Читать книгу Aquiles... a curious straight - Gonzalo Narvreón - Страница 9

Aquiles opened his eyes and slowly began to remember what had happened during the previous night, plus the recent morning sex session. He noticed that the sheet barely covered his groin and that part of his left leg was hanging outside the bed. He woke up and settled down on the mattress; he stretched out one arm looking for Marina and realized that he was alone; he turned his head to look at the alarm clock. It was half-past one in the afternoon. Rest, sex, and more rest had consumed Saturday morning.

On Saturday afternoons, as a rigorous rite, he would meet up to play football with his group of friends, some of them from his childhood and others who had joined during life. They used to be the same ones unless one could not attend, and another person replaced him.

He lay there, looking up at the ceiling, and for a moment, he thought of not getting up. He felt exhausted and enjoyed that laziness moment.

Aquiles came from an upper-middle-class family, living in the northern area of Buenos Aires suburbs; he had studied in an English school, where he had met his closest friends.

After finishing his high school studies, he had studied Economics at Buenos Aires University and decided to travel abroad to pursue a postgraduate degree in management.

He had been fortunate enough to travel a lot. After working in different jobs, he had managed to become independent and set up his consulting firm together with Marcos, one of his childhood friends, who had also become a partner.

He met Marina at a private event to which mutual friends had invited them. The crush was instantaneous and reciprocal, love at first sight. Ten years had already passed since that moment, and they had not separated anymore.

Marina's story was very similar to Aquiles', the same area, similar schools, and similar family situations. Marina had specialized in Marketing and had her own consulting firm and Karina, her friend and partner.

Their careers kept them living under an intense schedule, so they had to put off raising a family. It was a talked and decided issue. They both wanted to have children, but they were focusing energy on work. The years had passed, and they knew they had no more margin-left to get pregnant.

Aquiles stayed stuck in that thought; he felt satisfied because of the way his life was going. Besides his academic background and work achievements, nature had benefited him with an attractive face and a good physique that had been cared for keeping by dint of exercise and sports since he was young. If anything was still pending, it was to live the experience of being fathering. It was time; Aquiles wanted to start a family.

He heard that Marina was coming and saw her entering the room with a smile drawn on his face, still wearing her robe and wet hair. She was carrying a tray of fruit, toast, and orange juice, and Aquiles perceived the smell of freshly brewed coffee.

He couldn't be so lucky. He led an affluent life that shared with a beautiful woman he loved and who loved him.

Marina rested the tray on the bed and sat down next to Aquiles, approached, and gave him a tender kiss on the lips.

Despite having sex last night and a few hours ago, entering the bedroom and having seen her husband lying on the bed, face-up, with the sheet between both hairy and muscular legs just covering his groin, exposing his muscular torso populated with hairy and pensive, ranged her hormones again.

Marina enjoys having sex with Aquiles, and except for some fantasy she even shared with him while they were having sex, she'd never thought of having sex with another man. In Aquiles, she found and had everything she needed and gave him everything he wanted to make him happy and for his pleasure.

“Good morning, love,” said Aquiles, smiling and patting her on the face with the palm of his hand and keep on saying:

“What a good service last night, this morning, and now, you add this."

Marina responded with a mischievous smile.

Aquiles stood up and sat down, resting on the back of the bed. He took a glass of juice and spread some toast with cream cheese, accompanied by slices of cheese and coffee with milk.

“What were you thinking, looking at the ceiling so concentrated?” asked Marina.

“I was thinking about all I have done and am I doing, how lucky I am and how much I want to have a family, and I think it's time we decided about that,” answered Aquiles.

The Aquiles’ response surprised Marina; although it was a pending issue, she did not expect such a proposal at the time. Despite the surprise, she felt as if her body had interpreted Aquiles' words correctly and that, like a hormonal explosion, it was already preparing to face the changes to come.

She could feel her vagina starting to get wet and that her nipples got hardened. Her body was moving forward faster than her head was.

He stared at Aquiles, grabbed the sheet that covered his pelvis, and pulled it back, leaving him completely naked.

