The Storm That Left Me Alone with My Mother-in-Law

I met Marina at a real-estate law conference. I was there as an architect invited to a roundtable; she was a young speaker who had just won her permanent position. She arrived late, walked in with firm strides, and did not apologize. She didn’t need to. She had the kind of authority that never raises its voice but still commands the room.

We crossed paths again at a professional association event and, without planning to, I invited her out for coffee. From that afternoon on, we never stopped seeing each other. Before long, I met her family at dinner in their home, and Marina warned me before we went in.

—My father is impenetrable; no one is ever good enough for him. My mother, on the other hand, you’ll know right away if she likes you.

And I did. Elena was kind from the very first minute. She watched me throughout dinner, as if she wanted to analyze me thoroughly, with an open smile that held no judgment.

My father-in-law, by contrast, barely looked at me. A notary of the old school, with a deep voice, dark suits, and an almost religious faith in his own judgment. Don Alberto set the pace of everything that happened in that house. That first night he asked me three questions: where I had studied, who my father was, and where I worked. He liked none of my answers. He nodded in silence and, before dessert, withdrew to his study with a goodbye so faint it sounded like a sentence.

From then on, I knew that with him everything would be a permanent examination. Marina never openly argued with him; her bond with her father was too strong. Elena, however, tried to make up for it. Whenever he got up from the table, she offered me a glass of liqueur and told me how she had met Don Alberto at the notary’s office where she had started as an assistant. She knew far more than she let on.

Over the months, Elena and I developed a tacit alliance. A glance in the middle of a meal was enough to change the subject and keep my father-in-law from monopolizing everything. Sometimes she called me without Marina knowing.

—Just to tell you to be patient. What matters is you and Marina.

It was like a game of chess in which Don Alberto was the king, Marina the rook that always protected him, and Elena the queen subordinate to him. I had been given the knight: I had to move along unexpected diagonals to dodge his attacks.

***

One spring afternoon, the four of us were having lunch at their house. Marina was exhausted from filling in at work. I was silent, staring at my plate. Then my father-in-law looked up, took off his glasses, and spoke in his dry voice.

—I’ve been appointed dean of the association. I want to celebrate. I’ve booked a trip to the Caribbean for the four of us. One week.

—Seriously? —Marina asked—. You don’t like traveling.

—What I don’t like is mediocrity. We’re going to a luxury resort.

As soon as we arrived, I knew this was not going to be an ordinary vacation. The hotel was a five-star resort designed to sell Europeans an idea of paradise: white marble, waiters who didn’t know how to say no, an endless beach, and a golf course integrated into the landscape.

Don Alberto surrendered himself from the first minute to a schedule he had approved himself with the meticulousness of a man drafting his will. Breakfast at nine, a cultural visit at eleven, the pool in the afternoon, cocktails at eight. Elena, on the other hand, had arrived determined to break free from her humdrum life. She had brought colorful dresses, flowing skirts, and even a pair of shorts that revealed a body far better preserved than I had imagined. Long legs, a firm ass, tits that showed beneath the fabric without a bra, and a waist no woman her age had any right to flaunt. My eyes kept drifting toward her every time she bent over.

—I’ve come to live —she said—. Excursions, sunshine, fresh fruit, and if I get the nerve, maybe even paragliding.

My father-in-law and Marina had brought their golf clubs. Her eyes lit up when she saw the poster for an amateur women’s tournament. The idea of competing excited her like few things did.

—And what are your plans? —Marina asked me, smiling in a way I hadn’t seen her smile in months.

—The sea. Sailing, running on the beach, diving.

***

On the first night, we had dinner overlooking the sea. Don Alberto had already managed to get the maître d’ to call him “Don Alberto” and had at least given up his tie. Marina was laughing naturally again, as she had before the mortgage and her father’s shadow.

The next day, while father and daughter went golfing, I went for a run on the white sand and spent an hour windsurfing parallel to the coast. When I came back, I found Elena at the adults-only pool, stretched out on a lounger, wearing dark sunglasses and holding a piña colada between her fingers. She was chatting with a dark-skinned instructor who gestured a lot and laughed even more.

—I’m glad to see you letting go like this —I said as I approached.

—Have they recruited you as a spy?

—You know I’m on your side. If you ask me, we’ll abolish the patriarchy tonight.

We laughed. There was something mischievous in her eyes, as if in that place she could finally be who she had been before getting married. Or who she had always wanted to be.

