On all fours in a hotel

Even the most solid romantic relationship in the world does not guarantee fidelity. Love can be very powerful, some people say that it is what moves everything, but when desire comes into play, judgment becomes clouded and we can end up doing unimaginable things. This can happen even to the most secure person in their feelings.

There are two types of women: those who marry out of love and those who do it because it's the right thing to do. I thanked God every day for being one of the first. I wasn't looking for it, for me love was just another complement to life, but then Severo appeared and showed me that there are people destined to make everything much easier for you.

At that time, the only reference I had in romantic relationships were my friends. They were always complaining about their boyfriends, some because they didn't let them go out, others because they didn't care enough about them... or for many other reasons. With that background, I knew it was going to be hard for me to trust a guy.

But, as I said, Severo was unlike anyone I had ever met. He tried to seduce me, like many before him, but he did it through humor, understanding, and being there without being overwhelming. I had never seen him as a potential boyfriend, and I had known him practically since I was a child.

Severo was a year older than me, but we went to the same school, so when we met again years later through some mutual friends I recognized him immediately. I knew he was the funny guy in his group, one of those who prioritize making you laugh rather than pretending to be something they aren't. Maybe that kept him from getting as many girls as he could have.

At least that was what stopped me from taking him seriously at first, when he tried to get close to me under the pretext of being former students at the same school. The thing was that there was something about him that attracted me, but I decided to play hard to get, since I thought I should be with another type of guy, or rather with none at all, to avoid problems.

- The nuns were a bit of a jerk, but I have very good memories of the school.

- I thought I would never say this, but so do I.

- At that time we didn't know that everything that would come later would be worse.

- We had no more responsibility than doing homework and studying.

- And on top of that, you were a good girl, you were never punished.

- Sometimes, but certainly not as many times as you, Severo.

- I was unable to keep quiet.

- Same as now, I see.

- Sorry, I know I talk too much.

- Don't worry.

- If you want, we can meet up someday.

- But we do it very often.

- I mean without the rest of the group.

- That's not what I'm looking for.

- Do you mean a relationship or someone like me?

- Do you want me to be honest?

- Clear.

- Both things.

- I won't insist any further, but here you have a friend.

- I know, I say the same to you.

I continued to see Severo quite often, although he kept his distance prudently, only coming close to me if I gave him the opportunity to do so. That's how I realized that every time I was near him I wished he would dare to talk to me. It may seem contradictory, but there really was no one else as nice as him.

It was becoming more and more common for me to approach him under any excuse. Tired of hearing criticism of men, being with Severo was soothing. With that increasingly clear, what was the point of risking losing him out of pride? None, but I resisted taking the final step.

The idea that perhaps one day David would return, the love I had in my school days but with whom I could never achieve anything, was still in my head. I knew it was impossible, because his whole family moved to another city and I never heard from him again, but it was one of those stories that leave a mark. With that clear in mind, all roads led to Severo.

He was so respectful that, without ever stopping trying to make me laugh, he never again proposed anything similar to a date or seeing me alone, not even when I made some innuendos. In the end I had to stop the nonsense and be more explicit or I risked that someone else would see in Severo what I had already begun to detect.

- Can you believe that the school notified me to pick up my high school diploma?

- I believe it, because I went last year.

- But it's been three years now.

- These things go slow.

- Will you come with me?

- Do you want me to go with you?

- It will be cool to remember the old times.

- Well, let's not talk about it anymore, let's go together.

- And then we can go for a drink.

- Sure, I'd love to.

- I'm sure we'll have a good time.

- Don't doubt it, Cari. And don't worry, I know it's not a date or anything like that.

- Well, you can call it whatever you want.

It may not have been the best plan ever, but the opportunity had arisen and I didn't want to waste it. That day Severo was at his best, as charming as ever and, what's more, without the pressure of having other people around, since I managed to keep us alone most of the time.

He explained fascinating details about his life, things you wouldn't imagine from the typical guy who's into pranks if you didn't take the time to get to know him in depth. He was well-read, he seemed to know everything, or at least that's what it seemed to me when I saw that he had an opinion on any subject that came up.

Since I was old enough to date, I had never found one that I could imagine myself in bed with and having long conversations with on a typical Sunday afternoon that seemed like an eternity. But imagination wasn't enough, I had already found out that chatting was effective, I needed to see how he would perform in the other area.

The problem was that Severo didn't seem to take notice of my many signs of interest. I had no doubt that he was trying to impress me with his smooth talk, but he didn't realize that he already had me in the bag. If he had the gift of gab, I would be the one to take the lead in other aspects. So, when we said goodbye, I didn't hesitate to kiss him on the mouth.

