Spanish Lessons - Part 3 [Spicy Latina TG] Deluxe Extension

Commissioned Anonymously

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I woke up slowly. I could feel a warm body pressed against my back, the steady beat of a heart against the back of my rib cage. There were legs tangled in my own, and I could feel the soft breath of something breathing steadily against my hair. My eyelids felt heavier than usual and it took me a moment to remember what had happened. My thick eyelashes felt sticky with mascara, and that bought a smile to my lips; that’s right, I was Sofia again, and I had just had the wildest night of my life. 

I looked up and found the hollow of Martinez’s throat and kissed it. He moaned softly as the motion woke him and I felt an arm tighten around my middle as Conner stirred as well. This was the life; was there any better way to wake up? Instantly, I realised there was, as I felt something hardening against the cleft of my ass. 

“You’re insatiable, Conner.” I teased. 

“Can you blame me? You’re right there, Sofia. What sort of man wouldn’t be instantly hard waking up to you?”

Martinez’s hands found my chest, and the last veils of sleep began to lift as my body responded. He slowly coaxed my nipples into hardness, and as Conner slowly parted my legs, bracing them against Martinez’s hips so that his cock could slide up and inside me. 

“Oh…”

This position was so intimate, Conner spooning me while Martinez slowly fondled my chest. Compared to the rush of last night, this felt almost lazy. Conner’s thrusts were slow and shallow thanks to the position, and I felt the pleasure slowly rising. 

“Ahhhh….ahhhhh…”

“Shhh now,” Martinez cooed. “We don’t want to wake the neighbours.”

He claimed my lips, swallowing the sounds. I was trapped between them as they pleasured my body. Unable to even moan as the ecstasy grew until, finally a slow, gorgeous orgasm washed over me. 

“There we go.” Conner whispered against my neck. “Now, why don't you give Martinez a proper thank you?”

Still unable to talk, I reached out and grasped the other man’s cock, slowly stroking it in time with Conner’s thrusts until they were both on the edge. With deep groans, they came together: Conner inside me, Martinez against my belly. The sensation forced me over the edge a second time, and my eyes rolled back. 

“Now, that is a good way to start the day.” Conner teased as he slipped out. “Sofia, you’re the best girl we’ve ever had.”

“Way better than going on a business trip, that’s for sure,” Martinez said with a grin as he lit a cigarette.

I blinked in surprise; the merger meeting, I’d totally forgotten about it! 

“You were supposed to go on a trip?” I asked as innocently as possible.

“Yeah, but we sent a guy from our office instead, Richard. I am sure he can handle it.” Martinez waved.

“And if he doesn’t,” Conner added. “I can always just fire him and do damage control.”

Hearing Conner talk about me flippantly made my blood boil; if only he wasn’t such a fantastic lover I could hate him. 

~

Returning to Sofia’s apartment felt strange because it felt right. Walking in and seeing Marco, that Greek God of a man, laying on the couch filled me with such a sense of home. Without hesitation, I flopped down next to him, stretching my body over his and he chuckled, holding me close. 

“You smell of other men.” He teased, running a hand down my back. “Didn’t they satisfy you, my darling?”

“No,” I whispered. “Well, maybe they did, but then I saw you laying topless on the couch, what was I supposed to do, not jump your bones?”

Marco laughed and kissed me so hard it made my legs turn to jelly. 

“How do you want me?” He asked lightly, but my brain seemed to have turned to mush.

“I…I don’t know…”

“You don't know?” He raised an eyebrow.

“I just want you. Marco, take me, however you want just do it now, please!”

I could feel my old personality melting into Sofia’s, her fiery, dominant personality replaced with my own submissive one. It was a match made in Heaven with this beautiful body. Marco seemed to think so, too because his pupils dilated. For a moment I wondered how often Sofia let him take charge, then his fingers slipped between my legs and I decided I didn’t care. 

