“Goddess, the smell of your sex drives me crazy, but I want it to be your man who takes your thong off for me and invites me to do whatever I please with you.”
An instant later, I feel Eric’s mouth on my navel. He kisses me all the way to the top of my thong, touches my thighs, and pulls the thong off me.
“I’m thirsty,” I say, my mouth dry and panting.
Suddenly, I feel an ice cube on my lips. I open my mouth, ready to be refreshed.
“Dexter, be my guest and take what you want from my wife.”
“I’ll be delighted to do so.”
My mouth, which had been moistened by the ice, now goes instantly dry when I feel fresh water on my sex. A soft towel pats me dry. “Now you’re ready, my love.”
I feel my heart in my throat. I’m incredibly keyed up and blinking under the mask.
“Do you like what you see?” I ask.
Carefully, Eric lies down next to me on the table, undoes my bra, and lets my breasts out into the open air.
“It drives me crazy, sweetheart.”
Once I’m completely naked on the table, I feel Eric move away, and Dexter, in his wheelchair, takes a place between my legs. He lifts them on his shoulders.
“What a mouthwatering feast you’re offering me, beautiful.”
I shake. I know what’s going to happen, and I moan in anticipation. Without pause, Dexter rubs his hand on my tattoo, and, I imagine, reads it.
But he surprises me. “I’m going to ask that you surrender yourself to me,” he whispers.
I’m trembling from being so desired and anxiously waiting to be devoured.
“Put your feet on the floor and stand up,” Dexter says suddenly. “Turn around and lie back down on the table.”
I do as he says. I turn around, and once my face is back on the table and my ass is exposed, he slaps me a couple of times.
“Red . . . Like that . . . Red for me.”
My butt stings from the slaps. I know Eric is watching and controlling everything when I feel Dexter’s hand separating my butt cheeks and rubbing gel on my anus.
“We’re going to play a different game today.”
A different game? What game? I’m about to protest when I feel Eric’s hands on my shoulders.
“Don’t move,” he whispers in my ear.
His voice calms me down as I realize Dexter has inserted something in my ass.
“These anal beads will increase your and our pleasure . . . You’ll see,” says Dexter.
Still on the table, I let him push in bead after bead, getting more excited by the second.
My God . . . I love being their toy!
Dexter is having fun with the beads in my asshole. He gives me a little lash after each bead and then a little bite and rubs my cheeks. Oh yes . . . I love what he does to me.
Once he’s finished, my ass feels full. It’s a strange sensation, but I like it.
“Goddess, lie down on your back on the table the way you were before.”
My butt is red and jammed with beads, and I’m still blindfolded, but I do as he asks.
“Eric . . . may I taste your woman now?”
My heart is going a mile a minute.
These two are expert players, experts in kink, and they’re driving me crazy while barely touching me.
“Taste her as much as you want,” I hear Eric say, and I gasp and pant.
I can’t see his expression.
But I can imagine it and the tone of his voice lets me know how much he’s enjoying the moment. I am panting like mad, and I can hear my breathing echo in the room.
Oh yes . . . yes . . .
I don’t want them to stop.
I want them to play and play.
I want them to taste every part of me.
I want them to fuck me.
Eric parts my thighs, and I’m completely exposed. That’s when I notice something round and slick on my clitoris.
“Cherries and Judith,” says Dexter. “An explosive and ambrosial combination.”
He places the cherry between his teeth and presses it against me. The cherry is smooth and hard and slides around on my clitoris, and I’m breathing so hard. Dexter skillfully moves his mouth, and the cherry sparks my desire in seconds. He drops the cherry, and I feel it roll off my sex as he brings his tongue to my clit. He picks up the cherry again and repeats the action.
Oh God . . . oh God!
My body responds.
I can barely breathe . . . and I can’t believe it when Eric puts his mouth on mine.
He kisses me . . . He luxuriates in me . . .
He makes me crazy . . .
Dexter is sucking on my swollen clitoris when I lift my hips off the table, ready to offer even more.
“Like that, my love, like that,” murmurs Eric as he notes my surrender with approval.
For a few minutes, I’m their banquet, their blindfolded banquet. One is enjoying himself between my legs, and the other is enjoying my mouth. But the best part is that I get to enjoy them both. This is extraordinary! Suddenly, Eric pulls away from me. I lift up, searching for him, but I can’t find him, and I can’t see because of the mask.
I want his kisses . . .
I want his touch . . .
And when I feel them pouring water on my sex again, I know the game is about to change. Dexter retires, and I hear the wheelchair coming around the table to where my head is. He takes my hands and kisses my knuckles.
“Now you’re going to get what I can’t give you,” he says.
Eric’s hands touch me. I recognize them. I smile as he firmly and forcefully takes hold of my thighs, and then he’s inside me with one mighty thrust.
His groan drives me crazy.
I’m breathing so heavily. Dexter lets go of my hands as Eric lifts me up off the table and pulls off my mask.
“Hold on to me.”
I’m shaking . . .
As the man I adore vigorously penetrates me over and over, I look into his eyes without his needing to ask me.
Oh God, his gaze!
