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  Maria was just starting on the pool with her brush. Her shirt was still buttoned but she had rolled up the legs of her shorts, showing off her ass and delighting Barbara. She took a minute to rub herself before returning to the dictionary. She took her pen and started jotting down phrases in her notebook.

  Por favor, quítese la ropa interior (Please take off your underpants)

  ¿Puedo lamerte? (Can I lick you?)

  Puedo tocar sus pechos? (Can I touch your breasts?)

  Cómeme (Eat me)

  She took a few minutes to carefully sound out her phrases and then looked out the window again. Maria was bending over, mixing chemicals in her bucket and Barbara thought she could just make out the edge of her underpants. Barbara decided to take a breather from the notebook and leaned back in her chair.

  She watched Maria as she bent over the bucket and wrung out a sponge with her slender hands. Barbara ran her own hands over her breasts, imagining they were Maria’s. She rubbed her breasts and pulled on her nipples as she bit her lip to keep from moaning out loud. She kept one hand on her breasts as she moved the other into her moist panties.

  Maria had moved around the bucket now, and was bending over facing Barbara. It was almost like she was purposely teasing the governor’s wife. Barbara could see her breasts hanging as Maria stirred the solution in the bucket and fussed with the sponge. Barbara started rubbing her clitoris as she watched Maria working the suds from her wet sponge.

  She sat up in her chair and straightened herself out. She needed to complete her studies if she was going to be able to approach Maria the following week. She picked up her pen, looked at the dictionary, and started to write again.

  Has estado con una mujer? (Have you been with a woman?)

  Por favor me toques (Please touch me)

  Tienes lindos ojos (You have pretty eyes)

  No me jodas (Fuck me)

  She was jotting down furiously in the notebook. Her writing hand was moving faster now than it had been a moment ago in her panties. She was nearly ready. By next Wednesday she thought she would be able to approach the Spanish pool girl.

  Chapter 4

  Barbara was on her third glass of wine when the pool company’s van pulled into the driveway the following Wednesday. She watched from the kitchen window as Juan dropped Maria off and turned the van around, leaving her at the estate to clean the pool. Barbara sat at the kitchen table finishing her glass, giving Maria enough time to get settled in before making her move.

  Maria was wearing Barbara’s favorite outfit. Her shorts were a loose fabric that clung to her shapely ass. She had the telltale button up shirt with the pool company logo on it. Barbara could see the top two buttons were undone but it was early yet. She knew Maria usually waited until the sun was higher in the sky before venturing down to the third and fourth button.

  She looked at her notebook and ran through her list of Spanish phrases one last time. The wine was making her a little fuzzy but she had practiced several times this week in anticipation. Today would be the day – today she would approach Maria. Today she would see her naked.

  She tilted the glass and finished the rest of the wine and watched Maria. She had out her brush and bucket and was walking back to the pool house. Barbara knew she would be inside for a few minutes as she wrestled the pool chemicals from the closet, so she quickly opened the kitchen door and hurried across the pool patio.

  She scampered across the pavers by the pool’s edge and closed the distance to the pool house. She thought about all the times she had watched from the third floor and had observed Maria as she stood at this very spot. She thought about all the times she had brought herself to orgasm just by watching the Spanish pool girl and she shivered to herself.

  In a couple of minutes she would be mine

  She reached the pool house and took a deep breath. With a confident twist she opened the door.

  Chapter 5

  Maria had not heard her at first. She was reaching for a chemical on a high shelf in the closet and was stretching her lithe body to try to reach what she needed. Her shirt had come untucked in the back and the smooth skin of her back was momentarily exposed and Barbara let out a small gasp. Maria heard the gasp before she heard the creak of the door and turned to look at Barbara.

  It was as close as Barbara had ever been to the Spanish pool girl. Up close she was far more beautiful than she had been from the third floor window. Barbara looked into her brown eyes framed by her dark, soft hair and suddenly had a lump in her throat. Maria smiled at her and spoke.

  “Señora?” (Madame?)

  Barbara panicked, forgetting her Spanish. She thought feverishly but standing in from of the beautiful immigrant she couldn’t remember. She took a deep breath and relaxed and it slowly started to come to her.

  “Hola Maria” (Hi Maria)

  “Creo que eres hermosa” (I think you are beautiful)

  The pool girl broke into a broad smile and nodded at her.

  “Eso es bueno, gracias” (That is kind, thank you)

  Barbara didn’t completely understand what Maria had just said to her, but she knew that gracias meant thanks, so she figured she was doing ok. Maria was still smiling at her and Barbara could see she was wearing one of her little sport bras under her shirt. She was suddenly inspired to decided to go further.

  “¿Alguna vez has estado con una mujer?” (Have you ever been with a woman?)

  Barbara was so excited she had blurted the words out and she wasn’t entirely sure that she had gotten them right. Maria cocked her head at her and smiled again but didn’t say anything else. Barbara wanted to make she had gotten the phrase correctly so she stepped closer and repeated it.

  “¿Alguna vez has estado con una mujer?”

