FANTASIA III: THE GIRL WITH JASMIN ODOR

AN INEXPLICABLE ATTRITION “Damn it!” - shuffled Virginia looking at the screen of her laptop that contained an error message at work she was developing. Another day that everything seemed to be going wrong – she wished she was somewhere else far away, doing anything to relax her from the tension she was feeling. She hadn't had a decent sex with her husband Gustavo in months, and that was something that was really bothering her. “How can she?” - she thought; her husband had always been an exceptional lover, who knew exactly how to satisfy the uncontrollable desire that roared like a beast trapped inside her and that when she sat down she allowed her to feel like a different person; a better person! It was all a huge mystery and a disappointment that was dragging your marriage towards an abyss whose bottom you couldn't see. Gustavo was the man of her life, the lover, the companion and the husband she had always dreamed of. I couldn't think of a life without him. No, definitely, she couldn't live without him. They were complete in every way – especially in sexual matters – and Gustav knew very well how to make Virginia a happy and accomplished woman. They were delicious nights (and what nights!), where the time seemed to only so Virginia could feel the vigor of her male possessing her in every possible and imaginable way, causing her prolonged orgasms for as much caress as she thought she could resist. Anyway, Gustavo was his man and that disappointing and unexpected situation made Virginia go crazy with the remote possibility of losing her husband and, consequently, her marriage. "Wow! What is that smell?” – Virginia thought while that intoxicating jasmine odor invaded the environment. It was a very familiar odor for her, as it was the essence of the first perfume she gained from her lovely maternal grandmother who, in addition to caring for her creation, was also her first and best confidant. Jasmine was also the essence of the perfumes she used to get as a gift from her husband, who had learned from her family that that was her favorite odor. How Virginia loved that smell. It was something lovely and exciting at the same time! But where did that sweet, delicious odor come from? Virginia was very intrigued and decided that it was better to leave her workroom and try to find out where that smell came from, as well as it excited her deeply. He arrived at the reception still curious to know why that smell was so delicious. He set his feet in the center of the huge room and began to act like an animal looking for his prey, deeply aspiring the air around him with the hope that he would tell him the origin of that almost maddening odor. And it wasn't hard to find the source of the odor since your carrier was waiting for you. “The candidate for the internship slot is there waiting for you” – Samantha’s voice, her secretary acted as an alarm in her senses that immediately directed to the person who was sitting on a corner couch hidden between decorative reception foliage. Virginia walked towards her realizing that the odor was becoming more accurate and further stimulating her senses. It did not take long for the smell to take the form of a beautiful young woman who, sitting on that couch, would certainly go unnoticed by everyone passing by. She was a redhead of remarkable Nordic descent, whose beauty could not be described with words – even because Virginia would not be able to find one capable of defining it – and whose features mixed a teenage look into a sculptural woman's body. As she walked towards her, she realized that she cast a frowning look at her (almost obscene) thoughts, but from which Virginia subtly dodged herself, not wanting to demonstrate that the odor exhaled by that woman had lit a different flame within her. The young woman rose from the couch waiting for the arrival of her interlocutor with a broad and welcoming smile illuminating her face and making it clear that she wanted to be welcomed. Virginia presented herself by reaching out to the young woman who paid back quite warmly, but with a certain commitment. “Hello, my name is Daphne and I am delighted to meet you. I came for the interview that had been scheduled days ago by your secretary for the internship position” - that young girl’s voice sounded in a simple tone with a certain touch of daring characteristic of age. She was an early, determined-looking young woman who wanted to conquer the world as quickly as possible – and this reminded Virginia herself years ago when she had also been in a similar situation. Virginia returned her greeting and asked Daphne to accompany her to her room where they could talk better. They entered the room occupied by the executive whose wide and high windows allowed the entrance of enough light to make the atmosphere welcoming, while allowing Virginia to observe better that candidate whose jasmine aroma persisted invading the environment and meddling in their nostrils causing sensations still unspeakable and unexpected. They talked about the trivial and after a brief curriculum presentation from Daphne, Virginia told her that according to what she observed from her academic qualifications she was the person suitable for the internship and that if there was no problem she could start next Monday. The young woman's face lit up once again with a huge smile of happiness for the news she had just received, hindering only if she could not begin immediately. Virginia, surprised by that request, remained a few seconds without knowing what to say, but soon afterwards he replied to her that there would be no problems, only that the internship contract would be signed only next week because of a restrictive