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January in Spain

So we left the US from Miami. We sprung for first class seats for the long trip because our unicorn is a spoiled princess. And because we got free bags. Lexi and I sat by each other for much of the trip. Although she swapped with him on the second leg. Maybe she was tired of me talking excitedly and wanted to sleep. That gave prof and I a chance to talk and I let him in on my plan. I had been quizzing her on Spanish and she was woefully unprepared despite supposedly using a learning app. I told him when we landed in Spain we were to only speak Spanish to her, unless translating for someone else. He shook his head but went along with it. She would be angry and blame me of course. She did and she wasn’t wrong. After just a few times she said “Ugh. Really? Fuck you puta!” Good she knows some Spanish already. I said “Me llamo es E, no puta.” Immersion was the best way to learn. She would thank me later. For now she stopped talking, maybe hoping we would drop it out of habit.

We got to our hotel for the first night and we were all exhausted. Euro hotels rarely have king beds so we had two doubles. And we went right to bed. I got in the double with her and said “Buenas noches mi unicornio.” She scowled at me. So I offered a deal. I turned off the light and said “Ok, how about if bed is a safe space for English.” She said “Thank god.” I said “It’s for your own good. You have a month before you start work and you have to be able to speak it pretty well by then. You’ll have to converse in Spanish to other realtors and title companies or whatever.” She said “I know. I just wanted to talk about stuff casually though, what I saw of the city and being here. I’m really excited.” I said “Awesome. I hope so, you took even more of a leap coming here with the language and you never even visited Valencia. I hope you like the apartment and the city and everything.” She said “I will. I trust you.” We gabbed for a few more minutes and then prof piped up from the other bed and said “That’s great my little bird and unicorn, I’m glad you are both happy and excited, but how about we shut up for now. I need sleep.” Lexi and I laughed and gave each other the shhhh signal. I almost said “Yes, papi,” but refrained and said “Yes, my lion.” Then we kissed and went off to sleep.

I would begin work on the Monday after we arrived. Lexi was not starting work for a month. Partly she just wanted to acclimate, but it is also a slow period for real estate. And she needed to learn the language. But the biggest factor was the $31,000 she got for her car. Although she still insists she lost money when converted to €28,800. Prof would begin the last week of January. But we had a lot to do starting the next day. Due to the time change we were not even awake until after 11am. We got going and grabbed some food from a nearby McDonald’s. Yep, our first meal in Spain was good old American junk food. They had just opened at noon. Fast food places do not serve breakfast here. And lunch starts at 11 or 12. I had not actually been in a fast food place on my last visit. There are some significant differences in Spanish fast food compared to the US. First, they all serve beer (cerveza). Not kidding. They are nicer too, almost restaurant level nice. I suppose this is because Spaniards spend more time at leisurely meals. And they have different menu items, some regional stuff and some just other variations on things like a Grand McExtreme Double Intense Bacon Cheddar burger plus gouda cheese sticks and healthier options like other salads, sides like tomatillos and actual chicken wings (bone in). It was bizarre. And as a dessert – you are seriously not gonna believe this – they have fresh pineapple. OMG it’s like they want me to swallow a lot of cum in Spain. Prof got a serving, not that he needs much help in the taste department. But it can all the time be sweetened by some pineapple. That got my mind on sex, we had not yet had sex in Spain since we arrived. We would have to remedy that soon.

But first we checked out and took our bags the two blocks to our apartment. We checked in at the office, got our keys and proceeded up to the 3rd floor walkup. It was dark and empty but it was nice like I remembered. We showed Lexi around. Two bedrooms and one bath. It was old but the bathroom and kitchen were renovated. Spanish homes typically do not have dryers and the washing machine is located in the kitchen. People hang their clothes to dry – we had a big folding clothes line thing. There was a floor mounted closet system we had installed on one wall of the second bedroom through a local business before we arrived. We had seen pictures. It ran across one entire side of the bedroom providing open hanging closet space and shelves and drawers we otherwise would not have as the building was old and had no closets except one by the entryway. We were gonna keep a day bed with trundle for guests in here (or when one of us was mad or sick I figured) and profs desk for whoever might need to work in some quiet space. The master would have the king bed, side tables, and dresser. We walked out onto the 8’x10’ patio, it was on the inner courtyard side of the block and pretty private. Waist high stucco walls meant nobody could see except another patio on the 4th floor next door and across the courtyard (through some trees) but only above the waist. The weather was clear but a little cooler, high in the 50s (that’s like 12ish celsius). My brain was still figuring out temperatures but my wondered was 10 is freezing (to a Texas latina), 15 is cold, 20 is nice, 25 is perfect, 30 is warm, and 35 is hot. 40 is normal Texas summer.

