25 comments/ 32283 views/ 6 favorites Sandra Meets Her Lover By: User666 Chapter One: The ladies It was the monthly gathering of "Ladies Who Lunch," three women from the same small town in Ohio who had been friends since the first day of high school. Sherri was the only unmarried woman and had developed a taste for nightlife that occasionally scandalized her friends. Maria had gone on to a junior college, got married, dropped out, had two kids and was now a full time soccer mom. Sandra was the object of discussion today. She had been married to her high school sweetheart since the day after graduation, almost 12 years of 'wedded bliss' as she called it, sometimes with just a hint of sarcasm. She announced as the first Cosmos were delivered to the table that she and Will had decided it was time to have children. As of today, she was going off the pill and she hoped to have a baby within the year. "A toast!" said Sherri, "And you must come with us to Cabo San Lucas for a week of sun and fun before you do that whole maternity thing. It might be the last free week you'll have for at least 20 years." "Us?" Said Maria. "Who is us?" "The three of us, of course. Three hot babes on the cusp of 30 with one last chance to sow some wild oats before we're all old and over the hill." "I have no wild oats," said Sandra. "I'm an old married woman about to start making babies." "And I've already made some babies. I can't just pick up and party, anymore," said Maria. "Look, dears, all it will cost is a plane ticket and food. My boyfriend owns a condo down there and I'm sure we can find a few gentlemen more than willing to buy our drinks." It took a few more minutes of coaxing but when Sherri opened her iPad and showed them how cheap the rates were from Cincinnati to Cabo, the discussion was over. Plans were made right there at the table. Chapter two: The gentlemen Four compadres were sitting at table at Cabo Wabo, discussing the deeds and misdeeds of their youth. The only player still in the group was Ricardo. The others were married. Being citizens of one of the finest resorts on the western edge of the continent, all of them indulged in a little sport fucking from time-to-time but only as time and opportunity permitted. Ricardo made chasing gringo skirt a hobby, some would even call it his profession. He was a large man, Six and a half feet tall with an impressive physique so few would dare call him a gigolo or a man whore. But he was what he was; he lived for the chase and the conquest. "Still getting them suburban wives to drop to their knees?" asked Felipe. Ricardo just smiled. "Most of them are spinners," laughed Jose. "Pequenitos - their faces and his cojones are on the same level." Ricardo adjusted himself, taking great care to act as though he was hefting some major wood. "Those senoritas need some of this," he said. "I am but supplying an important service to brighten their lives. After all, many of them come to Cabo to play." "And you like to convince them that you are the best ride in all of Disneyland. You're gonna wear that thing out," said Jaime. Make sure you keep putting a coat on it or your gonna end up with a teeny weeny and a dose of the clap." "I must remind you of a few things. Suburban house wives don't bring STD's with them. Most of my amigas haven't fucked anyone but their husbands in years. And I don't wear a coat in bed. I want to feel every inch of their sweet little pussies." "You're betting they're on the pill?" "It's their choice, he said as he waved in hand in a non-committal way. "If they are, we can enjoy some nice sport fucking. If they're not, they can take my bambinos home with them." The men at the table howled and ordered more beers. Jaime watched the waitress walk away from the table, appreciating the suggestive sway of her hips as well as Cabo Wabo's wait staff dress code. He turned to Ricardo and asked, "You make many American babies?" "Mmmmm, many I think" said Ricardo with a satisfied smile on this face. "Maybe I send two or three women home with a little Ricardo in their bellies every year." "I'm throwing the bull shit flag on that," said Jaime. "You doubt my word!" said Ricardo, feigning rage at his friend's disbelief. Jamie pulled out his wallet and slapped a hundred dollar bill on the table. "It's yours if you can fuck one of the ladies at that table by the window – and deliver photographic proof. " Ricardo checked the table by the window – He saw Maria, Sandra and Sherri, just off the plane from Cincinnati and grabbing the first of too many drinks before they went to their condo. He pointed at Sherri and said, "That one?" "No, she