human resources issue. And Daphne, in turn, said that she would love to start her internship as soon as possible, including because she felt “delicious” to work alongside Virginia. That word (“delicious”) left Virginia even more intrigued by the behavior of that newcomer, but thought it might be just a force of expression appropriate to what she was feeling. Before forwarding Daphne to her secretary, Virginia was unable to contain her enormous curiosity and asked if she was wearing some kind of jasmine perfume. Daphne immediately blushed and an unusual shyness took over the young woman's until then spontaneous behavior. Virginia, in turn, felt that she had said something improper or rude and begged the young woman to forget the question and apologize for the abuse of privacy. Daphne smiled and returned her excuses explaining that whenever asked about it she was a little inept, since she realized that her new boss had felt the jasmine smell that her body exhaled. Unwanted to maintain that atypical situation, Daphne justified herself by saying that she had been accustomed by her mother and grandmother to bathe with a natural essence of jasmine since childhood and that over the years that became her trademark, some people thought it was exotic while others hated it. “Didn’t you like it?” – Daphne’s question again caught Virginia off guard, as the truth had turned her on with that odor. However, without letting what he really felt, I told him that on the contrary, I liked that soft and subtle odor very much, and that usually also wore perfumes with the same essence. Daphne opened a new smile much more enigmatic than the previous ones, revealing that the comment of her interlocutor had caused a different feeling than she expected. They stayed there, a few minutes, speechless – just looks that seemed to say everything without revealing anything – and were interrupted by Samantha's entry with her superior's schedule of activities for the afternoon. Virginia officially introduced Daphne to Samantha and told her to refer her to the Human Resources Department in order to regularize the internship contract for the young woman I intended to start that same day. They said goodbye with a new handshake and Virginia noticed a strange heat going through her guts responding to the soft touch, but full of a certain “electricity” coming from her new employee. Samantha and Daphne withdrew from the room and Virginia stayed there for a few minutes trying to understand what had really happened at that meeting. And the rest of the afternoon went through the usual daily troubles, except for the fact that Virginia’s encounter with the young intern had caused an impact not yet fully evaluated. On occasion, she caught herself thinking about that face and still feeling that sweet and deliciously provocative jasmine odor; it was an unusual situation for that woman experienced in her profession, but totally unaware of human behavior. At night, in her home, in the company of her husband, Virginia sought to act normally, avoiding denouncing the event that occurred that day with the young intern who had aroused some kind of unexplained feeling and had confused her with her feelings and expectations. He had dinner and watched some television with Gustavo who, in turn, was also absorbed in his thoughts that took him away from there, somewhere where – according to Virginia – he had lost all his excitement and all his desire. Virginia felt it was right to go to bed and after communicating her decision to her partner, she received an agreement that they should both do the same. Virginia slowly undressed her clothes that at that time of the night resembled a medieval armor – heavy and uncomfortable – thinking about Daphne, her day of work and the remote possibility of being observed by her husband's greedy eyes, which, in fact, was true. However, a half-truth, since Gustavo's greed and desire were limited to looking at her thirsty for horny, but without the necessary compensation for a entanglement that resulted in much sex and many orgasms. Virginia bathed and dried herself very quickly sought her black baby doll (the only piece she wore to sleep) and lay down without waiting for her husband who was still under the shower enjoying the restorative power of the water that flowed through her tired body and filled with signs of the concern that was chasing her in recent times. From the bedroom, looking directly at the Virginia glass box tasted your husband's body. He was a handsome and sensual man, of a discreet and attractive manhood. His broad shoulders flanking a modeled chest without abuse and with a practically imperceptible belly supported by turned arms and legs at the cost of daily trips to the academy made him a desirable and exciting man for any woman. As for her face, Virginia thought of how beautiful her husband was – of a beauty without aesthetic excesses produced only for hedonistic satisfaction – and how she had always cared for herself – and only for her – showing that the love she felt was something worthy of being cultivated and fed only for the satisfaction of the couple. Indeed, Gustav was a wonderful man in all respects, but those were difficult times that required her, just like with him, the firmness of believing that better days were yet to come and that they would still be very happy. And it was with that vision in his eyes and with those thoughts surrounding his mind that Virginia fell asleep deeply, leaving behind all the disappointments and surprises of another day of life. She was so exhausted that she didn't even feel it when Gustavo lay next to her, hugging her lovingly, also falling asleep soon afterwards. It was a deep, tasty sleep, operating