So we left the bags and went to Malena’s to pick up our stuff we had shipped there. She was so nice to store it for us. We all hugged her and kissed cheeks, and then talked for a bit. In Spanish. Lexi was just listening mostly. Malena asked if she understood and she shrugged. I said she was learning and we just kept talking in Spanish. Malena was a little awkward I think being in person with me after fucking prof, with my approval and suggestion of course (and watching them fuck). And she was gonna be Lexi’s boss so we already had an interesting dynamic. But we put her at ease I think. She is so damn sexy in her professional clothes, I wish we had time for a little fun right then. The kids were at college but she was working and had run over to meet us there so she could not stay long. We had 6 big boxes and a few more suitcases prof had brought on previous trips. We hailed two different cabs to fit all the boxes and suitcases, with the trunk and seats full. Lexi rode with me. We met back at the apartment and then started lugging stuff upstairs leaving one of us each time to watch the stuff on the sidewalk. We got it all up and started unpacking. We now had some kitchen pots and pans and plates and glassware, coffee maker, etc. But no food of course. And we fit what we could in the standing closet and drawers. We had more than we could fit so we had to prioritize winter stuff over summer and left all of that packed up, which all went into the back of the one hall closet with jackets hanging in front. At least that was a decent storage space. We also had no furniture so the decor and stuff was just stacked to the side to wait. Our shipment had arrived a few weeks ago that included our big bdsm king bed frame, couch, desk, tables, chairs, etc. But that would not be delivered to us until Friday after arranging a local pickup from the shipper and delivery. Meanwhile we had a local mattress business set to deliver 3 mattresses today – a king and two twins for the day bed. Prof had called on that and they assured us it would be delivered today. We also had a schedule for internet service installation on the next day. Only prof had a cell phone at this point. By 6:30pm they had not shown up and we were starving. So Lexi and I headed out in search of food, something better than fast food. Prof waited for them.

We found a little Spanish local restaurant a block away and went in and ordered to go. I left Lexi there to wait and went next door to a small mercado to buy some coffee, milk, fresh produce, yogurt, bread, eggs, etc. to get us through a few mornings. We took the food back to the apartment and they had still not delivered the mattress. Ugh. Spain works on its own time schedule, not yours, everyone told us that. Well at least we had food. We were standing to eat in the kitchen. I think everyone was a bit stressed and it was another long day. The food was helping though and it was good authentic hearty but simple spanish chicken, rice and salad. Mid meal though prof’s phone rang and the mattress business was here. Thank God. They brought them up and put them on the bedroom floors. That was the extent of our furniture for now. I hate to bore you with all this mundane moving stuff, but it just seemed like such a monumental day and we had been anticipating it for so long. We were finally here and in our place, such as it was. A spartan existence for now. But we had food and shelter and something to sleep on. What more did we need?

