Eva

Part l: Falling in love with Eva.

The first time my eyes had the pleasure of seeing Eva was on the cover of a magazine. I had found it while waiting for my turn to see my psychologist, Maria Virtanen. I lowered my gaze for a minute and there she was:

Eva Virtanen.

Majestic heiress of the San Joaquín stable, she posed in an upright and dynamic way--flexing one leg and raising her arm with elegance--for the equine lifestyle magazine Caballos y Pasión. She wore a short, sleeveless dress with rustic-floral prints, brown leather camperas boots with embroidery, and appeared next to an intriguing black steed whose reins she held in a stable.

But the best part of the cover was Eva, totally Eva. A young woman of refined bearing and innate elegance, whose clear, smooth skin evokes an almost ethereal purity. Her frame is surrounded by a mane of sandy-blonde curls that fall loosely to her shoulders, inviting touch with their soft texture. In the center stand some captivating and bewitching hazel eyes that look like a labyrinth in which anyone could get lost, accompanied by heart-shaped lips of balanced size and delicate expressiveness that finish sealing her magnetism.

I remained lost in her lips, drawn with the precision of a sigh and the shape of a perfect heart, possessing a silent spell, a promise of sweetness and contained passion.

"Albert? The doctor is ready to see you." Too self-absorbed, the nurse has to insist to make me realize that Eva had hypnotized me overwhelmingly just by seeing her through a photo. I wonder, what would happen if I saw her in real life?

Upon entering, I notice that Maria Virtanen is an average blonde version of Eva. It doesn't captivate or hypnotize me; it seems the brightness her daughter possesses was stolen from Maria at birth, if she ever had any. I sit down and explain the reason for my visit to Maria.

"I am going through a divorce. My ex-wife says I'm a workaholic and that I no longer care about seeing her, so here I am." I sigh and look at her. Maria watches me, attentive for me to continue. "I don't want to reconcile with Ruby; I admit we no longer love each other, and that's fine. But I want to learn to separate myself from my work addiction, that's..."

Maria nods and tells me:

"I need us to start from the root. Tell me, on a scale of 1 to 10, how would you rate your relationship with your childhood and your parents' upbringing?"

I look at her and shrug.

"Average."

The appointment continues, and the doctor and I agree to invent new hobbies to distract myself, expand my circle of acquaintances, and perhaps find excuses to convince myself to leave work at my exact quitting time.

Putting overtime aside when it's not necessary.

My position is intense; I'm a Senior Software Programming Engineer at a tech company. However, due to the season and the fact that we've had a stable pace for a while, staying past hours isn't all that necessary. Thus, I decide to look up information on Eva Virtanen and discover that she is married.

How strange.

She looks at least ten years younger than me, and I'm 32 years old. How is it possible that she is so young and already married? Ruby and I got married at 27 years old, and even then, we felt like kids leaving home before our time. Money was never a problem; maturity was. Pride was too. Ruby never wanted to admit when she was wrong, and I punished her with my absence for driving me out of my mind.

We were toxic longer than we should have tolerated.

At least she didn't get pregnant by me.

I look a bit more through Eva's Instagram and don't find any photos of her husband, only her post when she got engaged and another of her alone in her wedding dress, with Maria Virtanen hugging her. A pity; I would have loved to be Eva's husband.

I don't know if we would have been compatible, but I'm sure I would do whatever it takes to appreciate the fine specimen that Eva Virtanen is. Without being able to help it, I start following her.

I forget about that fact.

My life passes between legal meetings for property division with Ruby; we both had two Husky dogs and one Cane Corso dog. Two houses, one at the beach and another in the city. And two Mercedes cars, all thanks to my salary, which she never appreciated for not kissing the ground she walked on 24 hours a day.

Now we are in the debate of what to do.

While I focus on starting a new hobby of reading books, I keep the Cane Corso dog and find a new house to live in, I run into Maria Virtanen at a supermarket far from the city.

She invites me to eat at her house, and I gladly accept.

She is a nice woman.

But what I didn't expect was to meet the object of my wet dreams and masturbations of the last two months: Eva Virtanen. Maria shows me the San Joaquín stable on the outskirts of the city, and by chance, Eva is riding a horse. Seeing her for the first time under the sunlight is a marvel.

Eva is sitting on the black steed from the magazine cover of the first time I discovered her existence. Suddenly, Maria calls her, and Eva rides toward us: she wears a light green and white striped short-sleeve dress with a pink bow in the center of her chest and multiple gold bracelets on both wrists. The dress has a V-shaped cleavage that reveals her breasts, delicious rounded orbs with milky skin that support themselves. I notice she isn't wearing a bra and her legs are bare, exposed right down to her brown cowboy boots.

"Eva, this is Albert. One of my patients from the clinic. Albert, this is Eva, my youngest daughter," Maria introduces us.

Eva gets off the horse, and I hold her hand to help her. I am about 20 centimeters taller than her when she stands on the ground, and I can see her breasts better from my height. She looks up at me, and her beautiful doe-like hazel eyes completely kidnap me.

I am unable to look away.

Eva smiles at me shyly, and her heart-shaped lips invite me to kiss her. I limit myself to returning the smile, and Maria guides us to dinner. We end up drinking alcohol, and I follow Eva with my eyes with everything she does. How she bites her lower lip when she is nervous, how she smiles, and how her freckle-filled cheeks turn completely red when she blushes over something.

I am charmed.

Eva looks at me and says:

"What do you do, Albert?"

I smile at her and say:

"I'm a senior at a tech company. We deal a lot with cybersecurity and app creation, a bit of everything. And you?"

"Wow! How many years have you been there? I just ride horses and study marine biology. But I think I'd like to go into veterinary medicine later." I nod toward Eva, and we remain hypnotized looking at each other again.

"I've been with the company for eight years now. How old are you?" I take a sip of beer and wait for her response.

She smiles with flushed cheeks.

"I'm 21 years old. I'll be turning 22 soon, in two months," she answers quietly.

It isn't until two men arrive and interrupt us that we stop staring directly into each other's eyes.

"Albert, this is Rufus, Eva's husband. They've already been married for two years of sacred matrimony under the blessing of our church," Maria indicates. I turn to Rufus to greet him and am extremely surprised.

He is not a young man, like Eva.

He is an older man.

I don't know his age, but expression lines are already marking him; he has gray hair, a beer belly, and a more or less lean body that nevertheless reveals long years of life on the planet. The man has almond-shaped brown eyes, a rather flat nose, prominent lips, and dark skin. Why would Eva, being extremely beautiful, date an old man? It is beyond my comprehension.

"Hello, nice to meet you." I offer him my hand.

Rufus smiles at me, but the smile doesn't reach his eyes, and he offers me his hand. He says nothing, but takes Eva away with him.

Maria, now that we are alone, explains to me:

"Rufus already wants Eva to get pregnant.

Every night they dedicate themselves to it..."

Unable to continue talking about Eva having sex with another man, I redirect the topic.

"How did Rufus and Eva meet?" I ask her.

Maria takes a sip of whiskey and sighs.

