Chapter 9

My tongue has been licking my seventy-year-old husband's hardened penis for forty minutes. Filomeno has not stopped moaning and screaming with each suck I give him on his testicles, which today are tremendously full and hot. His semen does not want to come out despite my stimulation. With age, my husband is no longer able to expel it quickly and gets depressed if he realizes that he does not do so even with oral sex. Personally, it does not bother me, but it seems that it affects men. With eighteen years of marriage and four children, it would be foolish to say that I care about this situation. The smell of my old husband manages to raise my libido to unimaginable levels and my vagina throbs with the desire to be filled with the thick and hot flesh of a very wrinkled Filomeno. Even with the years, we have maintained daily intimate encounters, with the difference that now they are much more frequent, and we spend almost the entire day on top of each other. We're barely dressed at home, and I've developed a sick craving for Filomeno's semen. It's become such an obsession that I even perform oral sex on him several times a day (although I only get that precious liquid once). Filomeno says that I'll kill him with so much pleasure, however, the very whiny one does the same with my vaginal juices, because he's also gotten the taste for licking it until he gets me to release a waterfall inside his mouth (something he gets in less minutes than it takes me to make him cum).

—Mariana, I'm thirsty! —My husband's now raspy and low voice can be heard between gasps.

Without taking my mouth off one of his testicles, I slowly turn around until my pubis is over his face and he immediately pushes my buttocks down and sticks his tongue into my vagina. The bite on my clitoris sent millions of electric waves throughout my body and with a powerful orgasm, my vagina expelled a liquid tide that I'm sure left Filomeno's face very soaked.

The sensations of pleasure did not allow me to remain in my right mind and I let myself fall to one side of my husband's body while mine continued to be attacked by spasms caused by the recent orgasm.

With my hands I tried to stop the flow that continued to come out of my vagina, but Filomeno's rough hands pushed them aside and then separated my legs so that he could continue drinking the liquid from my orgasm. Feeling his tongue licking my insides only made me more excited and the last thing I was aware of was my husband's look of triumph and after that I fainted. I woke up when I felt a strong blow to my belly. Some snorts, a slight pain in my vagina and a heavy body crushing me, let me know that Filomeno was taking me desperately, because I left him with a huge erection and the pain in his testicles from not releasing must have been terrible for my poor husband. When I heard him lament, I opened my eyes and hugged him lovingly.

—I’m sorry! —he said, still penetrating me ferociously— I hate myself for always doing this to you, but… but my testicles are so big today that they hurt and… —I silenced him by placing a finger on his cracked lips.

—Calm down, my love! —My vagina tightened around his penis and it hurt as I sucked it deeper, but I smiled at him like I always do —You know very well that it hurts me more to see you suffer and you haven't been able to ejaculate since yesterday, so I can imagine the horrible pain you feel and if you have to be wild to stop the pain, don't worry —Another strong thrust almost made me grimace in discomfort, but I managed to hide it —Thrust harder, my love —I pressed him even closer to my body.

—You are so loving and good! —His tired eyes had tears in them, and I dried them with my hand —I don't want you to be in pain today as well, like two weeks ago. I know you bled, but despite my behavior, you continued to receive me inside you as if nothing had happened.

—Honey, forget about it. It was just a few drops of blood from my period — I lied, but the look in his eyes told me he didn’t believe me.

—Mariana, we have been married for eighteen years and I know by heart the days when you have your period and those days you didn't have your period — he sweetly caressed my hair — I know I should let your body rest from me, but I can't spend even an hour away from the warmth of your interior and even though we have been together for several years, the desire I feel for you hasn't diminished one bit — another strong penetration made me scream and Filomeno gave me a quick kiss — you must hate me because at my age I already have many health problems, but your hatred must be greater because despite my condition, I spend almost the whole day between your legs — now it was his turn to scream when my legs pushed his hips so that he could penetrate me harder — God, Mariana! Don't squeeze my penis so much or I won't be able to control myself — another squeeze to his member, made him scream loudly and he buried himself further inside me — are you doing this on purpose?