Well the first thing we needed was showers. We were gross from a day spent moving and unpacking. Unfortunately the shower would not accommodate three people and even two would be tight so we took turns. The bathroom also had a bidés (bidet in french and english). Lexi and I were waiting our turn and trying it out. You could face frontward or backward on it and wash your backside or your junk/vag with a nice stream of warm water. It is between the toilet and the sink taking up some room. But you can use soap and get freshly clean if you want that way. It also is strong enough of a stream to be nice and stimulating on the clit. I figure out people also use it to wash their feet and to cleanse during their period. Might be nice. We shall see. But for now we just played with it and then showered. Lexi went last and when she came to the bedroom prof and I were waiting for her. I think we all just knew we intended to christen our place with sex the first night of course. We had a mattress but no blinds or curtains. Oh well. Apartments across the way could see in but not directly the mattress was between windows on either side and on the floor of course. Not that we would have cared. I like being watched anyway. Maybe somebody would enjoy the show from their new neighbors. We were under the sheets and Lexi walked in wrapped in a towel. “Are you the Romanian prostitute we requested?” I asked. She said “Ohhh yes I am poor orphan girl from Romania who earn money with her body,” in a terrible eastern euro accent. With that she dropped her towel. I said “You don’t sound Romanian.” She said “What would you know, silly american, have you been to Romania?” I said “No. Well you’ll have to do anyway, nice tight little blonde euro bitch, I would like to watch you service my husband’s cock and then me, you must earn your money whore.” I pushed the sheet down and I was slowly stroking his cock and she responded with ”mmm, yes i can do this for you” and flopped down between us. She said “I will be the best whore but I am not cheap, you must pay me 500 euros for the night and I will satisfy you both.” She kissed up his legs from below and then licked up and down his shaft. Then she stopped, looked at me and said “Money first!!” I said “Suck him slut.” she said “My pimp will beat me if I don’t bring back the money.” I said “Chulo, a pimp is a chulo. And if you don’t want to do it you can go.” I leaned over to swirl his cock head. She pushed me away and engulfed his cock.

I watched for a minute and then moved behind her spreading her cheeks and running my tongue up from her clit to her squeaky clean asshole. She paused and said “You are a dirty american aren’t you?” I smacked her ass and said “Keep sucking slut.” She resumed sucking his cock and I ate her greedily. After a few minutes I moved up beside her and took him in my mouth. She pushed my legs aside and started eating me. Prof was on his side thrusting into my mouth and she was between my legs flicking my clit and fingering my ass. Then she moved behind him and sucked his balls while I throated him. Then we moved to fucking. First he pounded me as I pulled one leg way back and he held it there wrapped around his arm as he supported himself. My other leg was straight down giving him a great deep penetration as his balls slapped on every thrust. I stroked his chest and Lexi sucked my nipples. She crawled over on top of me as he released my leg and he was able to fuck both our pussies alternately for the next few minutes. She climbed off again and disappeared as he moved to straddle my head and I licked his glistening cock and balls. Lexi came back and I knew where she went. As we unpacked we discovered our sex toys we had packed in one box. She donned the strap on and moved between my legs and started fucking me. Prof then moved behind her after a few minutes and rubbed his wet cock at her waiting asshole. He entered her from behind and now as he thrust into her she thrust into me. They double fucked me rythmically for several minutes and I came first, then Lexi and finally prof unloaded in her tight ass groaning as he buried it deep in her.

We all collapsed and were just laying there in a euphoric state when Lexi piped up and said “Where’s my money bitch?” That made me laugh and I started tickling her and then prof pinned her down and we tortured her. I said “Listen whore, you get no money, but I’ll make you a deal. We will keep you and protect you from your chulo and you will be our sex slave. In exchange you will get fed and a place to sleep and fucked daily and all the pussy you can eat.” She said “Mmmm sounds like a deal. I’ll be your sex slave, then I don’t have to work.” I smacked her ass and said “You wish whore.” She was smirking. I kissed her tenderly, our breasts pressed together. She kissed me back and we french kissed for a minute. It was quiet and we turned to see prof lying on his side smiling. I said “What are you so happy about?” Lexi said “He just fucked two whores of course he’s smiling.” He chuckled and said “I’m a very fortunate man, no doubt, but that’s not why I’m smiling.” We looked at him and waited. He said “I’m just so happy. We are finally here. Together. It’s been a long road and a lot of work and you two are more than a little bit crazy. And we only have a mattress and some dishes. But…. it’s just perfect. ” He shook his head. Awwww being so sentimental. I moved over and kissed him. Lexi rolled to him and kissed him too. And then we all kissed again. We fell into a triple spoon and soon we were all asleep. In our new home in a new country. It was only 9pm because we were still acclimating.

