My Husband’s Lover Had to Scrub My Bathroom

Patricia closed her eyes, but she wasn’t asleep. She had been like that since ten at night: listening to the stillness of the house, counting the minutes until Aurelio turned off the TV in the living room and decided to come upstairs. She didn’t feel like talking to him. She also didn’t feel like pretending everything was fine anymore.

When the mattress dipped beside her, she kept her eyes closed. She felt his hand on her hip. No preamble, no kiss, not even the word “darling,” just the pressure of his fingers finding the edge of her panties with the certainty of someone who doesn’t expect to be told no.

She could have refused him. She had been refusing him for weeks. But that night, for some reason she couldn’t explain, she let him pull her panties down to her ankles and settle on top of her. Aurelio parted her thighs with his knee and shoved his dick inside in one single thrust, without even checking whether she was wet. She wasn’t. Patricia clenched her teeth when she felt him forcing his way into her dry cunt, that rough friction scraping inside. He started fucking her with short, mechanical thrusts, crushing her tits against the mattress, his hot breath on her neck, saying nothing. She stared at the wall while her husband’s cock went in and out of her at a dull rhythm, counting how much longer it would take. It didn’t take long. Two minutes in, Aurelio went rigid on top of her, growled once, and came inside her with three apathetic jolts. Patricia felt the hot stream of semen filling her cunt and then slipping between her ass cheeks when he withdrew.

It was over quickly.

When he finished, Aurelio lay back on the bed and stared at the ceiling, his cock still gleaming with cum against his belly. Patricia waited, feeling the sticky wetness between her thighs. She knew something would come after that silence.

—Who was the man you let touch your ass at the club pool? —he said without turning his head.

Patricia took a while to answer. But once she started talking, she didn’t stop. She told him everything Aurelio needed to hear, and a few things that would have been better left unsaid.

That night, neither of them slept.

***

Valeria walked into the office on Monday with the restrained satisfaction of someone who has won a long game. Her name was on the plaque outside the office, the window looked out onto the courtyard, and she had a swivel chair with leather armrests. None of that mattered most.

What mattered most was that Gema was sitting on the other side of the glass, wearing the profile of a subordinate who has spent months quietly accepting her work.

Three years of friction and comments in meetings, of calculated smiles and small betrayals disguised as feedback. Now Gema had to ask her for vacation approvals.

She could have fired her on day one. She had thought about it. But that would have been too visible a gesture, too easy to read. Better to leave her there: useful, controlled, and fully aware of what she had lost.

—I need the full report by tomorrow —she told her at seven in the evening, from the threshold of her own door.

Gema opened her mouth. Closed it. Nodded in silence.

Good.

Valeria was picking up her bag when the phone rang. It was Aurelio Marchena, CEO. Her boss. The same man who had signed off on her promotion the week before without asking too many questions.

—Valeria, I need you to stop by my office before you leave.

Aurelio’s office was twice the size of hers. She closed the door and stood in front of the desk, not sitting down.

—I’m somewhat disappointed with certain things —he began.

Valeria didn’t wait for him to finish. She never waited.

—If it has to do with your wife, I understand the situation. One needs distractions. I have a partner, but that doesn’t have to be a problem. If you need me to fuck you, you only have to say so and we’ll sort it out. I can suck you off right now under this desk, if you like.

Aurelio looked at her for a long while without replying. This woman was exactly what he had suspected for months: intelligent, cold, and absolutely willing to use her cunt and her mouth to get whatever she wanted. He wouldn’t have admitted it out loud, but that was what had made her impossible to ignore all that time.

—Wait here —he said—. I’m calling my wife for a moment.

Valeria felt something tighten in her chest when he left the office. It wasn’t guilt. It was the instinct of someone who understands she has just lost control of something she thought she had firmly in hand.

When Aurelio came back, he spoke bluntly.

—My wife wants you to come to the house on Friday. To clean, cook, and scrub. If you’ve got anything to say about that, you can leave right now and find another job.

Valeria said nothing.

***

The Marchenas’ house smelled of varnished wood and that specific silence of marriages that have stopped arguing because they no longer talk enough for that. Patricia greeted her at the entrance wearing a cream silk robe and an expression that wasn’t hostile, but something worse: completely indifferent, as if Valeria were the plumber.

—The gloves are under the sink. Upstairs bathroom first. —She motioned toward the staircase with her chin and went into the living room without adding anything else.

Valeria cleaned the toilet on her knees. She scrubbed the bathtub, the tiles, the edges where no one looks but where everything collects. She mopped the floor with bleach until her eyes stung. She did it well, not out of pride but because doing it badly would have given them one more thing.

