this is Part 3 of a multi-part series

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Sam awoke early the next morning. Last night’s event slowly filtered into her consciousness. She looked at Jenny sleeping next to her. Quietly, she got up and gathered her clothes. While she was getting dressed, Jenny awoke. She smiled at her.

“Good morning”

“Oh, hey. Good morning. I didn’t mean to wake you.” Sam felt awkward.

Jenny got up and walked towards her. She was still naked.

When she reached her, she stroked Sam’s cheek and gave her a brief kiss on the corner of her mouth.

“Hey! Last night was wonderful. But I’m okay with just seeing as a wonderful chance encounter. No need to feel weird about it”

She smiled and looked questioningly at Sam. Sam returned her smile, albeit a bit more uncertain.

“Yeah. Ok. It’s just… you know, I’m married. I’ve never had sex with a woman before. I guess I just need to process this.”

“I get it. I’m here for you if you need to talk.” “As a friend,” she quickly added.

“Thanks. I better get to my room now”

Jenny looked out in the hallway.

“All clear”

Sam quickly walked to her room, unlocked the door, and quickly slipped inside. She closed the door and leaned against it. What a night!

—————

After showering, brushing her teeth and getting dressed for the day, Sam felt better. The events of last night already seemed a bit more distant, and she looked at them with a curious fascination. She headed to the breakfast room of the hotel. Jenny was already there, sitting at a table with Juan.

“Good morning , Sam! How was your night?” Jenny asked. Sam heard the slight tease in her voice.

“It was… fine. Hey Juan, good morning. How are you?”

“I’m good. I love this place” The young man looked up at her. He had dark curly hair and deep, dark eyes. Her mother surely would’ve said something like: “He’s an old soul” And it did seem like these dark eyes had seen more things than his young age suggested.

Suddenly, Sam felt how hungry she was. She wolfed down a big breakfast before the working session started.

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The day was packed with dense working sessions. The team was in high spirits and made good progress. Everyone also made an extra effort to get Sam up to speed. By the afternoon her head was hurting with all the new information she took in.

Late in the afternoon Marc wrapped up their work. „Hey team, this was a really productive day, I am proud of what we have accomplished together! As you know for tonight we have a nice dinner planned. For those of you who need some movement after a day sitting in a chair, you can walk to the restaurant. According to the hotel staff, it’s a lovely walk, a little more than an hour. For those who don’t want to walk, the shuttle from the hotel leaves at 6:45 to take us up to the restaurant. So who’s walking?“

Sam raised her hand. „I could really use some movement“

„So could I“, said Juan. „I just would ask one of you to take my guitar with you in the car. By popular request, I will play a song or two tonight“

The team cheered and applauded.

„Anyone else?“

Tom and Jenny shook their heads.

„Then I guess it’s just going to be the two of us“, Juan said, smiling at her. Her heart skipped a tiny beat. What was going on with her?

—

Half an hour later they were on their way. The golden light of the evening filled the valley and the late summer air was warm with the smell of grass and flowers. Sam felt relaxed and happy.

While they were walking, she was talking to Juan. He asked her about her family, her previous job, all kinds of things.

„Enough about my boring life. Tell me about you! Why did you decide to not pursue a career in music?“

Juan sighed. „That was not an easy decision for me. I guess it’s a mix of reasons. It’s so hard to make a living as a musician in Flamenco. As it’s mostly soloists, there are hardly any orchestra or ensemble spots to be had. And if you’re chasing after every gig you can find, you start to lose the love of the music, do you know what I mean?“

He continued:

„And I was pretty good. I still am, I guess. But was I really one of these next-level talents? I don’t think so“

„And Flamenco is like any other music or entertainment. It’s a dirty business. Lots of gatekeepers, and people with power who also abuse that power. You know, the producers, the established stars, the record labels. Metoo didn’t only happen in Hollywood, but also in Flamenco.”

“I never thought about that, but I guess I shouldn’t be surprised”, Sam mused.