So of course we were up early the next morning. Not a bad thing because we had a lot to do, but you can not do much of anything early in Spain. Most stores don’t even open until 9:30 or 10am. But prof was up even earlier and left for a jog. I went to put coffee on and when he came back he went to the shower. I followed and figured out how to manage to kneel and suck him in the one person glass enclosed shower. It was essential to figure these things out. I throated him and stroked his balls as he grabbed the back of my head. He soon unloaded in my throat about the time Lexi came in and squatted on the toilet. I was in a good mood anyway but I can all the time use more happy juice. I dried off and she rinsed off in the bidés and said “oooooh nice.” We dressed in yoga pants and sweatshirts because it was plenty cold out (like 8°C !!!) and chilly in the apartment as well. We needed space heaters for sure. I had heard Spanish apartments were notoriously bad in winter. We put the single mattresses double stacked in the living area as a couch of sorts with our pillows from bed and used the empty boxes flipped over as little side tables by the couch and bed. Roughing it for now. The coffee and some fruit got us going.

Our day’s goal was all about getting connected. Lexi and I needed cell phones with numbers in Spain and internet access in the apartment. Prof had cell service from his previous visits and had switched to that phone. It was with Movistar (movil means mobile) one of the biggest cell/internet providers and he got some bundle deal for our internet and TV in the apartment which was supposed to be installed today. I opted for a business called Orange España for cell service. Naranja is the Spanish word for Orange but the business name is in English. Go figure. But they pronounce it more like the French say orange. Apparently they operate all over Europe so that’s good. I picked them because they have English speaking customer service for Lexi. So we got two new iPhones (those who have texted with me know my daddy was cheap and I had cheap phones and a cheap plan). I opted for the latest and greatest phone and a big bundle plan. Apparently texting in Europe is expensive. Like you get charged per text on most plans. Instead people use WhatsApp mostly for text communication. It is free other than your data plan. So I have a +34 number now for Spain. To call the US we dial 00+1 then the number. Easy. To call Spain or even within Spain you need the area code which can be 2 or 3 digits and then the number which is 9 digits. Mobile numbers begin with a 6 or 7. Ugh. I know this from calling prof when he was over here. I had to dial 011 first for international then 34-93-6xxx-xxxxx because he got his phone in Barcelona originally (area code 93). Our area code is 96 in Valencia. Well thats why we program numbers in.

Once that was done we walked the neighborhood some more for several blocks. We stopped in a cafe for a casual and leisurely lunch while we waited for the call about internet and TV installation. Nothing we could do but wait. And shop. Now we had our phones and did some searching around the area. Prof found an electronics store and we went there. They had these flat radiant heaters so we bought 2 of those and a 55” TV. Wait, why are screen sizes in Spain still in US measurements? Hmm. Anyway, they said they could deliver between 4:30 and 8:00. They were closing at 2:00 for siesta of course. Lexi said she found a market she wanted to go to and it was only a few blocks away. I said “¿Qué? No entiendo.” She groaned and said “Vámanos a mercado. Por favor puto.” I laughed but corrected her saying “Vamos no Vámanos.” Subtle difference but Vámanos is used for just saying let’s go meaning let’s leave generically. Vamos means let’s go to followed by somewhere specific. Well anyway she led us navigating with her phone which was great. We arrived at a store called The American Market. And it’s just what you think it would be, it has many trendy American brands of food: canned, boxed or jarred stuff and then junk food, soft drinks and candy. I was a little put off actually thinking let’s try to embrace Spanish food but as we browsed I must admit to picking up several things myself. Soups, juice, salad dressing, condiments and some bagels. Lexi got chips, fanta, cereal, mac’n’cheese and some pancake mix and syrup. Comfort food for her. Well if that made her happy so be it. Prof picked up some tea and pretzels and Dr. Pepper which he learned to love in Texas. They had a small section with cookware and stuff too which was great. I might need that later.

