Guillermo watched from the doorway as his seven year old daughter, Alegria and her four year old sister Caridad whispered their prayers. When they were done he tucked them both into bed, kissed them on the foreheads and turned on the nightlight.
As they drifted off to sleep he lingered a moment to gaze at their beautiful peaceful faces. He couldn't believe how quickly they were growing up. He smiled to himself and went down the hall.
Merida, his wife, glanced up as he entered.
She looked worried and Guillermo's heart went out to her. It was a month since Mrs Morrison had discovered her husband's infidelity and had taken her children to stay at her mother's. Since then the atmosphere in the main house had been awkward, to say the least.
Before that, things had been very different. His Uncle Jose and Aunt Maria, who lived in the apartment above the garage, acted as the Morrison's chauffeur and maid respectively. Guillermo had taken over the gardening and handyman duties five years ago when they moved to the States. Maria's age meant she let Merida focus on the housekeeping whilst she ruled the kitchen and looked after the children, both the Morrison's and Guillermo's.
They might just have been staff but it wasn't like that. The Morrison's had been a nice family and it had been a common sight to see their children playing together on the lawn or sharing the pool.
Merida felt terrible for Mrs Morrison and her children but she was also understandably worried about what these circumstances meant for her family.
"Does it make me a bad person?" She asked as her husband sat on the couch next to her.
Guillermo shook his head and stroked her cheek to reassure her. He tried to seem a lot more confident than he felt. The truth was their futures were uncertain; even if the house wasn't sold in a divorce he hardly thought Tom Morrison needed four servants all for one person.
"Try not to think about it, carino. We've got the Alegria's first communion next weekend, that's something to look forward to, huh?"
Merida's expression lifted a little. Guillermo was pleased; his wife cared so much about people, it was one of the things he loved about her, but it hurt him to see her sad.
"How about we watch the movie, huh?" He asked to change the subject and smiled when his wife nodded.
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Merida was such a sweet and gentle person it often came as a surprise that she was a huge fan of horror film and disaster flicks, the smaller budget the better. Guillermo didn't share his wife's passion for B-movies but he didn't mind the way she'd snuggle up against him and buried her pretty face into his chest for the scary parts.
The DVD on the menu tonight was Frankenfish. Genetically modified fish let loose to kill the locals in the bayou. It actually wasn't bad and Guillermo got lots of cuddle action.
"Mmmm..." Merida moaned as she lay in her husband's lap and he massaged her feet. He watched her as she watched the movie. He never got tired of gazing at her heart shaped face and her big doe eyes. They were so expressive, every little emotion perfectly readable.
On screen the large monster fish burst out of the water and Merida screamed. Guillermo took the opportunity to sneak a glance at the way his wife's breasts bounced under the nightshirt she wore. He loved her body and wasn't ashamed to like looking at it.
She was small and slim with BB cup breasts that he loved to get his hands on. He couldn't help picturing her large dark areoles against her caramel skin. Guillermo never tired of feeling them fill his hands.
Just thinking about his wife caused his penis to start to swell. Her slight weight on his lap added to the good feeling in his crotch. Even after eight years he was still attracted to his wife, still aroused by her, a blessing from God. She was the only woman he'd ever been with in his twenty eight years and the only woman he ever wanted.
He stroked her bare thigh with his fingertips, enjoying her smoothness.
"Later, bonito..." She promised.
Merida half-heartedly batted his hand away but when his hand returned there she let him amuse himself. When the film was done she'd happily take care of him and the stiff bulge she was sitting on. Merida enjoyed lovemaking and thought of sex not as a chore but a gift shared between man and wife. Guillermo was so adorably grateful when she gave herself to him, so gentle and tender that she liked to please him as often as possible.
Guillermo settled for her letting him lightly kiss and caress her neck. He was happy to just relax with her comfortable warmth close to him.
On screen there was a shot of a woman sunbathing topless. After a second Guillermo averted his gaze. He felt himself blush a little for even that moment. When God had given him so much to be thankful for he had no right to be looking at other women.
It wasn't easy though sometimes. American culture was so different from life in the village back home. There seemed to be so much bare skin everywhere. He felt nudity was something to be treasured by two people joined in matrimony. Even then it had taken a while before he felt comfortable getting naked in front of Merida.
He stroked his wife's rich dark hair and thanked God that she felt the same way about him as he felt for her and for giving them their precious children. He didn't want much from the world, just these three beautiful girls.
The credits finally rolled and Guillermo had to admit he'd enjoyed it even though he was now as horny as hell. Still he was too much of a gentleman to just pounce on his wife. He softly tilted her head up as he leant down to kiss her.
Merida smiled as his full pink lips met hers and his soft facial hair tickled her cheeks. His hands were at her breasts, gently cupping them in his palms.
"It is not right for her to move into the house." Merida protested, still distracted by her dark thoughts. Earlier that day Mr Morrison had informed the Garcia Rioz family that Jena and Lara Summers would be moving into the main house the following day. Merida had been told to make up the guest bedroom for Jena and to remove all traces of his wife who had been usurped by her mother.
"What can we do about it?" Guillermo sighed. He was too much of a nice guy to push her if she wasn't in the mood, but he was a man and he wanted to make love to his wife. He decided to try something to dispel her preoccupation.
Gently, watching her face for her reaction, he slid his hand up her skirt and found her warm mound and let his fingers caress the soft cotton that concealed it.
"Gil..." She protested but only half-heartedly. She couldn't contain her laughter as she looked into his eager puppy dog eyes. He was so cute when he was like this.
With a twinkle in his eye he smiled as he removed her panties and let his fingers play in her untrimmed bush. She slowly eased up her skirt and exhaled as he stroked her dark curls.