- Oh...

- You didn't expect it?

- Not really.

- If you didn't like the kiss, you can give it back to me.

- I loved it, but I would still give it back to you.

- On one condition.

- Whatever.

- Invite me to dinner on Saturday.

- Of course.

- I don't want to take advantage of you, okay?

- I know, it never even crossed my mind.

- When I finish my degree and find a job, I'll give them all back to you.

- Does that mean there will be more than one dinner?

- If you behave, there will even be more than one meal.

He behaved extremely well, in every way, so I rewarded him with the promised meals. Prejudice had also led me to imagine Severo as someone clumsy between the sheets, but he turned out to be a first-rate lover. Although he perhaps lacked that which makes others good, he made up for it with the love he put into everything.

I felt comfortable, loved, protected and extremely satisfied. I couldn't ask for more from life. It never crossed my mind again that Severo wasn't up to my level. I thought instead that I had a lot to improve to deserve him. Luckily, he didn't share that vision and looked at me as if I were the most wonderful thing in the world.

Since we were both happy, there was no impediment to continuing the relationship, so that's what we did. I had come to terms with the fact that having a serious boyfriend would be complicated, that I would lose some of my freedom, but, as I mentioned before, with him everything was very simple. I became the envy of my friends.

The years passed without any problems between us, on the contrary, the trust we were gaining made the relationship better and better. So it was very easy to take more and more steps, such as meeting our families or moving in together when we both had good jobs and could afford it. The next thing that had to happen was Severo's doing, and it didn't take long.

- Five years together, can you believe it?

- What I still can't believe is that our first date was at school.

- I saw the opportunity and I didn't let it pass.

- All because you didn't admit that you had fallen in love with the funny guy.

- I still find it hard to admit.

- Lie, if you brag about your boyfriend everywhere.

- The truth is that you have become a boyfriend to be proud of.

- And he could be just as good a husband.

- What are you trying to tell me, Severo?

- That you would make me the happiest man in the world if you married me.

- But you had a ring ready and everything.

- Of course, my love, things have to be done right. What do you say?

- What do you think? Of course I'm going to marry you.

I knew that this request would happen sooner rather than later, but it was no less emotional for that. From that moment on, we began to organize what was to be the great celebration of our love. Following our usual line, we agreed on everything related to the wedding and we did not argue even once about the preparations.

It was a waste of money, that's for sure, but every penny was worth it. I wore a beautiful white dress and Severo looked gorgeous in his suit too. The guests ate, drank and danced until the early hours of the morning, everything went according to plan, a perfect day to become husband and wife.

After six years together, there was nothing new left for us to do in bed, but we were both looking forward to our wedding night. Although it was more like the morning, that didn't stop us from enjoying one of our best fucks. Not because of the action itself, because we were exhausted after such a busy day, but because of the reason for the act.

- Fuck, babe, you're a machine.

- Now that we're married, are you going to talk to me like a thug?

- You have to give spark to the marriage.

- Stop it, Severo, it doesn't suit you at all.

- Okay, I'm back to being the same old stuffed animal.

- Are you aware that we will never sleep with other people again?

- That was clear to me even before you listened to me.

- I'm serious.

- What's wrong, Cari, do you have any pending sex?

- Maybe one day my friends Brad or George will call me.

- Are those friends you're talking about in this room right now?

- I wish.

- You're not going to sleep with some Hollywood actors, I'm sorry to tell you.

- Would you give me permission if I knew them?

- Sure, if you allow me to do the same with Paula.

- Who is that?

- My crush from school.

- You've never told me about her.

- I'm sure you still remember some from that time too.

- Me? No way!

I knew my husband well enough not to feel the slightest bit angry about these things, just as he wouldn't have been angry if I had told him about David, but I preferred to keep it to myself, since it never came to anything. That was the only secret between us, something small, unimportant, and that was why we were destined to be happy.

It could have been just a wish on my part, but fifteen years later we were still married and as happy as the first day. When people asked me the secret of our success as a couple, I didn't know what to answer. We were simply ourselves, with our virtues and also with the defects that we might have.

In my opinion, it was a great achievement that we continued to do so well, because everything could have gone down the drain when we tried to have children a few years after we were married and couldn't. It was a huge disappointment for both of us, but it made us realize that we could overcome anything if we were together.

