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My Latin Wife... A Fantasy Born Ch. 01-08

By: newbie2008



(Chapters 1-8 of 23)

Chapter I: Needing to Break Free

Not to sound condescending to my Latin heritage or any Latin heritage, but many Colombians and Brazilians do not look Latin in decent, having lots European influx to the continent over the centuries. I felt compelled to mention that because I am Colombian and my wife is Brazilian, and we don't, as most people think Latins do, look Mexican. In fact, we usually find ourselves hearing, "Bullshit, you're from where?" Especially when they see my wife's deep blue eyes.

Again, Please do not mistake my intention in that explanation. I know it sounds as though I am knocking Mexican people and I swear I am not. I don't at all want to sound negative to any ethnicity, it's just that my wife and I both sometimes get very bazaar looks when we tell people we were born and raised in South America. My Grandfather was from Austria, and Maria's mother was from Denmark originally, then moving to Brazil to Marry her father, who himself was half European in decent.

My wife being from Brazil could walk the streets of New York, and you'd swear she was just an amazing looking, although with a beautiful bronzed complexion, a hot woman from Iowa. I do sometimes tease her for her incredible Brazilian body though. My wife was graced with the prettiest smile, complexion, legs, and ass, incredible hazel eyes, God ever bestowed upon a woman. It must be said, many Brazilian women, even with a small amount of Brazilian heritage, are breath taking, of that, there is no doubt. 

Growing up in Latin "South" America usually makes one truly appreciate the United States, indeed my wife and I are two of them. And, no, we didn't swim the Rio-Grand or hire a human smuggler. My wife and I did it the hard way, and funny how, "legally," truly is the hard way. It took a long time to get here legally, but it was worth every minute. We love this country dearly. Truth be told, we probably love this country more than any hundred people born here combined because we had to fight so hard to get here. 

Typically from the time you can speak in most South American countries, you yearn for something better, that is, if your parents yearn for the same thing. My sister and I were lucky enough to have said parents. They only wanted to see us have it better then they did.

Neither of my loving parents were very educated, but insisted that their children get the best Columbia had to offer, or that they could afford, which wasn't the best by most standards. But, it was an education. To this day I tell people I graduated from Columbia University with a Masters in Hospitality Management, and they all naturally assume I mean "The other Columbia University. The U.S. Columbia University."

My sister and I both graduated with Masters Degrees in Business Management, in which our focus was hospitality management. My sister later moved from Columbia to Brazil, to help manage a very well know resort property in Rio. Me? I didn't have the same luck.

However, I did have a friend who graduated a year ahead of me, one who landed a great job in Mexico helping run an amazing resort property there. I was constantly in contact with him before graduation, asking if he had anything open that I could start in, entry level was fine with me, anything. Just getting out of Columbia was not only a parents dream, It was mine as well. Every day, I looked at my tired fathers face when he got home from work, and knew I had to justify their hard work and love by making something of myself.

For months I kept after my friend, asking him for anything, as my other prospects dried up shortly after applying. Not wanting to tag along with my sister and take a shift supervisor job at the establishment working under her, I decided to go north. Yes, I could have went to work for my sister, but think about it. How amazing would that be? Big sister bossed me around all my life growing up.

Moving to Mexico to live with my best friend seemed like more than a job hunt, it was my liberation. Just taking off on the aircraft made me feel as though I had escaped from nothingness. It also was the proudest day of my parents lives seeing their last child fly off to something better. 

Little did they know, I wasn't flying off like my sister did, to a great position. It was the first time in my life I had actually lied to my parents. They thought I had a management position lined up with my friend, but I didn't. However, my confidence level was escalated to the point that I just knew it was okay. Much can be said for seriously high levels of enthusiasm and optimism.

My friend "Miggs" as I called him, had a great fast track position, but I learned quickly that friend or not, if there was no positions at his employer, there was no position. My enthusiasm continued though, not dwelling on what I couldn't have, but what I could, what I brought to the table, my hopes, my dreams, and an education.

Immediately upon arrival, I applied to so very many properties up and down the coast, sometimes unknowingly applying to properties owned by the same group, all without so much as a call. I had sold everything I owned to get to Mexico and my worst fear was that I wouldn't have enough to support myself during my search. 

My friend told me not to worry, but I did. I didn't want to have such a good friend support me, or basically feed me when I ran out of funds. It was almost like swimming off the beach into the ocean. You must save enough strength to swim back, or you'll die. When I started this trip, I swam so hard from the beach, but would have rather died than swim back to shore, to Columbia.

After an evening of trying to cheer me up, drinking, and listening to his girlfriend yammer her ass off all night, she finally said something that actually caught my attention. She began saying "He should try the %%%%% property (cannot name for obvious reasons), I know they have an Operations Management position that's open. Marcella's husband got fired from there last month because they thought he was allowing the bar staff to sell drugs."

Given the source? I instantly envisioned a flop house with fans in the windows, two locals asleep on a wooden front porch, dogs in the lobby, and a guy swatting flies at the front desk, the worst possible establishment. My buddies girlfriend and her acquaintances were not the most desirable people. My friend even admitted it on occasion, but hey, she was indeed hot. 

In fact, my friend was only attracted to her because she was the spitting image of a famous, nice assed, Latin American singer / actress known as Jalo. God love him, she was only attracted to anyone with a good job, a nice car, and living in a nice apartment. My Buddy worked hard to have all those things. Good for them, I mean him, as she was always looking for a bigger better deal.

Either way, I had nothing, and wasn't about to live off his hospitality indefinitely. The very next morning, at 4:50 AM, I woke tossing and turning, thinking "There's no way I'll be able to go back to sleep. So Just get your ass up, and walk to that Resort. Get a fucking job, and support yourself."

Up I sprung. It was now a mission. I declared that any job was a job at this point. I was showered, dressed, and ready at 5:10 AM as I walked to the front porch of Miggs apartment. The smell of the foggy, salty, morning ocean air gave me new hope. I then began my walk thinking a myriad of things, mostly how my family was doing and how much I missed them.

Chapter II: My Rude Awakening

At around 6:00 AM, I finally arrived at this palatial property. My visions of a flop house were quickly shattered by the fact that it was even nicer that my buddies place of employment. I didn't even try this place because it was owned by a sister company that I had already applied to when I first arrived, figuring they had my application on file, and well, if they wanted me, they'd call me.

Upon arrival, I knew I was entirely too early to apply, there was no way the management staff or human resources department would be in at 6:00 AM. I was so very quiet as I walked into the pool area, slowly closing the metal gate behind me. The smell of chlorine, suntan lotion, and wisps of ocean air gave me even more butterflies in my stomach, as I imagined getting a job, any job.

For almost an hour I sat on the end of a lounge chair and looked out at the ocean by the pool deck, wondering how my parents were doing, how my sister was, when abruptly, someone shouted in Spanish "Are you a guest?"

It must have been comical how instantly and panicked I jumped. After gaining a semblance of composure, I quickly turned and replied in Spanish "No, I am just here to apply for a job."

Now let me tell you, I got a quick education, A.K.A rude awakening, on how scarce jobs were in this city. As it turned out, he was the Maintenance Supervisor for the entire property, and deeply hated those he thought were beneath him, you know? The jobless types? Like me?

Although I certainly didn't look the drifter part, wearing nice cloths, I could tell he had marked me as a lower than life pile of dirt. His expression as he glared at me in disgust, said volumes. I figured he must have had a family member who got refused for employment at this establishment, or a similar bad experience, so he decided to take it out on me.

With my courteous reply and demeanor, explaining my employment desires, you'd figure I'd get a similar retort, but let me tell you. He angrily shouted back in Spanish "Then get the fuck off this property. You don't belong here." But, before he turned and walked away he murmured in piss poor English, thinking I was only Spanish speaking, "More fucking street trash in cheap cloths." 

As much as I wanted this job? I instantly let my emotions get the best of me. I figured at that very moment he insulted me, my parents, my sister, and any other educated, desperate, South American trying to make their honest way in the world. To be blunt? Once words formulated in my now insanely angry brain, I said in my mind "Fuck the job." I was seeing red only.

Thank God my parents raised my sister and I on the wonderful English language, almost as our primary language, because I was about to use it like a battle tank, and with very little accent. I wanted him to know it was him that was beneath someone. God knows how many good people he had emotionally destroyed who tried to apply for a job at this gorgeous place.

