Two Thongs, a Pool, and the Woman They Both Desired

Lorena arrived home a few minutes before five. She left the car in the underground garage and went upstairs unhurriedly, though inside she was uneasy. She found Adrián seated at the kitchen table, more serious than usual, and he greeted her with a terse:

—Hi, darling. You’re home early today, aren’t you?

She came closer, kissed the corner of his mouth, and asked with some caution:

—How did the interview with Candela go? Did you like her? What do you think?

—Look, I’ll admit the girl is smart, pleasant, and cooks better than well —he said, measuring every word—. But I don’t think it’s wise to bring into the house a girl who’s madly in love with you. And I don’t blame her, eh? I even understand it. You have that effect on people.

—You’re going to make me blush —Lorena replied, flattered—. But you’re being unfair to her. She’s sincere, she’s never hidden what she feels from me, and she accepts that I don’t feel the same way about her. She’s honest, hardworking, tidy, and an extraordinary cook. If, on top of that, she’s capable of loving both of us and not lying to us, what more could we ask for?

—I don’t know —he answered, hiding how pleased he was to see her trying so hard to persuade him—. She’s too beautiful. Sooner or later she could win you over for real, especially living under the same roof.

—Are you seriously jealous of Candela? —Lorena felt powerful again—. She’s pretty, I won’t deny that. But from there to you getting mixed up with her, there’s a long way to go.

—She herself told me she’d get along with me better than with you —Adrián gloated—. Because I don’t appeal to her, of course. She says she’d see me as an older brother. Maybe she only said that so I wouldn’t oppose hiring her. Didn’t you coach her?

—Not at all —she defended herself—. But I still think it’s not a bad idea. Why don’t you give in a little and let’s try her for a month?

—That would be unfair to her —he cut in—. Have her leave her job and then kick her out? No. If I give in, it’ll be with a contract for at least a year. And you promise me you won’t scream your orgasms all over the house with her sleeping in the room next door.

—Deal —Lorena said, suddenly hugging him—. You’re the best husband in the world. You even worry about the well-being of the woman you think is your rival.

She took his hand and pulled him toward the bedroom. That afternoon was one of the most intense Adrián could remember, and at night, after dinner, they sought each other out again in the dark as if the day hadn’t been enough.

***

The next morning, as soon as she arrived at the law firm, Lorena texted Candela to come to her office before her shift. Shortly before eleven, the redhead came in, and Lorena greeted her with two kisses.

—I’ve spoken with Adrián. We’re offering you a one-year contract, renewable. What do you say?

—I feel flattered, but also sad —Candela replied, with a hint of calculation in her voice—. I don’t want to be the cause of a conflict in your marriage. I care about you too much for that. And, look, your husband looked at me yesterday like a pervert. I’m afraid that, being alone in the house, he might try something.

Lorena stared at her, stunned, and then suddenly burst out laughing, taking several seconds to get herself under control.

—Well of course you’re smoking hot, no wonder he looked at you like that. But what he was trying to do was scare you. And you know why? Because he’s jealous of you.

—Of me? —Candela asked, with an expression as innocent as could be—. Does he think I have a chance with you?

—Apparently, and it’s your fault for being so honest —Lorena teased, amused—. Who goes and tells my husband that you’re in love with me?

—And are you sure he won’t try to grope me when you’re not around? —the young woman insisted, now much more animated.

—Adrián is shy. He’d be incapable, unless you took his hand and put it on your ass. It took me quite a bit to get him to make a move. Come on, let’s seal the contract. Salary, days off, holidays, and your own room. When do you start?

—As far as I’m concerned, today —the redhead replied, beaming—. With my current boss I don’t have anything signed, I can leave whenever I want. Shall I move in this afternoon?

—Whenever you want. Want us to help you with your things?

—I only have clothes, three suitcases, and a couple of bags. If you take the suitcases in your car, I’ll go on the motorcycle.

***

They stopped first at a supermarket, where Candela bought just enough for a decent meal to celebrate her first day. While the redhead wandered the aisles lost in thought, Lorena followed her with the cart and thought: This little thing is totally crazy about me. There’ll come a day when, while Adrián and I are doing it, she’ll be on the other side of the wall. That turns me on. And it would turn me on even more if I knew she was watching us.

Candela’s voice pulled her out of her reverie and made her cheeks burn, as if the other woman had read her thoughts.

—What were you thinking about? You gave yourself a fright. I hope you don’t regret hiring me.

—No, not at all. I was thinking about which bedroom to put you in —she lied—. But it’s better if you choose.

—That’s impossible —the young woman laughed, loading the bags into the trunk—. If I could choose where to sleep, I’d sleep in your room and send Adrián to another one. Relax, it’s one of my jokes.

***

Adrián was waiting for them at the top of the stairs when they arrived. The three of them carried the suitcases upstairs, and Candela went straight into the kitchen, announcing spaghetti and breaded pork loin. She had put on a top that barely covered her chest —obviously with nothing underneath— and tiny shorts. Lorena watched her with undisguised admiration: for the brazenness, for the ease, and above all for that provocative outfit.