At that time we lived in a nice house on the outskirts of the city, we had decided to do so, even though it took us longer to get to work in the mornings. This had also affected our social life, we hardly saw our lifelong friends anymore. Perhaps because we didn't need any company other than our own.

- Honey, I'm leaving for work now, have a nice day.

- You too, love, and remember that tonight I'm going to give you what's yours.

- Thank goodness, I thought we'd have a blank slate this week.

- But it's only Tuesday.

- Well, it seemed like an eternity to me.

- I've spoiled you so much...

- Especially since you're not threatening to leave with Brad and George.

- They've gotten older, now I prefer Henry or Ryan.

- If you find them, you have my permission.

- Don't even think about running into that Paula.

- I wonder what happened to her.

- As if you hadn't already searched for her on social media.

- I don't even know if it has happened to me.

- Better, because otherwise your cousin from the village was going to suck you off tonight.

We loved that kind of jokes, we never really argued, and much less about sex, we were always in the same boat. Even so, I was curious about this Paula, I wondered if my husband thought about her from time to time, even if it was casually or innocently, like I remembered David.

That morning I couldn't even imagine how much of a worry that joke would turn into. A few weeks later, we both heard that our school was organizing alumni reunion. It was something that had never been done before, so we were both quite taken aback.

For my part, I wasn't really interested in meeting up with friends from the past, but it did seem like a good excuse to get together again with all those friends I'd sort of neglected. Severo was more excited about it than I was, although at first the possibility of thinking badly of him didn't occur to me.

When these meetings began to take shape and became a reality, we both confirmed our presence, each in our own way. The idea had come from the school, but it was up to the alumni to decide when and where the meetings in question would take place. I did not participate too much in the selection process, I just went with the flow.

On the other hand, Severo was very active in his group and suggested that his dinner be the same night as mine, although in different restaurants. As the date approached, I saw him getting happier and happier, and that was when I began to suspect his intentions. A few hours after our respective meetings, the first serious argument we had occurred.

- You haven't heard from those people for ages, why are you so happy?

- I'm looking forward to meeting my childhood friends again.

- Only with your friends?

- What do you mean?

- I think that little smile is because of Paula.

- Don't talk nonsense.

- Are you going to the meeting?

- He doesn't usually participate in the group, but he confirmed his presence.

- I already imagined it.

- Are you jealous?

- Of course not.

- Then why are you acting like this?

- Because it's been a while since you've been this excited about something you've done with me.

- That's not true.

- Don't call me a liar, Severo.

- You're making a mountain out of a molehill.

- Is it so weird that I care about you seeing a girl you liked?

- You constantly watch movies of all those people you want to fuck.

- Don't talk to me like that.

- Then stop acting like I did something wrong to you.

- I don't recognize you, you're not like that.

- Yes I am, but you haven't really gotten on my nerves until now.

- I don't want to continue arguing, I'm leaving.

- Very well, have fun.

Maybe I had provoked him unnecessarily because of my absurd jealousy, but Severo had never reacted that way to anything. Although I had completely lost the desire to go to the meeting, I was already dressed and I wasn't going to give my husband the pleasure of staying at home. I had to go and have more fun than he did.

That goal did not succeed in getting the idea out of my head that Severo was going to meet that woman again, or that he was angry and that this could make his behavior unpredictable. I was tempted to call him to apologize, but pride prevented me from doing so; I was too used to him always being behind me.

All those paranoias disappeared from my head the moment I arrived at the restaurant. I was one of those who confirmed their presence early and then barely paid attention to the group, so I didn't know who I was going to find there, I only counted my friends as sure things, since I had spoken to them. That's why I was so surprised.

I hadn't seen him in thirty years, but I recognized David immediately. Despite his beard and his doubled size, those green eyes were unmistakable, and they made me feel the same way I did when I was a child when they stared into mine. I never thought he could be there, I was counting on no one having remembered to include him in the group.

- Oh my God, David, the last thing I expected was to run into you.

- And I didn't expect you to remember me.

- I have a very good memory for what interests me.

- I'm so glad to see you, Cari.

- Who warned you?

- Laura looked me up on social media and added me to the group.

- Are you back in town?

- My parents came back and I come to visit them from time to time.

- How's life going for you?

- Well, fully busy and with a fifteen-year-old girl who is my greatest joy.

- Looks like we're all caught.

- I've actually been divorced for a while now.

- It often happens...

- Are you okay? I heard you married a boy from school.

- Have you asked about me?

- Unlike in class, here I wanted to come with my homework done.

- Yes, I got married fifteen years ago.

- And you still haven't regretted it? What a great achievement .

