Juan discovers Sofía's explicit infidelity with her ex, facing intense emotions and a surprising reaction from his parents that will change his perspective forever.
Juan was in the dining room, his coastal parents sitting at the table, exchanging stories of their life on the coast with the ease of those who have lived a lot and seen more. The aroma of fried fish and coconut rice filled the air, a reminder of the roots Juan had left behind when he moved to the city. However, his mind wasn't on the food or his parents' stories. It was in the next room, where Sofía, his wife, was being forcefully penetrated by Carlos, her ex-boyfriend.
The sound of Sofia's moans filtered through the wall, mingling with the murmur of conversation at the table. Juan, unable to ignore the scene unfolding a few feet away, excused himself to his parents, claiming he needed to check something in the kitchen. In reality, he crept toward the bedroom, his heart pounding in his chest.
As he opened the door, the image hit him like a punch. Sofia was kneeling on the bed, her body arched back, while Carlos held her by the waist, his naked member sliding in and out of her with a relentless rhythm. The dim lighting in the room highlighted Sofia's curves, her skin glistening with a sweat that spoke to the intensity of the moment.
Juan felt a wave of excitement run through him from head to toe. Unable to contain himself, he moved his hand to his crotch, beginning to masturbate slowly while he watched the scene. His parents, oblivious to what was happening, continued chatting in the dining room, their voices a distant background that contrasted with Sofía's moans.
"Dad, Mom," Juan said, his voice shaking as he re-entered the dining room, "I have to tell you something."
His parents looked at him, their expressions changing from curiosity to concern in an instant. Juan took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the words he was about to say.
"I'm a cuckold," he confessed, the words leaving his mouth as a whisper that turned into a declaration.
The silence that followed was thick, filled with surprise and confusion. His mother dropped the spoon she was holding, while his father looked at him with a mixture of disbelief and disappointment. But, to Juan's surprise, after a few moments, his parents exchanged a glance and nodded, as if they understood something he himself couldn't explain.
—Bueno, hijo —dijo su padre, con una sonrisa que intentaba ser reconfortante—, cada quien vive su vida como puede. No es nuestro lugar juzgar.
Su madre asintió, sirviendo más arroz en su plato como si nada hubiera pasado. Juan sintió un alivio inesperado, pero también una punzada de culpa. ¿Cómo podían aceptar algo así con tanta naturalidad?
Mientras la conversación regresaba a temas más triviales, Juan no podía sacar de su mente la imagen de Sofía y Carlos. Se excusó nuevamente, esta vez con la excusa de que necesitaba aire fresco, y regresó a la habitación.
La escena había cambiado. Ahora, Carlos había colocado a Sofía de espaldas, utilizándola como una silla mientras la besaba con pasión. Los gemidos de Sofía eran más intensos, su cuerpo respondiendo a cada movimiento de Carlos. Juan observó, su mano moviéndose con más rapidez sobre su miembro, mientras Carlos se inclinaba para susurrarle algo al oído a Sofía.
—Te voy a llenar el culo de leche, mi amor —dijo Carlos, su voz gruesa y llena de morbo.
Sofía gimió en respuesta, su cuerpo temblando de anticipación. Juan sintió un escalofrío recorrerle la espalda al escuchar esas palabras. Sabía que Carlos no estaba bromeando.
Y así fue. Con un último empuje, Carlos eyaculó, su semen derramándose sobre el trasero de Sofía, quien soltó un grito de placer que resonó en la habitación. Juan, excitado más allá de lo que podía recordar, alcanzó su propio orgasmo, su semen salpicando el suelo mientras observaba la escena.
Carlos, con una sonrisa satisfecha, se levantó y se ajustó el pantalón. Sofía, aún jadeando, se giró para mirar a Juan, su expresión una mezcla de desafío y satisfacción.
—¿Te gustó, cornudo? —preguntó, su voz cargada de provocación.
Juan asintió, incapaz de encontrar las palabras. Sofía se levantó, su cuerpo desnudo brillando a la luz, y se acercó a él.
—¿Quieres más? —susurró, su aliento caliente en su oído.
Antes de que Juan pudiera responder, Carlos intervino, tomando a Sofía por la cintura y atrayéndola hacia él.
—Ahora es mi turno de nuevo —dijo Carlos, su voz llena de dominación.
Sofía sonrió, su mirada fijándose en Juan por un momento antes de volver a Carlos. Juan sintió una mezcla de emociones: celos, excitación, humillación. Pero también algo más, algo que no podía nombrar.
Carlos llevó a Sofía al centro de la habitación, donde un amigo suyo, un hombre negro de complexión atlética, esperaba. Sofía fue colocada en el suelo, su cuerpo extendido sobre una manta, mientras Carlos y su amigo se posicionaban a cada lado de ella.
—¿Lista para lo que viene, mi amor? —preguntó Carlos, su voz llena de morbo.
Sofía asintió, su expresión una mezcla de nerviosismo y anticipación. Juan observó, su mano regresando a su entrepierna mientras los dos hombres se acercaban a Sofía.
The double penetration was intense, Sofia's moans filling the room as the two men pounded her hard. Juan, aroused beyond recall, masturbated again, his semen splattering the floor as he watched the scene.
In a moment of reflection, Juan wondered if this was the price of sexual freedom. Was this what he wanted for his life? The image of Sofia, smiling and satisfied, remained etched in his mind, leaving him with a sense of ambiguity and questioning the limits of love and desire.
As the scene continued, Juan quietly withdrew, leaving Sofia in the hands of Carlos and his friend. He returned to the dining room, where his parents were still chatting, oblivious to what had happened. He sat at the table, his mind elsewhere, while the aroma of fried fish and coconut rice filled the air, a reminder of the roots he had left behind and the new realities he now faced.