—And you? Haven’t you found anything that interests you? —she asked, offering me her drink.

I could have told her yes, that something was right in front of me, that I had spent half the morning thinking about the way her nipples showed beneath her wet bikini, but I kept it to myself.

—I’ve run and sailed. Now I’m going to watch them on the course.

***

That night I had trouble falling asleep. I went barefoot onto the bungalow porch and sat watching the sky. Then I saw her walking along the shore, shoes in hand, her long skirt billowing. I approached without her hearing me.

—Insomnia? —I asked quietly.

She turned slowly. She did not seem surprised.

—Hello, Adrián. I just don’t want to miss this: the sea, the stars, the silence.

We walked for a while, leaving footprints that the tide erased almost immediately.

—This trip is taking me back to the past —she said, looking at the water—. Sometimes I wonder when I stopped living for myself and started living so I wouldn’t inconvenience anyone else.

—Would you want to start over?

—I don’t know. Alberto built a perfect life, and Marina followed him without asking herself what she wanted. You’re the only one who entered this family without being obligated to.

We sat down on the sand. The moon was reflected in the waves. Beside her, I felt a new chemistry, still without a name. When we returned in silence, I knew something had begun to shift.

***

At breakfast the next morning, Don Alberto insisted that Marina accompany him to the tournament final. Elena had booked an excursion to a nature reserve on a nearby island and would be left without company.

—Could you go with her? —Marina asked me—. That way I can relax while we play.

—Of course. It’ll be a pleasure.

—Poor Adrián. What a trip he has ahead of him —my father-in-law remarked with a disrespect that no longer even bothered me.

An hour later, we were on a catamaran headed for the island. A group of dolphins escorted us, dancing across water that looked like a blue glass mirror. Elena took off her sarong and stood there in her bikini, talking about the animals she wanted to see like a schoolgirl on a field trip. I admired her: an excited woman rediscovering herself, asking no one’s permission. And with a body that burned itself onto my retina every time she turned around: the triangle of fabric squeezing her pussy, her high tits pushing against the top, the ass swaying as she walked across the deck.

We docked, and a jeep took us along a dirt road to a tamed jungle. We stopped at a lagoon with a waterfall, and beneath that falling water, wet and alive, we embraced with the trust of people who finally feel free. I felt her tits pressing against my chest, the soaked bikini fabric clinging to her skin, and a cock beginning to swell, impossible to hide against her hip. She noticed. She said nothing. She only lowered her eyes for a second, then raised them again, her cheeks flushed.

—I’m having a wonderful time —she told me.

—Much more interesting than diving —I replied.

At the lookout point on the summit, with the jungle on one side and the sea on the other, she sat down to catch her breath.

—You’re still a very attractive woman —I said without thinking.

We looked at each other for several seconds. We eased the tension with a smile.

—Thank you for looking at me as if I could still attract someone —she finally replied.

***

The sky went dark all at once, as if someone had flipped a switch over the Caribbean. A warm drizzle began to fall, becoming a storm within minutes. A call to the shelter confirmed the inevitable: the road was flooded, the port was closed, and the catamaran could not leave. The resort had anticipated a backup plan: wooden cabins beside the dock.

—It’s as if the island refuses to give us back —Elena remarked without dramatizing it.

The group split up into pairs, and we laughed like teenagers when we realized we would have to share a room. The cabin was simple: two beds, a dim lamp, and a window that did not close properly. We called Marina and Don Alberto using the guide’s phone. They barely asked whether we were all right.

—That’s what happens when you don’t play golf —my father-in-law laughed before hanging up.

When we put the phone down, we remained silent. They had not even asked whether we needed anything.

—Sometimes, when someone is too busy being the protagonist of their own life, they forget that everyone else is living theirs too —I said.

She opened the window. Rain beat against the leaves in an almost musical rhythm.

—It’s strange —she murmured—. I feel freer in this cabin than I have on many nights in my own home.

***

We lit a candle. The flame danced on the nightstand between the two beds, like an image of what floated in the air. I suggested a game to pass the time.

—We ask each other intimate questions, things we’ve never told each other. Whoever answers gets to ask the next one.

—And what if one of us refuses?

—They forfeit something.

—That won’t be necessary —she said, with that smile that mixed intelligence and mischief—. We’ll both tell the truth, with no escape.

I started. I asked about her last fantasy, and laughing, she told me about a university professor with whom nothing had ever happened, and how she sometimes imagined him fucking her on top of his desk with her panties around her ankles. She asked whether Marina had been my first love, and I told her about an eighteen-year-old girl, my first real love.

