Chapter 6: Meeting in Person

I finally come face-to-face with David, and Iris gives me a surprise.

After discovering that David, could I call him my wife’s lover?, was going to work with me regularly, I spent Sunday feeling uneasy. Although Iris had persuaded me not to break up with him, I couldn’t stop thinking about how this could complicate things.

On the other hand, Iris and I spent all Sunday morning in bed, enjoying each other’s company and our bodies, with the enthusiasm and desire that had been inflamed since we started talking about the fantasy of a third person having sex with my wife. In that sense, I couldn’t complain; my wife, who had previously been more passive and reluctant, was now the first to throw herself into making love with an intensity I had never seen before.

Although I expressed my doubts again, Iris convinced me once more, so on Monday I went to work with the idea that I had to discuss the matter with David. Of course, it was not an option to wait any longer and let him discover at our next meeting in person that the husband of the woman he was sleeping with was his boss.

When I got to my office, the first thing I did was open my email and look for a message I had received from the human resources department with David’s CV. I had planned to look at it before I knew what I now knew, to see who I was going to be working with, but the day-to-day grind of work had made me forget. I told myself with a smile that now I was going to do it, also to see who was fucking my wife.

After reading David’s CV, I came to the conclusion that it was disgustingly flawless. He had finished his degree quickly and with very good grades, completed two master’s degrees and worked at some prestigious law firms in Madrid. He had participated in triathlon (which explained his fantastic muscles, his obnoxiously perfect body and the stamina he showed when repeatedly fucking my wife) and had even volunteered with an NGO that cared for abandoned dogs. And he was 35 years old, 16 years younger than Iris or me. The only thing that didn’t appear on his CV, but which I knew, was that on top of all that, he had a huge cock.

How could I compete with someone like that? Younger, more athletic, attractive, a good student, noble of heart, a promising professional and a tireless lover.

Although Iris assured me that she only loved me and that her encounters with David were just a bit of fun that also served to make my fantasy come true, I was terrified that something more might develop between them. David had too many good qualities and no weaknesses. Hell, even I thought that if I were a woman, I would be attracted to him too!

I only found one thing strange or negative. Why had he moved to Barcelona from Madrid, and why had he only been with another company in Barcelona for two months before joining ours?

After reviewing his CV and gathering my strength for what seemed like the most difficult meeting of my life, I called him into my office.

After he came in and we greeted each other, he sat down, and I remained silent for a while, looking at him and thinking: This is the man who is sleeping with my wife and giving her more pleasure than I do.

Before the silence became too uncomfortable, I welcomed him to the company and our department and explained for a while how we work.

Then I asked him some details about his professional experience, and when I saw the right moment, I asked him about his job in Barcelona and his sudden change of job.

He told me that he had inherited a house from a great-aunt in Barcelona and, at almost the same time, he had been offered a very well-paid job, also in Barcelona, so he decided to move and save himself the high rent he was paying in Madrid. By one of those strange coincidences of life or fate, he had come to Barcelona on the very same day that Iris and I were at the beach watching the “Príncipe Agbar”, the day we had set out on that journey of exploration and fantasy that had led us to him.

The house had turned out to be a good choice, but the job was a trap. The company was in bankruptcy proceedings, with angry employees and several lawsuits from suppliers and customers. The owner was looking for a solicitor to act as a “lightning rod”, attending all the meetings and absorbing the insults and reproaches of all those affected, while the owner remained calm in his mansion which was obtained by swindling everyone.

Furthermore, from a legal point of view, the defense was impossible, and a settlement was not feasible either; the owner was just trying to buy time. Faced with this scenario, David had quickly looked for another job and found it at our company.

After discovering that even that part of his professional career was not reprehensible and that he had not been fired from that job but had left when he realised it was an explosive situation, as I myself would have done, all that remained was to face the most difficult part: telling him that I was Iris’s husband.

I needed some time to prepare myself, so I suggested we have a coffee. We went to the break room, where we had tables, a fridge, a coffee machine and various utensils and equipment for having a drink or something to eat, if you preferred.

We talked for a while about various topics, including football, and I discovered that he was a fan of Real Madrid, the arch-rival of Barcelona — another point of competition between us, in addition to my wife.