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Dália's Day
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Mr.X First date
My mouth is taken by an intense kiss, being finished with a generous bite on my lower lip, which makes me open my eyes, finding Carlos' browns. I run my fingers through your hair, pulling your head back and so bite your chin. He returns to take my lips harder at the same time as I groan and I feel a mouth sucking my clitoris. I face Carlos, who keeps kissing me: how could it be possible to be kissing my husband while I feel an avid mouth touching my vulva? I move away from her lips and then bend over to find a black hair with gray hair. Then Mr.X lifts her face from the middle of my legs. I widen my eyes and face my husband trying to say something, but he puts his fingers on my lips saying:— Enjoy, Dália Penedo.He retakes my lips until it takes my breath away. After that, Carlos walks away, taking off his underwear and bringing his erect limb towards me. I can’t resist and start sucking it with the same intensity that X still invested in me. My husband groaned with pleasure while ex
Mr.X Control
***My husband keeps talking to me in the car, but I don’t pay much attention, I’m still thinking about what happened at the restaurant. I can swear I saw X and he saw me, or I’m going completely crazy. Anyway, I can’t let him come back into my life. Suddenly a wave of vibrations invades my panties making me close my thighs. I face Carlos and he has his hand in the pocket of the suit looking forward. However, the vibrations are intensified by my clitoris. I look at my husband once more as I try to get his attention. I hold his hand as I beg:— Please stop... I won’t be able to control myself.I was afraid that the taxi driver would notice what was happening to me. I managed to disguise it well, despite the sighs and the bites on my lips. The lust in Carlos' eyes, however, was visible. The first orgasm came after about 30 minutes of stimulation and the second came next. As I squirmed with pleasure, he stood there, just watching my orgasms.When we finally arrived at our address, it lea
Mr.X To us
After an intense weekend, I returned to my routine. I get up, tidy up Juan and wait for Nina to arrive to be able to work. As soon as I get to work, I sit in my seat, listening to the girls talk about their weekends, while I just smile and say it was like any other weekend. I did not dare to tell them that I had an almost perfect weekend, if not for the refusal of Carlos to enter the apartment. Again I concentrate on my work when the courier entered the room with a vase of tulips entered the real estate:— Dalia Penedo. - Asks the boy looking at us.— Yes, I am. - I answer by lifting from the table.— Sign here. - Ask the boy. I sign the receipt, and then he hands me the vase with a card. — Have a good day.I open the envelope, knowing who those tulips belonged to. I read the card as follows:Thank you for the wonderful weekend.Will you join me for lunch?Carlos.I smile at the ticket and then go back to my desk, putting the vase of tulips positioned behind the photo of my son. The g
Mr.X Dating
After the "dating request" our dynamic changed. Carlos started to pick me up at home and take me to work. We spent the course talking about all subjects. In front of work, he always made sure to go down and open the door for me, being compensated with a kiss that made the girls sigh from the glass. We also had lunch together, each day in a different restaurant and preferably one that I had not gone to. I was becoming suspicious that Carlos wanted to fatten me while he was well-defined. Every lunch I promised myself I’d join the academy. At the end of the day he always appeared with a flower in his hands and when he leaves me at the door of the building he always kissed me with a taste of longing.I felt completely happy, at least it was like that for about three months, when my boss called me back into his room with an ultimatum: Either I sold a house, or it was street. No more. And by the look on his face, I believed him.That’s what I was thinking as Carlos took me home. I looked ou
Mr.X Affaires à part
I keep staring, seriously. I can’t believe what my eyes see. I cross my arms and take a deep breath, at the same time, in which I repeat:— What are you doing here?— I’m here to do what you said.— Carlos, fulfill what? - I ask without understanding. I run my hand through my hair and say. — Look, I have no time to waste...— I’m here to help you.— Help with what?— Dalia, you said yesterday you needed to sell a property, or you’d be on the street. So I had an idea.— You who called the real estate agency and made that appointment? - I ask, irritated.— Yeah. Like I said...— Carlos! - I mean, serious. I hold his arm and take him as far away from the reception. I stop in front of him and continue. — You shouldn’t have done that.— What do you mean? Why not?— Do you have any idea how much this apartment costs?— EUR 2 million, 600 thousand. - Carlos answers calmly.— Exactly! We do not have that money! Even if we sold ours, we would reach the entrance of this. - I speak, sitting in o
Mr.X Regards to the Chief
The real estate girls were so focused that they didn’t even notice when I opened the door and walked in with firm steps. They watched me walk towards the bell and swing with all my anger: yes, I sold the 2 million euro apartment! Mr. Suarez came out of his office at the break to see who rang the bell and then saw me. He leaned against the door and clapped his hands, saying:— Congratulations, and may this contract be the first of many.— Yes, this one is just the beginning. - I say, smiling.***And it really was. Bernard and his wife loved the apartment so much that they indicated me to other acquaintances who indicated me to other acquaintances and so I in two months set up a portfolio with new clients and gained more space in real estate , impressing not only my boss, as well as the brokers. Now, the properties I represented were worth around ten million euros, mansions that were sold exclusively by Suarez. It was this new portfolio that I was looking at when my phone rang:— Hello
Mr.X Between us