a real repair on your body and spirit. Even Dafne's image had disappeared from her memories and with her the smell of jasmine that had left her senses kind of freaked out by what she did not know. ONE MORE DECISION. The following days were filled with new challenges and expectations in his work, compensating for Gustav's absence and distancing that each day demonstrated his disappointment and his absolute state of unhappiness and impatience with that situation of sexual impassivity that reflected in his marriage and shook the belief that everything could change. On the other hand, Virginia had come much closer to her intern. In addition to the work they developed together, they used to have lunch together and after being fed to walk around the building exchanging ideas about new projects and longings about the possible results of those who were in progress. These were moments of relaxation when Virginia could smile openly, freeing her mind from concerns about her marriage and the lack of sex with her husband. Daphne resembled an escape valve through which all tensions disappeared and spontaneous laughter operated a true miracle in the spirit of that woman lost in feelings of absence and unrequited desire. One day Gustavo had appeared by surprise at the Virginia office with an invitation to lunch together. Virginia was initially queasy with that delightful surprise of her husband, but she realized Daphne's curious and uncomfortable looks that were spying on them from a discreet distance. Virginia felt herself in a tight skirt, because while she really wanted to share Gustavo's company that afternoon, she could not simply dismiss her new friend with whom she had shared lunch hours over the last month. It was a cruel doubt with no possibility of fair choice. At this critical moment Daphne approached with the excuse to bring some reports to Virginia requiring her to present it to her husband. Virginia made the proper presentations and as soon as she outlined giving some excuse to dismiss Daphne, she went through an statement that she was going to leave at lunch to settle some personal to-do. They said goodbye to Virginia relieved by the subtle action of her new friend and after passing some information on to Samantha, she left with her husband for a deserved lunch. During the afternoon of that day, Virginia realized that Daphne had avoided being alone with her, feeling that the young intern had resented what happened at lunchtime. Virginia, not knowing very well why, was disconcerted by the event and the repercussion caused in Daphne. She could not understand what intimate reasons led her to worry as much about that young woman as if her approval or disapproval had a sentimental meaning for both. Virginia tried for a few times to approach the intern to ask her if everything was all right, but in all of them Daphne had shirked in a polite and subtle way. The end of the day and the farewell devoid of the usual enthusiasm of the intern blew a cold wind in the heart of Virginia that went home with a tip of anguish undermining her energies. After dinner, Gustavo caught his wife with a lost look and a sad look. He asked her what was going on and Virginia smiling with an impersonal smile, told her there was nothing wrong and that she was just very tired, because the day had been exhausting. She felt it well not to reveal her concerns about Daphne, even because even she herself would not be able to explain to her what was happening. They lay down early and Virginia took a long time to sleep; Daphne's gaze, the feeling that she had become jealous of Gustav's presence, the sadness of what happened, and a strange feeling of repressed desire, prevented Virginia from falling asleep. He stood there, turning on the bed from one side to the other, until he nestled next to the husband's body, who, as always, slept a heavy and unsound sleep. Gustavo was naked (in fact, as was his habit), and Virginia enjoyed that lean body delineated by well-worked muscles, but without excesses, thinking how good a night of insane sex would be like old times. Old times that seemed to have disappeared in the mist of time. No choice has fallen asleep. “Virginia awoke from outburst to soft touch of hands running through her body. She opened her eyes and realized that she was naked in fur, lying in her bed without the presence of her husband. Once again, he felt the soft, velvety touch of small, agile hands walking through his body causing an unmeasured chill. The room was in a soft penumbra and the only light that bathed its interior had a bluish tone operating a delightful and relaxing calm. Virginia opened her eyes seeking to get used to the low luminosity of the environment while searching for the person who owned those hands that had left her body in boiling, excited as a high school girl and felt her wet vagina and eager for pleasure. The figure she understood behind you wasn't Gustavo's. Once again, he got scared, thinking of the possibility that he was being raped. But a sweet, well-known voice asked her to calm down to enjoy the caresses she was getting. Virginia fixed her eyes on that slender, subtle figure realizing at some point that it was the figure of a woman. He got up almost a jump and held that person by the shoulders approaching his face from the low luminosity directed to find that it was Daphne! Virginia went mad, wanted to scream, wanted to slap that slut, but all that disappeared when the young woman gave her an intimate and sensual kiss, which made her almost lose her senses, realizing that she no longer commanded her body and her will; the only thing she wanted was to give herself up to that delightfully obscene woman who waved with a perverted, but