SECRETS 1

The House

6. Rubbing

Father-in-law’s shout from the living room clamored for my presence, I had promised him a drink before going to sleep. With my heart in my mouth and my testicles in my throat pushing him. I look at Malu who hasn’t changed her posture or attitude at all, looking for her approval, but she shows no sign of allowing it, I quickly tell her a single drink and go upstairs.

She smiles and I take it as a “yes it’s ok” and rush off to the father-in-law’s to take the blessed drink. Don Mario sometimes made me drink with him late at night, always planting new business, although he never materialized any was always in search of something else. It wasn’t one, it wasn’t two, it wasn’t three, it was four drinks that father-in-law made me have with him that night.



The appreciation and respect that Don Mario has for me is, in my opinion, incredible; he is the dream father-in-law. From the very first day he welcomed me with open arms and treated me with lifelong trust, always giving me a hug either as a greeting or a farewell. On Saturdays of family reunions I was always the last to leave and it was because he would not let me go early. After we got married it was worse, many times we slept over at the in-laws’ house on weekends because Maru got tired of waiting for the father-in-law to finish talking to me.

Once Maru got upset with him because he wouldn’t let me go when she wanted to leave early. And I as a good husband supported her. I better not. The father-in-law got mad at me. And he had two months without the Saturday meetings, not even the trip to the beach, or going to the Tunal house, or going for a yacht ride. She punished everyone in the house. Doña María talked to Maru so she would let me drink with Mario when I visited the house. Even that those nights we would sleep there.

He was always proposing some business to me, always expecting me to take it seriously, I didn’t see the need, sometimes I thought he was very ambitious and wanted to cover all fields of business. Many of them were excellent, but Maru did not want me to get involved in family businesses. It is well known that many of those businesses failed.

After about 4:40 a.m. I went up to my room, knowing women, I knew that Malu must be “very angry” with me. Not only for the rejection for not staying with her and leaving her halfway, but also for the delay in the promise I made her to have just one drink.

Her door was closed so I didn’t even try to approach. As I opened my door I thought again ” what if it’s open?”. I walked to his door and turned the knob both ways. It was locked. “I had to try” and I ended up consoling myself with those words, turned on my heels and went up to my room.

Maru was completely sprawled across the bed, so I undressed and being left in just my boxers I lay down on my reclining lounger. Exhaustion overcame me, and I fell asleep immediately.

I wake up somewhat agitated at twenty to 9 am. I look at Maru and she’s just as I left her, she hadn’t moved all night. And I look at myself and something doesn’t fit, my sex is out of my boxer shorts through the pee opening. And I look at the trail of semen on my stomach. Wow, that must have been the dream, I thought.

I get up and grab a towel and go downstairs to take a bath, total silence in the house, I go into the bathroom, take a good bath, get dressed and then go downstairs to the kitchen to have a drink, I’m dying of thirst and I have a slight headache.