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MrBlue76 -> The other woman (5/26/2012 4:10:55 AM)
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*** I wrote this originally in spanish, some time ago, now I have translated it to english. There will be mistakes, that's for sure***
The Other Woman
-I-
Like many other times, Lucia was tied up to the column, just by the bed in the bedroom, as always, blindfolded. When they decided to rent that flat, 2 years before, they saw that column in the middle of the room and both shared a smile of complicity. The owner tried to minimize the presence of the column. “It’s not so annoying, if you place the bed here, like this. These things happen in old buildings, but the building has to be supported somehow, doesn’t it? Hehe…” Eduardo was cynic enough to be condescending. “Well, it’s not the ideal thing, but I guess we can live with it.”
There’s no need to mention that the column was used to have Lucia tied up to it the very first night they spent in the new flat. And from that moment, she had been there, exposed to her husband many times. So many times that she was able to distinguish the small cracks of the wood, with the skin of her back. Sometimes, she was flogged in that column, occasionally, she was just exposed to him, naked, tied and blindfolded. Eduardo would sometimes control the temperature of the room, making her feel cold, just for the pleasure of wrapping her with the duvet of the bed, enjoying the shared warmth.
You could even say that Lucia got her job thanks to that column. For the week previous to the job interview – for a position as wine stewardress in a restaurant – Eduardo had tied her up every night, blindfolded, and had made her taste wines and recognize the brands. The wrong answers meant spanks, the right ones meant that he’d continue touching her, to the final orgasm. “You are very well trained”, said her future boss in the interview. There are some good practical points in some perversions…
And again, she was there, tied to that column. Eduardo was being way more tender than usual. Silently he was stroking her hair, kissing the corner of her mouth.
- Do you feel confident about me? Do you trust me?
- After 3 years of marriage you ask this? – replied Lucia, in good and joking mood
- No, I’m serious, do you trust me? Do you trust the fact that we are going to be together… forever?
Lucia adopted a more serious tone.
- I hope so… yes
- And you know that we’ll have kids
Lucia nodded.
- But why do you ask me all this?
- Because if you are not sure and confident of all this, we won’t do what we are going to do tonight.
- What is… what we are going…?
- It’s something that turns you on, but that scares you at the same time – Eduardo interrupted
Different ideas crossed Lucia’s mind. There was a lot of things that turned her on but scared her at the same time. But, after some seconds, an idea shook her.
- Who’s she?... – she asked
- You don’t know her
- No, no, no, wait, not today…
- Today is a day as good as any other
- No, please, not today, I need to think about it…
Eduardo hugged her warmly and kissed her again. She was tense, he could feel it.
- Relax, you are sure about me, as you said before?, about us…?
- Yes…
- And we both know that you have masturbated many times thinking of this…
- Who is she?
- Again, you don’t know her, I seeked her expressly for this
- But…
- Shh… no “buts”. It’s gonna happen. You can interrupt it, like any other scene, you just have to say the word. Say it if you can’t stand it.
The word. She had only been one day about to use it. They had bought a bamboo cane and he had succumbed to enthusiasm. But the word wasn’t necessary, he stopped in time. And next day, watching the marks in her back and bottom, he had apologized deeply, and had prized her with a wonderful wine.
But this was different. It’s easy to feel when you’ve had enough pain. But… how to feel when jealousy was too much, when humiliation was unbearable?... She felt she was about to start shaking, and asked him to hug her again. He did.
- I love you, but I desire to make you go through this – he whispered in her ear – at least once.
- Say again that about the kids
- We will have kids
- …When will she arrive?
- In five minutes
They remained silent some minutes, more than five. Eduardo caressed her. She remembered how she used to pet a dog she had, in the waiting room for the vet. She did this to calm her dog, but also to calm herself, she never knew how her dog would react with the vet. Was the same case with Eduardo, was he nervous too?... If he was, he didn’t show it, he was behaving with the same calmed attitude usual in him, in this cases. A deceiving calm, as Lucía knew well. Making her submit sparked him a lot, but it wasn’t shown untill later.
