Chapter 19

I could’ve kept going easy. But there… it was fucked up. With Fernando wanting to fuck me over all the time — and not in the good way — I couldn’t give him much rope. I even tried to push forward, but it was Manu who shut me down. She gave me a well-deserved chewing out, with that sly and firm vibe only she has.

We left the room like two model pros. She headed straight for the bathroom, and I went out to the hallway, pretending to be on the phone. The plan was simple: let Manu wash off the scent of the crime while I distracted the vultures. I could hold out a bit longer. Because, in their heads, coming out of a locked room and heading straight to make a call in the hallway… that’d mean something we were doing behind their backs professionally.

And of course… who shows up? Clara. Sneaky, fake, nosy. She crept up like she was “just passing by,” and caught me there, talking on the phone — or faking it real good.

It worked.

In their minds, I’d just hidden a body. Or sealed some secret deal with the big boss. They’d spend the whole week trying to figure out what it meant.

And meanwhile… I felt something screaming between my legs.

When the workday ended, I went straight home. Manu had class, and I still had to face Tommy. As I walked in, the smell of hot food already filled the air. The house wasn’t exactly tidy, but at least it didn’t look like total chaos. He’d straightened up a bit with the cleaning, and dinner was ready.

That’s one thing I always gave him credit for: Tommy knew how to cook. And he did it well. It was the kind of thing he put real effort into, and he wouldn’t let me cook — he insisted on doing it all himself.

I kicked off my shoes, slipped on my flip-flops, and headed straight for the couch. The house smelled like roasted meat, garlic, good seasoning — the kind of aroma that sticks to the walls and makes everything feel like a lazy Sunday. The mess was moderate. He’d done the bare minimum. And cooking, I could never deny: he was damn good at it. It was the kind of quiet care he still offered, even when we didn’t know how to talk anymore.

I sank into the couch and started flipping through channels without really watching. Just the noise of voices changing, the light flickering on the screen, and me trying to distract my brain. He walked past me from the bedroom, T-shirt wrinkled, face like he’d spent the whole day gaming.

” Hey. Everything good?” he asked, without stopping.

” Everything’s… ” I replied without turning my face. And added, in a neutral tone: ” And you?”

” Uh-huh. Made roast beef.”

” I know. The smell’s all over the house. No way you could hide that from me.”

He gave a half-smile, barely noticeable, and went to grab the plates. We sat on the couch, each with our food in our laps, TV on some random show. We ate and chewed in a silence that was too comfortable for two strangers and too uncomfortable for a couple.

I didn’t want to start any conversation. But the silence pressed on me in an unbearable way. It was an impulse, a word stuck in my throat that jumped out without permission:

” I’m gonna meet up with him this week… that cool?”

He didn’t answer right away. He kept chewing. He stared at the screen like he’d lost interest in what was on, but didn’t have the guts to look at me.

” Sure.” he said finally. ” And when’s it gonna be?”

” Maybe tomorrow… or Wednesday. I gotta check with him first.”

He nodded, eyes still on the TV. He poked at his plate with his fork, like it was just another logistics update. But I saw how his shoulders tensed up. The silence got heavier. Thicker.

I kept eating, pretending it was all normal. Like that sentence hadn’t stabbed right through me. Like it didn’t hurt to say it out loud. Like it didn’t hurt even more to hear his response — that fake indifference dressed up as acceptance.

But then, he dropped:

” Why not bring him here?”

The question came out dry, direct, but loaded with something I couldn’t name right then. I looked up at him, suspicious.

” Fuck, Tommy… that’s random as hell.”

” You think I’d cockblock your fuck?”

” That’s not it.” I took a deep breath. ” It’s just he wouldn’t want to, right?”

Silence.

” Watching would be fucking hot.” he said, like he was talking about a new music video, not me getting railed by another guy in front of him.

I stopped eating. Set my plate on the arm of the couch and stared him down.

” Yeah… it would be. But he’s not coming here.” My tone was pure sarcasm.

He shrugged, like it was no big deal.

” Ask him if he wants to.”

” No, Tommy.” I said firmly, leaning back again. ” That’d be way too weird.”

He finished eating, grabbed my plate without a word, and headed to the kitchen. I knew if I didn’t wash it later, that plate wouldn’t see water until the next day when I got home from work. So, to avoid pissing myself off, I went straight to the bathroom.