"I learned to accept Eva's decisions, even if I don't necessarily agree." Maria looks into the void and continues. "When she was eighteen, Eva got pregnant by her high school boyfriend. Due to the twists of life, she lost the baby. It wasn't an easy pregnancy and neither was an easy loss, and Eva fell into depression."

I frown and wonder where the story is going. Eva looks so young and has been through so much; it surprises me because she looks very well cared for, loved, and pampered at first glance.

"She broke up with her first boyfriend, and one of her friends--a very religious one--recommended she join her church. The praised followers of God. Yes, it sounds like a cult, and to me it is a bit. They don't forbid women so much; you see my daughter doesn't cover herself up too much when dressing. But they have weird things..." Maria sighs. It's clear she doesn't agree with Eva being in that cult. "One of the faith professors, or for us, a priest, was Rufus. Marriage isn't forbidden there, so well... Eva got deeply involved in the cult, and it seems Rufus and Eva fell in love between confession and confession..."

Maria sighs again.

"The story doesn't convince me. I don't like a man so old for her, but she seems stable, happy, and laughs all the time. Besides, she lets herself stay with me whenever she wants. So for now we're fine..." Maria gets up and excuses herself to leave, affected by the topic. She tells me where to find a blanket if I get cold and leaves me on the couch where I'm supposed to sleep.

But I have other plans.

I walk down the hallway toward the bedrooms and hear the sound of a headboard hitting a wall.

Bingo.

I follow the sound until I begin to hear the consistent groans of two people who have been copulating for a while. Slowly, I open the door a crack, just enough to understand how the room is laid out.

I want to see Eva naked.

To watch her copulate.

To hear her groan.

And she's married; this is my only chance.

My eyes adjust to the darkness and I notice the scene before me: Eva is supporting herself on her knees, holding onto the headboard of the bed with her hands, and there is a pillow under her hips. Rufus holds her hips and crashes against her ass intensely, with disproportionate force.

I hear Rufus growling at her, increasing the cadence of his thrusts. Eva's ass, with round and very well-proportioned buttocks, shakes with her responsive movements and the waves of his thrusting blows.

It is an entire erotic presentation.

Rufus's chest, full of hair and gray, his belly with a dark navel, contrasts against Eva's incredibly fair skin; her hips and ass already have red and pink marks from the intensity of the copulation; they both sweat, but Rufus's sweat falls continuously onto Eva's back.

She glows in the dark with the sweat of both, and the moonlight through the window highlights the moisture wrapping her skin. She groans like crazy, and Rufus slaps her ass and growls with no sequence left in his movements.

They both fall into madness.

Rufus lies down on top of her, searches for her breasts with his hands, and pushes harder while growling in her ear.

"TAKE MY SEMEN! WOMAN, GET PREGNANT! YOU ARE MINE," Rufus shouts, startling me from my hiding spot in the darkness near the door. I look around in case anyone is listening, but the house looks empty and I look back at them.

"SAY IT."

Rufus forces his hips against Eva's buttocks and she groans. He bites her shoulder and she responds:

"I'M YOURS." Eva groans and cums. Rufus follows her. I notice how a large puddle of sweat forms beneath them and I withdraw with an erection between my legs.

It has been better than I expected.

Watching Eva naked and fucking is a blessing.

The next day, I notice from the couch where I sleep when the sound of the door wakes me up that Rufus leaves. Maria leaves after him, and I take advantage of the fact that we are alone to look for Eva before I have to leave.

She is in her room, naked and with her legs completely open. On her swollen, pink lips, a bit of semen is noticeable coming out of them. And her breasts--two medium mounds of snow that support themselves with nipples that look like cherries--steal my attention.

I sit next to her and touch them. They are soft, round, like two small cherry-shaped buttons; I lean in and suck on one, making her groan. Eva opens her eyes and looks at me, frightened.

"What are you doing, Albert? You can't do this," Eva complains, but doesn't move. I suck on her other nipple and she groans. I take both breasts and push them together to suck what I can of both at the same time; she raises her hips and groans again.

We look into each other's eyes.

"Why did you marry him?" I ask her.

"He is the love of my life," Eva sighs.

"You were depressed and he was in a position of power over you. Doesn't that sound suspicious to you?" I ask her.

"No." She sits up against the headboard and I get very close to her. I press my face against hers, my forehead against hers, and close my eyes.

When I open them, she looks at me with a frown. I lower my mouth and search for her lips; she opens hers willingly, and we both groan as we kiss. I suck her lips thoroughly, push my tongue between her beautiful natural pink lips, and start a battle of tongues with her.

We suck and kiss each other until Eva squirms; while we kiss, I lower my hand to her center and masturbate her.

I slip a finger inside her while making circles on her pleasure button with the other. Her apple of nerves, her clitoris; that's where I focus while kissing her neck. Eva just closes her eyes and groans. I push two more fingers inside her and pump her with them while Eva swings her hips against me; we kiss each other again, and Eva cums.

Then I kiss her one last time and say goodbye.

"Don't leave yet, wait for mom to return," Eva asks me while still naked, sitting on her bed. I get up and wash my hands, especially because in Eva's core there was still Rufus's semen when I pumped her with my fingers.

"It's late; I don't want you to have problems with Rufus."

I kiss her one last time and leave.

A month later, my divorce from Ruby is official. We agree that we will sell both properties, the cars, and keep half of everything; that way I don't have to give her income afterwards, just half of the sale of everything.

In my case, she dedicated more time to decorating and furnishing the places than I did, so I don't feel emotionally impacted by not keeping the places. Ruby, a tall redhead whom I once wanted to be the mother of my children, looks at me with hatred and leaves.

I roll my eyes and leave, happy to finally have finished with this. Now our lawyers will just take care of it and that's it; I dedicate myself to looking for funny videos on the internet to avoid feeling so lonely in the new apartment I'm paying for, when someone knocks on my door.

I head to it and, to my surprise, it's Maria and Rufus. I greet them and invite them in.

"There is a mass at my church this Saturday for anyone who wishes to join. I thought about inviting you, since you were recently included in Eva's family core..." Rufus starts.

Maria rolls her eyes.

"Forget it. I tried to explain to Rufus that inviting you would be overstepping since you're my patient, but he doesn't seem to understand..." Maria interrupts him, but I only see it as another way to see Eva.

The Saturday after mass, I walk completely disoriented to the house of Rufus and Eva; it is a single floor, completely similar to all the houses behind the church except this one extends further back. I enter and call out, but no one answers. It's then that I notice a dress on the floor and close my eyes, remembering.

Upon entering the church, I saw a young woman with a serene and captivating gaze, with hazel eyes and a subtle touch of freckles on the fair skin of her face. Her hair, in a sandy-blonde tone, falling in defined and enticing curls down to her shoulders, framing delicate features with fleshy heart-shaped lips.

Wearing a corset-style dress in a soft pastel pink tone, with thin straps, a small bow on the neckline, and a flowing skirt. Totally shocked by her appearance, it takes me a second to understand that it is Eva before she looks at me and greets me; I return the gesture, but we sit far apart, she in the front with the wives of the church elders and I in the back, like someone who adores her and follows her even to a cult.

Maria did not attend.

