Chapter 381 - The Harsh Reality - mdfour
Diana
She looked at him with noticeable anger.
"Someone else would have at least looked for me." She was right. "At least called! Do you realize that? Now I'll only look out for my family: my husband and my son."
"Well, take today off. We'll continue with the preparations for the religious ceremony. Why didn't Máximo's parents come?" She got nervous.
"They'll be at the religious one," I confirmed.
"My wife."
Máximo arrived for his wife, kissed her hand, and my Beast hugged me from behind. I'm still angry with him, but the others don't need to know that. Gustavo headed for the exit to find his mom. We said our goodbyes, and on the drive back home, we spent half the trip in silence.
"Are you still mad at me, Little One?"
I looked at my husband. The shameless man had left me just as I was about to climax this morning; that was his reaction to the news that we would be the witnesses.
"What do you think?"
"Don't you understand? I feel like a traitor to Alfredo."
"One thing has nothing to do with the other."
"You're right. This morning I wanted to punch Máximo in the face, but the guy's cool. Patricia put up quite a rival for Alfredo."
"There's no rival anymore. He gave her up, and the other one, who was just waiting for a chance, secured it. It wasn't a game; he won fair and square."
"Married and with a child."
"Patricia's wishes."
He took my hand, and I pulled it away. He raised an eyebrow. We were nearing the cabin; we always have to pass its entrance to get to our ranch.
"You know what? We're going to sort out our problem right now."
He sped up the car, veering towards the cabin, as if racing. When he stopped, he looked at me.
"If my wife wants orgasms, then her Beast will give them to her."
He got out of the truck and, seeing that I wasn't following, came back, pulled me out like a sack of potatoes, and since I was wearing a tight cream-colored dress, it rode up to my waist, leaving my entire backside exposed.
"Put me down, Beast! My private parts will be seen!"
"There's no one here, and you've already got me hard." He gave my butt a hard slap. "How do you leave the house without underwear?"
With skill, he opened the door with one hand. I was still like a sack with my butt exposed. He climbed the stairs, and we reached our room. Despite the cabin being shared, we've never been caught during our wild escapades over the years.
At home, I can't scream because of the kids, but here, we're savages. He threw me on the bed, and my entire crotch was open for him. His erection was visible through his linen pants, and my mouth watered.
"Are you savoring me?"
"You're provoking me."
Miguel undressed, his splendid body still looking delicious despite his forty-something years. He knelt before me, spread my legs wider, and his tongue began to caress my most sensitive spot. He lifted my butt to have better access to kiss my anus, his tongue moving from that small orifice to my moist entrance.
His hands removed my dress. Now I was, like him, as God brought us into the world. He squeezed my breasts while licking, his tongue generating spasms of pleasure, his finger stimulating my anus. When he fully inserted it, his tongue continued to tease my clitoris. I couldn't help it; I reached my release, not holding back, knowing my screams drive him wild.
He turned me over, put me on all fours, and penetrated me mercilessly with his rock-hard member. My moans increased. He grabbed my waist to thrust deeper, his circular and piercing movements taking me back to that place where you dive headfirst without caring. My skin tingled when he lifted me, pressing my back to his chest, his mouth on my neck.
"You squeeze me so good, Little One."
His hands squeezed my breasts. I felt his hands everywhere on my body. While his mouth caressed my ear and neck, one hand plunged into my wet center, and the other pinched my nipple. At that moment, a loud moan escaped me, and the convulsions made my husband scream afterward. Our bodies were drenched in sweat.
"You didn't turn on the air," I commented, smiling.
"Am I redeemed?"
"We still have the shower, and I want a bottle." Miguel's face lit up like a child with a new toy, making me laugh.
"We have four hours until I need to pick up the kids."
"I love you, Beast." I settled into bed, and Miguel grabbed the air conditioner remote and turned it on.
"I love you much more, my Little One."