Still seeing red, I shouted back in English "You! Yes, You, you ignorant fuck! Don't you walk away from me. I am here for the Operations Management position posted by this establishment. I am not street trash as you so UN-educability put it in your attempt at the English language. I have a Bachelors Degrees in Business Management and a Masters Degree in Business Administration and Hospitality Management, and am In every way, utterly, over qualified for this position. You Sir, better hope that I am NOT! Gainfully employed by this institution, as you will promptly find your pathetic ass on the street, and one of those poor unfortunate souls you described as what? Street Trash? Do you understand me? And don't ever try to reply in English because you can barely speak the beautiful language with your fucking pathetic Mexican accent, and your twenty word vocabulary."

Now, I am here to tell you, my left finally brain kicked back in after the last word left my mouth thinking "Dam you don't want to spend even a second in a Mexican jail, but with a single call? You're likely to." 

Just as I was about to simply walk away, and back to my buddies apartment, he looked as if he had seen the Mother Mary as I walked past him. He then replied in stuttered Spanish "Sa, Sir please, please, I apologize. Please, forgive me. Please forgive me. I was not aware who you were, why you were here. I do apologize. Please allow me to take you to the... to the hiring managers office. Please allow me to do this for you. They will not be here for a while, but I can have someone bring you coffee, while you wait."

I realize this sounds completely bipolar, but my anger faded instantly. I began to feel profoundly sorry for him. The only thing I replied was, "Just please take to me their office. Thank you, but I will wait for the Manager, no need for coffee. I apologize for my outburst." The entire situation had him a shaking, nervous wreck. Little did he know, I had become shook by the entire event as well. 

He finally took me the long way around, continually apologizing the entire way as we walked to the management office. Upon arriving, he had already used a walkie-talkie twice to get me coffee and muffins brought to the waiting area.

I had never felt so guilty about putting someone in their place in my life, because in the end? It was just an over inflated bluff. He could have maintained his position and kicked me off the property, or worse, had me arrested. But that aside, he really seemed like a pathetic, angry, regretful, wasted life type man, one who wanted to take his frustration out on anyone weaker, or defenseless. I could only imagine what those working under him had to go through on a daily basis. 

My bluff? First, no one was expecting me what so ever, especially a Human Resources official. Second? I was as likely to be offered a pool man job under this guy, as I was an Operations management position. More likely though? I would probably be offered a stern "Get the fuck off this property you dirt bag," with that guy laughing his ass off.

Chapter III: Meeting My Future Wife

He eventually left me as he apologized once again for an additional few seconds, and there I sat, wondering how on earth I'd now bluff the hiring manager / director into even listening to me. At around 7:30 AM, I began going over my transcripts and resume once more when suddenly I began to hear the unmistakable sound of a woman's heels walking and echoing down the corridor about twenty feet down and to the right. The marble halls and floor made it sound like an echo chamber.

Upon hearing it, I nervously trained my eyes towards the corner of the hallway. I began to imagine a mid fifties, pissed off at the world, man hater, type woman, possibly even that guys wife. But, allow me to tell you, she was not at all. As she rounded the corner I was utterly floored. She was astonishingly beautiful in every measure. She was breathtaking head to toe.

As she walked, I instantly took in her beautifully shiny, smooth, and bronzed legs, her unbelievable shape, her small waist, her curved hips, and her amazing breasts. Her amazing perky breasts squeezed inside her bra underneath an almost see through white lacy top in such a way, I was in utter awe. Not that I have a foot fetish at all, but even her feet and toes were beautiful. Now, there are many beautiful women in Columbia, but she topped any list I had ever seen. In fact, there would have to be an entirely new list for a woman of her beauty.

Just as I was about to open my mouth, frozen with fear and awe, fumbling with my resume, about to drop my transcripts, she asked in Spanish "Are you here to see Mrs. Santos?"

I quickly replied stuttering, "Yes, Mrs. Santos. Yes indeed, I am here to see, Mrs. Santos, that's the one, Santos."

Apparently, I was there to see who ever Mrs. Santos was, but utterly did not have an appointment. Which, yes, was her second question to me. I think she already before asking, because my train wreck nervous demeanor, that I didn't have an appointment, and had no clue who Mrs. Santos was.

In my panic I replied "Actually, Well, regarding Mrs. Santos? I. Well, she... You know...! I was only referred by a friend who is the Operations Manager at %%%% property. He said that there was, possibly, an Operations Managers position here, and that I need to be here first thing this morning?"

She sweetly giggled over my nervousness and said "Okay. I'm glad we got that out of the way. Yes, indeed, there is an opening. I must warn you though, and possibly save you some time, Mrs. Santos? She requires at least four years of university level management education in business related studies. The other applicants up to this point have had experience, but not the educational requirement. She's very adamant about that. I know, I'm her Admin Assistant. She keeps barking at me to go to college."

To my incredible relief, that seemed the one thing I did have, even more than asked for. She then offered me to come into the inner office waiting area with her. I quickly and graciously agreed. As she helped me grab the coffee decanter, cups, and muffins the maintenance supervisor had delivered, we began small talking a bit. We began finding out about one other, where I was from, where she was from, how we got to where we were, etc. She seemed quite impressed with my education, but seemed more impressed with my bravery, for just striking out to Mexico with nothing lined up.

For a few minutes, I forgot why I was even there. I was awe struck with her in every way. Everyone knows that feeling when someone is interested in you? The one where you both are very much into the conversation? The looks? The overall feeling of the moment? I had that, and I could tell she did too. 

I am not Don Juan by any means, but I have always been told that I am a very handsome Colombian man. But, on the same token, I'm sure everyone at one time or another has had that feeling of, "God, She's too good for me." I very powerfully had it. I was amazed she didn't have a wedding ring on. I was equally amazed that she would still in Mexico. Any! And I do mean any! Rich, single American or Canadian man, in his right mind, would have tried his best, to scoop her up and take her out of here.

Just as we were engrossed into one another, the door slowly opened, and a short, mid-fifties woman came in with an angry look carrying folders. Yes... My original vision eerily came to life.

She instantly put her hand out saying "I'm Mrs. Santos. You are?"

Instantly, I realized she had no idea who I was. For all she knew I was already with Corporate and was there to check up on her. I quickly, and humbly replied in English, to let her know I was bi-lingual, "Good morning Mrs. Santos, I am Miguel. I am here to inquire about the Operations managers position that I heard was still open at this beautiful establishment."

Instantly, her mood changed to boss lady. However, she reluctantly offered me an on the spot interview at the bequest of Maria, her assistant. After at least an hour into the interview, realizing I met twice her educational requirements, and that I wasn't a con artist drifter, her mood immediately changed for the positive. I also realized that I had a great benefit. At least three times she said I reminded her of her son. That was music to my ears. Most of the interview was, her asking me about my life, my family, my sister, and such. She somehow saw my adventure as something admirable, and realized I came from a proud family who insisted their children make it in life.

Upon finding out what my sister and I went through to get through college, the sacrifices my parents had made, where my sister now worked, my education level, and my risk in striking out for Mexico without a job? At the end of the interview, she picked up the phone, looked straight at me expressionless and said, "I need to have maintenance come down to my office with a digital camera. We have finally filled the Ops Manager Position and need to get a photo ID made." Elation doesn't even do my emotion justice at the moment. 

I rose in my chair and stuck my hand out to shake hers, but something inside me made me want to walk around her desk and hug her. As I did, she held onto me for a few seconds more than I was prepared for. Where ever her beloved son was? I knew she missed him severely, and that she was, seemingly, giving him a surrogate hug through me. I can't swear to it, but it almost appeared that her eyes became teary. She took a motherly role with me almost immediately.


My Latin Wife... A Fantasy Born Ch. 01-08



Just before I walked back to my chair, she squeezed my hand and said "Bravo Manny. That was the best interview I think I have ever sat through. Now you listen to me, and I mean you listen good. You don't have the job officially unless you do this one thing for me. When we are done? I want you to call your mother. You call her, and you tell her the truth. You came here without a job, but now you have a very respectable position at a five star resort, and I mean you will call her, in my office. I want to make sure of that. Your visa is correct and current, you meet our requirements, so welcome aboard. You will start on the 5th, six days from today."

In my elation I exclaimed, "Mrs. Santos, you have given me the greatest gift. You have given my parents the greatest gift. I will make you so very proud of me. I swear to you, I will. You will never regret this decision, ever! If you will allow me? I will call my mother from your office on the 5th."

