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The next day dawned gray, as if the sky knew exactly what was going to happen and wanted to add some drama to the whole thing. Kate got up early, even earlier than usual. I watched her from the bed while she moved around the small apartment with a calm that was driving me crazy. She showered listening to some Nirvana that could barely be heard over the water, and when she came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, the steam followed her like an aura around her slender body worthy of a model that drove me wild, seeing her pussy too good for my taste and knowing that maybe Alan could get something from my own woman was driving me insane, I just kept imagining how he would spank her until her ass was red in front of me, that’s when she stood in front of the hallway mirror and dried her hair with slow movements.
I stayed still, pretending I was still sleeping. But my eyes followed her, I saw how she chose her clothes with more care than usual, some tight black jeans that marked her hips and thin legs, a long-sleeved white t-shirt that clung just below her breasts and let you see the subtle outline of her nipples when she moved. On top she put on a gray jacket that gave her that “I don’t try, but I still look amazing” vibe. She looked in the mirror, bit her lower lip like she did when she was undecided and then smiled to herself. A small, private smile. That killed me.
Before leaving she gave me a soft kiss on the forehead.
“I’m back late, love. The inventory got complicated and then I have the coffee thing with Alan. Don’t wait up if you get sleepy.”
Her voice was sweet, almost innocent. But there was something new underneath… a playful confidence that before only appeared when we were alone in bed.
“What time do you think you’ll be back?” I asked, trying not to sound desperate.
She shrugged, picking up her bag.
“I don’t know. Depends. If the conversation flows…” she left the sentence hanging, winked at me and left.
The door closed with a soft click. And suddenly the apartment was in absolute silence, except for the tick-tock of the wall clock.
It was 4:17 in the afternoon when she left and by 5:42 I was already looking at my phone every thirty seconds. No message. Not even a “I arrived at the café”, not a meme, nothing. Just silence that traumatized me and made me want to call her and stop everything I couldn’t control.
I sat on the couch with the laptop open, pretending to work on a support ticket I hadn’t touched in three days. But my fingers weren’t typing, they were just deleting and rewriting the same line: “¿Todo bien?”. I didn’t want to look like the controlling boyfriend, I didn’t want her to think I didn’t trust her. Although deep down I no longer knew if I trusted her… or myself.
At 6:28 I got up, walked to the kitchen, opened the fridge, closed it without taking anything. Back to the couch. I touched myself over my pants with just a brush because the erection had been there since she walked out the door. But I stopped because I didn’t want to cum yet, I had the feeling that the best thing was to save it so that when she came back I would be at the limit and it would hurt. I guess it’s a form of sadomasochism that I can’t explain but that makes me feel very good, better than I expected.
My head was driving me crazy, I imagined a thousand things… One of them I imagined them sitting at a small table in the corner café, the one with dim lights and exposed brick walls. That Alan leaned toward her to whisper in her ear because the music was loud and that she laughed with that short, angelic laugh that normally was only for me. And that’s when he brushed her hand while passing her the sugar… and she didn’t pull it away. Damn, thinking about that was driving me insane.
Almost an hour later, at 7:15 I opened WhatsApp again and there was still no sign of her, I started pacing around the apartment. Hallway-kitchen-living room-hallway and every time I passed the hallway mirror I saw my pale face, visible dark circles, messy hair, I looked like a man about to lose something important in my life, the woman with whom things had moved way too fast, I was starting to regret confessing the truth to Kate.
At 8:03 the phone vibrated and my heart jumped to my throat because it was her. I took out the phone with a lot of fear of not seeing anything bad like maybe seeing that Alan already had her on all fours about to fuck her better than I can, however I managed to see a 7-second voice message.
I opened it with trembling fingers, her voice sounded happy, a bit hoarse from the long talk:
“Hi love… everything’s good here, the conversation is amazing, Alan has some crazy ideas about some books he’s been reading. I don’t know what time it’ll end, but don’t worry. I love you.”
And I couldn’t hear anything else. She didn’t say “I’m coming” nor did she say “I’m bored”. She said “the conversation is amazing”.
