My Husband Left Me Alone and I Found the Young Laborer

My husband let me do as I pleased. I said it once, and I’ll say it again: Joaquín’s indulgence was what turned me into what I am. For six months he’d been letting Andrés and Mateo visit me at home twice a week, and while they fucked me, he watched hidden behind the dressing-room door. When they left, he’d come out and lick up the semen dripping down my thighs before taking me himself.

The only one he kept hidden from was Rodrigo, an architect friend of his who showed up every so often when he came to the city. His visits were the least frequent and the ones that left me wanting the most.

Everything unraveled at the beginning of spring. Joaquín was sent to supervise a construction site in another province. He took Mateo, who worked on his team. Andrés got accepted into a university far away and left. And from one day to the next I was left with no one. I, who was used to getting fucked three or four times a week, found myself with the walls and my fingers.

Joaquín had asked me to stop by the construction company twice a week, because from there he sent me the money. I started going dressed the way I liked: short skirts, sheer dresses, no bra, with the high sneakers that make my hips swing more than they should. We live in a hot city, so that kind of clothes passes as normal. For the laborers and drivers and office workers I crossed paths with in the street, not so much. They compliment me, and I let them. I go out without a car on purpose, because I like walking and being looked at.

That March afternoon I walked into the construction company wearing a sheer little orange dress, no bra, with white thong underwear that showed if I bent over. Sandals. The offices were almost empty: one secretary, two laborers cleaning outside. I said hello and walked toward Joaquín’s office.

Before I got there I heard the noises. It was unmistakable: someone was fucking someone in the stationery storeroom. The door was ajar and I walked closer without letting my heels sound. What I saw left me speechless. One of the secretaries—Maite, a new girl—was mounted on top of a man, riding him. I couldn’t see the guy’s face. What I could see was the cock that appeared every time she rose: thick, long, glistening with juices. Any woman would have stopped to look at that. I licked my lips and pressed my thighs together.

I was afraid they’d catch me, so I went back toward the entrance and started making noise with my heels, as if I’d just arrived.

—Hello? Is anyone there? —I shouted.

The noises in the storeroom stopped dead. I went out to the street, stood where they couldn’t see me from the door, and waited. Three minutes later Maite came out, nervous, running her hands through her hair. Then he came out. And my jaw nearly hit the floor.

It was Iván. Iván Salazar, a surveying assistant of about twenty-two whom I’d already seen a couple of times. The first time he came home with Joaquín I thought he was handsome. Now, knowing what he hid in his pants, he was something else. I went after him. I followed him to the general office and we nearly collided at the door. He looked at my tits without even trying to hide it. My nipples showed perfectly through the dress.

—Is anyone around here? —I asked in the most innocent voice I could manage—. I need someone to open Engineer Linares’s office for me.

—I’m the only one left, ma’am. I can open it for you, if you want. The keys are in back.

—Thank you. I’m Carolina, Joaquín’s wife.

He swept his gaze over me from head to toe. He didn’t lower his voice at all when he said:

—A pleasure, Mrs. Carolina.

I walked in front of him to my husband’s office. I knew he was looking at my ass, and I gave it a little more movement than usual. When we got there I sat in the armchair and crossed my legs, letting him see the start of my thigh. I pretended to look for documents that didn’t exist. I asked him to move some boxes that also didn’t exist. I watched his arms, strong, marked, as he carried them from one side to the other. I imagined those arms holding me by the hips.

I thanked him, stretched out my hand, and shivered when he took it.

—I’m coming back this afternoon —I said, suddenly using tu with him—. Will you be here?

—If you want me here, I’ll be here.

—I don’t like being alone in the office. It’s a little scary.

I smiled at him and held onto his hand.

—I’ll come by. To help you with anything you want.

I left swaying my hips more than necessary. I’d bet he watched me all the way until I closed the door.

***

The rest of the afternoon I was a wreck. I masturbated in the shower thinking about him. I masturbated in bed thinking about him. I changed clothes three times until I settled on a very short red skirt and a matching top, with no bra again, and the same thong. I touched up my makeup. I left.

When I got to the construction company it was almost dark. No one was at reception. I walked down the hallway until I heard music, a cumbia coming from an office in the back. There was Iván, sitting there with a beer in his hand.

—You came —I said.

—And so did you. Neither one of us should be here, ma’am.

He offered me the armchair. I sat down with my legs crossed at just the right height so it would be obvious I wasn’t wearing much underneath. He accepted when I told him I was hot and handed me a beer.

—I came nervous —I lied—. Some guy ran past outside and slapped my ass. It left my ass burning.

—And you don’t like being spanked?

—I like it in another context. When I’m in bed. Having them bite me too, gently.

He laughed. I laughed. We kept looking at each other.

—I know why you came, Carolina —he said suddenly.

I didn’t answer. I drank my beer and let him come closer. When he was standing beside me, he grabbed a lock of my hair and brought it to his nose.

—You smell good. And you dress even better. Sorry to say it like that.

—The bad thing is my husband doesn’t think like you do. Look at him leaving me alone.

—That can be fixed.

