To the readers. I got this idea from a fantasy my nephew told us at a beach party. I hope you enjoy.
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"Hey there stud," she said as he walked in.
"Dang Mary, you sure look hot tonight. You sure we are free this weekend?"
"Thanks, and yes, all free until Sunday, are you ready to get naked? I have been waiting two weeks for this weekend. Randy does nothing but work because his business is so demanding and he will not hire help. We finally have a weekend free and he will be at his parents' helping his father until Sunday. I need this badly and he ignores my need."
They undressed and started on a furious weekend of sex. Mary started by sucking his big cock until he was rock hard and had just climbed on top and put his hard cock in her pussy when the door opened and Randy walked in.
"Damn you cheating bitch, fucking my best friend in my bed!" I screamed, the whole-time taking photos. "And you, my so-called best friend, fucking my now ex-fiancé. Both of you, get the fuck out of my house and never come back. I have photos bitch, so don't try to grab anything but your clothes."
I grabbed my baseball bat, bashed a lamp and then slammed the bed with it. The two sex offenders grabbed their clothes and ran out naked. I had suspected they were having an affair so I let them think I was gone for the weekend; man was I ever correct.
I eventually let Mary come back and gather all of her belongings and listened to her bullshit on why she cheated on me. Some of it made sense so I calmly told her goodbye and hoped she found a better life.
I am not a bad looking guy by any means and just let my business life get out of control wanting to be successful. I admit, I did neglect her needs, but damn, she could had just broke off the engagement instead of cheating on me.
I am, 6'2" tall, below my shoulder length dirty blonde hair I usually keep in a short pony, weigh 195 pounds and stay in shape doing minor exercises every morning for 30 minutes. I have little body hair and keep a close shaved area around my cock. I was a swimmer in high school and I have been able to maintain my swimmer's body. I have a 6-1/2" circumcised cock that has a mushroomed head a little larger in diameter to my fairly thick cock.
Months went by, I was depressed like crazy and had just come off a terrible date at a beach party. She was so negative about everything and with my mood, I just got up and left her there.
I wished I could just leave it all behind and start anew. I stopped at the store, bought a six pack of beer and a lotto ticket then went home and got drunk.
Little did I know, Destiny decided to jump in and help me out with an added caveat.
Four days later I found out I had won the $64 million dollar lottery. After consulting with a tax attorney, I took the best payout option and after taxes received $31 million. People came out of the woodworks wanting me to help them or loan them money. It was becoming a nightmare, so many people wanting to see or talk to me. I hid in a hotel room for a month before I decided on a plan.
I gave my three brothers and a sister three million dollars each, paid off all their debts, and told them not to bother me for money ever again. I was able to sell my business for top dollar. I gave St. Jude's and the local Children's Hospital each one million-dollar donations, and finally, I gifted my house with everything in it and my truck to a needy family I knew. The father had done some work for me and I knew he was struggling bad to support his family. They were living in some small run down shack in a bad area of town and the crime rate was getting worse.
I left in the middle of the night with nothing but my dignity, a thumb drive with all my personal stuff on it, a backpack with a few changes of clothes, $5000 in cash, a credit card and a bank account.
I hitched a ride with a trucker who was delivering a load to Miami. I left him when we got to a truck stop in Fort Lauderdale because I needed to use the bathroom and we were near the airport. I thanked him and gave him $100 for picking me up and bringing me with him.
I took a taxi to the airport, walked in and started looking at all the departures. After looking at the flights leaving within the next few hours, I found a flight to Rafael Hernandez Airport in Aguadilla, Puerto Rico. I figured my 2 years of Spanish in school would finally be useful and it got me away from everyone. I bought me a first-class ticket, one way, and said good-bye mainland.
We landed in beautiful weather and I got a taxi outside the airport and told the driver, "I need a nice place to rent until I find a place to live."
"You in some kind of trouble?" He asked.
"No, I had an online business, I sold it to get away from all the chaos back home. It was very successful so I was able to sell it for a great price. I found my way here in an unexpected way and figured I will find a place to live and see what happens."
"What kind of business did you do?" he asked.
"It was a finder's company. I researched products, goods and services people are looking for and gave them the best recommendations, bought them and had them delivered to the customer."
"People pay for that?"
"Yep, especially Companies, it saves them a lot of money and time because they don't have to tie up manpower to do it."
The driver told me of a nice villa near the beach he knew was for rent and brought me to the person renting the villa. We stopped at a grocery store and then he brought me to the very quaint looking villa I rented. We had talked in Spanish so I could start learning the language all over again. I was a little rusty, but over-all did fairly well considering the different style of language it closely resembles. I gave him an extra $100 for being nice and helping me.
The next morning, I caught a ride into town to get a two new unlisted cell phones, one with a Hotspot, a laptop, got internet service and set up a bank account. I found a used Land Rover in great condition for sale and bought it.
