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

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

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

She went over, kissed him at the corner of the mouth, and asked cautiously:

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

—Look, I’ll admit the girl is smart, friendly, and cooks better than well —he said, weighing each 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, huh? 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. 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 can we ask for?

—I don’t know —he answered, disguising his satisfaction at seeing her work so hard to convince him—. She’s too pretty. Sooner or later she could really win you over, especially living under the same roof.

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

—She herself told me she’d get along with me well, better than with you —Adrián gloated—. Because she doesn’t like me, obviously. She says she’d see me as an older brother. Maybe she only said that so I wouldn’t object to 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—. She leaves her job and then we throw her out on the street? 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 next room.

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

She took him by the hand and pulled him toward the bedroom. As soon as they crossed the doorway, Lorena pushed him against the wall and drove her tongue into his mouth while yanking his pants open. She pulled his boxer briefs down without ceremony and Adrián’s cock sprang free already half-hard, thick, heavy, throbbing against her palm.

—What a cock you’ve got today, darling —she whispered in his ear, squeezing the head in her fist—. You’ve gotten me this hard by imagining the redhead, haven’t you? Admit it, bastard.

—I only think of you —he gasped, while Lorena dropped to her knees onto the carpet.

—Liar —she laughed, and took his cock all the way down to her throat.

Adrián let out a rough groan. Lorena sucked hungrily, licking from the base to the head, spitting saliva over the tip to make her hand slide better, pulling it out of her mouth only to run the foreskin along her cheek and take it back in. She licked his balls one by one, took them into her mouth, tugged at them with her lips. Adrián grabbed her mane and started fucking her face, smashing the head against the back of her throat until tears sprang to her eyes and a thread of spit hung down to her tits.

—Stop, stop —he panted—. I’m gonna cum.

Lorena stood up, took off her skirt and thong in two movements, climbed onto the bed on all fours and showed him her cunt, already soaking wet, shining between her thighs.

—Put it in already, don’t make me wait. Put it in all the way.

Adrián positioned himself behind her and drove into her in one brutal thrust, all the way to the balls. Lorena screamed with pleasure and buried her face in the pillow. He grabbed her by the hips and started fucking her hard, slamming his pelvis into her ass with a wet smack that filled the bedroom. He gave her a sharp slap on the right cheek, then the left, leaving her skin red.

—Like that, like that, harder, don’t stop —Lorena growled—. Deeper, darling, tear my cunt apart.

He turned her onto her back, spread her legs wide open and buried himself in her to the hilt again. He sucked her nipples, bit them, while he fucked her with an increasingly rough rhythm. Lorena arched, clutched the sheets, tightened her cunt around his cock like a vice. When she felt he was about to blow, she pushed him away, climbed on top of him and started riding him, turning her back so he could watch her ass bouncing on his shaft.

—Cum inside me —she ordered—. Fill my cunt with your cream.

Adrián exploded with a roar, gripping her hips, emptying himself in hot spurts inside her. Lorena came just after, trembling, collapsing onto his chest with ragged breathing and semen sliding between her thighs. That night, after dinner, they found each other again in the dark and he fucked her slowly once more, face-up, while she bit his neck and whispered filthy things in his ear.

***

The next morning, as soon as she got to the law firm, Lorena texted Candela to come by 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 answered, with a calculating edge 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 was looking at me yesterday like a pervert. I’m afraid that if we’re alone in the house, he’ll try something.

Lorena stared at her, stunned, and 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. But what he was trying to do was scare you. And do you know why? Because he’s jealous of you.

—Of me? —Candela asked, with a face that looked innocent as a dove—. Does he think I’ve got a chance with you?

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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 girl is mad about me. There’ll come a day when, while Adrián is fucking me, she’ll be on the other side of the wall hearing me moan like a bitch. That turns me on. And it’d turn me on even more if I knew she was watching us while she had her fingers in her cunt.

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, that you jumped? 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 you choose.

—That’s impossible —the young woman laughed, loading the bags into the trunk—. If I could choose where to sleep, it would be in your bed, with my face buried between your legs, and I’d send Adrián to another one. Don’t worry, that’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 headed straight into the kitchen, announcing spaghetti and breaded pork loin. She was wearing a top that barely covered her chest —clearly nothing underneath, with her nipples hard against the fabric— and tiny shorts that ate into her ass and outlined her cunt in front. Lorena watched her with unabashed admiration: for her boldness, for her ease, and above all for that provocative outfit.

—Hey, gorgeous, a question —Lorena said during the meal—. Yesterday were you dressed that comfortably too?

—Yes, don’t you like it? Outside the restaurant I like to go light. If it makes you uncomfortable, I can find something more modest.

—It doesn’t make us uncomfortable 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. The meal went on in a relaxed mood, animated by the easy conversation of that freckled redhead with huge eyes who, minute by minute, captivated her new employers more and more.