looks a little too easy. No ring on her finger. Try the other blond." He pointed at Sandra. She was the most conservatively dressed of the three and seemed a little nervous. "You've given me a challenge. I'll take the bet only if they're here for a week. If they're just weekenders, not enough time." He dropped his own hundred dollar bill on top of Jaime's and covered it with his beer mug. Felipe picked up both bills and pocketed them. "I'll be the banker," he said knowing that in a few weeks the money would bankroll a night on the town for the three of them, regardless of the outcome of the bet. Ricardo excused himself from the table and walked over to the ladies and introduced himself. Sherri was intrigued. Sandra was wary of this very handsome Latino. Chapter 3: The introduction "My name is Ricardo and you three are obviously turistas," he said with a smile. "You must allow me to escort you around my city." "We would love it," said a smitten Sherri. "Wait a minute," said Sandra. "Wasn't this supposed to be a girls only week at the beach?" Maria just gawked at the handsome stranger. "Ahhh, the beach!" said Ricardo. "I will pick the three of you up in an hour. Go to your hotel and put on your tiniest bikinis and I will take you to the nicest beach –no tourists, no crowds, just a place where us locals hang out." Maria was wary. "You expect us to go off with a stranger?" "My apologies," said Ricardo. "Here is my card. I operate a tourist service her in Cabo. If you wish to find your own way, the direciones are on the back of my card. Be there in an hour or I will be so disappointed to not spend the afternoon in the accompaniment of three such beautiful ladies." He smiled again, bowed and walked away from the table. When he was out of ear shot, all three ladies burst into school girl giggles. "Should we do it?" said Maria. "Absolutely, he's such a hunk," said Sherri. A hesitant Sandra waited a few seconds as both her friends waited for her opinion. "OK, if we make our way there by ourselves, we're safe and he's a tour guide so we can probably ask him about the best places to go." They high-fived each other, picked up their bags and made their way to the condo. After they donned their beach wear, Maria and Sherri looked at Sandra in disbelief. "Why are you wearing your mother's bathing suit?" said Sherri. "It's all I have." Sherri pointed to the small bikini that Maria was wearing and then gestured at her own much smaller bikini. "You're our friend but you look like our chaperone. We'll have to find something for you that's a little more....not 1950's." "We don't have time. I'll wear this for now. Can we just go?" Sandra was a little annoyed with her friends. Chapter 4: The beach and the bikini They arrived at the beach and found Ricardo. He gave each of them a Pina Colada, smiling at Sherri and Maria. When he saw Sandra, he frowned. "That is a bathing suit and it will not do. You must get some sun while you're here and you are so"... he searched for the right word..."so covered. Drink your pina colada and I will take you up there and we will find you something more suitable for a vacation at the beach." He pointed to a row of small shops on the road to the beach. All four of them chatted for a while as the drinks were consumed. Ricardo turned up the charm. He was amusing, friendly, fun and he gradually turned most of his attention to Sandra. She might be a bigger challenge than he thought. When the drinks were gone, he led them over to the beach front bar and bought drinks for Maria and Sherri. He needed to separate Sandra from the herd, a necessary step he had learned in order to seduce a woman. Together, they would protect each other; getting one alone would lower her defenses. "Come with me," he told Sandra as he grabbed her hand. "My friend owns that beach wear store right over there. We will ask her to help us find something that more suitable for Cabo San Lucas." The place was only a hundred yards off the beach and Katie, the owner, greeted them warmly. She spent the occasional weekend with Ricardo when he couldn't find other female companions. She knew his game well and sized up Sandra as possibly his next conquest. "My goodness," she said, looking at Sandra. "Where did you get that thing? That suit of full body armor?" She walked around Sandra, inspecting her closely. "You have a very nice body under all that. You should show it off." Sandra blushed. Ricardo said, "A nice, tasteful bikini...what do you suggest?" Katie went over to one of the rack and pulled off a turquoise suit and held it out. "It will highlight her blonde hair." Sandra looked