Just when she was about to talk again, to get a bit more of information about that other woman, the doorbell ringed.
-II-
Eduardo kissed Lucia, covered her body with the douvet and went to the door. Lucía perked up her ears, she wanted to know everything that could go on downstaris. But the apartment was a two storey one, and she could only barely hear the voices. There was, indeed, a woman's voice down there. It was a sweet and musical voice. Lucía could hear her laugh a couple of times.
Nervous and blindfolded, she couldn't measure the time. Probably it was only minutes, but... She heard them taking some glasses and a bottle from the cupboard. Where they really drinking wine, her wine? Were they laughing at her?... She wished to be downstairs, for a second, to be able to see in first person what was happening. And at the same time, she was thankful for being upstairs, safe from humiliation. She thought she would prefer that, whatever was going to happen, would happen downstairs, far from the reach of her senses. Maybe that was the plan. She surprised herself thinking, just one second after that, that it would be terrible, only to be allowed to "guess" what happened, not to be able to "attend". If it happend that way, she would be upstairs, rejected, like a naughty child that has been sent to bed early. If it happened in her presence, she'd be part of the act. A passive but central part. The pros and cons danced in her mind. And although it could be said that she was terrified, she discovered - to her shame - that the whole situation had already started to turn her on.
Some steps in the stairs ended those agonic minutes of loneliness. She heard his feet, and also, the heels of a woman's shoes. They were coming, it was happening already, just some seconds... She shook. The door was opened softly. None of them said a word, they entered the room silently, until they both were close to the bed. They were watching her, there was no doubt. The woman broke the silence.
- Well, well, so here she is...
- Here she is - said Eduardo
- She's beautiful
- Yes, she is
- And I? - she asked flirtatiously - am I beautiful too?
- You are beautiful too
- What a lucky man you are then, with two beautiful women at your disposal...
Lucia didn't say a word. The situation was overwhelming for her. They were flirting, openly. Before her, in her bedroom. Close to the bed were they were going to have sex, her bed. She could inhale her perfume. She was relieved, somehow, to feel that the woman's perfume, or her voice weren't familiar to her. She would have given whatever was asked to be allowed to raise her blindfold and see the other woman. But that was impossible. She moaned...
She heard the sound of the wine glasses being left in the table. So yes, they were drinking wine. And they had taken it to the room. She asked herself - profesional deformation - which bottle had they opened. She heard some more steps, and some clothes rubbing. And then came an unmistakable sound, they were kissing. She had to take a deep breath. Exactly that, that kiss, was what she feared the most. It meant more than sex, his lips in the lips of other woman. Promising pleasure. And Lucia, still tied up, exposed, unable to stop it. A streak of excitement went down fromt the pit of her stomach to her crotch.
They didn't speak much more. Kisses and muted laughs and giggles could be heard, though. In a certain moment, LUcia could hear how her shoes had been left on the floor, and it happened the same to his shoes, a minute later. She heard clothes, zippers, she guessed that the belt she heard being unfastened was his. The woman's perfume was in the air. That smell was going to stick in the bed sheets. Would he let her change the sheets afterwards?... A noise from the bed brought her back to reality. They had sit in bed, no doubt. Some more clothes fell to the floor, with a muted sound. More kisses. Lucia wondered if he was kissing the woman in the same way that he liked to kiss her. In the neck, the face, the cheeks... Or if that was a kind of tenderness only reserved for her. She heard her moan, both whispered, but Lucia couldn't identify the words. She was getting turned on. Probably not as much as the other woman, whose heavy breathing filled the room now. But Lucia's body was also reacting to the situation. She had to take deep breaths too and she felt how she was pressing her thighs against each other, moving them in a soft balancing rythm.