—Yes! —I answered as best I could, since I was already on the verge of a collapse between pain and pleasure —I want you to let off steam and if I have to force your penis to penetrate me harder, I will do it without caring if I hurt myself.

—But love… —my vagina squeezed him again and this time he couldn’t hold back and penetrated me hard… He, very lovingly, whispered affectionate words to me.

Our mouths met in a loving kiss. Our hands held each other, while our bodies rubbed and caressed each other now with a romantic sweetness so far removed from carnal desire. Filomeno's movements inside me became less abrupt and after a while he let my vagina swallow his penis at will.

Saliva, sweat and an overwhelming heat were the only things I could feel on my skin. Filomeno was the one who emitted those three things that excited me to shameful levels, because by that time, I had already had several orgasms. Suddenly Filomeno's body became hotter, and his thrusts returned with greater ferocity. After a few minutes of penetrating me like that, he screamed like he hadn't done in a long time due to the weakness in his vocal cords and immediately I felt my uterus being hit by a jet of extremely hot liquid that I even thought would burn it, however, I didn't feel fear, but rather, I had a feeling of pleasure and happiness that I perceived mostly the times I got pregnant, (something impossible for eight years because Filomeno no longer produces strong sperm).

—God! —said Filomeno, letting his heavy and somewhat fat body fall on me —it seems that a drum of semen has accumulated —he said while his penis continued to whip my uterus with hot jets —doesn’t it bother you? … Mariana… Mariana?

I wanted to answer him, but the ecstasy in which the strong blows of his ejaculation had me submerged forced me to close my eyes so that I could enjoy them to the fullest. Filomeno must have been worried, but he calmed down when he realized that it was not pain that I was experiencing, but an intense pleasure that made me moan outrageously while my body convulsed, and my vagina imprisoned his penis so as not to allow him to move out of it even a single centimeter.

I didn't know how long I was lost in the sea of pleasure, but it must have been a long time, because my limbs were sore. Tired, but pleased, I hugged my husband's body tighter and rested my head on his shoulder. My lips licked his sweaty neck, and my legs enclosed his so that our sexes remained united. Purrs came out of my throat and my body rubbed against Filomeno's, causing me more pleasure (and his too, because he began to pant when my very hard nipples rubbed against his nipples).

—Do you want to make me hard again, Mrs. Cruz? —he asked as his penis grew thicker.

—It's not my plan, because as you know, I love any form of your penis and even if you're not hard, my vagina gets wet and throbs with a simple caress on my face — I lightly bit his shoulder and his moans grew as did his penis — I can feel that you still have accumulated semen — I moved my hip to incite him to move too — I'm going to help you free yourself from such a precious load.

With stronger squeezes and suctions of my vagina towards his penis, I managed to get him to move his hips again and he continued to penetrate me desperately, although the thrusts were no longer as painful, thanks to the moisture in my vagina and Filomeno's semen.

The daylight disappeared and we continued kissing, touching and squeezing each other, despite the exhaustion of hours of lovemaking. Finally, Filomeno couldn't take another round and with his testicles completely empty, he fell asleep on top of me.

The bedroom smelled of sex and the heat we produced made me drowsy and I also succumbed to sleep. By the time I could open my eyes again, the room was dark. Even without seeing, I could feel Filomeno on top of me and his penis inside me. Slowly I removed his arms from my body and with some skill acquired over the years, I managed to turn us so that he was under my body. The difficult part was getting his penis out of my vagina, because the very lustful girl gets wet with the slightest contact with his penis and grabs it tightly so that we do not separate.

After several attempts, I managed to get out and, being careful not to wake him up, I got out of bed, but what I didn't count on was that when I stood up, a thread of semen ran down my legs and as I walked to the bathroom I left a trail of the liquid. Once inside, I turned on the light and looked at myself in the mirror. It reflected the figure of a satisfied and happy woman despite having tangled hair and hickey marks on her breasts, neck and thighs. Looking more closely, I could see that, although semen ran out of my vagina, the amount expelled was almost nothing. Which meant that everything else was inside me.