She then smiled, turned her chair away from me, and began putting the files she walked in with in their place, saying "Welcome Manny, and yes Sir, you will call your mother from here on the 5th. Make no mistake... I want to speak to her as well. Maria will get your application finalization going. Maria! Let him take the online required courses today on your computer, and order his computer and badge, level three management profile. It will save time."

After several hours of paperwork, watching company videos and such, Maria then took me on a golf cart around the property. She introduced me to all the department managers and supervisors who would soon work for me. And, yes, my early morning maintenance supervisor buddy? The one who gave me such a hard time? He was one of them. But, I had already forgiven him. He turned out to be a very nice guy in his own way, one who just had a Napoleon complex. But I had to give it to him, he was consistent. He didn't discriminate... He hated everyone. I even jokingly handed him a muffin saying in English, "Welcome to my team. I will expect much of you, Sir."

Later that evening upon arriving back at Miggs place, I just walked around back, not wanting to even speak to anyone until it completely set in with me. I had just experienced the luckiest break of my life, and wasn't through dwelling on it, dreaming as it were. It didn't seem real. I slowly sat down on a sandy weathered wooden step leading from his deck and onto the beach, watching the sun dip onto the ocean, meditating on my good fortune. Now, don't get me wrong. I couldn't wait to tell them and the world, but hadn't even wrapped my own mind around it yet. I had... Peace. Peace, for the first time in a very long. I was just savoring it before announcing it.

I was only out here for a few minutes before Miggs nightmare girlfriend burst out the back sliding doors saying, "Hey, where have you been? Just so you know? There's a place across town that's hiring. It's a liquor store and there are rooms for rent above it. At least you won't feel like you are eating all our food. I heard you say once you were concerned about imposing." 

Instantly I thought "Our food?" As if she bought any of the food in Miggs pantry? I so badly wanted to tell her to stop leaching my best friend dry, but I kept quite, for his sake. But only briefly. 

She was the pinnacle of soulless bitches, a professional user. And, my best friend Miggs? He was the answer to her dreams. I knew the only reason she was saying these things was because, I was the only thing standing between her, and moving in. Moving in and utterly leaching Miggs to the fullest, leaching him dry. She had made a living off her ass, and her remarks hit a spot with me. A spot that genuinely cared for my good natured friend.

I then took in a slow deep breath of ocean air and calmly replied, "Listen. You do have a nice ass, and Miggs likes you for it. Hell, I like it too. It's not your personality he hooked on, so give up on that. Oh, and thanks for the earlier job tip from last night? I got the Operations Managers Position today. The one your drug dealer buddy lost at the finest resort in all of Mexico. So, now that I will be making more in a month than you make in a year? How about you fucking relax about the food in there. I've know that very good hearted man in there a lot longer than you have, and unlike you? I will more than pay him back for his kindness."

She then stormed off speechless. Miggs came out a bit later with a bottle of Don Julio, and we drank almost an entire fifth together. I apologized for putting his girlfriend in her place, but Miggs simply replied, "Hey, did you tell her anything that wasn't true?"

I then put my arm around him and said, "No. I thought in my heart it was all true. Especially the part about you being a good-hearted man, and being kind to me."

He then chuckled replying, "Then stop worrying. And listen, I'm proud of you. You now have an excellent job. And yes, you will pay me back for my food. You'll give me a night on that world class buffet where you'll be working. It's better than the buffet where I work." We hugged and drank all night, waking up on the sand. Even with a hangover, the next morning, I was elated beyond measure.

From that day on, my life rapidly became the dream I had always wanted it to be, a nice job, a woman I was so very interested in, and something my parents would be proud of. Two months later, I got my own, very nice apartment a quarter mile down from Miggs on the beach. 

Seeing Maria every day, all day, I began walking her home in the evenings. After many a walk home, I eventually asked her out on a real date. Up to this point, she and I had only ever stopped at a food stand and chitchatted. She shot me down the first time I asked, explaining that it would be award working at the same place, but my persistence eventually paid off. It was the first of many real dates. Our relationship began to blossom in a big way. I enjoyed being with her more than anything else, even if it was for only a few seconds passing in the hallway at work.

After a couple months, everyone at the property began to know we were a couple. On one very pleasant Spring morning, five months after hiring on, I finally walked into Mrs. Santos office, got on one knee, and proposed to Maria as she sat at her desk. I'm not sure who was more excited, Maria or Mrs. Santos. They both jumped around and screamed to the top of their lungs. I didn't even get a yes, until after they carried on for five minutes or more, getting it out of their systems.

Just getting started and not having much saved up, Mrs. Santos arranged for a beautiful wedding on the property, courtesy of Corporate. After several months in the apartment, we eventually had saved enough to get a beautiful beach bungalow, two bedroom one and a half bath. It was a fixer-upper, but it would be ours, and it was georgeous.

After several amazing months of marriage, and with Maria's new promotion at work, being promoted to property entertainment manager, I began to notice Maria's mood sharply change. Almost everyday, after her new promotion, she seemed to have something on her mind, something she was very reluctant to talk about.

Finally, on one of our days off, I stopped building onto our back deck, sat her down in the living room, and stated, "Listen, Maria. I'm your husband. I'm the person you tell things to if something is bothering you. I love you."

Now normally she's all smiles, bubbly and vivacious, but this time she simply replied "Trust me. You wouldn't understand."

Now that to me was reason for concern, because if I wouldn't understand, who would? I then asked her with a very serious tone "Maria, I am you husband! What is bothering you? Is it me? Am I doing something wrong? Is it work?"

As soon as I hit the work subject, she looked up and her eyes answered for me. I then asked "Okay, what about work? I will sit here all day for an answer if I need to. Do I need to get Juanita (Mrs. Santos) involved?"

That must have struck a cord, because she immediately replied "God, no! Don't say a word to her. Okay, I'm coming under a lot of pressure at work because of the hostesses, the bartender staff, and greeters. They are... They are treating me like a two faced hypocrite. You do realize ninety percent of them are female right? And that they are, well, very good looking? That's not by coincidence, Manny."

I then replied back "Of course they are good looking! We run a business, a hospitality business, one where most of our clients want to see this, especially the men?"

She then cut me off saying "Stop right there... You don't think I know what business we are in? I know what business we are in, and why we hire attractive women, but did you know that it is also expected of them to flirt, drink, dance, and otherwise tease some of our wealthy repeat customers? If they don't, I am to rate their quarterly reviews as: Need's to Improve Attitude."

"Okay. No, I didn't actually know it was a requirement of sorts, and I bet you won't find it written anywhere stating such, but again, what business are we in, Maria? If you went to a very nice casino in North America, I'll bet all the cocktail waitresses are not ugly, probably not one, right? It's what we do. Yes, they flirt, Yes indeed! They smile, they tease, they make people want to come back. And listen... Take their wage out of the equation. How about their tips? Their tips probably depend on it." 

She again cut me off replying "Oh so, you know? They squeeze your ass. They try to get you drunk. They put their hands on us, they want to fuck anyone who will go back to their room."

I then replied "Okay, alright... I'm sure some of that goes on, but if anyone is getting fucked? They know exactly what they were doing, and what do you mean us? Guests are putting their hands on you? Guests are trying this with you too?"

She firmly stated "No they aren't. I won't allow it. That's why I am being cut off, an out-cast by my staff, you know? Practice what you preach? I have reminded them that they know what is expected, and without even saying it, they know precisely what I mean."

I once again replied "Hey, Baby, I love you. You are my wife. If flirting a bit is what it takes to gain their respect? Practice what you preach? Then flirt. Next time I see you with your staff at the property bars or dance floor? Knowing they'd feel better if the boss was practicing what she preached? Then flirt! Tease your unbelievably pretty ass off."

Then, to my surprise she actually got a warm look of relief saying, "Oh my God, I can't believe I was so worried to tell you. I should have trusted you. I love you so much. You're right. It's just a job! It's what we do, and it's just flirting and teasing. I should have told you sooner. I just, really, never wanted you to see something, or think something you didn't understand and not trust me, or think I would do something to jeopardize our beautiful relationship."

As reassuringly as I could, I replied, "Okay then, See? It's fine." I again jokingly stated, "Now, I want to begin seeing you flirt your pretty ass off, or I will put in my report that you are not doing your job. I even want you to begin dressing sexier." 

She instantly began giggled and telling me how much she loved me.

Chapter IV: The Unexpected Fantasy is Born

The rest of the week at work was much like any other. I'd usually get a table at the edge of the property and catch up on paper work waiting on Maria's shift to end. Most times, I'd get a table at beach side where there was really good halogen lamp light to see, but also to make sure nothing got out of hand at the outside bars.

