El Veterano ~ con Santos

Calli marched along the dockside in knee high boots, treading carefully to avoid the litter of spoiled fish. This was the part of her day that she hated most; inspecting the day's catch and documenting it. Calli would be happy never to see or smell another fish but this was her husband's livelihood and while he was away it fell to her to maintain their income.

Rafael greeted her with a slow smile. In her husband's absence, 27 year old Rafael was in charge of the fishing boat they co-owned. He went over the numbers with Calli while the other men rattled through their tasks. Dawn was breaking over the horizon, dappling on the water and bathing everything with a golden glow. Rafael explained who was buying what from them and he also told her what wear and tear their equipment had suffered. Calli sanctioned a couple of purchases but Rafael told her there was something below deck that she needed to see. He dismissed his men and then took her hand, leading her carefully down the narrow stairway in her heeled boots.

Calli wasn't terribly surprised when he pushed her into a corner, backed up against cold steel. His mouth descended onto her murmur of protest and Calli had to turn her head aside in order to speak, giving Rafael access to her neck that he exploited mercilessly.

"Madre de Dios Rafael! My husband returns in a few hours."

"En pocas horas te puede tener... tal vez."

He freed one of her breasts and trailed a line of fire from her throat to her nipple and then further south. Rafael dropped to his knees and yanked Calli's tight jeans down, along with her panties. Then he buried his face in her pussy and feasted on it in a way her husband had not bothered to in years.

"Oh Rafael... what if someone comes?" She pleaded. He tore himself away from her and grinned wickedly.

"You had better cum then."

After she climaxed, her own hand across her mouth, Rafael pounded her into the steel wall at her back. Calli bit his shoulder to keep herself quiet. As much as she hated the stench of fish, she loved having him like this, feeling his stubble graze her, tasting salt and sweat. As his thrusts got faster and harder she suddenly realised he wasn't wearing a condom. She had never fallen pregnant after Eva's difficult birth but that was no reason not to take precautions and she knew she wasn't Rafael's only lover. Calli pushed him away, hating the feel of him slipping out of her. Rafael looked wildly about but nobody had found them. Calli dropped to her knees and took him in her mouth, sucking the taste of her pussy from him and urging him on until he came, pumping hot cum into her mouth. Calli swallowed and smiled up at him, before standing and hastily attending to her clothing. Once more she felt compelled to voice her fears.

"Rafael... after tomorrow you cannot do this again. My husband must never know what has happened between us. You need to find a girl of your own... not some old matron with a teenage daughter."

"I know the score Calli... I will never betray you." He tucked his penis back into his jeans and watched Calli strive to look less like a woman who had just been fucked. He pushed a lock of her hair out of her eyes and then bent low to murmur in her ear. "But if the opportunity is there again I know you won't refuse me."

Calli pretended to be indignant about his confidence but inside she knew that he was right. Her older, steadier husband would never be able to match up to Rafael's lovemaking and now that she had had a taste of the forbidden, it would be difficult to deny herself.


Eva's right arm flailed around until she managed to hit 'snooze' on her alarm. If her mother had been home she would have got up straight away but she knew Calli was at the dockyard and so she had the luxury of ten more minutes in bed. Eva smiled and burrowed back beneath the covers.

Suddenly the phone rang. Eva groaned. The nearest handset was in her mother's bedroom and she could only imagine what would befall her if she ignored it. Eva staggered blearily into her mother's room and grabbed the receiver.

"Estoy despierto!"

"Así es como hablar con tu madre?"

"No mama, I am sorry."

"You are not going to college today. Your father is coming home."

"Yes mama, I know."

"Wear something nice and make sure the house is immaculate."

"Yes ma-" Eva heard her mother hang up the phone. She wasn't surprised. Calli was a busy woman.

Eva showered and then put on her favourite dress. It had been her mother's and she knew her father had liked it because he had always been very tactile when Calli wore it. It wasn't revealing and on Eva's tiny 5ft frame it wasn't even terribly short. The dress was very fitted however and emphasised the fact that Eva's body was no longer a child's. It was more sophisticated a dress than her father would have seen her in. Eva wore some chunky silver jewellery with it and a towering pair of heels that Calli didn't wear any more and had given her. The shoes made her much taller and just brought out the budding curves on her otherwise lean physique. Eva took the time to apply some nude make-up, nothing that would make her mother blaspheme.

After lunch her mother returned home but there was a sadness about her. Eva was momentarily thrown. Didn't Calli want her husband back as much as Eva wanted her father? But then the moment passed and the two women set about cooking a welcoming meal, their war hero's favourite dish. His parents would join them for dinner that night along with other family members. There's was a small, close-knit community and the whole town was immensely proud of its veterans.