His eyes look right through me, they speak to me, they tell me they love me as Dexter slaps my ass and makes it even redder, just the way he likes it.
Once more, Eric goes in and out of me, and, in that instant, Dexter pulls on the anal beads. I release one, and he slaps me. I can’t believe what I feel, and I scream. I’m out of my mind.
Eric grins and presses me against him, thrusting into me again.
Another onslaught.
Another yank on the beads and another slap. Another scream from my throat.
One by one, the little beads come out of me, and I’m raving as Eric holds me in his arms.
“Like that, my love, like that . . . Just look at me and enjoy yourself.”
Once Dexter has pulled all the beads from inside me, he moves aside, and Eric takes over. He walks me over to the wall and leans me against it, and, taking my mouth the way only he knows, he fucks me over and over so intensely that I think he’s going to split me in two—but I like it. His hands squeeze my ass as I take him and open myself up more and more for him.
Our pleasure is so immense, I don’t want it to end. I want his lunges to last forever. His groans make me crazy, and just when I think we’re both going to explode, we release at the same time, and, after one last blitz, we both succumb.
With his cock still inside me, I put my head on his neck. I love how he smells. I love the feel of him. I close my eyes and hold him closer as he holds me back and feels everything I’m feeling.
After a few minutes, when our breathing returns to normal, he asks what he always asks. “Everything all right?”
I nod and smile.
Eric walks me back over to the table and positions me on top of it. Dexter comes up and takes my hand and kisses my knuckles.
“Thank you, Goddess.”
I smile and, without the slightest bit of shame, pick up my thong from the table and put it on.
“Thank you, handsome,�
� I say. I need to wash up.
Two hours later, after a quick shower in the room we’ve been assigned, we dress for dinner, and my prince and I return to the big room, which is already overflowing with people.
I don’t know anyone, but they all greet me with great big smiles. They’re Dexter’s friends and family. Eric knows everybody, and I’m surprised to see him so relaxed and happy.
Of course, when he wants, he can be a real charmer!
Dexter’s family is wonderful, and his parents are beautiful people. By the way they treat Eric, I can see they’re really fond of him. When he introduces me as his wife, they hug me, and, in their sweet Mexican accent, they welcome me and compliment me every which way.
They’re followed by Dexter’s aunts and uncles, cousins, and friends, who all make me feel very special. They remind me of the sweet and warm people back in my hometown. Eric picks up Dexter’s sister’s baby and looks over at me.
Oh God, my neck is starting to itch!
When he sees me scratch, my Iceman cracks up, and I do too.
And then, suddenly, I see a familiar face: Dexter’s cousin!
Juan Alberto and his captivating smile.
“Can I say hello without putting my life in danger?” the new guest asks.
I laugh every time I remember the things I said to the poor man that day, but I like that he’s so good-humored about it. If the tables were turned, considering how sour I can be, I’m pretty sure I’d still be holding it against him.
The reception is very nice, but I soon notice Graciela, Dexter’s assistant. The young woman isn’t treated in the same way. Just then, Dexter’s mother takes her nephew Juan Alberto’s arm. The family calls him Juanal.
“Is it true you’re leaving for Spain with them in two days?”
“Yes, Auntie.”
“If I might ask, what for?”
“I want to visit Spain and several other European countries to see about expanding my business,” Juan Alberto says, smiling warmly at his aunt.
“But you’re coming back, aren’t you?”
“Of course I’m coming back, Auntie. My business is here; my life is in Mexico.”
I see his aunt nod. I don’t know what she’s really thinking, but she doesn’t seem too convinced.
“I’m going too, Mamita,” says Dexter with a wide grin.
I laugh. Dexter’s such a rascal.
“I can’t imagine what you’re going for, you scoundrel,” says his mother. “You spend half your life abroad anyway.”
“Mamá . . . Mamita linda, I run an international business, and it forces me to travel a great deal. In fact, this time—and I know this will make you feel better—Graciela is going with me.”
Dexter’s mother’s face completely changes. She absolutely beams.
“Oh, I like that. She’ll bring some balance to your schedule.”
I laugh again.
Not even God could bring some balance to Dexter!
“My dear,” she says to me, “please find a good woman for my nephew. My Juanal needs someone who is pretty and loving and who’ll spoil him and take care of him.”
“Hey, while you’re at it, find me one too,” Dexter says, teasing.
His mother stares at him. “If you wanted, you’d already have one,” she says in a low voice but in front of everybody. “I’ve told you a thousand times.”
Dexter rolls his eyes.
“Mamita, don’t say that,” he says, looking over at Graciela, who is now holding his baby nephew.
“Auntie, the last thing I need is a wife,” says Juan Alberto, looking around expansively. “Now that I’m single again, I can have as many as—”
“Oh, cut the BS and find yourself a good woman. That’s what you need!” she says, and then, to me, in an aside, “I don’t know what it is with youth today; nobody seems to want the kind of beautiful thing you have with Eric.”
“Cristina, that’s because Judith is a love,” says Eric, taking me by the waist. “There aren’t a lot of women like my sweetheart, believe me. That’s why, when I met her, I wouldn’t let her go until she agreed to be my wife.”