For a moment I hoped that Filomeno's semen would still be fertile so that I could give him another girl that I know he wanted so that Angelica would have a playmate, and he would have another princess to protect. Sadly I caressed my belly, because I had to accept that only a miracle would send us that fifth gift. Filomeno knew that I longed for another daughter, and he gave me permission to look for her with another man, but the mere thought of someone other than my husband touching me and entering inside me horrifies me. With one last look, I put on my nightgown and silk robe to go to my little girl's room.

Currently my son Fil is seventeen, Armando is fourteen and Ernesto is eleven and all three hate it when we treat them like children, that is why we have poured into her all the sweetness that our sons no longer want to receive from their parents.

Before I went with Angelica, I went with my princes and all three of them were lost in some fascinating dream, (I know this by their loud snoring). Already in my eight-year-old daughter's room, I smiled because I found her completely uncovered and hugging an ugly teddy bear that no longer even has one eye because it is so worn out, (her father gave it to her five years ago and she has never let go of it since that day). I slowly covered her up and wanted to take the bear away from her, but as soon as she felt me take it away from her, she opened her eyes.

—Hi, Mommy! —she said with a huge yawn —why didn’t you or Daddy come to see me when I got home from school?... Tere said you weren’t home and I got sad because Daddy didn’t give me my goodnight kiss —she finished looking at me with her beautiful grey eyes so identical to her father.

—I'm sorry, love!... Daddy and I had some important business to do, but I promise you that tomorrow, which is Saturday, we're going to visit your grandma so she can lend us her fishing boat —I caressed her little face— Do you want your daddy to teach you how to fish?

—Yesssss! —she shouted loudly and happily —daddy is going to teach me how to fish like he did with my brothers —she got up to jump, but I stopped her by hugging her.

—I know you're happy because daddy will teach you the Cruz secret to successful fishing, but if you keep screaming and jumping like a grasshopper, you'll wake everyone at home, and no one will get up to take you to the lake.

She immediately lay down and covered herself up. She hugged her teddy bear and closed her eyes.

Seeing her innocence made me smile and with a goodnight kiss, I left the room and headed to the kitchen for a glass of water. After drinking large amounts of the vital liquid, I put the glass in the sink. Suddenly I felt hands sneak behind me to grab my breasts and then knead them desperately. I knew well whose hands those were, because they were large and despite the delicate garment, you could see how rough they were.

—I woke up and you were no longer in my arms —he whispered in my ear, and although he no longer needed to whisper because his voice had faded away, the effect of his low tone caused me an excitement that made me wet and eager for him.

—Forgive me, love, but I wanted to see our children. This is the fifth time this month that we have left them alone at lunch and dinner time — I answered with some difficulty because I was already immersed in the pleasure that the caresses of his hands on my breasts gave me —no… I wouldn’t want them to think that… that we don’t love them.

—Why are you so excited, Mrs. Cruz! —he said in a funny tone and wanting to drive me crazy, he started pinching my nipples —how hard those beautiful nipples have become, Mrs. Cruz.

—Filomeno! —I exclaimed with a moan —if you keep doing that, I'm going to have a scandalous orgasm right here.

—And that's not what you want? —his hand left my breast to put it between my legs —You're incredibly wet!... I can't believe that even at seventy years old, I still manage to make you wet with just a few touches on your body.

—You're vain! — I exclaimed, still panting, but I lost my mind the moment his finger touched my clitoris and although I covered my mouth, I couldn't help but scream when I had a devastating orgasm —Filomeno! — was the only coherent thing I said, before my body began to contort from the intensity of my orgasm.

As best he could, Filomeno led me to a chair and helped me sit down. While I continued to move like a snake, he went to get some napkins to dry my legs and my pubis.