at it. "It's so small." "That's the idea, dear. Try it on. The bottom ties at both sides. The top ties at the back of your neck and the center of your back. Easy on, easy off!" "i...I can't...I" "You will look magnificent," said Ricardo when he saw how easily he could remove it. "You must at least try it on." "Yes," said Katie. She leaned forward and whispered in Sandra's ear, "That black box in the changing room? It contains an electric razor. I suspect you might need a little trim...you know...below." "Ohmigod," gasped Sandra as he took the hangar and headed for the changing room. Ricardo and Katie watched her retreat. "Cute little thing," said Katie. "You planning on banging her?" Ricardo smiled and adjusted himself again. "Very nice ass, don't you think?" "Fucking lamb to slaughter" snorted Katie. She walked over to the changing room and asked through the door, "How's it going?" She could hear the buzz of the razor. "Good" Sandra stuttered. "Do you mind if I come in and see how it fits?" "OK" Katie opened the door. Sandra was tieing on the bottom. Shehad trouble with the top. "Turn around and I'll tie it behind your neck. Lift your hair." Sandra did as she was told and Katie snugged it up. "Look at yourself in the mirror, you're quite the sight. You'll have all the boys coming around!" "Oh, I don't think I can go out in public showing this much!" The bikini showed more of her breasts than it covered. The bottoms were almost not there. "What a naïve little bitch," though Katie. "She's probably never had anyone really come on to her. Ricardo will have her pants down before midnight." "Nonsense, it's perfect. Besides, you're on vacation. No one from home will see you. Let it all hang out!" She looked down and frowned. "We're going to have to do a little more with that razor, though. You're going to have to completely dethatch before you'll look right. She handed Sandra the razor again and told her she would ring it up while she played 'beaver barber.' Sandra stood there with a nervous expression as Katie turned and walked out of the room. She hesitated for a second before she headed toward the front. When she heard the razor's buzz, she knew she had a sale and Ricardo was probably going to get a little something tonight. Ricardo looked at her quizzically, not fully understanding her expression. She gave him a naughty look and held up her index and middle finger in front of her mouth. She wiggled her tongue in and out. He smiled. "This will be on your personal store account?" she asked. He nodded. "You planning on jumping her bones tonight?" He smiled again and signed the slip. "When you get tired of amateurs, come see me," she said. "A man must have his fun, he must have a sport he enjoys." "Still sport fucking little innocent wifeys. One of these days an angry husband is going to shoot your sorry ass." Sandra came out wearing the bikini. Ricardo gulped. Her body was perfect, much better than it looked in that old bathing suit. His palms itched, he wanted to feel her nipples digging into them. She noticed his stare and suddenly felt over exposed and nervous. At the same time it excited her to know she could hold the attention of this handsome Latino. "Perfecto!" he said. He grabbed a beach cover up and handed it to her. "Come with me now. You will make your friends very jealous." As they left the shop, he looked back at Katie and winked. Chapter 5: The seduction begins "Ohmigod, you're still as sexy as ever", screamed Maria. "I always envied that hot bod of yours!" Ricardo smiled. "She is still so modest.' He turned to her and said, "In order to get some sun, you must take off that beach cover up. Let your friends see you in your new bikini." A suddenly nervous Sandra looked around and saw they were away from most of the other people on the beach. Very hesitantly she removed the cover up. "Whoa, big time model stuff!" Exclaimed Sherri. "You still have the boobies of an 18 year old!" "Sherri! Don't be so gross!" said Sandra. "You have beach blankets over there,: said Ricardo. "Please stretch out and get some sun. Go in the water, if you please. You'll find it refreshing. I'll get us some more drinks." The ladies trotted to the waters edge and waded for a few moments before they settled in on the blankets. Ricardo return with a tray of pina coladas and a bottle of sun tan oil. All three women 'oiled up' as they consumed their drinks. Soon they were face down on the blankets, drowsy from the sun and the drinks. "Sandra, you have no oil on your back. Your pale skin will burn," said Ricardo. He poured some oil down her spine which caused her to squeal. He