Anon asked: hey, have you ever written a story like ruben having an affair with his teammate's girlfriend?No, but here is a try!

Enjoy!

Arriving at Bernardo's there was the usual chaos.

"Ruben, you're here! And you smell good." Ines was at the door, letting him in.

"What's that, Valentino?"

"No. Hugo Boss."

She gave him a hug and a swift kiss on his cheek. Ruben turned his head slightly, Ines lips caressed the corner of his mouth. Pulling back, she giggled, gesturing for Ruben to enter her and Bernardo's lovely home. Toys roamed the floor, scattered here and there all over the house. Since the birth of their baby the chaos in is his friend's home increased by a thousand, still, Ines managed to look flawless as a mother. Her post pregnancy glow added curves to her previously petite figure. Ruben had to restrain himself as he watched her withdraw to the kitchen where she moved around the kitchen island, practically offering Ruben to take her from behind.

"Hi man, nice to see you."

With a shake of his head Ruben let the dirty thought's of Ines slip to the back of hus mind, where they rightfully belonged. Bernardo entered the living room, greating Ruben with half a hug as he carried the sleeping baby in his other arm.

"You didn't eat did you?" He asked, a frightened look on his face.

"No." Ruben said. His friend sighed in relief. "Great, dinner is almost ready. It will just be the two of us. Ines is having dinner with her friends."

Great, she's leaving, Ruben thought bitterly. He dressed up for nothing. The perfume he chose was one of Ines favorite scents on him. She often complemented him on it, although she'd usually forget having done so.

"Baby, come taste this stew!" Ines called form the kitchen. Ruben almost got up from where he sat on their sofa, Bernardo however, sat him back down.

"Coming honey!" He held the baby out to Ruben. "Can you take her?"

"Um..."

There was a baby in his lap before he could protest. He wasn't much for children but this one partly belonged to the love of his life. Perhaps if she saw how good he was with her, Ines would realized that she had married a fool. Just then Bernardo came rushing back into the living room, a ladle with stew in his hand. "Quick taste it." He said, ready to feed Ruben.

He frowned. "I'm not gonna..."

"Please Ruben. She won't leave unless the food is perfect." There was an obvious urgency in the way he offered Ruben the spoon. Ruben rolled his eyes, but opened his mouth to have a taste.

"Well?" Ines voice was heard from the kitchen.

"He loves it!" Bernardo said, despite Ruben not having a chance to utter his opinion. Either way, Bernardo insisted that Ines leave the pots and head upstairs to get dressed. Otherwise she'd be late to her friends birthday dinner. A few minutes later she returned downstairs completely transformed. Her hair, previously curled up in a messy bun, was now straightened and shining flawlessly. And the red dress she wore did not spare any of her newfound curves. Ruben had to diverged his eyes from the cleavage that cut deep between her breasts, to her face, pampered with make up.

"How do I look?" She asked, appearing in the doorway to the living room.

"Amazing!"

Bernardo paused the fifa game playing, tossing the remote aside to get up and circle his wife like a curious pup unable to control himself. Ruben however sat back on the sofa, the sleeping baby still in his arms. Handing her over to Ruben had all been a part of Bernardo's plan to play fifa all night whilst Ruben babysat his child.

"Bernardo, why would you do such a thing!"

"What?"

"Ines rushed towards Ruben. He perked up. However, she only came over to unhand him the baby.

"I'm sorry Ruben. My husband can be such a fool sometimes."

I agree, Ruben thought.

"You two have fun tonight. I'm putting the baby in her room. The monitor is in the kitchen Bernardo."

"Alright honey, have fun tonight!"

With that, Ines left. After putting the baby asleep in her room, her friend came around to pick her up. Bernardo seemed happy to finally have some time to himself. Ruben, however grew more and more envious of his friend. He had to control himself though. He was just bidding his time. Ruben had to remind himself that the opportunity would come to him, all he had to do was wait.

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It was round midnight when a cry from the monitor drew his attention away from the TV. Bernardo lay asleep on the couch and so Ruben took it upon himself to head upstairs. He found the baby crying in her crib. Ruben wasn't quite sure what to do so he picked her up and started rocking her in his arms. It seemed to calm her down, however, Ruben wasn't pleased to have sacrifice a nice shirt. He could feel the baby's drool run down the back of his shoulder.

"Oh Ruben, I'm so sorry."

Ruben jumped as he hadn't noticed Ines eneter the room. She must have returned from the birthday dinner. She was still wearing her dress.

"I'm sorry you had to come up here and..."

"It's okay. I'm glad to help." He handed the baby over to her mother.

"She's probably hungry. I told Bernardo that I left a bottle in the fridge."

