Raúl discovers his wife being intimately seduced by her manager during a provocative yoga class, awakening jealousy and desire in him. The scene holds a complex mixture of pleasures and hidden games between them.
Raúl is in his studio, surrounded by papers filled with lyrics and rhythms that still don't quite fit together. The rapper, known in the neighborhood for his talent and deep voice, is immersed in the creation of his next album. His mind, however, is not completely focused on the music. A slight whisper of curiosity distracts him, a murmur coming from the adjoining room. Cautiously, he approaches the slightly ajar door, and from there, he observes the scene unfolding before his eyes.
In the room, his wife, a dazzling blonde with a past as a police officer, is sitting on the sofa. Her body, toned and slender, wears a tight-fitting sports outfit that highlights her curves. Beside her, the manager, a charismatic man with a seductive smile, has sat too close, suggestively brushing against her body. His hands, long and agile, slide over her waist, finally resting on her butt, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
—Would you like me to teach you some yoga poses? —the manager proposes in a soft voice, his warm breath brushing her ear.
Raúl's wife, with her eyes closed, slowly nods. Her expression is one of relaxation, but Raúl, from his hiding spot, notices the tension in her muscles, the way her body shivers at the contact. The manager begins to guide her through slow and provocative stretches, his hands moving with an intention that goes beyond simple instruction. Every touch, every brush, is an invitation, a promise of something more.
Raúl feels his heart pounding forcefully, a mix of curiosity and excitement that consumes him. His hands move to his crotch, adjusting his pants as he watches the manager take advantage of the situation. The yoga lessons are just an excuse, a facade to touch her, to feel the softness of her skin under his fingers. The rapper bites his lip, imagining what it would be like to be in the other man's place, what it would be like to be the one touching her that way.
The manager, with calculated movements, guides her toward the bed. He sits on her butt, his body pressing against hers, feeling the warmth emanating from her skin. She moans softly, her eyes still closed, giving herself over to the pleasure his contact provokes. He whispers dirty words in her ear, talking about how much he likes her ass, about what he wants to do to her.
—You are so perfect —he murmurs, his voice husky and full of desire—. I want to feel you, I want you to be mine.
Raúl, hidden in the shadows, slowly masturbates, his hand moving to the rhythm of the scene unfolding before his eyes. He imagines how the manager tastes his wife's body, how he penetrates her with his hard member and makes her groan with pleasure. The image excites him, turns him on in a way he cannot explain. He imagines himself in the other man's place, feeling the tightness of her vagina, hearing her groans of pleasure.
The manager, with expert hands, gives her rubs *(arrimones)*, enjoying the woman's good ass. He rubs his erect member against her vagina and butt, feeling the wetness of her sex. He loves the rubbing, the perversity of the situation, and she, with her eyes closed, lets herself be carried away by the pleasure. Her hips move to the rhythm of his caresses, her body responding to every touch, every whisper.
—I love how you feel —he says, his voice full of lust—. You are so hot, so wet.
Raúl watches as his wife gives herself to the manager, how she moans and writhes with pleasure. His hand moves more forcefully, his breathing accelerates as he imagines what it would be like to be there, what it would be like to be the one making her feel that way. The excitement consumes him, enveloping him in a cloud of desire and perversion.
After the intense encounter, the manager pulls away slightly, discreetly hugging Raúl's wife, as if nothing had happened. He suggests doing a little yoga to relax, and she accepts, still dazed by the pleasure she just experienced. Together, they do some poses, but the manager can't help but brush against her body, feel her skin, and give her discreet rubs *(arrimones)*.
Raúl, pretending not to notice anything, watches everything attentively. His heart pounds forcefully, a mix of jealousy and excitement that overwhelms him. He sees how the manager takes advantage of the situation, how he touches his wife suggestively, and he feels a strange combination of emotions. On one hand, he wants to intervene, he wants to be the one touching her, the one making her feel that way. On the other, the idea of seeing her with another man, of knowing she is enjoying her body, excites him in a way he cannot ignore.
Finally, the manager says goodbye and leaves, leaving Raúl's wife lying on the bed, with a mischievous smile on her lips. She looks at him with bright eyes, her body still trembling from the pleasure she just experienced. Raúl approaches, his presence filling the space the other man just left.
—Did you like the show, darling? —she asks, her voice loaded with insinuation.
Raúl smiles enigmatically, sitting beside her. His hand rests on her waist, his touch soft but firm.
—It's not over yet —he whispers in her ear, his warm breath brushing her skin.
Raúl's wife looks at him with complicity, her eyes shining with a mixture of desire and curiosity. She knows her husband has been watching, that he has witnessed everything that happened. And at that moment, she understands that their game has just begun.
The final image is of Raúl and his wife, looking at each other with an intensity that promises much more. Their bodies are close, their breaths short, and in the air there is a sexual tension that is palpable. The manager walks away, unaware that his presence has lit a flame that will not be easily extinguished. In the room, only the promise of what is to come remains, a game of seduction and desire that is just beginning.