Returning to the present, I notice that the same dress is now on the floor and I realize what might be happening; I walk, looking for characteristic sounds, and I find them in a small laundry-like room with washers and dryers.

Totally naked and wearing only stockings, Eva is sitting on a small moving washing machine; a sign that she is washing something. Rufus stretches out over her, and by the movement of his hips, I notice they are fornificating. Eva opens her legs completely to the sides; her feet hit the mini-washer and rest on it. Rufus leans over a bit so he can thrust into her at the height she's sitting on, while pinching her breasts with his fingers and resting his forehead against hers.

Both have their eyes closed.

The trembling movement of the washing machine makes them both groan and move their hips against each other, out of control. The groans increase the eroticism of the scene: Rufus's shapeless body, completely full of gray hair and wrinkles; Eva's taut and toned body, with breasts that support themselves and nipples that look like small cherries.

I feel an erection forming and I back away, scared of being noticed. I go outside the house and wait for them both to realize I'm there; I notice there is a doorbell and I ring it twice, pretending I never went inside.

About ten minutes later, a formally dressed Rufus opens the door and invites me in.

"I have good news! Eva is pregnant! Our prayers bore fruit," Rufus says, euphoric.

I feel like a stone drops into my stomach; it hits me like a kick in the guts.

He knocked her up already? Of course, since that's what he's been trying to do this whole time.

Eva will be a mother at 22 years old.

She's not that young, but she is to a decrepit old creep. It kills me not to have met her before him. I know I don't know her that well, how good of a woman she is; but I know I would treat her better than him.

Later, Rufus decides to go take a bath, and Eva and I are left alone. She is wearing a pink robe.

"Are you naked underneath?" I ask.

Eva looks at me, blushing, and bites her lower lip while nodding.

I urge her to sit on the living room sofa and kneel in front of her, spreading her legs. There I notice it: her center, her Eva apple, her clitoris; her pink lips already glowing with moisture.

I lean in and suck her; Eva groans. She covers her face with her hands, and I slip my tongue between her lips--only this time the lower ones. I suck, lick, and feast on Rufus's pregnant woman.

Maybe it's the last time.

I delight in her lips, suck each one, and then lick her clitoris; I twist my tongue inside her and suck her hard clitoris, making her cum. She covers her screams with her hand.

I withdraw before Rufus comes out of the shower.

The next time I see Eva, she is already five months pregnant, and her belly is quite noticeable, but in a tender and maternal way; she is no less than breathtakingly beautiful. We both chat about our lives, and it saddens me to know that Rufus made her drop out of college.

Maria urges me to visit them both, and when Maria, Eva, and Rufus go to sleep at Maria's house, I say goodbye to her pretending to go to the couch; but instead, I follow them. They both go to the indoor pool at Maria's house and copulate sitting down under the moonlight. It is a marvelous image: sitting at the edge of the pool, Rufus sits down with Eva on his lap facing away from him, and he sucks her neck while kneading her breasts, and Eva uses the floor to push herself up and down on Rufus's penis.

I notice how Rufus doesn't interfere in the movement; surely he doesn't want to hurt her by thrusting harder, which I know he usually does. Eva sighs with her eyes closed and increases the force of her drops onto Rufus. Rufus now turns his face and they both kiss while copulating.

I touch my penis--the erection caused by watching Eva copulate--and go to the nearest bathroom to satisfy myself.

Eva and Rufus's daughter is born a few months later; they name her Magdalena, and she is a perfect combination of Eva and Rufus: light brown curly hair, button nose, freckles, prominent lips, olive skin, and brown eyes like Rufus.

I try to forget about Eva; her beautiful lips, captivating eyes, and bright smile. But it's impossible for me; Maria tells me when Eva and Rufus fight, when they break up temporarily, and when Rufus becomes too possessive over his young and beautiful wife.

All of that gives me hope.

One day, Maria knocks on my door and brings Eva with her. She is holding one-year-old baby Magdalena.

"Stay with her, please. Take care of her; Rufus is acting like a lunatic and needs someone to protect her from him," Maria asks me.

Eva tells me what happened.

"I discovered he was cheating on me. He had become possessive because he didn't want me doing to him what he did to me. I officially separated, and he won't accept it. He says he'll kill me if he sees me with another man. That I can only belong to him." Eva cries incessantly, and I hug her. Satisfied with Maria's action of bringing her directly to me, I dedicate myself to doing what I always said I would do if I could: adore her.

Day-to-day life becomes exhausting, having to take care of a one-year-old baby and supporting Eva through her divorce; Rufus tries to see her many times, but with lawyers in the middle, it always ends in shouts and threats from him. Eva is determined to leave him; we raise Magdalena together, and while I go to work, Eva cleans, does laundry, and takes care of my apartment.

I pay for everything.

It's a dynamic that easily establishes itself; and deep inside me I think:

Eva is finally mine.

We just need to establish our loving bond. We haven't talked about our relationship; we've only learned to live together. We've had stolen kisses, brushing hands, and intense glances.

Everything is lost when Magdalena cries or needs her diaper changed; needs to be fed. Eva is going through a difficult time and I've already waited quite a while; I can wait longer.

So the months pass, when Rufus loses interest in her and stops harassing her, and Eva eventually moves in to live with Maria under the explanation that I need to rest from all the nights I spent awake helping her take care of Magdalena.

"It breaks my heart that you're leaving..." I take her face and kiss her. She sighs and parts her lips; we exchange saliva and passions in that kiss. I place my forehead against hers, and she looks at me with those captivating eyes she has. I become a prisoner of her gaze, and she pouts at me, which I quickly kiss.

"We've spent a lot of time being parents, because you're Magdalena's dad. That's how I consider you." Eva kisses me again and then speaks. "Thank you for everything, but I believe we must learn to be a couple. We're doing it backwards!"

We both laugh. We exchange a few more intense kisses; Maria honks the car horn, making us pull apart. A thread of saliva passes between our lips and sticks to Eva's chin. Embarrassed, she wipes it away and says goodbye to me.

The following week, we meet at a café. Eva is wearing extremely short pale pink pants that show the bottom of her buttocks. She wears a pink top that reveals her navel, and I admire with appreciation that her body has returned to the same as before giving birth. I could even say her breasts are bigger and rounder than before.

"Hello, love." Eva greets me with a pouty kiss, and I invite her to sit with me. I notice how in the restaurant, all the men are eating her up with their eyes. I grab her hand across the table, marking my territory, and we chat about everything and nothing.

"Do you want to have a night together this weekend?" I propose. I'm a little desperate to feel her completely; we've already masturbated each other on other occasions, but I haven't been able to penetrate her to my liking.

Eva sighs.

"I have to take care of Magdalena; mom is going out of town this weekend. How about we plan it for another occasion, love?" I look at her, her lovely freckles, her faint blush, and I lean in to look for her lips. Eva responds willingly.

We say goodbye with the promise to keep in touch, but my company starts expanding, and I am promoted to regional programming director; manager of extensions and live projects that establish greater merit in our operation. It isn't until a month later that I manage to see Eva and Magdalena.

