I think about Eric. And his eyes. And how he must be looking at me just then, and I imagine how hard and excited he must be.
“Diana, use the inflatable double harness,” I hear him say.
She rustles around in the bag and pulls out a harness I’ve never seen before. It’s a leather thing with clasps, a ball, and two dildos. One goes outside the harness and the other inside the harness.
“Put this on me,” she says. My nipples are hard as rocks as she hands me the harness. I don’t know what to do with one of these.
“Slide the inside dildo into me and then tie the harness to my waist so I can fuck you,” she explains.
She gets on her knees, parts her legs, and slaps my ass. “Do it.”
When I put my hands between her legs, I feel her heat. Usually I don’t touch the women I’m with. I prefer they touch me. And despite how much I want to do that now, I stick to what she’s asked of me.
I part her labia, which are soft and wet, and slowly introduce the dildo. I like this feeling of control.
Would I like to be a master?
Once the harness has conformed to her body, I tighten the belts.
“Lie down and open your legs. Once I’m inside you, put your legs around my waist and go with me, OK?”
I nod and lie down. On her knees and with the harness on, Diana watches me, and, when I open my legs, she falls right on me. She very slowly penetrates me with the other dildo.
“Put your legs around me.”
I obey. She squeezes the ball that hangs off the harness with her hands.
“I’m inflating the dildo inside you. I’m going to stretch you.”
Second by second, my vagina gets fuller and fuller. I’ve never had anything so thick inside me, and, at one point, I think I’m going to explode. She stops. “Give me your hands,” she says.
I do as she says, and she raises them above my head and squeezes me hard against the bed, moving her hips as we both breathe harder and harder.
“Do you like it?”
“Yes.”
She presses against me again, and we both cry out. It is a profound sensation. I am totally full, and I notice how my vagina tries to mold itself to the dildo. Over and over, it goes in and out of me.
“Go deeper, Diana,” I hear Eric say. “Jude likes it that way.”
She places my legs on her shoulders and does as Eric has suggested. I’m now screaming from joy.
Oh yes . . . I like it.
Absolutely out of my mind, I make Diana lean over so I can take her breasts in my mouth, and, as I bite her nipple and see that she loves it, she continues to pound into me without pity. I scratch her back and moan with her nipples in my mouth.
“Yes . . . yes . . . Don’t stop . . . Don’t stop.”
She doesn’t stop.
She obeys me. She gives me what I’ve asked for.
I’m very hot . . .
I’m burning up . . . sizzling.
When the ardor overtakes us both, Diana falls on me, and I scream when I feel her climax.
Exhausted, sweaty, but satisfied, I look at the mirrors on the ceiling and see Eric and Björn. “Look at me,” Diana demands.
I do. She takes me by the shoulders and makes me scream again. I bite her nipple in response. That makes her react, and, as if possessed, she pushes her pelvis against mine, and we both moan again.
A few minutes later, my breathing returns to normal. I don’t move. I don’t know yet if Diana has had enough of me. She commands and I obey. That’s the game and I like it. I like it a lot.
When she pulls out from inside me, it feels like I’m deflating.
“I’d continue making you mine for the rest of the night, but I don’t want to be selfish. Now it’s their turn,” she says, and turns to my husband. “Eric, I’m done for the moment.” I like that “for the moment”!
I want to do it with Diana again. She knows how to make me feel very sexual.
“Jude, come over to the Jacuzzi,” says Eric. My legs shake when I get up. My juices run down my thighs, but I make it over there anyway.
As soon as I get into the Jacuzzi, I remember Eric saying I should sit between the two of them when I came back. I do so, and sigh when I feel the water on my flesh.
How wonderful! Eric searches for my hand under the water. I squeeze his hand, aware of what he’s asking me with this gesture.
For a few minutes, no one says anything; no one moves. I close my eyes and enjoy the moment. I know they’re waiting for me to recharge.
I hear a sound, open my eyes, and see Diana in the shower.
“Jerk us off,” says Eric.
He takes my hand to his cock. It’s stiff and erect. I caress it, and, without pause, take Björn’s with my other hand. They’re both rock hard. They’re ready for me. And, though I would make different use of their equipment right now, I have to obey. I jerk them off.
My movements are rhythmic. Both my hands go up and down at the same time until their movements throw me off. I look in the mirror in front of me and see they both have their eyes closed and are enjoying themselves.
In a bit, my shoulders hurt. This is tiring, but I don’t stop. I don’t want to disappoint them.
“Diana, condoms please,” says Eric in a husky voice.
She grabs a pair out of the bag and gives them to Björn. We look at each other, I let go of his dick, and he stands up. It’s huge, and my mouth waters. Björn is so sexy.
“Diana, change the CD. Put on the blue one.”
She does as he says, and then we hear the first notes of Michael Bublé’s “Cry Me a River” and we both grin.
“This little song always reminds me of you.”
Eric moves. His dick jumps out of the water, and I forget all about Björn. My husband’s the max.
I want him.
I want him inside me now, urgently.
He pulls himself over to the side of the Jacuzzi where he can recline.
“C’mon, sweetheart, get on top of me.”