Being that Maria, three nights a week, had to work the closing shift with her staff, I often found my self sitting at the table for hours, sometimes until 3:00 AM, waiting to walk her home. Late one Saturday evening around 12:30 AM, I watched a group of men sitting at a large table, one that Maria kept going to making sure they were okay, and well taken care of, etc, quite typical for a VIP table. They were always the high paying penthouse guests.

However, with one of the men, I soon noticed he took a strong liking to Maria. He playfully began tugging at her arm asking her to sit, when finally she did. They were buying her drinks left and right. I wasn't worried what so ever, until about her fifth. They all appeared to be drinking Long Island Ice Tea's and I knew those were extremely strong, and Maria was not a power drinker like these guys were.

She must have sat with them for over an hour and a half. Several of them began to disperse, except for this one gentleman. He insisted that Maria continue sitting with him. At around 1:45 AM, I noticed that he got up and again began tugging at Maria's hand to follow him down the boardwalk leading to the boat docks.

I didn't think much of it. To me, it was just another guest who had too much to drink, and thought my wife was hot. After a minute or so of him playfully tugging and begging her to walk with him, she relented, and off they slowly walked.

This was the first time I had ever watched her walk away from the bar with a guy, and although it didn't have me in a panic? I did begin to be slightly concerned, especially when they walked out of my range of sight.

I tried my best to just sit and wait for her to return, knowing that she couldn't be gone long because she was on duty, but I couldn't sit still. I slowly got up and walked around the beach way, on an intercept course, trying not to be seen. The absolute last thing I wanted was for her to think I was stalking her, especially after my "It's fine, flirt your ass off" speech just days before. Plus I think many of the staff saw her walk off with this guy, so they knew she wasn't afraid to walk the walk, and talk the talk, so to speak.

After a minutes or so of pursuing, keeping in the shadows and trying not to trip over driftwood or anything else, I noticed them at the end of the boardwalk under an old half lit dusk to dawn lamp post. I eased myself to within about fifteen feet, and could hear most of what they were saying.

Typical of what I expected, I heard the guy asking her if she'd like to go back to his room, etc, etc. When, without warning, he leaned down and began to kiss Maria. I absolutely expected her to push him away, which she did, but not before she kissed him for about two seconds.

I then heard her say "I'm married. I thought you only wanted me to walk with you. I can't do this."

The guy persistently kept on trying to kiss her, but she would always playfully turn her head. When suddenly and unexpectedly, he grabbed her just above her ass, pulled her tightly to him, and began wildly kissing her. This time though, they were open mouth kissing, and it wasn't stopping. In only a few seconds his right hand went from her upper ass to under her ass. He was absolutely pulling her ass to him.

After about eight to ten seconds, she murmured as their mouths were together "I can't be doing this, I'm married, plus my husband works here."

He wasn't listening to a word of it. After about an additional ten seconds, I watched as he moved his right hand under the front of her skirt. She quickly took her left hand from around his neck and attempted to remove his hand from under her short skirt, but he would not remove it. In only a few seconds more of his hand being under her skirt, I heard Maria gasp.

As she did, I watched her again attempt to remove his hand from under her skirt, when slowly, she put her arm back around his neck. She was now softly gasping as their open mouths kissed and their tongues slid wildly together. I was frozen with a wild mix of emotions. On one hand I wanted to push this guy into the ocean, or storm up and ask Maria what the hell she thought she was doing, but the unexpected emotion that was winning out? Was one of erotic excitement.

Never in ten lifetimes would I have expected to feel that way about another man putting his hands on my wife. It's hard to explain this intense battle of emotions. Maria once again gasped as I watched his hand now rhythmically moving under her skirt. It was very obvious that he had his finger inside her vaginally and was inserting it inside her fully.

I know it sounds as though it lasted for an hour or more, but in reality it only lasted for about a full minute, when Maria forcefully pushed his hand away and said "I have to get back to work. This has gone far beyond what it should have."

As she quickly walked away from him, he began pleading "No please, stay with me, please! How about we go to my room?"

She didn't reply at all. She just kept walking back towards the bar, reaching her hand under the front of her skirt as if to straighten out the crotch of her panties.

Not wanting to be caught stalking her, I ran as quietly back to my table as I could, still trying to remain in the shadows. As I got back to my table, I watched as Maria emerged from the boardwalk and strolled right past the bar and into the hotel. 

I quickly grabbed my things and walked around to the front of the hotel hoping to intercept her inside. The whole time I was still trying to come to grips with what had happened. I actually began to feel guilty about the fact that I was about half erect over the entire thing.

As soon as I passed by the front desk, Maria popped out from around the corner and said smiling as she noticed me "Woe, Hey, Baby! I'm done, let's go home. Mary is going to close for me."

I quickly replied "Okay sure, great."

As we walked the same route home we always did, I didn't know whether to bring it up, let it go, or what? I didn't indicate I had seen anything what so ever, but almost as though trying to reassure herself, she casually asked me several times, "Where were you tonight? Did you try to come out to the bar to find me? I didn't see you at all. Did you know where I was? Didn't you even try to find me?"

I simply replied "No, I was on the other side of the property trying to find out if they shipped my packages out yet."

She just gave me a not sure look and still seemed a bit on edge. As we made it home, I watched her walk up the steps in front of me, and the sight of her beautiful ass, in her incredibly sexy short skirt, took my breath away. Her smooth tanned legs, cute feet, sexy heels, red toe-nail polish, all drove me up the wall. I became intensely turned on knowing another man had his hands under her skirt with his fingers inside her beautiful and sacred reproductive canal. Somewhere, this guy had my wife's slick vaginal fluid on his fingers.

The instant we got into the house, I spun her around and began wildly kissing her and grabbing her ass. She tried to murmur a response of "Hey, Baby, what's going on?"

I quickly went from her ass to under her skirt, as she tried to stop me. I figured she was fighting me because she probably reasoned that if she was unusually wet, I might ask why. Within a couple of seconds my finger went under her panties and hit her slick vaginal opening. She was indeed very wet as I slipped a second finger inside her.

As I fingered her, I began to move my two fingers together inside her and was unbelievably aroused by how slippery they were rubbing together. She continued trying to ask me what was going on, because I had never acted like this before, especially after a long day at work, and a long walk home.

I then began raising her skirt over her ass and tearing her panties down. Somehow, and I don't even remember how, I had my pants pushed down to my feet. Her panties were now also at her feet. I excitedly pushed her ass onto the back part of the couch. As I did, I raised her legs and quickly eased the head of my swollen cock into her vaginal opening.

Usually I try to be very gentile, but this time I shoved with all my built up emotion. It was unmistakably the difference between making love and fucking. As I did she screamed and began kissing me wildly. Within only a couple of minutes of this, I felt that unmistakable feeling come over my cock and my entire body, I'm sure any guy knows that surge of hormones that builds in head of your cock. Feeling her warm overly lubricated vagina encompass my cock, somehow made me begin to imagine, it was that other guys cock inside her.




My Latin Wife... A Fantasy Born Ch. 01-08



Normally we had already used a spermicidal foam, or a spermicidal suppository that took a few minutes to dissolve. Having not used anything, I'm sure she expected me to pull out of her as I always did had we not used birth control, but I absolutely couldn't this time no matter how hard I tried. As the feeling utterly took over my entire body, I shoved with all my might, and released the strongest bolting jets of semen against her cervix. I had never shot seed like that in my entire life. I again began imagining it was that guys seed fertilizing her uterus. My cock jolted time, after time, after time.

I knew I was shooting hundreds of millions of sperm inside her, but couldn't help myself. Maria moaned wildly but whispered in a strained voice "No. No, Baby. Not inside me, Manny! Don't come in me! You're coming inside me."

I climaxed for at least two minutes it seemed, when finally I came back to my senses. As I slowly moved my cock inside her and through the load of semen, I couldn't help but again imagine that this is how she would have felt, had that guy bread her on that boat-dock.

Chapter V: Fantasy Confessed

We were both wildly panting and sweating in the humid eighty-five degree heat as we maintained this embrace. I slowly took my hand and wiped the sweat from her forehead when she asked in a whisper, "Manny, what was that all about? This isn't you. Oh my God, I loved it, but that didn't seem like you at all. You weren't making love to me at all, it seemed like you were just fucking me. It was like you wanted to put your sperm inside me, like you wanted to get me pregnant. We've already talked about waiting to have a baby, waiting until we are financially ready."

