Olé by Gunga Dick



Olé


How do you keep sex with your wife interesting and exciting? Don't ask me! My wife and I have tried everything over the last few years, short of swinging, which neither of us considered a viable option. I have a tendency to become romantically involved with the women I fuck. Something I realized during my reckless or should I say feckless youth. I'd meet a girl; romance her; fuck her; and then I'd be totally crestfallen when the relation didn't work and I'd pine away for months until the next time.

Enough of that crap, let's get back to the story.

I love my wife, really and truly. I love her beauty. I love her body. I love the way she laughs. I love the way she walks, talks... I even love her mind, but all of these things don't amount to shit when the lights go out, metaphorically speaking.

First, we tried roll playing. An idea she got out of some women's magazine. But, it usually broke down into gales of laughter on both of our parts.

Then, we tried surfing the web. We found that pictures were flat and couldn't sustain our arousal. Streaming video has that herky-jerky quality and really shitty run time. But, we did find a lot of the stories interesting and exciting. Even more so than those triple-x rental movies with all the slurping, and fake groaning, and guys who don't know it's better to leave the fucking thing in than pull it out...yeah, yeah, I know "cum shot."

Anyway, we started downloading and printing out stories to read at bedtime then we would make wild monkey love. I suppose we were both imagining we were re-enacting what we had just read.

I began to realize that the stories that 'did it' for me were mostly incestual in nature. Then I realized that it was mostly the stories of fathers and daughters. Then I realized that I got just as turned on by 'older/youth' stories and even some 'pedo'. My wife and I would often swap stories if we hadn't had time to surf and print and I realized that her tastes were similar to mine. Hers had more of the mother/son flavor, but she also seemed to like mine. Reading these stories seems to have kept our sex life going and I imagined it would do so for quite a while. Until this last week that is.

My wife is a realtor with a large national firm. She's been quite successful. Something she attributes to her looks and body. She's even had repeat customers, which is a rarity in real estate. I mean, how many times do you switch homes in a lifetime. Anyway, she does quite well, and due to that, she tends to win a lot of sales awards. Most of these awards are vacation trips for two. We've gone to Hawaii a couple of times, and Cancun, and the Virgin Islands, to Europe a couple of times and she even won a trip to the Olympics in Australia. She recently was awarded best regional realtor and with the award came another trip, this one to Rio. We had spoken of going there for Carnival before so we were excited even though it wasn't that time of year.

We left three weeks ago. Flew from San Francisco to Miami and then down to Rio. The trip was uneventful, no delays, no lost luggage, and customs was a breeze. We took a cab to our hotel and got settled in. We got there late in the day, so after a quick evening meal we decided we would just crash and restore. The first couple of days were gorgeous. The temperature hovered around ninety and we spent most of our time at the beach. My wife baked and broiled while I basted her with some type of SPF cream, and I watched the young girl's in their dental floss bathing suits as they paraded up and down the beach. I did a lot of stomach sucking, but there's nothing you can do about a receding hairline.

The third day it got a little cloudy and there was a morning sprinkle so we decided on doing the tourist thing. We checked with the front desk and the concierge gave us an out of scale map and showed us where to go and where not to go. He was especially emphatic about the where-not-to-gos. They have quite a problem down there with tourists being beaten up and ripped off. So off we went with our little map. We when to a couple of really old houses built shortly after the Spanish invasion. Like sometime in the 1600s. I nodded my head and said 'uh-hun' a lot just to keep my wife happy. Then we visited some shops where most of the items required you to have acquired some of that gold back in the 1600s to be able to afford their stuff. I did talk my wife into buying a thong and she looked great. With the tan and her raven black hair, you couldn't tell her from all the other native girl's on the beach. She turned quite a few heads.

The weather improved and we went back to being beach bunnies. My wife would spend a few hours on our hotel deck getting rid of the tan lines on her ass then she'd put her other suit on and we'd go down to the beach where I could make a fool of myself drooling over the teenage girl's while sporting a little wood in my suit. On Friday, we rented a motor scooter and drove up into the hills to what was touted as a great restaurant. The food was good and the view was fantastic. On the way back, the scooter started to sputter so I went to a phone booth and called the hotel's rental shop. The man I spoke to asked where we were and then directed me to a small garage near by.

We dropped off the scooter, and then realizing how near we were to the hotel, decided on walking back. We were in sight of the beach and could see our hotel in the distance when we stopped at a small cafe with sidewalk tables. We ordered a couple of soft drinks and relaxed. My wife went inside to find a rest room and I sat and waited. This young boy came up to me and said something in Spanish or Portuguese or whatever. I looked him over and said, "What?"