He turned and sat down in front of him, between his legs.

“Do you want us to start just right now?” said Marina, giving him a tremendous kiss and sticking her tongue in Aquiles’ mouth until she almost chokes him.

Aquiles did not expect such a reaction, he had only answered Marina's question, and in any case, he was only interested in continuing with his branch and talk about children.

“Stop it, love, let me breathe,” said Aquiles, trying to separate his mouth from Marina's, and continued saying, “I have to get up; friends are waiting for me to play.

“I want to play too... let's play for a while,” replied Marina, who, without giving him a chance to escape, began to descend with her tongue running along Aquiles' hairy chest, reaching his navel, his pelvis, and his flaccid dick, still was covered by dry fluids. She could perceive the characteristic aroma of the semen and her own nectar. She felt excited, as she had rarely been.

Aquiles tried to escape and wanted to get up, but Marina did not let him.

“Love, really... tonight we’ll do it,” Aquiles insisted.

Marina had no intention of stopping and began to lick his scrotum, knowing that it was one of Aquiles' greatest weaknesses.

“You're a son of a bitch,” said Aquiles, turning himself over to the nymphomaniac his wife seemed to have become.

“Make me a son,” said Marina, knowing that it would not be possible because she had an IUD and had to see her gynecologist, so have it removed.

Marina began to suck him, making Aquiles' dick turn completely erect and rigid.

As she had done in the morning, but directly, she sat on Aquiles, took his dick, inserted it into her vagina while she held her breasts with both hands, and concentrated on her own pleasure.

Aquiles was surrendered and felt subdued like never. Marina had taken the initiative and was determined to satisfy her desires, no matter how, or anything else than her own pleasure.

She began to move with a constant up and down, which became more and more intense.

Despite his tiredness, Marina's words, “Make me a son...” excited Aquiles. Notwithstanding the previous sessions, he felt that his penis was erect and that he was responding to his wife's desires, but he didn't plan to make an effort to move; he just didn't have the energy to do it. Marina started to moan and to get out of control. Suddenly, an orgasm invaded her and made her scream. Aquiles felt the vaginal muscles' contractions squeezing his dick and perceived the state of extreme lubrication of Marina's vagina.

He concentrated on his orgasm and on ejaculating.

Aquiles felt that he no longer had control and that his sperm had begun the glans journey.

He emitted a cut-off groan, arched his back, and, sinking his head into the pillow, felt his semen begin to flow. Definitely, it wasn't the best orgasm of his life, but it was pleasant.

“My love,” exclaimed Marina, who, without letting Aquiles finish, stood up and went with her mouth searching for the erect and wet dick of her male. Aquiles felt faint with pleasure and perceived that he was ejaculating a new spurt of semen, which Marina tasted as if it were ice cream. She continued to suck on it until she was sure there was nothing left to take out.

Aquiles began to feel spasms that made him tremble. His glans was very sensitive, and it was the fourth ejaculation experienced in less than twenty-four hours, two on Friday and one just a few hours ago, plus the recent one.

“Enough love, I've had it, and I've to go,” Aquiles said, in a pleading tone.

Marina stood over him again and took in both hands Aquiles' face; she brought her mouth close to his, and in a very lustful way, let a mixture of saliva and semen start to fall. Aquiles tried to dodge the flow of fluids, but he couldn't do it.

Although it was not a common practice, on some occasions, with Marina's mouth full of semen, they exchanged white kisses; even after he had ejaculated into her, Aquiles had cleaned with his tongue Marinas’ vagina.

Marina continued what she had started, giving him a deep kiss, making Aquiles swallow his own semen, and as if nothing had happened, she stood up.

“Now you can go and play football with your friends,” she said, with a smile drew on her face, and getting up to go to the bathroom.

Aquiles stood up, walked past Marina, and touching her buttocks, said:

“You're a very, very whore...” and without giving her time to respond, he went on his way to the bathroom to take a shower and take off the smell of sex impregnated over his entire body.