"Love!" Eva is holding Magdalena and greets me happily. I look for them at Maria's house; the plan is to go to a fair-carnival near the city so Magdalena can experience the festive and playful attraction of it.

Eva wore a floral, extremely short dress with a V-shaped neckline that reaches her navel and reveals the sides of her breasts. The dress falls in tiny layers that accentuate her hips and reinforce the illusion of her waist. It is incredibly sensual.

I hug her and whisper in her ear.

"What's with the outfit? Will today be my lucky day?" She squirms and rolls her eyes at me. We share a quick kiss, and I open the car door for her and Magdalena to get in. I greet the baby, and she makes eyes at me, delighted.

I'm relieved that she remembers me.

During the carnival, Magdalena gets scared of the clowns and cries inconsolably; Eva and us decide to return to my apartment, and Eva goes to my bedroom to try to put Magdalena to sleep.

Eva's phone starts lighting up with notifications, and, intrigued, while I hear her singing and murmuring to put Magdalena to sleep, I quickly check her messages

They are from a guy named Mario.

I read them, intrigued; Mario and she have been talking for two weeks, Mario sends her photos of his penis, and Eva sends him photos--I only get to see them once, so I can't look closely, but I get an idea of what they are. It seems they met at church two weeks ago and have kept up constant sexual chats.

I look at the gallery and my stomach knots: Eva sent him a video. It's the two of them; they are in some kind of river. Eva is holding the cell phone as if she were taking a picture, but it's a video. Her breasts are visible, moving up and down, and her skin shines with moisture. They are inside the river, and a man's face is sucking her neck while grabbing one of her breasts from behind.

Due to the position of the phone, I only see Eva's lips panting, the man sucking her neck while grabbing her left breast, and the movements of her free chest as they keep up their cadence. Completely naked inside a river, and moving in synchrony? I don't have to be a genius to understand what is happening in the video; even though it doesn't focus on their private parts, I know they are fucking.

The movement of the water, the mini-waves around both bodies, and the sounds give them away. I search among the photos for Mario's face and realize he's another older man, around forty years old; with a few gray hairs, a somewhat crooked nose, a beard, and slightly rough skin. Like someone who had acne and never fully cured it.

What did she see in this man that she decided to copulate with him before me?

When was this?

Was this by any chance the only time?

I rage.

I read the last messages, where she asks him to leave her alone, that she wants a life with me, and he insists on seeing each other one last time. The last shared image is of his penis with pre-cum, and he writes that he misses her a lot.

She never answered him and has been ignoring him since yesterday.

I view the video again and let fury and arousal mix inside me. Today she will be mine; I promise myself that.

I took care of her, protected her, helped her, and she was first with a church stranger who only wants her for fucking. I want her forever, and she doesn't appreciate me.

I walk toward the bedroom and notice that Magdalena has already fallen asleep; Eva fell asleep with her. I pick Magdalena up from her arms and place her in the middle of the bed. Eva wakes up and smiles at me affectionately, but I no longer believe her.

I force a smile and lean in to kiss her, with an open mouth, and make her open her beautiful heart lips to forcefully push my tongue inside. She groans. A battle of kisses breaks out between us, and I take the opportunity to strip off the tiny, provocative dress she is wearing.

It doesn't take me long to undress her; it's a whole spectacle. I guide her toward the living room, careful to close my bedroom door so as not to wake Magdalena.

"Do you have a condom, love?" Eva asks me, turning around as we both walk to the sofa. I notice her perfect rounded, symmetrical, and smooth buttocks. I smack her ass and tell her no.

"I'll cum outside," I promise her. But I lie; I don't plan on doing her that favor. I won't be a gentleman anymore if she's not interested in respecting me.

Our erotic dance is sensual and slow; I suck her nipples while she sits on my sofa with her legs extended wide to the sides; she wears only black panties and nothing else. Her breasts shake and her nipples erect, enjoying my kisses. I suck her neck hard, with teeth and strong hickeys until I leave a mark.

She just hugs me and groans.

I take her hands and tie them with a scarf, force her to turn around and hug the arm of the sofa while exposing her round buttocks to me. I take the head of my penis and guide it to feign entering her; while Eva groans tied to the sofa, I dedicate myself to pretending to penetrate her but only with the head of my penis.

I pull it out and push it in, mixing her arousal with my pre-cum. Leaning over her, I lean on the backrest of the piece of furniture with one forearm and with my free hand pull her hair to straighten her up. I take my time sucking her neck while holding her hair tightly to restrain her against me and only move my hips in slow circles, slowly sliding inside her.

"Do you like it like this? Slow? Intense? Or do you want it hard?" I whisper in her ear.

I give her a hard thrust, and she groans. I grab her hips, and thus, kneeling on our sofa, I begin to pump her hard. Sucking her neck and biting her ear, I increase the strength and cadence of my thrusts every couple of minutes to keep her attentive to me.

She just groans and moves her ass against my pumps.

"Tell me! Admit you like it hard! Swear it's only with me!" I stop pumping and smack her ass. Her buttocks, already sore from the blows of my hips, redden with my slaps. "Say it..."

She pants and moves her hips against me in a one-sided dance; she is desperate for me to continue. I whip her a little more with my hand, leaning her against the surface of the sofa, and then I begin to pump hard against her. I grab her hips and push her out of control; she pants, groans, and screams.

"Please! Please!" Eva begs, and I think I understand what she's asking for. I lean entirely against her, letting my weight drop onto my forearms and sniffing her beautiful wavy hair, using my knees to move my hips up and down against her. I penetrate her hard and passionately, using her round, fleshy buttocks as cushions.

I dedicate myself to sucking her ear when a loud groan escapes her, and her core--which envelops me--twists and tightens over my length with force; she is having an orgasm, and the strength of it triggers mine. I let all my semen out inside her, filling her with fury.

"Oh." Later, Eva is kneeling before me, taking my penis in her mouth. She is very good at giving blowjobs; she uses her lips, her hands, and her tongue to twist it around my manhood. When she sucks my second head like a candy and goes down to suck my balls, I cum hard and gracelessly. "Did you miss me? I missed you."

I look at her beneath me, kneeling, with her beautiful breasts and cherry nipples looking at me with those starry doe eyes, and I melt. I want to be honest, for her to be honest with me.

"I saw it..." I confess to her.

She gives me a confused look, and I continue.

"I saw that video of you fucking the church man in the river..." Eva gasps and covers her mouth with her hands.

"Love... I'm so sorry..." Eva starts crying and hugs me, shaking her head. "It was a mistake. Let me confess everything to you; I want it to be you and me against the world..."

I sigh and sit down on the sofa. She follows me and sits astride me, and feeling her wet center so close to my own, an erection quickly forms. Eva is dazzling, a dream body. Why did she have to be such a sex lover? I would have preferred the pretty, prissy Eva I imagined the first time I saw her.

I didn't want her fucking every member of her church.

"Mario is..." Eva holds my face and kisses me slowly. "Mario is my wedding godfather. Rufus and he were friends, and they used to share everything, even wives..."

I open my eyes, surprised.

"What? I need more context..." I ask her.