much desired seduction. Touches and caresses were succeeding almost undisturbed and Virginia felt levitated when her partner's agile fingers began to play with the big lips of her bloated, wet vagina that pulsated from so much horny! How crazy was that? What was going on?” This time Virginia was actually awakened from that almost real dream, not by the voice of Daphne, but by the worried words of Gustav whose hands shook her body that seemed to come out of a state of uncontrollable convulsion that had left her completely sweaty and agitated. She opened her eyes as one who jumped from the train of death and looked at her husband's face, found that everything she had felt – or thought she had felt – was nothing more than a disfigured daydream of reality. He hugged Gustav so strongly that he ran out of action, frightened by his wife's actions, but affable to comfort her once more. They kissed. It was a kiss that contained all the desires at the same time. Gustav too longed to return to the times when he loved his wife with the hornyness of a twenty-year-old boy, and who saw in her the living expression of his conception of sensuality and excitement. Virginia, in turn, wanted to be loved and possessed much more than before; she wanted to forget the face of Daphne and that strange sense of desire for someone of the same sex, holding back something that she had in herself as obscene, perverted, unwarranted from any angle that was seen. He touched Gustavo's somewhat hardened limb and proceeded to massage him with the firm intention of masturbating his husband in order to provoke some reaction. Gustavo was really excited, but at the same time, he realized that the answer was weak and distant. Virginia did not hesitate to lower her head and take that instrument in her mouth sucking it with suffering from those who crave a rigid penis ready for unforgettable penetration. They dropped out at that moment of intimacy when the man was subdued by the delicious mouth of a horny woman whose body looked like an exploding hormone plant. Virginia insisted on the practice of that oral sex she liked so much to do, and felt that at every moment her vagina would become wetter than before and more receptive to a penetration that would tear her inside and cause her a place of unique satisfaction enough to suffocate the idea of giving herself to Daphne and a relationship doomed to misfortune. At some point that huge muscle instrument showed signs of an action-worthy erection and Virginia felt rewarded for the effort to make her man the only male ready to penetrate her with the vigor of long-awaited sex. Without wasting any time she laid her husband on the bed and climbed over him riding that muscular, sexy stallion. He rubbed his buttocks on the stiffened penis and allowed him to rub the large dilated lips of his burning vagina, crying out for a ruthless attack of the insatiable male who wants to have that woman at any cost. Gustavo took his penis and decidedly pointed the gland in the direction of the vagina penetrating it in a calculated and progressive way only to allow Virginia to feel the penetration, moaning and moving in order to welcome the full extent of that brutal but mercilessly powerful limb that had always caused her delicious orgasms and that at that moment was the only thing that mattered. They were thus united by a penetration begun and that gave signs of success equal to what had always been. Virginia forced her womb to offer her vagina to the expected sacrifice imposed by Gustav's powerful instrument and shook her hips, breathing deep from those who had so much repressed horny that they would not be able to retain it any longer. And it wasn't long before that executioner composed of flesh and muscles penetrated the vagina soaked with fluid and horny. Everything really seemed to be back to what it was. However, the link did not last long, since suddenly Gustavo felt his vigor fade without any reason, emptying the rigidity of his penis in a totally disappointing process of decline. Virginia, in turn, also felt the loss that withered inside her leaving her vagina pulsing through the unfinished one. I didn't know if I was crying, screaming, or just abandoning that moment to go cry in some hidden corner of everything and everyone – especially your dear, energyless husband. They fell into bed next to each other. The lost looks, the naked bodies, and the feeling of emptiness and sadness invaded their beings, throwing them into a dark and dark abyss filled with sadness and unrepressed revolt. Only the night in its silent and omissive depth accompanied them as they slept inert and powerless before the facts that made it evident that that relationship was by a thread and that it would not take long for one of them to renounce the other and abandon any feeling of hope. THE BITCH WITH PASSEGO. Days and nights followed each other, demanding that forgetfulness steal from Virginia the sad memories of the last night she had with her husband. They continued their lives together, having lunch from time to time, always having dinner and sleeping under the same roof and in the same bed just because they both did not know what to do and how to deal with that situation. But for Virginia, something had been broken. She had felt that her interior was broken into pieces that refused to be reunited, making her existence a vastness of sensations filled with sadness and discontent with the perfidious gift that fate had given her. And given the dream she had that fateful and disastrous night, Virginia began to avoid being alone with Daphne, treating her as cordially as possible, but with the distance the situation required. She didn't know exactly why, but inside