I stood up. We were face to face. He took me by the waist and kissed me. He started soft, until I pushed my tongue into his mouth and made it clear I hadn’t come for tenderness.

—I want a man —I said against his mouth—. Forget romance.

He turned me around and pressed me against him, his hands on my tits. He dropped one hand to slip it under my skirt and squeezed my pussy over the thong. He hooked me against the desk and took his cock out of his pants. When he rubbed it against my ass I recognized that same monstrous cock I’d seen in the morning.

—Want to try it, slut?

—I’m dying for it.

I sat down in the swivel chair in front of him. I took his cock in both hands and sucked him slowly, unhurriedly, letting him see my tongue slide over the tip. I opened my top and rubbed his head between my breasts. He was moaning as he looked at me. For a twenty-two-year-old, he knew how to be adored.

I stood up, took all my clothes off, and pulled down my thong.

—Turn around —he told me—. I want to see your ass.

I obeyed him.

—What a ass you’ve got, baby.

—Come and stick it in me.

I climbed on top of him in the chair. I sank down slowly, centimeter by centimeter, and felt him opening me up. It was wide, much wider than Joaquín’s, much wider than Andrés’s. I let myself fall all the way down and stayed still, taking it in. He squeezed my asscheeks like he wanted to rip them off me, and started pumping up into me from below.

—You’re tight. You look like a virgin.

—I’m an old whore. I just haven’t fucked in two months.

We both started moving. While he sucked one nipple, one finger went to my ass and slipped inside me. I kissed him slowly, tasting beer and young sweat, and came for the first time in six weeks. I clenched around his cock and he moaned.

—Squeeze hard, bitch, get everything out of me.

Without pulling out of me he stood up, lifting me with him, and carried me to the desk. He sat me on the edge and started thrusting standing up. He lifted my legs, put them over his shoulders, and fucked me at a speed that wasn’t human. I came again. And again. When he pulled out, he bent down and licked everything. He sucked my wet cunt until he drove me crazy.

Then he turned me over. He put me face down, hands against the desk, and drove his cock into my pussy in one single thrust so hard a shameful sound escaped me. He laughed.

—Oh, bitch, I even make you fart. But now comes the good part.

I didn’t know what he meant until I felt the tip against my asshole.

—No —I said—. Not there, it’s never been used.

I lied. But Iván didn’t care about anything. He pushed. It hurt. It hurt a lot. I screamed and tears filled my eyes. He pulled it out and shoved it back in, this time with spit. He took me to the chair, made me kneel, and fucked me in the ass with a violence I hadn’t received in years. It was brutal. I begged him to stop and he didn’t. When he came inside me he kept pumping by inertia until he was completely emptied. I was crying and shaking and coming at the same time, I don’t forgive him and I don’t thank him, I keep it there, in that uncomfortable place.

When I sat down, every inch of me hurt. I wiped myself with a paper tissue and saw blood mixed with his cum. That finally convinced him I was a virgin back there.

***

We dressed. We took a taxi and went to a nearby hotel. In the room we threw ourselves at each other again as if we hadn’t done anything before. He fucked me on the bed with my legs around his hips, hugging him, kissing him. I asked for doggy style and he gave it to me. I came two more times, and he filled me again.

We ordered something from the bar service. Sandwiches, beer, ice. We bathed together. I sucked his cock under the water while I soaped him up. I was in love with his body, not with him; I know how to tell the two things apart. We got back into bed wet, he gave me an endless sixty-nine, and fucked me again. From the front, this time. I agreed to another round from behind a while later, once my ass was more relaxed and I was less angry. This time I liked it. This time I begged the other way around.

We fell asleep. I woke at five in the morning, sore and smelling like a man. I woke him with my mouth. I had to suck him until he got hard again, because he no longer responded like he had at the beginning. But he fucked me anyway. Slow, without the strength of the start, almost tenderly. I came twice. He came on my pussy and fell asleep on top of me.

At seven we got dressed, left the hotel, and took another taxi. On the way he kept his hand between my legs, with two fingers inside me, while the driver watched us in the mirror with a smile that was pure envy. He walked me to the door of my house, kissed me like a boyfriend, and got back into the taxi.

***

That night I called Joaquín. I told him everything, leaving out the name. I told him it was a laborer, young, hung like a horse. I told him about the storeroom, the secretary, the chair, the desk, the hotel. I told him about the ass, especially the ass, because I knew that’s what gets to him. I told him about the blood on the handkerchief. I imagined his face on the other end of the phone, the heavy breathing, the hand jerking it off.

—Come back soon —I begged him—. When you do, fuck me with everything you’ve got. Wash off everything I’ve got on me.

He promised he’d be back in a week, that the work was moving along well. I knew he would come, I know him, and I also knew that by then I’d already have seen Iván two or three more times. The construction company was fifteen minutes from my house. The boy lived alone.

And so, without further nonsense, my loneliness lasted exactly half a day. I got myself a substitute who had nothing to envy Andrés or Mateo. If Joaquín stayed away on construction work, that wasn’t my problem. He’d taught me to be what I am for a reason.