Chapter 383 - Christmas Eve - mdfour
Alfredo
I don't know how much time had passed; I just kept throwing punch after punch. My hands hurt, and I knew I was messing up my knuckles. Something wanted to come out of me, so I increased the intensity of my punches, using my last breath to scream her name. "PATRICIA!" I fell to my knees, and when I did, I saw all my friends around the ring, dressed in their finest suits.
My hands were bloody; I couldn't open them. Ana came to my side.
"I need to treat him, doctor," she said. She had stayed on as the nanny for Aníbal's children.
"It hurts my soul more than my hands, and there's no cure for that."
I said, not caring that they saw me cry this time. Roland and Simón came to my side, and I looked at Gustavo. The tears wouldn't stop. It's true what they say—that when your soul hurts, only crying provides a bit of relief.
"Forgive me. I hurt your sister, and in doing so, I hurt myself too. And now it's too late."
"We forgive you."
Roland spoke. I looked at him, and as I did, Simón gave me a tranquilizer.
……
Arnold
We are three days away from Christmas. Four months had passed since Patricia's wedding, and everything seemed to be going great for her. Máximo had been amazing, but Alfredo was the one who troubled us. We tried to keep them from meeting, but with Christmas approaching, they were bound to see each other, and it would be very awkward.
"What's on your mind, sweetheart?"
"In three days, it's Christmas. It will be awkward having Alfredo, Patricia, and Máximo together."
"We all thought the same thing for a few days, but don't worry. Alfredo is traveling to Colombia tomorrow. He'll spend the holidays with his mom, brother, and stepfather. He'll be back in mid-January."
"It makes me sad."
"They decided it that way. Time will give us the answers," he said calmly, just like Veronica.
"Do you think Patricia is happy?"
"She doesn't seem to be suffering." He kissed my neck. "I was wrapping gifts for everyone. That tradition hasn't been lost over the years. Veronica has been the main promoter of keeping it alive."
"This will be the first time since we started the tradition that one of our siblings won't be here."
"Can you imagine when Patricia's baby is born? It's a boy, and Alfredo will see him. I was one of those who wanted him to suffer and writhe in pain for what he did to Pato, but now, he looks so serious, so quiet. He doesn't seem like Rino, who always found humor in everything." It was past ten at night. My sweetheart's arms wrapped around me.
"What time are you going to bed?"
"I'm packing the gifts for La Sirena and the house. Tomorrow is the annual party, and in two days, it's Christmas."
"Then," he pouted and started kissing my neck, "is there no attention for your husband?"
"Haven't I taken good care of you today?" I knew where he was going with this.
"You must still have some of that aphrodisiac cream you bought. That must be it because I've been like a lapdog following your behind all day."
"You literally have been."
I laughed out loud. Two days ago, I bought several sex items with all my friends. We went into one of those sex shops, and each of us bought various things. Among them, I bought a cream that was said to have those effects, and I didn't believe it. But today, when I applied it, my husband had been wild, and we had been calming those urges.
His hand slipped under my shirt, freeing my breasts, pressing my nipples while his mouth wreaked havoc on my neck. His erection pressed against my buttocks, and he let down my hair. He has always had an obsession with my long hair; he loves seeing me from behind while I dance on his member. He undressed me.
"Did you lock the door?"
"What do you think? I knew what was coming." He kissed my back, and I felt him release his erection. "Your pale stick is free. Do you want to do something about it?" I smiled.
I turned around. My husband was perfect. My sweetheart has a body that turns me on in inexplicable ways. I kissed his mouth, moved down his neck, licked his chest, and my hand began to caress his erect member.
"Sweetheart," he said, a bit desperate. I knew what he wanted, but I would take my time. "If you keep this up, I'll punish you later." My tongue was playing with his navel, and I looked at him.
"How would you punish me?"
"You know how I will. Not even shouting will get your pale stick in..."
I took his member into my mouth, and he, between laughter and gasps of pleasure, let himself go. For the next few minutes, I would just delight in giving pleasure to my husband. I think, in some way, what Patricia went through in her relationship with Alfredo taught us all that nothing is guaranteed. We must put in the effort every day to keep the flame of the relationship alive, and that included sex.
That's why, when we were at Blanco buying gifts for the ranch employees, we went into that sex shop. We found some things that I definitely don't see myself using. But there are many things that can give a change to your sex life, and if you have a specimen of a Greek god as a husband...
