When Calita told me Juan would visit, I had just closed the door to my office after a meeting. The news was a jolt of adrenaline at the end of a long day.
“You mean the Juan? The one you, um, told me about?” I could hear nervous energy creeping into my voice.
“The very same,” she said. “I thought you might be interested. I was thinking he could stay with us for a couple of days.”
I sat in my office chair. I could visualise the picture she had shown me of Juan on her phone: laying back at ease with a casual smile, his biceps and muscles rippling under his tattoos. Of course, the next image she had shown me was a photo he had taken of her naked body, her eyes glazed and her mouth open, nipples aroused, legs spread, her labia swollen soft and wet, splashes of his spunk dabbled across her belly and breasts. My dick swelled and strained against my boxer shorts, and I struggled to stay focused on the conversation with Calita.
“Stay with us? Same house then?” Leave it to me to say something idiotic.
“Yes of course! Don’t be weird.”
***
She knew what I was thinking about, of course, because we had talked about it countless times. It started one day in bed when she had complimented me on my cock. I laughed and said, “What about the girth? Have you had a wider one?” I had meant it as a joke, and she had laughed lightly. Then a thoughtful look crossed her face, and she gave a little smile.
“Now that you mention it…” She grinned.
“Really?” I was all ears now. “Who was it then?”
“Are you sure you want to know?” she asked.
“I think I do, actually.”
Her eyes met mine, and her cheeks flushed red. “Did I ever tell you about Juan?”
Juan had been her boyfriend in her early 20s, during a period after university when, as I began to discover, Calita had been quite adventurous. There had been one-night stands, the occasional bisexual experience or threesome on drunken nights out on the town. Juan, however, stood out. He had been a couple of years older than her, about my age, and he had worked in construction before becoming a contractor. When I asked what she remembered the most about him, however, she was quite clear: “His cock. It was fucking amazing.” Plus, she continued, “he fucked me like nobody else, ever.” She told me he could make her come like a fountain. I asked her if it made her wet just thinking about him, she had...
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