He must of been around ten or eleven. He had dark curly hair, big brown eyes, and surprisingly white teeth. He had on sandals, baggy shorts, and a grimy t-shirt. I don't think he'd been near a bar of soap lately and he had streaks on his forehead where the sweat cut a path through the grime.

He grinned at me and said, "Hey, American! You give me five bucks and my sister she suck you good!"

I blinked trying to believe I had heard him correctly. I seemed to have lost coordination of my lips, as I muttered, "Wha..?"

Whereupon, he repeated his offer. "Five buck, five buck American and my little sister suck you real good. You never feel something so good!"

I was trying to formulate some kind of reply when my wife came out of the cafe. She saw the boy and smiling she asked, "Who do we have here?"

I looked at her with what must have been a goofy grin and said, "This kid is trying to pimp his kid sister."

My wife sucked in a quick breath and said, "You're kidding. You mean like in all those cliché stories?"

"Word for word," I said.

The boy had been glancing from one to the other of us and his smile started to fade as he realized there was no money to be made here. He turned and started walking away. I watched his retreating back for a moment then turned back to my wife. She had a strange look on her face as she too watched him walk away and then suddenly she grabbed my hand and said, "Come on!"

She nearly dragged me to the ground with her insistence so I got to my feet. I thought she wanted to get the hell out of there so I turned down the street towards the hotel. Her grasp nearly jerked me off my feet as she took off in the other direction.

I turned to look at her and said, "The hotel's this way.

She looked at me and said, "Fuck the hotel, let's follow this kid."

I thought she was joking then suddenly realized she was serious so I said, "Are you nuts! He probably would take us to some alley where we'd get mugged or even killed!"

She looked at me for a second, thinking over what I had just said, then she once again grabbed my hand and said, "Come, on!" I followed her reluctantly as we tried to catch up to the young boy who was, at that moment, turning left onto another street. We gained the corner and my wife shouted "wait" to his retreating back. The boy turned and when he saw us his grin lit up his entire face. He waved a 'come on,' and my wife dragged me along as we followed him another half block. He stopped and pulled aside a curtain, which seemed to serve as the front door to a hovel that was about the size of two walk-in closets.

I followed my wife in reluctantly. It was dark inside, there being no windows or other doors, and my eyes fought to adjust. I slowly made out a dirt floor, a couple of shelves in a corner with some canned goods on them, and old chest of drawers with one missing, and finally a small bed along the right wall will a colorful spread on it. There seemed to be someone sitting on the bed, but I couldn't yet make him or her out. I felt a slight relief that there were no armed men waiting to kill me and rape my wife, but I was still on edge. I stared at the bed as my eyes slowly adjusted.

"My god!" I said, as I finally made out who was there. She must of been five or six at the most. She seemed so small. She wore an old dress that had faded with age. She had the largest eyes I can remember seeing on a child. She had the same gleaming teeth as her brother and she had the aspect of many little girl's who seem to have too much hair for their size.

"She's just a child," I said, realizing I was actually whispering.

My wife had suddenly had a change of heart, I think, as she muttered, "Jesus!" She looked at me and added, "just give them a couple of dollars and let's get out of here."

I looked at the two kids who were both looking at us with those big eyes and huge grins.

I think the boy thought he had lost a sale so he started his pitch once again. "She real good, mister. She do you real good. She suck real good."

"Look!" he exclaimed as he pulled down the front of his pants and whipped out his little pecker. "I show you!" He turned and pointed his three inch dick at his sister and she leaned forward and sucked it into her mouth. The young girl gave us her best impression of a hoover as her head bobbed back and forth, and her cheeks suck in and out.

"My God!" my wife said as she had stopped in mid turn. Her eyes widened as she watched the boy's now tumescent cock slide in and out of his sister's mouth. She turned all the way around and grabbed my upper arm. We watched the action happening in front of us. I felt strangely detached as though it was happening to someone else. I could feel my cock thicken and slide down the leg of my shorts. I glanced at my wife and she was slowly pulling on one of her nipples right through the cloth of her dress.

The boy looked at us with his big grin and bright shiny eyes. He said, "You see! She real good! You want to try?"

