My name is Joana, although most people call me Jo. I was born to Colombian parents, but have lived in Spain all my life, so I’m definitely Latina. I had a pretty normal upbringing and a few early boyfriends. But my life changed forever when I got pregnant by mistake when I was nineteen. It was with Lukas, a guy I’d been seeing on and off. It was just an accident.
Isn’t it strange? One little hour of sex between two people who aren’t even really together, and a human, a whole lifetime of tears, hopes, joys and pains comes into being. God truly is amazing.
Lukas asked me to abort, but I’m a Christian, so I refused and carried the baby to term. When little Paco was born, I knew true love for the first time.
Paco was three when I met James. He was an English teacher and we matched on Tinder. He was funny and handsome and he kind of swept me off my feet. The first time we did it, I came three times! James was great in bed, and voracious in his appetites. We clicked together in bed, you know?
He was good with Paco, too. I’d been looking for a real relationship, so I agreed to move in with him quite quickly. Too quickly, as it turned out. We didn’t know each other well enough for cohabitation.
One day, James brought another English friend around, John. I liked John the first moment I laid eyes on him, but, of course, I was living with James, so nothing was going to happen. Perhaps I’ll hand you over to John to explain how things panned out.
*
I’m John. In 2016, I’d been teaching English in Spain for a few years. One of the guys at my school, James, was the same age and we both supported Arsenal, so we started hanging out. We weren’t exactly close friends. More just football and drinking buddies.
When I met James, I soon learned he had a reputation as a ladies man. He’d regale us with tales of the woman of the weekend that he’d brought home. He’d say things like,
“I was with a model from Asturias the other day!” and “You know that Chinese waitress at the sushi place? She’s an animal in the sack, mate, I couldn’t get rid of her. She kept asking for just one more!”
And I was the simp friend, I guess. I wasn’t a virgin or anything like that, but sex was a rare occasion for me. I don’t know what to tell you; some guys find it easy to get laid, some don’t.
Anyway, one day, James invited me back to his flat to watch Barcelona play and there was this smoking hot Colombian girl there. She was petite. Beautiful brown eyes and silky orange hair that had been dyed. I hadn’t even known he was seeing anyone, he hadn’t mentioned Jo at all. But there she was, bright as a button, playing with her kid.
And when I saw James with her, I saw at once that he wasn’t in love. He wasn’t mean to her or anything, but there wasn’t much warmth between them. It was all very perfunctory. Asking her to get us a beer each. There was no thank you when she gave us drinks. When the football game came on, he didn’t say another word to her. He just ignored her completely, totally absorbed in the game.
He went off at halftime to take a you-know-what, and she looked up from playing with Paco and smiled at me. And I asked her about the kid and her work, how she’d met James and she told me her story.
*
Firstly, John is a good-looking guy. Yes, I was with James, and yes James is taller and better built. But John’s face was handsome as hell, and if he isn’t the tallest guy, he’s still taller than me! But what I really liked about him was his evident empathy and genuine interest in me, and my son.
I worked in a bar and was forever being leered at and whistled and being seen as an object. John talked to me like I was a human being.
The football game finished and the boys had a few more beers then John left. That night, in bed, there was no sex between James and I. But I admit it; I hoped to see John again.
*
I thought about Jo in bed that night. I wondered if James was having sex with her. Wondering what she looked like naked. I wondered what skills she had learned from sex with the father of the child, and whether she was employing them on my buddy. I wondered if she might, just briefly, think of me as James was taking her from behind. The thought of him screwing Jo was, at first, hot. The thought of Jo having sex? It made me hard just thinking about it.
This was soon to change.
*
On the twenty-third of June, 2016, Britain voted to leave the European Union. At once, panic set in amongst the local English teachers. Would they be allowed to stay? How would their status change? I went out with James for drinks in a bar, leaving Paco with my parents. There was a whole group of people, all speaking only English. Now, I can speak English to an intermediate level, but not enough to get into the complexities of politics. They talked of nothing but the vote. I couldn’t keep up.
John saw that I was bored and - again, showing emotional empathy - came and talked to me in Spanish. While James held court down the table, John and I talked and talked as if we were the only two people in the bar. At the end of the night, we added each other as friends on Facebook.
*
Ah, the Brexit vote party! Or the Brexit wake, depending on which way you see it. Politics aside, it was the night I got to know Jo better. And I really liked her.
That night, alone in bed, I wondered if James was fucking her again. But this time, it wasn’t hot. It was painful. He didn’t treat her well, I thought. He ignored her and took her for granted. I wouldn’t do that. I’d make her the centre of my world and treat her as an equal. I wouldn’t fuck her, like she was a piece of meat, just for my gratification. I’d make love to her.