—I think I'd better stop touching you —he said, smiling. —The more I try to dry you, the wetter you get.

—It’s… it’s because… because you’re… caressing me… instead of… just drying me — I finished with great difficulty.

—I know it's not because of that —he brought his face closer to mine and I had a better view of his wrinkled face, but his appearance only managed to excite me— my rough hands excite you, but you're even more excited knowing that it's an old man who's touching you, right?

—I'd like to say it's not true, but I don't get turned on just because you're old, although I don't deny that it has a bit of an influence — I gasped, trying to regain my composure — I get turned on because you're the one touching me.

—How? —he asked, confused.

—It's not because of your age, or because I have some paraphilia with the elderly, the reason why I get excited easily —I raised my hand and caressed his face— you are and always will be the only man I desire with all the strength of my soul, because I love you beyond the physical plane… If one day your penis stopped getting hard, or you simply no longer had the strength to make love to me, I would still continue to get excited with a simple caress from you.

—And that's because I'm the one touching you?

—That's right! —I smiled at him, and he smiled back —I love you, Filomeno!

—I love you too, Mariana!

We happily hugged each other and after cleaning the floor (because of my orgasm), we went up to the room and made love the rest of the night.

Our plan was to rest all morning, but a tornado in the shape of a girl came into the room shouting that today we were going to see grandma (fortunately she didn't see us naked thanks to her nanny Tere, who knows that we are very sexually active and shouted to wake us up).

Sleepless but happy, we left with our four children in my truck (I got my license when I was twenty-three and Filomeno gave it to me).

My mother's house was the same as always. Unfortunately, my mother has not been able to find happiness, and consequently neither has my father. He really regretted having left her and although he left his lover several years ago, my mother never forgave him (they talk, but nothing more). It must have been painful for my father to know that his ex-wife was sleeping with men younger than her. I was unaware of this side of my mother, but it was my father who told me one day when the pain was unbearable, and he got drunk. He has always blamed himself for being the cause of my mother's imbalance, since he was the one who cheated on her with a younger woman and he thinks that this motivates her to look for lovers younger than her. Seeing how they continue to destroy themselves makes me sad, however, there is nothing I can do to help them. My mother will never forgive my father, and he will always love her, but he will not beg her. The only thing that makes them smile are their grandchildren. My mother accepted her son-in-law, (who is a much older man than she is), thanks to Fil, our oldest son. His sweet innocence won the heart of her grandmother, and she became her nanny at the time when Filomeno and I had to work hard to get the business up and running that now gives us much more money than we could have ever imagined. By the time my other two children arrived, my father was finally able to meet them, because Filomeno interceded for him with my mother and since she was grateful because she saw that I was happy with him. She listened to him and by at least allowing my father to be present when we took her grandchildren to her. There were years of trying to get my mother to talk to him, (although without success), but then I had Angelica and the last barrier of my mother's pride fell, and today, my parents have a fairly cordial relationship when all their grandchildren are present.

I was brought out of my thoughts by Angelica's cry of joy when she saw her grandmother's house. I parked the truck and our four children got out running into my mother's arms (who was anxiously waiting for them). My father waited for them to finish greeting her and then they all threw themselves into his arms.

It was beautiful to see my parents lovingly welcome my children, but it was more satisfying to see them greet Filomeno with respect and gratitude for his efforts to give me a dignified life and the happiness of having a loving family.

The day passed with laughter and school anecdotes about my children. After lunch, Filomeno and my father took the children to the lake near my mother's farm. They were going fishing and the most excited was Angelica (of all of them she was the one who didn't know how to do it).

My mother and I sat under a tree to watch them having fun (we are both afraid of water). I watched my little girl with delight. Her father was patiently explaining to her the best technique for catching fish and she was watching him attentively. I smiled at the look on her face when she managed to catch one.

—Every time I look at you, I see a face that is even happier than the last time… It’s like you have no limits to your happiness and the more years go by, the happier you become.