“I’ll give you an example. When I was 17, I played at a festival in Cadiz. After the show, this dancer comes up to me. She’s famous, a big star, has been in the business for almost 30 years. She tells me she would like to work with me, and whether I would like to accompany some of her next shows. I’m thrilled, that’s the break I have been working for! So I agree, of course! Who wouldn’t?”

“Well after the first show we do together, she comes into my dressing room as I am changing, and…”

Juan blushed.

“Well, let’s just say we started an affair that lasted for a little while.”

He paused.

“And on the one hand, I’m a 17 year old boy, sleeping with this gorgeous, passionate, much older woman. I feel like a stud. I also learn a thing or two”

Juan winked at her. Sam started to wonder what he might’ve learned. The thought sent a slight tingle into her belly.

“But on the other hand, it’s a blatant abuse of power. And while she never explicitly said it, my gigs with her lasted only as long as I was available to her in that way. And stuff like that, and worse happens every day in Flamenco. Think about the young female dancers. What do you think is going on there? Same thing!”

Sam was surprised to see Juan so fired up. This conversation cut deeper than she had anticipated.

“So what happened?”, she asked.

“I fell in love with a girl, we started going out. So I told Rocio that I wanted to stop our affair, because I wanted to be faithful to my girlfriend. She was gracious about it and accepted it. But pretty soon thereafter she didn’t invite me to her shows anymore. Instead another young guitarist accompanied her.”

“Wow, that’s quite something”

“Yeah. And it’s stuff like that that makes you cynical and bitter. And I didn’t want to taint my love of music with those feelings. I still get to play some small gigs in some places where I have friends. It doesn’t pay the bills, but it scratches that itch. So to pay the bills I ended up working here.”

Juan laughed, as if to push the seriousness of the last few minutes aside.

Sam looked at him. She started to see where she had gotten that “old soul” feeling from. This young man really had experienced quite a bit.

“Oh, look over there. There’s an owl on that tree” Juan pointed to some trees to the left of the trail.

Sam didn’t see anything, despite Juan’s best efforts to explain the location.

Finally, he just stepped right behind her, and pointed over her shoulder. Sam breathed in his scent. He smelled “Spanish” to her. He smelled of a particular brand of beauty products that she associated with Spain ever since her semester abroad there. She relished this smell of Bergamot and orange blossom. Underneath she also smelled some more masculine notes, some cedar wood or leather. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the fragrances.

“Do you see it?”

She opened her eyes again. Oh yeah, the owl. She pointed vaguely in the direction Juan was giving her.

“No. Is it there?”

“No” He stepped behind her, took her hand in his and guided it in the right direction. His touch of her hand and forearm made her belly tingle again. Suddenly, she imagined how she was that flamenco dancer, being touched by this young, handsome man, and teaching him all about pleasuring a woman. The tingling sensation spread throughout her belly and abdomen.

With Juan’s guidance she finally saw the bird. It was indeed a majestic large owl, perched on a branch of a nearby tree. Observing it, she leaned into the young man, sensing his slender body, his strong hand on hers, and his warm aura. Did she imagine it, or was he also not in a hurry to let go of her?

After a few seconds, she broke the spell: “We should probably hurry a little, otherwise the aperitif will start without us!”

They continued along the path, mostly without talking now. The silence wasn’t awkward, but neither of them felt the need to fill the space. About 15 minutes later, the restaurant came into view. Just as they reached it, the shuttle from the hotel arrived, carrying the rest of the team.

—

The location was gorgeous. The old mountain farm dated back to the early eighteenth century. It had been carefully and tastefully restored and modernized and turned into a fine dining restaurant. The old barn, which was an extension of the main house had been converted into the main dining room. Before settling in there, they were greeted with an aperitif and some small bites on the court, which overlooked the valley. Standing in the sunset, they enjoyed the golden light and warm air.

Juan clinked his glass to get everyone’s attention. “Hey everyone, some of you have asked me to play something on my guitar. So I thought I could give you a little introduction to Flamenco, so you also know what the music is about. So after the meal, I will play a little and explain a few things”

They proceeded to dinner. The food and wine pairing was fantastic. Every new course drew ‘ahhs’ and ‘mhhs’ and various other expressions of delight. It was a perfect evening, great food, great wine, and most importantly, great company in a great mood. Sam felt happy and relaxed.

