#59
“Alvin,” someone called from the side, a smooth, slightly breathy voice I recognized instantly.
Donna crawled toward us on her hands and knees, her hair spilling around her face like a wild cascade.
“…I apologize for not telling you about this, okay? And don’t get mad at him,” she said, directing her gaze toward Ally. “I was the one who asked him to do it with me. He didn’t want to at first, but I begged him for it.”
“Beg?” I glanced at her in confusion, then looked swiftly at Rodrigo. “Rod, you’re okay with this?”
I’d been mulling this over since yesterday. Rodrigo hadn’t shown a flicker of anger when Donna flirted with me, and he’d seemed utterly unfazed when he must have pieced together that something had already gone down between us.
Was it just his open-mindedness about sex, inherited from being Aunt Melissa’s son—the woman who’d literally founded the Velvet Circle? Or was there something deeper at play?
“I don’t mind… to be honest, unlike Tina and Johnson, Donna and I aren’t really exclusive with each other,” Rodrigo said, the words landing like a casual revelation as he met my gaze head-on.
My brow furrowed.
“What? What does that mean?”
“Donna can fuck whomever she wants,” Rodrigo replied, shrugging as if commenting on the weather. “And the same goes for me.”
A sharp twist gripped my gut as the last, baffling fragment of this world’s social code snapped into focus.
In this world, the default was indeed open indulgence, but it thrived under ironclad boundaries. Men and women could entwine their lives and bodies freely, but they are bound by one rule: a woman couldn’t be “claimed” or bound exclusively by another man.
That old, primal jealousy—the territorial snarl of one male encroaching on another’s mate, the “pride of the pack” instinct—burned fiercely in the mind of men.
To stake that claim on a woman meant a profound vow, one aimed straight at lifelong union. So, if another man makes a pass at a woman belonging to another man, it would mean worse than simple cheating or adultery. It’s a shame, a sin of greed. And for a woman, it’s a grave mistake of betrayal.
And this is followed strictly by both men and women in this world.
That is why Rodrigo’s easy acceptance of Donna’s romp with me is incredibly strange.
“So you’re saying…” I fumbled for words to voice the epiphany. “She can sleep around with anyone, and you’re cool with it, as long as neither of us is gunning for something permanent?”
“Exactly,” Rodrigo confirmed, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “Keeps things uncomplicated, right?”
I guess so…?
Adultery, particularly for women, carried brutal penalties: total social exile, or in harsh cases, state-enforced reprogramming. It made no sense for men to scrap over females when they were so outnumbered. History was littered with those clashes—hotly contested women drawing male brawls that left the rest of the population high and dry.
It nearly sparked revolts, with women rising against the waste: men were scarce enough without hoarding the few desirable ones over a single prize. What about everyone else in this female-heavy world?
To fix it, laws emerged safeguarding male claims on their partners. A woman stepping out faced punishments rivaling those for homicide. That was the code etched into society.
Whether folks stuck to it was another story.
Take Tina and Johnson, the poster couple for lockdown loyalty.
In Johnson’s presence, Tina never eyed guys like Lindon or Mick. She reserved her body for him alone, even in public—like that raw display earlier. Though I couldn’t swear she held back when he wasn’t watching. Hell, after all that, Tina had nearly pinned me down and taken what she wanted last night.
Rodrigo and Donna’s strange open relationship? It was unheard of, at least in my circles. Johnson guarded Tina like a feral dog with its prize bone, shooting me death stares whenever I even bantered with her. Lindon pulled the same possessive growl around his girl—whose name I still hadn’t caught.
But Rodrigo and Donna, the so-called golden pair among friends and classmates, weren’t bound that way?
As if sensing my whirlwind of questions, Rodrigo leaned in, eyes locked on mine.
“Donna said she told you about our desire to have a child.”
The breath whooshed out of me. There it was, laid bare. He knew. He knew every thrust and gasp from yesterday between Donna and me. My pulse hammered, denial clawing at my throat, but his steady stare pinned me. No room for bullshit. I managed a single, deliberate nod.
“And she told you about my… semen rank.”
“…Yes.”
“I can’t give her what she wants.”
His voice dipped low, laced not with shame but a bone-deep weariness that spoke of years wrestling with this truth.
“Rod.” Donna’s brow creased in concern as she laid a hand on his arm, her fierce protectiveness surging. But Rodrigo clasped her fingers gently, halting her words.
“It’s okay, Donna. Really. No point hiding a simple biological truth.” He shrugged, the motion too forced, betraying the invisible burden he’d shouldered forever. Then his eyes met mine again, and he murmured so softly I strained to catch it.
“And beyond that… I like men.”
“What?”
A low, authentic laugh rumbled from him at my stunned expression.
“I’m serious.”
