The Woman Who Left My Boss Was Waiting for Me with Her Lover

I had already spent several years among the smell of wood dust and varnish in Don Aurelio’s lumberyard. I started there very young, barely able to tell a screw from a nail, and over time I became his right hand. The old man taught me the trade patiently, treated me almost like a son, and that’s why I felt like a miserable bastard every time his wife, Mariela, walked through the shop door.

Mariela was an imposing woman of nearly fifty, the kind who no longer needs to prove anything to anyone and knows it perfectly well. She had the confidence only well-lived years can give. She came in wearing jeans that looked painted onto her body, outlining that round, heavy ass that made me swallow hard, and a pair of big tits that bounced beneath her blouse every time she bent over. I would lower my head, pretending to count screws at the counter so the erection building in my work pants wouldn’t show.

When she ran off with another man and left Don Aurelio wrecked, an absurd idea lodged itself in my head: if that woman had been capable of leaving everything for someone with all his energy intact, then maybe I had a chance too. That age difference kept turning over in my mind during the dead hours in the workshop, and more than once I ended up locked in the back bathroom, hand on my cock, thinking about her mouth, her cunt, about what it would be like to shove it all the way in while she looked at me with those mature woman eyes.

That obsession ended up dragging me onto social media. I opened an anonymous account and started following local liberal-couple profiles. I posted photos from the neck down, showing off the abdomen the work had carved into me, and sometimes the bulge of my dick outlined under my underwear, but I never showed my face for fear some neighbor would recognize me.

One night, a couple wrote to me. After a couple of messages I agreed to move to another app, and when the first image loaded I almost had a fit. The couple was Mariela and the man she had left my boss for. Gathering every bit of courage I had, I sent them a photo of my face. The reply came immediately.

—Are you Damián? The one who works at my ex-husband’s lumberyard? —she wrote—. I can’t believe it. Who would have thought, so quiet hauling boards, and look at the surprise you were hiding under that uniform. Send me a photo of that cock, I want to see it all.

I did exactly that right away. I pulled down my pants, stroked it a bit to get it rock hard, and sent the photo. The answer was written laughter and an audio message from him laughing, saying they were going to split me in two. The three of us kept talking until dawn, she sending me pictures of her sagging but enormous tits, of her shaved pussy pried open with two fingers, and he sending me a short video of him fucking her from behind while she moaned my name. We arranged to meet the next day. I didn’t sleep a wink. At the workshop I felt Don Aurelio could read my mind, but all I could think about was the woman who had kept me awake for years and how I was going to fuck her.

***

At four in the afternoon I was standing in front of the motel at the north exit. Walking down that hallway was torture; I could feel my pulse pounding in my temples with every step toward room nine. I knocked and he opened the door. He was immaculate, in an expensive shirt and with a cold beer in his hand. He looked me up and down like someone inspecting a new tool.

—Come in, Damián. Don’t just stand there like a night watchman —he said with a mocking tone.

I went in, and the sharp sound of the door closing made me jolt. Then the bathroom door opened and she came out. Mariela. The moment I saw her my mouth went dry. She was wearing a dark silk robe that barely covered her, with the neckline open down to her navel, showing me the heavy curve of her tits, and the scent of her perfume mixed with the humidity from the bathroom left me frozen in place. My cock got hard instantly, pulling at the fabric of my pants.

I was about to step toward her, but he put an arm against my chest and took a long swig of beer.

—Hold it right there —he said calmly—. I know you’re in a hurry, but things don’t start here by brute force. Mariela isn’t just anyone. She’s my woman, and today you only do what I tell you.

He looked me straight in the eyes.

—Listen carefully, Damián. Have you ever been with a couple? —I shook my head—. Then pay attention: I’m the one driving. You’re the engine. If I tell you to stop, you stop. If I tell you to fuck her until she breaks, you fuck her. You have to look at her, worship her, eat her pussy, put your cock wherever she asks, but always paying attention to what I say. Can you handle that or not?

Mariela let out a low laugh, came closer, and ran her hand over the fabric of my pants, squeezing the cock that was already bulging from side to side.

—Look at him —she whispered, squeezing harder and measuring me through my clothes with her hand—. The lumberyard boy wants to prove he’s a real man. And what a cock he’s packing under that uniform. My mouth is watering.

—All right, enough talk —he said between laughs—. Take your pants off, Damián. Stand right there in the middle so Mariela can give you a close inspection.

He didn’t have to tell me twice. I fumbled with my belt, fingers clumsy with adrenaline, and finished undressing, feeling the cold air of the room on my legs and my hard cock pointed at the ceiling, throbbing on its own. At six feet tall with the solid body the work had shaped for me, I felt like an animal exposed under those two sets of eyes.

Mariela walked toward me, ran her gaze over me from top to bottom, stopped at my hard cock dripping a clear thread at the tip, and let out a sigh that finished setting me on fire.