After the feast was over, everyone settled in comfortably with a glass of exquisite wine or another drink. Juan got his guitar and went on to give a masterful presentation of all things Flamenco. He explained the history and the different musical elements. The team was listening to him with rapt attention, as he played a few bars to illustrate different points in his discourse.

“You need to understand the most important thing: Flamenco is all about emotion, about passion, la ‘pasión’! You can’t play Flamenco well halfhearted, disciplined, subdued. It’s raw, wild, uncontrollable, like your emotions. Let me play you a few of my favorite pieces, and I hope you understand what I mean.”

Sam watched her young colleague settle in and gather himself. He started playing. And with every note, his face became like a mirror of the music he was playing. Sadness, longing, love, fury, despair, they all were drawn on his face by the notes of the tune. Sam was awestruck.

At this moment, Jenny leaned over to her: “You’ll start drooling soon” Sam blushed. Jenny chuckled. “I get it. Broads on stages are a major panty-peeler for me. Put a nice girl on a stage with a mic in her hand and you’ll hear my panties crash through the floor” She laughed at her own joke. She was obviously a little tipsy.

Sam laughed as well. “Same here,” she admitted. “Well, with guys of course.” It was true. The cute singer-songwriter picking her out of the crowd at a club concert and taking her backstage used to be one of her preferred masturbation fantasies. She smiled, reminiscing.

Juan cleared his throat. It was as if he was coming back from a place far, far away. He smiled sheepishly. His little audience was silent for a few seconds and then burst into applause and cheers.

“Last I want to play something you might have heard before. It’s not Flamenco, but it’s one of my favorite pieces. It’s called ‘Jeux Interdits’, ‘Forbidden Games’.”

Did Sam imagine it, or was he looking at her as he said this?

She had heard the tune before. It was mesmerizing and romantic. It stirred something in her, and she had little goosebumps on her arms. She closed her eyes and let herself get lost in the embrace of the music.

—

A few glasses of wine later, they all piled into the van provided by the hotel. Juan and Sam ended up alone in the last row. Instead of sitting on the window seat, Sam slid into the middle, right next to her young colleague.

Every bend pushed their bodies against each other. Neither of them seemed to mind. Sam leaned her head on Juan’s shoulder and snuggled up against him. She took his hand in hers and looked at it.

“These hands are magical,” she whispered, feeling the calloused fingertips. “So strong, and yet so delicate“

She put his hand down, placing it in her lap, instead of his. The car pulled to a stop. Sam leaned over and whispered into his ear: “Do you want to come to my room with me?” He squeezed her hand.

As they climbed out of the car, everyone was saying their good nights. Juan again got praise for his musical performance. He blushed and smiled.

The group dispersed and soon only Juan and Sam were slowly walking through the empty lobby of the hotel. Juan cleared his throat: “I’ll quickly put my guitar in my room and I’ll knock on your door in about 5 minutes.”

—

Sam entered her room nervously. What was she doing? Was she really hooking up with this young colleague of hers? The second extramarital adventure in as many nights? She looked at herself in the mirror as she heard a soft knock on the door. “Well, too late now!” she said to herself, as she walked over to the door and opened it.

Juan stood in the dimly lit hallway. He smiled at her. Without saying a word, he stepped forward, slid his hand onto her neck and pulled her in for a kiss. Sam was surprised by his assertiveness. Gone was the quiet, shy boy, and out came the passionate Latin man.

He pushed her gently into her room and against the wall. As his lips traveled down her neck and collarbone, she felt herself melt into the moment. She became like wax, ready to be formed by his magical hands.

He took her top off and started kneading her breasts through her bra. Yesterday, Jenny’s touch had been delicate and playful. This was the opposite - searching, demanding and animated. Sam enjoyed it nevertheless. Her bra went to the floor, as Juan dove with his face between her breasts and started kissing and sucking her hard nipples. Sam moaned, as waves of that lustful mix of pain and pleasure radiated from her boobs.