—You’re too sensitive —she said, stroking my face—. That doesn’t work with Marina.

It was my turn.

—Are you happy with Alberto?

She lowered her eyes for a moment.

—I hadn’t asked myself that question in years. No. I’m not. I got used to living in a gilded cage, and now I don’t know whether I’d dare to fly even if the door opened.

I embraced her. Her confession stirred a tenderness in me that I did not know where to put.

—When was the last time you felt desired? —I asked.

—I don’t even remember. Alberto always looked at me as if I were a possession, never as the woman someone could lose his mind over. He hasn’t touched me in more than two years, and the last few times he just got it over with in three minutes, without even taking all my clothes off. —She paused—. And you? When was the last time you were attracted to a woman enough to consider cheating on Marina?

—Right now —I replied without blinking.

***

She swallowed, stood up, and blew out the candle. The cabin went dark, lit only by distant lightning. She approached without touching me. She let me feel her breath, her perfume still lingering despite the tropical heat.

—Sometimes talking is more intimate than undressing —she said, sliding her fingers across my chest.

She sat on my bed and pulled me toward her. The sound of the rain became an echo of what was about to happen.

—We shouldn’t —she murmured.

—I know.

—But I don’t want to give up experiencing it.

She touched my cheek, her thumb brushing my lips. That first contact said more than any words could have. When we kissed, her tongue entered my mouth with a hunger she had held back for years, biting my lip, seeking mine as if she wanted to recover all the time she had lost. My hands opened her dress at the back, and I let it fall to her waist. There they were at last: two mature tits, still firm, with dark nipples hard from pure desire. I grabbed them, squeezed them, and lowered my mouth to suck them.

—Oh God… —she gasped, throwing her head back—. How badly I needed this, how badly…

I bit her nipples without fear, ran my tongue around them, and sucked them one after the other until she writhed on top of me. I pushed her onto her back on the bed and finished taking off her dress, and with it her panties. Elena lay naked, open, her legs parting instinctively, a trimmed patch of dark hair barely covering her swollen pussy. She was soaked. The wetness gleamed in the light of the last flash of lightning.

—Fuck me now —she said in a broken voice—. I’ve been imagining it all afternoon.

—No, not yet.

I opened her legs completely and buried my face between her thighs. The first lick made her cry out softly, as if I had shocked her. I ran my whole tongue along her pussy, from bottom to top, sucking her lips, searching for her clitoris with the tip and making slow circles. She grabbed my head with both hands and began moving against my mouth.

—Yes, there, there, don’t stop… like that, Adrián, like that… oh, the way you eat me…

I slid in one finger, then two, while continuing to suck her clitoris. I felt her squeeze me inside, hot and dripping, and noticed her thighs tightening around my face. She came in my mouth after a couple of minutes, with a muffled cry, thrusting her hips against my lips as if she wanted to ride my tongue. The rain covered every sound.

—I can’t take it anymore —she gasped, pulling my hair upward—. Come on, put your cock in me, put it in me now.

I climbed over her. I took my cock in my hand and ran it over her pussy lips, soaking it in her wetness. She closed her eyes and spread her legs wider.

—Slowly the first time —I whispered in her ear—. I want to feel all of you.

I penetrated her slowly, inch by inch, and felt her pussy embrace my cock, squeezing me in a way that almost made me come with the first thrust. She arched her back and released a long moan.

—Aaah… my God, you fill me… I’d forgotten this feeling… all of it, give me all of it…

When I was fully inside her, I stayed still for a few seconds, supporting myself on my elbows and looking at her. Elena’s eyes were open and shining, her expression one of pure astonishment, as if she had just discovered something. I began moving very slowly, pulling almost all the way out and then sinking back in to the hilt, making her feel every inch of the journey.

—Like that, like that… don’t go fast… keep doing it like this all night if you want…

I gradually increased the pace. I grabbed one of her legs and placed it over my shoulder so I could thrust deeper, and she began moaning without the slightest shame, clinging to my arms, her hair stuck to her forehead with sweat. We changed positions. I put her on her side, fitting her ass against me, and fucked her from behind while caressing her tits and clitoris with my other hand. I bit her nape, her shoulder, and she rubbed herself against my cock, her hips thrown back, asking me for more.

