Por Gringo y Chica. Gracias por su paciencia. Le espero que ambos disfruten de.
I would like to thank LunaEroticaMystica for her invaluable insight, inspiration, and editing talent.
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Marisol listened to the soft rustle of the palm leaves in the morning breeze. She rolled over, turning her face from the wall to the window. The soft morning light and the slight breeze made the open window look like a post card to paradise. She loved coming here, to Costa Rica. Her husband Paul scored them a last minute trip just around Valentine's Day. For the past three months she had been pulling long days at work, completing projects that came due around the holidays. Now was her downtime, her present, her trip to paradise.
She lay there in bed alone; hunger probably drove Paul to search for food. The small resort they were staying in would make his search easy. Restlessly rolling onto her back to stare at the ceiling fan, she wondered what was in store for them today. The door gingerly opened. Paul was trying to be quiet. His wife looked over at him.
"Oh Mari, I thought you would be still asleep. I brought you breakfast in case you wanted to lounge." He revealed a tray of various fruit, muffins, a big slice of ham, and her drug of choice, coffee.
"Thank you" she said, sitting up to receive her tray.
Paul placed it next to her, planted a kiss on her cheek and lay down on the foot of the bed.
"I was thinking we could join the van trip to town today." Paul fished for her, affirmation.
"Sure, what time?" Mari sipped her coffee.
"In ten minutes."
"Enjoy going stag." Mari quipped. She knew her husband's humor. "So what time really?"
"Noon, which is in 3 hours. So no rush." Paul smirked.
Paul looked over at his wife. He could tell she was exhausted from the efforts of her job. The last few months had been tough and they hardly saw one another. That "spark" she normally had was not there. He was determined to make his wife relax and enjoy herself on this trip. She was really a beauty. He shut his eyes and dozed off.
The first thing he fell in love with was her eyes. Like most Moreno women she had beautiful brown eyes, but Mari had eyes that Paul noticed across a busy room. They were big and expressive and unlike many women, she knew the proper way to accentuate them with eyeliner and shading. Paul knew she spent time on her eyes and eyebrows, but he did not know that was what she used to reel him in. They dated, moved in together, married, and never looked back in regret. Now they were "forty-ish" and secure. Mari finished her breakfast and put the tray on the nightstand. She noticed Paul was asleep. She crawled over to him and kissed his cheek. He did not respond. She got up and drew a hot bath. She had to shave her legs. Despite the work burn-out fog that she was navigating in her head, she was NOT going to town in a sundress with anything less than smooth skin. She added her own special bath foam. The mango and melon scent flooded the room. Easing into the warm water, Mari closed her eyes and relished the peacefulness. Her mind wandered. She was too tired to be horny, but her mind thought to a fantasy she had let slip to Paul.
She wanted to be made love to by Paul and another man. She loved her husband, but something about having two men and two cocks focusing on her drove her curiosity and desire. She imagined Paul taking her from behind with his hands on her hips pulling her ample ass to him. She bit her lip as she thought about his thick, hard cock thrusting into her in a steady rhythm. Mari reached down into the warm water. Whenever she thought about this it turned her on. She had to touch herself. Her fingers started rubbing her clit. But, Paul would not be the only man in the room. Another man would be lying in front of her. She would be pleasing him. He would moan with pleasure as her tongue traveled on his shaft. Her tongue would lap the head of his cock, and then her mouth would engulf it. Her body would move slightly as Paul pumped her. Mari kept rubbing, her body squirming as her orgasm built like an ocean wave. Her fantasy put her on her back. This time, Paul was off to the side of her head, sitting low on his knees, his cock red, swollen and loaded. Mari kissed his cock's swollen head, took it into her mouth, her tongue engaging it in a lustful French kiss. Her second man was taking her Missionary. Her legs spread wide by his strong arms. His cock also was sliding in and out of her pussy. His grunts alluded that he would be coming soon. Mari parted her lips, inhaled deeply, held her breath, then exhaled, letting loose a slight sigh. Her fingers were bringing her to her own private climax. In her fantasy, her second man came first. As all men do, he sped up, his pelvis moving as fast as he could muster, thrusting deeply into her. He moaned loudly and pulled out. Mari brought her full-bodied legs together, sandwiching his cock. It was hot and wet with her juices. He shot his load. The first burst landed on her breasts, the second on her belly, and the third drizzled down her thigh. Mari felt the tingling. It fell onto her like a wave while she was lying on sand. Her fantasy had Paul coming last. His cock swelled, filling her mouth. "Oh Mari", his voice trailed off, silence before a loud moan. Hot cum shot from his cock filling her mouth. Mari swallows and lapped up every drop until Paul's cock is too sensitive for it to remain. Mari came. She let loose a series of short breaths and sighs. "Mariiii." Paul said in a soothing voice. Mari relaxed against the back of the tub. She opened her eyes. Paul was leaning against the door frame of the bedroom. "Feel better babe?" he asked with an all knowing look on his face. Mari blushed from being caught.
Paul fished. "Can I offer you some breakfast sausage?"
"No thanks." Now it was Mari's chance to smirk.
"Ok, then I'm going to get more coffee, want some?" She nodded.
Marcus picked up the clipboard from his aunt.
"So far we have six going to town, but maybe hang out for a little bit to see if you can get 8." She told him.
"Yes ma'am" he chimed.
"How did that massage this morning go?" A slight smile came to her lips.
"Fine." He said, holding up a small roll of American dollars. "She really enjoyed." What Marcus left out was how he had earned such a large tip.
His early morning customer wanted her massage after her morning walk. She was an attractive Rubenesque blonde in her 50's on vacation with girlfriends, all of whom were not morning people. She came to the second floor veranda of the main house. The ocean view was breath taking, except when Marcus did a massage. The veranda could be made very private with a few well-placed, recycled sailboat sails used as drapes. The morning sun made his outdoor massage studio an oasis above the beach level. It was very private to the side, but exposed to the sun, sky, and clouds. The seashore sound of waves could be faintly heard as well. As she lay on the table, Marcus worked his magic. After an hour, his client smelled of lilac massage oil and was barely awake. Marcus covered her up in a sheet and began cleaning up. Most of his clients ended up this way. He stepped behind a screen in the back of the veranda hiding the sink where he washed the oil from his hands, and refilled the items on this supply tray. After he was done, he went to check on her.
"Are you doing fine Ms. Lee?" he asked.
"I feel amazing Marcus." She mumbled. Her voice was hard to hear since her face was down in the face hole of the table.
"Can I get you anything?" he asked.
"Actually, there is something. Can you help me get up? Your hands were too good."
"Certainly." He stood next to the table, took her by the hand and helped her sit up.
"Thank you. My, you are strong even after an hour of working on me." She smiled.
"Well, I've done this for two years now and it helps get me through grad school." He proudly stated.
"I love seeing such a hard working young man like you. I worked my way through grad school too." She smiled.
Marcus was swift enough to know this woman was used to getting what she wanted.