You just have to try. That afternoon, we laughed at the things we found. Each of us left with several items; I, for one, have a whole arsenal for erotic massages, handcuffs, and a couple of lingerie pieces that I hope will drive him crazy.
"Sirena, you're going to make me come."
That's exactly what I wanted, so I quickened my movements, savoring his penis with my tongue, massaging his testicles. I felt them tense up, his first spurts filled my mouth, my Güerito tastes delicious, and hearing his post-ejaculation sounds makes me feel glorious.
He lifted me up, and we walked to the furniture in my work area, next to La Sirena. Arnold had built me a daycare; I take care of the children aged one to five of all the workers from the haciendas.
We were on vacation, so I had used it to fill it with all the employees' gifts, the children's, those from our ranch, plus the family's. Every year it was a good amount of money, but it was worth it to keep the employees happy.
My husband sat down, his penis still erect, long, thick, demanding more attention. I turned my back to him and began to slowly introduce it, this way I felt him deep inside, his hands gripped my waist to help with the rhythm, then one hand caressed my hair.
With more movements, my thighs began to tense, Arnold's hands squeezed my breasts, and his lips took over my earlobe, taking me to heaven. He was an expert in knowing my body, listening to him moan close to my ear while I made the same sounds, my skin tingling and convulsing with pleasure.
"I love you, Piel canela."
"And I love you more, Güerito."
My body rested on his chest, our breathing trying to return to normal.
"I want to propose something."
"No more babies!" I heard him laugh.
"We make beautiful ones."
"But they're a handful." He laughed again, hugging me tightly.
"How about we get a tattoo?" I turned to look at him. "Don't look at me like that, I'll be very honest. It's more, it's an act of possession."
"While you tell me, let's go clean up." We cleaned ourselves, and when we came out, he put on his boxers, and I my cloud-patterned panties.
"I want you to get a tattoo here." He touched my pelvis very close to my center. "That literally says in pretty letters: property of Arnold Delgado." I looked at him, about to laugh. "Don't laugh, Guadalupe, I'll get one in the same place that says property of Guadalupe Sánchez, my Renacuaja, my Sirena, my Piel canela." I looked at him, unsure whether to scream with joy or tell him not to be so possessive.
"And the reason?"
"I hope it never happens, but if we ever separate and you find some bastard, I want to ruin his life every time he goes to kiss there, I want to rub it in his face that my name is there."
The idea didn't displease me; if it were the other way around, every time a future woman went to suck his penis, she would have to read property of Guadalupe Sánchez, my Renacuaja, my Sirena, my Piel canela. His gaze awaited a response.
"Property of each other."
"You know I've been yours for years, it's just ensuring it for the future."
"Getting a tattoo at thirty-five?"
"I'm older than you."
"But you look better and better, Güerito. I accept." He smiled so childishly. "Now you have to help me pack everything I still need to."
"Whatever you say, I'm all yours."
"My parents don't know, my brother arrives tomorrow with his family."
He had become Aníbal's eyes for the haciendas in Colombia, he married a Colombian woman ten years ago, and I have three nephews, two girls and a boy.
"Lupe." We finished getting dressed.
"Can we go get the tattoos tomorrow?" I nodded.
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Alfredo
I have a flight tonight to Colombia. After ten years of not spending these holidays with my mother, because I always spent them with Patricia and my friends. I was waiting for a saleswoman to finish packing all the gifts I had bought for the family and especially one I bought for her.
The advantage was that no one put names on them, and since I wasn't there, they'd assume I didn't bring anything. It was the first time I was doing this, before my wife had done it. I haven't seen her, I don't dare see her pregnant. But what you want and what God wants are two different things.
With two supermarket carts full, I reached the parking lot and while loading the packages into the car, she got out of hers with her husband... I wasn't prepared, not to see her smiling, showing off her belly, she looked so beautiful pregnant, my heart raced.
Patricia hugged Máximo, and he kissed her on the forehead, they didn't notice my presence, they walked towards the entrance of the establishment. Meanwhile, I stayed, not sure for how long, replaying the moment, she looked very beautiful pregnant.
It was better to leave here. Once again, a headache flared up, in fact, I've had constant headaches since we broke up, the constant thinking doesn't let me rest.
These past four months haven't been easy, Roland has sent me on all the reconnaissance missions, I haven't wanted to return to the clinic, I'm still messed up, buying gifts for Patricia that I can never send. But at least this Christmas, I'll give her one.