A Special Promise

After the small incident in the subway, I decided to take a taxi home. As I arrive on my floor, I can already smell the grilled salmon that my husband is probably preparing. I open the front door and walk towards the living room, where I find Juan playing peacefully. He looks at me and then raises one of his hands, saying, "Mamain..."

I stop in the middle of the room, unable to believe what my ears just heard: My son called me "Mamma" (mommy). He gets up from the floor and walks towards me, still repeating "Mamain." I kneel in front of him and hug him tightly, letting tears take over my face. After almost two years, my son finally called me "mama," in his own way, but he said it. Carlos then appears in the living room with a big smile on his face.

"Ah, I can't believe you ruined the surprise for your mom, Juan," my husband says playfully.

"What? When did this happen?" I ask Carlos as he puts Juan on my lap.

"Today at the park," Carlos says, wiping his hands on a cloth and then kissing me. "I watched some videos about speech and speech stimulation and decided to practice with our son. He quickly picked up the word 'mamãe,' but 'papa' is not that easy. Juan, say 'papa.'"

"Mamain," Juan repeats, laughing and shaking his head.

"Papa," I say, pointing at Carlos.

"Mamain," Juan repeats, holding my face and laughing. "Mamain..."

"Yes, I am mama," I say, kissing my son's forehead.

After dinner, Carlos volunteers to put Juan to bed while I wash the dishes and tidy up the kitchen. As I'm drying the sink, my husband appears and watches me. I smile at him, and he smiles back, then he approaches and holds me in his arms.

"I missed you today," he comments, kissing my neck.

"And I missed you too," I reply, leaning against him.

He continues kissing my neck while untying his apron, and then he unzips the dress I'm wearing, leaving me only in my white lace lingerie set. Carlos goes down towards my feet, taking off my heels. His hands slide back up my calf, thighs, and butt, which I push toward his face. He pulls my panties aside and starts kissing and blowing on my vulva. I spread my legs wider, allowing his face to delve even deeper between them. He delicately licks me, making me grip the sink tightly. I squeeze harder as he continues to stimulate my clit and intensifies when his fingers start penetrating me. My legs are already showing weakness, and he keeps going with even more force.

"Carlos... please... let's..." I try to say, but I can't finish as I end up climaxing.

I stay still for a few minutes, feeling that wonderful sensation, while Carlos gets up from the floor, wiping his lips wet from me. I turn to face him, running my hand over his chest, over his white T-shirt, until I reach the waistband of his sweatpants. I bite his chin as I rub my hands over his pants, then I move to his ear, whispering:

"I want you inside me."

Carlos smells my hair, and then his hand slides over mine, holding it. He looks into my eyes and says:

"We better leave it for another day. Playing with Juan at the park used up all my energy."

Carlos then kisses my forehead, then my lips, and then steps back, walking towards our bedroom.

"What?!" Rubia asks, shocked by my story. "So, you mean to say you haven't set the bed on fire yet?"

"Well, we're basically doing oral. I give him oral, and he does it to me, but when I think we're going to have sex... He runs away. We've been like this for two weeks now," I comment, tossing the pen away. "Not that oral is bad, but I want to make love with my husband. I wake up wet from dreaming about him having sex with me... But nothing happens. Carlitos doesn't even come close to..."

"Something's up there," Raquel interjects, wide-eyed.

"Very strange, because with me, it's the opposite," Alba adds. "Usually, guys drill me like crazy and never even think of using their tongues down there."

"Yeah, that's when they act like a drill because there are some who are faster than instant noodles," Paloma adds, rolling her eyes.

"They're faster than the clock's minute hand marking a minute," Lucia exaggerates, making us all laugh.

"I don't know what's going on with my husband," I say, staring at my computer. "But during lunchtime, I'll get to the bottom of this. It's like he doesn't know the woman he has."

"That's right, show him who Dália Penedo is," Isabel encourages.

"Dália Penedo Salazar," I correct.

As soon as the clock strikes my lunch hour, I rush to the parking lot and get in my car. The normal trip from my work to Carlos's takes at least twenty minutes. However, with the speed I'm driving, I end up parking there in ten minutes. I get out and quickly adjust my floral tie-up dress. I arrive at the reception and identify myself, taking less than two minutes to be allowed to go to my husband's office, where he was probably waiting for me, worried that something might be wrong with Juan. I continue my way until I reach his office door, which I open and come face to face with my husband, who is on the phone looking very serious. He looks at my face and raises his finger, asking for a minute. I turn to the door and lock it without him noticing. Carlos keeps talking about business on the phone while I patiently stand there, waiting. You know, either I have too much pent-up desire, or my husband can be charming even when talking on the phone with his clients. He turns towards the phone base, putting it back there. He then looks at me with a huge frown on his forehead.

"So, did something happen with Juan?" my husband asks, placing his hands on his hips. "Did he not adapt to the daycare?"

Yes, we decided it was time for Juan to go to daycare. After Juan called me "mamain," he learned some other words, but we still thought daycare would help him develop better. That was his first day, so, naturally, the only thing on my husband's mind would be our son.

"No, Juan is doing great," I reply, looking at my husband. "Is there a problem with me?"

"With you? Did something happen to you?" my husband questions, approaching me.

I put my hands on the bow of my dress and undo it, causing it to open fully and reveal the complete lingerie set with black panties, garters, and stockings. I let the dress fall to the floor and say:

"I want to know why you haven't made love to me yet."

Carlos looks at me from head to toe, shocked by my boldness, for several seconds. It seems that at any moment his jaw will dislocate from his mouth. Then he closes his lips and clears his throat a little, regaining his composure. My husband then approaches me and bends down to pick up my dress from the floor, trying to cover me, visibly nervous:

"Have you gone crazy, Dália?" he asks, trying to tie my dress back, while also keeping an eye on his door.

"This is what happens when you refuse to have sex with me," I retort, throwing my dress back on the floor. "So, start explaining."

"There's no reason. It's just that..." my husband says, distancing himself from me and walking towards his desk.

"Just that what?" I ask, following him to his desk.

"I wanted to do something special," Carlos says, sitting in his chair and running his hand over his forehead. "When we were caught by the babysitter, I saw that I didn't want to do it with anything interrupting us... Be it the babysitter or Juan waking up in the middle of the night, or you being tired after a difficult day. I want something that will be memorable."

"Wouldn't having sex in your workplace be memorable for you?"

I approach my husband and sit on his lap, facing him, draping my legs over the armrest. I kiss my husband, exploring his mouth with my tongue. His hands slide over my back. I pull his hair, forcing him to look at me, then I bite his lower lip, his chin, his ear, and his neck while feeling his erection touching me. My husband kisses my shoulder. However, he gently pushes me away and asks:

"Please, let me do something special for us. I really want to have sex with you here in this office, but not as our first time after our reconciliation. Can you wait a little longer? I promise to reward you with the best night of your life."