Читать книгу Aquiles... a curious straight - Gonzalo Narvreón - Страница 12

Aquiles began to emerge slowly from the deep sleep into which he had fallen and in which he had remained uninterrupted throughout the night. He looked at the alarm clock; it was eleven. He was surprised because he thought that unless something disturbed him, he would sleep past midday.

Marina had gotten up early, as she usually did, beyond her bedtime.

He walked to the bathroom, and after taking a bath and cleaning his teeth, he took a quick shower, went to the dressing room, and put on loose printed boxers and a T-shirt.

He went to the kitchen and saw that Marina was in the breakfast room, eating breakfast and reading the newspaper, sitting by the window, through which the sun was shining. He could see the blue sky, which was completely clear. It seems to be spectacular Sunday weather. For a moment, he thought about the proposal Adrián had made the night before, but he did not regret having stayed asleep and regained his energy.

Aquiles approached Marina and gave her a tender kiss on the lips.

Marina responded with a wet kiss that exploded with coffee flavor and grabbing the Aquiles’ dick with one hand.

“Peace... give me a break,” said Aquiles.

“I let you sleep all night without bothering you,” replied Marina.

Without replying, Aquiles grabbed a cup, poured himself white coffee, and took a croissant that looked incredibly tempting.

“We had a good time yesterday,” he said.

“Yes, it was a nice night,” replied Marina, and added, “I was a little surprised by the things Inés told us yesterday while we were alone in the kitchen… after so many years, I don't imagine why occurred to her to say to us such intimacies.

“What did she tell you?” asked Aquiles, between intrigued and worried about what Marina might have told them.

“She told us in great detail about the things they do with Adrián, the oral games with semen that they practice, the prostate massages... I don't know why, but I always imagined that Adrián surely was a dirty and lustful man in everything related to sex, maybe because he’s handsome, plus his attractive and rogue face. Instead, I always saw Inés as so timid that I didn’t image her so dirty. Maybe she was inspired by all we talked about the pregnancies, and then she went off to tell us,” said Marina.

Aquiles, who almost spat out the sip of coffee he was taking, said:

“Well... let's see... let's go by parts, so Adrián is a handsome man to you? OK… I hope you haven't told them what we do, or at least, not everything we do.”

“Yes, I think he's a handsome man... didn't I ever tell you? He's a beautiful and attractive guy like Félix and Marcos are. The truth is you're a nice quartet; I'm married, but I'm not blind,” answered Marina.

“Gosh... I hope I don't have to take care of my best friends,” said Aquiles sarcastically.

“Don't be silly... Besides, for the times I saw them in shorts, none of their dicks seems like yours,” said Marina laughing.

“Ah, but you're shameless! You've been watching my friends' bulges,” said Aquiles.

“And what's wrong with that? Surely, you didn't notice the tits and buttocks of their wives...!,” said Marina smiling.

Although the friends' wives had become sacred and untouchable women, it was a fact that Aquiles had well studied their backs and their tits. Even during Paula's and Sophie's pregnancies and lactation, the item “Tits” had been a conversation topic between them. Beyond highlighting the increase in size that their breasts had experienced, Marcos and Félix had told about the lustful they had experienced from sucking their tits and getting milk, an experience that Adrián and Aquiles had not yet had.

“Never...! My friends' wives are sacred, and I would never have thought to look at their buttocks or their tits,” answered Aquiles, laughing.

“Of course... sure,” said Marina.

Suddenly, without intending to, and after several years of marriage, Aquiles had just discovered a new side of his wife’s personality. Although he was not horrified, he was touch by the idea that she had been watching on his three best friends' bulges.

“I hope you haven't been airing our intimacies with them,” said Aquiles.

“Oh, come on, you're going to tell me that you don't talk about what you do or don't do in bed? If you have known each other since you were four years old and you tell each other about everything,” Marina said.

“I knew about Adrián and Inés, as well as a few things about Félix and Marcos, but I never told them that we have sex toys,” responded Aquiles.

“Are you ashamed of that? Can you be such a troglodyte to think that massaging your prostate will affect your masculinity because you enjoy using some sex toy? Do you think your friends don't use it?” said Marina bluntly.

Aquiles almost choked again. He never imagined that what had been a quiet Sunday awakening and a day that he projected as a peaceful one would have turned into a breakfast full of somewhat disturbing surprises.

“Did the girls tell you anything about sex toys?” Asked Aquiles, who was intrigued.

“No, nothing about that, and I didn't go so far as to tell him what we do, but get that Homo erectus mentality out of your head,” replied Marina.

Aquiles was aware that, beyond his open-mindedness, he maintained a "macho" structure and that the education he had received conditioned him, plus the social environment in which he moved. He thought it was spectacular that Marina had this open mind and felt very lucky to have her as a couple. However, if the day came when he decided to tell his friends about the kind of sexual practices he certainly enjoyed, he wanted to be the one to do it and not have them find out from their respective wives.

“I think I'll go for a swim before lunch,” said Aquiles, leaving the conversation, which at some point had made him uncomfortable.

“OK, go on, and then we'll go out for lunch,” said Marina.

Aquiles went to the dressing room, put on a black speedo, and over that, swimming short. He prepared a backpack with clothes to change into, a towel, took his flip-flops, and he went down to the pool.

As usual, he passed one or two people whom he greeted, took off his shorts, which he left on a deck chair, put on his swimming goggles, and dove into the warm water, where he swam for half an hour.

He returned to the apartment and went straight to get clothes to change into, as he had showered in the pool locker room. He looked for a blue bermudas, which combined with an antique pink sweater and nautical style shoes

Marina was ready, waiting for him in the breakfast room, with the lid of her notebook open. She looked beautiful, showing her long wet hair and hardly any makeup. She had put on a very colorful light dress, which exposed her firm shoulders and arms; she completed her look with white sandals.

Marina was the kind of woman who didn't need much makeup or accessories to look beautiful. Her style was simple; only her personality was enough to make a presence, so she didn't need many gadgets to attract attention.

Unless she required a more formal look due to work issues, her style was that of low shoes, without heels, or excessive supplements.

“Come on,” said Aquiles.

“Let's go,” replied Marina.

They went to the garage and left, searching for a restaurant near the river.

They spent the rest of the afternoon in the open air, enjoying the excellent weather and talking about what Aquiles had said on Saturday morning.

They had a decision taken. Marina used her Medical Assistance app on her cell phone to make an appointment with her gynecologist. Surprisingly, she had found one for the next day, which is not often that happens. To speed up the process, Aquiles did the same as to see his clinician, as their doctors would surely ask them for routine clinical tests before becoming pregnant.

In the evening, they returned to the apartment, snacked on something leftover from Saturday night in the refrigerator, took a shower, and went to bed, where they stayed in each other's arms, watching TV until they fell asleep.