Juan continued downwards, kissing and licking her belly and unbuttoning her pants. As she wiggled out of them, he quickly took off his shirt as well. His upper body was toned and thin, with lean, knotty muscles. His chest was covered with black, curly hair that narrowed to a trail leading down into his pants.

He pulled down her panties and pushed her gently but firmly against the wall again. He then knelt in front of her, burying his face in between her legs. His tongue started flicking over her pubes and in between her legs, sending shivers up her spine and making her knees wobbly. His beard stubble scraped the sensitive inside of her inner thighs.

The feeling of his manliness, the stubble, his lean, tight muscles, his hairy chest were a stark contrast with last night’s exploration of Jenny’s female form. She suddenly craved more of it, she wanted to see his cock and his balls.

“Take off your pants!” she whispered.

Juan stood up and looked at her. He unbuttoned his jeans and slid down the pants and boxers. His cock sprang free and Sam gasped.

“Oh, wow!”

His penis was enormous. She had never seen a dick this big in real life. Her husband was well endowed, compared to all the men she had been with. But this one was significantly bigger. It was long and thick, even if it wasn’t fully hard yet. He was uncut, with his foreskin covering a bulbous head.

Sam was fascinated and nervous at the same time. Juan grinned at her sheepishly. Sam reached out to touch his dick. It was warm and firm. Her hand barely fit around the hardening shaft. She giggled nervously, as she started rubbing it, pulling the foreskin back and exposing the dark, smooth head. As he hardened under her touch, she felt the pull in her loins grow more intense. She felt her pussy fill with warmth, her labia swelling, and her clitoris tingle with excitement. She was sure that she was very wet.

She knelt down. She wanted this man, she wanted this cock. She admired Juan’s magnificent penis up close, directly before her face. He was almost fully hard now. She licked the little slit in the head with the tip of her tongue. She wet her lips and kissed the bulbous knob before putting the entire head in her mouth. Juan groaned.

She had always enjoyed giving head. Even after many years, a good blowjob was a regular highlight of Alex’ and her sex life. She enjoyed the feeling of a hard dick in her mouth, the reactions to her tongue playing with different parts of it. It turned her on to feel the pulsating buildup of an orgasm, and when it came, feeling cum shoot into her throat had sent her over the edge more than once.

Juan’s dick was something else. She didn’t even try to put it deeper into her mouth, it was just too thick. Her tongue playfully licked his frenulum, and a salty drop of precum ran down onto her tongue. She started to move her head and tongue. Her left hand started slowly rubbing his massive shaft, and her right hand cupped and rubbed his balls.

Juan’s moans and groans grew deeper and more labored. He rested his hands on her head and buried his fingers in her hair. Sam felt the dick in her mouth growing even thicker and starting to twitch. His orgasm was building fast. She didn’t do anything to slow it down, but rather intensified her motion and suction. She felt his balls tighten. And then he came. A first shot of cum rushed through his shaft and into her mouth, followed by several more. The white liquid filled her mouth completely, causing her to almost gag. She pulled her mouth off his pulsating cock, took a deep breath and swallowed the entire load. His cum tasted different than Alex’. Not unpleasant, but different. She looked up at him.

Juan looked down at her, panting. She smiled naughtily: “well, that was quick!”

“Sorry, I guess I got carried away” he mumbled, blushing.

“It’s alright” She had tremendously enjoyed giving him this blowjob, but she was a bit disappointed that it was already over. Her pussy was aching to be pleasured.

“Ready for round two?” he asked sheepishly.

“Really? Already?” Apparently she hadn’t taken into account the almost twenty years of age difference between her young colleague and her husband. Juan’s dick was still pretty hard and ready for action.

She stood up, grabbed his shaft and started rubbing it playfully.

“Sure! My turn now!” she said, as she kissed him and slid her tongue in his mouth. She always enjoyed giving men a taste of their own… well, not medicine, but juices. It was one of her naughty little pleasures.

He kissed her back, again burying his fingers in her hair. he gently, but firmly guided her to the bed and pushed her down on it. She laid down on the edge and spread her legs. Now it was his turn to kneel down and bury his head between her thighs. His tongue slid in between her lips and tasted her wetness. It made its way up and circled her clitoris. She gasped.