Before their veteran was due home Calli showered and changed into a slinky black jersey dress. Beneath that she wore only hold-up stockings. She felt intensely guilty about her affair with Rafael, even though it was doubtful that her husband had been a saint during his time abroad. She intended to give him the welcome he deserved. They could worry about everything else tomorrow. Calli's make-up was dark and sultry, the way she knew he liked it.

His plan should have landed by now. After a medical and debrief he should be sent over to them in a car. Calli didn't even know whether he had left the army or been sent home. All she knew was that he would soon be here.

Eva barely recognised her father after the two years they had spent apart. He had always been a tall and powerfully built man but the military had moulded him into something else entirely. His whole body was lean muscle, making him seem even taller. When he took her in his arms his body was hard and unyielding against her own, his features chiselled from flint beneath his beard. He delivered two smacking kisses to her cheeks and Eva had to fight the momentary irrational urge to struggle and flee. This man did not feel like her father, there was none of the familiarity that she had expected to feel.

Quickly however, Calli came to her rescue. Eva's father put her down in order to embrace his wife. Eva kept her smile pasted on but in truth she had been too shocked by how alien he seemed to say anything in reply to him.

"Como siempre, tu eres perfecta, Calli. I am the most luckiest man to have you. I just want to go home and be with you two"

Calli hugged Fernando and kissed him back passionately. Now that he was here in her arms again she knew that she still loved him deeply. Maybe not with the kind of passion she felt for Rafael but still, a deep and enduring love. He had changed over the last two years but the taste of his lips and his style of kissing was the same. He smelled like home and it made her want to cry. She was truthful when she murmured into his ear.

"Te he echado mucho de menos, cada dia, mi amado esposo."

Calli put her arm around Fernando's waist and smiled at Eva reassuringly as they walked together back to the house. Eva was holding her father's hand but Calli could see that her daughter was shocked by the changes in her beloved papa. Calli had of course been expecting Fernando to return much changed but even she was taken aback.

Inside the house, family from both sides of their union all cheered as Fernando crossed the threshold into his home. The house was changed, as she had redecorated the open plan lounge and kitchen area with fresh, modern colours. Calli stepped back and allowed Fernando's mother to welcome him. This first night it would have been kinder on him for it just to be the three of them together but their relatives were not to be thwarted. Fernando's business partners in the boat were their also, including Rafael. Calli shot him one look that told her lover he had better behave impeccably and then proceeded to ignore him for the rest of the evening.

Soon she was lost enough in the role of hostess to be too concerned about having her lover and husband under the same roof. Eva knew her duty also and made sure all their guests were happy and provided with food and drink.

Finally it grew late and Calli started gently but firmly encouraging their friends and relatives to leave. Most took the hint and as their home emptied she retreated to the kitchen area with a large glass of red wine. Calli leaned against the countertop and watched Eva continue to politely usher people out of the door. Calli looked out through the kitchen window and saw her husband in their little garden with his closest friends, including Rafael. She bit down on the urge to go out there and join in their conversation. Fernando was going to be more comfortable in male company now. Instead she just sipped her wine and watched the men talking and laughing. It was disturbing and sad to look at her own husband and see a stranger.

Eva helped her grandparents into a taxi and then returned to the house to convince younger revellers that the party was pretty much over. She had avoided her father for much of the evening, content to observe him from afar and reacclimatise herself to having him here in the house again. It felt like far longer than two years since her was here but then she had changed so much in that time. Girlish pastimes had given way to young womanhood and she had even been on a few dates with boys. Her bedroom reflected this as instead of the pinks and lilacs she used to have in there the colour scheme was a much more sophisticated blend of deep purple, silver and grey. Her toys and teddies had long since been boxed up and stored away. Eva felt guilty, knowing that she should make more of an effort to welcome her father home but she just didn't know what to say to him. He wouldn't want to talk about the war, certainly not with his young daughter and her own life and studies seemed very dull in comparison.

Eva looked up and saw her mother staring wistfully out of the window. With a jolt of shame she remembered that this must be much harder for her mother. Eva walked into the kitchen and hugged Calli.

"Es también un extraño para ti mamá?" She asked quietly. Calli smiled and poured her daughter some wine.

"Cuándo has convertido en una joven dama intuitivo? Well... I have known him far longer than you. Soon we will be a proper family again, you'll see. Tomorrow we will go to mass and give thanks for his safe return to us. Time you were in bed child."

Eva groaned in adolescent frustration. "Mamá!" Her bottom lip protruded mutinously and she raised an indignant brow. "Pensé que era una joven dama intuitivo!"

Eva grinned mischievously as her mother laughed and swiftly rejoined some younger cousins in order to avoid being told to go to bed. She felt very grown up in her dress and heels, sipping her glass of wine. Eva knew her mother kept a close eye on what she drank but all the same, she was a woman now.