I stared at the phone like an idiot. I played it three more times. Every time I heard that “I love you” at the end, I felt a mixture of relief and rage. Because it sounded sincere… but it also sounded like she was saying it from very far away.
At 8:47 I got in the shower and felt the cold water. I tried to make the erection go down that wouldn’t leave, but it didn’t work. I closed my eyes and imagined her sitting across from Alan, legs crossed, her foot brushing his calf under the table “by accident”. I imagined him whispering something in her ear and her blushing, looking down like she did with me when she got shy… but this time it wasn’t shyness… it was arousal.
I came out of the shower with goosebumps and my cock hard as rock. I put on some old boxers and a t-shirt. I threw myself on the bed. I looked at the ceiling hoping time would pass faster. I thought about masturbating, but I held back again, I wanted to be like this when she arrived. I wanted her to see what she was doing to me. I wanted her to smell the coffee and his perfume on her clothes and know that I knew.
At 10:01 the phone vibrated again.
Another voice message.
This time longer. 18 seconds.
“Love… sorry for the delay. Alan invited me for a second round somewhere else, a little bar near the square. He said he had to tell me something important about a uni project. I said yes, but that I couldn’t stay long. It’s already past ten… I think I’ll be home around eleven thirty, twelve at the latest. Don’t worry, okay? I miss you.” And a short sigh at the end, almost a disguised moan.
“I miss you”. Lie or not, I didn’t know.
The “second round” hit me like a punch, it wasn’t just coffee. It was coffee + bar. It was more time, more alcohol, a night of darkness and a possibility that anything could happen.
I stared at the ceiling again. The rain kept falling. The clock showed 10:08.
I touched myself again. This time harder. I moved my hand up and down slowly, imagining it wasn’t my hand, but Alan’s brushing her thigh under the bar table. Imagining her spreading her legs a little more. Imagining him whispering “and what would Matteo say if he knew you were here with me?”. Imagining her answering with a smile and a “I don’t know… but I like thinking about it”.
I stopped right before cumming, panting and sweating. With my heart pounding in my ears, I knew there wasn’t much left.
Or maybe not, maybe she wouldn’t come back until much later… Maybe she was already in his car, with his hand on her knee, sliding up slowly. Maybe she was already moaning softly while he kissed her neck. Or maybe she was just sitting in a bar, laughing, enjoying the attention of a man who looked at her like I never did, like she was a prize that can be won.
I didn’t know what was worse, the door stayed closed and the clock kept moving and I kept waiting with my cock hard with a mixture of terror and desire that burned me from the inside.
Here is the direct English translation, keeping the original text intact in tone, details, structure, and explicitness—nothing added, removed, or modified:
When the click of the key in the lock made me hold my breath, it was already almost one in the morning. I got up from the sofa with my body heavy and my cock still half-hard from imagining her so much. Little by little I saw her come in, closing the door softly, as if she didn’t want to break the silence that had grown for hours. She took off her shoes slowly, barefoot on the freezing floor, and walked toward me. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips a little more swollen, and on her neck right where the collarbone dips there was a faint pink mark, as if someone had grazed their teeth there and then half-regretted it.
She stopped in front of me, looking at me with those deep, hypnotic green eyes.
“I’m late…” she murmured, voice low and a little hoarse, as if she had talked a lot or as if she had held back moans.
I didn’t answer right away, I just looked at her feeling my heart beating in my throat. That’s when she came closer, sat down next to me on the sofa, so close that her knee brushed mine. She smelled so good and so bad at the same time; her hand rested on my thigh with cold fingers against the hot fabric of my pants.
“Were you waiting long?” she asked, almost whispering while her fingers moved up a centimeter, slowly.
“The whole fucking time,” I answered, my voice rougher than I wanted.
She smiled, that small angelic smile that now had a new edge.
“The coffee ran long… and then Alan said we should go for something quieter. A little bar near the square.” She paused, looking into my eyes. “I couldn’t say no to him.”