She didn’t want any foreplay, she wanted to be fucked. She put her hands into his curly hair and gently pulled him up between her legs. He took the hint and positioned himself between them. He hesitated.

“What is it?”

“I don’t have a condom.”

“It’s okay, I am on birth control” Deep down she knew that this was only half the right answer. But she was so horny, she pushed the thought aside. “Fuck me!”

On this command, he took his penis in his hand and started rubbing it in between her wet folds, lubricating it. He then began to slowly push into her. His thick head pushed her lips apart and into her vagina. She sucked in a sharp breath. His thickness stretched her pussy so much it hurt.

He gently retreated and pushed forward again. With every thrust he pushed a little deeper into her. Her pain subsided, and was replaced by a wonderful feeling of being completely filled and every fiber of her vagina being stimulated by his massive girth. She reached down to feel the thick shaft gliding in and out of her. It was so slippery! It turned her on how turned on she was.

Juan was now pushing deep into her. She pulled up her knees to accommodate just a little more of this majestic dick. Every thrust sent waves of pleasure from her vagina into her entire body. She started rubbing her clitoris, picking up his rhythm and adding another layer to the building wave of lust and ecstasy.

Sam closed her eyes. It seemed like her entire body was like a string of an instrument, vibrating with pleasure. Every one of Juan’s deep thrusts send a new wave through her. Wave after wave washed over her, in a building crescendo of ecstasy. Finally it reached its peak. With her heels she pushed Juan’s butt towards her, pushing his dick all the way into her. She felt his balls slap against her anus, which was wet from the juices running down from her pussy.

“Don’t move!” she commanded, as the wave came crashing over her. Her vaginal muscles gripped his massive shaft and sent spasms of lust through her entire body. The orgasm rocked her entire body. Her thighs shook, her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and a guttural, primal sound, half moan and half scream escaped her mouth.

Seeing Sam come like this seemed to push Juan over the edge as well. As her orgasm started to fade he pulled back and thrust into her once more, faster and more powerful than before. She felt his hard member pulsate and becoming even thicker as his load shot deep into her. Then he collapsed on top of her, panting.

Slowly they were catching their breath. Juan’s penis softened and slid out of her, as he rolled off her. She almost felt like she lost something. Their mingled juices ran out of her, over her anus onto the floor. She sat up and looked at the young man next to her. He smiled sleepily. His face and chest were sweaty, his chest heir rolled up in shiny little curls. His now flaccid, but still enormous penis laid lazily on his belly. It was still glistening from her wetness and his cum.

She got up to go to the bathroom. She felt his cum run down her leg.

“I’m taking a shower. Wanna join me?”

Without waiting for his reaction she stepped into the bathroom and turned on the warm water. As she turned towards the wall and closed her eyes, she felt him step into the shower. His hands reached around her as he stepped behind her and kissed her neck and shoulders. She turned around to kiss him back. For a little while, they stayed locked in this embrace, the warm water of the shower raining down on them.

Juan then turned and put body wash on his hands. With soapy hands he started to caress her. Her neck, her shoulders, her boobs. His hands traveled over her belly in between her legs. Her butt.

She returned the favor, lathering him with the soapy foam. She paid particular attention to his magnificent cock that had given her so much pleasure. Even flaccid it was massive and laid in her hand like a thick and heavy rope. What a specimen!

They enjoyed the caresses, but they were both utterly spent. Neither of them was going for a third round. As she got out of the shower, she turned around to Juan.

“Do you want to stay for the night?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. I’ll go back to my room.”

“That’s ok. I had a wonderful time.”

“Me too”

They kissed one more time. Juan then quickly put on his clothes and left the room. Sam laid down on the bed . She tried to wrap her head around what had happened. She was happily married, but in the last two nights, she had slept not with one, but two of her new colleagues? What was going on?

She looked at the alarm clock on her night stand. It was past 2 am. She thought of Juan and how he caressed his guitar. She hummed a song by Toni Braxton she had always loved: “I wish that I was in your arms, like that Spanish guitar, so you could play me through the night, til the dawn…”

With that thought, she drifted into a deep sleep.