Surprise Gift

I met Rosita while on vacation in Mexico. Although my business is successful enough that I could afford to visit pretty much anywhere in the world, I liked Mexico best. I'm not Hispanic, but my dark hair and complexion, as well as fluent Spanish, let me blend in and not be treated so much like a gringo tourist.

I selected a modest mom and pop style bed and breakfast this time, run by a local family. I always rise early at home, and vacation was no exception. I pulled on some well worn chinos, a loose work shirt, and simple sandals.

I wandered downstairs, and found no one else yet awake. I decided to let myself out the back through the kitchen and take a walk before the heat of the day began. The sights, smells and sounds of the area caught me up, and before I knew it an hour had passed. When I returned, I let myself in through the back and was startled to see a young woman there, busily preparing some food. She was stunning. I guessed her age to be no more than 19 or 20. Jet black hair caught in a ponytail in the back. A heart shaped face framed deep dark eyes, which now looked at me with annoyance. She spoke to me sharply.

"It's about time you got here! Hurry up, now." She looked at my hands, and scowled. "Where are your tools? How can you fix the oven with no tools?" I stood there like an idiot, frankly taken aback by her tone, but if I'm honest, I was staring at her breasts. She wore a simple peasant blouse under a kitchen apron, but those tits were doing their best to show themselves. High, firm and full.

Long story short, I explained I was not a handyman, and her annoyance turned to mild embarrassment. She insisted I take a seat and let her cook me breakfast. Happy to comply, I watched her move about the kitchen like a dancer, light and graceful, purposeful but somehow elegant. When she placed my plate and poured me coffee, I begged her to sit and join me. At first she refused, but when I insisted, she removed the apron and took a seat opposite me at the small table. I noticed that the blouse exposed her neck and a bit of cleavage, which was graced by a small gold cross on a chain. Her gaze caught my look, and she modestly reached up to button the blouse higher up. I wanted to urge her not to, but refrained. I have pretty good instincts, and when I began a simple mealtime prayer before digging in, a look of approval graced her face.

Well, I didn't succeed in business by not going after what I want. I decided that I wanted Rosita. The price came a little steep. If I wanted to sleep with this lovely girl, I'd have to marry her. Several months of slow courting, careful examination by her family, and one elaborate Catholic wedding later, I was a married man. Rosita was, beyond all expectation, a virgin. Though dutiful as a wife in all ways, for her, sex was more a chore than a pleasure. Blowjobs were out of the question, and when I suggested we try anal, she was horrified. Did I think she was some whore?

After a few months, Rosita announced that she was pregnant. I was delighted at first, until I discovered this meant no sex! To no avail, I argued that there would be no harm to the baby, but Rosita was adamant. Her folklore mattered more than what the doctor said. Fortunately for me, Rosita was both loving and wise. More so than I realized.

One evening after dinner, Rosita announced that a cousin of hers was coming to visit the family, but there was not much room in her relatives homes house for her to stay. I'd built us a large house after the wedding, and I immediately suggested this cousin stay with us, plenty of room. When Isabella arrived, I thought I was seeing double. She could have been Rosita's twin. Huge tits, wide hips, and magnetic eyes very much included. She knew a little English, and it was refreshing to chat with her in my native tongue. I couldn't escape the feeling that she was flirting with me. She would often walk around the house in just a bathing suit top and clinging shorts, and it seemed she liked being looked at. I was surprised when Rosita did not chide her for being so immodest. I soon found out why.

My birthday rolled around, and the entire family showed up. A loud fun party and some late night drinking, a good time all around. I had been staying in a guest room during the pregnancy and by this point Rosita was very heavy. It startled me a bit when I heard a gentle knock, and she quietly let herself in. She was in her usual modest nightgown. She came up to me and planted a soft kiss on my lips. She softly said, "I have a special birthday gift for you,"

My cock practically sprang to life, and I'm sure my expression showed it. She softly chuckled, shaking her head. "No, not that. Not exactly." I didn't know what to think, as she pulled me over for us to sit on the side of the bed. She took my hand and squeezed it. "You like my cousin Isabella, don't you my love?" I wondered how to answer, as questions like that can be a minefield. I simply nodded. Rosita smiled. "She likes you, too. Very much." Oh boy, was I in trouble here?

"You may have noticed that among your presents, there was not one from me, nor from Isabella." I shrugged. "Well, we've arranged something...... special for you." Taking my hand, she rose, pulling me up. "Bella is close to me. We have no secrets from each other. I know this long time apart at night has been hard on you." I started to object, deny, but she put her fingers to my lips. "Hush. I'm not angry. She guessed that being apart for you, and you didn't deny it when she asked. That would have been obvious anyway. Despite all her flirting, you haven't said anything improper, you haven't laid a finger on her. You showed your love and loyalty. Now I will do the same."

