After lunch, Jerome turned his attention to the book. His laptop was ruined, but he still had his notes around. 

He looked for his glasses in the backpack. At least those were fine. He opened the book with reverence and immersed himself in translation work. Taking notes and trying to make sense of something so intricate and inherently impossible. His mind fixated on the glyphs that sprawled in front of him. 

Before he realized it, the sun was already setting, and the only reason he came back to his senses was a soft knock on the door. 

“Jerome?” Denise called from the other side. Her voice was coy, different from earlier in the morning. 

The young academic pulled up his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Come in,” He said and turned to face his gracious host. 

“How is everything doing?” Denise dressed differently from the morning. Her hair was styled up in a ponytail, while she was wearing a tight red sleeveless blouse with a matching bra that had too much cleavage for Jerome to feel comfortable with.

She also smelled differently. He could distinguish how the smell of her shampoo danced along with her perfume.

He cleared his throat, trying to focus on the book at hand. He slid over the bed to show her his work. 

“It’s progressing.” He said and stretched. His muscles and wounds complained.

Denise set down a jar of lemonade by the desk and peered over this work. Her perfume assaulted him. It was soft and fresh, playful and floral, like spring. And it made something stir in him. 

He inhaled and clenched one fist. 

“What are you working on?” She asked, pulling a strand of hair away from her face.

Jerome held his breath, his eyes trailed over the pages of the book. Somehow, the act of his fingers touching the pages only made his desires burn stronger. He released his breath and spoke calmly, “The book, I am trying to translate it, it just doesn’t make sense.” He flipped through the pages, showing Denise the glyphs and images within. “It probably isn’t even real.” It excited him to talk about it. But he still thought it was silly. Who would make something as complex as this as a joke? 

“It has to be real. Why else would people be after it?” Denise added, her eyes sparkled. Sure, suspicious people were standing outside her place, but this only made her feel more excited. Like she was the co-star of a blockbuster movie. 

“Yeah, I guess.” Jerome chuckled, “But it feels like it can’t be real. There are Mayan glyphs that are all jumbled with other ancient languages.”

Denise got closer. Leaning over his shoulder to see the glyphs that he was talking about and that she could not understand.

“That’s truly fascinating,” Denise said with a bright smile, her auburn hair framed by the setting sun. 

Jerome gave her a nervous smile. Her face was so close.

“What does this mean?” she said, her finger slowly fell over the book. 

Ancient books were delicate, and Jerome tried to stop her, but it was too late. 

Maybe he imagined it, but for a second it seemed like the moment she touched the book, a red light engulfed her just as the sun set over the horizon. And a single strip of red light tightened around her neck. 

Denise closed her eyes for a moment and moaned. 

When she opened them again, the light in her eyes was different. 

The sun went out, leaving the room mostly dark except for the light coming from the hallway. 

Jerome stared into Denise’s eyes. 

“Jerome?” she said, touching his face. She was close. 

“Yes?” He said, pulling back. 

“What does this symbol mean?” She said, lifting her finger from the book. Her hand trailed his face.

“Ah, right” He pulled the book close and between the two of them, “It means,” He paused and gave her a shy smile. “It means lust.” 

“Lust,” she repeated, like savoring the taste of the word on her lips. Her hand pushed down the book from his hand, her fingers touched his chest. 

Jerome lifted his eyes from the page and drifted from her eyes to her lips, to her neck, and finally landed on the small beauty mark over her right breast. 

“Denise?” Jerome lifted his hand…

Her hand went down to his neck. 

Then she stopped.

She blinked several times before taking a step back. Once again, she turned towards the door. “Sorry about interrupting you,” she said from under the frame without looking back. “I came to tell you we would have dinner as soon as Raul gets home.”

And with that, she was gone. 

Jerome’s hand was still up. He wondered what he had wanted to do just before she left. 

Would have he tried to push her away? Would he have tried to embrace her? Would he have… 

He exhaled and melted onto the chair and told his erection to calm down for the second time on the same day. 