—Harder, Adrián, harder… do it to me the way no one has in years…

I put her on all fours at the edge of the bed. I saw her white, round ass and her pussy open, red, soaked with me. I grabbed her hips and drove into her with a sharp thrust that drew a cry from her. I started fucking her that way, my palms squeezing her ass, watching my cock slide in and out, shining, watching her tits swinging beneath her, watching her push backward to receive me. I gave her a gentle slap on the ass, and she let out a hoarse laugh.

—Again… more… don’t be so polite tonight…

I gave her another, harder, and then another, until I left the mark of my hand. She came again, her pussy squeezing my cock in spasms. I pulled out just in time, laid her on her back, slid back inside her, and made love to her while looking into her eyes until I could not take any more. I asked her with my eyes, and she nodded.

—Inside. Come inside me. It’s been years since I’ve felt a man coming inside me.

I came inside her with two, three, four final thrusts that made her tremble. I felt my semen shooting out, filling her, and she wrapped her legs and arms around me, not letting me pull out, breathing against my neck as if separating from me would hurt.

It was a long, shameless night. I fucked her again two hours later, with her on top this time, moving slowly and then quickly, her tits bouncing in front of my face, and then a third time at dawn, both of us drowsy, penetrating her lazily from the side while the rain died away outside. When everything grew calm, she embraced me from behind, and I knew we would never forget that night.

***

I woke with Elena’s tousled hair spread across the pillow and sunlight coming through the window. The sea, calm again after the storm, looked nothing like it had the day before. She slowly opened her eyes and covered herself with the sheet, but immediately remembered that there was nothing left to hide from me and let it fall.

—Was it real, or did I dream it? —she murmured.

—If you want, we can pretend it never happened. But I don’t regret it.

—Neither do I —she replied—, unless for you it was only a matter of taking advantage of the storm.

I desired her all over again with my whole soul. I got hard looking at her naked in the morning light, with the red marks of my stubble on her neck and tits, and our fluids still staining her legs. She saw it, smiled, and bent down without saying a word. She pulled me out from beneath the sheet and put my cock in her mouth without ceremony. She licked the head, swallowed me slowly all the way to the back of her throat, those dark eyes watching me as I disappeared inside it, and sucked me for a long while, with both hands and her mouth, her tongue dancing around me. When I was about to make her stop, she pulled away.

—No, not here. Come.

She straddled me, sat down on top of me, and began riding me slowly, leaning against my chest, those tits hanging in front of my face. We looked at each other the whole time. She came again, squeezing me inside her, and I filled her a second time that morning before she collapsed onto me, trembling and laughing softly.

I brought her coffee and fruit, and we had breakfast in the cabin with the hunger of people who had spent the entire night in bed. But her face darkened.

—This has to stay here —she said calmly—. What we were last night can exist only on this island, beneath the storm. I don’t want it to become a crack in Marina’s life or yours.

—What if last night changed something and I don’t want to go back to my old life?

—Of course it changed something, for both of us. But sometimes it’s enough just to know that. Not everything has to be translated into action.

—Do you know what I regret? —I said—. That the storm didn’t last three days longer.

She smiled, leaned over, and barely brushed my lips.

—Thank you for reminding me that I’m still alive.

—Thank you for daring, without age or fear holding you back.

***

At noon, the hotel car dropped us at the bungalows just as Marina and Don Alberto were leaving in their golf clothes, their immaculate visors and radiant energy contrasting with our exhaustion.

—What a relief that you’re back! Is everything all right? —Marina asked, without a shadow of concern.

—The universal flood, but the island was beautiful —Elena said with a measured smile.

—We qualified for the final —my father-in-law announced, barely looking at us—. We play in an hour.

No one asked whether we had slept well or been cold. Their world was somewhere else, and that, without their knowing it, drew us even closer together. Marina said goodbye to me with a formal kiss, and they left wrapped up in their euphoria.

We were alone. Elena smiled.

—It’s as if they knew we didn’t have time to say a proper goodbye on the island.

—Your bungalow or mine? —I asked.

—That’s how I like my men: decisive —she stressed.

We entered hers. This time there was no storm outside; the real one broke out inside. We tore each other’s clothes off before reaching the bed. I bit her neck, pulled her dress down in one motion, tore off her panties, and knelt before her to eat her pussy again while she stood, gripping my head as her legs trembled. She came that way, biting her fist to keep from screaming. Then she pushed me against the wall, got down on her knees, and sucked my cock with a devotion I had not seen in years: sucking my balls one by one, licking me from top to bottom, swallowing my entire cock until she nearly made me come in her mouth.