I swallowed hard. My cock jumped under my pants.
“And what happened there?” I asked, trying to sound casual, but it came out halting.
Kate bit her lower lip, a gesture that always drove me crazy, and leaned in until her breath brushed my ear.
“He brushed my hand several times… first it was casual, passing me the sugar, but then his fingers stayed there, stroking the back of my hand with his thumb.” Her voice was soft, almost hypnotic. “And he looked at my mouth the whole time, Matteo. Like he was thinking about kissing me. He told me the dress from Saturday had him thinking about me all week.”
I felt heat rising from my stomach to my face. Pure burning jealousy, and at the same time that painful erection I couldn’t hide.
“Did he touch you more?” My voice came out low, almost a plea.
She nodded slowly, without looking away.
“In the bar… the light was low, people were talking loud and he put his hand on my waist to guide me between the tables. And when we said goodbye outside…” she paused, letting the silence fill with images. “He hugged me, a long hug. His chest against mine, his beard brushing my cheek. And there… I think he brushed my neck with his lips. It wasn’t a full kiss. Just… a graze. But it left me trembling.”
The mark on her neck. Now I could see it clearly; it wasn’t accidental.
I moved closer and kissed her, tasting her lips. They tasted of mild beer and something else, another mouth that had been there before. She responded slowly, opening her mouth, letting my tongue in, but she was the one who took control. She pushed me back against the sofa and straddled me, legs spread on either side of my hips.
“Do you like knowing that?” she whispered against my mouth, while she began to move her hips in slow circles, rubbing me right where it hurt most. “Does it turn you on to imagine Alan grazing my neck? That maybe next time it won’t stop at a graze?”
I moaned softly, hands on her hips, pressing her against me.
“Tell me more…” I begged her, almost breathless.
Kate leaned in, her small breasts brushing my chest through the fabric. She took off her t-shirt slowly, letting me see her pale skin, the scattered freckles, her nipples hardened by the cold and by arousal.
“He told me I smelled really good…” she continued, lowering her voice. “That he liked how my skin got goosebumps when he spoke close to me. And I… didn’t deny it.” Her fingers slid down my chest, calmly unbuttoning my pants. “He looked at me like he wanted to eat me right there, Matteo. And I got wet just from that look.”
When she finally freed me, her hand wrapped around me, hot and sure, and she started moving slowly, torturing me.
“Do you want me to keep seeing him?” she asked, while leaning to kiss my neck, maybe imitating what Alan had done to her. “Do you want me to come home late again, with his scent on me, with my skin marked?”
“Yes…” I moaned, closing my eyes, imagining her in that dark bar, legs brushing under the table, her soft laugh when he whispered something in her ear.
She lifted herself a little, pulled off her jeans and panties in one tug, and sat on me again, guiding my cock inside her with a slow, deep movement. She was turning me on with my woman while thinking of another man at the moment we both moaned at the same time. Kate was very wet and hot.
“Look at me,” she ordered, soft but firm, while she began to move up and down, a slow rhythm that drove me crazy. “Imagine it’s me coming back from being with him. That I come in like this, wet because of him, and you fuck me knowing another man left me like this.”
Every word was a lash of pleasure and jealousy; I grabbed her by the hips, thrusting up, feeling how she clenched around me.
“Would you like it if next time it doesn’t stop at a graze?” she whispered, speeding up a little. “If he really kisses me? If he touches me lower?”
I couldn’t answer with words. I just moaned, thrusting harder, lost in the image of Alan kissing her, touching her, making her moan like she was moaning with me now.
We came almost at the same time, her trembling on top of me, me spilling inside with a muffled grunt. She stayed still for a moment, breathing against my neck, and then, with a soft, satisfied voice, she murmured against my skin:
“He invited me to dinner on Friday… I told him I’d think about it.”
She didn’t say anything else.
She just curled up against me, her body warm and heavy, while the silence filled the apartment again.
And I stayed there, heart pounding hard, wondering what I was going to answer her when Friday came.
To be continued
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