It all started at a birthday party for one of my daughter's friends. They were in the same class, and I took my daughter over for the party. I went up with my little one, carrying the present she had picked out and wrapped herself. She rang the doorbell; I heard yelling inside, and the door opened, and there stood a little Mexican girl.
"Marcy!" the little girl screamed, hugging my daughter and then dragging her inside the house. The door opened wider, and a beautiful Latina woman stood there. She had nice, smooth, glowing skin, light brown hair down in loose waves, and an amazing figure. She was wearing a yellow sundress. She smiled at me, and it lit up the place.
"You must be Marcy's dad. I'm Lily's mom, Maresol," she said with just a trace of an accent.
"Mark," I told her, reaching to shake her hand. Instead, she swept me into a hug.
"Lily talks about Marcy all the time. It's so good to finally meet you," she said. Her breasts squished nicely under my chest; they were pretty great, but I am a married man. She let go and ushered me in, saying, "Come in, Mark; the kids are playing outside. Not everyone is here yet. Would you like something to drink?"
"Just some punch or whatever," I said, following her through the decorated living room into the kitchen. There was a bowl of punch, and she ladled some into a princess cup as the doorbell rang. The girls screamed and ran for the door to see who it was.
Maresol smiled and went to the door. "You can put the present on the table," she said on the way out. More classmates, then some family—cousins, aunts, and grandma—arrived. I hung around but was getting ready to leave when Maresol came back in the kitchen and asked, "Can you stick around? I need a hand."
"Sure," I say. I had no plans; my wife was working and the older daughter was out doing her own thing.
She smiled at me again and went to organize the party. I trailed behind and checked her out. She had a great figure and an amazing ass. I watched and helped a little to herd the kids around. I stole glances but was entranced by the way her breasts bounced in her dress. I may be married, but a sexy lady is a sexy lady. I think she caught me a couple of times but just smiled. The kids got going on a game, and she came up and grabbed my hand. "I need some help getting a box down from the top of my closet," she whispered in my ear.
"Sure," I said, "no problem."
She led me in, not letting go of my hand, and took me upstairs. I have to admit that watching that ass go upstairs was quite the sight. She took me to her room.
It was nice and big, with a king-size bed, a makeup table, and a sliding glass door that led out to a patio. The curtains were open, letting in light, and we could see the party. She took me over to her walk-in closet, opened the door, and took me to the back.
"That box up on the shelf," she said, pointing.
I slid past her, her breasts brushing up against me. They were very ample. I turned to face the box and started reaching for it when she grabbed my ass. I stopped; she didn't.
"It's so firm. Such a nice ass," she said.
"Thanks," I said. It wasn't the only thing getting firmer. "But you know I am married."
"Sorry," she said, giving one last squeeze and letting go. I don't think she was sorry.
I reached up again; this time her hands slid under my shirt as it rose up. Rubbing my chest felt good.
"Maresol," I say concerningly.
"Sorry," she says, but she continues rubbing me. "My husband is always out of town working. I miss a man."
"I can understand, but you need to stop," I tell her. I'm not sure if I mean it.
She takes her hands off me. I reach up for the box again, and as my hands close on the sides, I feel something under my shirt at the small of my back. My shirt starts to rise, and I realize she is licking my back with her tongue. She works her way up, and I feel something else—warm and soft. Two somethings. It came over me that her breasts were pushed up against my back with no covering. Her bare breasts followed her tongue up my back. I am frozen, stretched out, hands holding this box while a hot Mexican licks my back and rubs me with her boobs. I am definitely firm now.
She gets up to my neck and starts kissing it. And then she pushes my shirt up over my head and continues to kiss my neck, then nibbles my ears. "Feels good, doesn't it?" she asks.
"Yes, but I...we...," I stammer out.
"Just enjoy."
Her hands slid around down to my penis, which was fully erect at this time. "It seems like you are; it feels so big."
"But ...We...."
Her hands slid into my pants and grabbed my dick. "It is big!"
I never thought of myself as well-endowed, but if she likes it, who am I to argue? Her tongue starts to slide back down and around. I have this stupid box in my hands. And she spins me in the closet, never taking her tongue or breasts off but using her hands on my hips to spin me around. Her mouth licks my chest right in front of me; her hands go to my pants, and she shoves them to the floor. My rock-hard dick springs free, and her mouth goes down and engulfs it.
"Oh," I blurted out. It feels fantastic. Her mouth is amazing. Sucking just right, her tongue playing along my shaft, her hands grabbing my ass Her head bobs up and down. "This...I...," I stammer out, but she continues.
Her head comes up, and she rises a bit. Now my cock is between her two lovely tits. "You like it?" she asks.
"But, I"
"It feels good. Relax. Go with it," she says before putting her lips back around my dick.
I can't lie; she is the best. My wife tried, but she just isn't into sucking dick. But this woman is great. She continues sucking for a minute, then puts my dick back between her boobs. She uses her hands on my ass to guide my boner between those awesome orbs.
"You like it. I can tell. Just say stop, and I will."
And then my cock is back in her mouth.
I contemplate saying stop, but what comes out is, "We...you...me... I... don't...stop."
She just hears "don't stop" and redoubles her efforts with her mouth. Her hands on my ass are pushing and pulling me, so I am practically face-fucking her. I feel it bubbling. "I am going to cum," I whisper.
And this makes her go harder; if it was great before, it's better now. She sucks, and I blow. Squirt after squirt of hot cum blasts down her throat. She swallows every drop. I am working harder than I have in years.
"That's good," she says. "You taste delicious."
"Thank you," I stutter out, "but..."
"Shh," she says, standing up. I finally saw those perfect breasts; they are amazing. A nice even color with fat nipples. I stared; she stood, but her hands never left my body, sliding up my back to my arms, to my chest, and then back down, taking hold of my semi-stiff cock.
"I see you like my tatas," she teases.
"They are nice."
"Follow," she says, leading me out by my dick.
I was hoping she was naked, but she had just pushed her sundress down. My pants around my ankles, I shuffled out, her hand gripping my dick, leading. This box is between us.
"Put the box on the bed," she tells me without letting go.
I do. Her grip tightens, and she slides up and kisses me hard. I guess I tasted myself; it's not bad, and with my hands free, I could push her away. But it felt great, and I am human. So we kiss, her hand on my cock, the other in the box. Suddenly, I feel something on my wrist and hear a click. She lets go of my cock and shoves me onto the bed. As fast as she can, she has my right hand handcuffed to the bed with fuzzy pink handcuffs.
"This isn't funny," I say.
"No," she replies, pushing my shirt off my left arm so it's on my right cuff on the bed. While she pushed my shirt off, she cuffed my left hand to the bed, too.
"Now it's my turn."