She thought about Marcos while she worked. About what he had asked of her: to get close to the boss’s wife, to keep her entertained, to make her feel desired so Aurelio would feel indebted and not put up obstacles. The plan had worked. The job was real. But Marcos, obviously, hadn’t known where to stop.

Or he had, and crossed the line anyway.

She set dinner on the table without anyone having to ask twice. Patricia and Aurelio ate in silence without looking at her. They left her a little cheese and bread on the kitchen counter, standing up, her back to the dining room, looking out the window at the dark garden.

Later, with pink rubber gloves on and her hands in the sink’s hot water, finishing the last dishes, she felt Patricia come up behind her without making a sound.

—Your husband fucks very well —she whispered into her ear—. He buried it deep. He made me cum twice with that cock he’s got.

Valeria gripped the scrub pad and didn’t answer.

—What’s wrong, you’ve got nothing to say? You make such a pretty expression when you get angry.

—My husband hasn’t slept with you. —Valeria heard herself say it before deciding to say it—. Maybe he saw you and touched that big ass you’ve got back there. Not much more.

—Ah. —Patricia moved slowly until she was behind her—. So you like asses.

And before Valeria could add anything, the woman pressed her hip against her ass and began moving slowly, rubbing her pussy against her buttocks over the fabric of her trousers.

—What are you doing? —Valeria asked without letting go of the dishes.

—What you see. You keep scrubbing, I’ll take care of the rest.

Patricia pulled her pants and panties down in one motion to her knees. Valeria’s ass was firm and smooth, smaller than hers, with a narrow crease that Patricia stroked with her thumbs before parting her cheeks and shamelessly looking at her pink anus and the shaved cunt shining between her thighs. She bent down and ran her tongue all the way from her clit to her asshole, a long, filthy lick that made Valeria grab the edge of the sink. She repeated the motion, this time slipping the tip of her tongue into her ass, and with two fingers she opened her cunt and started rummaging inside, searching.

—You’re already wet, little slut —Patricia murmured against her ass—. You can tell you like it.

Then she straightened and pulled off her own robe. Both of them were half naked under the yellow kitchen light, the older woman’s big, heavy tits hanging free, her dark, hairy cunt pressed against Valeria’s young ass. With one hand she yanked Valeria’s sweater over her head and unclasped her bra; with the other, she reached between her legs and found what she expected: the soaked cunt, dripping, lips swollen. She shoved three fingers inside at once and started fucking her with her hand while biting her shoulder and squeezing one breast hard enough to hurt.

Valeria dropped a plate into the sink. She clung to the faucet. Patricia was finger-fucking her cunt at a brutal pace, chack chack chack, while her thumb pressed circles over her clit. The younger woman felt pleasure rising through her belly despite herself, her own body betraying her with the boss’s wife shoving half a fist into her cunt.

—Come —Patricia ordered into her ear—. Come on my hand, bitch.

—What are you two doing? —Aurelio asked from the kitchen doorway.

He had made no noise when he arrived. He’d been there long enough to see everything: his wife’s generous ass pressed against his employee’s buttocks, Patricia’s hand buried between the younger woman’s thighs, the bodies moving in a rhythm that needed no explanation. One hand inside his trouser pocket, gripping the cock already hard, without realizing the exact moment it had gotten there.

The two women turned at the same time. In front of him, the contrast was sharp: Patricia’s dark, abundant pubic hair, Valeria’s completely shaved mound, the gleaming thighs slick with their own fluids. Two different bodies, the same dead-end situation. Patricia brought her wet fingers to her mouth and sucked them slowly, never taking her eyes off her husband.

Both women looked toward his trousers. The fabric was strained in a way that admitted no misinterpretation.

—To the bedroom —Patricia said—. All three of us.

***

In the bedroom, with the lamp turned down to its lowest setting and the windows completely dark, Aurelio let himself be undressed standing beside the bed. Patricia knelt first and pulled his cock out of his trousers with two tugs. He was already hard, thick, the vein pronounced. She took it all into her mouth until she felt the tip hit the back of her throat, with the ease of twenty years. She started sucking him slowly, bobbing her head up and down, taking the whole cock out to spit a thick strand over it and then swallowing it back down to the base. She licked his balls one by one, took them into her mouth, sucked as if she were hungry. Valeria moved behind him, dropped to her knees, spread his hairy buttocks apart with both hands, and sank her tongue into his asshole without warning. Aurelio let out a growl and braced one hand on his wife’s shoulder so he wouldn’t lose his balance. The younger woman ate his ass eagerly, sliding her tongue in and out, salivating it well, while Patricia kept sucking his cock with wet sounds that filled the room.

