We were vacationing in California wine country. While soaking in our swimsuits in a hot tub at our hotel, we met two couples from Argentina who were visiting America together. The older couple was made up of a bald, but handsome fellow in his late forties and his shapely wife in her mid-thirties, who was perhaps a tad too curvy. The other couple held a massively buffed, Italian-looking fellow in his mid thirties and his slender and much darker wife in her late twenties. The two men could speak English fairly well but their wives could understand only a tad more than they could say, but they couldn’t say much.
We all were drinking wine from plastic wine glasses, and we talked about wine and drinks. The older guy told us that he had a bottle of rare Argentine liqueur, which he offered us a tasting of in their hotel room. My wife and I accepted and we went back to our room to remove our wet swimsuits and put on only our bathrobes before having our nightcap with the Argentinians. They were all wearing robes as well, save for the younger guy who wore only a towel wrapped around his waist.
The liquor was super sweet and tasty. The older fellow had told us that he owned the finest beauty salon in Cordoba. He stated it as if it were an unquestionable fact, not a value judgment. He was interesting, as he looked very European and he was charming and intelligent. If he hadn't been bald on top, he would have been ruggedly handsome. His wife had nice big breasts, beautiful eyes, a sexy mouth, and an extreme hourglass figure, which was moving towards deliciously plump. No doubt that when she was in her twenties, she was the most beautiful woman in Cordoba, maybe the whole of Argentina. The other woman probably looked fantastic when she was in her early twenties, but on that day she looked a bit too Indian, too sinewy; still, she was slender and fun loving. Her husband looked like he was born in New York, as he was dripping with gold chains, bracelets, and rings. He was also powerfully built, with massive arms and broad shoulders. I am sure that he was naturally very hairy, but his chest and back were hairless. I liked him, as he had a childlike joy about him as he described all that he had seen in America, which he proclaimed to be the best country in the world. "New York the beautiful" he said repeatedly.
The older guy kept complimenting my ex, telling her that she would make a fantastic blonde. This was not to my liking, but my ex was eating it all up. He pointed out many famous blonde actresses who were born redheads, which I believe include Marylin Monroe. At these remarks, his wife got interested and she began messing with my wife’s hair. She told her husband in Spanish that she could put my wife’s hair up. My ex told her to go for it and two Argentine women broke out suitcases filled with beauty supplies. Soon that had my wife’s hair done up in a regal hairdo. They told her that they had some clothes she should try on and the older woman pulled out a long green cotton dress. My wife’s eyes went big, as she lived to buy clothes. The older guy shook his head and stood up, explaining that another dress would be much better. He went digging and pulled out an expensive looking black dress and matching heels. He then beckoned his wife and my wife to follow him into the bathroom.
About ten minutes later, my wife walked out looking like she was ready for a Vogue cover shoot. They had put makeup on her and worked on her hair some more—and of course she was wearing the dress and heels. Although the dress looked a tad tight on her (it must have belonged to the younger, thinner woman), she was stunning. The young Italian-looking guy looked up from his maps and said something in Spanish that meant: Wow!
My wife felt like Cinderella at the ball. They had her try on two other outfits, both of which looked equally lovely on her. It was getting late and the Latin American ladies were tired and needed to ......, so we invited the two men back to our hotel room for some more talking and drinking. My wife went into the bathroom and got back into her robe and all four of us left their room. Then it hit me. She wasn’t wearing anything under her robe, so when she was in the bathroom getting dressed, the older guy got to see her naked. My head was spinning from this fact and from all the wine.