Even his fingers were big, much thicker than Conner’s or Martinez. They made me see stars in just a few thrusts. He teased me slowly, until I was nothing but a mewling desperate mess. When he finally climbed on top of me I was desperate and wrapped my arms and legs around him so he couldn’t get away.

“I can't remember the last time you let me hold you down like this.” He rumbled. 

“You can do anything you want, so long as you fuck me!”

Marco growled and thrust inside hard. It was the opposite of the soft lovemaking from this morning. This was pure passion and I responded accordingly. Moaning his name and stroking his back as we rutted like animals. I lost count of my orgasms, but I definitely felt Marco’s as he came deep inside me.

“God…” he groaned. “That was amazing. It’s a good thing you have that insert thingo, or you’d definitely be pregnant right now.”

I had no idea what he was talking about, but I nodded, too breathless to speak. Sofia would be finishing up the meeting and be ready to fly home in a few hours. I wondered how it had gone. Marco gave me a kiss on the cheek and then went to shower so I grabbed my phone and shot off a quick text.

How did the meeting go?

The message sat on the screen, unread and I watched the minutes go by. Maybe they extended things? I don’t know whether or not that was a bad sign. 

“Hey, babe. Are you going to join me or what?”

A thrill went through my body and I shuddered.

“Of course, churri!”

I called, placing the phone down. She would probably have answered by the time we were done. 

~

How did the meeting go?

If it went bad you can tell me, I won’t be angry.

Hey Sofia, it’s been a few days. Could you let me know you’re okay?

You didn’t get arrested or something did you? Or end up in hospital? 

Sofia, it’s almost been a week! You should have been back by now. 

Sofia!!!

I looked at the one sided conversation with a knot in my stomach. It had been almost a week since Sofia left for the meeting and still not a sound from her. I’d visited my old home, but the door was locked each time I went, and the curtains drawn. I’d foolishly left my keys inside, so Sofia had the only set. If she was back, she was doing a good job of pretending otherwise. 

I had no choice but to keep living Sofia’s life. Anxiety balled in my stomach each day as I went about tutoring and completing her studies. It was too easy. Not the studies, they were actually quite tricky, but living her life. It felt so natural to wake up next to Marco with his hand on my hip, to cook traditional Colombian food and flirt my way to half price drinks. 

It wasn't all easy; tutoring wasn't as easy as I thought. I wasn't about to swap bodies again, so I was left with traditional methods, and some people were just stupid, to put it mildly. One guy spent the entire lesson staring at my chest. After an hour, he couldn’t even remember how to say hello. 

It was strange; seeing the hungry look in people’s eyes when looking at me used to fill me with confidence. Now though, I  was feeling my old self-consciousness seep in. It made me flustered and nervous, not horny. It was like my personality was settling into Sofia’s body; the Spanish knowledge was still there, but that fiery personality was muted, mixed with my own more timid personality. 

I should have been annoyed but there was one other side effect of my personality taking hold, and it was quite nice to put it mildly. Marco, what started as simple sex and teasing was growing into something more. Even just over the last few days. Our sex took on a slow, loving quality. He would look me in the eye with such adoration it took my breath away. Each time, I considered sleeping with somebody else for fun, I remembered the look in his eye and thought better of it. It just felt wrong, even though I knew he and Sofia had an open relationship. 

I returned from yet another tutoring session with Mr. Eyes for Brains in a huff to find Marco in the kitchen serving up dinner. The smell of spices and rice filled my nostrils and I sighed.

“It’s so good to be home.”

“Good to see you home…right on time,” Marco replied.

There was a hard edge to his voice, but also relief, and I narrowed my eyes.

“You expected me to be late?”

“Well, I was wondering if you were using your immersion lesson technique…”

“No. I’m…not using that for a while.” I lied. “Just usual techniques. Besides, even if I was, I wouldn't switch with this guy. All he does is stare at me; I don’t think I’ll even bother keeping my last appointment with him.”

Marco’s grip tightened around the serving spoon.

“I could talk to him. If you want.”

