At that moment Franz and Rosalia...

A ceiling fan turned in the little house on the pier, providing a welcome breeze that the sluggish afternoon air couldn't provide, despite all windows being open behind their screens.

Franz Salinas-Schumann looked down at the broad adobe-colored buttocks of the woman who had made him a man twenty years ago. Her striped sundress was thrown up over her hips as she bent over in front of him. Her silver-touched black hair was pulled back and curled in knots at the back of her head. Her gold-ringed fingers clutched the iron rail at the foot of her marriage bed. The heady smell of her hot, excited cunt filled his nostrils, her wet pink cunt lips curling with his strokes as he fucked into her from behind. She had never ceased to excite him, and every year when he visited her again, he recaptured the excitement of his first time.

"Ah Maria," he said to her, "You always wanted to meet my wife. It was only fair I bring her on our anniversary, mia cara."

Maria looked down into the face of her husband Miguel, lying with his head to the foot of the bed. Franz's wife Rosalia, a slim dark-eyed brunette with a sharp-faced prettiness, was riding Miguel's thick cock.

"Graçias, Señor y Señora Salinas," Miguel said. "You are beyond generous." He smiled.

"Graçias, Maria," Rosalia said. "You are generous indeed to share your husband's noble organ. Ah, Miguel, that fat head is rubbing me so perfectly!"

"Ah Miguel," Franz said. "I am happy that Rosalia and I can return a little to you in kind for all my times with Maria."

"Señor, she and I bless you and your father for being in our lives," Miguel said. "And I did learn a lot from watching you and my wife."

"You dog!" Franz said, and laughed. "Rosalia," he said, "Will you please come for us?"

Rosalia squinted her eyes, and her hips pumped up and down on Miguel's cock. She dug her fingers into his chest and sucked in a deep breath and held it. Her face turned pink, and she ground her pussy down onto Miguel's pubic bone. Her breath escaped first in a whine, then in a loud moan. Her body thrashed atop him, and her cunt squeezed down on Miguel's shaft.

Rosalia's orgasm set Miguel off, and he cried out and shot thick squirts of come into her channel.

Maria cried happily, "Oh my husband!" and dipped her head for a lip-chewing upside-down kiss while he was pumping his seed into Rosalia.

Rosalia, still coming hard, bucked herself off Miguel's hose, and his last spurts painted her buttocks and belly as she thrashed about. Rosalia fell forward across Miguel's chest, her head on his shoulder.

Franz felt his seed rising. He pressed his cock deep inside Maria, leaned forward and bit her lightly on the shoulder. The little shock triggered Maria's own orgasm. She raised her head and called out to Jesus and Mary that she was dying of love.

"Bless you for making me a man, Maria," Franz said. "And for every year since." Franz came into Maria's spasming cunt, calling out to Maria and Rosalia.

Afterward in bed in their own room, Franz and Rosalia shared the one cigarette they permitted themselves each day.

"Darling," Rosalia said, "Do you suppose John and Doe have sampled the special services menu?"

Franz exhaled and passed the expensive cigarette back. "I think John is boggled at the variety, and Doe is dithering between the body-to-body coconut oil massage and the erotic spa and facial treatment."

Rosalia laughed. "They should just order the cabaña banquet with the bottomless waiters and waitresses."

"That was rather a treat," Franz said. "Alas my darling," he said. "We must pack, if we are to join them and Justin and Latifah in Jamaica."

"Party crasher," she said.

"Party pooper, I think the word is," he corrected gently.

"That reminds me," Rosalia said. "I have a little itch in my behind that you haven't scratched in a few days." She turned her back to him and got up on her knees.

"How can I say no to you?" Franz said. He untied the front of his lounging robe.