—Not yet —I told her, lifting her up.

I took her to the bed, put her facedown, raised her ass with a pillow, and entered her from behind, this time without any gentleness, driving all the way in, fucking her in broad daylight as I had wanted to do for hours. No prejudice remained in her. It was a mixture of pleasure and affirmation, two bodies recognizing each other as if they had been searching for years.

—I’ve never felt anything like this —she said, completely open to pleasure, her face against the pillow and her ass held high—. Fuck me harder, don’t stop…

I thrust into her without stopping for long minutes, hearing the wet sound of my cock sliding in and out, watching her ass bounce against my thighs. I wet one finger with her own fluids and ran it over her asshole, and she moaned louder without pulling away. I slowly pushed my thumb in there while continuing to fuck her pussy, and she came again, trembling all over.

—Oh God, oh God, what are you doing to me…

I was in no hurry to finish. Whenever I was close, I held myself back and brought her to the edge again, determined to leave her with an indelible memory. I put her on her back and raised both her legs, resting them on my shoulders, then sank into her to the hilt, watching her moan. She climbed on top of me, let her hair loose, and set her own rhythm, slow at first, then wild, riding me with her hands on my chest and her tits bouncing until a second orgasm left her trembling over me.

—I can’t come down all the way —she gasped—. You leave me up there every time.

—The thrill is an aphrodisiac —I said, aware that the same thing was happening to me.

I laid her down again and asked her to open her mouth. She did so without hesitation. I pulled my cock from her pussy and came in spurts, part of it on her tongue and part on her tits, watching her close her eyes and receive it all, then run a finger over her nipples, spreading the semen, and lick her lips. I watched her the way one watches a painting. The docile, proper mother-in-law had disappeared. In her place was a loose, dirty, living woman, laughing beneath my body with her mouth still shining.

***

Lying among the sheets, knowing that an eighteen-hole tournament would not be over for hours, we spoke like two lovers who had decided not to give up what they had found.

—Maybe we don’t have to end it —she said quietly.

—Should we enter them in every golf tournament? —I joked.

—I have a card game on Thursdays. We could see each other afterward.

—And I could organize a game of padel that same day.

We embraced, accomplices in a prank we had no intention of abandoning. That evening, at the awards dinner, Elena appeared in a black dress that moved in the breeze. She was dazzling. While Marina was commenting on something with her father, Elena raised one foot beneath the table and caressed my leg, moving higher and higher until she brushed my cock through my trousers. No one noticed. But her smile made it clear that our story was not over.

Later, when the others retired and I was asked to accompany Elena for a while longer, we walked barefoot along the beach beneath an enormous moon.

—What are you thinking about? —I asked.

—I’d forgotten what it was like to feel. With you, it’s been different, something new.

—For me too. I was with other women before Marina, but I never felt with any of them what I feel with you.

—Whatever happens when we return to Seville —she said, resting her hand on mine—, it was worth it.

The murmur of the sea enveloped us, as if the whole world had been reduced to that shore. We took shelter behind some boats pulled up on the sand, with no one around. I pressed her against the wooden hull, lifted her dress to her waist, and pulled her panties down her thighs. She was wet again. She gripped the edge of the boat, pushed her ass back, and looked at me over her shoulder.

—Quickly, here, now —she whispered—. Before anyone shows up.

I took out my cock, placed it at the entrance to her pussy, and drove it in with a single thrust. Elena bit her hand to keep from screaming. I fucked her standing up against the boat, sand beneath our feet and moon overhead, thrusting into her without giving her a second’s respite. I gripped her hips and pulled her back toward me every time I penetrated her, feeling muffled moans escape between her fingers.

—Like that, like that, all the way… fill me again, don’t let me leave without feeling it…

I reached around her, opened her neckline, and grabbed one tit, while with the other hand I found her clitoris and rubbed it with two fingers as I kept thrusting. She came clutching the boat, squeezing my cock in spasms, her face hidden against her arm. I held out for a few more thrusts and came inside her for the third time that day, emptying everything I had left, feeling my semen run inside her and begin to trickle down her thigh.

We stayed that way for a few seconds, breathing, still joined. I kissed her nape, her back, her shoulder. She turned slowly, her dress still raised, and kissed me on the mouth without any hurry. The Caribbean night finished erasing the last boundary between what we were supposed to be and what we already were.