All Comments on 'Hotwife Surprise'

Very enjoyable fantasy. Thank you!

Really lousy.

...but you read it all, didn't you? ;)

i liked it ..

That.was.fun.A truly loving wife.Thanks

Great story, but do remember that the majority of us do not speak Spanish. So, if any of the phrases are important to the storyline, you need to translate or repeat the idea in some way. You are creative, and will do it, I know. Thanks for your work.

I was waiting for a twist at the end but this was simply a story about two people that loved one another. And ignore the haters. I have no idea what people expect these days but there's always someone that seems to hate everything. But you might want to refrain from commenting on the comments. I think that all that does is encourage the trolls into whining some more as they got the attention they seem to crave. Good luck. Look forward to the next story. Overthefalls

But it didn't, and it was a better story for all that.

that was the twist - there was no twist. i wanted it to end well for them.

At last a good and loving wife...I hope she will love him all life as she promised...Some errors in portuguese but that is natural...

my first thought was only an idiot would forget the first V- day after he got married. i understand he was married twice before. still this was very dumb on his part. my second thought was man i love women from brazil. for the anon that said he doesnt speak spanish so you shouldnt put it in the story. neither does she you dipshit she was from brazil, not mexico as she even said in the story.she was speaking portuguese not spanish.

Anyone who thinks cheating adulterous sex is more exciting or mind blowing than genuine loving forever sex, has, sadly, never experienced it. Thank you for writing a story that illustrates that.

My pussy is hot and wet and....itchy???

...I especially appreciated the attempts at representing a Brazilian woman.

You might put some phrases with context together and ask someone from

Brazil to translate. You (and Google) might be surprised and gratified by the result.

I love a Brazilian woman to the point of pain at being apart from her. I can't say the interplay is remotely like that of your story, but it is intense and fills me to exploding.

I have never known anyone so sensual, yet demure, demanding, yet so, so giving.

She is the most loving, affectionate and supportive woman I've ever known. She doesn't demand things, she demands me....to be with her, caring and attentive, aware and at my best.

But, oh, my God! She treats me like a king, shows me off like she won the man-lottery, and is so excited to show me off, making every other woman mad with jealousy.

She rattles me to my foundations every time we are intimate. There is no question where her heart lies...or mine. When I fell in love with her, I made it my life's work to never give her reason to cry.

I failed almost immediately.

Three months after finally accepting that I couldn't breathe without her, I took her out to her favorite botanical garden for a late spring, midday stroll. Then we rode to the restaurant near the park where we first met. We enjoyed a light (as these things go) Rodízio with the ever present Arroz e Faijão to fill out the meal. Done right, these things take hours, nearly three in our case.

As the waiter brought dessert, I stood and stepped aside her, bending to feed her little tastes of the sumptuous Pudím de Leite com sabor de Maracujá she loves. I set down the spoon and knelt to her side, raising my hand with a small black box and asked for her hand.

Damned if she didn't squeal and fall onto me bawling like a little girl.

I was crushed when she climbed up and asked me to take her home....without answering.

I paid the bill, feeling as deflated and morose as I ever had. Snagged a taxi and rode to her home in silence, my stomach at my throat.

She invited me in, but I declined, certain that anything she could say to me there would only gut me. She got a little fiery and said I would shame her if I did not accept.

Broken and near tears myself, I stepped in and stood at the door. She walked into the apartment a little farther, calling to me a small smile coming to her face...finally.

I took a few hesitant steps, fearful of the sorrow that was about to engulf me, when she called out to her father and mother. They and the whole brood came pouring in from the back of the floor. She stood close to me and announced that I had asked her to marry me.....but had failed to address my interest to her father. Oh, God! I was a deadman.

He asked me a few questions and said that if I could love her as he loved his wife, he would grant us his blessing....if I asked him for it.

Choking with emotion well beyond my normal placid state, I told him that over the last year, I had become a hopeless mess, unable to breathe, let alone think or work or...anything, without her...and could he, would he please grant my greatest hope, or shoot me immediately, as I could not live another moment without her.

Before I could take my next breath, I was enclosed in the biggest, laughing, crying, singing group hug I could imagine. After everyone separated, Sr. Amorim took a stern look and told me how much I had worried the whole family as our romance grew. They were certain I would break her heart and disappear back to the U.S. as soon as I tired of her. But that now, they were gratified to see that I was sincere.

I answered somewhat haltingly, that I could not dare to break her heart, as it was my heart that would break. Well, as you might guess, it was out of control from then to the honeymoon...and we've never looked back. Renata is my soul, my heart and my life. One day, perhaps when I am retired, and somewhat distanced from the security constraints the prevent my doing so, I will create a membership and submit several of my stories, both real and fictional....as I have come to believe that they might, just might be worth you time.

Thanks, and please keep sharing.

Not a bad story at all. I like it.