While his leg was still throbbing in pain, it was barely an inconvenience. Still, with the help of the cane Denise left for him, he pulled himself up and left for the dining room.

On the way down, he could hear the water from the shower running. Again. 

The curtains of the living room were drawn, making the lower floor especially dark. He took a seat by the table and waited for his hosts to arrive. 

Raul came through the door. 

“Honey, I am home,” He yelled, turning on the lights, and walking behind Jerome. Raul looked behind the curtain. “They are still outside,” he said in a hushed voice. 

“Thanks,” Jerome said and shook his hand from his seat at the table. 

“You’re welcome.” Raul went to the kitchen and looked for his wife. “Have you seen Denise?” He said, serving himself a glass of water. 

“I think I heard her taking a shower,” Jerome said, and an image pressed into his head of the redheaded wife leaning over the wall, touching herself as she called his name. He shook his head and tried to hide away his erection. 

“That’s odd.” Raul said and served a glass of water to Jerome. “I don’t think you can drink alcohol with your medication so… Cheers?” 

“Cheers” Jerome clinked the glasses and the two of them drank, waiting in silence.

A few minutes later, they heard Denise leave the bathroom and rush to the bedroom. Seconds later, the sound of a notification made Raul pull out his phone. 

“She says that she is not feeling so well, that we should start without her.”

“Is she okay?” 

“Doesn’t say, but I bet it’s just a small headache,” Raul rubbed the back of his neck while typing on his phone.

A second notification rang, and Jerome saw him turn red. Then he abruptly changed the topic with a strained voice. “Do you like meatloaf?”

Jerome nodded, “Yeah, sure.” He said with a smile and peered towards the stairs and the bedroom. 

He was sure he could hear moans from there. He thought of Denise laying on the bed using a dildo to please herself-

“Here it is,” Raul said, pulling him out of the erotic vision. “My wife’s world-famous meatloaf.”

Jerome laughed. 

“That good?” 

Raul nodded. 

“It’s an old family recipe. Take a bite. She should have been a chef, but she loves helping people more than feeding them.”

Jerome took a bite. 

But something was wrong. 

The smell was wrong too. 

He took another bite. 

It was tasteless. 

He looked over at Raul, who seemed to be enjoying his food very much. Raul gave him a broad smile with his mouth full. 

Jerome tried to return the smile. He did feel the food go down his throat. But it wasn’t fulfilling. “I think I am not feeling well,” He said and took his cane, getting up from the table. 

“You must be still in shock from yesterday,” Raul left his seat and helped him up, “Or maybe it’s the medication?” 

“Either way, I think I want to lie down a while,” Jerome felt something pull him, something like a thirst. “Can you hand me another glass of water?” 

“Here.” Raul poured another glass. 

Jerome drank it in one gulp without feeling satiated.

Raul touched the man’s forehead, “I think you have a fever.” He pulled him over his shoulder and helped him up the stairs. 

When they reached the second floor, they heard Denise’s voice. 

“Oh, FUCK!” she moaned. 

Raul gave a nervous giggle. “I think you are not the only one feeling unwell tonight.” 

Jerome fell like a stone over the bed. His mind-twisting and clawing his shirt off. 

“I will get you a glass of water, then I will check on Denise and see if there is anything else we can do,” Raul rushed out of the door. 

In his delirium, Jerome could listen to his steps running through the hallway. But suddenly he stopped. 

He heard the door to the master bedroom squeak and open slowly. 

Three steps forward. 

Then the steps stopped. 

A vision assaulted his mind once again. He could see the two of them kissing just meters away from his door. 

Denise was wearing a white robe and a purple babydoll under it. Her hair was still dripping wet from the shower and she was breathing heavy, drops of sweat on her neck and chest. A vibrator fell from between her legs to the floor. 

She pushed her husband against the wall. Jerome heard them hit the wall. He opened his eyes and saw the two of them in front of him. 

Denise pulled Raul by his shirt, kissing him deeply. 

“Fuck me,” she whispered to her husband. 

Jerome could hear her voice in her ear. 