“He loves getting fucked in the ass,” Ally cut in. “He even begged me to pound him once… I turned him down, obviously.”
My brain reeled, shattering the tough, straight-edged picture I’d built of Rodrigo and piecing it back into something raw and unexpected.
I groped for words that wouldn’t reek of pity or fake acceptance.
“I… I’m glad you told me,” I said, the phrase landing clumsily and small. “Not sure why you picked me—maybe you think I’m like you? But heads up, I’m not. Into guys, I mean.”
Rodrigo threw his head back in a hearty laugh, the sound cutting through the heavy air like a release.
“I figured! You scream straight, babe.”
He swiped at an imaginary tear, grinning.
“Though, gotta say, hearing about you and Ally had me curious for a sec. That’s why I’ve been watching you since you showed up yesterday. Verdict: not queer. But,” he added with a sly grin, “you’ve got a real thing for… mature women.”
The direct hit nearly pulled a chuckle from me, but Ally’s grip tightened on my neck, a subtle warning.
“What’s wrong with that?” I shot back, edge creeping into my tone.
“Nothing, nothing,” he assured, his smile warming genuinely. “Just caught me off guard. But it’s why I trust you with this—other guys might not get your kinks any more than they’d swallow mine.”
“You complimenting or ribbing me?”
“Compliment, love. Means I respect you.”
He exhaled, the mirth draining from his eyes, leaving a stark, exposed edge.
As Rodrigo unspooled his secrets—the ache of his limitations—the room grew thick with unspoken weight, pulling Ally in closer.
She stirred against me, her ass pressing into the stiff cock I hadn’t noticed throbbing under the blanket draped over my lap.
Her fingers, which had been teasing my earlobe, slid down with pinpoint intent. They wrapped around my shaft’s base, angling it just right.
In a fluid twist of her hips, she sank hard, her wet pussy swallowing my full length in one slick plunge. A muffled moan vibrated against my shoulder as she bit it lightly.
The abrupt, scorching grip yanked my focus to the tight clench around my dick and the raw openness spilling from Rodrigo across from me. I locked eyes with him, refusing to break the moment. “Honestly, I’m… thankful. You’ve made my mother happy. Really happy. I can’t… I can’t fuck her anymore. Won’t even get hard for her. Hearing you two last night? It hit me with this huge wave of relief—knowing someone could step in like that. Even more, seeing you with her earlier. Her smile… It’s been gone too long. I’m just relieved.”
I gaped at him, floored by the gut-punch candor. “How the fuck did we end up in therapy session territory?”
Rodrigo flashed a sheepish, almost youthful grin, like a kid owning up to a minor prank.
“Bear with me, Dad. Won’t spill this every day, promise.”
“Did you just call me Dad?”
He snorted but stayed quiet, his focus sharpening on the heavy ask hovering between us.
“I’m cool with you and Mom, but swear to me—while you can still rise to the occasion, fuck her now and then. Once a month, whatever. Just… make her feel desired.”
The plea was so intimate, so twisted in its tenderness, that a fierce, unexpected claim rose in my chest. Ally’s hips rolled in a languid grind, her pussy squeezing my cock in rhythm, underscoring my vow before the words left my mouth.
“Your mother,” I said, staring Rodrigo down, the ownership amplified by the deep, pulsing thrust buried inside Ally, “…is mine now. So quit stressing. Though I get territorial, so hands off her from here out.”
He dipped his head, relief flooding his face like a dam breaking. The odd pact sealed itself.
“…No worries, I won’t. As I said, I can’t even get it up for her anymore.”
But one snag lingered, a frayed edge in this web of truths.
My hand wandered lazy patterns along Ally’s flank, dipping into the slick warmth where our bodies joined, as I voiced it.
“However,” I began, my voice curious rather than accusatory. “If you like men, why did you want to have a child with Donna?”
Rodrigo’s smile returned, but now it was tinged with a deep, melancholic love. He reached across the table and took Donna’s hand properly this time, clutching it tight.
“Because I love her,” he said simply. “And she wanted a child more than anything. I wanted to give her that. I wanted to build that with her. The method… well, the method just needed to be creative.”
He looked back at me, and in that moment, I saw not a cuckold or a confused man, but a husband. A deeply flawed, deeply human, and deeply devoted husband.
Ally’s soft, rhythmic gasps were a counterpoint to the heavy silence that had fallen after Rodrigo’s proposition.
Her hips moved on autopilot, a slow, grinding undulation against my cock that was more instinct than intention now, a lazy, possessive circle that kept me buried deep inside her warmth.
“Besides, if we have a child, it can also mask my true self from others,” Rodrigo continued, his voice calm, analytical, as if he were discussing a financial investment. “And I can also avail the government’s support and incentive.”
“… …”
“See? I see it as a win-win situation for both of us.”