My mother's voice sounded happy, but I knew she was sad.

—I have the man of my life next to me and he has given me four wonderful gifts, I can't ask for more from life... perhaps only that God protects them from all evil and that my children find one day the same happiness that I have had.

—They have two loving and good parents —she touched my hand, and I smiled at her— you will see that life will give them the happiness they deserve!

I hugged her in gratitude for her words and we continued watching the fishing.

A few hours later, everyone returned with a bucket full. Angelica had only managed to catch four fish, but her brothers threw in some while she was busy fishing, and by the time they were done, she thought she caught three or four with one net.

My mother and I prepared fish fillets and pasta for dinner. It was all fun and we spent the remaining hours of the day playing, dancing and telling stories to my children. By midnight, everyone was almost asleep. Fil picked up his sister and took her to bed in the room my mother had prepared especially for her. Armando and Ernesto went up behind their brother, but they did not accompany him to drop off their sister because they were so tired that they ended up sleeping in the same bed (even though each of my children has their own room in this house). My mother and father also retired to their rooms. I watched them as they left and although they did not speak to each other with the affection they once had, I saw them treat each other with a tender respect that made me wish they would leave their arrogance and fight for that love that I know they still feel for each other, but they are both stubborn and will never give in.

—Don’t worry, my love —Filomeno hugged me from behind and I immediately turned around to cling to his body —they will realize one day how much they still love each other.

—I know, but I wouldn't want them to do it when it's too late —my voice broke and Filomeno rushed to kiss me.

His kisses are the best medicine in cases of sadness, but they are also the trigger for my desire to love him carnally and forgetting that we were still in the living room of my parents' house, I deepened the kiss and hugged him tightly to bring him closer to my body. My mischievous hands were lowering his zipper when a cough forced us to separate. Before turning around, I could see the bulge peeking out of Filomeno's pants and I immediately turned around and covered him with my body so they wouldn't see how excited I was, but I froze when I saw my eldest son's smile.

—Fil… I… feel —Fil raised his hand to stop my explanation.

—Calm down, mom!... remember that I'm not a child anymore and it's not the first time I've seen them so loving — he smiled, but not mockingly, but with some melancholy — I hope I get to have my dad's fortune to be able to find a girl who loves me like you love him.

—Fil, do you want to talk to your old man? — Filomeno gently pushed me aside and approached our son.

—Yes, Dad… but it’s something very personal and… — Filomeno made a sign and my son stopped talking. Then my husband looked at me and I understood that they needed some father-son time.

—Well… I’m going to my room —I approached my son and gave him a kiss on the cheek —I love you my boy!

—In a month I'll no longer be a child, Mom —he said sadly.

—But to me you will always be my child —I smiled and hugged him —you and your brothers are my most precious treasure.

—And my dad? What is he to you? —He separated from my hug and looked at me waiting for my answer.

—Your father is the reason for my existence —I looked at Filomeno and smiled— he is the light of my life and without him that light would cease to exist— now I looked at my son and continued— I love my children, but one day you will leave to make your own life. You will find your other half and you will understand that that love is unique and special, because everything comes from it. The good and the bad, but above all, there are the children, who are the extension of that love and with you it will perpetuate for generations.

—I feel happy that your love for my dad is so great —he lowered his gaze— I hope I have his luck and find a girl who loves me like that.

—Honey, you're still too young to worry about that — I said, but Fil didn't answer me and I looked at my husband and he shook his head and with his hand asked me to leave them alone —ok, I'll leave you two to talk — I kissed my son's cheek and then approached Filomeno to give him a quick kiss on the lips —I'll wait for you upstairs, my love — he nodded and I immediately hurried to leave.

The whole time I waited for Filomeno was torture. Something was wrong with our son and I feared it was serious. Two hours later, Filomeno came into the room. He was looking downcast and I immediately got up to help him sit up in bed, but as the minutes passed and I saw that he wasn't going to say anything, I grabbed his hand and made him look at me.