I giggled; judging by the fire in Marco’s eyes his idea of ‘talk’ would probably be more of an intimidation. I leaned back in my chair with a teasing grin.

“Marco…are you jealous?”

“...Maybe.”

“You’ve never been jealous before!”

“You’ve not been…I don’t know. Things feel different with you lately. I don’t like the idea of anybody else touching you.”

He seemed to realise what he was saying and quickly changed the subject, serving me up a hot bowl of food, which I started gratefully. It was nice having somebody to come home to. The simple act of having a hot meal, homemade for me each night, felt special. Good company with it helped as well. Butterflies started to dance in my stomach, and I quickly quashed them down. I couldn’t be…developing feelings for Marco could I? He was a man! And Sofia’s boyfriend at that!

Soon she would answer my messages, come home and we’d change back. Simple as that. Then it would be back to my job, back to my empty house with only my own company…back to TV dinners. I tried to force myself to smile at the idea, but instead a pit of cold dread formed in my gut. I was supposed to be anxious to change back but the truth was, I wasn’t. Maybe that’s why I hadn't done much to try and find Sofia, I wanted this life to last as long as possible. 

“You’re quiet tonight.”

“Oh sorry, churri.”

“Thinking about the trip? It’s been a while since we’ve been to Colombia.”

I almost choked on my rice.

“C-Colombia?”

“I know it must be weird going back after all this time, but it’ll be good!” Marco grinned. “Have you packed?”

“N-not yet.”

“Better get started, the flight leaves in the morning.”

A flight? Surely Sofia would have known about this, Marco certainly seemed to think so. So where was she? She wouldn't want to miss her trip! Or have me go in her place; but what choice did I have? 

“We’ll be able to get some authentic food, better than this swill.” Marco jokes.

“You’re an amazing cook.” I replied without hesitation. “I always look forward to coming home to you.”

The words came out more intimate than I intended and Marco’s cheeks flushed. I quickly averted my gaze from his face and nervously tucked a strand of long hair behind my ear. I stuffed my mouth full of rice so I wouldn’t have to talk again. We finished our meal in silence but that night we had sex so passionately it could only be called making love and those butterflies in my stomach didn’t go away. 

~

Watching the plane descend through the clouds into Medellin felt surreal. I had never felt more nervous walking through customs as we approached the plane. I kept expecting the passport official to stop me and reveal who I really was. It was illegal to use somebody else's passport, right? Would I go to jail if they found out I wasn't really Sofia? They didn't, of course, how could they? So here I was, in the city of eternal spring, still in Sofia’s body. 

I had planned to tell Marco the truth, that I was still Richard in her body and that going to Colombia would be a terrible idea but something had stopped me. He seemed genuinely excited for the trip, and his smile made my heart beat faster. I couldn’t disappoint him and if I got a free Colombian holiday out of it, there was no harm done. Still, I stared at the one-sided conversation between Sofia and I for the thousandth time, trying to will a reply into existence. 

Marco says we’re going to Colombia!

Don't you want to switch back? He seems really excited.

He’s quite romantic, I feel like this is a special trip. Maybe you should come back.

You are coming back, right?

Sofia?

“Everything okay?”

Marco was looking at me with concern, a little wrinkle appeared in the centre of his forehead. It was so cute. I was noticing little details like that about him all the time lately. 

“Fine! Just blocking that pervy client.” I lied. 

“You tell me if he’s getting creepy.” Marco insisted, laying a gentle hand on my knee. “I’ll take care of him.”

“He’s thousands of miles away now, let’s not talk about it. Let’s focus on fun! Where are we going first?”

The hotel was lovely. Not like the corporate chain place Sofia probably stayed in Mexico City. It was a locally owned bed and breakfast run by a sweet, plump woman in her fifties who smiled widely when we checked in.

“Honeymooners?” She asked with a cheeky look in her eye. 

“Not this time.” Marco joked, and those butterflies seemed to double in number. 