"Yes..." Eva kisses me again, and I push my tongue in. We both groan. Eva takes my penis and tucks it between her thighs, starting to move suggestively against it. I hold her hips and look at her seriously. "Sorry. I'm very aroused. I used to fuck Rufus daily and no longer having that consistency kills me..."

I sigh.

"I want it to be just you and me. I shouldn't have succumbed to Mario; it's just that I felt very horny..." Eva gives me a quick pouty kiss and continues, blushing from the effort of not being able to fuck. "I was Rufus's fifth wife, and Magdalena is his sixth child. All the ex-wives are part of the church, and it was said he shared them with Mario. I thought those were calumnies until we got married."

"It's true, Rufus, Mario, and the three of us used to fuck often. They were friends like that; I got used to Mario..."

"It's not that I loved him; it was that I trusted him. Before trying to get pregnant with Rufus, Mario and my old self spent all our time together naked. Our nudity was customary and also that our genitals met naturally. Rufus only minded if we didn't include him..."

"Then Mario married Celeste, the friend who introduced me to the church, and we stopped. Rufus wanted to make me pregnant; it was a risk to continue with Mario; but I never forgot our sexual adventures, and when I separated from Rufus, Mario began to insist until I gave in..."

"I shouldn't have done it, I'm sorry..."

"How many times was it?" I demand.

"It was three times, love. The one in the river, one in a bedroom and two in his car before going to mass. I won't do it again, I promise..." Eva shows me her pinky finger, resembling a pinky promise.

"I want you to move in here, share your location with me, and tell me if you're going out..." I sigh and kiss her nose. "... You need to earn my trust, okay?"

"Yes, love."

"Did you record videos in his car?" I ask.

She bites her lip and nods just once.

"Show me."

The video is visceral.

Mario and she are in costume; Eva wears a sexy bunny outfit, with a white latex suit and ears attached to a mask that hides her upper face and only shows her lips. Mario is dressed as a werewolf, with a suit where only his penis stands out. First, he films her sucking his penis, and then Eva stretches out in the trunk of the car. Lying on a fairly wide cushion, she spreads her legs and her feet touch the roof of the car. She makes a V with her legs, and Mario, with the trunk door open, stretches over Eva and penetrates her without a condom.

Eva talks dirty to him, things I never expected to hear from her; she tells him he's good for nothing, to be useful for once and fuck her right, she tells him his penis could do better if it were bigger, and that his semen isn't even capable of getting her pregnant. She begs him to hit her harder and that now that he's old he'll be left wanting to fuck her harder because he has no strength left.

I am surprised that with each disdainful phrase, Mario increases his thrusts. He holds onto her legs and pushes inside her so hard that the car shakes heavily to the rhythm of both their fornication. Eva's breasts shake so much that they pop out of the suit, giving way to her cherry-shaped nipples, which to my surprise have two clothespins pinching them.

I notice there is a vibrator on the floor of the car and that Eva is wearing almost no clothes, leaving behind any modesty; they fuck a bit more and then, to my surprise, Eva turns around and raises her ass. Mario sucks her anus and then puts his penis in, pushes a couple of times inside her anus, and then cums inside it.

They both collapse onto the floor of the car and hug, satisfied.

I am surprised by what I saw; Eva has been fucked from behind. Through the back door and she just groaned. She was used to that...

"I want to have you like this." I sigh.

It's been three months since that fateful day I saw the videos of Eva with Mario. She didn't want to show me the first time they copulated in Mario's bedroom, and it stayed in my mind.

What could be worse than getting fucked in the ass?

What embarrasses her so much?

"How, love?" Eva and Magdalena have been living with me for three months now. For now, Eva hasn't lied or sneaked around. We've established a care pattern, and our union is healthy and proactive.

"From behind..." We are lying on the floor of the master bedroom after fucking. Magdalena is sleeping in the bed, and Eva and I are careful not to make noise so as not to wake her.

"I don't want to be like that anymore; it embarrasses me. Let's start over, you and I; no ass-fucking, just sex with respect..." Eva sighs and hugs me. I feel her breasts against me, and my erection rises.

I'm tired of the same excuse; she took Mario's semen from behind and who knows how many times with Rufus.

But me? I don't deserve it. It infuriates me, but there's nothing I can do about it.

A year later, Eva and I get married civilly. The wedding is small, with only close loved ones, and Maria hands Eva over to me.

"You do have my approval! That's why I introduced you, I hoped you'd steal her from Rufus!" I am surprised and laugh. Her plan worked out very well for her.

Eva and us move out of state, and after three years of marriage, our first child together is born: Allen. Raising Magdalena has been a privilege, but dedicating myself to being the hero of both becomes a real challenge and acrobatics. Magdalena is already 4 years old and demanding and intimidating. In pre-K, we've been called countless times for her bad temper and because she doesn't like to share.

We were a little worried about how her reaction to Allen would be, but so far she seemed to think he was her toy. Eva and I go through ups and downs, especially jealousy on my part and sexual obsession on hers. Every night has been a different sexual adventure, and thanks to that, an Allen just like me: black hair, brown eyes, and quite big for a newborn.

A macrosomic baby, just like I was back in my day.

Delighted, I help Eva dress him while she bathes Magdalena. Her phone starts ringing, and since we have an open-phone policy, I check it. It's Celeste, her church friend and Mario's wife. She invites her to the third birthday party of her first child with Mario. It seems she has another one the same age as Allen: six months.

"Do you plan to go to Maurice's birthday?" I demand to know. She seems surprised, but then puts on a hard face.

"No. I don't want to see Mario, I promised you."

"But you didn't mention to me that you were still in contact with Celeste..."

"I stay in contact with all my high school friends," she answers, rolling her eyes and dressing Magdalena. We'll go out to eat by the nearest beach, as a family.

"Right. But you didn't have an affair with all your high school friends' husbands, did you?" I tease her, but her reaction catches my attention. She bites her lip and ignores me. "Did you? How many husbands have you been with?"

"It wasn't like that! Only Celeste's husband. God!" Eva looks at me, frustrated. "Let's talk after we get back."

We take our kids and take them for a walk.

Allen drinks milk and falls asleep, Magdalena plays on the beach and gets exhausted. We take them home and in the darkness, after fucking like crazy, we get serious.

"I didn't know they were related. Before getting engaged and dating Rufus, I was with Tamara's father." Eva sighs, and I look at her, surprised. "Don't think badly, I had just had a miscarriage and felt bad. Mr. Evans helped me, and one night one thing led to another; we drank beer and fucked in a bar parking lot."

"That's when I realized I needed to look for help, and Celeste convinced me to join the church. That's all, okay? I don't plan on seeing any of these men ever again. My heart belongs to you and only to you." Eva says.

"I love you, Eva."

"And I love you."

And we kiss again.

Our next incident is when Allen starts pre-K. Magdalena is eight years old, Allen four, and Eva thirty. Even in her thirties, she remains a knockout to look at. A year ago she finished her degree in marine biology and plans to enter veterinary medicine once Allan finishes elementary school.

Those are her frustrated dreams, which she is achieving little by little.