  Maria slowly unbuttoned the third button on her shirt as Barbara stepped closer, then the forth button. Barbara could see the young woman’s cleavage now, sweaty and straining the sports bra. She reached out her hands and unbuttoned the last two buttons and slowly slid the shirt off of Maria’s soft shoulders.

  Maria’s eyes never left Barbara’s as she dropped her hands to the bottom of her sports bra and grasped the white fabric. She tugged the bra and Barbara watched with pure delight as her firm full breasts popped out and Maria brought the bra over her head. Finally, after weeks of fantasizing about them, she had Maria’s naked breasts right in front of her.

  Maria’s nipples were small and hard and were jutting out into the heat of the pool cabana. Her areolas were two dark, quarter sized circles that were puckered, beckoning Barbara towards them. Without even fully realizing it Barbara was stripping off her own shirt. She laid her expensive, white silk blouse alongside Maria’s pool cleaning shirt and reached her hands up to grasp the young girl’s breasts.

  Maria gasped at her touch and said something in Spanish that Barbara didn’t fully understand, but it didn’t matter. Barbara had one hand on the Spanish girl’s breast now and had the other on her tight ass. She had been watching her tits and her ass for the last several months, and she needed to see both.

  She needed to touch both.

  She tried to slip her hand in the back waistband of Maria’s shorts but found too much resistance. She continued to fondle the Spanish girl’s breasts and listen to her soft moaning while she moved her hand to the front of her shorts. She covered Maria’s moaning mouth with her own, and was surprised at how much it thrilled her to be kissing the young woman. She felt Maria reciprocate by sliding her own tongue back into her mouth and Barbara realized she was moaning herself.

  Barbara broke the kiss in an effort to focus her concentration back on unsnapping the young girl’s pants. She looked down to see what she was doing in time to watch Maria’s hands reach out and clamp on to her own breasts. Barbara let out a surprised gasp at the feel of the Spanish girl’s soft hands on her breasts. Maria started to grope and massage her and Barbara’s hands became a clumsy mess at Maria’s waistband.

  Maria smiled and continued her vigorous massa
ging of Barbara’s breasts, causing her to squirm and moan. Barbara realized that the young girl had dropped her hands to Barbara’s shorts and before she realized it she felt the warm air of the cabana on her own wet pussy as Maria pushed her shorts and panties to her knees. Barbara looked down to collect her undergarments and Maria pushed her gently onto the pile of pool floats beneath her.

  Before Barbara could collect herself Maria was on top of her, kissing and fondling the dignified woman’s breasts. Barbara moaned and fought with her until she could sit up and she finished pulling the shorts from the Spanish girl’s body. She needed to see her naked.

  She needed to see her pussy.

  She could feel her own pussy throbbing and soaking wet as she was finally able to wrestle the snap at the top of Maria’s shorts. Maria giggled as Barbara gave one last tug and her shorts and underpants came free, revealing her prized treasure. Barbara finished stripping the girl naked without ever taking her eyes off of her beautiful pussy.

  She had a thin strip of neatly groomed, dark hair covering her pussy. It was moist and beautiful and forbidden. Barbara leaned in to smell her and she smelled more erotic than anything Barbara had ever smelled in her life. Barbara got up on her hands and knees, raising her own naked ass in the air. She parted the young girl’s smooth thighs and lowered her head and took a taste. Maria started to moan so loud that neither woman initially heard the hand on the cabana doorknob.

  Chapter 6

  The cabana door was open for a full minute before either woman realized they were no longer alone. It was his breathing that told them he was there. Standing there watching them naked in their embrace had caused him to breath heavy. Both women realized it at the same time and turned to see him standing there.

  Juan was hulking, sweaty and shirtless as he stood in the doorway looking. Barbara looked at him with eyes that were still cloudy with lust and tried to clear her head. She could see the sinewy muscles of the big man and the bulge that had formed in his crotch. Her brain started to scramble for the Spanish phrases she had studied the previous.

  “Shit, I need to tell him to leave, to go away. What was the phrase for that” Barbara thought to herself in a panic. She realized suddenly that the combination of the wine and the pheromones in the cabana were making it hard for her to concentrate. She could see the bulge growing in Juan’s shorts as the phrase clicked into her head and she blurted it out to Juan.

  “No me jodas” (Fuck me)

  “There, that’s it, he should leave now, I just told him to go” Barbara thought to herself, but couldn’t understand why the big man was still standing there smiling at her. She said the command again.

  “No me jodas”

  Juan smiled at her again and turned towards the door. Barbara breathed an internal sigh of relief and turned around to return her head to Maria’s thighs. She heard the click of the door and mistook the locking of the door handle for the opening of the door. She was still so absorbed with her own lust for the Spanish pool girl that she didn’t hear the big man lowering his shorts.

  Barbara had lowered her head back to Maria and was listening to her moan again when she felt his hands on her hips. He picked her up like she was a sack of pool salt and placed her exactly how he needed her. She turned in time to see what he was doing and saw his enormous cock. It was twice the size of the governors, and she realized too late what Juan intended to do with it.

  “Sí, señora!” Juan said as he placed the tip of his enormous organ into her.