My mind was instantly filled with images of Marco and I at the altar, my beautiful curvy body clad in a slinky white wedding dress with those strong arms around me as rose petals floated in the air. The longing the image filled me with was a shock, even to me. Those confusing feelings I’d been developing for Marco were starting to feel less confusing and more daunting. Sofia was a go-with-the-flow sort of person, but even she might have an issue with me falling for her boyfriend. I didn't even know how to feel about it myself!  

“How about we put our things in the room, get changed and go dancing?” Marco suggested. “The sun’s setting, I bet there are some great clubs around here.”

I gave his hand a squeeze and grinned excitedly. 

“Sounds great!”

How was I supposed to miss my old life when this one just kept getting better. I was already daydreaming about all the outfits I’d packed. Maybe I would wear the orange mini dress that showed off my smooth skin and the gold necklaces that jingled when I walked. 

“That smile lights up my whole day,” Marco said, kissing me on the cheek. The heat stayed long after his lips had left. 

~

The night was alive with music and laughter, the kind that only Colombia could pull off. I’d been out dancing plenty back home, but here something just felt different. The air was hot and light against my skin and I felt at home on Marco’s arm. 

The energy of the club was infectious. I could feel the beat of the music pulse through my chest, and I couldn’t help but smile as I looked around at the sea of bodies moving in sync with the music. The way my body responded to the rhythm, the sway of my hips, the way my feet seemed to glide effortlessly across the floor—it felt natural, exhilarating like I was meant to do this. Marco followed my lead, his moves in sync with mine. We had the kind of chemistry on the dance floor that made us seem like one person. We laughed, spun, and twirled. It was all effortless, intoxicating.

But then, as I swirled around, I caught sight of the crowd watching us. Their eyes were fixed on me, some with admiration, others with jealousy. My steps faltered for a brief moment, and all at once my self-conscious, submissive side was back in full force. My gaze dropped to the floor, and I lost the rhythm that had once felt so easy. Marco noticed instantly. He pulled me close, his hand resting gently on my back.

“Hey, why don’t we head outside?”

I looked up at him, feeling a pang of relief. He didn’t seem fazed by the stares, and the sincerity in his eyes made the self-consciousness begin to melt away.

“Okay,” I said, nodding.

He led me out of the club and down a side street to a dimly lit alley lined with lanterns casting a soft glow. The music still echoed from the club, but here, it was quieter, more intimate. I felt the cool night air brush against my skin, and for a moment, everything felt peaceful.

“I thought we could just… dance here. Just you and me. No one else to worry about.”

"That sounds perfect."

We didn’t need words after that. The music continued to pulse, just faintly in the background. We swayed together, close enough that I could feel the warmth of his body, the gentle pressure of his hands guiding me, keeping me steady. He was so present, so calm. 

In that moment, it was like we were in our own little world, the lanterns flickering above us and the distant music creating a kind of soundtrack to the night. I rested my head on his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat grounding me. It was quiet here and I felt completely at ease. There was no one else. No one to judge. Just Marco and me, lost in the music, just us. 

“Sofia…” He said quietly. “I’ve been thinking about us. About this open relationship we have.”

I nodded against his chest, too nervous to speak. 

“I don’t know if I am okay with it anymore…I think I am falling in love with you. These last weeks, you’ve been different. In a good way.”

The guilt gnawed at me and I knew I couldn’t lie to him anymore. 

“I love you too, Marco, but…I’m not Sofia.” I whispered. 

It all came out then; that I’d been Richard this whole time and that Sofia wasn't answering her phone. To my surprise, Marco listened quietly without any judgment. When I was finally finished he let out a deep breath and said the last thing I expected.

“So I am actually falling in love with you, not Sofia.”

“Uh, yeah. That doesn’t bother you?”

“Does it bother you?”

“Well, no.”

“Then no. You’re not really a guy anymore, are you?”

I thought for a moment, then shook my head. I was trying really hard to miss my old life, the US, the business, and being male, but I just couldn’t. 

“Then let’s keep going like this, we’re happy. As far as I am concerned, you’re a whole new Sofia.”

I smiled.

