A New Alpha in Building 2

My husband usually goes out every night to smoke before taking a bath. It's a habit I don't tolerate from him, I don't like the smell of cigarettes.

He tries to go out when I go to bed, but tonight I'm still very excited about what I just saw and experienced at the neighbor's house, and I'm having trouble falling asleep. I get up and go to the kitchen for a glass of water, I hear his voice outside, but I don't pay attention, I think he's talking on the phone with someone... but then I hear Vinicio's voice and I feel a shiver.

I worry that he'll tell him what happened and get me into trouble with Omar... I pace back and forth in the living room, anxious, wanting them to stop talking and for Omar to come inside... I hear them talking, but I don't understand what they're saying, Omar speaks in a very serious tone, but it could be because Vinicio doesn't like him...

An idea occurs to me, I take my cell phone and send Vinicio a message: "neighbor, please let what happened earlier stay between us"... Vinicio doesn't see the message... I go out in a sleep-deprived attitude

"What's wrong, love?" Omar asks me, using the paternal tone he uses to exhibit me as a trophy with other men

"Nothing... I got scared because I heard you talking to someone," I say, smiling - "good night, neighbor"

"Good night," Vinicio responds

"The lady who comes to clean your house scared him," Omar says - "poor guy was all nervous." Omar comes over to hug me, but he smells like cigarettes, and I pull back

"Yes, what a shame," Vinicio responds - "poor lady, she dropped the water jug and then threw a chair."

I look at Vinicio nervously, Vinicio smiles and smokes in a very masculine way, making me wish I liked cigarettes.

"Okay, I'll leave you guys, I'm going to bed," I say, and I go inside

"Wait, I'll come with you, good night, neighbor," Omar says, giving Vinicio a handshake

"Good night, neighbor," I say, smiling

"That guy's a real pain," Omar says after closing the door

"Shh, he might hear you," I say in a low voice

"Let him hear, he ruined my cigarette with his boring conversation," Omar says, taking off his shirt to take a bath.

When I lie down, I receive a message from Vinicio: "I won't say anything... but you owe me one." His message gets me very hot, I want to save it to masturbate in the morning when Omar goes to work, but I'm afraid to have compromising messages on my cell, so I write "Ok" and delete the conversation.

Two days later, I haven't been able to forget the slave, the blowjob, Vinicio punishing him... but I don't go looking for him, I don't go out when I hear him outside... something tells me I might complicate things, and I'm a married man... I get lost in my thoughts, thinking about so many exciting moments I've lived with Omar, wondering honestly if our relationship has a future.

I'm absorbed in my tho...