I didn't reply right away, but eventually and reluctantly said, "I saw something tonight, that, turned me on in ways I didn't even know would turn me on. It drove me insane with sexual thoughts. Honestly, I can't explain it, so don't ask."

She immediately gasped putting her hands over her mouth, and said, "Oh my God, Manny! Please tell me it's not another woman or something like that. Did someone come on to you? I see how some of the women look at you at work. They would do anything to have you. Is that what this is? Please tell me you weren't fantasizing I was one of those women at work who would love to have you." It was obvious now, that she had no clue I had seen her with that guy. I actually expected her to mention something along those lines, but she didn't.

Again, I paused not knowing how to come out with it, when my lips simply began to move with, "Okay, I... Well... I saw... I saw you... With... Another man tonight, and I don't know why, but it really aroused me sexually, more than you know."

She got a look on her face I'll never forget, like the Grim-Reaper just pecked her on the shoulder. She instantly began saying as tears welled up in her eyes "Oh my God, I'm so sorry, Baby. Please let me explain. Please! I didn't want him to touch me! Is that what you saw? Oh my God, Manny, I love you. I love you with all my soul. I didn't want him to. Oh my God, how much did you see? What did you see?"

I then interrupted her explaining "Listen! Listen... Don't apologize... You were doing exactly what I was telling you was? Well, perfectly okay, and you didn't let it go past touching. I was actually proud of you. He was being forceful. You drank. He drank, a lot. And, you handled it better than most women in that situation might have. I'm sure your staff can say very little now."

She still continued apologizing as I reassured her it was okay. I half expected her to ask how exactly I came to see it, but figured she didn't even want to know, and wanted the subject to simply go away.

As she reluctantly began to feel slightly reassured that our relationship was not in jeopardy, she asked, "Baby? How would that? I'm trying to ask myself... How, would that possibly turn you on? How? I think what I am trying to say is, if I watched another woman put her hands on you, I'd loose my mind. I would choke her. I'd probably kill myself."

I tried my best to explain, but simply left it at "I'm not sure at all, it just did. I began to become unbelievably aroused by it. At first it bothered me, but I began to... I don't know... I wanted to see it, the more I watched. I, began to get, an erection watching it."

The more I tried to explain it? The more she wanted to know, asking "You want to see men touch me? Kiss me? He was touching me, and you liked it? You liked him touching me down there? Putting his... Finger, inside, me?" She then paused for about five seconds and asked, "But that's it right? I mean, that's surely, all, you wanted to see? Right?"

I then chuckled, "Okay, First, it wasn't something I wanted to see, but as it happens? Yes, it somehow turned me on and... I... Let's just leave it there. Let's just leave it at that."

She quickly replied a second time putting her hands softly on my cheeks saying, "You, were, just turned on by him to touch me? Right? Nothing, more? You weren't, fantasizing, about... Anything more?"

I didn't reply, I just leaned down and slowly began kissing her when she moved her mouth to the side and asked in a whisper, "Did you, want to watch him do more to me? You're making me think you wanted more. Oh my God, you did, didn't you. You would have said something by now if not."

Again, I didn't say a word, but she could see that I was becoming erect again. With my silence, she kept on softly saying, "Did you want me to touch him too? You did, Didn't you? Oh my God, Manny. What if he had over powered me, ripped my panties off...? And... What if...? What if... He? He had... fucked... me."

As she spoke it was obvious what it was doing to me. By now, I believe she was having fun with it realizing it was driving me erotically insane. We again began slowly fucking as she continued with, "What if he would have tried to take my panties off? Seriously! What If he had...? You know...? He might have forced me to, fuck him. Could you have stood there... and watched it? I hope not. What if I wasn't strong enough to fight him...? And he forced me to? Would you have stopped him? Would you? You realize he wouldn't have had a condom, right?"

The instant she finished, I uncontrollably began fucking her again with my entire body. I imagined that he had fucked her thoroughly. I then began imagining once again that it was his semen greased between our bodies and flooding her vagina. The feeling I was feeling inside her vagina was uncharted emotional territory for me. I was ordinarily the very jealous type. 

I then glanced down and saw my glistening semen soaked cock, effortlessly sliding inside her pussy. The more I thought about it, the more it turned me on. Eventually, and by now, I had become sexually psychotic. I psychotically began answering her earlier questions saying as I slammed inside her, "I'm pretty sure I would have let him... I would have watched him inseminate you, shoot all his sperm inside you."

She was now really fucking me back at this point, when almost like role playing she pushed me out of her, grabbed the end of my slick cock, and began stroking it as she said "I'm married.... We shouldn't be on this boat-dock like this... What if my husband finds out?"

That sent me through the roof knowing what she was cleverly doing...

I too began playing the role of "The Guy," replying, "Maybe he wants to watch me fuck you!"

She then grinned and said as her mouth was against my lips "You really think he does? Really? You thing he's enjoying seeing you inside me? Shouldn't we be using a condom?"

I instantly replied, "I guarantee you, he wants to watch us fuck, and I don't have a condom, so I will have to give you all of my semen."

She then blew my mind more than it had ever been blown. She pushed me out of her, got off the couch, and slowly went to the floor. Still holding my glistening cock in her left hand, she sat on the floor, slowly lowered herself onto her back, spread her legs in the wildest manner imaginable and then spread her pussy lips apart with two fingers. As much as I would have loved to see her do that before this night? I can honestly say, it was the first time she had ever suggestively done it. 

With her right hand she took her index finger and her middle finger, spread her vaginal opening exposing her glistening beautiful pink inner vaginal flesh, and said said "I would do anything for my husband, and I do mean anything. I want him to watch you fuck me."

My cock was so rigid I could feel my pulse beating inside it as she spoke. As I glanced down at her spreading her pussy, I again began to strongly fantasize that the semen glazed all over her pussy, my cock, and leaking from her, was his.

I then lowered myself down to her spread vaginal opening, and slowly glided the head of my cock inside her as she softly removed her hand from me. It was the most intense feeling I had ever felt. It was better than the first time I had ever had sex. It was now not only physical sex? It was earth shattering mental sex, for both of us. And let me tell you, if you put the mental mind job with the physical? Its an entirely new sexual experience, brand new and extremely powerful.

I had always heard that it was just as important, if not more important, for women to be mentally stimulated when having sex, more so than even being physically stimulated. That it was, more often than not, the difference in whether a woman had an orgasm, a real orgasm. I was learning that men are no different when it comes to unbelievable ejaculations / climaxes. I was being mentally raped, but in the best possible way imaginable. 

As I slowly entered her, she began making sexual moans and yelps like I had never heard before. By now, I was literally out of my mind with arousal. Not but a few minutes into it, I began to realize I was so close to ejaculating, when in my psychotically aroused state I asked "Does your husband want me to shoot my sperm inside you?"

With her mouth and eyes half opened in a sexual trance she replied gasping "Yes. Yes. He wants it inside me. He said he wants it." She then softly said as she pulled at my ass and sunk her fingernails into me "He really does want it. He wants your sperm inside me."

I then gasped as I strained and thrust the swollen head of my cock all the way inside her, with my nuts pressed tightly against her warm ass I yelled, "AAAHHH FUCK YES, YOU'RE GOING TO TAKE ALL OF IT."

Before it completely left my mouth, it seemed like my entire body climaxed from the top of my head, to my feet. I then felt the strongest bolts of semen pulse from the head of my cock and splash against her sexually dilated cervix. I could actually feel the opening on the head of my cock against cervix. There was at least four or five strong ejaculatory jolts in my cock before I could even breathe. I was coming so intensely, the hair on my arms was standing on end like goose bumps.

It's almost as if I had a second orgasm when she said "Oh my God. What about my husband? What about ... AAAHHHH YEAHHH... What about... My husband? He's watching you inseminate me. He's watching you give me your come..."

As she spoke, I could feel her body tense up dramatically, when she held her breath and strained so hard veins were popping out on her temples. After only a couple of seconds of her tensing up bone crushingly, she released her breath and a warm gush of liquid hit my nuts. She began moaning and wincing her face like she had become possessed. Her vagina was strongly pulsing around my cock.

I can honestly say with out any doubt what so ever, she had an earthquake orgasm. I didn't even think, or know, a women could do what she was doing. Any time I ever thought she was having a orgasm in the past? She couldn't have been, or at the very least was just scratching the surface of this type of orgasm. It was volcanic. I mean she orgasmed so intensely she practically passed out after her body squirted that liquid. Her eyes rolled back in her head, veins were standing prominently out on her neck and temples, and her vagina was convulsing.

