*** Disclaimer for whiners: This story fits into both the Loving Wives and Interracial Love categories, and not in the Incest / Taboo section. However, the infidelity aspect is the greater theme here, as seen in light of Lorena's stubbornness in the face of her crumbling marriage. The House Of Robles series is diverse when it comes to multi-categorialism. ***
What Life's All About
"Loosen up, woman." Cecilia Espinoza, also known as the infamous Aunt Cessy, told her uptight sister. The forty-three year-old, voluptuous looker stood before the couch, teasing Lorena with an empty bottle of beer. "You want me to get you another one before the party really starts?"
Lorena sized her younger sister up. Cessy stood a few inches taller at five-four, and weighed somewhere between one-fifty and one-sixty, although the vain woman would never willingly reveal her exact weight. Her sister's measurements were thirty-six - twenty-six - thirty-eight, which meant she had sizable D cups in front of her, and a big, meaty rump behind. At present, Cessy wore a plum colored, corset top that was a little wide around the waist, but extra tight around the bust. A black skirt clung to her horse ass like fresh paint.
"I'm talking to you, bitch." Cessy looked annoyed.
"Go ahead and get me another beer." Lorena relented.
"Are you going to drink it? Or are you going to give it a blowjob like you did to your last bottle, until it gets all warm and nasty? I bet you're thinking that it's your husband's dick you have in your mouth, isn't it?"
Lorena considered the empty container her sister held in her hand. "You see that bottle you're holding? Turn it upside down and look at how wide it is at the bottom. That's how big my husband's dick is when he's soft."
"How big is it when he's hard?"
"Bigger than your big mouth."
"Well, goddamn!" Cessy started laughing. "Maybe we should have invited him over, instead of those Marines I called!"
Lorena crossed her arms impatiently.
"What would you do if I somehow ended up fucking Pablo?" Cessy taunted.
"I wouldn't care."
"No, seriously. What would you do?"
"I thought you were going to get me another beer?" Lorena reminded her younger sister. Her voice sounded irritated now.
"Don't you start giving me attitude, bitch." Cessy strolled off toward the kitchen. "I'll show your ass to the door."
Lorena knew her sibling was only kidding. Cessy wasn't usually so edgy, but she had been drinking quite a bit over the last couple of hours. The slightly older woman watched her younger sister disappear down the hallway, before she started thinking about her failed marriage again.
It was over, Lorena knew. Twenty-four years of building a life with Pablo, of raising a family and helping to maintain a sturdy roof over their heads: all that had gone down the drain. There was nothing left but ruins.
The worst part about it was that all of the turmoil had been her fault. It was Lorena that had gone and listened to Melinda's lies about Pablo cheating with a coworker. It had been Lorena who had driven her husband away from their bed. Thanks to her, the house had become divided, with Melinda, Frankie and Amanda taking her side at first, while the lone Victoria staunchly defended her father to the bitter end. Everything had changed recently. Amanda was acting as if she'd turned her back on her mother, and even the scornful Melinda seemed to have softened her stance against Pablo. The boys, Frankie and Junior, didn't seem to care about their parents' potential split any more; they were always out doing their own thing.
Her entire life was ruined, Lorena deliberated, unless she 'loosened up' and became an outright whore like her younger sister. That's how Cessy saw things; Lorena should start screwing every single guy that turned his eyes in her direction. The more cocks the better. After that nauseating, repulsive notion, the petite mature woman was more than ready for that next bottle of beer.
Physically, there was nothing wrong with Lorena. She wasn't even five feet tall, but she had curves where they counted most. Lorena's chest measured out at thirty-four inches. Her C cups were still shapely and attractive. She had a lean waist, size twenty-four, and her hips were at thirty-four. Those dimensions gave her the hourglass figure most women her age, or any age for that matter, would die for. Oh, and she was much lighter in skin tone than her dark-skinned sister, and much, much more beautiful than Cessy by any standard.
Mentally, on the other hand, Lorena was in a shambles. How was a forty-five year-old woman like her supposed to start over? She was not about to start putting stupid and desperate-sounding messages online to attract men! Even Lorena's more conservative blouse, hued in a soft yellow, and her tidy and tan canvas shorts, weren't enough to defeat the feeling of unattractiveness, of abandonment, that she felt within her soul.
Cessy waltzed back into the living room and set a new bottle on the coffee table between them. "I don't expect you to be moping all night, okay? You came here to have fun, remember, and not to drown your sorrows in alcohol like some old wino."
"Maybe getting screwed by a bunch of strangers isn't my idea of fun!" Lorena retorted.
"Maybe getting screwed by a bunch of strangers isn't my idea of fun." Cessy mocked her. "Well, maybe this is what life's all about. Maybe some of us don't want to spend our lives pretending that our kids are going to be babies forever, and that we have to watch over every single step they take for the rest of their lives. Maybe some of us want to have some kind of fun before we're ready to jump into the grave, instead of worrying about bills, or shitty bosses at work, or shitty cars that always want to break down when I don't have the money to fix them. Do you ever think of that stuff?"
Lorena suddenly felt like leaving. She'd had it all: the husband, the kids, the house, even a little money saved up in the bank. She had thrown it all into the garbage over something that wasn't even true.
"If you want Pablo back so much, why don't you just go and talk to him?" Cessy suggested.
Right, Lorena thought, so Pablo could remind her about how she'd been stupid enough to fall for Melinda's lies. He'd already been doing plenty of that, and Lorena had her fill of hearing it. No thanks!
And what if Pablo refused to take her back, after she'd come pleading to him on her knees. Such a rejection would devastate the woman's wounded pride worse than it had been damaged already. How could Lorena live with herself, if the man she had given her life to for over twenty-four years wouldn't even give her the time of day?
"I will never go back to Pablo Robles." Lorena resolved. To further cement her decision, she picked up the fresh bottle and took a deep gulp of its contents.
"Then loosen up and have some fun." Cessy persisted, turning toward the front door when she heard the doorbell chime. "The Marine guys are here. Don't act up in front of them, or else I'm not letting you come over here for a month. Are you listening to me?"
Lorena said nothing.
Her sultry sister opened the door, and in walked two white guys and one black guy, all three dressed in tees and jeans. They hadn't even bothered to dress up, Lorena noticed, frowning right after. What kind of guys went out to meet a pair of older women while wearing regular, drab tees and jeans? They looked like they were going out for a cheap hamburger. Whatever happened to the time when a man went out of his way to look presentable to a woman?
Cessy motioned for the men to take seats on the wider couch across from Lorena. Once seated, the thick Latina ambled over to sit next to her sister.
"So, you're all United States Marines?" Cessy asked.
"Hoorah!" One of the young men cheered enthusiastically.
The black kid reached over and high-fived this first young man's hand.
They were all so pathetic, thought Lorena.