The mothers of Allen's generation are very focused on donating, volunteering, and cleaning the streets. Every Saturday there is a different activity, and I manage not to attend all of them; busy with my position as General Manager and focused on making every operation in the company turn out 10/10, I notice one Saturday that someone is constantly texting Eva. I ask for her cell phone, and she frowns at me but hands it over.

It's Karima, Allen's best friend's mother.

She talks to her about an association that fulfills wishes for people who are about to die. She mentions she registered her and asks if she should register me. I don't know why, but I tell her to count me in.

Eva and us attend our first meeting of the "fulfill final wishes" association the following Saturday. It's autumn, so I dress warmly and go straight after work; Eva leaves our kids with Maria and comes to meet me. I notice she put on a low-cut wine-red blouse with a long dark skirt and black boots.

"Aren't you cold?" I look at her breasts sticking out from under the fabric and above the neckline. "Your nipples are showing..."

I pinch one, and she slaps my hand away.

"Leave me alone, pervert..."

Now she calls me that; after seven years together, she finally let me fuck her from behind. Now we do it every month so she doesn't hold resentment. I don't understand why with her first husband she allowed that, but with me it took so long to say yes; now I feel more united to her.

We enter the lounge, an old room, perhaps baroque, with decorations and matching furniture; I sit next to her and see Karima with her husband on the other side. We wave from afar, but don't make an attempt to talk to them closely; sometimes they seem unbearable.

"Hello, I'm Luisa," a fortyish blonde woman dressed stately introduces herself to us. "The goal is for you to get to know the members of the society, choose a godchild, and try to fulfill all their wishes before dying--of course, wishes within what is acceptable.

"We will give you plenty of time to get to know them and choose. Thank you!"

Eva and us walk hand in hand, and we meet a dozen people: Laurent, who is alone with her cats, smoked all her life and will now lose both lungs. Darren, who has cirrhosis. Stephanie, who has AIDS. Dexter, who has some kind of incurable infection because his parents didn't take him to the doctor in time.

And then we have Dario, forty-three years old, who has early-onset dementia.

It's not noticeable yet; he seems quite present, though already diagnosed, he will soon lose the senses binding him to reality.

Eva seems fascinated.

Dario has a shaved head, tattoos on his arms, legs, and neck. He sports a very defined beard and has gray eyes; his teeth are a bit yellow from smoking due to anxiety, and his fingers are calloused from hard labor.

Dario and Eva chat naturally about their lives.

"I teach music and I'm a tattoo artist; I also drive Uber at night and I have a Rottweiler dog. I never married or had kids. Sometimes I regret it..." Dario tells Eva. He stares blankly at her sometimes; I know how he feels, I was there. I also had a crush on her when we met.

"I'm a marine biologist; I dedicate myself to being Albert's wife and mother of two children. I have no regrets," Eva answers him. "Well, Dario. What is your wish before losing consciousness?"

"I want to have a child, biologically mine. I know I won't be around to raise it, but I've saved hundreds of thousands these years to leave it as an inheritance to the woman who decides to do me the favor of raising it, even if I'm no longer here..." Dario looks at Eva with tears in his eyes, and she steps closer to dry them. They both share a moment of appreciation for each other, and I clear my throat. Eva snaps out of the trance, says goodbye, and takes me with her.

"What was that, Eva? You wouldn't want to bear a child for another man?" I demand answers.

"No, love. I just felt bad for her--for him, that's all."

I look at her, stop her, and hold her face.

"I will never forgive an infidelity." Eva takes my hand and kisses it.

"It doesn't have to be like that, love. We can both talk calmly..."

"Talk? Talk about you wanting to bear a child for another?"

"It's his wish before dying in life, love."

"You don't have to fulfill it," I answer, and end the conversation.

Eva doesn't insist until the following Saturday when we go to the meeting again. This time Dario is more direct and tells Eva he'll settle for a kiss from her. They both look at me, and I analyze it better; his mind will disappear anyway, so why not?

I shrug and say just one.

Dario takes us to his room in the convent; it looks more like a hospital room than anything. Dario sits down and asks Eva to sit on him, and she obeys. Straddling Dario, Eva presses her forehead against his, and they press their lips together. At first it's slow; they are soft kisses without tongue. Then Eva groans and Dario opens his lips, pushes his tongue in, and Eva follows the kiss willingly.

It's a battle of tongues.

"Enough. Stop it, Eva..." I speak to stop the exchange of saliva. Eva gives him one last deep kiss and stands up. I notice the bulge between Dario's pants and reach my hand out to Eva. "It's time to go."

On the way home, we talk about what happened.

"Don't complain! You said yes." Eva, exasperated, moves her hands, and it amuses me because she looks like a mime. "You said it was okay for us to kiss, and that's what we did."

"It was too much. We won't go back to see Dario."

"He's dying while alive, Albert. Have compassion."

"My wife wants to fuck a stranger; have compassion for me," I answer her, now angry.

"It's not like that, Albert. Not at all..." Eva lowers her voice and starts crying.

The next Saturday, I forbid her from going.

I take care of distracting her, taking her dancing, signing us up for a different volunteering activity, and simply convincing her that she didn't need to do this.

As days pass, Eva doesn't mention Dario again, and I think she forgot. She attends elementary school teacher meetings, hangs out with Celeste, and makes video calls shopping with two other church friends.

One night, while we undress and get into a bathtub together, she comments on things:

"Rufus got remarried. His wife just gave birth and the church wants us all to attend the baby's baptism..." Eva sighs. She is on top of me, hugged and naked. We are surrounded by water, foam, and flowers. I obsess over her lips and suck them, interrupting her internal monologue spoken aloud.

"And do you want to go?"

"Yes. A little..." Eva bites her lip. "I believe in forgiveness and I already forgave him for not giving Magdalena child support or wanting to meet her. We must interact as priest and follower, simple colleagues of beliefs..."

I am surprised to hear it. When they separated, she completely detested him for cheating on her.

"Fine. The condition is that I'll go with you."

"Thank you, love."

One afternoon, Eva shows me videos of cuckold men; they are men who have the fantasy of their wives being fucked by other men, usually enjoying being treated as less during sex, wives who humiliate them and choose the most viril man.

I watch her and then complain.

"Are you trying to convince me to let you fuck Dario?"

"No..." Eva bites her sweet heart lips. She sighs. "It doesn't matter if it's with Dario or someone else; I want us to explore our sexuality by fucking someone else..."

"Can it be a woman, then?"

"Yes."

"Perfect."

As days pass, I analyze the situation better.

Where does this intensity for leaving monogamy come from? Why does she want to add more people? Or is it perhaps a way to blame me for cheating and force me to accept that Dario gets her pregnant?

I analyze my doubts, and the following Friday, I seat her with me and ask her.

I look her straight in the eyes, serious. She gives me doe eyes, submissive and dutiful. She was always a little lady, obsessed with marriage and having children. Does she no longer want to be married?

Suddenly, I want to copulate first. I forcefully undress her, and she groans, closing her eyes. I make her stand, grab her leg, move her thong to give myself space, and completely standing with her leg wrapping around my waist, I penetrate her and fuck her hard standing up. That's how I like it; we look into each other's eyes while I knead her breasts and pound her mercilessly.

