Final Chapter

I woke up in a bed in the school infirmary, but immediately wished I hadn't regained consciousness, because the memory of what happened in the store hurt my heart again and I started crying like a little girl.

—You should try to calm down, Mrs. Cruz —was the doctor's voice. —Your emotional instability could be dangerous for the baby.

Baby?... that means what...

—Am I pregnant? —I asked, although my missed period had been a confirmation.

—Yes, two months, but she was brought in because of a threatened miscarriage. Fortunately, there was no bleeding and the ultrasound did not show any fetal detachment, so I can assure you that it was more the scare than the damage. Even so, I prefer that she stay in the hospital tonight.

—No —I tried to get up, —that bitch is with Filomeno, and I won't let her touch him.

—Madam, your husband is not a child. If he lets himself be seduced, it's not worth it, don't you think? —she said as she forced me to lie down.

—Filomeno is worth everything —I told him with tears escaping my eyes. —If I lose him, I will never forgive myself.

—Doctor, doctor… Mr. Filomeno had an accident… he is at the Red Cross on the corner, and they say they need a family member —that was Silvia’s voice.

Silvia came in screaming but stopped when she saw me.

—What happened to my husband? —I asked, upset, but she didn't want to answer me. —Tell me! What happened to him? —I stood up and pulled her.

—I don’t know. Juliana just came to say that he was there, but that they didn’t let her in because it’s not his business.

Without stopping to listen, I ran with all my might. Outside I shouted to him to please take care of Fil while we were gone.

The Red Cross is just a few meters from the school, but I ran so fast that I arrived out of breath. I asked for my husband as best I could, and a nurse led me to a small room. A young doctor came out of there and I don't know how he saw me. He tried to touch my arm, but I moved away abruptly.

—Excuse me, miss… are you the daughter of the gentleman who just arrived?

—No… I am his wife and the mother of his children — I answered proudly, and he opened his eyes in surprise — Please! Tell me he is okay — the worry did not let me maintain my arrogance and I almost knelt down.

—The man is fine. It was just a sprained ankle, but the men who brought him said that he had been run over on purpose.

—Intentionally?... Who did it? —I was furious.

—The woman who lent her car to bring him here and who I had to run after because she kept shouting that she was sorry. The man didn't hear her because he was unconscious.

—If he lost consciousness, he doesn't think it was because of any contusion on his head.

—We already took two x-rays, and I can swear that there are no injuries to his head. Witnesses say that he didn’t even hit himself when he fell because he put his hands in, but the twist was painful and is what caused him to lose consciousness. Any further and he would have broken the bone… as a precautionary measure I put a small splint on him that won’t interfere with his movements, so that he recovers in less time.

—And can I see it? —I asked as I approached the room.

—Yes… the gentleman is already awake. —He pointed to the bed, and I could see Filomeno lying on it with his eyes closed.

I immediately forgot about the doctor and ran to my husband. Filomeno turned around when he heard me calling him and I could see a look of guilt that I preferred to ignore, because I didn't want to think it was because Juliana had achieved her goal.

I hugged him with all my strength and gave him a thousand kisses on the face before joining my lips to his in a kiss urgent with love. Filomeno responded with the same passion and we both lost ourselves in the pleasurable sensations that this simple act produces in us. In the distance I heard the doctor's voice, but I ignored it because I needed to find out through this kiss if I had any hope that Filomeno still loved me. I know that we spent quite a long-time kissing, but my husband regained his sanity before I did and slowly separated our mouths to look at the doctor.

—Excuse me, what did you say? —he said agitatedly. I continued kissing his face, but when I didn't hear the doctor's response, I turned to see him and found him very surprised.

—Hey! —I snapped my fingers, and the doctor looked at me —can you repeat what you said? —I asked, still hugging my husband.

—Oh, yes! I was telling you that you can go now. You can take off the splint in three days —he said, his face red with a blush that seemed absurd to me.

—Thanks for everything, Doctor — my husband replied and then he grabbed my face so I could see it — let’s go home with our little Fil! — He smiled at me, and I knew immediately that nothing happened between him and that bitch.

—Yes —was the little I said before falling in love with her lips again.

His saliva is a great aphrodisiac. Anyone would say that I am crazy because I love to taste such a liquid, but over the years I have had to accept that although at first it was not the best thing I had ever tried, now there is not a day when I do not happily drink that precious liquid that turns me into a female in heat.

When I was able to control myself, I pulled away from his mouth and we returned to school. We were holding hands and after hugging and kissing our son, we both asked Silvia to do us the favor of taking Fil to the playground. She didn't need to ask how long, because she already knows us and knows that it takes us at least two hours to satisfy ourselves.