began rubbing it in with a very practiced hand, glad that he was wearing baggies. The softness of her skin and the disturbing curves of her body excited him. Sporting that much wood in front of his potential conquest would definitely scare her away. Sandra found herself enjoying his touch. No man other than her husband had ever touched her and she liked the roughness of his slightly calloused hands as he worked the oil into her back. It was oddly exciting but very safe out here in public. She gasped when he untied the strap across her back. "Don't get him or you'll be exposed," he whispered. "Just be sure to tie it back before you run into the water or you'll...." "Show your boobies to the world" hooted Sherri who had been watching the whole thing with envy. She was starting to realize what was going on. Ricardo is going to take a run at her, she thought, but he's gonna strike out. Sandra is such a home body she probably doesn't understand what he's up to and she's certainly not the type to get a little something on the side. Maria jumped up and said, "Last one in the water!" She began running the few feet to the water's edge. Sherri was just a few steps behind. Sandra started to jump up and realized her top would fall away. Quickly she dropped back down. Ricardo laughed and retied her top. "Go to the water with your friends," he said. "I must go but you will have to meet me for dinner tonight at Cabo. Here is the address." He handed her a card. "Six tonight. All three of you will be my guests. Be there or I shall be very disappointed and wear your bikinis, we will go for a midnight swim afterwards." Sandra joined her friends in the water, almost glad for the added sense of modesty it gave her. She asked her friends if they should meet Ricardo for dinner. "We want to see a lot of Cabo," she said, "and, so far, we've just been here." Maria reminded her that they would have never found this great beach without him. "and besides, he said we would be his guests. That means he's paying for dinner. I'm OK with that!" Sherri said he might have a handsome friend or two to keep them amused. A little extra-curricular flirting on vacation wouldn't hurt any of them. "We'll go then...be there at 6?" Sherri said, asking for group approval. "Absolutely" the other two agreed. Chapter 6: The seduction continues It was almost 5:00 so they jumped in their car and drove back to the condo. Three women sharing a bath and a half meant a solid hour and a half of confusion as each jockeyed for position. Showers, hair, make-up; it was all done on the share system. Just one shower and two mirrors slowed them down but they soon tumbled out of the place and hurried to Cabo Wabo. Ricardo already was there with his friends, Jaime and Felipe. They were seated at a corner table and drinks were immediately served – another round of pina coladas. "I took the liberty of ordering these for everyone," said Ricardo. For the next round, let me suggest Modelos, a truly fine beer.?" Sherri immediately took an interest in Jaime. Maria, nervous at being a married woman on the town with three strange men, made nervous small talk with Felipe as Ricardo focused on Sandra. Felipe was a silver-tongued devil, though, just like Ricardo. After a few more drinks, all three ladies were relaxed and enjoying themselves. Ricardo and friends knew the drill, though, and soon began "separating the herd." Felipe and Jaime dragged their women onto the dance floor, leaving Ricardo alone at the table with Sandra. He moved closer, talking with her from just a few inches away. He was close enough that should could feel his breath on her face when he talked. He spoke quietly, forcing her to stay close to hear him. Almost unnoticed was the occasional fleeting touch. First her shoulder, then her side. Soon he had his hand between her shoulders, quietly massaging that space just below her neck. The drinks and the long day had served to lower her natural defenses. His touch felt good. "Let's dance." He whispered. "Huh?" she had been so lost in the moment that it took her a second to understand his suggestion. He grabbed her hand and led her to a corner of the dance floor. A few fast dances were followed by a slow dance. She started to head back to the table but he pulled her tom him, wrapping his hand around her waist. "I'v e been talking with your friends and they've told me some of the most remarkable things about you," he whispered into her hear. She shivered at the sensation. "What did they say?" she asked. "Later, manana, maybe," he whispered, pulling her in tightly. She was molded to his body as they swayed gently to the