she blamed Daphne for what happened last night. That dream had worked the wrong way, making her think that the mistake was in the mere presence of that young redhead, whose beauty was the first thing Virginia noticed, following a sense of incontained involvement that she just couldn't explain and that now she didn't even want to know. The important thing, according to her, was to avoid Daphne and try to understand what was happening and what was that young woman's true participation in Virginia's life. On that Friday afternoon, Virginia was not surprised by her husband's phone call informing her that she would meet an old childhood friend and that she would be late getting home, since she thought it would be better if she was alone with herself thinking about what to do with her life. And that information gave him the opportunity to do so without demanding that Gustavo stay away from her for a while. After all, divorce had become a possibility and if it could become a reality, Virginia needed to be sure of what to do and how to act from then on. She thought of leaving early, or even parking in some bar and stuffing her face like she used to when she was single, drowning all her sorrows and hopelessness in a glass of vodka or tequila. He even thought about doing nothing, just going home and sitting on the couch watching time pass and hoping that something would happen and she could then go back in time to a time when she was very happy and knew very well! You've thought of all the possibilities. And he did. And he did. And by the time you realized the night had come. The office was empty and Virginia just realized that time had passed when she heard Samantha's striking voice saying good night and wishing her a good weekend, to which she answered almost robotly, thinking only what she should do with her life. He turned out the lights in his office, leaving only the light that emanated from the lamp in his desk. She opened one of the drawers on her desk and took out a bottle of vodka and a glass (remembers of the time she had worked with some gringos who used to drink in their rooms after work). He walked to the couch that stood beside his desk and served as a rest for after hours, spreading his well-designed body in generous ways (without excess) and sipping a sip of the drink in his hands. She remained there, lost in thoughts that nothing concluded and wondered what would be of her life without the pleasure of sex and without the company of her husband whom she loved and desired all moments as if they were always the first of her life. Money and professional success were not enough to compensate for Gustavo's lack of affection and skills. In fact, everything else would be expendable if she could not feel alive, loving and being loved. He imagined himself separated, sad, unhappy and unloved! What else could be worse! Suddenly, the door opened and Virginia noticed a figure showing itself with the light behind it. She couldn't quite see who it was and thought it was some employee who was still working, but the soft voice saying her name turned out to be Daphne. Timidly, she asked if she could come in, asking which Virginia wished to answer negatively, repelling the one she supposed to be responsible for all her problems. But you thought about it, and you concluded that that girl was not to blame for anything. I told him to come in and close the door, after all, he didn't want to be seen like that sloppy, sad. Daphne went in and shut the door behind him, and said with a still soft voice, but with a brow and fear and fear, “I wanted to apologize, I think I did you some harm and I really wanted you to forgive me.” Those words sounded deep in the soul of Virginia; poor girl! She thought that Daphne had no idea about her coworker's problems and that there was no blame for anyone else but herself. He said everything was fine and that it was just a moment of exhaustion. He tried in every way to divert Daphne's attention from what was really happening, but suddenly he saw himself in tears, crying copiously and sobbing as the words were swallowed dry. She tried to get up from the couch and hide her face moistened by the tears that flowed from her eyes, but as soon as she did, she was embraced by a friend who squeezed Virginia's body against hers with an intensity she had never felt before. Dafne's hands were like a sweet, caring caress, at the same time, when the warmth of that girl's body made Virginia more comfortable and quiet. It was an unexplained peace and a sense of closeness that she didn't even imagine could exist. Daphne was there holding her friend for a while, until, touching her chin with one of her hands, she approached her lips to those who adorned her friend's face and touched them gently, just feeling the sweetness and promise that they kept for those who dared to approach. Virginia, in turn, feeling powerless to outline any resistance let herself kiss an unholy kiss, forbidden but inexplicably longed for and awaited. It was a tender, sensual kiss. It was a different, peaceful sensuality, without excesses and without male dominance over the female. Not just a kiss of affection, but also of repressed desire and promise of something much deeper and more engaging. Virginia smelled the jasmine that emanated from that body of perfect shapes and full of youth and energy, while savoring a kiss with peach taste that fed her spirit and her soul, warming her inside and throwing away the emptiness that until that moment out the only thing inside her. They kissed more and more. Dafne's hands walked her friend's body and gave clear signs that they wanted to see her naked and handed over to the caresses that the young woman had kept inside her