We went back to the apartment by cab with all of our bags to wait for our internet. Lexi immediately broke out her snack food and had some chips and a Fanta. The internet guy came around 4:00 and got started installing. The TV and heaters were delivered around 5:30 which was amazing timing as the installer was just wrapping up. Prof was able to hook up the TV really quick and he had everything he wanted with all the international channels and applications for fútbol in Spain, Mexico and England plus Champions League. I have no idea what that is but he kept saying it. My only concern was wifi and getting reconnected to the world. It would be nice to have Netflix, Paramount+ and HBOMax and web browsing again. Not to mention it is impossible to write my posts on a phone. We put the heaters in the bedroom and living area next to the windows that where so much cold air came in. That meant moving the bed (mattress) to the other wall but it would be fine and warmer. Then we laid around on the mattress(couch) and binged stuff. In the evening I decided to make a simple spanish staple called tortillas but here that means an omelet with potato and onion basically. You can dress it up or serve it with other stuff but it’s often eaten alone as a meal anytime for breakfast, lunch or dinner. It was our first home cooked meal in Spain.

At 8pm prof took control of the TV as he wanted to watch a fútbol game with Barcelona in the Copa del Ray (what the hell is that?). Seriously, how many fútbol competitions are there? He was happy with his beer and the game. Lexi and I started gabbing in English (since we were technically on a bed) about the city and stuff and he kept shushing us. Rude. Barcelona scored quickly and he was happy. We moved to the bedroom since we were being ignored anyway. We ended up making out, of course, and one thing led to another and we were 69ing in no time. We spent an hour pleasuring each other with fingers and toys. A good girl girl time and I orgasmed twice. The lights were on, windows open and it was nice and warm so we had nothing covering us. I was not sure prof was even aware. But we had fun. Every now and then we would hear “Yes!!!” as they scored again. I went to get some juice after, still naked and paused to see the game. He wasn’t even watching Barcelona any more, it was some English teams. I said “What happened to Barcelona?” He never even looked at me but said “Blowout so I switched to this. Premier League.” Another league. The man loved his fútbol, but in the US these games were on in the middle of the day so I rarely saw him watching, except during the World Cup, here they are on in primetime. Apparently he watches a lot of soccer. I’m pretty sure he used to watch games at his university office while “working”. He sometimes talked with other students about games before or after class. Apparently I married a fútbol fanatic.

Better to just embrace it. So I went online and found tickets for the local club in a match the following Monday. I call them the bats because of their logo. A “murcielago” (bat) is on the city coat of arms and the fútbol team crest too. It dates from a medieval battle where a bat landed on the flag of some Christian conqueror over the Moors. There are bats all over the city on signs, manhole covers, etc. Apparently a enormous population of them keeps the mosquitos to a minimum as the city was built on a swampy area. Anyway, I would begin work that day but it would be fine, it was a night game and they only take 2 hours. I told Lexi my idea and she shrugged and said “Sure, why not?” I got them for about €80 each. I took a screenshot and sent it to prof in the other room. I heard his phone and he checked it and called out “Hey that’s awesome. Thanks” He came to bed about 10:00 saying somebody won and it was a good game. He said “I thought you didn’t like soccer?” I said “Fútbol!! And I liked the world cup. I know who to root for. This is too many games, too many teams and too many leagues. I can’t keep it straight but we should support the local team right? And maybe it’s more fun in person.”

We were naked of course. He said “Looks like you had fun back here already.” I said “mmmm hmmmm….. but now that you are free I could play with your fútbols if you like.” I reached out and stroked his balls through his boxer briefs. Lexi was doing something on her computer at the moment. I tugged his briefs down and rolled to my back side under him. He knelt and guided his cock into my waiting mouth as I hung my head over the mattress. I heard movement but could not see Lexi as I was engulfed in cock and balls on my face. She was breathing heavy though she must be masturbating. What an insatiable slut. Prof pulled out and I looked up to see Lexi moving to straddle my face. Her butt plug was in and she was super wet and ready for cock. He entered her and started fucking her as I licked her clit. I reached around and pulled on her plug as he thrust in and out, gaping her ass at the widest point and then letting it suck the plug back in. She was gasping “Oh my god, fuck yes….oh shit that feels so good.” He kept going and was not gonna last long I could tell. She started screaming “Fuck yes I’m, cumming!!!” and he buried it in her and I watched his balls pulse as he filled her with creamy cum. They subsided and as he pulled out I moved in and drank their combined nectar from her sweet hole. Lexi grabbed her pussy and said “Holy shit that was intense!! Fuck I needed that.” Prof dangled his cock for me to lick clean knowing I would want it. We cleaned up in the bathroom and came back to bed. It was still only 10pm but we were slowly acclimating so we went to bed again in a much warmer room this time.