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Alfredo
I look around my apartment, I haven't moved from the same spot since I arrived. "I have something on my chest and I have no fucking idea what it is." I remained on the couch, the one where so many times... When did I put up this barrier with her? My mind drifted to the day everything changed, without a doubt, I am still the biggest asshole...
I had noticed Patricia was a bit nervous, but I didn't want to pressure her. Things were going well; we had been living in my apartment for two years. For a year, she cleverly started staying over more and more until all her clothes were next to mine. If I count that year, it’s been three... At that time, I didn't care, as long as she slept next to me, she could do whatever she wanted. The truth is, I really liked having her in my arms.
In the morning, I heard her get up quietly and she didn't go to the bathroom in our bedroom; she went to the one in the living room. I got up stealthily, walked out carefully, and saw the bathroom door slightly open. I saw the pregnancy tests and was filled with rage.
"I hope you're not pregnant." I startled her. I entered the bathroom and didn't take my eyes off the damn tests, aware of her insistent gaze. I counted the minutes in my head; the result was negative. "If you're late, it must be something else. Thank the man upstairs that you're not pregnant."
"And what if it had been positive?"
"I knew living with me would give you false hopes. Look, Patricia, I love you, I've told you, but I don't want marriage, kids, or any of that... crap. Can I trust you?" I raised an eyebrow. "Can I trust that you'll keep taking care of yourself, or do I have to wrap my dick to be sure?" The slap at five in the morning was the beginning of it all. I hate being hit so much, I detest it.
From then on, nothing was the same. She apologized, even ended up blaming herself, because I didn't give in despite her many apologies. Meanwhile, I... it was time, and I hadn't even apologized for making her feel like an opportunist, a promiscuous woman.
Throwing the condom issue in her face was an insult from any angle. That was really low. Feeling so secure, if there was one thing I could brag about, it was that I was the only one who had been with her perfect body. Now...
I kicked the table. Thousands of images of her in the apartment, fixing things, taking care of my stuff, my clothes, my food. She worked all day and always had hot food ready. She was my woman...
I looked at the travel bag, still by the couch on the floor. I took out what I had bought her in Turkey. The day after the operation, and after Freddy dragged me out for my barbaric act, I went for a walk, ended up in a mall, a jewelry store, and bought her a bracelet for the first time; it had several charms, the kind that make noise, the ones Patricia likes.
I had no idea why I did it. I asked for paper and a pen, wrote her something, and put the date... I'm such a fool! Doing things I should have done before, now she's married. She got married! That's the news Arinka greeted us with when she picked us up at the airport.
Tomorrow I have to report to the base. I didn't want to go and have everyone look at me and say "we told you so" with their eyes. So many times during operations, after we finished, those who participated would go buy things for their wives and kids. Countless times, Arnold told me that what you don't water, someone else will.
A strong headache hit me. I got up for some painkillers, took two, and went to my office. I sat at the desk. When I opened the drawer, I saw the letter she had left me. I emptied the drawer next to it, only put her letter in, and placed the first gift in so many years.
"Yes, I was a miserable bastard." I looked through my phone; I didn't have many photos of her. "I didn't even do that right!"
I printed one of her profile, looking out at the sea of Santorini. I got up and went to the room where she kept her things. When I opened the closet, I saw two albums. I didn't know about these. I also saw picture frames; it seemed she collected them, there were many. I took one and put the printed photo in it.
I returned to the office with the two albums in hand, placed her photo in my important corner, and put her keychain in one corner of it. I went back to the living room. I hadn't gone back to the bedroom since I slept with Nadia. I hadn't slept there since. That afternoon, I also took out my clothes and put them in the guest room; I've been sleeping there ever since.
I opened the first album, and it was filled with our photos. "That was a slap in the face." I closed it. I can't handle this raw. The pills were kicking in. I headed to the room I was occupying. I needed to sleep; I had to be at the base tomorrow.