Ruben opened his mouth to joke about her lazy husband, however, his tongue tied seeing Ines take a seat on the chair beside the baby's crib. She sat the baby in her lap and reached down the front of her dress. Instant heat rose to his face as Ines freed a nipple, rosepeddle pink, letting the baby latch on to it. He stood there frozen. A creep, lurking in the corner.

"He can be a bit forgetful at times."

"Huh?" Ruben had yet closed his mouth, practically drooling all over himself. Ines sat with the night light illuminated her face. She had soft features, stunning to Ruben.

"Bernardo." She chuckled. "I know he tries, but sometimes I wish he could help out more."

"You deserve someone like that." Ruben said, having collected himself. He stired his leg, calming his growing erection.

"Someone like what?"

"Someone to care for you." Ruben's voice was low and seductive. Ines raised her head, meeting his eyes. Hers widened, perhaps seeing how carefully he was watching her. "I mean he does care." She said, a cough in her throat. "Besides, it's not me who needs to be cared for, but the baby." She tucked away her breast as the baby had fallen asleep latching on to it. Ruben tilted his head, curious as to what made her so nervous. Could she sense it, the tension between them. He had suspected an obvious attraction from the moment he met her. Which was before Bernardo by the way. Ruben had been the one to introduce the two. Ines just happened to have a thing for fools.

"I don't see why someone shouldn't care for you either." Ruben stepped forward. Ines had to tilt her head where she sat. He stretched out his arms, offering to carry the baby back to it's crib. She let him. Ruben took it as a sign that this was it, this was his moment. Behind him Ines got up, but not to leave the room. She stood beside the lamp that made her dress paint the walls red.

"I suppose everyone needs someone to care for them, even you."

Ruben paused, turning around. He was startled by her sympathetic gaze, almost as if she was pitying him.

"I'm sure you'll find somone someday. Someone to care for for you like Bernard..."

"I've already found someone." Ruben said, interrupting her.

"Oh."

Ruben picked up a fallen toy. He was glad to see Ines with her curious eyes still on him. She was eager to know.

"She's unavailable though." He said, putting the toy back on it's shelf.

"I see."

"She belongs to someone else, but I know I could give her a better life."

"How do you know that she wants this better life that you offer?"

Ruben shrugged. "Maybe she does, maybe she doesn't. However, I'm convinced that she does want better sex."

"Ruben?" Ines frowned.

He chuckled. "I'm joking."

"Well it wasn't funny." Her gaze diverged past Ruben, to the crib, where the baby was sleeping. Ruben stepped forward as to block her view. To this Ines responded by letting out an intrigued gasp. "Ruben."

He loved it, his name escaping her mouth. A low whipser.

"Yes?"

Ruben stood close, too close.

"We can't." She said, perhaps sensing his many urges.

"Can't what?" He smiled. He had her backed up into a corner, nowhere to escape. He practically stood with his knee tucked between her legs. She wanted him too, he could feel it.

"Bernardo...he's your...." She said, however not convincing enough for Ruben to put and end to the very anticipated seduction of his friends wife.

"Does he make you happy?"

"Yes." She cried.

"But does he fuck you the way I could?"

"No...I mean yes."

Ruben smiled, she had a hard time lying to him. He tilted his head, letting their foreheads come together. Ines squinted her eyes shut as Ruben's hand traveled further up her thigh, his knee still putting pressure between her legs.

She put her palms to his chest. "Please Ruben, this isn't you. Bernardo...he tells me...."

"Tells you what?" The tip of Ruben's fingers braced the heat of her folds. If she would just give into him.

"He tells me you're struggling...with training. That the coach is giving you a hard time for it."

"He's lying." Ruben grunted.

"Please Ruben..."

He was so close, she was so close, if she just let him....

A thud behind them interrupted.

"Bernardo?" Ines gasped, a hand to her mouth.

Ruben turned around. His friend stood in the doorway, awake from his sleep. In his hand he held the baby monitor. "What's going on?"

"Bernardo I can explain." Ines said, tears already streaming down her face.

"W...what's going on?" Bernardo reapeted, more base in his voice. He clearly wanted an answer from Ruben, who stood rolling his eyes, quite taken back by the anticlimax of his attempted seduction.

"Ruben, you fucking tell me what's going on!" Bernardo was furious, slamming the baby monitor to the ground, shattering it into pieces. Ines rushed to the crib as the baby begun to cry. Compared to Bernardo Ruben stood quite emotionless. He watched his friends gaze boil with rage. He did not look Ruben in the eye, but somwhere below them. His eyes were narrowed at whatever was growing beneath Ruben's belt. There could be no other explanation for Ruben's clear excitement, pointing in the direction of his wife.