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!
Β© 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.
"TΓΊ hablas espaΓ±ol?" (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?"