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By Brianb (cusco@uswest.net)

Rosa and I had been married for seven years before the idea of her having sex elsewhere than our marriage bed ever really came up. Both in our early30s, we had an active, varied, satisfying sex life, unlike so many couples that have been married for years. While I am a tall, slim, fairly average looking gringo, she is a stunning Latina from South America, petite with big brown eyes, rich auburn hair, beautiful firm breasts, lush hips and the cutest little tush you could ever want to caress.
Whether at the mall or the beach she turns heads no matter how she is dressed, and I am always filled with pride to be seen with her. Though not a virgin when we married, she was relatively inexperienced, and my very thick, though average-length, dick was the largest that he had ever known.
She works as a departmental supervisor in a national discount chain store, often with odd hours and random days off. One day a new employee started at her store, and when she came home she had to tell me how cute he was. Five or six years her junior, Bernie was slim with dark hair and blue eyes, very respectful and soft-spoken. She seemed to hit it off with him immediately. Later that night, while we were in bed, the topic of conversation somehow turned to her new friend. After a moment we realized that talking about Bernie was getting her very turned on. Instead of being jealous I found myself getting excited thinking about her talking to him as well. We discussed this a little, began fondling each other, and discovered that the more we talked ("Would you like him to kiss the back of your neck?" "Oh, yes, and down my shoulders . . . ") the more excited we became. We ended with over an hour of hot, wet sex, inspired by a fellow that she barely knew and whom had I never met.
We moved to another city the next year. Although she and Bernie had become friends in the intervening time, he was too conservative and respectful to make a move on her and she was too shy to bring up the topic of having an "affair". We had many hot nights inspired by him, however, and poor Bernie will never know what he missed.
It took a while for her to get accustomed to her new store, but she eventually settled in and found her place. Her schedule is arranged so that she closes the store at least one night every week, and then has the next day off. The closing schedule overlaps with that of the graveyard shift crew, who tidy up the store and unload the trucks carrying new merchandise every night. Most of this shift are Mexicans, who prefer the shift premium instead of a normal schedule. Although she always turns heads wherever she goes, these nights one fellow in particular would stare at her, undressing her with his eyes every time that she passed. Jose was short and dark-skinned, very thin and not particularly attractive. She found his constant attention annoying, but he was always very polite and quiet around her so she couldn't really take offense.
Our verbal love play had developed in the meantime, and she had quite a stable of fantasy lovers. Sometimes she imagined that I was one of them, and at other times I imagined that she had just come to our bed after being with one or more of them. She was getting frustrated, however, that they were only fantasies. None of the guys that she was interested in would make a play for her. They all knew that she was married, and evidently believed the common myth that Latin women are forever loyal to their men.
Jose, however continued his visual caresses, and made excuses to work near her whenever he could. She began to enjoy his attention, and although he was by no means the best-looking guy in the store his constant stares told her that she was the woman of his fantasies. He began to enter our fantasies as well, and as I described how he would undress her for real, seeing what he had only dreamed of before and caressing her body with his hands as well as his eyes she would cum in a powerful orgasm. Still, he did not approach her. Her position as department supervisor kept him at a distance, and he was frightened enough of losing his job that he didn't dare try to make his fantasies real.
Finally, one night she worked with him for several hours continuously. She came home completely worked up and practically raped me as soon as she walked in the door. We talked and fantasized and made love for a very long time, and finally I drifted off to sleep.
An hour or so later I felt her getting back into bed. Sleepily assuming that she had just gotten up to go the bathroom I rolled over to snuggle closer. Quietly she whispered, " I called him."
"What!?!" I was suddenly wide-awake.
"I couldn't sleep thinking about it, so I got up, called the store, and asked to speak to Jose. He doesn't know who it was who called, only that a woman's voice told him that she noticed him in the store and wants to meet him tomorrow," she said. I was amazed. She must have been extremely turned on to have been that bold.
"Where are you meeting?" I asked.
"In the parking lot at the mall. I didn't tell him who it was calling, but he agreed to wait by his car at 2:00. What am I going to do?"