music. Her head rested on his shoulder. Sherri and Jaime were several yards away but she was watching her friend closely. Jaime looked over and thought the $100 was truly in Ricardo's pocket. "Hmmmf," snorted Sherri, "Dance floor fucking." It was just a wise crack, though. Sherri never suspected Sandra would spread her legs for some Latin Lothario. Sandra was feeling very warm. The married woman voice in the back of her head was warning her that it was time to pack it in and get back to the condo. Another voice, though, was telling her to relax and enjoy the evening. "A little harmless fun flirting with this man – my last fling before I go home and start making babies, she thought. She relaxed and smiled up at him. Ricardo smiled back, confident that he could have his way with her, maybe not tonight but certainly before she left for Ohio. He let his hand drop dangerously near her ass, not enough to frighten her but enough that he knew she was still wearing that bikini he had bought for her that afternoon. "Hey Ricardo, come join us," yelled Jaime. "We're going to the bar down the street, better musica!" Ricardo looked over at the four of them and smiled. The separation of Sandra from her friends was almost complete. "Uno momento!" he said. "We will finish this dance and be with you soon." Sandra Meets Her Lover But it was several more dances, enough so that Sandra had forgotten her friends had left without her. It was only then that Ricardo made his move. Chapter 7: The seduction succeeds, Sandra falls "Quick, you must come with me and experience la verde sol." "What's that?" she said as he grabbed her hand and dragged her past the bar and toward the door. "Dos," he said to the bartender, showing him two fingers as he hurried out. The bartender, an old friend, nodded and tossed him a couple of cold Modelos. When they reached the parking lot, he said, "The green sun. You can see a green flash just as it dips into the sea." Sandra was still wearing her tiny, tied on bikini with a loose dress pulled over it and flipflops. It was as brief a bathing suit as she had ever worn and she was still uncomfortable with it, even after a day at the beach and a few hours at the bar with her girl friends and this man, Ricardo, their guide. Her husband would be shocked that she had agreed to so little cover and angry that she was letting this tall Latino drag her to the end of the pier. "I ought to be back in the condo with my girl friends," she thought. They reached the end of the pier and he sat down, dangling his legs over the side. He patted the space next to him and whispered, "Sit! Aqui, Aqui!" He never looked at her, just stared at the rapidly sinking sun. As she sat down, he twisted the tops off the Modelos and handed her one. "Ahora," he said softly and pointed toward the horizon. The sun was perfectly split by the ocean and dipping below the horizon rapidly. She saw it, a brilliant green flash just as it disappeared. "Wow." She took a sip and when she started to drop the bottle to her lap, he put his hand on the Modelo and tipped it upward. "Drink to the sun! You must drink the whole bottle like this!" He tipped his own bottle and chugged its contents. She laughed then allowed him to hold the bottle to her lips as she tried valiantly to drink it all. Half of it spilled down her neck, soaking her dress. She screamed at the shock of the cold beer on her warm skin. She jumped up and began plucking at the fabric, trying to pull the suddenly clammy cloth away from her chest. "Oh, no! We must clean you up. Here, we'll drop these bottles off at mi hacienda and dry that top. Then I will see you home safely. I live just there." He pointed toward a small house on a hill about 200 yards away. Small, almost silent alarm bells went off. She found Ricardo to be too attractive and she was pleasantly high on a little too much beer and an exciting day on the beach. "Time to go home and make a baby with my husband," she thought. Her husband, though, was almost 2000 miles away and this darkly handsome and potentially dangerous Latino was here. A sensible woman would have fled. He was dragging her down the pier before she could complete that thought, though, and it was quickly chased away by another one. "I need to wash this cover up and get it dried before I go back to the condo. I can't let my friends see me all beer stained." They reached his house and he tossed the empties into a trash can near the door. Escorting her into his house, he helped her pull the dress over her head. "My laundry is in here." He pointed to a door. "Go out on the deck and enjoy the night. I'll join you