I have supported my wife's career goals by following her from job to job, location to location, as she worked for a large multinational corporation. Her expertise is international finance and her jobs have carried us from the east to west coast of the USA, Europe, Asia, and now to South America, specifically Argentina.
My wife was promoted to be the controller for a large manufacturing facility in Cordoba. Since we both are fluent in Spanish we were excited for the move. We arrived in September as the weather was warming and immediately fell in love with our new home location.
The facility leader, my wife's boss, surprised me with the fact that she was a woman. I'll call her Evita, a brilliant and beautiful brunette with blue eyes, an incredible body, and a magnetic personality. She spoke five languages, including Spanish, fluently and immediately was the center of any room she entered.
The duo of my wife and her boss was dynamic because of the combination of their abilities and incredible looks.
A word about my wife. She is a mix of Korean and Mexican blood, black hair, olive skin, and black eyes that command attention. She has a naturally athletic body that she keeps fit through her devotion to the gym. On top of her beauty, her financial knowledge was unmatched.
They, my wife and Evita, immediately bonded and became a fearsome team. Within the first six months of working together, the facility had cut costs with no impact to people, and improved productivity and morale. They were such a good team that, behind their back, people started calling them 'Las Hermanas.'
In addition to their professional bonds, they were also close on a personal basis. The corporate culture of their company rewarded performance, but it was rare to see women in top management positions. They recognized this and supported each other rather than being rivals. This extended to their private lives spending social time together and I was the lucky recipient of being around two beautiful, smart, and engaging women.
While my wife worked at making us a very comfortable living, I made it my mission to assume all tasks at home. Housekeeping, finances, home, and auto maintenance, cooking. I didn't mind my role and as a sideline, I was a successful travel writer and has been published often in travel magazines and had written several well-received restaurant reviews, one, in particular, in Buenos Aires.
As we became closer to Evita, we discovered she was divorced and the mother of a wonderful set of seven-year-old twins, one boy, and one girl, who quickly called us Tio and Tio. We had no children and enjoyed them and since we had moved into the same neighborhood I started spending time with them as well.
My wife came home one evening, and after dinner and getting ready for bed, announced that she had been scheduled to travel to corporate headquarters for a fiscal review. Evita, at the same time, had been invited to a government dinner and needed a chaperone. The twins were on holiday with their father. I was somewhat surprised Evita had no one to accompany her after my wife asked if I would be interested in going to Buenos Aries with Evita while she went to her corporate meeting.
"Really? You'd be okay with me and your boss alone in Buenos Aires?"
"Sure. I think the two of you would have a fun time and it would be good for Evita to get away from work for a few days. And you could tell me all about it when I return."
As she spoke she stripped off her clothes, but kept her heels on, knowing that was a turn-on for me, and continued talking.
"I know the two of you are attracted to one another, and I told Evita to enjoy you."
In the past, my wife had given me a few 'hall passes' to pursue other women and now I was being given another. Her only rule regarding my adventures was that she wanted details of what had gone on. My rule for her was unabashedly unreasonable; she could only sleep, and could only fuck me, as long as I satisfied her sexual needs. If that ever changed, we would work that out. So far, it hadn't.
As I watched my naked wife and listened to her, my cock started growing hard.
"Evita is cautious with men because she's fearful they are after her prestige and money. Since you're not looking for that, she's comfortable with you. I'm not saying to take advantage of that, but what happens, happens. She told me she wants pampering. Show me what you would do for her."
By now I was naked and I approached my wife and took her into my arms. My seven inches of dick was now hard and it pressed into her stomach. I kissed her lightly on the lips and leaned down to suckle her swollen nipples. As I massaged her ass cheeks and sucked her tits, a low moan escaped my wife's lips.
I led her to our bed and pushed her onto her back.
"Baby," I said, "I'm going eat Evita's sweet pussy like this."
I spread my wife's legs apart and kissed and licked my way up to her now steaming cunt, shiny with juices flowing from her. She kept herself shaved and as my tongue licked the baldness around her labia, she cried out, "Eat my wet pussy like you're going to eat Evita's cunt!"
I plunged my tongue deep into my wife and then lifted her legs onto my shoulders so I could lick and taste her pussy, her perineum, and her anal entrance. As I pushed my tongue into her asshole I could feel shivering rack her body as she was ready to explode with her first orgasm. I backed off and found her clit, rock hard the size of a large peanut, and sucked.
"Oh fuck! Don't stop! I'm cummmming!"
Waves of pleasure hit her body and I worked to hold on as she bucked. I released her from my mouth and immediately positioned my cockhead at the entrance of her vagina and forced my way into her tight, hot cunt, and fucked her almost violently.
As I was nearing my own climax, my wife stopped me and said, "Stop! Stop! Let me roll over, I want you in my ass!"
We quickly repositioned and with only the juices that had spilled out of my wife to act as a lube, I pushed my dick into the tightness of her backdoor. I loved the tight feeling and wanted to be still, but my wife wasn't having it. She pressed back into me before rocking forward, then back, and then forward. She was building a ruthless pace to satisfy her need for a good ass fucking. By now I was caught up in her rhythm and I was fucking her as hard as I could. She reached to her crotch and found her clit and rubbed it to enhance her budding orgasm as we fucked. Feeling the pressure buildup, I acquiesced and exploded, leaving my load of cum in her. The wave of pleasure hitting us both was palpable and satisfying. I collapsed onto my wife's back and our sweat-soaked bodies slid onto one another.
When I finally caught my breath, at the same time my diminishing cock plopped out of my wife's ass and we were sated.
"Honey," my wife said, "that was fantastic. Were you thinking about me or were you thinking of how Evita would feel?"
"Both," I replied. "But for sure she can't be better in bed than you."
"I hope not," she said, "but I want to know how she is in bed...I need to know the details."