My answer of, " Go fuck his brains out" received the smack that it deserved, and we spent the next hour discussing, planning, and making love. She felt that she would be more comfortable bringing him home rather than going to a hotel, so she decided to page me when it was safe to come home. Although I normally work until 6:00 this still seemed like a reasonable precaution.
I got up quietly in the morning to let her sleep, as I normally do on her days off, but as soon as I remembered what was about to happen I was almost overpowered by the urge to go back in the bedroom and wake her to make love again. I continued hard, horny and totally unable to concentrate all morning.
A nice thing about my job is that it is less than 10 minutes from home, and I can have lunch with Rosa if she isn't at work. When I got home she was completely dressed up in tight pants and a tightly cut shirt that showed off her curves, and immaculately made up, smelling of perfume and wine. She was so nervous that she had drunk a glass of wine to calm down, even though her appointment was still over an hour away. We had a little bit of lunch, even though we were both too nervous to be at all hungry.
She was on the verge of backing out, completely embarrassed to be with this guy that she knew almost nothing of but who turned her on so. Everything about the situation went against her lifelong training. Here she was a married woman in her early thirties with a stable marriage and an important position, about to go out with a Mexican guy of lower social and financial status, at least ten years her junior. Most difficult for her to deal with, I think, was that she was initiating their contact. Even though she knew that nothing would ever have happened had she kept quiet she still felt that making the advance made it somehow more improper than if he had started it. I convinced her that she should finish what she had begun, and that she would feel bad if she left him hanging in the wind.
We went our separate ways, I to a totally wasted afternoon at work, unable to concentrate on anything, she to the mall and her meeting. She saw him immediately, nervously waiting by his car, and parked next to him. She almost laughed at the look of disbelief on his face when he realized that his fantasy woman was the mystery caller.
They spoke for a few minutes and decided to go for a walk in a nearby park. They attempted to make idle chitchat as they walked, but both were very nervous. Finally, Jose could stand the suspense no longer. "Why did you call me?" he asked.
"Why do you think?" she responded, and embraced him. She felt herself melting into his arms, as she kissed her first new lover in almost a dozen years. She felt herself flush as she felt his hard dick pressing into her body through their clothes and his hands caressing her back and hips. She was still nervous about being seen, and suggested that they go to the house. Jose got into her car for the short drive, and they kissed again once they were inside. Slowly she led him to the spare bedroom, where they embraced again and began to remove each other's clothes.
She was excited when she encountered his thick chest hair, and thrilled to his touch on her bare skin. Suddenly shy, she couldn't look at his hard dick that she felt pressing up against her stomach. Instead she kissed him again, drinking in the sensations of a new lover with thicker lips than I, lots of chest hair rubbing against her sensitive nipples, the scent of his cologne, and even the reduced difference in height between them, which all emphasized for her that she was with someone other than her husband. She threw back the blankets of the bed and allowed him to lay her back onto it. He climbed in next to her and they continued kissing and caressing. Finally he moved on top and she spread her legs to welcome him into her.
The moment she had anticipated for so long finally happened, as she felt the tip of his dick pressing against the wet lips of her most intimate parts. Slowly, uncertainly, he entered her, and she felt the unknown sensation of a long, slim dick stroking her love channel. He began to move in and out; still not penetrating her completely, and the feel of his cock began to drive her wild. Suddenly he slipped out completely, and had trouble entering again! Finally he was able to enter her again, and they began the dance anew. He was having trouble getting a rhythm up, and suddenly slipped out again. He apologized profusely, and admitted to her that he was completely inexperienced, only 20 years old and still a virgin.
They caressed for a moment, until his embarrassment began to fade, and then she had him lie back. She straddled his body, and reached down to insert his rock-hard member back into her. Slowly she sank down on him, finding that he was longer than she originally thought. She stopped for a moment when she arrived at the deepest point that I had ever reached, savoring the feeling of this new toy, and then continued downward. Finally their pubic hairs met, just as he touched her cervix. The sensation sent a shock through her, and he reacted as well to the touch. Now she began the ascent, slowly drawing him out of her, and then back down. Jose was in heaven, and his hands were roving her body, caressing her curves. She was beyond being embarrassed now, with his eyes feasting on her luscious breasts and roaming down to where his dick was disappearing into her silky pubic hair. Faster and faster she moved, until she began to contract around his dick in a tremendous orgasm.