in a moment." The Modelo was stronger than she thought. She staggered slightly as she slid the patio door aside and walked into the cool night air. She felt dizzy. "Here," he said, handing her another beer. His sudden appearance startled her "No, I couldn't. I've had too much." "Just hold it then, take a sip if you get thirsty. She looked around. There was a broad wooden table against the wall. It looked old and well-used. "What's that for?" she asked. Her knees buckled and she leaned forward, steadying herself with a hand to his chest. She felt slightly flushed and left her hand on him a few seconds longer than necessary. "Cuidado," he said as he picked her up by the waist and sat her on the table. "I fish a lot and this is where I clean my catch. It's my gutting table," he explained. He smiled, a nice smile she thought – a nice smile from a kind man. He was smiling though because this was where he planned to strip her naked, have his way with her sweet little body, possibly impregnant her and send her back home, gutting her marriage. He leaned forward. His face was much too close to hers, she thought. She leaned back, bracing herself with her hands. It was a subconscious move that thrust her breasts forward and gave him access to her body. "You must tell me something. Your friends say that your husband is the only man you've ever been with . . . the only man you've ever even kissed. I can't believe that a woman as desirable as you has never experienced another man." She blushed, embarrassed by both the compliment and the vulgar suggestion. "It's true," she whispered. "He was my boyfriend all through high school. The only man I've ever been wi...dated." "What a shame. You must do something. You're on a vacation. Before you go home and start making babies, you must do one wild and crazy thing. You must kiss another man." He leaned closer, tilting his head to the side. "Oh, my God, he wants me to kiss him," she thought. He moved closer. "OK," she whispered. She gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "There," she said but with not quite the finality that she intended. It was more of an expectant whisper. "No, no, senorita. That is a kiss such as you give your father or your brother. It must be a kiss such as you would only share with your lover." He placed his hands on her face, cradling her cheeks and holding her still as he covered her lips with his. She froze, he held the kiss. Her heart was pounding. She needed to get away now, run all the way back to the condo, wherever it was from here. She needed to slap him. Instead, she found her lips softening, then parting slightly. She wasn't kissing him, she thought, just waiting for him to finish. She felt his tongue tracing her lips. It felt electric. He pulled back. "There, like that" he said softly. She was sitting at the edge of the table, her legs slightly parted and he was standing in that very intimate space between her thighs. She could feel the heat of his body caressing her thighs and warming her belly. She was uncomfortably aware of his cock which was hard and disturbingly large. She was trying desperately to catch her breath, to swallow, to clear her head. Still dizzy from the beer and the unexpected intimacy of the kiss, she impulsively put her hand on the back of his head and pulled his mouth to hers. "This is the kiss of lovers," she thought. It was a long, open-mouthed kiss. A deeply passionate melding of souls that she had never shared with her husband. Sex with him had always been mild-mannered and proper. She suddenly felt like a wanton slut and liked the feeling. Still, she had no intent of having sex with him. He was sure, though, that within minutes he would have her stripped naked on his gutting table. He would soon give her that most intimate of kisses, taking her clit between his lips and make her come for the first of many times tonight. His hands were on her waist. He slid his left hand up to the back of her neck where her bikini top was tied. He broke the kiss and began nibbling on her ear, moving downward toward her neck. As she tilted her head back, offering the soft pulse of her throat to him, he gently tugged at the knot. It came loose, held in place precariously by a light film of sweat on her breasts. . As he nuzzled downwards, it fell away slowly. The cool night air hardened her sensitive nipples. She gasped as she realized that she was naked from the waist up, exposing her breasts to only the second man who had ever seen them. Her hands curled up into small fists but she did nothing to stop the very pleasant feeling that was sweeping through her. He sucked a