The Cheese Merchant’s Visit
For eight years, Mr. Laguna had been the reliable supplier of fine cheeses to the ranch. He was a man of many talents—a baseball umpire and a proud charro. He was strong and handsome, always a gentleman, though he often spent long minutes in the kitchen chatting with Laura, his eyes lingering on her curves.
One afternoon, Laguna arrived with a different energy. He had been drinking, and the alcohol had stripped away his usual reserve. Lalo, Laura’s husband, watched from the shadows, having ensured the house was empty. This was a shared thrill that fueled their marriage.
“Laurita,” Laguna confessed, his voice thick with desire. “I’ve wanted you since the first day I saw you.” He stepped closer, the scent of aged cheese and tequila clinging to him. Laura felt a surge of heat as he pressed her against the counter, his rough hands finding the curve of her hips. The tension that had simmered for nearly a decade finally boiled over, turning a routine delivery into a passionate encounter.