He groaned and tried to hold back his own desire. He was sweating. 

Denise took off Raul’s shirt. She didn’t care about unbuttoning it, she simply clawed it off him. 

Jerome pulled off his shirt. 

Raul pulled his wife close. “Shhh, let’s bring this to the room.” He said and pulled his wife out of the hallway and into the bedroom by the robe she was wearing.

Jerome heard the door slam shut behind them. 

But he could still hear them. Feel them. See them. His fever, and what he considered delusions, were growing stronger. 

Raul threw the bathrobe away and began kissing his wife by the neck. They walked entangled with each other, eyes closed. 

Denise’s hands pulled down Raul’s pants off him. With some difficulty, he kept walking and pushed his wife onto the bed. He threw away his pants and admired his wife’s body. 

She laid there, blushing, her eyes filled with lust, her breasts round and firm, raising and falling under the purple mesh cloth, her nipples hard. He wanted to eat them. She was wearing matching purple lace panties that barely contained her red-brown bush. 

An animalistic need took over him. He crawled on top of her, bit her neck, and elicited a moan from her. His teeth caressed her skin as he slid down lower until he reached her chest. He undid the small purple bow that held the lingerie over her body and took her right breast into his mouth. 

Denise hugged him close. His bite was painfully pleasant. She didn’t know pain could feel this good. 

Raul groped her other tit and scratched her skin with his nails. He growled. 

“My beast,” she called him tenderly, caressing the back of his head. 

He growled again and looked up at her, meeting her eyes. He smiled with his mouth full. 

It was then that Denise looked up beyond Raul and gasped in fear. 

Jerome met her eyes and stopped touching his erect cock on his bed.

She hugged her husband close and tried to cover her body with the sheets of the bed. 

“What’s wrong?” Raul looked back and saw the closed door. 

Denise looked at him and then at Jerome. 

“Nothing,” she hugged him and made him look into her eyes “I am just seeing things,” She kissed him on the lips, first tenderly, then passionately, “Why don’t you stand up,” She said breaking the kiss and looking down to his erect cock still trapped in his boxers, 

Raul nodded and stood in front of the bed. Denise crawled to the edge. He pulled the elastic slowly, watching as his cock sprang in front of her. She giggled and looked into his eyes. 

Raul blushed for a second. 

Denise kissed the tip and began to stroke his member, slowly at first, a sly and slutty smile on her lips. 

“What’s gotten into you?” Raul said in a ragged voice. 

Denise squeezed her shoulders, which only made her breasts seem larger and more beautiful. “I just want to please my husband,” she said, licking the underside of his dick. “Is it really that weird?” 

Raul shook his head, “No, it’s just… You are never so-”

Denise opened her mouth and took him whole down to his throat. 

“FUCK!-Proactive, Fuck, when did you learn to do that?” He moaned. 

His wife bobbed her head up and down; up and down sucking and licking as she did. 

“FUCK!” Raul groaned again. 

Finally, Denise pulled out his cock from between her lips and said, “I don’t know. I just woke up and felt like trying this. I am glad that it worked. Did you like it?”

Raul pulled his wife up from the shoulders and threw her up to his shoulder before dropping her back on the bed. 

“Like it?” He said, spreading her legs open, “I will show you how much I ‘liked’ it.” He slid down his fingers between her slit, opening her pussy and finding her clit. 

He kissed it. 

Denise giggled with pleasure. 

His fingers went inside her. He sucked on her clit. 

She clenched the sheets and threw her legs on top of him, pulling him closer. 

He licked her pussylips. 

She moaned in relief and bit her lips. 

Jerome saw her breasts heave. His cock in his hand. He was sure all of this was his imagination, but it felt so real. It smelled real. He could smell the musk of her sex, he could taste the saltiness of her sweat and the and bitterness of her pussy lips. 

“Fuck.” He groaned as he stroked his dick. 

Denise gasped, opening her eyes to meet her husband’s eyes with a smile filled with pleasure. 

She moaned louder as her husband worked with his tongue between her legs. She caressed his head and tussled his hair. 