As she came down from her high she noticed that he looked a little worried. "Are you finished?" he asked.
She laughed and said, "Don't worry. Women can have a lot of orgasms in a row." She proceeded to demonstrate that fact, as she rode him for what seemed like hours. He caught up with her rhythm after a bit, and began to help drive his long cock into her. Every time that he touched her cervix it send another shiver through her body, emphasizing for her the difference between her new lover and her husband of 10 years. The wantonness of the situation, having seduced a lover 14 years her junior added to the power of her orgasms. Finally, she noticed him softening and an additional wetness. "Did you finish?" she asked.
"Yes, a few seconds ago," he replied, embarrassed. She was surprised, as he had made no sound. She lay down on his hairy chest for a bit, with his softening cock still inside her, until he slipped out. Then she lay by his side for a time while they talked. "Why did you call me, Rosa? Doesn't your husband satisfy you?" he asked after awhile.
"Yes, he satisfies me very well," she replied.
"Then why did you call me?
"Because I wanted you," she replied and kissed him. She could feel his cock stiffening again, and pulled him on top of her. Spreading her legs wide she invited him into her again. He was more confident this time, but still more hesitant than she wanted. Finally, when he slipped out again she rolled him over and mounted him again, thrusting his hard, narrow dick into her petite body as far as it would go. She felt the pleasant shock as it touched her cervix, and the feeling spurred her on. Her hands on his hairy chest and his hands on her narrow waist and firm breasts brought her off again and again. She rode him longer this time, until she was sweating and her legs were exhausted. Finally she felt him softening again and knew that he was done.
She was resting at his side for a few minutes when he announced that he had to leave. He was terrified that I would arrive from work early and find him in the house. No amount of cajoling would make him stay, and it became obvious that she wasn't going to be able to explain to him that I knew what had happened, and in fact approved of her actions. Reluctantly she left the bed and dressed to drop him off at his car again.
I got my page shortly before I would have normally left work. I rushed home with a million thoughts rushing through my head, and a painfully hard dick confusing matters even more. I arrived at the house and let myself in, to find her sitting in the dining room. The cat that ate the canary couldn't approach the satisfied look on her face, as her posture absolutely dared me to try to get mad at her. I kissed her passionately, and almost immediately noticed the scent of his cologne still on body.
We sat and drank a glass of pop while she tortured me by recounting in excruciating detail the events leading up to when they arrived at the house. When she described how they kissed, right there in the dining room, she stood up and kissed me as well. Then she took me by the hand and led me into the bedroom, just as she had taken him there only a couple of hours earlier. She led me to the rumpled bed, and the smell of sex was heavy in the air. As we undressed each other, as he had undressed her and she him, I could smell his sperm. Finally, she lay back and opened her legs to me inviting me into that special place where he had been so recently. I didn't hesitate like he did, and instead drove my thick cock into her, filling her the way that her body was asking me to. I came in the cum that he had left behind, and her orgasm was as intense as I have ever experienced.
We lay in bed as she described the rest of the afternoon, and soon I was entering her again. This time she rolled me over and rode me for a time, and I was treated to the same beautiful sight that Jose had recently enjoyed. Finally, her legs were too tired and I had to finish the job for her. Holding her tightly to me, remembering how her legs got so tired, feeling the combined juices draining out of her and soaking me, I pushed up into her again and again until we both came in the strongest orgasm that we had had together in years.

She met with Jose off and on for about a year after that, and his sexual education progressed until he became a fairly accomplished lover. I met him once at a party. Watching him during a slow dance with Rosa was one of the most exciting things that I had ever seen in my life. He was extremely uncomfortable around me, so I was never able to raise the subject of their meetings. He has since moved out of town and out of our lives, never having been able to accept that I knew about and enjoyed their relationship. We are looking for a new lover for her now, hopefully one who could handle being around me as well as her. Wish us luck!