As soon as I closed the door of our little house, I threw myself into his arms and in seconds we were already naked, making desperate love. We both immersed ourselves in passion and marked our bodies with bites and scratches. His attacks were those of an animal, but I didn't care about the pain, because I was happy to know that he didn't sleep with that miserable bitch. It would have killed me to know that he touched her the same way he touches me, because I realized that I'm really in love with Filomeno, and even if he had fallen for that woman, I would have forgiven him if his decision was to stay with me.

We lasted three hours in that wonderful surrender. He lost his erection after half an hour to love each other, but the caresses and kisses he gave to my body were enough to keep me satisfied and I had several orgasms and two female ejaculations. Fortunately, I didn't lose consciousness, and I enjoyed every second. Filomeno slowly came out of my vagina, and he made us comfortable in bed, leaving my back resting on his hairy chest, while his hands caressed my belly. I was so relaxed and happy that I didn't notice that I was touching him as if exploring him, but when I felt him sit up, I looked at him and saw that his eyes remained fixed on that part of my body.

—What's wrong? —I asked him and encouraged him to tell me with a caress on his face.

—Your belly —he looked at me with uncertainty at first and then smiled —it's swollen— he held me in his arms and sat me on the bed and then continued rubbing my belly— tell me my love, are you pregnant?

—How do you know? —I was surprised that he had guessed just by noticing a small lump on my belly.

—My beloved Mariana, I didn’t just sense it today. I’ve been feeling for months that our constant giving and taking are not only to please our bodies, but since you said you were going to take care of yourself so you wouldn’t get pregnant and so you could finish college, I didn’t want to get my hopes up, although the techniques you used to keep my semen inside your body made me feel that there was hope that you had changed your mind — he finished with a kiss on my belly.

His hands kept caressing my tummy and his hopeful gaze led me to confess my secret.

—Well, I must tell you, Mr. Cruz, that you weren’t wrong in your feeling —I took his face to bring it closer to mine— I stopped taking birth control months ago and I used the technique I read in magazines that says that if I raise my legs after you ejaculate, I prevent the semen from coming out and in that way the sperm has a greater chance of fertilizing the egg. I wanted to get pregnant in less time, but since I spent a year and a half taking pills, it took my body a while to get rid of the reactions.

—My Mariana —he smiled and kissed me —you worked hard to achieve this wonderful miracle. If you had told me your plans, I would have been more cooperative, and Juliana would not have managed to poison my heart — he lowered his gaze in shame.

—I thought she hadn't touched you —I said with a lump in my throat. —You? Did you do it with her? —My tears were already coming out of my eyes.

—No, no, my love —he held my face in his hands— you are the only woman in my life. What I meant was that she made me doubt your affection and managed to keep me away from you for at least the half hour it took to get to her apartment… I swear, my love, that we didn’t even get there because I asked her to bring me back to you. Juliana got upset and confessed to me that she had set you up. That made me furious, not only with her, but with myself for having given her the opportunity to hurt you, and I got out of the car to go back home, however, Juliana threw her car at me. Luckily, she didn’t do it hard, but she hit my legs and I lost my balance. I fell on my foot and you already know the rest.

—That damn thing! —I said furiously. —I'm going to report her, and she'll pay dearly for what she did to you.

—Let's leave it like that, my love! She's had enough... I assure you that Juliana herself will be the one to put an end to this horrible situation that she created.

—Are you going to defend her? Is she that important to you? — Tears appeared because of the thought that for Filomeno, Juliana was someone valuable.

—She was my friend —he replied sadly. —People's cruelty can lead to the death of those who suffer their mockery. The humiliation of the students was so great that I wanted to die, but when Juliana arrived, she defended me and helped me to continue. Unfortunately, I could never see her as anything more than a friend.

—Unfortunately? —I said in a whisper. —Would you rather have loved her?

—No, my love… but we must accept that the age difference between Juliana and me is not as big as ours and if I had married her, people would not criticize me so much… At your side I will always be more your father than your husband — he finished with small tears running down his face.

—Look at me, Filomeno! —I said in a pleading tone, and he looked at me —Tell me if you really regret being my husband!... dare to say that you do not feel, at least a little, pride in being the owner not only of my young body, but also the owner of my love and the father of my children.

—God, Mariana! —he hugged me tightly— you’re right. I hate to admit it, but when you gave yourself to me, that feeling of pride appeared and it grew even more when I knew that that day I got you pregnant — he separated me from his body and looked at me with a little vanity — a horrible old man was able to create life in the beautiful and young body of the woman he fell in love with… Tell me! Isn’t that incredible? and on top of that this beautiful woman keeps giving herself to him willingly every day regardless of the fact that the old man's penis is so huge that it hurts her instead of giving her pleasure, and as the icing on the cake, she is the one who does everything possible to give him more children despite the fact that she has a prosperous youth before her eyes and she can live it far from the problems that the same ugly old man causes her daily - his smile was so big that his wrinkles were marked, but even so, for me this man is beautiful and I smiled at his because of his happiness - Will you be mine forever, Mariana? Will you continue giving me your beautiful body until the day I can no longer possess it because of how old I am?