“I like the sound of that.”

~

I think I am falling in love with Marco.

Sofia stared at the long list of texts she’d been ignoring. The merger had gone great, better than great, in fact. Now, she was sitting in her new corner office overlooking the city. Conner couldn’t have been prouder and the bonus and raise he’d organised was more money than she’d ever had in her life. It made her tutoring job look like peanuts. 

Guilt tightened around her like a noose. She knew she’d done wrong, staying in Richard’s body this long, but she just couldn’t help it. Reading that email, saying her Visa was being revoked and that she’d have to return to Colombia had sent her into panic mode. She liked this life too much; she loved being a successful businessman, finally, her negotiation and communication skills were being acknowledged, and nobody thought she was a diversity hire. Or that she’d slept with the boss. She was living the American dream, and that was all over the second she went back to her old life. 

That latest message should have made her feel angry; somebody just told her they were falling in love with her boyfriend. But if anything, she felt glad. Marco was nice, but they’d never been in love. He was…easy, convenient, a way not to come home to an empty house. The fact that Richard might be happy with him made that insidious part of her brain whisper that maybe she could keep ghosting him. 

“Hey, Rich!”

Sofia looked up to see Conner standing in the doorway. 

“You think you could handle the new hires tomorrow? They need somebody to show them the ropes and who better than my star negotiator?”

“Tomorrow?”Sofia blinked. “I thought the new hires were coming in on the fifteenth.”

Conner smirked.

“It is the fifteenth tomorrow. You’re working too hard, man. You should hit the town with Martinez and I, we’re celebrating his recovery.”

He kept talking, but Sofia didn't hear him over the rush of blood in her ears. The fifteenth? It couldn’t be…that would mean they had been in one another’s bodies for almost two and a half weeks. If they didn’t switch back soon they wouldn't be able to at all. The earrings had a time limit but it was so long she’d never worried about it before. 

The second Conner was gone, she leapt for her phone and finally opened the one sided conversation with Richard. Her heart sank to her toes; the trip to Colombia, she’d totally forgotten. Maybe she had been trying to put it out of her mind totally when the idea of returning permanently came up. Richard had actually gone? She could see it now, he and Marco trying to return only to be informed that the visa was no longer valid. He’d think she’d done it on purpose to steal his life. Maybe she had, maybe on some subconscious level she’d decided this was her way out. 

“Oh God…” Sofia moaned. “I’m an awful person!”

Fingers trembling, she dialed his number. Free hand looking at the expensive last minute tickets to Medellin; so much for that raise. 

“Sofia!” Richard answered on the second ring and sounded slightly breathless. “Where have you been?”

The guilt tightened, forming a lump in her throat. 

“I’m so sorry, Richard.” She whispered. “I didn’t mean to ghost you. Well, I did, it’s just…I have been enjoying this life so much. The merger went so well, and I am a hero in the office. Well, you are.”

Slowly and guiltily, she explained everything that had happened and kept waiting for him to get angry. But all he said was ‘okay’ or urged her to continue until it was all out in the open. 

“So I am stuck in Colombia for the foreseeable future.” He said quietly. “And if we don’t switch back soon, we’ll be like this forever?”

“Yes, I am looking at flights now, you can't leave, but if I am lucky, maybe I can get a flight that arrives in time. If we met at the airport and found a bathroom-”

“Don’t.”

Sofia froze.

“W-what?”

“Don’t come. Let the change stay.”

“You…can’t be serious.”

“Why not? I finally have a life with somebody who cares about me. I don’t have to sit staring at a computer all day and, I don't know if you noticed, but I am a hot fox.”

Sofia spluttered and laughed. 

“You want the high business life? You can take it. I don’t think I ever wanted it to begin with. I’ve got love, and a happy, simple little life I can live for me. Not the numbers on a spreadsheet.”

“You’re really okay with that?” Sofia question. “I have all the money and power and you don’t get anything?”

“I get Marco,” Richard replied somewhat defensively. “That’s enough. Oh, and a fantastic set of tits.”