I sent my plain new phone number to my oldest brother and asked him not to give it out to anyone without asking my permission first. I gave him some extra money to be quiet, he agreed happily; but I did not tell him where I was. My other phone number was only for my personal use.
I hired a real estate firm and after looking at a lot of listings, we found an old worn-out place in Isabela for sale. It was a medium sized two-story home with a big balcony coming out of a big bedroom upstairs with a view of the Atlantic Ocean in the distance and a smaller balcony outside the second bedroom with a view of the mountains. The structure was still in good condition so it was perfect to have remodeled. Since I would also be able to buy the 4 old houses immediately around me, it was perfect.
The other houses were old and no one lived in them, so I would have them tore down carefully and give the usable material to the local people that wanted it. I offered the owners double the value so I could buy them quickly.
I had been staying here a few weeks now and was sure this is where I wanted to live for good.
The relator recommended a contractor who was great at remodeling. After calling him, we met at the house and agreed on how the complete outside of the house would be restored and painted. I wanted to add a bathroom and sitting room upstairs where an existing bedroom used to be. The sitting room would have a large window to enjoy the view at the rear of the house showing the mountains and the balcony would be enlarged. The small door to the front bedroom balcony would be replaced with a huge sliding glass door with full length windows on each side to give a total unobstructed view looking out so you could see the Atlantic Ocean. All the electrical had to be upgraded and new outlets installed strategically to minimize use of extension cords. The entire house was stripped to the bare walls and painted white and all the floors were stripped down to the cement.
My house was nothing spectacular on the outside, it fit in with the local flavor, but I wanted it very nice on the inside. They did a good job restoring and painting the outside back to the original stucco design, replaced the terracotta roof with new curved tiles, and added a few local plants around the house plus a large patio outside the back door and a large semi-circular front patio under the front balcony. They completed all the modifications I asked for in short time.
After they took down the old houses and finished the landscaping, I told the contractor I wanted a 6-foot painted cinder block wall put up around the property with wide front and rear gates and a security system. I wanted it to fit in with the local flavor without standing out too much.
The contractor told me about a lady who was the best at interior design and gave me her phone number. He said she could take care of all the rest for me. I called and made an appointment with her agency to come look at the place and to discuss some ideas on how I want the inside to look.
10 am the next morning she showed up with a camera, a note pad, a drawing book, a basket of fruit and a bottle of wine.
"My name is Sara, Jorge, your contractor, gave me your name and said you wanted to remodel the inside of your home. Welcome to Isabela. Can we do a walkthrough and let me take some measurements, pictures and drawings?"
She handed me the basket and the wine and I put them on the floor next to the door to bring with me when we left.
"Sure thing, we can start to the right and work our way around the house."
She asked a lot of questions in every part of the house and made notes. We got along very well and had a great time working together. Her light hearted banter was infectious. I actually felt comfortable and was even a little flirtatious for the first time in 6 months.
After walking through the house, and I explained how I wanted the layout, we went to my villa to discuss the job comfortably since it was a lot closer than her office. We got to talking and after a few glasses of the wine and eating some fruit, I told her about how my fiancé and my best friend used my house and bed for sex when I was gone so I dumped them, sold or gave away everything I owned then moved here by chance.
She told me she went through about the same scenario with her ex over a year ago and moved from the other side of the Island to Isabela.
As she sketched up some of the ideas we came up with, I lightly grilled some vegetables and cut up some fruit for us to eat while we finished the bottle of wine.
One thing led to another and we were soon kissing and making out pretty heavily and made our way to the bedroom. She looked extremely good naked. She suggested taking a shower first and I had no objections. As we washed each other, we also explored each other's bodies.
"I like a nice hard body," Sara cooed in my ear.
"I like a nice soft body," I said in return.
Sara was what I call normally pretty, she had a body that had just a little meat on her bones, smooth, unblemished light brown skin, nice medium size beasts, large round areola's with long pointed nipples, just a small landing strip of hair vertically cut above her smooth dark tan pussy, a full riding saddle shaped ass, brown hair just below her shoulders, light brown eyes, slightly tear shaped, and a nice-looking face.
Not a raving beauty but a very smooth looking lady and one hell of a lady who was not only a gifted decorator, but also knew how to manipulate sex for both partner's benefit.
She was great at giving oral pleasure and had no inhibitions where her lips and tongue wanted to explore, her pussy was unbelievably tight and squishy wet and she knew how to control her vaginal muscles to milk a cock as it was shooting the load deep inside her body
I felt challenged to duplicate her wants and actions.
We had a great evening of sex before she left for the night.
Two days later, she came by with some drawings, "Okay, from what we discussed I have three drawings of each room in the house. Pick out the ones you like and we can modify them if as you see fit."