*
Three weeks later, James told me he was going home to the UK.
“The salary I get here isn’t worth the hassle of the bureaucracy that’s coming,” he said.
I, the woman he was living with, had played no part in his thinking at all! What a scumbag! He made his plans and packed up his things as if I never existed. I had to find a new place to live, of course, and scrambled to find a new flat that would accept a mother with a young child.
James helped me move out and spent his last night in Spain at my new place.
“Don’t contact me again,” I told him as he left. He never did.
*
How do you make a move on your friend’s ex-girlfriend? I knew she liked me. I liked her. But how soon was too soon? Her bed was practically still warm from James’s body being there. In the event, my prayers were answered. We bumped into each other in a coffee shop. We exchanged numbers. I called her.
*
Two weeks after James left, John called me. He asked me if I’d like to meet up with him. I knew it was a come-on move. I said yes. On our date, it was clear that John was under the impression that I was still carrying a torch for James. It’s true, I missed him a little. A tiny, tiny bit. This was especially true when I woke up alone, and when I went to bed. James had been good in bed, there were no two ways about it. But he was also emotionally distant and never really let me in. I knew I had to let him go.
*
Jo showed up for our date looking gorgeous. Her cheeks were full. Her makeup was subtle, her pink lip gloss accentuated by her brown eyes and a tiny hint of blush on her cheeks. She wore black trousers and a blouse that hung just an inch below her waist. The conversation and the drinks flowed easily.
*
He kissed me at exactly nine-thirty. I noticed that on the wall clock. We were perched on bar stools and he leaned over and planted his lips on mine. We pressed lips for a while, then I let him French kiss me. First kisses can be awkward. But this wasn’t. It felt very natural, as if the whole bar around us had melted away and it was just us.
*
When I first kissed Jo, I was worried that it was too soon. That’s the ‘beta’ in me, I guess. James would have done it fearlessly, ready to be knocked back and try again. But I was nervous. Luckily, she responded enthusiastically.
*
We never exactly agreed to go home together. We just got up and walked in the direction of his flat. Halfway there, he reached down and took my hand and we held hands the rest of the way. So sweet! Half an hour after we left the bar, we stood outside his flat. He flung his arms around me and we kissed passionately. I felt his cock swell through his trousers on my thigh.
He asked if I’d like another drink upstairs. I said I would. I knew he wanted to screw my brains out. And I knew full well I was going to give him a chance.
*
Once we were upstairs in the flat, we both wanted to use the bathroom. I went first. Then, I went to my bedroom. I knew that, if I’d read the signs right, she’d join me. I kept the door open for her, literally and metaphorically. I heard the loo flush. My heart was in my mouth. And then, she was there in the doorway. She sat on the side of the bed. We kissed some more. It was on!
*
I’d known from the first that John was like me, in that he wasn’t what you’d call an alpha. While James was cool and utterly self-assured, John was not. He’d kissed me, but it was me that sealed the deal. I walked into his bedroom and offered a kiss. And then, I reached down and pulled my blouse up and over my shoulders. John looked over my upper body, then kissed me again. He got up, walked across the room to the window, and closed the curtains. He pushed the door closed and undid the buttons of the smart shirt he’d worn for our date. His chest was matted with black hair.
He said, in Spanish, “Jo, yo tengo un condom?”
I nodded.
Still standing, he undid his belt and dropped his trousers. I could see from the bulge in his underwear that his cock was…not hard, but somewhat swollen with a rather presumptuous anticipation.
*
The moment she pulled her blouse up was one I’ll never forget. More than the orgasm, the moment she showed me her body to say, ‘Let’s go!’ is etched onto my memory.
I unhooked Jo’s bra. As I put my lips to her breasts, I could hardly believe my luck. This woman was gorgeous! And yet, there was insecurity in her, no doubt. Why else had she moved in with James, a guy who clearly didn’t love her and was using her for gratification? And the dysfunctional relationship with her son’s father, and the lack of a serious boyfriend all spoke to a woman drawn to men who didn’t see her as a long- term prospect.
I kissed her breasts and her belly, touching her bare sides. I kissed her neck and her mouth. The first murmur of delight slipped from her as I slipped my hand into her trousers and kissed her mouth simultaneously.
*
Five minutes later, my trousers were off. We were both covered only at the waist now. John kissed my body over and over. He kissed my navel, sucked my nipples and my inner thighs. It had been a long time since I’d had a lover as attentive as John. He didn’t just go in for my vagina; he treated my whole body as if it was beautiful and important. I closed my eyes and let him kiss me all over.