Carlos drives my car towards our house. I hold his hand as I tuck my head into his shoulder. I was already hopeless about my husband coming home. He parks in our parking space and then helps me get out of the vehicle, closing my door. I do not resist and pull him against my body kissing him intensely. My cheeky hand slips into her pants, slightly squeezing her penis. He puts his hand over mine, holding it, as he faces me saying:— Dalia...— What? - whisper biting the lobe of his ear and then nibbling his neck, making him shiver. He pulls me away and it irritates me. — I told you I love you… What else do I need to do to get into bed with you?— Love, there are cameras... – Explains Carlos, looking towards one of them. Then he looks towards a car where an elderly couple comes down. — And neighbors.— And since when do you care about having an audience? - I ask with a sly smile on my lips.— Since we are parents. - Carlos replies, kissing my forehead.He holds my hand and then takes me
Mr.X Another Day
***After the small incident on the subway, I decided to take a taxi home. As soon as I arrive on the floor I can already smell the grilled salmon that my husband is probably preparing. I open the door to the house and walk towards the room, where I find Juan playing quietly. He faces me and then lifts one of his hands saying:— Mama...I stop in the middle of the room without believing what my ears heard: My son called me mom in Spanish. He gets up from the ground and walks towards me still repeating "Mama". I kneel in front of him and hug him tight letting the tears dominate my face. At almost two years old, finally, my son called me Mom, in his way, but said. Carlos then appears in the room with the biggest smile on his face:— Ah, I don’t believe Juan that you spoiled the surprise for his mother.— How? When did that happen? - I ask Carlos to put Juan in my lap.— Today in the park. - Carlos says wiping his hands on the cloth and then kisses me. — I watched some videos about speec
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After leaving my children with the nanny and taking a shower, I head to the address of the summons, which happens to be Elson's office address. I press the elevator button that takes me to the penultimate floor in a matter of seconds. The panoramic view of the city welcomes me, and then I approach the receptionist:"Good morning, I'm Dália Penedo Salazar and I received a summons for today.""Good morning, Mrs. Salazar. Just a moment to inform Dr. Elson that you're here" says the receptionist.She smiles in my direction, raises her index finger, and then turns to speak on the phone. The receptionist exchanges a few words amid fake giggles and hair tosses, then turns to me, saying:"Dr. Elson is waiting for you in the conference room. Please follow me."She stands up from her seat, adjusting her tight but elegant purple dress, making me question my choice of wearing wide-legged pants and a white shirt. The receptionist says a few things, but I don't retain anything in my mind because al
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My eyes search X's face for any trace of falsehood. His jaw is relaxed, and his eyes are serene... He turns towards the table where he tossed the envelope and retrieves it. Then he turns towards me, holding it up in my direction.“Open it, so you can confirm what I'm telling you,” he says.I take the envelope while taking a deep breath. My trembling hands struggle to tear the paper... or some greater force didn't want me to discover the truth. I press harder, and finally, it gives way, allowing me to see the report that I unfold calmly. There it is: according to the examination conducted using Carlos's blood, Juan was his son. I breathe a sigh of relief, but then the feeling of regret hits me. I could have avoided the dinner with Carlos if I had opened that damned envelope.“So? Am I right or not?” X asks.“You are,” I whisper as I let my body slide into one of the chairs. I stare at X and then ask what came to my mind. “How is that possible?”“I was born with a lack of reproductive d
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“What? How? When?”The sommelier approaches with our waters, pouring them into our glasses while pretending not to notice my tear-streaked face and the tense atmosphere. How did my husband know everything? How? I couldn't comprehend...“Africa,” Carlos reveals, withdrawing his hand from mine and then sliding his fingers through the cutlery without looking at me. “You always had the terrible habit of leaving your things open. When you traveled, I decided to use the home computer for work... I saw it all. Your conversations, your emails, you're asking him to call you...”“Why didn't you...?”“Why didn't I tell you? Or why didn't I leave you when I found out?” Carlos questions, thoughtful. “Simple, I loved you, Dália. When I read everything, I felt guilty. I threw you into his arms, but I wasn't ready to lose you... Give up on you. I was sincere when I showed up in Africa. I really wanted to be the husband you deserved, because if I could manage that, I knew I'd forget that man once and
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I spun the envelope in my hands. I had buried that desire to know who Juan's father was many years ago, even now with everything that's happening. However, as they say, the truth always comes out. My fingers would glide over the edges in a simple gesture, and everything would be revealed. All it would take is my fingers coming together and tearing open the edge, and that's it. Simple... easy... Yet, I didn't feel like I was the one who should open the envelope. I didn't feel entitled to do so. I take a deep breath and then place it on my coffee table. Furthermore, I stand up and walk to the hallway, where I grab my purse, open it, and take out my cell phone. I scroll through my call list until I reach a specific number—the number of the person I believe has the right to know. After a few rings, the line is answered.“Hello?”“Hi, Carlos,” I say calmly.“Is something wrong?” Carlos asks, concerned.“We need to talk...”“Dália, if it's about the summons, know that it's for the best this
