This is a true story that I have kept quiet for a long time now. I will change the names but I assure you, it happened and, in some ways, is still happening from time to time.
A while back I had met a young woman in her mid 20's. Her name is Darlene. She is a Latina beauty with a typical Latin shape and a fiery Latin personality. She was a friend of my wife, Tammy, as I was then married but not very happily.
I first got a look at Darlene's charms while at the beach. She wore a pink leotard, under a wrap as a swim suit that day. My wife Tammy went to find something for lunch, and Darlene went to enjoy the water. When she left she tossed the wrap on the sand by our towels. Soon I watched as she came out of the water, and the show was glorious.
When she got back to the towels she asked, "So where is everyone? And what are you grinning about?".
Not wanting to let on to my good luck and her appearance right away I simply replied, "Running around somewhere I guess." as my eyes traveled up and down her body. I could see her nipples clearly. She had large beautifully shaped breasts that moved as she walked. Her dark bush was showing through the thin wet, material of the leotard and I could even see her pussy lips when she stood close.
After a few minutes she noticed my wandering gaze and got suspicious. "What are you staring at?" She asked.
"That leotard isn't made for the beach. Not if you're trying to hide anything." I told her.
She looked down at herself and gasped. "Can you see my foofoo?"
I laughed at that (foofoo???) and nodded a yes.
She stood there in front of me without trying to cover up and then asked, "What about my nipples? Can you see them too?"
"Of course, I can see everything you've got." I laughed.
Darlene then dropped to a sitting position and looked around nervously. She looked at me and asked, "Do you think anyone else saw me?"
After looking around the crowded beach for anything obvious, I told her, "No one is watching you, but I don't know. Maybe."
She seemed satisfied with that and rolled over onto her stomach. As she lay on the blanket in front of me, her ass was revealed in all it's smooth round glory.
She looked over at me and smiled. "Enjoy the view while it lasts, you dirty man. When my suit dries, I won't be going swimming again any time soon."
"Too bad" I mumbled, just loud enough for her to hear.:
I enjoyed the view while she dried off in the sun. My wife returned, but never saw Darlene wearing the wet leotard. And I never mentioned it to her at all.
That evening when Tammy, Darlene and I got home, Tammy went into the bath and took a shower right away. Darlene wanted to rinse off in the guest bathroom, so I told her, "Go for it. You know where it is. And there are towels in the hall closet."
10 minutes later Darlene came walking out of the bath with a towel held up in front of her. Not wrapped around her body, just held up in front. The towel, blocking my view, as she spoke,
"I'm going to get Tammy's hair dryer." She said as she walked into my wife's and my bedroom. As she turned and walked away, she dropped the towel and showing me her fantastic naked ass, and from an angle, the hint of her uncovered round breasts for the first time. But that was it. She came out, once again covered with the towel and went into the guest bedroom.
A few minutes later I smelled a familiar odor of pot, coming from the guest room.
Now I don't partake in pot smoking, (well not often anyway) but I figure it to be something that others do and I don't usually object to it. But normally I would think that it's something someone would ask permission to do before they light up in someone else's house. So, I got up and went to the guest room door. It was ajar so I peeked in.
Darlene was lying on the bed nude, on her stomach, with a towel draped over her butt. She was smoking a joint. She looked great.
"What are you doing?" I asked trying to sound serious.
"Relaxing" she replied, looking over her shoulder at me. "Why do you want some?"
I just watched her for a few seconds, trying once again to take in as much of her nakedness as her position and the towel would permit.
Suddenly I had an idea. I hurried to the den and grabbed my camera.
Going back to the guest room I showed her the camera. "This will make good evidence when I turn you in someday." I said.
Pointing the camera at her I snapped a picture. She just smiled.
"OK, you got your evidence, now here's one for you, when you're jerking off when Tammy's not around." Then she pulled the towel off and tossed it aside. I was shocked, but still smart enough to snap another picture of her gorgeous ass before hearing Tammy come out of the bath.
I admit, the picture did come in handy, more than just a few times. And once again, the incident remained a secret from Tammy.
After that day, nothing happened for quiet some time, and it was never mentioned by either of us while Tammy and I were together.
Soon Tammy and I began talking seriously about a divorce. It was strange because we both knew that we cared about one another, but that neither one of us was happy being married. Sex between us was great. We had some hard times, but we still, to this day, love each other. We just said agreed it was over one day and she packed up her bags and went back east and I stayed out west. We finally filed and got divorced a year later. We remain friends to this day.
Darlene was still a mutual friend and lived about a mile away from me.
Darlene would call or come over to my new apartment every once in a while but nothing sexual occurred between us for some time. Yet that leotard and the towel incident stuck in my mind and my fantasies.
One morning, I had left the front door unlocked, and Darlene came over early. I woke up to the smell of her cooking breakfast. She brought it in to my bedroom, wearing a light summer dress and looking sexy as hell. She sat down on the bed as I ate.
When she first came in my room, I noticed her gaze was on the noticeable tent that sometimes pops up in my sheets when I wake up in the mornings.
As I ate my breakfast Darlene reached over and touched my hard cock through the sheets and started to stroke me. I just sat there with a fork in my mouth and a red face.
"No man should have to stay hard like that when a woman is around to help him." She said in a sexy whisper.
I was stunned, but very happy about her newly expressed view of the world of men and women relations.
As she pulled down the sheet, I lifted the plate of food to help. Soon I was lying there in my bed, my mouth full of omelet, and my cock buried in Darlene's warm, wet, and very skillful mouth.
As her tongue played up and down my shaft, she rolled my balls with her hands.
She stopped just long enough to look up at me and say, "This is mine now. Nobody else gets to touch it but me and you."
I reached down with my free hand and ran my fingers up her leg and under her dress. She shifted her body and spread her legs for me. I found she wore no panties, and her pussy was hot, moist and open as my fingers explored her body for the first time.
"And that's yours, any time you want it." she said. And then she returned her attention to my now throbbing cock.
That's how we finally got together.
We started dating and instantly became constant lovers. I tell you, sex with Darlene was like no other sex I had ever encountered. She just loved to fuck. Every position and anything we could think of. She would come over to my apartment at night, knock on the door, and when I answered she would step inside and start to strip. Often times I would follow her to the bedroom and enjoy the sight of her shapely naked ass heading for my bed without even a word passing between us.
Darlene is 5'4" of hot woman. Her 36C breasts would wobble around on her chest with each hard thrust I delivered. Her olive skin is flawless. She has a small black bush, but is not really hairy. I like a little hair down there anyway. Oh, and that ass would make any Latina proud.
We were together for a year when things started to change. Darlene started to get very jealous of other woman around my apartment complex. She never accused me of cheating on her but she always had some comment to share when another woman was at the pool or in the laundry room.
"Who is she? Do you know her?" She would ask.
Once at the pool she saw a girl with blond hair and average figure coming up out of the water. I made the mistake of glancing her way.
"You want to fuck her don't you?" She said loud enough for the girl to hear.
Usually I just blew it off as Darlene being herself and didn't think too much about it.