The Bombona man
Bombona: Spanish for gas bottle
Bombon: Spanish slang for stunner or sexy woman
Warning: this is a cheating wife and BTB story! There is very little character development, and no attempt is made to explain the behaviour of the wife. I have placed the story in the 'Loving Wives' category because as yet (and still!), there is no 'Unloving or Cheating Wives' category in Literotica. You have been warned!
© go4itnow
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Our first holiday abroad! One year married and we finally managed to save enough money to have the honeymoon we never had following the wedding itself. We had managed to borrow a friend's apartment in southern Spain for two glorious weeks. Two weeks of sun, sea and hopefully sex. And even perhaps a shot at starting a family, although my husband had been non-committal about that. Only that's not how it turned out! At least it did for me, Sally, but not for my husband James.
It had all the makings of a great holiday. We'd both been busy with high powered jobs and well, the break couldn't come soon enough. James had promised me that he would be able to use the Spanish he had learned at school and that there would be nothing to worry about. Even though I had done Spanish at school to a decent level, I didn't let on to James. I wanted to let him impress me. So much for that! At the airport James had a chance to show me that he could speak some limited Spanish, but he managed to flunk it. Then again could he manage to order a taxi? No, it was me who had to do it. And the final straw was trying to find the apartment. Surely James would try and impress me with some basic asking of directions in Spanish? No, you've guessed, I had to step in. All in all, I was not impressed.
Having spent the first day looking round and getting our bearings we awoke on the second day to a knocking on the apartment door. Through my sleepy haze I eventually realised that the noise was not a dream and that someone was really hammering on our door. Oh my God I thought what time is it? A quick glance at my watch showed it to be 10am, so not early and the heat was rising. I looked at James only to see that he was fast asleep. So, I slipped out of bed naked and threw on yesterday's thin cotton dress and padded to the door, where upon opening it, I found a rough shaven man waiting expectantly.
He looked to be around 40 years old, about six foot tall and reasonably athletic looking, standing as he was in shorts and flip flops, together with an orange t-shirt. He was quite dishy, and I found my mind pondering what goodies he had tucked down his baggy shorts! My musings were interrupted by him making a noise to bring me back to reality and as I looked into his eyes, I realised that he was staring at me. Staring at this scantily clad woman whose body I realised was fully on display since the morning sun was directly behind me shining through a large window and was nicely showing my naked form through the thin cotton!
Blushing furiously, 'Se?' I enquired in my rusty Spanish and the man smiled upon hearing my attempt at his language. At this point he launched into full and rapid Spanish, which left me floundering until I caught the word 'bombona'. Ah I thought that means gas and then amongst his gesticulating and pointing I realised that he had come to change our gas bottle that the gas stove used.
"Tú hablas español?" (Do you speak Spanish), the man asked, probably more in hope than in expectation and I was forced to reply, "No, solo un poco" (no, only a little). At this point the man's features softened a bit and he said, "Oh okay, you had me fooled though, your accent is very good."
I smiled and told him that I had learnt some Spanish in school, but that had been over 15 years ago, to which this sweet man told me that it couldn't have been 15 years ago, I was much too young! I laughed at his compliment and then noticed that he was looking at me with lustful eyes, no doubt taking the opportunity to again look at my body through my near transparent dress. Realising that James could wake any moment, I showed him where the gas bottles were kept, and he told me he would fetch a replacement. Before I could nod, he scurried off and within a minute reappeared coming up the stairs with a huge gas bottle over his shoulder. It was as if the bottle weighed nothing, which I knew wasn't the case since James had tried to move one before and he got nowhere trying to lift it. My Bombona man as I thought of him, had no trouble however and soon dropped it down and unhooked the old one and reattached the new one.
"There, all done, Miss.."
"Mrs actually I'm married" I smiled whilst waving my marriage rings at him.
"Okay, all done Mrs..."
"Harris, my name is Sally Harris" I told him unnecessarily. Why did I just tell him my name?
"Okay, third time lucky. All done Sally."
"Thank you...?" I asked, again unnecessarily.
"Carlos, my name is Carlos, and it was my pleasure to see you, I mean help you."