and that now needed to be released for the satisfaction of both. The young woman knew that there was nothing to be afraid of, not even what to think; she just slowly began to undress Virginia’s clothes as one who takes advantage of every moment and every gesture with the delicacy of wanting ever more. Finally, Virginia was completely naked and Daphne pulled her next to the light – she needed to see that delicious body she had long ago coveted and that would now be hers anyway. He looked with a greedy look very similar to that of the child who seeing a mountain of sweets in front of him, barely knows where he should begin to taste the goodies and whose will is to have them all for himself at once! Ensnared, Daphne touched Virginia's full breasts by caressing them the volume and ending up playing with the swollen nipples that looked more like little ripe fruit calling a mouth that wanted to taste them without pity or pity. The young woman sucked each of them – initially in a delicate way – to suck them with the intensity of those who waited very long for that opportunity. And Virginia, in turn, enjoyed that unique and special moment, feeling desired (something she had forgotten or lost in recent times). That girl in front of you unequivocally demonstrated that she wanted her with such intensity that Virginia was unable to outline any resistance. After all, she needed to feel alive! How to resist another person’s desire for you! – she thought – it doesn’t matter if it’s another woman, ... what matters is that warm and caring feeling of the hands walking through your body, exploring every detail, every protrusion with curiosity loaded with desire. No, there was just no way to resist. And Virginia didn't want to resist. There were moments of total madness. Virginia sought to strip her new companion as quickly as she had done to herself, stripping that young body full of energy with shapes and details filled with the vice of those who had just blossomed into life and expelling an uncontrollable wave of desire and hornyness. Daphne's breasts were something of divine: firm, well-designed, nipples typical of an untouched virgin. Virginia kissed them, sucked their swollen nipples, making them more upright than they already were. The hands walked through the bodies seeking not only to taste the opportunity but also to repay each gesture loaded with repressed horny. Daphne showed an incredible skill and soon had in one hand the wet, dilated vagina of her new lover. He played with her, giving her a massage with long and paused movements, causing an unbridled rage in her friend who groaned and squirmled, giving herself without guilt to the dedicated affection of her friend. Daphne made Virginia lie on the couch and her mouth began to kiss her belly descending in a determined march toward the mount of Venus of her beloved. Finally, Daphne's tongue has traveled the entire length of that vagina completely taken by desire. He kissed the mount of Venus covered with soft and soft hair and went his way, taking between his lips the swollen clits like a tiny, vibrant penis. Virginia groans more and more, controlling only the volume for fear that someone besides them could hear it and end that unexpected, but very welcome, daydream. Almost instinctively, Virginia pulled her beloved close to her by confiding her that she also wanted to feel the warmth of her vagina. Daphne sighed that she had always wished that someone like Virginia would be the first person to do it (first!), and immediately climbed the couch by placing her pelvis close to the mouth of her desired superior. Virginia – at first – explored that vagina thinking that she would feel disgusted to have oral sex in Daphne, she feared that she would end up destroying that unique moment, causing an unforgivable sadness and emptiness both in Daphne herself and in herself. However, that jasmine smell emanating from that chaste and juvenile sex had simply functioned as an aphrodisiac, whose aroma had invaded his nostrils, his being and his soul, stimulating a sensation Virginia had never experienced. And following an instinct that he didn't know how to possess, he kissed Daphne's wet vagina feeling the same taste of peach he had felt in the kiss responsible for all that whirlwind of emotions and indescribable sensations. Soon Virginia’s language gained the necessary dexterity to make the most of that young woman’s flavors and aromas in a hormonal explosion worthy of an erotic tale. Soon they were enjoying a sixty - nine position, mutually stimulating the dilated vaginas and causing successive and deliciously pleasant orgasms. Gemiam in a heat that seemed to have no end and when Virginia demonstrated some exhaustion, Daphne – not making a plea – ran to her purse with a small vibrator in her hands that began to use with the ability of those who had practiced in themselves many times. That little instrument explored the entire surface of Virginia’s pink temple, causing small chills of hornyness to which she responded with groans, excited screams and retrieving of her body, signaling how much pleasure she was feeling. And Daphne, in turn, took advantage of that enormous excitement to force penetration with the vibrator that was fully matched by the vagina of her beloved whose pelvic movements were clear proof that she had loved that new experience. Virginia moved with the vigor of those who were being possessed by themselves, or even by the desire of Daphne who had once again made her the woman who had always been: fiery and full of desire. He thought for a moment how good it would be to unite the useful to the pleasant: having in the same bed Gustavo and Daphne (just the best of two worlds), just for her