I go over to him and kiss him. Our tongues tangle. We play; we touch each other. He grabs me and, slowly, introduces himself into me. I gasp.
“You make me insane, sweetheart.”
He puts his arms around me. “Your surrender excites me more every day.”
“I know.”
I move my hips to find my pleasure.
“I like what we do, and I like that you order me around.”
He looks me in the eye and nods and thrusts hard into me.
“I know you’re having a good time. I could tell from your cries.”
“Yes, a very good time.”
“Now you’ll have an even better time,” he says, and then over my shoulder to Björn, he adds, “We’re waiting for you.”
I feel the water moving, and then our friend is behind me.
“I love your little ass, beautiful.”
I think I know what’s going to happen.
“Right now it’s all for you, my friend,” Eric says to him. “Let’s delight in my wife and drive her crazy.”
Björn kisses my neck and takes my bruised nipples in his hands from behind.
“I’m dying to do it.”
Four hands are touching me underwater as Michael Bublé sings.
Eric parts my cheeks, and Björn guides his cock to my ass. I don’t need a lubricant, and, in a matter of seconds, I’m being fucked by two men in the Jacuzzi while Diana watches and drinks from her cup of wine.
“Like that, my love. Like that . . . Tell me you like it.”
“I like it . . . yes.”
“How much do you like it?” Björn asks from behind me.
“A lot . . . a lot,” I respond.
“I want you to have a good time with us, my love.”
“I do . . . I do,” I murmur.
They make me theirs without pause.
I go crazy with my two favorite men. I love Eric madly, and my life would make no sense without him now. And I love Björn like a friend and a
playmate. Our threesome is always hot and kinky. The three of us have acclimated to each other, and we always have such a good time.
Suddenly, Eric sits up a little bit. “Double,” he tells Björn.
“You sure?” he asks.
“Yes.”
I don’t know what they’re talking about, but I feel when Björn pulls out of me, gets up, pulls off the condom, and puts on another one. He comes back into the Jacuzzi and finds where Eric’s cock is penetrating me with one of his fingers.
“Mmm . . . I love how tight this is.”
That makes me a little tense. Are they talking about a double vaginal penetration? I look down at Eric. He’s calm, sure about everything. But I’m afraid of the pain. He can see it in my face.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. Diana stretched you out.” He kisses me. “I would never let you suffer.”
I savor his comforting kiss as I feel Björn’s fingers next to Eric’s cock inside me. After one finger, there’s two, and then my husband stops his movements.
Björn brings the tip of his cock to my vagina; pulls out his fingers; and after a couple of thrusts, his very hard member is totally up against that of my love.
“Just like that, sweetheart . . . Just like that . . . Enjoy it.”
“Oh my God, Judith, this is marvelous,” says Björn as he presses against me.
I pant and pant and pant. My vagina is completely stretched out now. Two penises together, almost fused, come in and out of me, and all I can do is moan and open up for them.
Oh yes. I’m doing this. I’m being doubly penetrated.
“Is everything all right, my love?” Eric asks, super aroused, as he holds me by the waist.
All I can do is nod and enjoy.
Excited, Björn is moving behind me. His hands part my cheeks. He squeezes them. “Tell me what you’re feeling.”
But I can’t speak. I can only pant.
“Tell us what you feel, or we’ll stop,” says Eric.
“No . . . Please don’t stop . . . Don’t stop . . . I like it,” I babble.
I’m so hot.
The heat rises all through my body. I feel like I’m burning up, and when the heat reaches my head, I scream and let myself fall on Eric while they continue penetrating me in search of their own pleasure. Oh my God, what a sensation. I push the button on the Jacuzzi, and the waters swirl up. I’m here, between my two titans. They touch me; they nibble at me; they make demands on me; they penetrate me.
Their hard cocks, one against the other, come in and out of me while pleasure envelops me, and I scream, squeezing them both.
We get home at around five in the morning, and I’m exhausted. It’s cool when the taxi drops us off at the front gate. It’s already chilly in September in Germany.
Eric takes my hand, and we walk quietly toward the house. Susto and Calamar come to welcome us. Eric and I kiss and cuddle them, and they run around us until they tire of it and disappear.
I like my life. I still can’t believe everything I did tonight, but what I’m sure of is that I want to do it again.
It turns out I’m quite the little sex machine. Who would’ve thunk?
“I love you, and I adore everything we do together,” I say, pulling on Eric’s arm when we get to the door.
“Now and always, my love,” he whispers with his mouth close to my mouth. We kiss.
We love each other . . .
We adore each other . . .
As our kiss comes to an end, we open the door and see there’s a light on in the kitchen. We’re surprised and head that way to find Graciela and Dexter making out.
“Ahem . . . Ahem.”
The two turtledoves look up.
“What are you two still doing up at this hour?” I ask.
Graciela’s sitting on Dexter’s lap.
“We were thirsty and decided to come get something to drink.”
There’s a bottle with a pink label on the table.
“Good choice!” exclaims Eric.
“Absolutely, dude. This pink Moët and Chandon is fabulous,” says Dexter.
“To die for,” I add.