After a while, Aurelio told them to get on all fours on the bed, ass to ass, hips pressed together and heads toward opposite ends.

He entered Patricia first. He grabbed her wide hips and drove his cock into her in one thrust all the way to the balls. She let out her breath and tightened her fingers in the sheets. Aurelio started fucking her with hard thrusts that made her ass shake, grabbed her hair and pulled back to arch her spine, and kept driving into her hard while she moaned against the mattress. He fucked her like that for long minutes, watching how her pink cunt opened around his cock, how her lips stretched with each stroke, how his wife’s juices soaked the base and ran down over his balls. Then he withdrew abruptly, his cock shiny and dripping, and moved a couple of spans to the other hip.

He entered Valeria carefully, unhurried, pressing the tip against her shaved cunt and pushing little by little. The younger woman was tighter; he felt her close around him, warm, tight. He pushed all the way in and waited a second with his cock buried inside her. Then he started fucking her, first slowly and then with the same brutal rhythm he had used on his wife. Valeria rested her forehead on the mattress and bit the sheet not to make a sound, but her ass jolted with every thrust, and her own thighs trembled. Aurelio went from one cunt to the other, pulling his dripping cock out of one to drive it to the hilt into the other, mixing the two women’s fluids over his own shaft.

—Valeria. —Patricia’s voice came from the edge of the bed—. Come here.

The woman had sat down with her legs open and her hands on her thighs, her hairy cunt exposed at the edge of the mattress. She patted her own lap.

—What do we do in this house with girls who don’t know how to behave? —she asked Aurelio.

—Teach them to stay still —he replied, and didn’t smile.

Valeria looked at Patricia. Patricia repeated the gesture, slower, with the expression of someone who isn’t used to asking twice.

The younger woman lay face down across the woman’s lap, naked ass raised and her face hanging off the other side. Legs apart. Palms flat on the floor. Her shaved cunt remained open and visible, and Patricia ran her whole hand over her buttocks before she began.

Aurelio positioned himself in front of Valeria, very close, his hard, wet cock level with her mouth. The younger woman opened her lips and he shoved his cock all the way in at once, until the tip touched the back of her throat and she choked for a second. He grabbed her hair and started fucking her mouth with the same rhythm he had used to fuck her cunt moments ago.

Patricia’s first smack was dry and direct. An open-handed crack across the right cheek that sounded like a gunshot in the room. Valeria held her breath and her mouth closed briefly around Aurelio’s cock. The second smack landed on the other cheek, harder, and then a third and a fourth, alternating sides, leaving red marks in the exact shape of Patricia’s hand. Between smacks, the woman shoved two fingers deep into her cunt, pulled them out, dragged them over her swollen clit, and sank her thumb into her ass up to the knuckle. Valeria arched with every slap and every probing finger, while Aurelio gripped the back of her neck and fucked her throat hard, forcing her to swallow all of his cock, strands of saliva dangling from her chin.

—That’s how sluts learn —Patricia murmured, and slapped her again, and shoved her fingers back in, curling them to touch the exact spot inside.

Valeria came over the boss’s wife’s lap with the husband’s cock buried to the hilt in her throat. Her whole body jolted, she moaned around his shaft without being able to stop herself, and felt her juices running down her thighs and soaking Patricia’s skirt. The woman didn’t let up. She kept beating her ass, now burning hot, while Aurelio thrust faster and faster.

—Swallow it —he ordered, his voice low and controlled.

He came in Valeria’s mouth with three long jolts, thick streams of hot semen that filled her tongue and throat. She swallowed what she could. The rest slipped from the corner of her mouth and dripped onto Patricia’s chest.

Patricia withdrew her fingers calmly. She wiped her hand on the young woman’s reddened ass cheek. She put her robe back on.

—You can order your own taxi —she said, and left the bedroom without looking back.

***

Valeria sat there for a moment on the edge of the bed. Her ass was burning. Her mouth still held the thick, salty taste of her boss, and her thighs glistened with her own fluids mixed with the cum that had leaked out of her.

She dressed slowly. Aurelio was watching her from the armchair in the corner, eyes half-lidded, his cock still halfway soft between his spread legs, saying nothing.

In the taxi home, with the city lights sliding past the window like scenery for a life that no longer entirely belonged to her, she thought about Marcos. About what she would tell him when she got there. About what she would never tell him.

The phone vibrated before she got home. A message from Patricia. One line, no greeting:

“The hall bathroom needed more bleach. Next time do it properly.”

Valeria read it twice. She turned off the screen and stared out the window for the rest of the ride.