—My God. I knew you had potential, but this cock is something else. What a waste to have you hauling boards, darling. This should be carried around like a trophy.

She dropped to her knees in front of me, not caring about the cold floor. Her face was level with my stomach and I felt her warm breath brushing my skin. She opened her robe and her tits fell free, heavy, with the dark nipples already hard as little pebbles. He came closer too, standing behind her and resting a hand on her shoulder, while with the other he kept holding the beer.

—Look, Damián. Look how your boss’s ex-wife kneels for you. But don’t move. Stay still and let her play.

Mariela wrapped her hand around my cock and started stroking slowly, looking up at me with those eyes of a woman who knows exactly what she’s doing, licking her lips. She ran her tongue over my balls first, taking her time, sucking one and then the other, while continuing to jack me off by hand. The contact tore a groan out of me I couldn’t control. Then she slid her tongue up the thick vein of my cock, licking the whole length from bottom to top like it was an ice cream, until she reached the glans and pressed a wet kiss to the tip that made me close my eyes.

—Don’t call him boy, he’s already a grown man —he answered, taking another pull from the bottle—. Mariela, give him a real taste. I want to see how your mouth looks on that cock.

She didn’t need anything else. She took it into her mouth in one go, all the way to the back, until I felt her throat tightening around my glans, her eyes watery but fixed on my face. The wet sound and the emptiness she made when she pulled off and swallowed me again were driving me crazy. The tip kept bumping against her uvula and she never let up, taking me in again and again, saliva running from the corner of her mouth and dripping onto her tits. One hand squeezed my balls while the other was stroking her pussy, parting her lips as she sucked me off. He burst out laughing at the sight of me gasping for air and finished the last drink.

—Fuck, Mariela, you’re going to swallow it whole —he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand—. The kid’s got timber, no pun intended. Take it out a little, spit on it, I want to see it shine.

Mariela pulled it out with an obscene pop, took a mouthful of spit, and spat all over my cock, spreading it up and down with her hand until I was soaked. Then she took it back into her mouth, this time slower, hollowing her cheeks, sucking hard, and looked up at me from below with a filthy smile around the glans.

***

She walked over to the armchair facing the bed, sprawled down into it with all the calm in the world, opened her pants and pulled her cock out to start stroking it while she watched us. She pointed at me with the empty bottle.

—Damián, sit on the edge of the bed. Mariela, she’s all yours. Do whatever you want to him, suck him like you know how, but I want to watch from here.

She gently pushed me toward the edge of the mattress. I sat with my legs spread, cock pointing at the ceiling, feeling like a king and a prisoner at the same time. She settled between my knees, pushed her hair back from her face, dug her nails into my thighs, and looked at me with a wickedness that made me shiver.

—This cock is mine now —she said, and lunged at me.

She gave me a blowjob only a woman with years of experience could give. She went all the way down, drove my cock into her throat, held there for a few seconds choking on it, and then came back up leaving a string of saliva hanging. Then she licked my balls, took them into her mouth one by one, and swallowed me whole again. I looked toward the armchair, where he was slowly stroking his cock and watching us like we were in a private cinema, seeing his wife devour the guy who used to stack boards for her years ago. Two strands of drool ran down his chin, he wiped them with the back of his hand and put them back in his mouth, sucking on his fingers.

—Mariela… I’m going to cum if you keep going like this —I managed to growl, throwing my head back and gripping the sheets hard.

—Hold it, kid —he answered from the armchair—. Don’t you dare cum yet. That load is for her pussy.

She let me go with a wet sound and climbed up my body like a cat, dragging my hard nipples across her chest, my cock dripping saliva and getting trapped between our bellies. She held my face with both hands and planted a deep, savage kiss on me, pushing her tongue into my throat, mixing her saliva with mine, while she let out moans that came from deep in her chest.

—Bite me, Damián. Suck my tits hard, don’t be afraid of me, pinch my nipples, do whatever you want to me —she ordered in my ear, her voice breaking.

I obeyed. I bit her neck, leaving a mark, and went down to her breasts, sucking hungrily, her tits filling my mouth. I squeezed one with my hand while I tugged at the nipple of the other with my teeth, and she arched her back and clutched my shoulders, digging her nails into me. The contrast of my firm skin against her mature curves was too much.

Suddenly she pulled away, turned around, got on all fours in front of my face, and lifted those wide hips I had always wanted to grab. There she was: her ass spread open, her pussy swollen, shiny, dripping down the insides of her thighs, and the little hole of her ass showing too.

—Lick my pussy until I can’t take it anymore. And don’t forget the ass —she said, throwing her head back to watch him stroking himself from the armchair.