She is a beauty.

I fill her with semen and lay her on the bed; we both lie on our backs and look at the ceiling.

"Why suddenly this obsession with fucking Dario? Are you willing to let me fuck a woman just to justify it? What's wrong with you?" I say aloud. She sighs.

"It's not like that, love." She takes my hand and kisses it. I turn toward her. She turns toward me, and I look at her sweat-filled breasts. "Yes, the idea of letting myself be fucked by him appeals to me because he excites me as a man. But it's something more; I genuinely wanted to help him, but now I understand it's negative."

"Just because I don't want to? Why are you so obsessed with it? Do you want him...?" I insist.

"No, love..."

"Swear to me you haven't talked again..."

"Just once; he called my cell phone because my friend gave it to him. I spoke clearly to him and told him I didn't want anything, that without you I would never be happy and it wasn't worth it..." Eva confesses.

"And if I told you yes, would you let yourself be impregnated by him? Do you feel that much for that stranger?" I look at her with hostility. Who is this woman I've been married to?

"No! Love, it's just curiosity. It will pass."

But Eva keeps broadcasting porn videos with masochistic themes, where the protagonist watches his wife fuck his brother, another his father, and another his boss. In the end, what is the limit for this kind of sexual relationship?

They seem despicable to me.

Yet Eva seduces me every night, and over time, I begin to associate watching your wife fuck another man with my own arousal. Eva started fucking me with those videos playing in the background, and I ended up seeking them out alone to remember the sensations of my wife's expert fucks.

We don't return to the "Fulfill Final Wishes" volunteering until three Saturdays later, after much debating viewpoints and establishing limits. I only warned her that I would leave her immediately if she was unfaithful to me. And I would take away custody of the kids.

On Saturday, Eva dresses in a lace dress that insinuate her ass and tits in a gross way. I try to ignore the fact that she put on makeup and moisturized her skin before going. During the meeting with Dario, this time he asks as a wish to suck Eva's neck. Eva looks at me with pleading in her eyes, and I sigh, resigned. I sit in a corner and watch Dario sit on his bed, with Eva on his thighs, pushing Eva's hair aside from behind to tilt her neck and kiss it.

He treats it as if it were Eva's clitoris.

He licks, sucks, and bites; sucks hard, slow. Throughout all this, Eva just sighs with her eyes closed and grabs the bedspread with her hands. Dario keeps sucking her, but I notice him grab her thighs and part them, slipping a hand inside her dress.

Eva makes no sound, but I notice the hand disappear and Eva start gently moving her hips. I decide to wait and see how far Eva is willing to go; I notice Dario start moving under Eva, and she begins to follow the rhythm of his hips and fingers; they both groan, and Dario stops sucking her neck to grab one of her breasts.

Dario pulls a breast out of its cup inside the dress and turns Eva around so he can suck her nipples. Eva, willingly, opens her legs wider and lifts the soles of her feet to rest them on the bed. Thus, with her legs wide open, I notice Dario is already pushing four fingers inside her while, with his torso turned toward my blind spot, I deduce Dario is sucking a nipple. Eva increases her hip movements, now with desperation and shamelessness, until I hear her scream and cum.

She opens her eyes and pulls away, scared, looking around for Dario with her eyes. She dresses quickly and leaves the room; I follow her.

During the car ride, neither of us says a word, and when we return home, I lock myself in my study to think things over. I hear her look for me three times with different excuses, but I never answer. To add pressure, I print divorce papers and wait until I hear her put the kids to sleep before coming out.

I notice her sitting in the living room and rudely throw the papers I printed at her.

"I want a divorce!"

She looks at me; her cheeks are flushed, her eyes widen like a cornered fawn, and she starts crying. Her eyes were already red as if she had been crying.

She leans over and kneels before me.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! It won't happen again; I'll quit the group, I won't see him again. I'll do whatever you want!"

I look at her and shake my head.

"I no longer trust you, Eva."

Part 2. Eva's Sexual Desires.

"I'll tell you, I'll tell you." Eva stops crying, holding onto me and trying to convince me to listen to her. "Dario told me that since he was little he had a bad life: addicted parents, excesses at an early age, and an obsessive personality. That he was intimate since before he was fourteen with older women, and that is--horrible! I wanted to make him feel something good, for once in his life..."

"Not only will he lose who he is, but his rehabilitation sponsor didn't make his wish come true. He wanted to make him experience ecstasy and pleasure with an orgasm, not get me pregnant..."

"That's all."

I look at her and she seems honest. It seems the church finally broke her, made her believe that she had to give sexual pleasure to a man so he could die happy; and it might be real, but not at the expense of her marriage.

"If you insist so much that you're a good Samaritan and that you only want to fuck him for his pleasure, make him cum, but don't you cum. If you cum, we get a divorce. How does that sound, you little slut?"

"Don't call me that!"

"And also, you'll let me fuck a woman. That way we'll be even, and whichever one I choose. Just like you're manipulating me into letting you fuck Dario..." I push her off me, take the car keys, and disappear. I don't answer her calls and I return the next day.

I find her asleep on the floor, showing signs of having cried all night.

"Hello..."

I wake her up and sit beside her on the floor.

"Hello..." She sneezes and blows her nose; she has a paper in her hand and wipes herself easily.

"Do you really want to do this? Fuck Dario?"

Eva looks at me and frowns.

"Only if you're not going to leave me. You stay in the room and..."

"No. I won't act like a loser watching you two; you fuck just once and then Dario disappears from our lives. Okay?"

She looks at me and nods with frightened, cloudy eyes. What could she be thinking? About Dario's penis, for sure.

The following Saturday, I feel butterflies of nervousness about what is about to happen. Unlike previous days, Eva dressed in a light blue top, a long white skirt, and a pearl necklace--quite prim and proper for what she usually wears. I stop to observe her and shake my head, rolling my eyes.

As if dressing elegantly was going to disguise her sexual desires.

Eva tries to take my hand, but I pull away.

During the meeting, Dario looks at her, but Eva doesn't return his gaze. When the weekly introduction ends, we both walk toward Dario's room.

I decide not to go in.

I sit outside, waiting to hear the sound of the bed or groans; I hear nothing until I hear a soft gasp, which makes me decide to peek in, opening the bedroom door a crack. Eva and Dario are on a blanket on the bedroom floor. Dario is lying on his back, and Eva is riding him while sitting on top, but facing toward his legs.

The movement of her round and expressive buttocks is noticeable; they are wet in certain spots and have red handprints from slaps. I notice how she moves up and down quickly, but the groans I'm used to hearing from Eva aren't sounding. Dario growls harshly and grabs Eva's hips to guide her as she mounts him.

Eva turns around to look at him, and I notice why I don't hear much coming from her: she is biting on something that looks like cloth, trying to muffle the sound of her groans. She holds onto Dario's knees with her hands and pushes herself up and down in sync with Dario's help; when they are about to cum--because I see their agitated, frantic movements--they stop.