Jerome felt her hands over his hair. He moaned and twisted, embracing her touch. 

Denise’s other hand went over her left breast. Groping herself, she began playing with her nipple; she imagined how she was giving a show to Jerome across the wall in his room.

Raul pushed his fingers deeper into her. 

She moaned loudly. 

“Fuck me,” she said, watching Jerome. 

Raul began fucking her with his fingers, faster, his hand pushing in and out of her cunt. 

“Faster,” She begged. 

Jerome stroked his cock faster. 

“Fuck,” she said, and pushed Raul’s face closer to her hip. He lapped and licked, focusing on her clit. 

“Fuck, come here and fuck me,” she said, looking at Jerome. 

Jerome stood up and kept stroking his cock. He walked to her. His leg didn’t even bother him. 

Then he stumbled against the wall. 

“Fuck.” He said, his voice echoing across the house. 

Raul lifted his head. His cock was twitching and needy, but he still wanted to see if everything was okay. 

“Every-” His head was pushed back between Denise’s legs. 

“Don’t stop,” she moaned and kept her eyes on Jerome, stroking his cock, leaning against an invisible wall. 

She moaned and grunted. 

“Fuck, come over here,” she said and pulled her husband by the hair, “Just. Fuck. Me. Already!” she ordered him, thrusting her hips. 

Raul didn’t need to be told twice. 

His cock parted her pussy and was welcomed by her warmness. He felt himself melting inside her.

“Denise,” He moaned and began thrusting. 

The young wife moaned. She scratched his back. 

Jerome felt the scratches grow behind him, her nails digging into his skin. 

“Deeper,” She begged. 

Jerome thrusted his hips, he felt his cock warm, wet. He clenched his teeth as he dreamed of fucking his host, the woman that was taking care of him and healing him. 

He stared into her eyes. 

Denise pushed her husband’s chest and groaned in frustration. 

“Fuck, let me.” She didn’t take him out of herself. In a swift movement, he was now laying on his back and now she was on top. 

Jerome fell back onto the bed. 

Denise took her husband’s hand and led it to her chest. 

Denise took Jerome’s hand and led it to her chest. 

They groped her. 

Denise moaned, throwing her head back. 

“Fuck me.” She cried. “Harder. Fuck me.”

Jerome thrust his hips. He could feel deep inside her. Grunting and groaning as he groped her firm breasts. He tried to lift himself to kiss her nipples, but she pushed him back. 

Her fingers caressed his chest. 

Raul fucked his wife harder and more frantically than ever. He felt a primal need to fill her, to fulfill her every desire. 

He tried to kiss her nipples, but she pushed him back. Her fingers caressed his chest. 

She pulled on their nipples and rode them both, feeling the two men deep inside her pussy, one cock and one shadow, one thrust after the other. 

She played with her clit as she shook her head.  

“Fuck me.” She pleaded. 

“Denise,” Raul whispered.

“Denise,” Jerome groaned. 

“Cum for me,” they ordered. 

Denise came. 

They came. 

Raul’s cum went deep inside her. Jerome’s cum splashed over her belly and all the way to her breast. 

Raul embraced his wife and kissed her neck and chest, worshipping her body. Between each kiss, he whispered her name like a prayer.

After her husband pulled out of her, Denise took a dollop of cum from her pussy and some from her breasts. Tasting the cum of both her men. 

It was the best thing she could ask for. 

In his room, Jerome gasped for air, exhausted. He could feel the cum on his hand, he could taste Denise on his lips and her sweat on his body. 

Her smell dissipated from the room, along with the euphoria of the orgasm. Leaving him alone in the dark as the ghosts of the couple vanished between the sounds of kisses.

He groaned in frustration and stared at his hand. “Fuck,” he cursed, covering his eyes with one arm and panting heavily. 

His cock throbbed and slowly settled down. 

He sighed and curled up. “What am I doing?”

His leg hurt. “I shouldn’t have stood up.” He groaned in pain and passed out into a dreamless night.