I didn’t wait for instructions. I held her hips, spread her cheeks with my thumbs, buried my face, and started eating her pussy with a desperation that came straight from my guts. I licked her outer lips, sucked her clit between my lips like a little candy, shoved my tongue deep into her cunt and felt her tighten around it. Then I went back up and licked her asshole, circling it, pushing the tip in until I tore a scream out of her. Mariela was screaming, pounding the mattress with her fists, grinding her crotch against my face while I gave her no mercy.

—That’s it! Harder! Stick your tongue in my ass, you bastard! —she shouted, while he, from the armchair, sped up the motion of his hand on his cock.

I slipped two fingers into her pussy while I kept sucking her ass. I curled them upward, searching for that spot that made her tremble, and felt her clench around my fingers, her cunt gushing over my palm. She writhed, shook her hips against my face, and I swallowed everything that came out of her.

***

She was beside herself, and I was about to throw myself on her, but she put a hand on my chest to stop me and, without stopping her panting, looked toward the armchair.

—Love… —she said, breathless—. Get his cock ready. I want it inside now.

He didn’t say a word. He stood up with calculated slowness, his cock out of his pants, hard and red, came over with a box of condoms, and prepared me himself, slowly rolling it down my cock with his big hands while she watched us with her legs open and two fingers buried in her pussy. Feeling Mariela’s man grab my cock and sheath it sent my heart into my throat.

—Hold on, tiger. Now it’s time. Give her hell. Tear it up —he whispered, stepping back without stopping stroking his own cock.

I couldn’t hold back any longer. I threw myself on her, she wrapped her legs around my waist, guided my glans to her pussy, and with one hard thrust I sank all the way in. The scream she let out filled my ears; she was tight, burning hot, soaking. I started pounding her with everything I had, pulling almost all the way out and then driving back in hard, feeling my belly slam against hers, feeling my balls slap her ass with every thrust. The sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the room, mixed with her guttural moans and her open mouth begging for more.

—That’s it, Damián! Fuck her! Slam it in hard and deep! —he roared, speeding up his hand on his own cock, inches from us, watching my dick go in and out of his wife’s pussy, drenched in juice.

The rhythm turned frantic. I grabbed one leg, lifted it onto my shoulder, and went even deeper, feeling her scratch at my root. Mariela was no longer the refined woman who came into the workshop; she was pure hunger, mouth open and saliva at the corners, begging for changes in a shout, squeezing my cock with every thrust.

—Get on top, Mariela! Ride that cock and take control! —he ordered.

She pushed my shoulders so I’d lie back and mounted me. With one hand she grabbed my cock, lined it up with her pussy, and sat down hard, swallowing me whole with a long moan. Seeing her up there, controlling the rhythm, her tits bouncing in my face, her hair stuck to her forehead with sweat and her mouth open, was a mad image. She rode hard, up and down, rubbing her clit against my pubic bone, throwing her head back and screaming with pleasure while I held her by the waist and thrust up into her from below to meet her on every descent.

Without warning, he stood in front of her face with his cock pointing at her mouth, and she took care of him while still moving on me. She swallowed his cock to the back of her throat, choking on it, while I kept pounding her from below. He held her head with both hands and started moving her face along his shaft, fucking her mouth at the same rhythm she was fucking my cock. I was underneath, feeling how her pussy tightened with every gag, and she surrendered to both of us at once, one cock in her cunt and another in her throat: the scene drove me insane.

I felt the end rushing at me. I dug my fingers into her hips, shoved her down hard to bury myself to the hilt, and let out a low growl as I came into the condom with violent pressure, breathless, muscles tight and vision blurred. I felt her squeeze around my cock like a fist while I emptied myself. Mariela let go of his cock with a string of saliva and collapsed onto my chest, soaked in sweat, and planted a long kiss on me with her mouth still tasting of her husband. But she still wasn’t done.

—Move, Damián —she whispered, eyes glassy and a satisfied smile on her lips—. We’re nowhere near finished.

***

She lay down in the middle of the bed, spreading her legs until her pussy was open wide, swollen and red from what we’d given her, and pointed to her husband.

—Now you, my love. Finish what he started, wreck this pussy —then she looked at me—. You stay there, don’t move. I want you to watch how my man does it to me. I want you to learn.

I moved aside, propped on one elbow against the pillow, inches from them, my cock still hard and dripping again. He positioned himself between her legs, took the rest of his clothes off, held her by the thighs with his big hands, ran the glans over her pussy lips to coat it in her juices, and sank into her with a hard thrust that made the bed creak. Watching him give it to her right beside me was an image I’m never going to erase from my head; his cock went in and out, shining, Mariela’s cunt opened to swallow it whole, and she screamed differently, deeper, with those rough moans that come out of women who have been fucking the same man for years and know exactly what to expect. She dug her nails into his back, left red marks, and bit his shoulder every time he rammed into her hard.