nipple into his mouth. The heat radiated from her breast directly to her pussy. She was becoming incredibly wet. In just a few seconds, her cunt had opened so wide that the cloth between her legs disappeared into her depths. Almost against her will she found herself pressing her breast harder against his mouth. It was a reaction that told him that her body was now his to do with as he pleased. Even if she did not yet realize it, she had surrendered her body to him. He would soon know the most intimate parts of her and she would deny him nothing. He moved to capture her other breast, leaving one nipple shiny and glistening from his spittle. No longer shy and reluctant, she eagerly offered her other breast to him, pulling his head tighter. "This is going even faster than I hoped," he thought. He had planned on taking several days to turn this woman into his moaning, sex-crazed bitch and send her home with a brown Mexican baby in her belly. It had only taken a few hours, though, and she was ready to spread her legs and accept pleasure from another cock. He found the ties at either side of her hips that held the bikini bottom in place. As he worked his way down her stomach, she collapsed backwards, now supported only on her elbows. He pulled the bikini away from her cunt, catching the musky fragrance of her dripping wet sex. "Lie down," he hissed. She collapsed backwards, covering her face with her arm. She knew what he was about to do and it was something she had never experienced before. Although she was frightened by her reactions and shamed by her willing wantoness, she spread her legs farther apart, giving him total access. She felt his tongue exploring the sheath that had covered her clit. Instinctively she spread her legs wider, curling her toes over the edge of the gutting table so she could thrust her hips upwards to meet his attack. He captured her clit with his lips and began lashing it with his tongue. It sent a supercharged jolt through the core of her body. She had always made love with her husband quietly with scarcely a moan. Tonight, she shrieked loudly announcing the beginnings of her orgasm to anyone within a hundred yards. He reached up with his hands and caught her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. He began twiddling them as he ate her expertly. Her hips began to flex, rising and falling against his face, urging his tongue to explore deeper into her hole. As her first massive orgasm surged through her, she covered his hands with hers and mashed down hard as she bucked her hips, trying to take his whole head into her pussy. She suddenly realized that she had just experienced her first orgasm. Ever. Ricardo smiled. Another gringo bitch had succumbed to his charms, and was giving up something that only her husband had ever had. It was time to claim his prize. He wanted to fuck her face, first. She had fantastic dick sucking lips he thought but knew that should come later. She was sexually naïve, surprisingly so for a woman who had been married 10 years. He stood up dropping his pants to the floor. Sandra was still on her back, trying to catch her breath. What she had just let happen was wrong and she was ashamed of herself. Trying to convince herself that she hadn't cheated on her husband, she sat up and looked down at Ricardo's rock hard cock. If she let him penetrate her, she would be a cheating slut. With a sharp cry, she wrenched herself away and ran into the living room. He smiled as he watched her sweet, naked ass. He knew she wouldn't go far. In a few moments, he followed her. She was lying on the couch, softly sobbing into a pillow. He sat down next to her. "It's OK," he whispered. "Catch your breath and I'll see you back to your hotel." She felt the warmth of his hand on the small of her back. She twisted once to shake it off. He pressed harder. "Shh," he said. "Relax. I'll get a blanket from the bed room and cover you." He didn't move though. His hand softly stroked her back. When he felt the tension melt away, he slowly began covering more of her body. Soon he was stroking that sweet, naked ass. He leaned forward and whispered into her ear. "Let me make you feel better." She shuddered at the warmth of his breath and sensed his hand was beginning to probe for that sweet spot between her legs. Almost subconsciously, she moved her knee aside, giving him access to her still dripping wet pussy. She felt his middle finger slowly sliding down her slit, gathering moisture as it traveled ever nearer her clit. She could hear herself moaning but the sound seemed to be coming from another person, far away. When he reached her