She was so very sensitive as it was taking place, I could barely move without sending her into another wave of bone crushing orgasm. I know this sounds nuts, but I began to worry about her, In that she wasn't getting enough oxygen to stay conscious. After what must have been four episodes of this, she went completely limp, eyes closed, and began to breath heavily and erratically. Just as I felt she was winding down, I took my hand and wiped some of her hair from her face when she sharply gasped "Don't move... God, Baby, please just stay still. I can't take it anymore, please don't move. Just lay on me." 

I slowly lowered myself onto her trying not to move my cock too much inside her. We stayed locked in this erotic sexually reproductive embrace for what seemed like forever. Her vagina, every five or six seconds, would erratically, but with less force than before, give just a slight pulsing constriction, as if ever so slowly coming out of this sexual explosion. I was trying to be done as well, but kept fantasizing the wildest things imaginable. 

With every last sperm in my body now deeply injected inside her, I rose and slowly looked down at what an insane mess there was between her thighs, ass, and my pubic hair. I couldn't imagine what must have been biologically going on inside her reproductive area when she climaxed like she had. Her uterus must have been rhythmically drawing up and vacuuming all the seed it could engorge itself with in hopes of fertilizing her. The fluid she shot out out of her vagina and expelled onto my nuts, dripped and spilled a dark spot on the carpet, just under my nuts.

I'm not sure if she had a moment of regret or what for saying all that she had, but quickly she stated calmly "We were just fantasizing, right? You know that I was just trying to let you fantasize. There's no way I could ever allow something like that to really happen. In fact, there's no way I could even let it get close."

I then paused not knowing how to reply, finally saying, "Yes, I know. It really was fun to fantasize though." I then jokingly said "Wow, I can't believe how much he came inside you and how he made you orgasm. "

She too jokingly replied "I think you already know I have never had an orgasm like that, ever. AND, it was my husband who gave it to me..." She then giggled saying, "We better hope that guy didn't get me pregnant just now. If ever I was going to ovulate, it was just then." 

Then in absolute seriousness and worry she said, "Baby, my God, what are we doing? God, it's all my fault. I know this got out of hand, way, way, out of hand. We both know you are supposed to pull out of me if we aren't using birth control. Yes, it's as much my fault this time as yours, but now we have to worry for a couple more weeks whether I'm pregnant."

I tried to calm her a bit replying, "Oh, I doubt you are. It would be one in a million. Let's not worry about it. I will be more careful next time, but I can say emphatically, with how you climaxed? I can't guarantee anything. I mean, how often do you climax like that?"

Chapter VI: Needing the Real Thing

As explosive and new as all of it was to us, we spoke little of this incident over the next few days. It was almost as though she wanted to forget it ever happened, and get back to the way we were with our marriage. I notice now too that Maria, although she would flirt with male guests at work, or spend time making sure they were well taken care of? She wouldn't spend much time with them. It's almost as if she was overly trying to reassure me that nothing in the way of infidelity would ever happen. 

Several times over the next few weeks she almost broke down over that guy touching her, everything we said to one another during our sexual insanity, thinking I'd never trust her. But, I always told her that she handled it fine, that it was mostly my fault anyway. In fact, the last time she brought it up... I told her I'd love to see it again. She wasn't impressed.

Several times over the next few weeks I told her I'd seriously like to watch a guy touch her, usually when we were getting sexually worked up with one other, but she would never take the bait. Just when I was about to give up on it entirely? One evening as I told her my same old fantasy? She blurted "Only if I know you are close by."

Instantly I became very excited. I truly was about to abandon the entire idea, thinking it would never happen again, that maybe I was just lucky to have even seen what I had that one evening.

As soon as she spoke it, I instantly replied "Absolutely. I'd make sure I was close enough to step in if it got out of hand." 

I had fantasized about it so often, I already had worked out in my mind a thousand times, the perfect place and time. I continued "The perfect time would be late Friday night, you know in back of the property where that small break area is? The one with the picnic tables and lounge chairs?"

She replied "By the loading dock? Where we keep the extra CO2 canisters?"

"Yes, right there. That's where that one room is. The one we never book because it has an adjoining entrance by the kitchen area and is too noisy for guests? The door is right there in that break area. I could be in that room and you could bring a guy around to the break area, lock the gate, and you'd be safe knowing I was in that room within a few feet of you. I could see right through the windows, but no one can see inside with the lights off."

She was slightly grinning the entire time as we slowly kissed, when she replied "...Okay. I could call you on my cell phone and say... I'm going on break now... That way you would know I was going back there." 

She then continued, "That is going to send a crazy message to some guy though. I mean, what do I say? Hey let's go around to the back of the property so no one can see us?"

I then said, "Don't worry. They won't even care where you are going. Just tell them it's where you have to take break. It's company policy."

She then rolled her eyes replying "God that sounds so dumb." After a few seconds, she giggled jokingly saying "Oh, come take break with me, back by the dumpsters. It's nasty back there. Get it? Nasty?"

Again I told her chuckling "Listen, you are so gorgeous you could tell them to follow you into the sewer system, and they'd simply say... Great idea."

Being that it was only Wednesday, I can't tell you how many times I fantasized about it between then and Friday. I didn't think it would ever roll around, but eventually it did. That morning, I pulled her to me and we began getting sexual, when I said "Let me pick your panties."

She replied "What in the world is that going to matter? If a guy? Maybe? Touches me? Do you think I'm going to be spreading my legs saying... Oh look at my pretty panties? If he touches me, it will be with me standing there possibly trying to keep him from touching me, but pick away. I don't care."

As she took the wind from my sail, I simply replied "Okay. Yes, that was silly, but I still hope you pick a sexy pair, for me."

The day started much like any other Friday. Maria went about her business that afternoon making sure all her subordinates were where they should be, making sure the bar was ready, the wait staff was prepared, the usual. However, later that evening as the night progressed, I noticed her hanging around an older man, perhaps in his early to mid forties.

In typical fashion he was like the others in his group, pounding the drinks. He was quite lit by the time 1:00 AM rolled around. Maria was right there too, but was drinking slowly. I noticed her having about 3 drinks total, when I watched her pick up her cell phone and call me.

My anticipation was so built up in the moment, my hands were shaking. Even knowing she was calling me, I just about dropped the phone. I quickly answered when she whispered "A guy here has asked me to his room about five times now. Do you still want to do this? Back by the loading dock, right?"




My Latin Wife... A Fantasy Born Ch. 01-08



Instantly I asked "Are you okay with it?"

She replied "Don't ask that. Do you want me to do this or not?"

After a five second pause I uttered, "Yes."

She then replied "Go to that room now. I will be there in a few minutes. Make sure the gate is unlocked or I won't be able to get in the area."

I agreed, and off I bolted. After quickly walking past the front desk, wouldn't you know several staff members said "You need to approve out time. It's Friday."

Frantically, I began signing their time sheets, Lunches, Breaks, and OT, practically running to the computer terminal after that, blindly clicking "Approve" on each. They could have claimed a hundred hours of over-time, and I would have approved it in my haste. 

After that three minute delay, I again began walking briskly past the front desk. Once out of sight of the staff, I bolted down the back corridor, and past the kitchen hall. It seemed as though it took days to get to the room, once at the door of the room, I fumbled with the master key card spinning it around five times at least, when finally I got a green light on the card swipe. I quickly entered, spun, and bolted the door behind me. I then hurriedly walked to the window facing the break area.

To my relief, she wasn't there yet. I positioned the curtain about two feet open, and had a perfect view of the break area. Impatient and stressed from being side tracked, I called her cell.

It rang a few times when she answered trying not to insinuate I was her husband "Hey, I'm taking break, I'll call you later."

I then replied "Okay. I'm here. Just checking on you."

She then replied "I'm fine. I have my friend Mark who is coming with me, keeping me company on my break. What? Yes, he is good looking. Yes, he's sweet. He won't let anything happen to me."

She was really playing it up when I simply replied "Okay, love you."

She replied, "Me too, thanks," and hung up.

The musty smell in this room was pungent, but it bothered me very little given why I was here. No one even came into this room. It hadn't been occupied in ten years, but still had the bed made, cups laid out, towels on the rack, etc. I slowly opened the window about half way so I could hear anything that was said.