and nothing else! Yes, it would be deliciously obscene, but at the same time, utterly sensual. Virginia could almost feel the presence of Gustavo there, as a mere spectator, unable to do anything, can only see, delight and go mad from horny! Imagining a scene of sheer obscenity – with the passive observation of her husband – Virginia enjoyed a few times, and each of them more intense and wetter than the previous one, feeling that the liquid that flowed from her inside left soaking the leather of the sofa where they were allowing her to slip simulating more intense movements and with greater opportunity to taste that little instrument of pleasure. You're joking. Virginia had come so many times that she had already asked for the bill and a little of the senses; she was completely out of her mind, just sipping each orgasm as if it were the first of her life. I wanted it all to never end and that she would continue there, only to be possessed by the youthful desire of her intern. Dafne, in turn, smiled and enjoyed the fact that she provided so much pleasure to another woman; a woman whom she had longed for since the first day she set foot in that office looking for a place of internship and even imagining that she would find the woman who blossomed all the hornyness that she, for so long, reprehended with fear of unwanted consequences in the eyes of a society full of false puritanism. And there she was: giving pleasure and meaning in giving pleasure to a woman who had become the most adorable accomplice anyone could ever have in life; beautiful, charming, intelligent and sensual without measures; everything that Daphne had always dreamed of. Suddenly, the young woman was removed from her daydream by the advancement of her partner who took the toy from her hands, gave signs that from that moment she was the one who commanded the show. He gently laid his companion on the couch and lay upon her having the small instrument in one of the hands strategically positioned on her pelvis as imitating a small penis ready for penetration of the female who was languously awaiting the delicious sacrifice. Virginia started the movement in the direction and direction of that vagina ready to be penetrated. “Then, please, my love, go very slowly, ... be very affectionate, ... it is my first time and I really want it to be special” - Daphne’s voice sounded like a stimulant to the senses of Virginia that got even more excited than it was already, going crazy with the possibilities that that moment would provide both. And she smiled at the virgin partner that she inserted the little instrument into her vagina with a slow, cadencated movement, demonstrating softness added to the enormous desire to possess that woman totally. While the little instrument was doing its work with the help of Virginia's pelvis, it took hold of his partner's mouth, giving him tender and voracious kisses, which savoured the essence of peach that Dafne exhaled and that made Virginia even more excited and horny than even on the best nights with her husband had perceived to be able to feel. Her mind was in line with the possibility that this was something she had always wanted, but had always avoided with fear of the consequences. It was a unfounded fear that only existed because of the social demand, but that now it could be released without fear that it could cause him any harm. Loving another woman had become a delightful reality with which Virginia unconsciously always longed, but who could never believe it would come true. Daphne's loud and scandalous groan was the announcement that orgasm had arrived. She enjoyed such depth that her nails were inserted into the back of her companion, pulling her even further towards her and causing the small instrument to disappear into the wet and warm vagina that finally tasted the sense of a fully satisfied horny. Virginia drew even closer to her partner's warm, pulsating body by taking the time to feel that jasmine-provoking odor. And they both fell inert, overcome by the pleasure that one had afforded to the other and defeated by a tiredness that kept weighing his eyes and taking their senses bringing out the unrestrained will to sleep the sleep of the reward. However, sleep was immediately replaced by the feeling that it had seized Virginia that it awoke a few moments later worried about knowing where it was and what time it was. He got up from his partner, and, taken from a huge scare, he saw that a small trail of blood flowed from Daphne's vagina. She touched her friend's shoulders always thinking of the worst and blaming herself for any harm that had come to her friend, imagining that she would never forgive herself and hurt herself or hurt that girl who had been her first and true experience of pleasure to a power hitherto ignored by her. Dafne woke up and saw the fear stamped on his friend's face, looked down and after laughing a contained giggle held Virginia's face between his hands saying affectionately: “Don’t worry my horny, it just means that you took my virginity, ... don’t be like that, because that’s exactly what I wanted, to be yours and just yours!” Virginia looked at her partner's bright, slightly seared eyes and also felt that some tears would run down her face. And they both cried together, happy for what happened and satisfied with that event that made it clear that that night was just the beginning of a hot, satisfying relationship for both of us. Calmly, the girls tried to get back together and get dressed, because it was late and they needed to leave that office without giving any indication of what had happened there. They cleaned up what they could and hid any clues that would denounce what had happened in that