The Bombona Man Loving Wives

The Bombona man

Bombona: Spanish for gas bottle

Bombon: Spanish slang for stunner or y woman

Warning: this is a cheating wife and BTB ! There is very little character development, and no attempt is made to explain the behaviour of the wife. I have placed the 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

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 . And even perhaps a shot at starting a family, although my husband had been noncommittal 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 tshirt. 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 ual 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 ually 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 ually 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.”

“Oh alright, be careful then” replied James.

I picked up my beach wrap and wound it around myself, got my flipflops and bag and set off for the apartment. When I got to the top of the steps, I found Carlos leaning on the wall.

“I thought that you weren’t going to come,” said Carlos.

“I, that is, it’s not what you think..”

“Really? Open the door and let’s go in and see what I think.”

I very unsteadily fumbled with the key and got the door open. I went through to the lounge and dropped my bag and turned to face Carlos, only to find that he had closed the gap between us and as soon as I turned, he lent in and kissed me. Nothing too aggressive, just an exploratory kiss that could have been brushed off if I didn’t want it. Trouble was I did! God knows why I did, but I couldn’t help myself. Looking into his eyes I kissed Carlos back quite passionately and he replied in kind by holding my shoulders and kissing me open mouthed.

Our tongues soon struck up the war of supremacy and we kissed and kissed. When we came up for air, we both exclaimed ‘wow’, and I thought that was intense. Looking at me, Carlos slipped my beach wrap off me and was presented with my scantily clad body. I noticed that his look quickly changed to lust as his eyes roamed over me. Still holding my gaze, he stripped off his tshirt to reveal a hairy and welldefined chest and then he lowered his shorts. That moment will stay with me forever, the sight of his big semierect cock and big heavy pendulous balls surrounded by carefully manicured black pubic hair.

“Now you” said Carlos, his eyes full of expectancy. I knew what he wanted, and I obliged. Like a common slut I undid my bikini top and then slid off my bottoms to reveal my dark brown pubic thatch. I could feel the dewy moisture between my lips and wondered whether Carlos could see or even perhaps smell my arousal and my fertility? I didn’t have to wait long as Carlos walked to me and lifted me in his arms as if I weighed nothing and walked us to our bedroom. There he laid me on the bed and without any preamble, he moved to mount me.

Like a common whore I opened my legs to allow him to settle between my thighs and he didn’t disappoint. Looking into my eyes I felt him grab his now fully erect cock and rub the big bulbous head up and down my saturated . “Oh yes, mmm Carlos.”

“You like Sally? Then you will love it when I make love to you.”

“Yes Carlos, just get a condom, I think there are some in the…”

I never finished my sentence as Carlos said, “No Sally, no condom, only skin to skin for us.”

“But, I’m not protected, that is… oh wait Carlos, no oh my, so big mmm..”

Carlos didn’t wait for my statement on lack of birth control but slid his big cock up my slick channel in one long push of his muscular hips. When I felt his big, bloated balls push up against my raised bum I knew that I had taken all he had to offer. And oh boy it was a lot. I had never felt so stuffed by a cock before. Not even my plastic toys came close! I’m ashamed to say that all morals had gone out of the window by now. Here I was on my back with a stranger’s bare cock seated deep within my hungry cunt. I couldn’t think clearly at all. I wasn’t like this was I? Well, yes, I obviously was, how else to explain my behaviour, my dereliction of marriage vows and betrayal of my husband?

As I wrestled with a myriad of these thoughts my mind drifted back to the here and now. As I regained focus and looked up, I did so into the dark brown eyes of Carlos who was holding himself completely still inside of me and was staring intently at me with a big smile on his handsome face. “Are you okay Sally, you seemed to leave me there?”

“Yes Carlos, but this is so wrong, I’m married and well…”

“Does it feel wrong to you Sally?”

That was the trouble. The warm glow that was emanating from my loins told me that it felt right, very right in fact. I had never felt so ually alive in my life. And then in a hushed husky voice I replied, “No, it feels, that is I can’t believe how good it feels Carlos.”

“Well, my little one, I’m going to make love to you now, is that okay?”

“Yes, please I need this, I….”

“Sshhh, it’s okay, I know.”