- It depends on the day, actually.

Talking to David completely revived my spirits, I didn't even remember that just a few minutes ago I was in a huge rage. He sat next to me all night, telling me everything he had done since he left our school. His life had certainly been much more interesting than mine.

I didn't pay attention to my friends or to any of the people I hadn't seen in ages. It seemed like there were only him and me in that restaurant. Severo still seemed like an attractive man to me, but David was something else entirely. He was one of those guys who seemed unattainable, on par with the movie stars my husband used to flirt with.

The hours flew by, dinner and desserts were over, but we were still catching up. There was hardly anyone left in the restaurant, most of them had left to go somewhere else for a drink. We only came back to reality when they told us they were about to close. I didn't want to go home, I wasn't ready to meet Severo and compare.

- David, are we going to have a drink with the others?

- I can't, I have to catch a train first thing tomorrow morning.

- What a shame, at least we chatted for a while.

- Did you come by car?

- Yes, why?

- Because if you take me to the hotel we can continue talking on the way.

- Aren't you staying at your parents' house?

- I came just for the meeting and I preferred not to tell you anything.

- Well, I'll take you, of course, without any problem.

I felt a kind of relief knowing that I was going to spend some more time with him. What was emerging between us was difficult to understand, because we had nothing pending, he was simply the boy I liked when I was a child. I wondered if the night would have gone the same way if I hadn't argued with Severo.

Back in the car, David started praising me, telling me that I was the best looking of our old class and that we would have probably gotten along if he hadn't left the city thirty years ago. He managed to make me nervous, to make me feel like the little girl I once was. I didn't like the path we were taking at all, and at the same time I loved it.

I was saying goodbye to him when he suggested I go with him to the hotel. I could say yes or no, but if I wasn't blunt in my answer I knew I would regret it for the rest of my life. My instinct was to not let this opportunity pass me by. Saying I didn't fancy what seemed to be about to happen would have been fooling myself.

We entered the hotel, talking like we had done for the rest of the night, like two friends. We got into the elevator and walked down the hall to our room, but once inside, nothing that happened was typical of a friendship. In unison, we pounced on each other, kissing with the passion of two teenagers.

David lifted me effortlessly and dropped me onto the giant bed, immediately leaning back on my body to continue eating my mouth. His hungry lips moved closer to my neck and then lowered to kiss my cleavage, until I pulled down my dress and allowed him to meet my breasts.

Not only did he shower them with kisses, he held them in his hands and licked my nipples until they soaked my panties even more than they already had. As if he needed to prove it, David slid a hand down to my crotch and slid it under my underwear, dipping his fingers in my fluids.

We took off our clothes one by one, devouring each other. When I had his hard stake in my hand, all I could think about was shoving it all the way in. I wanted to get on top of David and ride him until I had no energy left, but he asked me to get on all fours and I had no desire to disobey him.

I moaned just feeling the tip of his cock brush against the wetness of my pussy, and I screamed like crazy when he entered me. He did it without subtlety, shoving all eight inches of his cock into me at once. Then he grabbed my hips and began pumping just as hard, shifting my body with each thrust.

Severo had just won me over with his romantic way of making love to me, but what I was feeling at that moment was infinitely superior. I completely lost control of my body, I could only drool and scream with pleasure. David thrust more and more violently, holding my tits with one hand and slapping my ass with the other.

Everything that man did to me, added to the morbid curiosity of knowing who he was and how fate had put him back in my path, led me to the most powerful orgasm I had ever had. My whole body trembled as he continued to thrust, until a howl of satisfaction confirmed that he had just unloaded inside my slit.

- Fuck, what fucking madness.

- It was good, wasn't it?

- A real blast.

- Give me a few minutes and we'll repeat.

- I'd love to, but I'd better go home.

-Shall I let you know when I get back to town?

- You better do it.

The fuck had been so perfect that I didn't want to ruin it with more attempts, that was supposed to be the memory I had of my childhood love. In theory, we would see each other again, but at that moment that seemed very far away, the only reality was that I had just been unfaithful to my husband and I didn't regret it at all.

Although I was somewhat uncertain about how what had just happened would affect my life, I felt satisfied. When I got home, Severo was already in bed and, after putting on my pajamas, I lay down next to him, thinking he was asleep. At that moment I felt the first pangs of remorse, but I was convinced that I could deal with them.

- Paula is not and will never be the shadow of what you are.

- I know, Severo, I'm sorry I behaved like that.

- Good night.

- Rest, we'll talk tomorrow.