clit, and started massaging it with slow lazy circles, she gasped and pulled her knee forward, giving him free access to a spot that only one other man had touched before. Ricardo smiled, satisfied that there was no fight left in this woman, no desire to protect her wedding vows. Soon the only thing that she would desire, even beg for, was his cock. He penetrated her with two fingers and she arched her back, forcing this manual stimulation deeper into her cunt. He had always believed he had a special talent for finger fucking his women and it showed. He brought her closer and closer to another orgasm. As he sensed her about to explode, he backed off and started anew. Four times he brought her to the edge and four times he stopped. It left her a gasping, panting sexual animal in desperate need of relief. He lifted her ass upwards with his fingers still deeply planted inside of her and positioned himself between her now wide spread legs. She felt his cock probing. He liked to take his women slowly the first time, savoring the depth and warmth of fresh pussy. She struggled to come to her senses but his sexual ministrations had ended any chance that she would be able to stop him. Ricardo was positioning the monster cock that was about to invade her depths. He was an extra large, stretching a magnum rubber to its limits when he chose to use one but it wouldn't be tonight with this woman. "This cowboy is riding bareback tonight," he smiled at himself as he made the bad joke for the hundredth time. "No," she said in a voice that could hardly be heard. Ricardo heard it, though. She was doing nothing to stop the act. Her legs were still wide open and she could feel the point where his cock was in intimate contact with her pussy. One slight push and he could easily penetrate her. "No,' she whispered again, but did nothing to escape. Instead, she held very still, waiting for penetration. He put his hands on her hips and flexed. The tip of his cock was now enveloped by her pussy lips. She grunted and closed her eyes. "No," she whispered again, her head turning away. It was a last plea directed to herself to remain true to her husband but she knew she was ready to be fucked. She knew she wanted Ricardo to bring her to another orgasm. Holding her ass in place with his huge hands, he slowly eased his cock into her causing little yips of breath to escape from her as he claimed his prize inch by inch. When she felt his balls resting against her ass she knew that she had violated her wedding vows and her husband's trust. She also felt another orgasm building. He held himself in that position for a few seconds. "Do you want to come again? Do you want me to fuck you?' "Fuck me, fuck me now, just don't come inside me," she pleaded. Fuck was a word she had never used before, it had always sounded so dirty. Right now, though, it seemed to be the right word to describe what was about the happen to her. She used it because to sounded so dirty. He began fucking her in earnest, long deep strokes delivered at an angle that gave him maximum penetration. He knew he was penetrating her more deeply than her husband ever had and would soon be depositing his sperm high up near her womb. Her first orgasm hit her quickly and she almost passed out from its intensity. He slowed his pace, waiting for her to come around. When he felt her hips start to move again, he quickened his pace. He felt several small orgasms – he could feel her inner cunt muscles quivering, trying to milk him of his seed. A last massive orgasm overcame her and he unleashed a flood of sperm deep in her belly. Before she left a week from now, he would have her mouth and her ass, two virgin sites he was sure. As easy as she was to fuck and as hard as she came, he might even be able to convince her to try a threesome with his friend Rodrigo, the bartender. It would be nice to see her with a cock in her mouth and another in her ass. "Rotisserie sex is good sex", he thought. As Sandra came down from her massive orgasms, there was something she knew. He had come inside her, deep inside her. She was pregnant. Ricardo had beaten her husband to the punch. She was ashamed, embarrassed at what she had let happen. She also wanted more. He picked her up, and deposited her on his bed. He stood over her for a moment, admiring her gorgeous body. She looked at him shoulders to hips and back. With a shy, tremulous smile, she extended her hand, inviting him to bed and another round of sport fucking. He smiled as he settled in behind her spoon style. He decided he would take her anally tonight and call Rodrigo in the morning. To be continued