Chapter 2

Wrinkles 3 SOL

Juan stood on the kitchen chair as his daughter, Marie, pinned the cuffs on the extra-long black dress pants. Juan’s cousin, Carlos, offered him a chance to be a server for his catering company. If this worked out, maybe Juan could quit the hard labor jobs he had endured his entire life. His fifty-seven-year-old body was getting worn out.

“Quit fussing!” Marie scolded. “Or I won’t get them hemmed in time for tonight’s function.”

“I love you, Marie. Have I told you that lately?” he teased.

Marie looked up at her dad and beamed. “Every morning and every night but only after I suck your cock,” she laughed. “Now, let me finish!” She loved her dad’s thick cock and the tasty cum that came out like a busted faucet. Without her love, he would have died two years ago from the disease that causes such intense pain and an over-abundance of cum.

Juan felt like an imposter as his daughter inspected him. He was a simple laborer, not a waiter for the rich. Marie did an amazing job on the pants. The white shirt and black tie complemented the red vest. He had never dressed up this fancy before. She adjusted his tie and kissed him letting her tongue tickle his.

“You look so handsome!” Marie gushed. “I know you will do well tonight! Now go, before I can’t resist you any longer!”

After his wife, Marie Senior, died suddenly, Juan felt immensely blessed that for the past year his daughter selflessly took over her mother’s life-saving role. If not for young Marie, he would have committed suicide. The doctors called the debilitating disease Hyperspermia. It was a rare condition in which he produces an abnormally high volume of semen during ejaculation. Each day Juan’s balls grow so large the pain leaves him in agony. He tried to use his hand for relief, but the best remedy was his wife’s mouth. Now, young Mari relieves the agony in his balls twice a day. Without her, he would be crippled in pain.

“Thank you, Marie, you are my angel.” Juan hugged her tightly, feeling the warmth of her body and the weight of her soft breasts against his chest. She was the spitting image of her mother. “I don’t know what I would have done without you. You’ve saved my life, and I can’t thank you enough.”

Marie beamed at her father, her heart swelling with love and gratitude. “I love you, Daddy. My mouth loves you too!” she teased. “Now, go out there and be the best server they’ve ever seen. I’m proud of you.” She gave him one more tight hug before pushing him gently towards the door. “Go, go, go!”

Juan walked out of the small apartment, feeling more confident than he had in years. The black dress pants hugged his legs perfectly, and the white shirt and red vest made him feel like a million bucks. As he made his way to Carlos’s catering office, he couldn’t help but wonder if he was making a mistake. But then he thought of Marie and her encouraging words, and he knew he couldn’t let her down.

When he arrived at the office, Carlos was there, going over the details of the food and drink. All the other servers were professional and experienced, but Juan wasn’t intimidated. He had been working with his hands his entire life; serving was just another skill to master. They all climbed into one of two matching vans and headed off.

Growing up, life had been harsh for Juan. His strange looks and size made him a target of bullying and ridicule. He left school in grade nine, and the only jobs he could get were hard labor. He longed to have a woman to share his life with, but girls would run when he tried to talk to them. Then Marie came along when he was forty years old.

A friend of a friend introduced them, and Juan couldn’t believe Marie didn’t run away like all the others. Then he found out why; Marie was an illegal alien and needed to marry an American man to stay in the country.

After only knowing each other for one month, they married in a simple ceremony. Marie looked so beautiful Juan couldn’t hold back the tears. He knew she was using him to stay in America, but he didn’t care.

Every day, Juan expected to come home to an empty apartment or an announcement that Marie was leaving him. Instead, beautiful Marie and Juan grew closer and closer. When young Marie was born ten months after their wedding, it was the second happiest day in Juan’s life.

Together they raised young Marie, and Juan felt relief that she looked exactly like her mom and not him. When a debilitating disease struck Juan, Marie stayed by his side, giving him relief every morning and night.

Sadly, a drunk driver hit Marie outside the hotel where she worked as a housekeeper. His wife died in the hospital that night, and Juan wanted to take his own life. He comforted sixteen-year-old Marie the best he could, but his disease exasperated his grief. He never expected young Marie to take over her mom’s role of providing him relief, but she did.

