They walked in together but their eyes and their hands were not making contact. They had traveled next to each other but their purpose was very different. Maria and I saw them almost at the same time and I rose to greet them while Maria looked away and slumped as if trying to be smaller and not be seen.
She was gorgeous in every way. Her tall body swayed like a bamboo tree in the wind. Her thing waist and round ass seem to spin around the tables as she was walking towards us. Her eyes were so pretty and so big. Her smile was shy and nervous but still playful. Her hair dropped to her shoulders and then jumped with every step. She smelled like water lilies in a summer night of drunken skinny-dipping.
I smelled those lilies as she came to the table first and I reached out to great her. I pulled her body towards me in a casual friendly hug that stayed together perhaps a bit too long. I kissed her cheek or at least tried to - enough to taste her skin, It was so soft.
His hand was moist and big. He was nervous and his handshake was a bit rushed. I squeezed harder than I had to and he seemed to try to pull his big hand away. He must have been 6-4 or 6-5 and lumbered over me but his eyes were running away from mine and his shoulders were slumping. He mumbled a hello or I thought he did because I could not really hear the words - I just assumed that's what it was.
I turned around and saw Maria making a quick greeting gesture at the woman but without making any effort to come closer or establish eye contact. I don't think Maria even noted that the guy was present and he seemed more than content to drop into a seat and fixate on his wife with eager eyes. Those were the eyes of a puppy waiting for the tennis ball to go flying across the lawn. Oh yes, the ball will fly my man - it will fly soon and a lot.
Maria was drinking quickly. I think she had four of five drinks between waiting for the couple to arrive and the short conversation we had. Was she trying to get herself drunk? To avoid experiencing what was about to happen? This was all her doing.
I would have never thought she will cheat on me but the messages were right there in front of me. "I want to feel your hard cock between my wet thighs," said the last one.
"I need your hard cock in my mouth so badly, baby!" was another.
I was starting with disbelief. I could hear her in the kitchen making herself lunch or something and it was tough to reconcile the woman who was making me a sandwich with the woman who wrote: "fuck my ass baby - stretch it - it's yours!"
I think I felt rage and anger and depression all at the same time. My Marisol, my Sole, my soul was having an affair with some unknown guy by the name of Sebastian. It wasn't just an affair, it was a full-blown, dirty fucking, "cum all over me and fuck my ass" mess that was happening right behind me. He was her baby? She never called me baby. She hated when I did that too. What will I call her now - slut? Whore? My wife? Marisol? Cheating, lying, backstabbing, dream crusher?
"Maria! Come here!"
That's when she became Maria - my drunk, nervous, shrinking woman who was watching me talk and flirt. Maria, who insisted many many times that it was just sexting and fantasy and nothing else. How could I believe that? Maria who swore she never met him? She was just roleplaying. Maria, who cried and swore she wanted only me. Maria, whom I asked "What would you do if you saw me fuck another woman?" and who replied,