—Hey, gorgeous, I’ve got a question —Lorena said during lunch—. Yesterday were you dressed this comfortably too?

—Yes, why, doesn’t it look good? Outside the restaurant I like to dress light. If it bothers you, I’ll look for something more proper.

—It doesn’t bother us at all. And now I understand why Adrián looked at you like a pervert. If you were dressed like you are today, even I’d look at you that way.

Candela and Adrián exchanged a complicit glance and hid their smiles behind their forks. Lunch passed in a relaxed mood, enlivened by the easy conversation of that freckled redhead with enormous eyes who, minute by minute, was captivating her new bosses more and more.

***

After coffee, they went upstairs to put away the clothes. Adrián retreated to his office. Lorena went into the bedroom assigned to the young woman, next to hers, and opened one of the suitcases without asking permission, ready to help.

She was left speechless. Alongside a series of neatly arranged intimate garments —nightgowns, thongs with unmistakable shapes— there was a transparent toiletry bag. Inside, arranged with the same care, several dildos of different sizes and colors could be seen.

Lorena blushed violently when Candela came in and caught her staring at it, fascinated.

—Sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean to snoop —she stammered—. I only meant to help you put away your clothes.

—It’s nothing —the redhead said with disarming calm—. In that suitcase I’ve got what I used for my parties with a friend. Well, with my lover. I haven’t used it in a while.

She put the toys away carefully in a drawer and turned back with a smile full of intent.

—You know where they are. If you ever need one, don’t hesitate to take it. I always keep them clean and ready.

—No, no, I’ve got more than enough with Adrián —Lorena replied, flustered—. But someday you’ll have to explain to me how you use them.

She opened another suitcase. It was full of shorts, leggings, and tops, all in the same provocative style. She picked up one of the little pairs of shorts and held it up before her eyes.

—If you’re going to walk around the house every day in this, Adrián is going to be permanently hard —she said, laughing—. My husband’s quick on the trigger. In the end it’s going to turn out true that he ends up chasing after you like a satyr.

—Relax, I run fast —Candela played along—. But I don’t think a man with the woman he has is going to risk anything for a young girl. And that’s saying something, because I’m very easy on the eye.

—You’re right about that. Adrián is an open book to me. I know he’ll never try anything with you physically. But he’ll chase you with his eyes, and in his head he’ll give you every caress in the world.

—And doesn’t that bother you? —the redhead asked, looking at her curiously—. Him being with you while thinking about someone else.

—Getting rid of your troubles with a latex cock isn’t the same as with a real one —Lorena replied, holding her gaze—. A real one is infinitely better, because it’s alive. But to use it properly, it has to be hard. And if your ass is the reason for that hardness, then welcome it.

***

They finished unpacking the suitcases laughing, and took a long walk around the development so Candela could get to know the shops. On the way back, Lorena remembered something.

—I didn’t see any swimsuit among your things. If you feel like going for a swim, I’ll lend you one of mine.

—I didn’t think of that —the young woman laughed—. I go to nudist areas at the beach; I haven’t worn a swimsuit in years. But of course, it’s not exactly the plan to bathe naked in front of Adrián.

—Oh, don’t be such a prude. Go up to my bedroom and pick one —Lorena said, showing her mischievous side—. And we won’t tell Adrián anything, just to see the look on his face when he sees you appear.

Candela happily agreed. If Lorena was going to swim, she’d have to undress to put on the swimsuit too, and that meant the possibility of seeing her. She ran upstairs to leave her boots in her room and entered the marital bedroom without knocking.

What she saw left her frozen in place. Lorena was crouched down, rummaging in a drawer of the wardrobe, completely naked. Her firm buttocks swayed softly with the movement of her arms, hypnotic. The young woman stood openmouthed, fascinated by an image that far exceeded anything she had imagined.

Lorena straightened up with several items of clothing in her hand and, seeing Candela staring at her in rapture, unable to move a muscle, could not help smiling, flattered to the core. She felt powerful. And, before that girl who looked at her as if she were an apparition, she decided to seduce her even more, something she would never have dared to do with another woman.

Without covering herself, she showed her two tiny thongs, almost obscene, barely a thread and a triangle.

—Come on. They’re both brand new. You put on whichever one you like best and I’ll wear the other. I want to see Adrián’s face when he sees the two of us like this. And not just his face. I’m feeling especially naughty today.

—Just the panties? —Candela asked, beginning to undress to test Lorena’s reaction—. No bra?

—Just the panties —she confirmed, putting on the white one—. And don’t worry, Adrián won’t do anything to you. He’ll never ask you for anything unless you’re the one offering it to him.

—Fuck, it’s so small you can see my hairs —the young woman laughed, looking down at her crotch.

—It suits you perfectly. And it shows you’re a real redhead —Lorena replied, checking that, indeed, curls as red as her mane were peeking out—. You’re gorgeous. Come on, grab a robe and let’s go down to the pool. I’m dying to see the look on my husband’s face.

They went downstairs laughing, both of them almost naked beneath their half-open robes, fully aware of what they were about to provoke. And though neither said it aloud, the three pieces of that game were finally starting to fit together.