Friday was gonna be our biggest day, but per Spanish tradition we had no idea when the movers would come. Prof went for a run and after a simple bagel for breakfast, and cereal for Lexi, she and I headed off to go to the big market for real food. We would have furniture that night and I wanted to cook. I messaged him to call me when they came. I spent almost two hours in the enormous central market discovering everything they had and choosing meats, cheeses, breads and produce from the many choices. When we got back it was after 11am and no sign of the movers. We headed down to grab a bite and went to nearest bodega. In the US or Central America a bodega is a convenience store more or less. In Spain it is a liquor store primarily although it tends to have some food service like tapas. But it’s the best place for wine and beer. We had some tapas and beer (Mahou the most trendy brand in Spain). They have a variety of sizes for beer, it is apparently the national beverage. Una caña is a small glass of beer (about 6oz), un doble is a double. And una clara is half beer with half fanta lemon or lemonade. Lexi and I tried those. Interesting. Prof had a pinta (pint) and they also have a enormous size called una jarra. We bought some more bottled beer and wine to take back with us. I wanted to stop at the corner market. I needed a few staples like seasonings and olive oil. But the movers called, so Lexi and prof hurried back ahead of me to meet them. When I came along they were hauling parts of the giant bedframe up the 4 flights of stairs. Not an easy task. I got ogled which was fine and they wondered I lived in another unit and were trying to let me pass on the stairs. I said “No, también vivo aquí con mi esposo y mi esposa.” That got some looks as I said I lived there with my husband and wife. But they were gone pretty quick and prof tipped them nicely. I could hear them jabbering excitedly in the stairs, including one emphatic “bastardo con suerte” (lucky bastard). He is. Everything was delivered without any breakage. A miracle.

The couch sectional, side tables, shelves and dining table and chairs made the main rooms much more homey. The TV was now on a box so it was at least off the ground. The desk and chair went in the second bedroom with the twin mattresses now stacked there. The dresser in the bedroom gave prof some much needed storage. His suitcase with all his folded clothes was now unpacked and put away. The rest of the kitchen stuff was also in that shipment so I unpacked all of that while Lexi and prof assembled the bondage bed frame. With that we were moved in at least to a functional level. I had researched and saved many recipes. With the cold weather we had been having I opted for this delicious Catalan Beef Stew over rice. It only takes about 90 minutes to cook after chopping everything (garlic, onions, tomatoes, carrots, celery) and is made with beef seared in olive oil, flour, beef stock, red wine and a secret ingredient: a small amount of baking chocolate. We sat down to eat our first real meal in our new home with some wine. It felt perfect. We talked about our home and decided we needed 3 things to make it complete for now. The bed frame for the second bedroom, a TV hutch/stand, and an armoire for prof to hang clothes in the main bedroom. That way all of his clothes would be in one place. Currently his hanging clothes were crammed in with mine. Then Lexi and I would use the second bedroom as our closet with the standing floor unit we had there. Tomorrow we would shop for furniture. After dinner, at profs urging, they did the dishes. It’s just not in her nature.

It had been almost three months since we had the bondage bed. And prof decided to use us both roughly that night. We were bound back to back sitting and he fucked our faces first. Next Lexi was put in the stockade and whipped as I was bound spread eagled with my nipples clamped to chains over the top rails. He shoved my buttplug in and fucked me hard to an orgasm with a dildo while fucking my mouth with his cock. Then he fucked her in the pussy and in her ass until she came with him pinching her tits and clit. He plugged her ass and left her with the remote vibe buzzing away watching as he fucked me with my legs now pulled back over my head. He came all over my face as I tried to catch what I could and left us there for 10 minutes and tortured her with varying speeds. When he came back for round two he switched our positions and whipped my pussy and moved the nipple clamps to Lexi, and then used toys on our gaping holes for the next 30 minutes. Then he put her in the swing and I ate her cunt while he pounded me from behind and smacked my ass. Finally he removed the plugs, bound us together face to face and then fucked all of our holes alternately until he came again in my ass. We were satisfied but sore sluts by the end. Such an amazing feeling. And we made a lot of noise.