***

After coffee, they went upstairs to put away the clothes. Adrián withdrew 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 —sheer nightgowns, thread thongs that barely covered anything, black garter belts— there was a transparent toiletry bag. Inside, organized with the same care, several vibrators of different sizes and colors could be seen: one huge, veined, with testicles; another thinner and curved for the G-spot; a vibrating egg; a double harness, and a metal anal plug.

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 just wanted to help you put the clothes away.

—It’s fine —the redhead said with disarming calm—. In that suitcase I’ve got the things I used for my parties with a friend. Well, with my lover. She loved it when I tied her hands to the headboard and fucked her cunt with the harness while I put the plug in her ass. I haven’t used them in a while.

She put the toys away in a drawer with utmost care 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. And this one —she said, lifting the thickest one— I especially recommend. It reaches places nothing else reaches.

—No, no, with Adrián I’ve got more than enough —Lorena replied, flustered, but unable to look away from the dildo—. But one day you’ll have to explain to me how you use them.

—Whenever you want, I’ll give you a demonstration —the redhead replied, looking her straight in the eyes without blinking—. Live, or just by telling you about it. Whatever you prefer.

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

—If you’re going to wear this around the house every day, Adrián is going to have a permanent hard-on —she said, laughing—. My husband is easy to trigger. In the end it’ll turn out to be true that he ends up chasing 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. Even if I am easy on the eyes.

—You’ve got a point there. Adrián is an open book to me. I know he’ll never try anything with you physically. But visually he’ll chase you, and in his head he’ll have fucked you through all three holes a thousand times before the week is over.

—And that doesn’t bother you? —the redhead asked, looking at her curiously—. Him cumming inside you while thinking about another woman’s cunt.

—It’s not the same to take the edge off with a latex dick as with a real one —Lorena replied, holding her gaze—. A real one is infinitely better, because it’s alive, it throbs, it spits hot cream. But to use it right, it has to be hard as a rock. And if your ass is the reason for that hardness, all the better. I get the benefit of the erection and I keep the load.

Candela bit her lip and didn’t answer, but Lorena saw her nipples harden even more beneath the top.

***

They finished unpacking between laughs 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 swimming, I’ll lend you one of mine.

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

—Come on, don’t be such a prude. Go up to my bedroom and pick one —Lorena said, letting her mischievous side out—. And we won’t tell Adrián anything, to see what face he makes when he sees you show up.

Candela agreed delightedly. If Lorena was planning to bathe, she’d also have to undress to put on the swimsuit, and that meant the chance to see her. She ran upstairs to leave her boots in her room and entered the marital bedroom without knocking.

What she saw froze her in place. Lorena was bent over, rummaging in a drawer of the wardrobe, completely naked. Her firm buttocks swayed softly with the movement of her arms, hypnotic, and between her parted legs peeped her shaved cunt, with the lips slightly swollen and glossy. The young woman stood there open-mouthed, fascinated by an image that far surpassed anything she had imagined; she felt her pulse race between her thighs and the moisture suddenly soaking the seam of her shorts.

Lorena straightened up with several items in her hand and, upon seeing Candela watching her ecstatically, unable to move a muscle, she couldn’t help smiling, flattered to the core. She felt powerful. She turned to face her without covering her breasts, letting the redhead run her gaze over her pink nipples and the shaved patch of her pubis. And, before that girl who looked at her as if she were an apparition, she set out to seduce her even more, something she would never have dared to do with any other woman.

Uncovered, she showed her two tiny thongs, almost obscene, barely a string and a triangle that wouldn’t cover even half a cunt.

—Go on. Both are brand new. You put on the one you like best and I’ll wear the other. I want to see Adrián’s face when he sees us both like this. And not just his face, I want to see the bulge in his swimsuit. I’m feeling particularly naughty today.

—Just the panties? —Candela asked, starting to undress slowly to check Lorena’s reaction—. No bra?

She took her top off over her head and revealed two medium-sized tits, white and freckled, with pink, erect nipples pointing at the ceiling. She took off her shorts unhurriedly, sliding them down her hips, and removed them over her ankles. Underneath she wore nothing. Her cunt, topped by a triangle of red curls, opened slightly with arousal, showing the glossy pink inside.

Lorena, who had promised herself not to look, couldn’t help it. She swallowed.

—Just the panties —she confirmed, her voice a little hoarse, putting on the white one, which barely covered her slit—. And don’t worry, Adrián won’t do anything to you. He’ll never ask you for anything unless you offer it to him yourself.

—Fuck, it’s so tiny I can see the little hairs —the young woman laughed, looking down at her crotch and running a finger along the edge of the string, grazing her clit almost.

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

They went down the stairs laughing, both nearly naked beneath their open robes, with their nipples brushing against the silk and the dampness marking the fabric between their thighs, fully aware of what they were about to provoke. And, though neither of them said it out loud, the three pieces of that game were finally starting to fit together.