Alone

"You go ahead, vato...John," Elena says, glancing at Laurel.

"Vato?" Laurel asks. "What's that mean?"

"Um..street Mexican for man, kind of," Elena answers.

"And kind of a pet name you have for John I see. It's alright dear, I don't mind. You come along and help me with Meghan since you're sending John off to shower by himself. You're not doing that because of me, are you? I assure you, what John does with his cock is up to John even when I'm in the same room," she smiles at Elena and touches your arm, smiling fondly. "Especially when I'm in the same room." She takes the Latina's hand and between them they escort Meghan up the stairs. You follow, carrying the overnight bags.

The three women head into the huge ensuite bathroom that adjoins the master bedroom. You drop the bags in the hall, and undress in the bedroom, throwing a robe on before going into the bathroom. The room is humid, full of floral fragrance. Meghan is shoulder deep in the huge tub, her eyes closed, water swirling around her. Your wife is behind her, outside the tub, massaging her shoulders and whispering in her ear. Elena crouches beside Laurel talking softly to her. None of them pay any attention to you as you hang up your robe and step into the shower.

You adjust the shower to a powerful, stinging stream and lather yourself, washing the remnants of fucking Elena off your body, savoring the heat of the water. You luxuriate, relaxing and letting the water beat on you, peeling away the stress of the day. You can hear the faintest murmur of the women talking just outside the shower, their low voices just an undercurrent to the sound of the water.

You're about to get out when the shower door slides open and Elena steps in. Her svelte brown body glows in the heat and she looks at you with what might be embarrassment.

"Your wife told me to join you. Said we should wash each other. She's something else, that bruja. I thought you were stringing me before. When you said she wouldn't mind if you fucked me. Never met no one like her."

"She's pretty special," you answer, taking her arm and turning her under the shower stream, watching the water stream off her sleekness.

"If some bitch was fuckin' my man, I'd shank the puta, but she don't mind. But she's no soft one. She's got some steel, don't she vato? She told me she's Top Bitch. You can have as many bitches as you want, as long as she's number one. That right, vato?"

"That's right," you say, lathering her, your hands sliding over her body, washing her.

"Mmmm that's nice," she purrs, turning so you can wash her back, putting her hands against the enclosure wall. "I love your hands on me vato. Had you four times today and you still getting me going."

"I thought you wanted to be washed?" you tease her, rubbing your soapy hands over the cheeks of her ass, squeezing and spreading them. She moans and pushes her ass towards you.

"You make a bitch crazy vato. Got me wanting to fuck you with your wife five feet away. Ain't no way she won't hear."

"Why do you think she sent you in here," you say, sliding your cock between her thighs, rubbing it against her pussy. She arches her back and looks over her shoulder at you, hungry and wanton.

"And chica too," she pants. "She'll hear."

"Laurel is with her. She'll be fine," you answer, holding her hips and thrusting your cock into her, one hand wrapped around her, holding her to you, fondling her clit.

"¡Por dios! You fill a bitch up," she groans. "Fuck me, you bad man, ¡Por dios! ¡Por dios! Oh fuck I'm coming already! So soon! Keep fucking me ¡Por dios! Oh fuck me, keep fucking me ¡Por dios! fuck me to death ¡Por dios! I can't stop coming vato! Don't stop oh fuck don't stop ¡Por dios! fucking kill me with your cock! Oh fuck! Ohhhhh Fuck! OH FUCK!" she screams, convulsing and writhing as you pump into her, her frenzy triggering yours, your hot cream spraying inside her as you hold her wet, warm body to yours.