place. Virginia went to the bathroom to wash the small instrument that served as an effective substitute for the male who was not present, but who was also not needed. And as he let the lavatory water pour on him, he thought about what his life could be like from that moment on: and he thought that, even though he found everything deliciously exciting, he feared for his marriage and for the consequences that his relationship with Daphne could have on his conjugal life, especially if Gustav knew everything. By the way, the simple idea that your husband would find out what had happened there caused a chill in his spine that froze his soul, and stole the blood from his face. At this moment he was surprised by the affectionate embrace of Daphne who had approached her from behind with her arms and gently kissing her back. He looked at Virginia washing that little toy and whispered to her at the ear: “Keep it my delight; it is a way for you to remember me when we are not together.” Virginia felt a little vertigo and turned sharply into Daphne's eyes asking what would become of them the next day. Dafne's response was tender but almost authoritarian. “Tomorrow is another day, and for us another day’s work, ... I will not lose you and I do not want to think about the possibility of you losing me, ... we were made for each other and that’s all that matters!”. Virginia argued about her marriage and about her husband and how it could be solved. And again Dafne showed firmness added to an unexpected maturity. “Gustavo is your husband and always will be. I'm your lover and I'll always be, ...don't worry my horny, nothing will separate us and only if you don't want me anymore is that we'll be separated forever, ... after all I'm not your owner, just like you don't. We're just two women who love each other and wish each other that sweet and simple. I will always respect your sexuality, just as I hope you also respect mine!” Virginia felt some tears rolling on her face. Those words touched deeply on her being and she finally understood that the love that Daphne felt for her was much more than just desire; it was also a feeling devoid of possessiveness, something so tender, so sweet and so sublime that her heart had been touched by something so precious that it had made her a better person. They hugged once again and Virginia felt an uncontrollable desire to kiss those fleshy and provocative lips, feeling in her mouth that delicious peach flavor and savouring that intoxicating jasmine aroma. Minutes later, Virginia left her friend at a subway station and headed towards her home thinking about her husband and how she needed to see him at that time. He felt taken by a huge longing for Gustavo, a longing without limits and that he needed to be satisfied with the affectionate embrace of his man, feeling that muscular body involving her as a safety cocoon. And so he ran home. She arrived and entered, searching for Gustavo in all environments of the house, but not achieving any success in her search. He fell on the sofa in the living room wondering if Gustavo would still come or think he'd be better off spending the night with his childhood friend, drowning the sorrows of a hurt masculinity that left him sad and low, threatening not only his marriage but also his own life. And those thoughts that sneaked into Virginia's mind caused her an uncontrollable wave of panic that echoed in her body that shuddered by raising adrenaline levels making her sweat and putting her heart at an almost tachycardic rhythm denoting a situation that seemed to be completely out of control. When the door opened and Virginia realized Gustavo's presence, he jumped off the couch running and his direction and hugging him with almost suffocating intensity. Gustavo, in turn, was comforted by that pulsating and unexpected embrace, such as a reward that he did not know why he had received and not even deserved it. He just took the moment and repays the embrace with the same intensity. Virginia felt calm with her husband's welcoming. They looked at each other for a moment and kissed. It was a different kiss; inexplicably precious and curiously initiate, as if that were the first moment of their lives that seemed to have been reborn into a new era of realization and approach. And from that kiss was born a night of full fulfillment where the desire was fully matched and where all doubts and insecurities were overcome. Virginia gave herself to her husband with a fullness she herself did not know about. She allowed her body to serve her husband's desire in the same way that she felt Gustav gave himself to her with an intensity and with an almost primitive fury, but at the same time, full of docility and affection. Virginia felt once again devirginized by her husband, giving herself to him as the first time they had made love. The difference was only in the fact that she now felt safer to provide her partner with sensations that had never been experienced before; it was an unrestricted delivery and that ended in itself a renewal of that union between a man and a woman who always loved each other. The dawn was already high when, finally, the two fell inert and yielded by the comforting tiredness of a delicious night of love. And as she fell asleep in her husband's strong, warm arms, Virginia smiled at herself with the image of Daphne in her mind, feeling that that smile was somehow rewarded by her partner who, somewhere in that city, also fell asleep thinking about her. He finally fell asleep with the certainty in his soul that the next day would be the new day of the rest of his life and that everything would be possible in the certainty of the satisfied and responded desire of Gustavo and Dafne.