We laugh and sit down to have a glass with them, and at one point while Eric and Dexter are talking, Graciela leans my way.
“I liked this guy before, but now I’m absolutely crazy about him.”
“So, everything’s good between you?”
“Better than good—colossally great!”
Sometimes, love can be great, the greatest.
Fifteen minutes later, my love and I excuse ourselves to go up to our room. We’re beyond exhausted, and when we undress and get in bed, Eric caresses my head the way he knows I like.
“Sweet dreams, sweetheart.”
I snuggle into his arms, and, feeling happy and lucky, I fall fast asleep.
13
Two days later, I find myself feeling out of sorts.
My belly hurts, and I assume I’m getting my period.
When I get to the bathroom, I realize I already have it. I take something to ease the pain. Between that and my music, I can try and relax. I grab my iPod, put on my headphones, and let Pablo Alborán’s voice relax me to sleep.
Soft, sweet kisses awaken me, and I take off my headphones.
“Hi, sweetheart, how are you?”
“Not great.”
He looks alarmed.
“I got my period.”
“There’s a very good German remedy so it won’t hurt so much.”
“What’s that?” I ask, hopeful.
I’ll do anything so I won’t be in such misery.
“Get pregnant, and you don’t have to worry about it for almost a year.”
I’m not amused.
“You don’t think it’s a good solution?”
“No.”
“A little dark-eyed girl . . . with your little nose . . . your little mouth . . .”
“You see her quite clearly,” I grumble.
Eric kisses me.
“She’d be beautiful. I know it.”
“Then you have her . . . smart-ass.”
“If I could, I would.”
I scratch my neck.
“Look what you’re doing to my neck. Will you please stop?”
He laughs. Goddamn it. I hit him on the head with one of the pillows.
If he keeps laughing, I’m going to strangle him. In fact, he laughs even harder.
“Could you please be so kind as to leave me alone until these cramps go away?”
“Don’t get mad, my love.”
But I know my ability to tolerate this kind of stuff at times like this is pretty much zero.
“Then please leave and shut your trap.”
He gives me a kiss on the head and leaves. I close my eyes, put my headphones back on, and try to relax again, this time with Alejandro Sanz’s raspy voice.
That Friday, Juan Alberto, Dexter’s cousin, shows up in Munich.
I’m surprised to see him. Nobody had said anything about his coming.
“How did you leave my sister?”
He grins. “As beautiful as ever.”
But that isn’t enough for me.
“I mean, how does she feel about you leaving?”
“She’s fine, just fine. I promised to go by Jerez on my way back to Mexico. And she gave me this to give to you.”
He hands me a sealed envelope. I fold it and put it in my jeans pocket. Ten minutes later, I can’t wait any longer to see what my sister has to say. I sneak away to my room, sit on my bed, and open the letter.
Hello, Cuchufleta:
Everything’s great here. Papá is fabulous, Luz is happy with her school, and Lucía is growing and getting fat. I’m writing to tell you I’m fine even though Juan Alberto’s departure crushed me. You warned me. But I wanted to be a more modern woman, and, in spite of how sad I feel, I’m happy for having made this effort.
Just for the record: I didn’t sleep with him! I’m not quite that modern, even though it was more than just s
weet and tender kisses between us. He’s a marvelous man, warm and charming. What’s certain is I’ve finally gotten the sour aftertaste of Jesús out of my mouth. Anyway, when you see Juan Alberto, be nice to him because he deserves it, OK?
I love you, Cuchu, and I promise I’ll call one of these days.
Raquel
I get all weepy.
My poor sister, heartbroken and afraid I’m going to take it out on Juan Alberto. Damn it, I can be so stupid sometimes. I immediately dial the house in Jerez. I want to talk with her. One ring . . .
Two rings . . . I finally hear her voice after the third ring.
“Are you OK, Raquel?”
I hear one of her teary sighs.
“Yes, I’m fine in spite of everything.”
“I told you, Raquel. I told you he was going back to Mexico.”
“I know, Cuchu, I know . . .”
After a somewhat meaningful silence, she surprises me. “You know what? I’d do it again. It’s been totally worth it to spend time with him. Juan Alberto is completely different from Jesús, and, even though I’m crying my heart out now, I realized he helped raise my self-esteem, and I see myself in a better light now. Is he OK?”
“Yes, I just saw him. He’s downstairs with Eric and Dexter and—”
“Well, give him a kiss for me, will you?”
“Of course.”
We talk for a few more minutes until Lucía starts to cry. When I go back downstairs, I see Graciela reading a magazine, and the men have disappeared. “They’re in the office,” she tells me.
I head to the kitchen. I’m thirsty.
Talking to my sister makes me sad, but knowing Juan Alberto has raised her self-esteem makes me feel better. Every cloud has a silver lining.
I open the fridge, grab a Coke, and lean on the counter to drink it when I hear Simona whispering in the mudroom off the kitchen.
“Why does she have to come here?”
Norbert responds. “Laila is coming to Germany because of work.”
“Doesn’t she realize she makes us uncomfortable?”
“Simona, listen,” Norbert says. “What happened is in the past. She’s my niece.”
“Your niece, precisely. A stupid girl who—”
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