One half of a whole, or one third of a whole?

Whatever Lola wants, Lola gets...

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This is round 3 of the Romance Smackdown. This challenge brings us into the ménage category. Hope I did this round justice. It was very hard to keep it tasteful and not let my full imagination unleash on these pages. Eeep, what a scary thing, my unleashed imagination that is.......

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One Part of a whole or one third of a whole, you decide?

Once again Lola found herself in tears. What the hell was going on? They had been married for over a year now. Yet she felt him pulling away. Little by little and day after day, the gap that separated them; grew larger and larger. She was lost as to what could be done to save her marriage.

Once again she found herself calling the one person who has always been there for her. Ironically, he is also Alejandro's best friend. After blowing her nose in a tissue, Lola made the call. "I need you Carlos." was all she was able to say before the torrent of tears burst through her defenses once more.

"Mamacita, what did that fool do to you now? Pedaso de idiota. He will hear from me this time." Carlos cursed his friend on her behalf. Lola didn't even want to imagine what her life would be without the support of her friend.

"No, please don't say anything to him." She tried to compose herself So Carlos wouldn't make a bad thing worse. "Just come over. I need someone to hold me and tell me all is not lost." If there was one thing she was sure of in life. It was that Carlos would drop anything to come to her aid.

After hanging up with Carlos, Lola went and showered. She didn't want to look like the pathetic mess she saw in the mirror. "No wonder your husband doesn't want you. Look at your wardrobe Lola. There is not a single piece of sexy, in there." She frowned as she realized she had stored all her miniskirts and stilettos. Why on earth had she done that?

She frowned when she realized she had married Alejandro Cordero. Mr. Prime and proper. He wanted to see her in slacks and suites. She was a couple inches taller than him, so heels were his enemy. God forbid he not look like the viral man he was. Yet she missed the sexiness she felt when teetering on her stilettos. Carlos had always said she looked fierce when she wore them.

If her memory wasn't clouded, she would swear she remembered Alejandro would say he loved seeing her wear nothing but her heels. What was going on in his head? She sat at the foot of her bed and closed her eyes. She was sure he still loved her. There was no way he could fake all the feelings he evoked in her when they made love, or even when they just fucked. He had a way of making her feel like a woman in a primal, savage way.

He was just lacking one thing to make him perfect; sensitivity. She longed for cuddling in the aftermath of their torrential lovemaking. He wasn't cold, far from it. She just craved more. Yet lately he has been taking more trips with the boys and coming back agitated. Her thoughts were stopped when she heard the doorbell.

She ran to the door and practically climbed into the arms of the man standing in her doorway. Carlos seemed to always ground her and make her feel cherished. He nourishes the needy side she had. Funny, but she had never felt needy like this; until recently. Not until the problems between Alejandro and her started.

It was after that first fight and after he walked out that Carlos showed up unexpectedly. He was the lifesaver that dragged her to safety. When she felt as if she were drowning in sorrow. He lifted her off her feet and walked to the couch still holding her in his arms. "Querida, it pains me to see you hurting so. What did the pendejo do this time?"