—Yes! —I answered with my lips close to his —I am yours forever! My body is yours and my soul too. I love you, Filomeno! And I know that I will love you after death. You are my other half. Maybe they made a mistake up there in heaven and sent you to earth before your time, but I was still able to find you —I caressed his lips with mine and he smiled more —make love to me again. It doesn’t matter if your penis isn’t hard enough. You know very well that my vagina is strong enough to help him enter… I need to feel you!

Filomeno didn't say anything, but he complied with my wishes and after I laid down on the bed, he entered me slowly. His penis wasn't as flaccid, but it wasn't as hard as usual and that way it didn't hurt because it was my vagina that sucked it at will. As we joined together, our gazes remained on each other. Moans of pleasure came out of our mouths every time our sexes rubbed together. My arms held him close to my body and my breasts rubbed deliciously against his hairy chest. My hands caressed his back, and my legs pushed his buttocks so that his penis could go all the way in. When I felt him near my uterus, I moaned loudly from the pleasure it caused me, and motivated by my movements, Filomeno began to penetrate me frantically.

It was heaven! Every caress, every kiss and every penetration was heaven for me. That day we loved each other to the point of satiety. There were so many hours that, with some regret, we had to ask Silvia to look after our little Fil and fortunately she had no problem doing so.

As Filomeno said, it was Juliana herself who put an end to the war she started against me by resigning from the university. It was sad for my husband to see the woman who had supported him for years leave, but this was the best thing after having dared to hurt him.

After that time, we no longer had jealousy problems or doubts about our love because we both knew that despite the difficulties and age difference, our feelings were genuine and so strong that nothing and no one could separate us.

The years went by. I managed to finish my degree, and I used my knowledge to improve and expand our business. When we had enough money, we opened two more stores in private universities that had nothing to do with my parents' businesses. That was satisfying because we were able to get ahead without their intervention and we managed to make a fortune that we would pass on to our children.

By the time the family had grown from four to six, we moved to a house close to the school. It was a mansion, but it didn't have the ostentation that most rich people's houses had. Both Filomeno and I preferred to instill in our children a love for their fellow human beings and not for money, so we raised them like ordinary children and sent them to public schools instead of schools for the rich.

Speaking of our children, I must say that if it weren't for Filomeno, we would have had a soccer team (I never took care of myself again after my second child). Fil, the firstborn, was born when I was nineteen. Three years later (at twenty-two), Armando arrived, the most similar to Filomeno (but according to my husband, more handsome). Another three years passed, and I had Ernesto. My three boys have the same eye color as their father and the color of his hair (in addition to inheriting the mole on the penis from Filomeno's family). At twenty-eight, I gave birth to a girl who immediately became her father's favorite. As she grew up, the little girl showed that she was my spitting image (my same hair color and facial features), but with Filomeno's eye color. I named her Angelica because of her calm character, identical to her father's.

Our children are a great blessing, and we adore them with all our hearts. But my children's lives have not been easy. Their father's age became an ordeal during the first years of school. Their classmates and parents made fun of them for having a sixty-year-old man as a father. The mockery diminished when I began to dress up more. I dressed in suits with miniskirts (not so shameless) and I combed my hair in a flirtatious bun with fringes on the sides. According to Filomeno, I was the most beautiful woman in the whole world and the prettiest of the mothers of my children's classmates. Listening to him made me feel vain, but in reality, my careful grooming was for my children and for him, because as we always went together to all the school meetings, little by little my husband began to take an important place in the eyes of others. We participated in every event and in every outing of the children to museums or other educational sites. Filomeno even became president of Fil's high school cooperative. My beloved firstborn was proud of his father. My four children saw Filomeno work hard despite his age and learned that in this life you must not give up in the face of adversity, or in the face of people's mockery and hatred. They had difficult years in their young lives, however, they never complained about having a father who was more like a grandfather. The four of them were always respectful of Filomeno, but above all, affectionate. The hugs and kisses they gave their dad were sincere. I know that my children adore him and respect him with all their hearts. Angelica once asked me how I fell in love with her father and I immediately answered that our souls recognized each other as one the moment we looked at each other and although we had to wait a while and went through a test that almost separated us, I had the courage to accept in front of the world that I fell in love with a hard-working, dedicated, honest man with a great love for everyone, who made any dark and hateful place shine, because in his heart there was no room for resentment and it was that sweet character that made me love him madly. My little Angelica smiled with emotion and said that she would also look for her soul mate and that she would not allow herself to be deceived by the gallantry of some men, because the most important thing is the kindness that exists in their soul and not their appearance. That day I cried with joy, because although I cannot change people's selfish thoughts, at least I was able to instill in my daughter the true value of love, which should always exist in her heart.