I took my knickers down and…
*
I didn’t wait to ask. I dived down there and started to lick Jo’s pussy. Oh, it was just fucking perfect. Trimmed but not hairless. Beautifully proportioned. She smelled like heaven. I reached for her clitoris. It was almost impossible to believe that this lovely organ had once ejected a baby in a mass of blood and viscera, but it had happened, once. She was the first woman I’d been with who had given birth. My first milf. And, believe me, she was a mother I’d like to fuck. I ate Jo’s pussy like a hungry gourmet presented with a feast, and I loved it!
*
John went down on me so, so well. Earlier, he mentioned that James had described some woman he’d been with as an animal? Like, you wouldn’t know that she was so sexual, to look at her? To look at John, you wouldn’t guess that he gives head as good as you’ll ever get, but he did. He made me squirm. He made me bounce. He made me want his cock, yet not want him to stop. He took me to places no man’s tongue had ever taken me. It felt so good. It was some of the best foreplay I've ever had.
Eventually, I pushed John up and reached for the condom that was on the bedside table. We pulled down his boxers and his cock burst out. His penis was a good size, but it was also uncircumcised. I hadn’t seen an uncut one before! I assumed it would feel great for him, but when I pulled down the skin and touched the exposed tip of his penis with my finger, he actually flinched.
“Does it hurt?” I asked him, concerned.
“No. Just very, very sensitive. Can I put the condom on?”
When he did so, I noticed that he was careful to keep the skin over his tip.
*
It’s hard to explain, but as I’m uncircumcised, the nerve endings are…raw and not used to being exposed. So, they need time to get used to touch, more time than a circumcised guy needs, I guess. I put the condom on as I like it. Nature would take its course and the skin would come down in good time. When I was suited up, Jo opened her legs and I entered her in the missionary position. I won’t deny, it was a moment of triumph for me. I’d waited so long. She’d been in James’s bed for what seemed like an eternity. And now she was mine. As my cock slipped inside her, it was like I was claiming her for mine at last.
*
I’d wanted him the first moment I laid eyes on him. I’d had to wait, but the moment he kissed my lips with his penis inside me, I knew events had happened in the right order, at the right time. Everything happens for a reason. God had brought us together.
*
We made love in the missionary position. I thrust my penis into Joana slowly and gently. I felt her hand caress my back. I leaned in and kissed her neck, pressing my body close to hers. The nerve endings on my cock responded to the closeness of touch, I was in danger of coming! I pulled away, altered my rhythm and avoided an embarrassing early orgasm!
*
Honestly, if he’d come, I wouldn’t have minded. I was just enjoying the closeness of a body and the emotional connection of a guy I liked. But in the event, he kept at it. I rubbed his thighs as he pumped in and out. I was wet down there, and it felt amazing. I don’t remember who suggested the position change, but it was a seamless transition, very natural.
*
If Jo had looked hot lying naked on her back, that was nothing to how she looked on top. There was a mole just beneath her breast on the left side, and a small scar on her belly, which I took to be from the removal of her appendix.
As I watched her ride my cock, I couldn’t help but wonder, how had she got pregnant? Had she not used protection or had they just had an accident? What would the father think if he could see the mother of his child on my dick now? From the little she had told me about the subject, they were only in contact because of the kid. Perhaps he wouldn’t care.
I looked at her belly. Her tummy was flat with barely an ounce of fat on her. I suddenly had a great desire to see her naked and pregnant, as she had looked when close to giving birth. Odd thought, I know, but I wanted to see that belly round and full of life, like a football.
The light was low. Her scent filled my senses. The room was warm from our bodies and it was now, as her vagina engorged my cock, her muscles squeezing and clasping around it, that the foreskin came off my penis. It felt fantastic. The experience was redoubled. There are men who would have paid anything to be me at that moment.
*
I rode John, looking down at his upper body. He was hairier than James and thinner, bonier. Not that he looked bad. Just different. He had nice legs. I certainly had his undivided attention! He was caressing my thighs and ass, and looking at my body like a man transfixed! Cowgirl was fun for twenty minutes or so, but I needed some thrusting.
Now, I’ve got mixed feelings about having sex in the doggy-style position. I’ve heard it is considered sinful and, like I said, I do believe in God and Christ. You might find this hard to believe, in the middle of a tale about me having sex with multiple men outside of wedlock, but I do. Unmarried, I might have been, but these were not casual, emotion-free hookups. I knew all the men before we went to bed, and I liked them all, in their ways.