In the shower, the hot water ran down my back while my head spun in circles. The idea of Tommy watching me wouldn’t leave my mind. What would it be like? Fucking knowing he was there, standing still, just watching? I’d be embarrassed for sure. Totally. It was different from being with Manu, because she was right there with me, in the heat, in the touch. She was part of it. He… he’d just be the eyes. And even so, it gave me chills.

It was Tommy. My husband. Or ex. Who knows. We still shared the roof, the bathroom. We still shared that kind of affection you don’t name anymore, but it’s still there. And that’s why… it was weird. And at the same time, so strangely hot.

” What if suddenly… I fucked both of them?”

The thought hit me hard in the middle of my mind. My hand stopped soaping my body. I froze, staring at the bathroom tile like it would answer.

” Imagine…”

One on each side. Both looking at me, touching me, wanting me. Tommy lying there, watching up close, with that hungry, restrained look. The other guy taking me from behind, hard, while I rode with my chest heaving, moans choking in my throat. And Manu… maybe there too. Maybe watching. Maybe calling the shots. Me on all fours, getting stretched open, used, moaning loud without shame, all eyes on me.

I’d be the biggest slut on the planet. No doubt. But… so what?

Just thinking about it, my body reacted. The hot water hid it, but I knew. My tits ached with need, my belly throbbed. My pussy pulsed, even without a touch. I ran my hand over it lightly and felt how wet it was. Hot. Dripping.

I shook my head, slapped myself trying to force the thought out, rinsed off, and got out of the shower. I grabbed a towel, wrapped it around me, picked up my phone, and made a call.

You know who to.

I called. He picked up on the second ring.

” Everything good?”

His voice came quick, direct. Like he’d been waiting for me.

” Hey. Not letting Monday slide, huh?”

The question was a disguised jab. He knew. He’d sensed my desperation. Sensed that I wanted it. That I hadn’t been able to wait as long as I promised.

” Monday’s over, buddy. It’s almost nine at night!” I replied with a smirky laugh. ” I’m an organized woman.”

He chuckled low, and in his tone, you could already feel the vibe heating up.

” So… when do I see you? Tomorrow?”

” Tomorrow?” I repeated, pausing dramatically like I was really checking a packed schedule. ” Tomorrow I don’t have any commitments.”

” I can do tomorrow. But… where we going?”

And that’s when the awkward part hit. I still lived with Tommy. And even though things were winding down, showing up around here with another guy was still… complicated.

” Don’t know.” I said, like I was tossing out a tease. ” Up to you.”

I paused for a second, just to feel the tension in the silence. And to make it all crystal clear, I shot out in a low voice, loaded with double meaning:

” Your place, maybe?”

” I got people living with me…” he replied with that inward laugh in his tone. ” If you weren’t so loud…”

” My husband’s here at home. Wanna come?” I threw out, like baiting a hook. I didn’t really want him to come for real, not yet. I wanted to see what he’d say.

” Look… I’d even do it. But… isn’t it kinda soon for that? Would be pretty weird, right?”

” Totally. Super weird.” I replied, letting the words hang in the air a bit. ” But believe it or not, it was his idea. He straight-up said you could come.”

Silence. One of those that crackles on the other end of the line.

” Wait…” he said slowly. ” You’re suggesting another threesome, but with your husband?”

” No! God no!” I shot back right away, laughing, but feeling my heart squeeze.

” Alright…” he laughed too. ” But if that was it, you’d just need to say so. Then I’d think it over and psych myself up.”

” Ridiculous.” I said, but with the grin plain in my voice.

And deep down… the weirdest part was that the whole crazy, twisted conversation was making me even wetter.

” We grab a motel, eat something somewhere… and head there.” he suggested, like it was the most natural plan in the world.

” God… you must think I’m such a slut, right?”

” Look… I’ll be straight with you.” he gave a light laugh before going on. ” If I hadn’t talked to you and Manu, maybe I would. But now… the situation’s pretty clear to me.”

” Clear?” I repeated, half in disbelief. ” Because, honestly… to me, nothing’s clear.”

” It’s just… the way I see it, you got some freedom. A space. A chance to experiment. And things started happening fast. That’s all. Enjoy it.”

” Enjoy it…” I murmured, with a crooked smile in my voice. ” Enjoy it… especially if it’s with you, huh, you dirty boy?”

” Exactly that.” he replied, with that smug little chuckle that pissed me off… and turned me on.

And me, on the other end, already felt my thighs squeezing together, trying to hold back the obvious: that fucking lust again.

It was set.