Val, the woman in my life isn't just mine.

(This is the third part of the story. To understand it, you must read the previous parts.)
The laughter and excitement of Mauro's revelations left me completely exhausted, mixed with the alcohol we had been consuming since our company fraternity party.
I woke up the next morning after ten o'clock. Mauro was still sleeping badly in another armchair. He had slept wrapped in a towel, but I think that during the night he felt cold and used it to protect his chest by being naked from waist downwards. I looked at this penis which didn't have anything abnormal about it, but was noticeably bigger than mine. Thick and full of veins. I imagined him eating my wife and the idea gave me some excitement. My penis only showed signs of life; then I realized that I had gotten rid of the bottom part of my clothes while asleep. I remembered lowering the clothes to my thighs, but couldn't recall if they had come together afterwards.
I didn't want to wake him up, so I got out of bed and went into the bathroom in his suite. It wasn't my first time taking a shower there. Mauro was really like an older brother for me.
Passing by his bed, I noticed that it was messy. It reminded me that his maid had been on vacation and he probably never put those sheets away in the absence of someone to do so for him. He smiled affectionately, reminding himself that Mauro has always been less capricious than I am about these things.
I liked to do things for him. I started making that bed, and couldn't help but think he might have had sex with my wife a few times right there; imagined her moaning underneath the body more muscular and masculine than mine; could not avoid recognizing in my brother a man far more interesting to any woman than myself.
I paused for a moment while stretching the sheets, and drew my nose closer to smell that bed. Maybe it was just Mauro's sweat on those linens, but there seemed to be an odor of sex in them. It didn't take me long to notice some droplets staining these cloths.
- It wasn't with Val.
I was frightened by Mauro's voice, which caught me in that unworthy act of speculating on his private life. Feeling my face burn with shame, I drew up an answer but thought it useless; it would be even more embarrassing if what I said had a tone of apology.
I lowered my head, feeling humiliated. He seemed to read my thoughts and he came up to me, pulled me by the arm and said:
There's a cleaning lady coming in tomorrow to take care of everything, Jony.
All those accumulated emotions seemed to have broken a dam at that moment, and I burst into almost convulsive crying.
Without saying a word, my brother led me to his bathroom and began filling the huge hydraulic tank with water. He was testing it by hand so that it wouldn't get too hot.
I remember being with Mauro on Saturday when he bought that hydro to install in the apartment which had just been delivered. I also recalled how I'd made fun of him by saying his suite would look like a motel room, and then he told me he was actually going to fuck lots of whores there. We laughed too much that day. At this point it didn't seem funny to think my wife might have been one of those hookers who frequented that bathtub.
- After a good bath, Jony you'll feel much better.
I responded by slowing down a little and showing determination.
We still have a lot to talk about.
"Did you and Val ever do anything else mean to me?" I asked a little angrily. "Wasn't it enough that the two people I love and admire most in this world betrayed me... what is left for you to tell me?
- Of course not, she loves you.
- What a strange way to love me.
It's not a lie, Jony: she loves you very much. And so do I. You are my younger brother, aren't you? All this time our biggest nightmare has been to think that we would hurt you.
I felt that pain again, and even worse, I got mad at myself because I realized I was feeling sorry for myself.
The situation was even unusual: Mauro with the towel wrapped around his waist; I wearing only a shirt and naked from my waist down; we two in the bathroom having this conversation, talking about the fact that my wife cheated on me with the guy I considered my brother.
- I tried to get away again.
Mauro caught up with me in the room before I got to the corridor, he grabbed my arm and almost begged:
- You know why I told you everything, Jony? Because I'm sure that you would prefer it this way and deserve it. Me and Val do not love each other, my brother. We just feel an uncontrollable desire for one another. The man she loves is you. She loves and admires too much.
- And you decided, after more than seven years to tell me? How considerate brother! You told me that put horns on me with my wife for over seven years! What a nice guy! I started crying again. I hated being playing the victim but... how do stop it?
Mauro embraced me and the contact of his body with mine had an effect that I didn't expect. I let myself be led to the bathroom again, where the tub was already almost full. He practically put me in there by holding my arm. I sat down in the warm water and noticed that he had not taken off his shirt because it got wet. Seeing this, he laughed and I couldn't help but follow him as he helped me take off that piece of clothing.
As soon as I relaxed in the tub, he took off his towel and said:
- Go further out.
The bottom of the tub has an outline with two lounge chairs on either side.
- When was the last time you two...
He answered without opening his eyes or raising his head from resting on the edge of a bathtub during the night while you were working.
- Did you climb every night?
- Every two or three nights. - He paused, and then he went on. - At first we tried to avoid it. We didn't want to annoy you. But I can't deny that we eventually came to the conclusion that we couldn't do it at all. It is an inevitable thing; we get close to each other and...
- So you and she decided to tell the Muggle...
- She doesn't know that I am talking to you. for years i have been insisting we tell everything, but she won't let me. she says she would rather die than let you find out all about it. when we were chatting last night, i thought this was a great opportunity
We were silent for a few minutes, and then Mauro continued:
- If you tell me to never have anything with her again, right now... I don't know how I'm gonna do that but I will accept it.
You said yourself you couldn't do it, that he was stronger than the rest of us or something.
I got up from the bathtub, grabbed a towel that was next door and went into my room, wiping myself off. Lying down on Mauro's bed he appeared about five minutes later with the towel over his head. I looked at him and couldn't help but glance at this pinto resting on the bulky bag. Only then did I notice that the hairs above the pinto were trimmed and well-treated; the bag was smooth. He shaved himself - I never would have imagined it.