—What's wrong with Fil?

—What I was so afraid of —he removed his hand from mine and turned his face— what will also happen to Armando and Ernesto in a few years.

—What do you mean, Filomeno? —My voice sounded anguished, and he finally looked me in the eyes.

—Yesterday he went to a hotel with his girlfriend, and they tried to have sex, but he was so excited that his penis got too thick and when he started to penetrate her, she pushed him away and yelled at him that he was a freak and that they were done. But that's not what hurt our son the most, but what she said next... she said that she wasn't a virgin and that the other lovers were a thousand times better than him and that because of that penis, no woman would love him because it's so deformed that it's disgusting — he put his hands on his head and pulled out some of his white hair — You see, Mariana!... I knew that my inheritance would destroy the lives of my children... My ex-wife said it... I shouldn't reproduce because I'm a monster... My three sons have an enormous penis even without being excited and although some may think that attracts women, the truth is that the thickness it acquires when excited is abominable... What woman can bear so much pain?... What pleasure can they feel with that thing tearing their insides?

—You ask what woman can bear pain? —I shouted to silence his voice— I am that woman!... You also ask what pleasure can they feel? And I answer that it is the greatest, because the man who gives me that pleasure is the man I love with all the strength of my heart —by this moment I was already crying for the pain of my son and my husband.

—Mariana! I… I’m so sorry! —He hugged me and rubbed my back— Now that I see it, what happened to my son has made me discover that you are a unique woman because you have not only endured the pain of having me inside you for eighteen years, but you have also endured the fact that I am not a young man and much less attractive… You are wonderful, my love!

—It’s not about being unique… it’s about loving beyond the physical plane and not all women understand that —I wiped my tears and stood up— let me talk to our son.

—He'll be embarrassed to know that I told you.

—Don't you think it's better to make him understand that the problem isn't him?... If we let him think that his penis is to blame for that girl's rejection, he will never find happiness with any woman.

Filomeno thought for a moment and although he still had a doubtful look, he agreed to let him speak to our son.

I left the bedroom with a lot of determination, but as I approached Fil's room, I began to feel less enthusiastic about starting an overly intimate conversation with him. As I stood in front of his door, I had to take several breaths to get the courage to finally knock on his door. Fil opened it and was surprised to see me.

—Mom? What's wrong? —His voice trembled, and I imagined that the poor guy sensed the reason for my presence.

—Can we talk? —I said, trying to hold his gaze.

—God! Can't my dad keep a secret? —he replied, somewhat exasperated.

—Hey, young man! Don’t you dare criticize your father. Filomeno loves you and I do too, that’s why he told me what’s wrong with you, because I can help you better than anyone… but first let me in or this conversation will become public knowledge — I pointed to the doors of his brothers’ and grandparents’ rooms.

—Okay! —He stepped aside —Come in!

Fil turned around and didn't look at me after I closed the door.

—Fil, please look at me! —He didn’t want to do it, so I had to raise my voice a little —Filomeno Cruz Rivas, look at your mother!

Fil turned around and saw me. My poor son was very embarrassed, and I could see that his eyes had tears in them and that broke my heart because all my children had inherited my husband's kindness and that made them more susceptible to suffering at the hands of other people.

—Fil… I know this hurts you and that’s why I want you to understand that I’m the one who can best help you understand that that woman isn’t worth a single tear of yours.

—I loved her very much! But she made me see that I will never be the man who can make her happy in all the ways that a woman desires — tears were already running down his face and I immediately approached to hug him.

—Son… that girl has no idea what true happiness is because she bases it only on the physical plane.

—But you know that even if I treat her with love and respect, relationships also involve physical things that complement life together… Neither she, nor any other woman, will live on kisses and hugs alone. At some point she will want to be a mother and I will be unable to fulfill that desire in a normal way.

—And didn't I give birth to four children? —I pulled away to look him in the eyes. —Or do you think they aren't Filomeno's children?