Eva turns around, takes what she had out of her mouth, kneels down, and Dario stands up; she takes him into her mouth, though with difficulty since I notice Dario is thicker than me, with a head almost twice as thick as mine. Shocked, I wonder what that is doing to my wife's vagina. Eva sucks him with her eyes closed, squatting, and masturbates her clitoris at the same time.

Then she drops to the floor and spreads her legs, just like in Mario's video, upward and forming a V. Dario, gladly, gets on top of her; he sucks her neck, her lips, and kisses her forehead while sliding inside her, with thrusts whose force is increased by gravity.

Falling hard on top of her, Dario rests on his forearms on either side of Eva's head and growls in her face; I'm surprised when he speaks to her.

"I knew sooner or later I'd fuck you! Feel how my penis stretches your vagina; you're a dirty woman, very dirty!" Dario taunts her, twisting his hips and penetrating her out of control.

Eva screams, groans, and squirms. I notice how she tries to hug him, but Dario grabs her arms and holds them above her head with one hand; with the other, he slaps her breasts and takes her by the neck while pushing himself to penetrate her with greater intensity. "Admit you wanted to fuck ever since we met! Admit what a bad wife you are!"

Dario pinches one of her nipples, bites her neck, and Eva screams.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I admit it. I'm a bad wife, dirty, very dirty..." Eva breaks free from Dario's grip, hugs him, and locks him in with her legs, which now wrap around his waist. Dario increases his thrusts so much that their bodies move frantically in sync while he holds Eva's face with his hands and forces a kiss on her. The sound of their bodies slapping against each other echoes through the room.

They move in an almost unnatural sync, with a speed and intensity at once driven and deliberate that causes all their limbs to be bathed in sweat despite the cold weather; Eva's hair is completely disheveled, with grip marks on her thighs, marks on her wrists, and her eyes closed while returning the kisses forced upon her by Dario.

I notice how Dario begins to sink into her without a pattern and how Eva opens her legs, placing the soles of her feet on the blanket as far apart as possible to open up more of a path for Dario; Dario leans over Eva, making her raise her ass at an upward angle so it swings with a greater vertical tilt toward her. The final thrust causes both of them to scream, and Dario collapses onto Eva; I close the door and wait for Eva to come out.

When ten minutes pass with no sign of Eva, I carefully open the door and observe how Eva remains lying down with her legs open, and Dario has his head submerged in her wetness. He sucks her, licks her, and Eva just covers her face and spreads her legs wider with every intense lick.

I realize I never forbade her from being eaten out again, so I sit outside once more, waiting for Eva to come out.

When another ten minutes pass, I open the door again, and this time Eva is on the bed, stretched out face down hugging a pillow while Dario sucks her anus. I notice that Eva squirms, biting the pillow to quiet her groans; now I notice next to her one of Dario's black socks that she had in her mouth to keep from groaning loudly when I first started watching them.

Dario sticks his tongue into her ass, and Eva squirms hard; I know her body, I know she doesn't know what to do with the sensations. Dario licks her vulva, and Eva speaks:

"I... I have to go now..." Eva sighs, without moving or making any motion to leave. Dario gets on top of her and tries to slide the head of his penis into Eva's ass; Eva feels it, her eyes open wide, and she tries to pull away, but Dario holds her firmly and drops his full weight onto her.

"I'm just going to put it in, I won't move..." Dario tries to convince her. Eva shakes her head.

"Only my husband can go in there; let me go..." Eva squirms, but Dario grips her tightly and pushes the entire head of his penis in. They both sigh.

"Ahh... ahhh... no..." Eva tries to pull away, but Dario slowly pushes his penis into her anal cavity. Dario pushes hard and Eva screams.

"Stop! I don't want to!" I notice how desperate Eva gets because she has no escape; but she brought this on herself, so I decide not to intervene in order to teach Eva a lesson. She has to learn that not all men are trustworthy, especially Dario. She needs to be disappointed in him.

Dario starts pushing hard inside her; it seems he doesn't care that she doesn't want to. The headboard smashes hard against the wall, and Eva hides her face in the pillow she's hugging while Dario immobilizes her under him and fucks her in the ass. After five minutes of forced thrusts, Dario cums inside Eva's ass.

I watch as he pulls out, and the semen from her ass leaks and mixes with the semen coming out of her vagina, leaving everything underneath soaked in semen. Eva sighs, and when Dario gets off her, she gets up and tries to dress quickly while Dario tries to make conversation and she ignores him.

I close the door gently and sit back down.

Later, we both remain quiet throughout the day; I don't ask her how it went, and she doesn't tell me either. We avoid the subject a bit, until the next day Eva decides to speak.

"Don't you want to know what we did?" Eva sits next to me in my study.

I look at her and shake my head.

"Why would I want to know what you let another man who wasn't your husband do to you?" I tell her harshly. But I know it's a lie; I do know what he did to her. I saw it.

Eva begins to cry and begs for my forgiveness.

"Show me the video you never showed me of you fucking Mario. I want to know why you're so embarrassed by it." I take advantage of her moment of remorse to convince her to let me see something I always wanted to see, but that she was too embarrassed to show me.

This time Eva obeys and doesn't argue; she brings her cell phone, opens private videos where our videos are, and the oldest ones are her videos with Mario. I already saw what she wanted to show me years ago, and I always wanted to see the one she didn't.

"It makes me sad that you'll watch it and change your perception of me..." Eva hands it to me.

"At least the thing with Mario happened before we got married; you didn't care about fucking Dario during our marriage and how that would change my perception of you, did you?" Eva looks at me and starts crying. When I don't hug her, she hugs herself and sits away from me.

The video is in a bed--a hotel bed, maybe? They covered it in towels because Eva has her period during the video. Eva sits on top of Mario, kissing him, while they twist their hips against each other and groan. The union causes both of them and the towels to be stained with blood. Mario pulls away and lays her down, starting to eat her out down there, blood and all.

When he pulls back, his whole mouth is covered in blood; Mario stands over her and, to my surprise, urinates on her body. Eva just spreads her legs, letting him fill her breasts and belly with urine; Mario penetrates her while urinating--I had never seen anything like that! He gets over her and begins to kiss her, covering her face in blood too.

They whisper things to each other that I can't hear, and then they separate; Eva turns around, gets on all fours, and Mario penetrates her, with his blood-covered penis entering her anal cavity. They have gentle anal sex while he whispers to her and kisses her shoulders. Then Mario gets up and brings whipped cream while Eva remains on all fours.

Mario covers her in the cream and licks her whole body covered in whipped cream while Eva groans. Mario penetrates her again, but this time in her vagina. He reaches out and takes a vibrator, which he inserts into Eva's ass.

While penetrating her with forced thrusts, Mario pinches her nipples, and in the distance the vibrator inside Eva's ass can be heard; Eva, with her face covered in blood, her nipples swollen, and a dazed look in her eyes, still dripping blood, groans and cums intensely.

"I love you, Mario!"

"And I love you, Eva."

I look up when the video ends and ask her, looking her straight in the eyes.

"Did you love him? I thought you just liked fucking him?"

She shrugs.

"At that moment I thought I loved him; I know now that I didn't. Love is what I feel for you, Albert. I shouldn't have put that in doubt for you because of my horniness. I won't ever look for Dario again..."