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Hot Salsa
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Hot Salsa
I've been married three years a love my wife, Annie, very much. In
addition to being my best friend, she's a great lover, and has the most
incredible body I've ever seen. Her long, blond hair, ocean-blue eyes and
lean, firm frame never fail to turn me on.
Being a one-woman man, I never miss the variety of the single scene. One
night stands depress the hell out of me. I have always been a faithful
husband, desiring only Annie-until her old college roomie came to town.
Magdelena had shared a dnbm with Annie at UCLA years ago. This was the
first time I'd ever met Mags, as Annie called her. I'd seen photos of her, and
she was definitely hot.
Magdelena was tall and dark, of Spanish blood. She had long, wavy black
hair that hung to her waist. Her tits were plump and round, and she had the
longest racehorse legs I'd ever laid eyes on. But it was her eyes that
captured me in her spell-smoky, sultry gray almonds with flecks of gold.
Annie made the introductions, then went into the kitchen for snacks,
leaving Mags and me alone. Mags gently took my hand, and I felt a jolting
surge of electricity as she gave it a subtle squeeze. She looked directly into
my eyes and teasingly licked her lips. She placed my hand on the upper curve
of her tits above her low-cut blouse and said, "My pleasure...I hope."
All through dinner, I couldn't take my eyes off of her. As she and Annie
reminisced, I closed my eyes and imagined what it would be like to ram my meaty
rod into her spicy-hot cunt. I was so involved in my daydream, I hadn't
noticed Annie calling my name. She shook my shoulder.
"Hon, Mags dropped her napkin. Be a dear and get it."
I said okay, and they continued talking as I climbed under the table.
Once I found the napkin, I took a quick peek between Magdelena's legs and was
surprised to find she had nothing on underneath her short skirt. I could
barely see her glistening pussy amidst her dark, coarse pubic hair, but she
must have known I was looking because she spread her legs wider, giving me a
full view of her rosy clit and her pink hole.
When I climbed back up, Annie and Mags were both smiling. Magdelena took
the napkin and winked.
For three days I suffered, knowing that Magdelena was always around. She
was staying for a week, and I wasn't sure I'd make it. She never failed to
come out of her guest room in the morning wearing something seductive, and
whenever we were alone in a room, she always made sure to sit with her legs
spread wide enough for me to see she wasn't wearing any panties. Once she even
slipped her fingers into her cunt, then licked her juices off.
Nights were even worse. I found myself unable to sleep, fantasizing about
Magdelena while Annie slept soundly beside me. One night I was so restless, I
got up and went to the kitchen for a beer. I stood drinking it in the dark,
looking out the window above the sink. When I turned around, Magdelena was
there, naked. I must have looked pretty stupid standing there with my mouth
open and a beer bottle in my hand. Mags just smiled and came over to me. I
don't know what came over me then, but I forgot all about Annie and went crazy
on Magdelena's bouncing tits. I groaned as I sucked hungrily at her soft flesh
and her succulent, erect nipples. Her body was warm and had a musky animal
odor that drove me wild with desire.
She slid down my body until she was on her knees and gently pulled down my
briefs. I closed my eyes as her soft mouth took in the length of my rock-hard
cock. She sucked me slowly and rhythmically. I looked down and saw her
lipstick marks on my shaft as she teased the head with the tip of her tongue.
"God, I want to eat your pussy. I want to fuck your hot, creamy cunt 'til
you scream."
She smiled and nodded, and I lifted her, setting her gently on the
counter-top. She parted her legs wide, and I dove into her hairy pussy. My
tongue moved crazily over her pearly clit, and she squealed as I plunged in and
out of her slit. I wanted to taste every inch, every crevice of her cunt.
Magdelena's juices were hot and spicy, like salsa. Not at all like
Annie's candy-sweet cream. I sucked every drop of Magdelena's dripping cum as
she climaxed. My tongue and lips felt the warm flush of her tangy jism as her
pussy muscles grasped for my cock.
I lifted Magdelena and moved her onto the oak dining table. I leaned over
her and slipped my throbbing cock into her pulsating hole. Her pussy walls
grabbed hold of my rod, and I built up speed, pumping her faster and faster as
she ran her red nails down my back. I ground my cock deeper until her cunt had
all but swallowed my shaft and balls.
Faster and harder I drove my cock home until I couldn't hold it any
longer. I buried my face in her luscious tits to keep from screaming aloud as
my thick load of cum shot into her in jolting spasms that shook my entire body.
When we were through, Magdelena got up and kissed me tenderly. Then,
without a word, she went back to her room and closed the door. I sat and
thought for a moment before going back to bed. When I got back, Annie was
sitting up in bed ... smiling.
"I was hoping the two of you would finally connect. After all, this is
Mag's last night here."
I couldn't believe my ears! Annie wasn't mad at all about my infidelity.
Instead, she seemed relieved-and very turned-on. I found out why when the door
opened behind me and Mags came in.
Still naked from our encounter, Magdelena smiled. She passed by me and
climbed right into bed beside Annie. Then, to my surprise and delight, she and
Annie began to kiss and fondle each other.
I stood there like an idiot as they stretched out on the bed and dove at
each other's muff, 69-style. I was invited to join in, and we spent the rest
of the night fucking, sucking and licking in and incredible tangle of thrashing
bodies.
Mags left the next day, but she promised to return in the summer for two
weeks. I can't wait-and neither can Annie. Oh, I still only love one woman --
my wife -- and I don't ever plan on having sex with another woman-except
Magdelena.
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