantasy, my love... you love it when I tell you how they used me, don't you? —she would say, and Julian, instead of getting angry, only got more excited.

This way, little by little, the idea started to appeal to Lucia. It warmed her up to see how Julian went crazy with those stories, how his breathing became erratic and his body trembled beneath her. And the idea of making it real, of seeing where they could take it, began to take shape in her head.

Until one night, after getting intimate with all, soaked in sweat and desire, Lucia decided to speak.

—What if I did? —she said suddenly, with a hoarse voice loaded with heat—. What if I gave you that pleasure? There's someone who warms me up, someone I'd like to try...

Julian remained silent, his body frozen for a moment, while his eyes locked onto Lucia's. His heart was pounding, and although he had fantasized about this for a long time, hearing her say it out loud filled him with a mix of fear and excitement he had never felt before.

—Really? Who is it? —he asked, with a trembling voice full of anxiety and desire.

Lucia smiled, a piquant smile loaded with sensualness that left him completely disarmed.

—We'll leave that for later, love... —she murmured, leaning in to his ear—. But I promise you, if you behave, I'll tell you all the details...

Julian looked at her, his body already responding to those words, and knew there was no turning back. His fantasy was about to... Becoming reality, and the single thought filled him with an uncontrollable excitement. The first part had ended, but the story was just beginning.