Passion desire Lust

Chapter 16



“Where did you meet her?” said John.

Dick looked over to where Conchita was standing with John’s and Greg’s wives. She was dressed in a simple white sleeveless dress and barefoot. The dress was loose around her, but as soon as she moved it formed around his curves. He knew she had a white thong and a white lace bra under. He had been in her room when she got dressed. He had held back his want to bend her over the bed and take her right there and then.

“In Bogotá.”

“Nice, if I ever divorce Angelica, I will go there and find a replacement,” said Greg.

John and Dick had been friends for many years. They had met at a construction site where they were both apprentices. A year later, Greg, a big black man had come on the site and the three of them had found that they had many things in common. The main thing, and maybe the biggest was their love for fucking. Greg’s wife was a petite woman with dark hair and a body like a coke bottle. John’s was the exact opposite, tall, blonde, and with huge silicone breasts. Where Angelica was quiet and intellectual, Donna was loud and funny. Even though their personalities were so different they got along very well. When their husbands asked them if they would be interested in Swinging, they both said yes without a second thought. The first time they changed partners John and Greg were disappointed. It turned out that the women found each other and while the men masturbated in John’s leather sofa, the two women licked and kissed each other to one orgasm after the other. When they finally stopped and let the men fuck them, neither had much juice left. Since that day they would meet once or twice a month to share their partner. Dick and his ex-wife had joined them after a couple of months. At first, everything went fine, but after a while, Dick noticed that his wife wasn’t into it anymore, and a week later they had split. Since he didn’t have a steady partner, he stopped going to his friend’s place, but with Conchita, she thought he could get back into it again.

“Do you think she is ready?” asked Greg.

“I don’t know, I guess time will tell. I do know she is horny, but she has an internal struggle, where one part says it is OK, but the other tells her she is sinning.”Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

John took a long look at the Latin beauty and said, “I think we would be better off with her just watching the first time. Tell her after dinner what is about to happen and explain to her she only has to watch and not join in.”

Greg nodded his head in agreement, and Dick said, “I think you are right.”

From across the room, Conchita stole a glance towards the three men standing around the bar. Each held a glass of whiskey and their heads were close in conversation. The man called Greg was huge. She had seen big men before, but Dick’s friend was frighteningly big. When he had shaken her hand it had disappeared completely and he was almost seven feet tall. His wife, standing next to Conchita was like a doll. She barely reached above Conchitas boobs, and she couldn’t phantom how this little woman could handle her husband. Donna on the other hand fit right in with her husband. John was of medium height and had blonde hair tied into a ponytail. He was dressed in jeans with a big belt buckle. On top, he had a white shirt and a tanned west. Donna was about his height with a narrow waist and rounded hips. In the beginning, it was hard for Conchita not to stare at her boobs, they were so big. She had never seen a woman with enhanced tits and wondered how they would look without the support of a bra. She remembered Carmen from her village, she had enormous breasts also, and when they would go down to the river and bathe, her boobs would just hang down to her belly button.

“What do you think about Texas so far?” said Donna.

“It is beautiful, and so much open space. Where I come from it’s all rain forest and mountains.”

“Greg and I went to Costa Rica last year, he wanted to do some deep-sea fishing, and one day we took a trip into the jungle, and I remembered it was so humid I could hardly breathe,” said Angelica.

“You get used to it after a while. Sometimes missionaries would come to my village and they would sweat and complain for a couple of weeks, their bodies became accustomed to the heat.”

“What do you do back home?” said Donna and offered Conchita some more wine.

“My family has a small farm, and I tend to the animals.”

Donna put down the bottle in the ice bucket. Conchita was one of the most beautiful creatures she had ever seen. Her skin looked golden in the light and soft as silk. Her simple dress made her look even more sensual. She didn’t wear any makeup, but her lips were naturally reddish and her eyelashes were long. Donna had been with a few women in her life, starting when she was studying at Texas State, but never in her life had she felt something like she felt now. One look at Angelica told her she was thinking the same thing. Angelica had hardly said a word, since they arrived, not that speaking was something the petite woman, like to do, but this evening she was even more quiet than usual.

Just as she was about to ask Conchita about her family the door to the dining room opened and a man dressed in white announced that dinner was served.

Conchita had never seen food like what was on the long table. There were fish, meats, and vegetables in large bowls. Dick showed her to a place on his right and the other couples sat down opposite them. When they were seated Dick told the man in white he could retire for the evening and come back the next morning.

During dinner, they talked about local politics and the construction business in general. Conchita was surprised by how up-to-date Donna and Angelica were on their husband’s work. In her village, the women tended to the house and the children while the men worked. She had never heard her mother or any other woman giving suggestions to her father or a man on how to manage the farm or the animals. Donna and Angelica gave several suggestions and ideas which their husbands seemed to appreciate. She liked it and thought how different her country was from Dick’s.

“For how long are you staying here?” asked Angelica.

“I had planned a week, but I might stay longer if Dick is OK with it.”

“I’m sure he is,” said Donna with a grin.

Dick finished chewing. “The thing is, her parents think she is in Bogotá working.”

“Oh, what a bad girl you are Conchita,” said Greg.

Conchita felt how her face blushed. “It’s just that my parents are old-fashioned.”

“I think a woman should do what she feels like when she feels like,” added Donna.

“I agree, but in my culture women don’t do that. We do what our fathers or husbands tell us to do. Especially in the villages, but I suppose women in the big cities are more liberal.”

When they had finished dinner the two couples walked out on the terrace and Conchita helped Dick clear the table and make coffee. When they were waiting for it to finish Dick cleared his thought. “Conchita, I need to tell you something. Don’t overreact, just listen.”

He leaned against the sink and Conchita came up to him. “You can tell me anything,” she said with a smile.

“Greg, John, and their wives are swingers.”

“What’s a swinger?”

“They have sex with each other”

“What? Greg and John are gay?”

Dick laughed. “No, what I meant is that they have sex with the other wife.”

“Oh, OK, and why do they do that?”

“It’s a lifestyle. Many people do it.”

Conchita thought for a second. “What about you and your ex-wife?”

“We did it.”

“And now you want me to do it?”

“No, no, you don’t have to. I just wanted to tell you what was going to happen.”

“Can I watch?”

Dick chuckled. “Of course you can, honey.”

They put the coffee cups on a tray which Conchita carried out while Dick picked up a cognac bottle and snifters from the bar.

“I have talked to Conchita and she is Ok with watching,” he announced after he had poured the dark liquid and served it.

“Great, let’s finish the coffee and then move into the den,” said Greg.


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