On Saturday we slept in and recovered from our abuse. We met our upstairs neighbor though. An older man probably 70 knocked and said his wife heard screams the last few nights and wanted to know if everything was ok. I giggled and said yes, it was just us having some fun and not to worry about any noises, but we would try to keep it down. He could see Lexi and prof behind me and gave a befuddled look for a minute. Then he realized and was almost flustered. He finally said he was deaf anyway and took out his hearing aids at night, so have fun and he would tell her to mind her own company. What a sweet old man. In the afternoon we went furniture shopping. We still had no vehicle and had been using the metro but instead we rented scooters. They are all over the city and rentable using an app on your phone. We found a TV stand and a bed frame which were set to be delivered Monday. But an armoire was proving difficult. Then we used the metro to my stop for work so I would know my way on Monday. It was only 4 stops from our home station. Prof was also 4 stops but a different train. We took our first night off from sex on Saturday – too sore. But we went to a movie. We finally had a chance to see the Avatar sequel. In Spain they dub most movies into Spanish but you can discover listings for what are called VOSE (Versión Original Subtitulada en Español) which means it is in its original language and subtitled in Spanish. I wondered about forcing Lexi to hear it in Spanish but I wanted us all to enjoy it. It was long but fun, and worth seeing.

Sunday was a lazy day. We all went to mass in the morning and made pancakes for brunch. Then prof settled in to watch fútbol as there were Spanish and English games on. Malena texted prof to check on us. He had me call her back. We chatted for a bit about how we were settling in. I told her the only thing we were having trouble with was finding an “armario” for hanging clothes. Most are antiques she said as modern housing has closets. But she said she had a spare one we could come take if we wanted. Prof was engrossed in the game and said to go without him. So Lexi and I headed over. The armoire was a gorgeous antique carved wood one. But it still had her deceased husband’s stuff in it. I said we could not take that and she said “No, believe me I need to get rid of it. It is not the sentiment I just had nowhere to put it and it was easier to just never open it. I would love it if it went to someone so wonderful.” I assumed she meant prof. I said “Well I’m sure he would appreciate it.” She said “Well yes but I meant you. I am so thankful for what you did for me. I was in mourning for so long and then just going through the motions working and being a mom. I did not feel like a woman. And I miss him terribly but I needed that. I feel alive again. And I’ve started seeing someone. So thank you. And prof is a wonderful man of course, my husband would like him and I can’t think of anyone better to take it then another good husband.” We agreed but had to discover someone to move it after she cleaned it out. She said she knew some men who would do it for €100. Of course she did, she must need people to move stuff at all times for clients. I sent her the money to pay them. We stayed and chatted for an hour about our life and adjustment so far and she was interested in getting to know Lexi more before she started working for her.

That was it for the first few days and weekend. I was anxious for my first day of work although we did fuck. Just a quickie really to help me sleep. There is not much to say about the job. It is what I expected and I described a lot of the atmosphere when I visited before. The children are wonderful. I was just observing a lot for the first few days, teaching some lessons, grading homework and getting acclimated. I was exhausted though. But I knew I would settle into a routine eventually. It was only 10:00am – 2:00 or 3:00pm and 22 hours per week. The TV stand and day bed frame had arrived so that was good. Monday night we went to the fútbol match (I was told it’s a match not a game). We took the metro to a burger bar by the stadium to eat before the match. The stadium seats about 48,000 and is right in the heart of the city. Lots of activity around there. But a weekday night was only 2/3 full even though tickets were scarce. There was no scoring in the first half but 4 goals in an exciting second half. It ended 2-2. We bought some t-shirts and a keyring for the spare apartment and car keys.