Just as I did, I immediately stopped as I watched the gate slowly open. In seconds, Maria and her friend entered. Maria then turned, and locked the gate behind her. Just as she did, the guy said "Can't be too safe."

Maria giggled replying "No, you sure cant. Thank you for coming with me on break. We have to take our breaks back here, but I never feel safe when I do."

He then courteously replied "You're fine, I'd never let anything happen to you. The pleasure is all mine for you allowing me to accompany you."

As this banter went back ad forth between them, I couldn't help but notice what my wife was wearing. Yes, I had seen her wearing it all day long, but now it looked a thousand times more sexy. 

Maria wore the most tantalizing one piece sun dress, resembling a Hawaiian floral print, that came about halfway up her beautiful bronze thighs, and graciously hugged her unbelievable ass. If that were not enough, I also couldn't help notice her very cute and sexy petite, strapped five inch heels, with her cute red nail polish, on her beautiful small feet. It's amazing how much you take notice in a situation such as this.

Her escort was about six feet, two inches tall, weighing about two-thirty. For a forties guy, you could tell he took very good care of himself. I noticed right away he was a large guy. He looked three times her petite size. Just as my observations surmised, she then took him by the hand saying "Thanks for taking break with me. I feel safe knowing you are here."

He quickly replied, "You're safe, and know this, it's my pleasure to be here with you."

She then grabbed him by the hand walking toward the wall that surrounded this small courtyard. Just she turned, he took both hands and pulled her face to him and began kissing her.

She instantly began trying to speak, but he continued kissing her. She then turned her head, and I could see that she was looking at the half opened window. As she did, I stepped into the light and gave a slight wave letting her know I was there.

As I did, she looked right into my eyes, and turned her head back to kiss him. This went on for a minute or so when he began to raise her skirt over her ass. Once he had it pulled up to her waist, he began pulling and squeezing her ass. During all this, I had pushed my shorts down to the floor, and began stroking my cock. I was so worked up, running this scenario though my mind. The instant I began stroking my cock, I hit a profuse amount of clear sexual lubricant.

Everything was happening at a slow but great pace, a pace she seemed comfortable with. Just as I thought he'd be too much of a gentleman and not try anything else, he took his right hand from her ass and began to push the side of her panties down. She immediately grabbed his hand, and to mu surprise, she guided it to between her legs. It became obvious she would let him touch her, but wouldn't take her panties off.

As I stroked my cock, I began imagining him fully inside her. I just kept on envisioning him thrusting his cock inside her aroused vagina. Within a second after she guided his hand from the side of her panties, to between her legs, he moved the crotch of her panties, and began fingering her.

This time was very different. Unlike the first time I watched a guy finger her, she was now fully going with it. There was no reluctance like the time on the boat dock. She was gasping and spreading her legs as he picked her up and sat her ass on the ledge of this wall.

It was like watching her fuck. He was thrusting his cock against the hand he had inside her, and she was gasping in his mouth as they kissed. I had to stop stroking every few seconds or I would have shot my load onto the window screen in front of me.

This went on for about a minute or more, when I watched him remove his fingers from her pussy, and begin to undo his shorts. The second he began to undo the button on his shorts, she said "We can't."

He then replied "It's fine. It's fine."

He continued unbuttoning his shorts, and then quickly pushed them down to his upper thighs. He reached into his underwear and shorts and pulled out a huge cock and flopped it onto Maria's panties. This wasn't anything I was prepared for. From here, it began to be unplanned, completely.

She instantly took her right hand and grabbed it, moving it off of her. Immediately I noticed that her fingers weren't even close to going around it. All I could notice was that her red fingernail polish, from her thumb to the middle finger? There was an inch, maybe an inch and a half gap, from fingertip to fingertip. He was incredibly thick. He was about seven and a half inches, maybe eight, but thicker than anything I could have ever imagined, and his nuts were huge. There wasn't much hair on his sack, but it looked like two kiwi fruits slung under his fat cock.

Chapter VII: My Wife Being Bread

I knew he had to be driven insane by the fact that Maria's vagina was snug even on his middle finger. I am about seven inches and average thickness, and Maria feels like the first time every time. In my mind I knew there was no way she could, or would take something as outlandish as his cock. 

He soon began trying once again to get her panties down from her hip, when she looked right at the screen of the window I was standing in front of, and said as if to get my attention "WE REALLY SHOULDN"T BE DOING THIS?"

Before this night I had no idea where things might lead. I mean no idea. I wasn't even sure she'd do anything, and here we were. In my weeks of fantasizing though I prepared for anything. Earlier that morning at our home, I tore off a spermicidal bullet from the pack, and stuck it in my pocket. At the time I did it, it was just part of my fantasy, but in the back of my mind I kind of knew it would never, ever be needed.

As he kept trying to get her panties off, with her continuing to murmur between kisses "No, we can't do that."

I then quickly picked up my cell and called hers. The instant her's rang, she pushed him away, and hopped off the wall pushing her dress down off her ass. She frantically said "Hello?"

I then replied "Tell him you have to go check on something, and you'll be right back. Come in the room here."

She immediately said to him with the phone pressed to her ear "Wait here for a second. I just have to run to the front desk to take one of the employees off duty, won' t take a second."

He replied "Okay, I understand," as he pulled his shorts back up.

She then pranced to the door of the room, opened the door, closed it, and sighed as she turned to me. Before she could say a word, I grabbed her and began wildly kissing her. She tried to say something, but reluctantly began kissing me back. As she did, I immediately raised her dress and took her panties down to her knees, pushed my shorts down, and pushed her to the bed. 

There was no foreplay what so ever, I simply began positioning the head of my cock to her pussy. Once there, I leaned in, and was amazed at how lubricated she felt. I thrust only a few times before feeling my cold nuts against her warm ass when I whispered "My God, his cock his huge."

Only ten seconds into it, I was so out of my mind with eroticism. I sharply withdrew. As soon as I withdrew, I pulled her off the bed, and began to pull my shorts up. She too quickly began pulling up her panties. She then asked "What's wrong?"

I then said "Nothing, nothing at all. I just don't want to come right now." As I was saying it, I reached into my pocket. As I did, I began kissing her with the spermicide capsule in my hand. I tore the package, and with it in my fingers went down the front of her panties. Once to her vaginal entrance, I slid it between her pussy lips and pushed it as deeply as I could into her vagina with my middle finger.

She instantly gasped "Dammit, What the fuck are you? Tell me that wasn't...?"

I quickly a quietly replied, "Don't worry! It's just a precaution. What if he came on you, or came on his hand and some of his semen got inside you."

She then sarcastically replied "Dammit, Manny, you know exactly why you did it."

Trying to keep from blowing the entire thing I had going on, I simply said "Listen, it's better to have it and not need it, than to need it and not have it. I would love to watch him fuck you, or even try to put his cock inside you. Just watching him try to get it inside you would be the highest level of turn-on on my life."

Maria just looked at me for a few seconds saying nothing, but the look on her face was one I will never forget. I was one of fear and love, rolled into one expression. She then moved me out of her way, and as she reached for the door, whispered "Most men wouldn't be excited about this sort of thing Manny. Don't expect what, I think you're expecting."

She scooted her skirt down even more, raked a few strands of her hair behind her ear, glanced at me, took a deep breath, and exited the room.

Immediately the guy asked "What's in that room?"

Maria quickly explained "Oh, it's not even a room any more, it's a connection to the hallway leading to the front desk."

He just replied, "Oh, okay."

I think he thought at one point, that she might have ditched him, but when she returned, I think it signaled to him that it was her sign that he could proceed where they left off.

They didn't exchange twenty words before he once again began kissing her and putting his hands under her skirt. Within minutes, he backed her over to the four feet high wall she had her ass on before. I knew it was because it was the perfect height to fuck her on if it progressed into that.

The only thing that bothered me, is that it dropped off to about eight feet on the other side, and I didn't exactly like the fact that she was perched on it. Unlike the time before, he instantly had the crotch of her panties pulled over, and took his shorts down immediately. I was sure the gate was locked, but it was so incredibly lit up back there, someone on a higher floor, if they looked out the window, could see it all, if they looked straight down.

Like this guy, I too had my shorts down instantly, and began to stroke my cock. I was leaking more slick pre-sexual lubricant than I ever had in my life. I was more turned on than anyone possibly could be.

As he fingered her, Maria had one hand on his right arm holding on for dear life, and her left hand down between her legs, almost as though that hand stood guard if he tried to insert himself inside her. Her heels were tightly pressed against the wall, as if to keep from falling backward.