Taking me by the arm, Rosita led me out of the room and into the hall. Tugging gently, she took us a few doors down to the guest room where Isabella slept. My wife's delicate hand gently knocked at the door, and a few seconds later, it opened. The room was dim. A scarf was draped over the bedside lamp.

Isabella opened the door halfway, and I could see she was wearing only bra and panties. The creamy white fabric looked like whipped cream against her skin. I felt my wife's hand press against my back, urging me inside. Softly she said, "Enjoy your gift, my love. Good night, Isabella and thank you." Isabella nodded and smiled at my wife, then took my hand to pull me inside, closing the door gently behind me.

Suddenly, Isabella pressed herself up against me and landed a lush kiss on my lips. It felt like jumping into an ice cold swimming pool; my entire body felt the shock. Instinct made me wrap her up in my arms and pull her even closer. She pressed her crotch to mine, as if eager to feel the reaction she'd caused. It would be hard to miss; I was painfully stiff.

She abruptly broke the kiss and dropped to her knees. I felt nimble fingers pulling down my shorts. Her head darted forward, and suddenly my cock was engulfed in her mouth. Pressing forward, I felt the head push into her throat. I gasped when her lips nuzzled the base of my prick. She moaned, and I could feel the vibrations all the way up my spine. She sucked hard, and slowly pulled up the shaft, as if she were trying to draw a thick milkshake up a straw. When she reached the head, she moaned again and began to swirl her tongue in circles around it. This was too much. My hands shot forward and gripped her head on either side. With a grunt, suddenly months of pent up lust surged into her mouth. She sucked eagerly and I could feel her urgently gulping to swallow it all, her tongue writhing around my prick.

She rose to her feet, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. "That's just the appetizer. Let's lie down and I'll tell you about your present" My mind boggled. That hadn't been the present? There was more?

She led me to bed, and while I lay looking at her she unhooked the bra, then quickly slid off the panties. We lay side by side, my now limp cock pressed up against her ample bottom.

My hands began caressing and squeezing her tits, occasionally pinching the prominent dark nipples. She made soft sighs of pleasure.

"I've always been jealous of Rosita. She says you can cum three or four times in one night," As answer, I lightly bit the side of her neck. Her hair smelled of jasmine.

"I'm not quite the good Catholic girl she's always been. I like sex too much... but in a way I am still a virgin." My silence signaled my puzzlement. She went on, "Rosita told me you've wanted her to put it in her mouth, and she thinks that's disgusting." I grunted assent, though I was a little annoyed my wife was sharing such intimate details. "You're so disgusting you wanted to put that stiff prick into her tight little asshole, didn't you?"

I decided to stay silent on this topic. "I have never been with a man I liked enough to do that with. Oh, I read a bit about it, how to prepare, how being relaxed and rubbing the clit makes it easier." She took one of my hands and guided it between her legs. Her silky hair was thick, but I easily found the prominent hood of her clit, and began to toy with it. Bella squirmed, and I enjoyed the way that made her ass cheeks rub against my already reviving cock.

"Have you ever fucked a woman in the ass?" This blunt language was really getting my fires stoked.

I grunted, "Once."

Bella pulled a little away from me, and lay face down on the bed. I ran my hand over her plump firm ass. "Hand me a pillow," she said quietly. She raised her hips and put the pillow under them.. Lewdly, she reaches back with both hands and spreads herself open. "Don't be shy," she murmured.

I didn't hesitate. I grabbed one cheek, freeing it up from Bella's grasp. She slid that hand between the pillow and her crotch and began rubbing her pussy. My fingers wandered up and down the crack, which was surprisingly slick. When a fingertip grazed Bella's tight little asshole, she gasped. "Yes." she said, "Please"

I began to run the fingertip in circles, stopping every few moments to press in a teasing way, as if I were about to insert it, but never quite going in. Bellas breath was getting heavy, and her hips began to twist a little from side to side as the hand under her worked it's magic. Soon she began to shudder, and she cried out. "Now! Please! Put it in!" I plunged my index finger into her asshole, and the resistance was amazing. She was so tight! Evidently she'd put a lot of lube inside, because it kept on sliding until it was all the way in. Bella groaned, stiffened a few moments, and went limp.

I relaxed my hand. I could feel her insides pulsing with my finger, and I slowly began to draw it out.

"Not all the way," she said when only the tip was still in. She lifted her hips slightly and pushed towards my hand. The finger began to glide back inside. When it was all the way in, she clamped down on it with her muscles and giggled, "That was even better than I imagined it would be."