Saying this, he pulled his cock out of her mouth with an audible 'plop.' His glistening cock now stuck out at a respectable, fat four inches. The girl mouth had stayed pursed in a sucking motion for a moment until she opened her eyes and looked from her brother to me. The grin came back to her face. My wife groaned and reached over to grab my rock hard cock. "Oh, yeah," she muttered. She pulled down my zipper and reach into my pants. She struggled to get my cock out, but in its condition it wouldn't cooperate. She unsnapped my shorts and they fell to my ankles. I wasn't wearing underwear so my cock bounced up and slapped my in the stomach. A strand of precum arced in the air as it tried to follow my cock, like a fly fishing rod in action. Terry grabbed my cock and pulled me forward. I shuffled with my pants around my ankles and made it to the bed without falling over.

The little girl watched my cock as it approached and I swear she licked her lips in anticipation. My wife slowly stroked my cock and pointed it at the young girl's mouth. The girl slowly leaned forward never taking her eyes off of my wife's face. My wife took my cock and rubbed it on the young girl's lips, smearing precum, and making them glisten. She nodded to the little girl who quickly engulfed the head of my cock. I groaned loudly as I felt her warm, moist mouth close over my cock and then her tongue started sliding around in there and I was transported to heaven. My wife continued to slowly stroke my cock as she fed the girl a couple more inches.

"God," she said, "that is so fucking incredible!"

I gave myself up to the feelings of this young girl's sliding up and down my cock as her tongue worked its magic. I don't know how long it was before I realized my wife was no longer stroking my cock and when I did I looked around for her. She was on her knees in front of the young boy working on his dick. She would lick the sides of his cock then take it into her mouth for a couple of strokes then repeat it all over again. The boy looked like he was in heaven. He had his hands on top of her head and was staring down at her ministrations. The grin was gone from his face and it was replaced by a glazed expression.

I felt my cock pop out of the young girl's mouth and looked back quickly to find out why. She grabbed my cock with her hand and turned it this way and that as she imitated my wife's actions. All the while her eyes looked up and watched my face. I smiled in ecstasy and I saw her grin before she resumed her cock sucking

I wish I could say it went on forever, but the truth is I only lasted a few minutes before I pulled the trigger and gave her tonsils a cum bath. The little girl swallowed valiantly, but cum oozed out the corners of her mouth and slowly coated her chin. She reluctantly gave up my cock when I pulled it out of her mouth to avoid the hypersensitivity that follows a great blow job.

I plopped myself down on the bed next to the little girl and we both watched as my wife continued to work on her brother. Terry had pulled her dress up and had a hand jammed into her panties as she slathered the young boy's cock. He had tossed his head back and his eyes were closed and his mouth open as he enjoyed her pleasuring. Suddenly his legs jerked and I could tell by his ass clenching that he was about to cum. He gave out a long low moan and his entire body spasmed as he unloaded into my wife's mouth. The little girl next to me giggled and clapped her hands.

My wife rose to her feet and had a wild look on her face. She pulled her dress up and over her head and tossed it aside. She yanked on her panties so hard that the crotch ripped right out of them. She stumbled to the bed, grabbed the young girl by the back of the head, and jammed her face into her cunt. The little girl was a real pro as she started licking and slurping at my wife's swollen cunt. I had never seen her labia so swollen and her clit was very pronounced. My wife suddenly emitted a throat noise like I've never heard before. She clamped her eyes shut and her whole body shook as her orgasm washed over her. She jerked and suddenly fell down into a heap on the dirt floor. I was too weak to get up and help her so I just sat there looking at her with a surreal detachment. She finally came to after a few minutes. She had never passed out from an orgasm before and she was weak on her legs. We managed to get dressed. I gave the boy a twenty. He and his sister were ecstatic.

As we left the hovel, the boy walked along beside us and asked, "You come back?"

My wife glanced at me and then turned to the boy and said, "At the cafe tomorrow. Noon."

The boy stopped and watched us walk away. As we turned the corner, we heard him shout, "Manana!"

We went back the next day, and the next, and the next, and the next. We sucked and fucked those kids like a couple of mad people. We even snuck them into our hotel room for the last two days of our stay. I never thought I would enjoy sucking cock, but I did. And he was pretty good himself. My wife marveled at how sexually energized the young girl was and she would cum without even touching herself as her brother and I would tandem fuck her.

We found out that they were orphans and we are now working to adopt them. We placed them in a Jesuit orphanage to assure their well-being and my attorney says we should get custody within six months. I told him to hurry because the anticipation is killing my wife and I. I didn't tell him of course that the urgency is because the sexual euphoria is starting to wear off.

The End