I knew it was just a matter of time before he tried to take it to the next level. Within a few minutes more, he indeed grabbed his cock and positioned it between her legs. Maria quickly grabbed his cock with her left hand and pulled it upwards and began to slowly and rather reluctantly stroke the top of it. I mean, she wasn't really going at it, it was almost as though she was only trying to keep it from even getting close to going inside her.

I knew that with all the touching they had done before, Maria and I having a very short session of intercourse, and a dissolving spermicidal contraceptive inside her, that she was soaked. I could also at times glimpse his wet glistening fingers. 

It began to become obvious he was getting more aggressive, as now he was basically fucking her hand, and making moaning sounds that could easily be heard. I was amazing to see her petite hand on a cock as thick as this guys. The more he fucked at her hand, the wetter the huge head of his cock became.

This went on a a couple of minutes more, when he very aggressively took the right side of her panties, and pulled them down, practically tearing them from under her ass as she sat on this concrete wall. I could tell instantly Maria was in uncharted waters, as she removed her hand from his cock, and tried to keep him from removing them all the way down.

He had gotten them about midway down her thighs as she held to the top of them. To my surprise, they continued to wildly kiss during it all. By this time, Maria had one hand holding onto his right arm, and the other holding onto the top of her panties.

I think he sensed this moment of vulnerability, and leaned her backward even more. I'm sure she became concerned with falling off this wall because she instantly released her panties, and now had both hands on his arms as he continued to lean her backward, causing her to hold onto him even tighter.

Within a couple of seconds, he reached down positioned the head of his cock to her vaginal opening, and let out a loud "AAAAHHHHH," as his ass flexed. 

Maria then said in Spanish "MANNY, HE"S TRYING TO FUCK ME... AHHH GGOD. Call my cell phone. We can still... We can stop this. MANNY his penis is touching me! AHHH GGODDD! He's trying to fuck me, Manny!"

I was utterly frozen as she desperately tried to get a decision from me, anything at all. I think it turned him on even more hearing her frantically blurt of Spanish. Just as I had my cell phone in my hand, I saw him lean her backward more so than ever, as his ass flexed and quivered. He then began to stretch and enter her.

Maria then began to make a sound unlike anything I had ever heard from her. She simply, and in a very strained sound began "NAH, NAH, NO, NNN, NAHH, NOO, OH MY GOD!!"

She held on with a death grip to his arm with her right hand, as her left went to his upper thigh. She dug her fingernails into his upper thigh as if to keep him from being too forceful. 

By this time, he was pushing inside her with much force and purpose, but was still awkwardly not all the way inside her. It was obvious that he was entering her deeper and deeper, both from his moans and rhythm, and Maria's pant's and yelps. After about a minute more, his ass began to rhythmically move and thrust.

I could barely imagine what he must have been feeling, what her tight vagina must have felt as it tightly enveloped his slowly thrusting and lubricated shaft. I also couldn't imagine what it was like for Maria, taking his cock inside her. The head of his unprotected dick had to be plowing and opening her vaginal canal unlike anything she had ever felt. I also began to envision how his cock must have been leaking his sexual fluids into her vagina and against her cervix.

I now realized it was more difficult than I originally imagined watching him fuck her. Listening to her yelp and moan was almost more than I could take. She began to get more vocal that I had ever imagined as well. It wasn't until I could see her body jolting on his hard inward thrust, that I knew she was fully taking him inside her.

It was the most intense mind job on earth. I began to notice everything erotic about her, from her red toenail polish, her beautiful feet, the way she dug her fingernails into his skin with every thrust, to the way she yelped in this reproductive embrace. 

I could barely touch my cock in anticipation of what I knew was coming, her taking another mans seed inside her womb. It was as if time slowed, but I knew it had only been a few minutes into the wildest sexual event I had ever been a part of. Just as I slowly began to touch my cock once more, I noticed his ass begin to flex more on his inward thrust. He also began to hold the thrust for a second before letting out a pent up "AAAHHHH YEAH." He kept doing this for the next thirty seconds or so.

I knew for a fact that he was very close to shooting his load, and I believe Maria did too. She began panting wildly, almost in a fearful way not really knowing what to expect, but knowing another man was fully inside her and ready to breed her in front of her husband.

Over the next ten seconds, he began forcefully flexing his ass more and more, holding his thrust longer and longer. I knew he was building up for a massive explosion. When Maria sensed it too, saying in English, "Just not, AAHHH, Just not... inside me... I'm ... AHHHH GOD, I'm... married.... MMM, My husband, will know... Come on my stomach!"

Just the last word left her lips, he thrust three to four times in a strained and wild moan, and then slammed inside her with all his might. Maria screamed "AAAHHHHHH GGGGOOOODDDD... ON MY STOMACH!!!"

He held his breath completely rigid and buried inside her up to his nuts, when his entire body began to quiver, letting out a roaring "AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FFFUUUUCCCCKKKKKK YES. FFUCK YEAH... AHHHHH FUCK YEAH!"

It was as if Maria was holding her breath as well, with a strained and winced face unlike anything I had ever seen. She then jerked her legs wider, and let out a mouth wide open "AAHHH!!!" Her eyes flew wide open as she continued this utterly shocked "AAHH, AAHH GGOD," as she looked into his face.

I knew she felt his cock blast a strong thick jet of seed into her exposed uterus. I'm sure she knew every warm explosive shot of his seed, sent millions of sperm coursing into her sexually dilated cervix. I was in an erotic coma as I watched my wife being bread by another man, knowing his cock was jolting and pulsing inside her with jet after jet of warm semen.

A few seconds into his ejaculating, Maria sharply turned her head and stared at the screen I was standing in front of, as he continued shooting himself deep inside her. Her mouth was half opened as she gasped, occasionally dropping her head backwards, then again snapping her head back towards the window where I was standing. I knew she was aware that I was watching him deliver his seed.

I watched him force every shot inside her for what seemed like an eternity. He held himself inside her up to his nuts for at least three minutes. He would occasionally, almost convulsively, and in a very forceful and deep thrust, let out another "AHHHH FFFUCK." 




My Latin Wife... A Fantasy Born Ch. 01-08



It was as if he still had that feeling in his cock, and he was trying to get his last sperm inside her uterus. Occasionally he would withdraw about two inches and jerk his body sinking the head of his cock once again into the deepest threshold of her vagina. As he did, the bright light glistened off his now ultra glistening come coated cock. It also allowed me to see Maria's glazed vaginal lips glistening with his slick semen.

Just when I thought they would stay this way all evening, he finally relaxed his strained thrusts and began to wind down. He tried to lovingly kiss Maria afterward, but she kept turning her head. As he continued trying to kiss her with his cock still inside her, she finally gave him a quick kiss and said, "It's over now. Stop. I need to go."

He then slowly withdrew from her and stepped backward putting his shorts back on. As he withdrew very slowly, I couldn't believe how much of his cock was inside her. It just kept sliding out of her before the head fell out. 

Maria quickly began to compose herself, as she slowly eased herself off the wall seemingly very sore from being in the position as long as she was. The second she slid off the wall though, I watched a huge white glob of his seed appear in the opening of her slightly gaped vaginal entrance. Once she stood on the ground, I could see it smashed between and cling to her upper thighs. As she raised her panties up, it all scooped into the crotch of her panties, with her snugly pulled them up.

Chapter VIII: The Fantasy Branched Into More 

As she slid her skirt back down, she looked at him as he was about to speak, and said "Just go. No, Just go. This was a mistake, now go. It was a stupid mistake. I will have to live with it, just don't tell anyone who works here."

He didn't say much more. He simply turned, unlocked the gate, and walked off. Just as he did, Maria slowly walked to the seat of the picnic table as if slightly unbalanced, sat down, and put her face in her hands. I then slowly exited the room and walked towards her whispering "What wrong, Baby?"

She then slowly pulled her hands down her face and asked "I know you're not asking, What's wrong? You're sure? Asking me what's wrong? What's wrong? A man just fucked me in front of my husband, the man I love, the man I married. A man just ejaculated inside me. I'm carrying another man's sperm in my body. What's wrong? See my wedding ring? You have one too."

As much as I wanted to console her, I was still wildly turned on. Risking a face slap, I sat beside her and slowly pulled her face to mine and we slowly kissed... 

... To be Continued (Please enter your email if leaving feedback. I can email you the rest of the 23 chapters.) Thank you so very much for the feedback. It's why I write.