Uff!
What my husband said is so beautiful and romantic, I could just eat him up with kisses!
Head over heels, I lean my head on his arm.
“It’s wonderful to meet a special person, and I was lucky enough to meet Eric,” I say, looking up at Cristina’s tender face.
My man presses me against him.
“You don’t happen to have a sister for my Dexter, do you?”
Eric’s laugh is absolutely monumental.
“Yes, Mamá, she does, but, according to Judith, there’s no way her sister is for me,” says Dexter.
“She’s that bad?”
Now it’s my turn to bust out laughing.
“No, Cristina,” I answer, “it’s just that she’s too good and too innocent for your son.”
Before she has a chance to ask me any more questions about my sister, Dexter takes his mother by the arm and leads her to the table where we’re all sitting down for dinner.
During the rest of the evening, we keep company with several of Dexter’s gal pals. They’re a little too much for my taste and, I think, for Cristina’s too. They’re a little too familiar with Dexter and Juan Alberto, and when they try it with Eric, I give them a look that says “I’ll cut you.” They still completely encircle him, and Eric grins.
After dinner, we keep on drinking and talking, and, as often happens at these family gatherings, in the end Dexter pulls out a guitar. His father takes it, and his mother serenades us with a ranchera.
I’m sure if the party were in Spain, my father would be singing a bulería with Bicharrón.
So much talent! I listen attentively to Dexter’s mother, and her voice reminds me of the late Rocío Dúrcal.
That woman could sing anything!
My father has all her records, and I remember how he used to sing along with my mother. Those are beautiful memories.
Once the song is over, I clap and quickly request “Si Nos Dejan.” Eric glances over, and I grin. It’s the official song of our honeymoon.
Cristina doesn’t hesitate, and Dexter joins her for this one. Oh God, amazing! They have incredible voices.
I’m sitting on my husband’s lap, and he holds me close as I listen to this romantic and passionate song. When it’s over, Eric kisses me.
“I love you, sweetheart,” he whispers in my ear.
After a few more songs, they want me to sing. I’m the Spanish girl!
Oh man . . .
Eric grins. He knows I know how to have a good time. I sing “La Macarena,” and they all laugh uproariously. They know the words!
Once we finish the song and its corresponding choreography, Dexter’s father, who plays guitar very well, plays a little rumba. Happier than a pair of castanets, I hit the floor and dance like Rosario Flores and let my hair down and completely let go.
When it’s over, Eric claps with pride, and everyone congratulates him.
Once we’ve all settled down, I notice Graciela again as her gaze follows Dexter all over the room. I feel bad for her. I know what it’s like to suffer because you’re in love with your boss, and there’s nothing you can do about it.
While Eric talks to Dexter’s parents, I take a stroll and end up by Graciela’s side. She looks my way and smiles, and I notice something in her eyes I hadn’t seen this morning: resentment. Of course, when she looks at Dexter, it’s pure adoration.
Poor girl.
“Have you been working for Dexter for very long?” I ask.
“Four years.”
Four years is a long time to yearn for somebody.
“What is Dexter like as a boss?” I ask.
“He’s a good boss,” she says, pulling a strand of hair from her face. “I make sure he’s good at home and that he doesn’t need anything.”
I realize that, even if he were a tyrant, she wouldn’t tell me. Goddamn it, I fee
l a cramp in my belly. I think I’m getting my period. “Sometimes, he’s a little disconcerting,” she says, bringing me back to the conversation, “but right now, with your visit and the party, he’s very happy. He really appreciates this.”
“You know what? Eric was also my boss, and he used to behave exactly the way you describe Dexter,” I say in an attempt to bond with her.
“Mr. Zimmerman was your boss?” she asks, stunned.
“Yes. I worked in his office though, not at his house.”
I see her attitude change. All of a sudden, she sees me as an equal.
“Well then, it makes me doubly happy to see that your love is real. That’s great!”
“Thank you, Graciela.”
Eric and Dexter look at us from across the room. They’re whispering about us, and I smile but Graciela blushes. There are many things I want to ask this young woman, but I hold back. I don’t want to be nosy like my sister.
“I have to go to the bathroom,” I say to keep myself from asking more questions. “Do you know where it is?”
“I’ll go with you,” she says.
We walk down a long hallway until she stops and opens a door.
“I’ll wait for you here, and then we can go back together, OK?”
I go in by myself. Goddamn it, I got my period.
“Graciela, do you happen to have a tampon?”
“Yes, I’ll get it for you right away.”
She vanishes. I stay in the bathroom, well aware of all that comes with my period, until Graciela comes back. I don’t have cramps right now, but I know I’ll be doubled over in pain in a couple of hours.
When I come out of the stall, Graciela has a look on her face I recognize.
“What is it you want to know? C’mon, just ask.”
Red as a beet, Graciela lowers her voice. “Dexter goes to Germany a lot. Is there someone special there?”
Oh, poor girl. Now I understand her anguish even more. I want to hug her.
“If you mean a woman, no. There’s no one special.”
Her face changes. My answer has made her smile.
“It’s only taken me a few hours to realize how much you like Dexter.”
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