I was in the front row watching him possess the woman I had wanted for years. She turned her face toward me, found my mouth, and kissed me while he kept pounding her, mixing her moans into my mouth. Then she grabbed my cock with her hand and started jerking me off to the rhythm of her husband’s thrusts.

Before he could finish, she stopped him with a hand on his chest, panting, and turned toward me with a hunger that almost scared me. She grabbed my cock again and, with her quick, expert fingers, brought it to her mouth and swallowed me whole once more, sucking hard, making me rock hard again in seconds. He came up behind her, ready for the final assault.

—Not so fast, tiger —he said, grabbing another condom from the nightstand—. We need to get her ready again, because now comes the good part. Both of us at once.

When everything was ready, he lifted her by the waist like she weighed nothing and set her over me, facing me. The moan she let out when she felt my cock enter her again was deep, long, but it cut off sharply when he, positioned behind her, spread her ass cheeks with both hands, spit on her hole, ran his glans over it to slick it with saliva, and with a firm push made room for himself from behind. Mariela’s scream was deafening. She arched like a taut bow, her hands searching for my pectorals to steady herself, her mouth open and unable to make a sound for a few seconds, completely filled by both of us at once.

—Damián, feel how tight she gets! You can feel my cock on the other side, you bastard! —he roared, setting an animal pace, going in and out of her ass while I took her from below in her cunt.

We coordinated without speaking. When I pulled out, he went in. When he pulled out, I drove it to the hilt. She was nothing but a trembling body between us, tits hanging against my face, mouth open and moaning obscenities I couldn’t even make out, sweat dripping from her hair onto my chest. I sucked one nipple while the double pounding kept going, and she let out a muffled cry. I could feel his cock through the thin wall separating us inside Mariela, and it was a savage sensation, as if I were fucking both of them at once.

Suddenly her body went rigid, her muscles clenched my cock with incredible force, her pussy closed around my shaft like it wanted to tear it off me, and she began trembling from head to toe.

—I’m coming, baby! I’m coming with both of you! Don’t stop, don’t stop, you sons of bitches! —she screamed, reaching an orgasm that left her breathless, her body shaking between us as if electricity were running through her.

Seeing her break like that, with her juices gushing over both our cocks, we both lost control. He sped up from behind, growling like a beast, giving her short, fast thrusts in the ass while I pounded her from below, looking for the back of her cunt. The bed creaked, the headboard slammed against the wall. I let out a low roar and came with brutal pressure inside the condom, arching on the bed as she collapsed onto my chest, too weak to move, still trembling. Almost at the same time, he let out a howl, drove himself one last time all the way into her ass to the balls, and stayed still, vibrating with pleasure, his hands buried in his wife’s hips.

There were a few seconds of pure silence, broken only by our ragged breathing and the drip of sweat falling onto the sheets. He pulled out slowly, his shiny cock sliding out of her ass, and collapsed to one side, exhausted, condom still on. Mariela, with no strength left even to speak, threw herself onto me and hid her face in my neck, her ass and pussy dripping between my legs. I wrapped one arm around her, feeling her heart pounding wildly against my ribs.

***

Later the three of us got into the hot water of the whirlpool tub in a corner of the room. The contrast of the heat with the exhaustion in our muscles was glorious. Mariela settled between my legs, her back against my chest, her tits floating in the water, and he handed us three ice-cold beers from the little fridge.

—Cheers, Damián —he said, raising his bottle—. You behaved like a champ. Not just anyone can keep up with Mariela and take double penetration on the first go.

She let out a laugh, tilting her head back to look at me, and under the water she searched for my cock, grabbing it shamelessly with her hand.

—They trained him well at the lumberyard to handle heavy loads —she joked, squeezing me gently—. But seriously, Damián, you surprised me. I’m hooked on this cock already.

—Tomorrow, when you see the old man, you’re going to remember this and laugh to yourself —he added—. But total discretion. What happens in the motel stays in the motel.

Mariela turned in the water until she was facing me, her wet tits brushing my chest, and lowered her voice.

—Don Aurelio doesn’t need to know a thing. But I do want to know when you have your next afternoon off. Because this isn’t staying here.

***

That afternoon at the motel was only the beginning. What started as curiosity turned into a three-way routine. Mariela would look for me when I got off work, and he, far from being bothered by it, enjoyed organizing everything more and more. Over time, a strange complicity grew between us, without nerves, made of pure trust and shared desire.

Things stopped abruptly when Mariela was diagnosed with a serious illness. Then we decided to cut it off cleanly so they could live their lives in peace. Luckily, she made a full recovery, but we never saw each other again in a motel room.

The fuse, though, had already been lit. Those months left me hungry for more, and after that I didn’t sit still: I plunged headfirst into that world of liberal couples, carrying with me everything that woman and her man taught me on one ordinary afternoon, when I was still just the kid counting screws behind a counter.