Sofia chuckled again; she wanted to triple check, but Richard sounded sure, and she couldn’t deny the excitement welling up inside her. Even when she hung up and closed the laptop full of flights, she couldn’t believe it. She was staying here, in this life, forever. As a little girl, she had always dreamed of making it big in the American business world, and now she had it. And Richard had love, if that was enough for him, she wasn't about to stop it. With a smile on her face, she sent a quick text to Marco.

Thanks for everything. Good luck.

Epilogue

I relaxed back in the lounge chair and took a deep breath in, feeling the familiar weight of my breasts rise and fall. It was a perfect day for sunbathing; the local pool by our new apartment was the perfect place to spend the afternoon. 

At first, the new place had been a temporary measure while we waited and reapplied for visas, but the longer the process dragged on, the less enthused I was by the idea. Colombia felt like home; I loved the hot air and the culture here. Marco had also made enough money to support us easily once he found a good job working for a local restaurant. We were never going to be rich, but we were happy. 

A shadow passed over me, and I opened my eyes to find Marco standing over me, holding two ice cream cones and a goofy grin. 

“There’s my shining star.” I smiled, taking the ice cream and kissing him before taking a lick. “Mmmm, this is perfect.”

“You’re perfect.”

I stuck my tongue out at him and giggled, only to jump slightly as a drip of ice cream landed on my chest. With a huff, I pressed my finger to it, wiping the slippery substance off my breast and then licking my finger clean. I turned my gaze and saw Marco was staring, mouth wide open. I giggled in delight. 

“You perv.”

“What? You can’t just do something like that and expect me not to stare!”

“Well, why don't we go home, and you can show me just how I make you feel.”

“You’d better hurry up and eat that ice cream. It’s not a long walk home.”

A shiver ran down my spine, and I gladly got to my feet. That spicy, feisty side of Sofia still shone through from time to time. Marco said I was the best tease in the world, but the moment we got in the bedroom, I melted against him. There was nothing I loved more than submitting to him fully, feeling those strong arms around me as he slowly thrust in and out, pinning me in place while we made love. Just thinking about it now made me wet, and I was glad my bikini was still damp from my swim earlier. 

I was ready to jump right into bed when we arrived, but something caught my eye. An envelope tucked under our front doorstep. Never one to miss an opportunity, I bent down and gave my butt a suggestive little wiggle for Marco and grabbed it before opening the door. My plan had been to fling it on the hall shelf until we were done, but the handwriting caught me by surprise: it was my old handwriting. 

“Wait a moment, churri.” I whispered.

“Why? This is torture.”

“Look, it’s from Richard.”

There were few things that could make Marco stop once he got going; that was one of them. I was still in contact with Richard, the original Sofia, of course, but normally he just texted. Why send a physical letter? Inside was a simple slip of paper and two pairs of earrings. 

Dear Sofia,

I hope things are going well. I’ve earned myself another promotion, I practically run the place now. Cameron spends more time drinking and partying, pretty sure the employees are starting to notice and are vying for me to take the CEO position officially. I’ll let you know how it goes, but I feel pretty confident. I was thinking about you both the other day and remembered these. I am sure you tossed yours ages back but I thought I’d give you the option again. If you ever miss being male, or want to spice things up in the bedroom, now you have the chance. 

Have fun!

Richard

I poured the earrings onto my palm and stared at them. Marco’s brow furrowed.

“Do you want that?” He asked.

“To trade places with some stranger and be male again?”

“Temporarily.”

“No. Not a chance.” 

I didn't hesitate to throw the earrings over my shoulder into the street and wrap my arms around Marco’s neck.

“You’re all I want,” I whispered. “Now, let’s get back to it.”

With a primal growl, he kissed me hard, making my knees weak. We fell inside, ready for another passionate love making session. My eyes fluttered open just as the door was closing. Just in time to see a man on the street pick up the earrings and look at them curiously. I smiled; he was in for quite the shock if he tried them out.