Found Love

Carlos drives my car towards our home. I hold his hand as I nestle my head on his shoulder. I had already lost hope of my husband coming back home. He parks in our spot and then helps me out of the vehicle, closing my door. I can't resist and pull him close, kissing him intensely. My daring hand slides into his pants, gently gripping his penis. He places his hand over mine, holding it, while looking at me, saying:

"Dália..."
"What?" I whisper, biting his earlobe, and then nibbling his neck, making him shiver. He pushes me away, and that irritates me. "I already told you that I love you... What else do I need to do to get into bed with you?"
"Love, there are cameras here..." Carlos explains, looking towards one of them. Then he looks towards a car from which an elderly couple gets out. "And neighbors."
"And since when do you care if we have an audience?" I ask with a mischievous smile.
"Since we became parents," Carlos replies, kissing my forehead.

He holds my hand and then leads me to the elevator, where we enter accompanied by the couple who just wave at us. They press the button for their floor, which is five floors below ours, which makes me smile. They stand in front of us, chatting away while I feel Carlos's hand touching my nape. His fingers slide down my back until they settle on my waist. The only thing I can think of is the floor of our dear neighbors. After a few minutes, we finally reach their floor, and they turn around to bid farewell. The elevator barely closed, and I practically cornered Carlos against the wall:

"They can send the fine," I say, looking at the elevator camera.

I kiss my husband, nibble his lips, his neck, driving him crazy. This time Carlos doesn't object, letting his hands explore my body. He kisses my neck, his lips descending until they find my excited nipple. Carlos slides the thin straps of my dress off my arms and then sucks on my breasts, while I caress his hair. I can feel my panties getting wet with desire; part of me wants to have sex with him right there in the elevator, but we arrive at our floor. Carlos lifts me in his arms, forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist, pressing my dress against our bodies. He leads us to our apartment, struggling to open the door as I continue kissing him with desire. We enter the house, and Carlos carries me toward the living room, where he suddenly stops.

"Hello, Mrs. Salazar!" says the new babysitter, sitting on the sofa, taking off her headphones.

Damn! I forgot about the babysitter... I hold on to my husband as I adjust my dress straps, then I get off his lap and turn towards the young woman, my face burning, adjusting my hair.

"Hello, Cecilia. I forgot you were looking after Juan today," I say, trying to act casual. I turn towards my husband, lightly touching his exposed chest, and say, "This is my husband, Carlos."
"Hello," says Cecilia, who gets up but isn't sure if she should shake hands with my husband or not. In the end, she just waves. "I've already put Juan to bed, but if you want, I can take him out of there and put him in his room..."
"No need," my husband says with a forced smile. "You can leave him; we'll take care of him from here."
"Alright..." Cecilia says, putting her hands in her pockets.
"I'll check on our son while you two settle in," my husband says, leaving the room.

I smile at Cecilia and then walk over to the living room shelf and open the drawer, taking out the agreed-upon payment. Cecilia doesn't even check it; she puts it in her purse and practically runs out of my house. Looks like I lost another babysitter.
I close the door and then walk to Juan's room, where I find Carlos with him in his arms, rocking him. I stand at the door, admiring the sight of the two of them. Carlos runs his hand through Juan's hair while humming an old lullaby. He puts our son in his bed, arranging the railing, and then turns to find me leaning against the door, wiping the tears from the corners of my eyes. He approaches and then kisses my eyes, making me smile. He gently takes my lips, pushing me carefully onto our bed. He guides my body towards the bed, making me sit. Carlos kneels in front of me, sliding his hands up my dress skirt until he finds my panties. He leisurely slides them down my legs, reaching my feet, which he holds against himself until he completely removes the lingerie. My husband kisses my feet, caressing my legs... His hands move up to my belly, pushing me onto the bed until I lie down. Then I feel Carlos's lips slowly moving up my leg, kissing my thighs, which he opens even more with his hands. I feel his warm breath, making me even more excited, something I didn't think was possible until his tongue starts exploring every inch, making me moan. His lips sucking me make me hold back my increasingly intense moans. I suck my thumb with desire, imagining it's Carlos, who continues to increase the rhythm. I can already feel my orgasm building with such intensity that I have to arch my body towards Carlos, holding onto his hair tightly, and pulling his head away from my thighs. I look at him intensely as the scoundrel smiles, running his fingers over his lips and then sucking them:

"You're still delicious, Mrs. Penedo."
"And Salazar..." I whisper.

He stands up, and at the same time, I sit on the bed. My husband brings his waist close to me, and I lift his shirt, exposing his slightly defined abdomen. I kiss his belly button as I open his belt buckle, taking it off afterward. I unbutton his pants and unzip them as quickly as I can. My mouth is eager to meet him again. I pull down his underwear, and there it is, erect and with its veins bulging, just the way I like it. I put it in my mouth and start sucking with desire and depth, making my husband moan. He watches me lick his glans, looking back at Carlos, and I know that drives him crazy. Carlos starts pushing my head, controlling the rhythm of his desire. I look at him once again, and then I move down to his testicles, sucking on them as I feel Carlos shiver, showing he's close. But there was still one more thing I wanted to do. I return to sucking his penis and then slide my hand toward his perineum, caressing it. Carlos bends over and pulls my hair harder, his body tenses, and he moans loudly, then he comes, filling my mouth that had longed for this. He holds my panting head and then throws himself on the bed, next to me.
I lie down next to him, kissing his chest as I watch my relaxed husband. He pulls me against him, hugging me. I nestle into his arms... I missed being hugged like this by Carlos. His hand caresses my hair, a comforting gesture that makes my eyelids surrender, and I fall asleep.