There was a pause, that she interpreted correctly and with some relief. The drawer in the bedside table was opened, and she heard a plastic envelope being teared. "At least - she thought - he hasn't lost his mind and he's going to use a condom". Seconds after that, Lucia felt the bed receiving his weight again. The noises coming from the bed told about the rythm they were using. And it was very similar to the one used by Eduardo to fuck with her. Soft penetrations followed by a deeper, rougher one. In a rythm that allowed her to guess when was the "rough one" coming. And that desperated her when Eduardo broke the rythm and made her wait for that one more than expected. Which was... exactly what he was doing in that moment with that other woman. Lucia felt the desire not of being able to see them, but of being able to touch them. To kiss Eduardo's hand. To fondle that unknown woman's body. The mere idea of wanting to be tender with that woman humiliated her so much that she lowered her head and bite her lips in shame.
Not paying any attention to her anymore - or at least, that was Lucia's impression- Eduardo and the other woman continued with their encounter. The woman's moans anounced an incoming end. Lucia couldn't help but feel a streak of arousal everytime one of the woman's moans was louder than expected. Even with the blindfold, she was visualizing everything in her mind. The woman's open mouth, catching her breath, Eduardo's hand, grabbing her by the nape, the two foreheads, pressing against each other at moments. After a series of groans, the woman kept silent for some moments, broken by a long, deep and gutural moan, totally unmistakable. There was still action, for half a minute more, and then she could hear Eduardo exhaling a sharp groan that she knew very well. It was over. It had just happened, before her blinded eyes. Her husband had fucked other woman in her own bed. Both had had their orgasms. Lucia was impressed, shocked. And inmensely turned.
-III-
The woman left the bed, and announced Eduardo that she wanted to have a shower. Eduardo stopped her.
- Wait, come here.
- Oh...
Both approached Lucia. She could hear their bare feet on the wooden floor. She could smell the woman's perfume very close to her.
- Before that - Eduardo said - we have to finish this...
He caressed Lucia's thighs, who didn't know if she should open herself for him, or keep her legs closed, trying to keep the arousal with the same soft rubbing she had been using until that moment. Soon Eduardo's hand opened his way to her crotch.
- Has she enjoyed it? - asked the woman
- I would say so.... - pointed Eduardo, feeling the wetness between Lucia's legs - A lot..
- Poor girl...
Eduardo didn't have to manipulate for long time. Although Lucia tried to fight against this last humiliation, all of her body was asking her to cum. She needed that orgasm, even if it was before them, naked, exposed as meat to be sold in a market. And soon she melted under the control of Eduardo's hand. It was a long, slow and deep orgasm, that had small replicas for the next couple of minutes. Lucia heard a brief giggle coming from the woman, and received a kiss from Eduardo without being able to correspond. She didn't blame him for anything, in fact, she needed that kiss. It's only that she had no strengh to correspond.
They didn't release her while both had a shower and got dressed again. Eduardo came close to Lucia, to caress her, a thing that Lucia was thankful for. The woman had already her high heeled shoes on, and seemed to have grabbed her handbag. With some tenderness, whithout the hurting and ironic tone used before, she approached Lucia and asked her : "Do you hate me?". Lucia denied with her head. "Good girl", said the woman, and kissed her briefly in the corner of her mouth.
Eduardo and her went down the stairs and after a minute, Lucia could hear the door being opened and closed again. Soon Eduardo was by her side again. Not releasing her yet, from the ropes or from the blindfold, he kissed her again, and with some tender sarcasm he asked:
- And me? Do you hate me?
- ...no
- I adore you, you know that
- But you do this to me - said Lucia with a very weak voice
- Yes, and you have enjoyed it
Lucia didn't reply. What could she have said? She asked, instead.
- Will this happen again?
- You haven't said the safeword to stop us. Yes, it will happen again. Would you like to see her, to know how she is?
- I don't know... yes. Yes
- In that case, you will. I've given her a flyer of your restaurant, she'll have lunch there this week.
- No!
- She won't say a word about this, relax, she won't even introduce herself. But I'm sure you'll be able to recognize her voice. Or at least, her perfume. It won't be hard for you to do it, with that outstanding sense of smell you have...
THE END
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