How can she say that she loves me but has a crush on you? I don't understand.
- You're not a child, Jony. After so many years of marriage you must have realized the difference between love and sex by now. She loves you for real. Loves her partner, father of her son, friend, man who is always reliable and security that these three guys (the mate, dad and friend) give to her. After all those years of married life it isn't expected that any woman still be in love with her husband; not when it comes to sex. Neither should men feel the same passion for women.
I don't think, and never have thought of another one.
- But he doesn't think the same way. Now you need fantasies in order to feel that same desire, and you fantasize about her with someone else. You like Val who was never yours... the one she used to get ready by climbing down a street with her boyfriend; who had sex with his boyfriend in front of another man...
I was silent for a while, thinking about what he had said to me.
- Now I have to tell her that you know everything.
If anyone has anything to say to her, it's me.
The phone rang and Mauro picked up. It was Val. When I realized it, I signaled to him that I had fallen asleep. He told me that I didn't answer the telephone because he left it in his living room and that I was sleeping in his bedroom. He listened for a while and then answered what she must have said:
- Of course I'm sure he is asleep. I ran to answer the phone before he woke up. He slept in my bed and I... - It seemed that he had been interrupted by her. She listened for a while, then answered sarcastically: "Of course I didn't sleep with him on my bed". As soon as we got inside yesterday, I practically fainted on the couch. Now it was morning when I saw him sleeping in my bedroom. - Another time listening to what she said and afterwards he cut her off even more sarcasticously: "What do you think Val? That besides eating his wife I will climb with her husband too? Let him rest peacefully!" When he wakes up, I'll take him home.
A few more minutes of asking how her mother was doing and other formalities before he hung up.
I know my wife and brother well enough to know that she was pressuring him.
I think she gets nervous when we're like this.
- But you won't talk to her, who told me, will you?
- Do you prefer it that way?
If she ever wants to, let her tell me.
- And you don't want me and her to...
Another interrupted sentence.
After a while I said, "You ate it the day before yesterday".
He was there most of the time.
- In my bed?
Sometimes we'd have sex in his bed, but there was a certain modesty about it.
I felt my penis harden when I imagined my wife fucking him on the couch where I slept Sunday afternoons for lunch, and that made a bell ring in me.
- Have you ever climbed on a Sunday after lunch at home?
Mauro would eat there almost every weekend, and I always fell asleep after lunch. A habit that was acquired when I started working at night and sleeping during the day; on Sundays my schedule didn't work out well for me; I slept heavily after lunch, waking up late in the evening. When this happened, Mauro usually had already left.
My question made him lower his head. He didn't answer, which was the most eloquent statement of guilt he could make.
You're such sons of bitches!
She seems to get more excited about these situations, Jony.
You'd be reluctant, but you would stick it out?
We were silent for a while longer.
Something in me, however, yearned to know:
I don't even know how he heard me.
- He didn't seem to get it.
- When you ate it while I was sleeping?
If what I'm about to tell you is gonna make you suffer, Jony...
- No, I want to know.
Again, he was showing embarrassment by saying that but I encouraged him.
Tell me one of them, any one... the biggest son-of-a-bitch you've ever done to me.
It took him a while before he started:
- As usual, right after dinner you fell asleep. You slept soundly and snored sometimes. We had a couple of beers at lunchtime and I went to the bathroom. When I came back Val was standing behind the sofa with her shorts and panties down until her knees. Leaning on her elbows against the couch she looked at me like an asshole and pointed her head towards you so that I could see that you were sleeping through it all. I hesitated, as I always do in these situations when you're involved but finally couldn't resist any longer when she shoved her ass further up and put a hand on my thigh signaling me to be quiet.
Maybe because he remembered that, his dick got hard very quickly and when I saw it, mine went up too. He sat on the edge of my bed and started masturbating looking at me in the face before saying:
I can't control my hard-on when it comes to Val.
I couldn't help it.
- Yes, he is!
You're hard as a rock, aren't you?
I took the opportunity to ask:
- Is it true what Val told me, that the day you climbed with her boyfriend in front of him...
I can't resist the smell of sex, Jony... and it drives me crazy because a lot of times after making out with some woman in her pussy without wearing any condoms,
I don't know, but in that case it was someone else's.
- No, I can feel a boner.
Okay, let's go back in there and tell the rest.
- She started sucking me. It was so good that it made a noise, I even feared you'd wake up. Suddenly she stood up and turned her back to me leaning against the sofa cushion grabbing my penis and pointing it at her blowjob. My dick was so wet it practically got sucked in there.
- I responded with the hard line, because of my boner.
- She always does with me.
You eat my wife a lot more than I do, you know?
- It is.
My voice was hoarse with excitement, my breathing altered.
I was lying on the bed and Mauro stood up.
That afternoon, Val made fun of me three times while I was eating her and you were sleeping.
- You ate it without a condom?
- I always eat Val without a condom, Jony. With the others I only climb using it, but with her... Always without one. She says she likes to feel my cock filling up her pocket when I make fun of it. Getting closer, he said to me: "Look at this stick your wife has been eating for so long. Tell him that's not very tasty".
Hearing that was too much for me, so I started to make fun of him. As he got closer Mauro also began spattering a few drops on my chest and stomach.
He collapsed on the bed, and we sat there breathing our last gasp recovering from all those laughs.
- You don't intend to stop fucking Val, do you?
No, but things are gonna change from now on and I'm going to fuck her all night long in her bed then wait for her to go off to work when she does come out of the house
If he'd asked me that one minute before making fun of me, I would have begged him to do it.