And with that Carlos started to thrust. In and out, in and out, moving his steel hard lance deep within me. The sticky squishing noises told of my drooling , I was liberally coating Carlos’s big cock with my juices, helping him to take me fully, aiding his big cock as it probed my feminine core. It was heaven! I could feel a knot of heat and tingling build deep inside me and gradually it spread across my belly and upper thighs and then like a tsunami it burst upon my shores. I yelled out as my first orgasm from penetrative hit me and I grasped Carlos’s big muscular shoulders and sunk my nails into his brown skin as I thrashed beneath him. On and on it went, each inward thrust of his loins bringing a new wave of ecstasy to my body, until I eventually collapsed and lay panting beneath my lover.

Without breaking his rhythm, Carlos enquired, “Was that good Sally, is that what you needed?”

“Oh yes, yes Carlos, it was so.. intense, I thought that I would faint.”

“There will be more” he promised me as he continued to thrust his wonderful tool into my over sensitised . And there was! I don’t know how long we continued, but I remember having two more spectacular climaxes before I felt his cadence change. By now my legs were wrapped around his lower back and I could feel the change in his strokes. He was starting to become more erratic, and I knew he was getting close to his own climax. I so wanted to thank this man, to repay him for the fantastic and when he slowed and pushed himself up on his arms, I knew what he was going to say. But I was wrong! He behaved like a gentleman when he said,

“Sally, I’m nearly there, let me go, move your legs so I can pull out.”

What a lovely man, he was giving me a chance to redeem myself, so save my marriage. But I didn’t want that chance, I wanted something else. Without hesitation I said, “No Carlos, I want to feel you, want to feel your spunk in me.”

His face showed confusion and conflict as he replied, “But Sally you aren’t protected, you told me, what about..”

“Carlos just do it okay, seed me please.”

“Your husband?” A question and last chance from Carlos, but not one I had any answer for at that moment.

Locking my ankles around his still thrusting bum and cupping his face in my hands, I told him, “Please Carlos, I want you to take me completely, give me everything you have.”

With a loving tender smile, he whispered to me in a husky tone dripping with passion and lust, “But I might give you my baby Sally?”

Without any hesitation, I sealed my eternal damnation by replying “Yes, give me your baby Carlos.”

Smiling he picked up the pace and as he prepared to do what I had asked him, I stared up into the face of this man, this stranger who I had met twice. This stranger who was now destroying my marriage at my request, who was going to try and seed my married womb with his baby. A permanent reminder of my infidelity and descent into slutdom.

I didn’t have to wait long. I saw his face change as we gazed into each other’s eyes. He became almost angry looking and just as he erupted into me, he cursed in Spanish and then I could feel his body tense into a single muscular ball of tension, like a gun as it is fired. In this case two mighty thrusts which I felt through my legs, signalled the first volley of his spunk deep inside me, and I felt it! I actually felt him squirting his seed oh so deep. I could imagine my cervix becoming white as his copious spunk hosed my insides. In my mind I could imagine my cervix opening its doors to welcome his conquering spunk and this thought triggered the mother of all orgasms which caught me totally unawares.

I don’t how long I was out for, but I remember opening my eyes to find Carlos lying onto top of me holding me tight and kissing and nibbling my neck. As I began focussing my mind again and stirred, Carlos obviously felt the movement beneath him and pushed himself up on his elbows to look into my eyes. “Are you okay Sally? You seemed to, how you say brownout?”

I smiled back at him and giggled, “Blackout, you mean blackout, I think. But yes I think I did, it was, I never had, that is..”

“It’s okay Sally, I understand, it happens. Good can do that to a person. I guess your husband has never managed to do that for you?”

“No, I, that is, oh my goodness James, what time is it? I struggled to move Carlos off me and realised that he was still embedded in me. His magnificent cock was still semi hard and was plugging my vagina. “Please Carlos, let me up I must go and find him.”

Reluctantly Carlos pulled himself free of me and I felt a gush of warmth down my crack and onto the sheets. As I stumbled unsteadily from the bed and headed for the bathroom, I looked at the clock. An hour and a half, I’d been gone and hour and a half! I quickly sat on the toilet to clean myself and a steady trickle of Carlos’s spunk dripped into the bowl. Goodness how much did he put in me I wondered? That thought cased a moment of panic. I’d just had unprotected with another man, and I was fertile, very fertile! Oh my god what was I thinking! What a colossal fuck up by me!

Returning to the bedroom I saw Carlos dressing and I too quickly replaced my bikini and beach wrap. We stared at each other wordlessly. “Carlos, that was, I mean thank you, I enjoyed that, but it was a wrong. I was wrong and shouldn’t have allowed it. I’m married and well..”

“It’s okay Sally, I won’t tell anyone. It will be our secret my little bombon.”

“Thank you, Carlos, now I must go.” As I let Carlos out the door he turned and said,

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