Again, I noticed that he was looking more at my body than he was at my face, but I smiled to myself. It was nice to feel appreciated by another man.
"Well thank you Carlos, thanks for your help, it was nice meeting you."
"You too, let me know if you want me to come back and help with anything else at the apartment. Anything at all."
The implication was clear in what he said. He was being deliberately sexual in his suggestion. But then I couldn't really blame him, seeing me in my near transparent dress. I did feel obliged to say however, "But I am married and well.."
"That's up to you. I don't see that as a problem. I will be back in two days at around two pm anyway, so if you are here, well we can see.."
With that he smiled and left, leaving me feeling flushed and sexually aroused by this complete stranger. As I closed the apartment door, I heard James calling, "Who was that darling, I thought that I heard voices?"
"Oh, it was no one, that is, well it was the gas man come to change our gas bottle."
"Oh, I see. Did you manage to speak to him okay, I mean with the language barrier that is?"
"We managed fine, just fine thank you. He thought my limited Spanish was very good. A lot better than yours that's for sure."
"Okay, okay, I admit I might have exaggerated about my level of Spanish."
"You think? Anyway, it doesn't matter, I'm starving let's get some breakfast."
We went out and found some food and then headed on to the beach. The weather was glorious, and I had the chance to wear one of my new bikinis. When I stripped off on the beach, James was suitably impressed by my new beach wear. As we lay soaking up the sun, so it would appear were plenty of other men, who through my partly closed eyes I noticed were checking my toned body out.
The day passed quickly, and we both had a great time both in and out of the sea, just unwinding and being on holiday. That evening we found a wonderful taverna and had a superb meal overlooking the sea. When we eventually returned to the apartment, James took my hand and led me to the bedroom where we made love. It was pretty good, although I didn't manage to orgasm before James spunked into the condom and then quickly fell asleep!
I lay there still sexually alert and as my hand drifted down to my clit and I slowly stroked myself, my mind was suddenly filled with visions of Carlos lying by my side. In my mind he was working his fingers into my sopping gash whilst at the same time stimulating my erect clit. By the time he covered me to mount me I realised that I was indeed thrusting several of my fingers deep in my slick channel whilst diddling my sensitive nub. My orgasm hit me, just at the moment that Carlos drove his big cock deep into me and I cried out 'yes, take me Carlos, I'm yours'.
As I lay exhausted, breathing heavily and slightly shocked by my thoughts, I brought my fingers to my mouth and licked my sticky secretions. The smell and texture were things I recognised well. I was fertile and possible close to my ovulation time. This set up another chain of thoughts as I imagined Carlos taking me without protection, driving his big cock right up my fertile cunt, no barrier between his Spanish wriggling sperm and my poor defenceless married little egg. I hadn't realised that I had been stroking myself again, but just at the point that my imaginary lover inseminated me, I orgasmed again and called out his name, 'Carlos, oh Carlos, yes my love'.
Wow, I thought a double orgasm and such a naughty thought as well! I had no idea why or how Carlos had crept into my consciousness, but he had obviously been there in my subconscious brain. I smiled to myself that I had achieved such a spectacular orgasm, not once but twice and I drifted off into an uneasy sleep.
Both James and I woke at the same time in the morning. It was another late one and we slowly got ourselves ready for another day on the beach. The day passed without incident and after another wonderful meal that night washed down with much wine, we both flopped into bed and promptly fell asleep.
The next day I pondered which other bikini to wear to the beach and sought the help of James. "Which of these should I wear today do you think?" I showed him three different ones, and, in the end, he went for the red string tied skimpy ones that left little to the imagination. When I had it on, he said;
"Wow, you look fantastic in that Sally. Every man on the beach will be drooling."
"Thank you, I thought that you might like it."
True enough on the beach I noticed a string of men unashamedly looking at my body as I lay in my very small bikini. When the time drifted round to 1pm, I found my mind thinking about Carlos again and the fact that he said he would be calling at around 2pm today. Without any rational thought I sat up and said to James, "I thought I would pop back to the apartment and pick up some lunch things is that okay with you?"
"Yes sure" said James, "but you don't have to do that, I could go."
"No, it's okay I want to go" I almost shouted with unnecessary venom, "I won't be long."