—I don't think so, mom —he said immediately. —I know we are my father's children, especially because we all inherited the color of his eyes. —He smiled embarrassedly. —Besides, my brothers and I inherited his size and his mole in the place you already know. —Sadness covered his face again. —And it is that size that will condemn us for life.

—It won’t condemn them. It will just be harder for them to find the right girl… come! —I took his hand and led him to sit on a sofa —I don’t want to lie to you… it hasn’t been easy for me to get used to those proportions you speak of… Not all women are so… ample in that place, but it’s not impossible to enjoy relationships either. I can’t explain this to you because, although I am a woman, I am also your mother and we must have the due respect for each other, but when I finish telling you what I have come to talk to you about, then you ask your father to give you advice so that you can help your girlfriend enjoy what you call “sex”.

—What we call “sex”? —He smiled amusedly —So it’s true?

—What's true? —I asked, somewhat annoyed.

—Don’t get me wrong, Mom. I just remembered that Grandma told us to never say the word “sex” in front of you, because you hate it more than anything in the world… I always thought it was a lie, but from the way you said it, I realized that you really don’t like hearing it.

—Unlike other women, I never looked for men to experience just “sex”. I always dreamed of finding my ideal partner to discover together what it means to love each other beyond a simple and mundane physical relationship… Son, I will respect your ideas, but for me the most important thing was to first find the person with whom I feel safe and happy, because in that way physical surrender is something beautiful and unforgettable.

—Do you mean that my dad has been the only partner you have had in all these years? —He opened his eyes with great surprise.

—The only one!... Do you have any complaints? —This conversation was turning against me and that was exasperating me.

—None, I swear, but I know from my grandmother that my father was married before to another woman and that being the case, I don't think it would have been fair to you to know that my father didn't wait to meet the right woman.

That being said by my son was a blow to my pride. I never wanted to think too much about Filomeno's ex-wife, but I must admit that it did hurt my self-esteem to be aware that the value of having waited to fall in love to give myself to someone was not applied by my husband, (it doesn't matter that I had first denied loving Filomeno because in the end, I always knew that he was in my heart even before I gave myself to him).

An awkward silence filled the room. My son took my hand, and I raised my face to look at him.

—I’m sorry, mom! I didn’t mean to make you feel bad. What I said was very stupid. Besides, my dad adores you and you are the only one in his heart. Remember that there is a saying that goes “what wasn’t in your year, is none of your damage” —for the first time all day, my son smiled —seeing your reactions and having heard your words, you have given me back the hope that I will find my ideal partner —he sighed and got up from the couch —I was very foolish to allow the things that girl said to me to hurt me. From now on I will not force anything. I know that one day a woman as beautiful and good as you will appear in my life, and I promise you that I will respect her and love her the same way my dad loves you.

—You better keep your promise, because there aren't many women like me — I got up too and although I was still hurt by his words, I managed to smile at him — well, it's very late and we have to sleep. Tomorrow, you have to continue teaching your sister how to fish and this time I want you to let her make her own mistakes because if you keep giving her fish on the sly, she'll never learn to use the Cruz technique to become elite fishermen.

—We're not doing this out of malice, Mom. The truth is that none of us want Angelica to feel sad.

—I know Fil, but it doesn't help her at all to have her problems solved. Her sister needs to be independent.

—Well, you'll have to talk to my dad too, because he's the one who hates seeing my sister sad the most.

—I'm going to warn you right now to stop being so consistent.

Fil smiled at me, I hugged him and kissed him goodnight.

I left my son's room with the peace of mind of having restored his self-confidence, but now I was the one who couldn't stop thinking that Filomeno had indeed shared his body with another woman and that perhaps I would never be able to know if he considered me a better lover than his first wife.

I know my insecurity is stupid after eighteen years of marriage and even more so when they only slept together once (or seconds, because she couldn't even stand to have him inside her), but every time I think about that woman, I can't help but envy her because she was the one who took my husband's virginity.