Now, young Marie works at the same hotel her mom did, and they were both saving up money so she could go to school and become a nurse. Juan helped out as much as he could, but labor jobs never paid much.

Desi had it all, a stunning home, an older wealthy husband, a body to die for, and a beautiful “Hollywood” face. All her friends came out to celebrate her twenty-third birthday party. Her husband gave her a brand-new red Mercedes convertible sports car and another expensive diamond ring.

Unfortunately, Desi’s happiness was dampened by an unexpected and unwelcome gift, a wrinkle at the corner of her mouth. Her greatest worry was her husband would replace her with a younger version. A wrinkle-free version. She spent an obscene amount of money on creams to keep herself looking young; finding the wrinkle was devastating. Desi only became Fred Thompson’s new trophy wife after she stole him away from his old thirty-two-year-old wife.

Juan Lopez found the rich guests ignored him and he felt invisible as he served drinks to the crowd at the expensive estate. The in-ground pool had a fountain shooting water up in the air, and the view of the city lights below was incredible. He couldn’t imagine living in such luxury. Distracted but not deaf, Juan slyly listened to the hostess fret to her girlfriends about a wrinkle on her face. The woman’s words left him dumbfounded and angry at her petty concerns. How could she complain when she had so many riches? He shook his head in disbelief then rushed over to Carlos when summoned.

As the evening progressed, Juan refilled glasses, cleared plates, and whatever Carlos ordered. He was surprised to find that he enjoyed the easy work. The guests, a mix of wealthy men and their wives, seemed to be having a wonderful time. Juan was proud of how well he was able to blend in with the rest of Carlos’s team of servers and do his job seamlessly.

Juan stood quietly on the patio, watching the guests and their interactions. A group of women nearby were laughing loudly, their diamond rings, bracelets, and necklaces glinting in the soft light. He wondered what their lives were like and if they were truly happy. The birthday girl, a skinny blonde with dyed blonde hair caught his eye. She looked upset about something. Juan casually eavesdropped on her conversation.

“It’s right here!” Desi shrieked touching the corner of her mouth. “A wrinkle!”

Desi’s girlfriends all laughed. “It’s over, girl, you’re getting old! One wrinkle leads to a hundred more! Hope you have a good prenup,” they laughed.

Desi went numb, the extravagant party and well-wishes couldn’t overcome her worries of losing her rich husband. It took her over a year to steal him from his ex-wife. She mingled with her guests and drank too much Champagne as she tried to drown her imaginary woes.

When Desi walked to the property’s edge to pout, Juan casually made his way toward her with bitterness forming in his mind at this woman’s vanity. Didn’t she realize the hardships ordinary people like him endured every day? She had everything and yet she was so shallow.

“Good evening,” said Juan politely, “would you like a fresh drink?”

Desi quickly replaced her glass of Champagne. She didn’t say thanks and turned away to look at the twinkling lights.

Juan couldn’t let it go. Looking at her made his blood boil. “Miss,” he said, “I don’t mean to interrupt, but I think I can help you.”

Desi turned and looked at the help; he was short, and ugly, with a huge nose and a bald head. If Desi had to guess, she would say he was Mexican or South American.

“I don’t know what you mean,” she huffed, “and I don’t appreciate you being personal with me.”

“I’m sorry,” Juan said, “but I overheard you talking to the other ladies. May I show you a picture of my wife?”

“What on earth for?” said Desi as she got even more annoyed with the server.

“I think you will be impressed,” said Juan. “Please, only one brief moment; it may change your life.”

Desi was perturbed but also intrigued, “Okay,” she sighed, “but make it quick!”

“The tray,” said Juan as he held it out.

Desi let out another huff and reluctantly took the tray as Juan reached into his back pocket and pulled a photo out of his wallet.

“Here is a picture of my wife,” he said proudly, “she is fifty-seven, the same age as me.”

As Juan took the tray back from Desi, he handed her the photo. It wasn’t his wife but his eighteen-year-old daughter, Marie. She was beautiful like her mom and almost an exact copy.

“This is your wife,” said Desi as she looked at the photo, “She looks so young. Fifty-seven? Impossible!”

Juan smiled as Desi took his bait; her vain ego wanted to believe it was true. However, he could see the wheels turning in her head as she looked at him, trying to judge whether he was telling the truth or not.