Tuesday I came home and for the second day neither Lexi nor prof had apparently done much of anything. Except fucking I was sure. I was a little pissed. And I started my period that did not help. I was very tired that night and they were up late so I went and slept in the second bedroom saying I was just tired and it was the quiet room. In the morning though I could not help but make a snide opinion about how I would be home later and then cook and clean and do “everything” around here. I said it in Spanish and sounded like my mom. Ugh. There was still shit to be done around here and I assumed with more time off they would do it. Grumble.

When I got home it was a little more picked up. And they were waiting for me seated on the couch. Prof said they wanted to take me to dinner. I was still fuming a little but i no mood to cook. I said fine but I was taking a nap and went to the second bedroom again. When I woke up Lexi said “Vámonos… or uhh vamos al dormitorio.” I did not want to go to the bedroom. All I wanted to do now was eat. But she dragged me in there. And then I saw that blinds and curtain sheers were hung over the windows. Aww. Now I felt bad. They had done a really good job, I said. But prof said “No, eso todo Lexi.” It was all her. Well what the hell did he do all day then I thought? Watch fútbol!!! But I kept my mouth shut. I needed food. We left for dinner, but a half block down, prof turned into the parking garage next to our building. We had a designated space but no car so I was confused. But apparently we did have a car. Prof had shopped the last two days a little and today he had signed a lease for our new car. It was super cute. A little red SEAT Ateca small crossover SUV. SEAT is a major Spanish car maker. It was so domestic but would be great for little trips around Spain. I hugged them both and said I was sorry for being such a bitch. Lexi said “¿Qué? No hablo inglés?” I laughed and then we all got in the car. Prof picked a wonderful Mediterranean restaurant down by the shore that was only twenty minutes by car. I felt better but still not in the mood for sex. But I slept with them after watching him fuck her ass (she likes that even on her period). But I took his load for some much needed happy juice.

By Friday I was feeling better and had a few days off. On Saturday I found a lavenderia (laundromat) to do our laundry quickly. Better than one load at a time without a dryer. I would use our washer for small loads but probably do this on weekends. We were really settling in now and had sex all weekend. Nothing exceptional but lots of fucking and cum and fútbol watching. Talked to daddy back home and Lexi called Nancy too. Prof was not stressed about work he had been working remotely and visiting once a month. So he was acclimated. Lexi was still not working. I was a little worried about her home alone but she had to learn to manage it independently. She could get by with some conversation now if needed. So prof and I both left for work on Monday and kissed her goodbye. She would probably do nothing all day.

On the metro ride home I noticed I had missed a call from Malena earlier. When I got out and had cell service I called her back but no answer. I tried to call Lexi and also got no answer. I called prof and he said Malena said the armoire was being delivered and he gave her Lexi’s number. When I walked in she was in the shower. That explained why she did not answer I guess. And the armoire was in the bedroom. It was perfect although it had a bit of a musty smell. The bed was unmade too. I would have never let strangers in with such a mess. But that’s Lexi. I went to pee and sat chatting with her in the shower in Spanish. She seemed very bubbly. I mentioned the armoire and she said she handled it no issue and they had just left. I turned to use the bidés and that’s when I saw the condom wrappers and disposed condoms in the trash. Holy shit. I snapped my head toward her and said “You SLUT!!!!” She giggled and said “Oh yeah, I fucked them both,” and shrugged. I said “I didn’t think you were into older guys? And why are you speaking English?” She said “You called me a slut that’s English. You broke the rule first. Malena said they were sending their boys since it was a small job. And they were hot young Spanish boys. Maybe 19 or 20 and sweating from lugging it up four flights of stairs. I gave them a cold drink and took them out on the patio to cool off and …well my nipples got hard in my fútbol t-shirt. They noticed and well you know these things happen.” I said “Uh huh a lot happened… four used condoms???” She shrugged and said “It might have been more but I knew my mom was coming home soon so I had to hurry.” I said “Watch it bitch. But wait til… (I almost said daddy again) our lion hears about this. You will get punished for sure.” She turned and wagged her bare ass at me, spanking herself as she mimicked “Ooooh no stop… don’t…stop… don’t stop!!!!” I called Malena and assured her the boys did a good job. I refrained from mentioning her future assistant fucked them both though. Well she was acclimating pretty well I guess. And she speaks the universal language of slut fluently. What a whore.

NSFW: yes

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