Depressed, I entered the bedroom. Filomeno was already in bed, but he was still awake and when he saw me he got up.

—How did it go? —His voice sounded quite worried, and his eyes had a dull shine due to sadness.

—I guess so. Fil is very intelligent, and I trust he understood what I wanted to tell him about waiting for the right person and not giving too much importance to women who only look at a man's appearance or money — without looking at him I went to look for my nightgown in the closet.

—He'll understand as he meets more girls —he stood up to hug me and kiss my neck. —It takes time, but life taught me that it's worth waiting to find true love.

—Yes, of course!... that's what the man who married young, the first beautiful woman who came across his path says — I said, annoyed, and without looking at him, I walked away — you couldn't even wait to get to know her better to sleep with her.

—What's wrong, Mariana? —He tried to hug me again, but I turned around abruptly and looked at him hurt.

—You know I felt so stupid with my son when I told him that “I always dreamed of finding my ideal partner to know together what it means to love each other beyond a simple and mundane physical relationship,” and that Fil felt sorry for me because I did wait to give you my virginity, while you had already lost it to that witch of your ex.

My tears were already streaming down my face. The echo of my words made me feel like I was acting stupid, but I couldn't help but act like a child throwing a tantrum.

Filomeno approached me and although I wanted to reject his hug, the warmth that emanates from his body has always managed to make mine surrender to his caresses.

—Forgive me, Mariana! —his tone of voice showed sadness— I know I can’t fix that mistake, but I can’t say I regret what happened with my ex either… If she had stayed with me, maybe we wouldn’t be together right now and neither would our children. Besides, her cruelty has made me value you because your pure soul has allowed me to be by your side despite my problem.

—Filomeno! —I hugged his body tightly— I'm sorry! This was stupid… I shouldn't have given importance to something that happened years ago, it's just that… I don't know why I'm so sensitive.

—If it weren't for the fact that the doctor told me that my sperm is weak, I would think you were pregnant.

—Yes, it's true! —I laughed— you must have suffered a lot with my four pregnancies.

—I suffered a lot, Mrs. Cruz!... You get too sensitive when you're pregnant, but this time I think it's because of your age.

—Fool! —I gave him a light punch on the shoulder. —I'm still young, and the proof is that I'm a long way from menopause.

—Well then I don’t understand what’s happening to you today… maybe Fil’s thing made you feel like this.

—It's the safest thing! But do you know what helps me calm down? —I brought my face closer to his and whispered on his lips.

—I know, Mrs. Cruz!... and I will gladly make love to you until dawn —he stuck his member into my pubis and it was very hard —today it is very lively and I bet you that I will give you hours of pleasure.

—You have to give them to me, even if you're not hard.

—So what do you prefer first? Oral sex or making love?

—First we make love, then we can spend the rest of the night kissing all over each other’s bodies.

—Your wish is my command, my wife!

We both took off our clothes and headed to the bed together.

I lay down with my legs open to show him my intimacy. Filomeno swallowed and then held his fat penis to place it at the entrance of my vagina and slowly began to enter me.

I was hot and my vagina was so wet that we moaned as we felt each other. When his penis was all the way inside me, a slow and harmonious waltz began that kept me in the paradise of pleasure for a long time.

Filomeno kissed me affectionately and our hands did the same with every part of our bodies.

—I love you, Filomeno! —I said lovingly when I had my first orgasm of the night.

—I love you too, Mariana! —he caressed my cheek as he gave another thrust that sent shocks of pleasure throughout my body. —I will love you for eternity!

That night was very special. Filomeno wanted to erase from my mind the absurd idea of his ex-wife and he succeeded more with his kisses and words of love than with his body. For me, what exists inside people is a thousand times more valuable and I always knew that Filomeno's soul was pure despite its ugliness.

Fate will one day separate us, but my promise of love will endure forever, because my soul and his are one, beyond life and death.