This is a semi-fictional account of a trip I took to San Diego years ago for a convention. I use many Spanish phrases in this story and the English translation, where needed, will appear in brackets like such: *[ ]*. You can skip over the Spanish and only read English if you wish.
NO ONE IN THIS STORY UNDER 18 YEARS ENGAGES IN SEX.
Karen and I knew from the beginning that we were meant for each other because we are both sex fanatics and willing to experience anything that sounded like fun. On the day of our seventh wedding anniversary, we were in San Diego attending a convention. We had elected to stay at a motel near the airport rather than the Convention Center Hotel. We wanted total privacy away from the other conventioneers; away from people, we knew. Karen and I liked to live a little on the wild side, and we didn't want people from back home to hear of our silly shenanigans. You see, Karen is as much a sex fanatic as I am. We both enjoy doing bazaar things that shock most normal people. We have to be careful not to do weird things in front of people who know us because my chosen profession would frown upon some of the things Karen and I do for our own amusement. We don't do anything criminal or anything that would hurt other people, but some of the shit we do will damn well shock them.
We rented a car at the airport and then checked into our motel the afternoon before the convention was to begin. I parked our rental car at the front door of the motel to unload our luggage. Karen was dressed in tight cutoff denim shorts and a white cotton halter top. As usual, she wasn't wearing a bra, and her nipples were tenting against the thin fabric. She had a nice set of 36C's and long slender legs. That combo went well on her 5' 7" frame and her 25" waist and 35" hips. It wasn't unusual for people to stop and stare when Karen was dressed in that manner.
There was a handsome young Mexican man clipping bushes in front of the motel. He looked to be in his mid to late twenties. He couldn't take his eyes off Karen and her protruding nipples. I don't think he was even aware of my presence. I asked about the young man at the front desk and was told his name was Miguel and that he and his younger sister, Rosa were both employed by the motel. Rosa worked in Housekeeping, and Miguel worked in Maintenance doing several odd jobs around the motel. We were told to feel free to call on Miguel for any assistance where we needed a robust and healthy individual. Miguel was about 5' 10" and was stocky build. He looked like he could handle most any heavy job requiring a strong back. As we turned to go to our room, Karen asked me under her breath if giving her a good hard fuck might come under one of Miguel's odd jobs category.
Before I go any further, I need to tell you that Karen and I have an open marriage. She is allowed to fuck anyone that strikes her fancy, and I am free to do likewise. The only stipulation is that we have to share all the salacious details of our sexual exploits with each other. We've had some really intense orgasms in the past when we fantasized about our extracurricular sexual adventures during our regular carnal sessions with each other.
I usually liked to know beforehand who Karen was going to have sex with just for precautionary reasons. If time permitted, I wanted to run a background check on who she was considering hooking up with. I often worry someone may hurt her. Oh, if I hadn't mentioned it before, I work in law enforcement and have a really extensive criminal database at my disposal. In fact, our reason for traveling to San Diego was to attend a federal law enforcement drug seminar. If I discovered in our criminal database that the person Karen was considering for a hookup had a history of violence, then Karen would naturally skip sexual encounters with them.
Another thing I failed to mention was that Karen had been fucking her older brother long before I met her and before we ever married. Now, let me tell you why that fact is relevant to this story. Karen's brother seduced her when she was in high school, and she loved having sex with him from the very beginning. She made it clear to me that she intended to continue fucking him any time he asked her to; even after our marriage. When I found out she didn't plan to stop sleeping with her brother after our wedding, we reached the open marriage agreement. I don't mind sharing her with her brother as long as she promised to give me first consideration. My needs had to be met first, then his. That system has worked out just fine.
While I attended the drug seminars in the mornings, Karen relaxed by the pool and worked on her tan. When I returned to the motel after lunch, we would find things to entertain us for the rest of the day. I noticed Miguel and Diego were always working near the swimming pool each afternoon when I returned from my seminars. Diego was also a member of the maintenance crew. He was shorter than Miguel, medium build and probably in his mid-forties. Both men were always trying to look busy, but it was obvious they were watching Karen lounge by the pool in her little yellow bikini; which incidentally left very little to one's imagination. I could see both men had bulges in their pants which they were struggling to conceal. I alerted Karen to keep an eye on them. I also noticed Rosa was always nearby. I couldn't determine if she was watching Karen or was just keeping an eye on her big brother. If he got fired, it could also probably affect her job.
The next morning when I was leaving for the convention center, Miguel was near our room, and I decided to engage him in conversation. I approached him and said, "Good Morning. I hope your day is going well."
He smiled and said, "Lo Siento, No hablo inglés." *[I'm sorry, I don't speak English.] *
Very good, I thought to myself. Miguel doesn't seem to understand English. I, however, speak fluent Spanish but I usually don't let people know. I have found that I am able to get unfiltered information when a Hispanic person doesn't know I understand their language. I am assigned to a Federal Drug Task Force and deal with Spanish speaking drug dealers all the time. With my Irish-Anglo appearance, most dealers don't suspect I understand what they are saying. And in many instances that had led to a treasure trove of information, they wouldn't have otherwise shared.
So, to verify his language capabilities I asked, "Do you speak English?"
Miguel smiled and answered politely, "No entiendo inglés." *[I don't understand English.] *
I thanked Miguel and then went on my way, but as soon as I arrived at the Convention Center, I bought a Spanish pocket dictionary for Karen to use when I'm not around to translate for her. I figured the dictionary would come in handy if she needed Miguel to lend a hand with something.
A local member of my Federal Taskforce saw me buy the dictionary and told me about a new translating device I could carry in my pocket which would record what was said in Spanish and repeat it back to me in English. He offered to loan me one for Karen to use while we were in San Diego. On the way back to the motel we stopped at his office to get one of the devices. It looked a lot like an iPod.
He demonstrated how one could ask a question in English or Spanish, and the device would answer back with the proper translation. He gave me a Bluetooth earpiece to use with it so only Karen would hear the repeated translation with no one the wiser she had the device. Karen's hair would conceal the Bluetooth in her ear. I decided it would be fun for Karen to know what was being said about her by the men who had been gawking at her since our arrival. Karen was out by the pool when I returned. Miguel and Diego were standing nearby and engaged in what seemed to be a serious conversation. They were looking at Karen and didn't see me when I arrived. So, I move to the nearby vending machines where I could hear their conversations.
Miguel said, "Mirar a esa mujer en el traje de baño amarillo." *[Look at that woman in the yellow bathing suit.] *
Diego answered, "Ella es hermosa. La noté antes." *[She is beautiful. I noticed her earlier.] *
Miguel said, "Me gustaría follar con ella." *[I would love to fuck her.] *
Diego laughed and said, "Su marido le dispararía." *[Her husband would shoot you.] *
I had to move on to avoid their suspicion, but I imagined the rest of their conversation was along the same line. I bumped into Rosa who was cleaning the patio deck. I told Karen their discussion was about how good she looked in her yellow bikini and they were fantasizing about fucking her. She said they had hovered near her most of the day. She had suspected they were lusting for her by the way they were constantly adjusting the bulges in their pants. Karen looked over at them, gave them a wave, a big smile and a wink. It appeared to embarrass them, and they moved on. I could tell Karen was horny from their attention so, I suggested we go to our room and have a good fuck while talking about a way Karen could fuck one of them while I watched. We often get off watching each other fuck someone else. I told you we did weird things.
