Through the Sliding Door Part 6: Enrique Returns - Sex Stories

Through the Sliding Door Part 6: Enrique Returns

Lucianna tied the front sash of her sheer robe, her coffee-colored nipples not the least bit difficult to see. “So, who did you say this guy was to you?”

“I guess you could say he was one of my boy toys,” I ran circles over her lower back, “You’ve met him. He was working at the café the day you walked into my life.”

She nods. “Ah. That guy. Yeah, he was pretty cute. I didn’t know there was anything more between you and him.”

“Emotionally, not really,” I shrugged. “Mostly, we just had sex. He didn’t care that I was almost old enough to be his mother. Most younger guys are overly gentle. You know, like they think they’re gonna break my hip or something, but Enrique always knew what I wanted. He made me feel sexy after my husband’s betrayal, and at the time, that was enough. Still,” I straightened up, “It’ll be nice to see him again.”

“You think he’s up for…?”

“Oh, absolutely,” I grinned. “You’ll like him. He’s got a lot of energy and a great sense of humor.”

A loud rumbling from the street came through the front window. “That must be him. Vato music and all.”

“And Mustang tailpipes, yes.” I kissed her. “Here, let me answer the door.” I waited until the doorbell chimed, then strode over and pulled the door open, grinning at seeing the trim, young Cuban guy standing there in a tight black t-shirt and jeans. “Enrique! So good to see you!” I opened the screen door and beckoned him in.

“Hey, Chica!” He returned my grin, then pulled me into a hug and gave my ...

... ass a firm squeeze as I squealed in delight.

“Just as fresh as ever,” I chided him with absolutely no sincerity.

Luci waved from her position in front of the couch. “Ah, is this her?” Enrique waved back.

I nodded. “Yes. Enrique, this is my girlfriend, Lucianna.”

“Daaaaaamn,” he looked her up and down and wolf-whistled. “I knew you had good taste, Clarita, but this girl…she’s fuckin’gorgeous.”

“She is,” I agreed. “I know how lucky I am to have found her.”

“Wonderful to meet you, darling,” Luci walked up and extended her hand to him.

Enrique took her hand and kissed it. “Oh, and she’s British, huh?”

“New Englander, technically,” Luci explained. “Not all that different from a West London upbringing, to be fair.”

His eyes went straight to her breasts, and Luci didn’t show the slightest sign of discomfort. “She, uh…she always like to show off like this?”

I laughed. “Oh yeah. She’s completely naked when it’s just the two of us.”

“I can be now if it wouldn’t bother you,” she offered.

Enrique snorted. “Yeah, okay. Let’s see…oh dios!” His eyes bulged when Luci took off her sheer gown and dropped it on the couch. “You weren’t bullshittin’ me, Clarita. Forget good taste, you hit the fuckin’ jackpot!”

I grasped Luci’s hand and sat down on the couch with her. “I know I did. She means a lot to me. And since you and I have slept together…well, more than two dozen times, I thought I owed it to you to let you know the nature of our relationship.”

He ...