But I also know how good doggy feels when done well! I was in need of some thrusting and was prepared to commit a minor sin to get them. I’m sure God would be able to look the other way if I asked for forgiveness.
*
Jo turned around and presented her bottom and genitals to me. It was a sight for sore eyes, that ass, believe me. I thought about sticking my tongue in there but decided against it. She’d taken up that position for a reason. She wanted my cock. I grasped those tight butt cheeks and entered her, somewhat surprised I hadn’t come yet.
“Mas rapido?” I asked.
“Si!” She replied.
I reached across her back and took hold of a clump of her hair. No more Mr. nice guy. If we’d been making love earlier, we weren’t now. We were fucking for orgasm, both eager to come.
*
John took hold of my hair and began thrusting hard and fast from behind. It was exactly what I needed. His penis reached just the right spots, and my body was ready.
I shouted out as I came. I couldn’t help myself. It was just pure pleasure, pure adrenaline. I felt joyful and sexy and alive. My orgasm was brief but very intense. When it was over, I sank into the bed, utterly spent. He pulled out. He was out of breath too. His cock was glistening with pre-cum, but still erect. I lay there for a minute or two. I needed a break, and told him so. Then, I got up and ran to the bathroom.
*
Lying there alone, I felt like a fucking champion. She had come so hard she had screamed. I was the man! My penis looked and felt quite unlike it normally did. It had never looked bigger, for one thing. It was rock hard, trembling, wet. The skin was back, like a peeled banana. I wanted to jerk off to finish. But Jo would be back in a moment…
*
I sat on the windowsill, sipping water. I looked at John, lying naked on his back. He had a nice body, and I told him so. He told me he didn’t really work out, but he was active most of the time.
“Jo,” he said, indicating his penis, “Can we find a way for me to finish up? It’s been hard for a while and it’s a bit sore.”
I know I could have used my hand, but he’d done oral for me. I got up and walked over to him. I slipped the condom off, put his penis into my mouth and sucked it. The effect was intense! He was obviously aroused already, so that helped, I guess. John was writhing and moaning almost at once.
“That feels so fucking good,” he whispered.
“Good,” I murmured. I got right down there, opening my throat, sucking hard and fast.
*
I really appreciated Jo going down on me. She didn’t have to do that, but it was the perfect ending to an amazing night. The tugging and pulling and suction felt so good, I was torn. I wanted to come, but I didn’t want these sensations on my dick to end. She sucked it, looking up at me every time she came up for air. That was hot as hell. Christ, that close to orgasm, being sucked feels good.
At last, I couldn’t wait any more. I cried out, “Stop, stop!” and grabbed my dick. I shook it hard and shot my load into the air, spraying it all over my belly. It wasn’t inside her but, whatever, it was a hell of an orgasm. What a lay! It had been worth the wait.
*
When he had come, I crawled up the bed and lay in his arms for a while. He held me close and kissed my lips. We didn’t speak much. Occasionally, we kissed tenderly. He found a tissue and cleaned his penis up, then we just lay quietly together. It was lovely, my favourite memory of the night. It was like the drama of the custody problems, my parents forever in my ear about Paco needing a father, the whole ‘Would James stay with me?’ question, it was all silent for a while and I got to enjoy a moment of intimate peace with a lover. Just the two of us. Naked and alone together.
The next thing I remember is waking up the next morning. I had slept well and I felt great. I looked over and he was curled up naked next to me, fast asleep. When we were both awake, we ran a bath together, which was a prelude to a whole day of raucous, passionate love-making. I don’t think either of us wore a stitch of clothing until the next morning.
*
I didn’t want a one-night-stand. Fortunately, neither did she. We started dating. I met her parents. My parents came over and met Jo. And reader, I married her! Five years after the Brexit vote, I became Paco’s legal stepfather. Joana was my milf by another lover, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
And the amazing thing is, I DID get to see her naked and pregnant! With our kid! I swear, watching Jo sleep on her back, her chest rising and falling above her spherical belly was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
*
I would be lying if I said that, when I was young, I imagined myself having a baby with a Spanish guy who never married me, losing an English lover to a political vote and then marrying another Englishman, but whoever guesses the way life pans out? John and I live together happily with my - our- sons.
There’s a lot of debate about the benefits or otherwise of Brexit, but it certainly benefited me! It cleared away a torrid, pointless affair and opened up space for my husband to step into my life. I suppose it is ironic that I met my remainer while sleeping with my leaver. Either way, trust me, he often has fun making me into a re-moaner!