  Barbara gasped at the intrusion. She felt a momentary burst of pain but the moisture she had been building over the last hour did its job and she felt the Spaniard’s cock moisten and start to travel unobstructed into her vagina. She felt herself stretching and she gasped as Juan’s cock touched her in places the governor never had. She was panting and gasping and her crazed mind searched for the Spanish word for slow but she only came up with the last words that left her lips.

  “No me jodas”

  Juan smile and grabbed onto her hips as he kept pushing. Just when she thought he would split her open Barbara realized she could feel the knot of the big man’s testicles against her pubis and she knew he was all the way in. He kept himself there momentarily, letting the dignified woman enjoy the sensation, before slowly withdrawing himself.

  Barbara realized she could breathe again as the huge cock was slowly pulled out of her. Her mind was starting to get functional again when she felt hands on her breasts. She looked up into Maria’s smiling face as the naked young girl started tugging on her nipples. Barbara started to moan and writhe and realized that Juan had started pushing forward again.

  “Sí, señora!” she heard him say from some distant corner. Maria continued to tug on her distended nipples and Juan kept pushing himself forward and Barbara heard herself say it again as she started to cum.

  “No me jodas”

  Reclaiming Her

  Sylvia Redmond

  Chapter 1

  “Baby, I’m fucked,” Jake said to me.

  He didn’t look at me when he said it, which wasn’t all that surprising. The times that he did look at me had been few and far between lately.

  “I’m like, royally fucked,” he said, and I started wondering what the difference was between being simply ‘fucked’ as opposed to ‘royally fucked’, although I would have taken either one lately.

  I was looking at the worry in my husband’s face as he sat contemplating his situation. We were seated at our kitchen table having our morning coffee before going off to work, which had been one of the rituals left in our marriage that we did together. Although lately our morning breakfasts had been nothing more than just another boring routine in a stalled marriage.

  I watched him as he got up and paced in our kitchen. He stopped next to the refrigerator and put one of his muscled arms on the wall for support and leaned against it, as if even considering his problem was draining all the energy he had left. I watched the muscles in his arm bulge underneath his weight and ripple the tattoo he had inked on his bicep. I tried to remember the last time those arms had been wrapped around my body.

  “How much money is it you need?” I asked him.

  He didn’t turn to look at me but merely shook his head in exasperation. I watched his thick dark hair move around his face as he did it and I thought about what he had looked like when we originally met. That hair had been almost shoulder length, like most of the bad boys that he had hung around with. I never wanted to see it cut, but once he had it trimmed I actually thought it made him more handsome than ever.

  “I owe three grand by the end of the month,” he said, “but that only covers this month and what I wasn’t able to pay last month. The garage is in the red by about fifty grand overall right now. I’ve got people that owe me money, but I don’t see a way out even if I can collect what is owed to me.”

  My husband had run with a pretty bad crowd a long time ago, but had managed to give it all up before getting himself thrown into jail – or worse. He had started a garage eight years ago, and had managed it with a mediocre measure of success, parlaying part of an inheritance he had received from an uncle who had passed away. Unfortunately for my husband, he had been a better criminal than he had been a businessman, and he had landed on the wrong side of a couple of transactions. My heart ached for him as I watched his livelihood slowly slipping out of his control.

  “Maybe you can get a loan,” I offered to him, knowing as much as he did that it was a bullshit suggestion.

  “Yeah, right,” he snorted, and again he kept his eyes from mine. “Banks are just lining up to give guys like me money. I’ll just walk in there with my tats and my leather and ask for a hundred large. That will work.”

  His tone was acidic and lightly mocking, but I wasn’t altogether hurt by it. Sadly, I was thrilled that we were even speaking at all. With or without the business troubles he was having, he had lost all interest in me. I had started wondering a year ago if he was having an affair, but I arrived at
the conclusion that he was just bored of me.

  We were closing in on ten years of marriage, so we had survived the fabled seven year itch. Although looking back on it now, it was probably around seven years ago when things started changing. I had fallen in love ten years ago with a man who couldn’t keep his hands off of me, and I remembered thinking I would have trouble keeping up with him. These days I could count on one hand the amount of times we had fucked in the last six months.

  “I could cosign a loan with you,” I offered to him, if for no other reason than to give him a reason to look at me.

  His head turned and he did look at me. I was expecting annoyance or boredom, which had been the expressions I had seen the most of from my husband lately. But for a moment I saw a flicker of appreciation in his blue eyes, and it reminded me of the man I had fallen in love with years ago. It was the man I wanted back, but I wasn’t sure anymore if I was still the woman he wanted.

  As quickly as the look was there it was gone and he was staring at the wall again.

  “Thanks, but I’m not sure how much good that’s going to do for me,” he said. “You’re a secretary for a legal firm, not exactly Oprah fucking Winfrey. You’re probably safer at this point keeping away from any loan I’m trying to get.”

  I watched him check his watch and sigh again as he put his coffee cup into the dishwasher. He bent over as he did it and I looked at his ass in his tight, worn jeans. I would have killed at that moment to go into the bedroom and rip the jeans off of him. I would have given anything to have him want to tear the clothes off of me. It was something that hadn’t happened in a long time, and it fueled the tension that existed between us.