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Disclaimer: I’m a novice at writing. My stories are my own. 60-90% are true. Be gentle with me.
My wife and I both work. We have no kids, so far. Our only consistent hobby is the gym. Aside from that, our professional life dominates our day-to-day and we frequently fight our schedules to carve out romantic time for the two of us.
It was meant to change in June of last year.
We have quite some money saved up. Good jobs, nobody to buy tiny clothes for, few opportunities to spend it on going out or other events. We like to say we are good with money but in the end it’s just us being too tired to get ourselves excited after work.
Cancun will change this. A reset. Fresh air, sun, beaches, music, culture, meeting new people for once, everything we dream of when we lie in bed.
The big day came.
We had packed, our younger neighbor promised to water our plants. She is the only one capable of keeping things alive in our apartment building that we know of and are on speaking terms with.
The trip to the airport is the usual uneventful, stressful, draining sucker it always is. Personally, I like airports. They are this magic place where you can see someone asleep at a café table, the next table is having beers, and the third is doing a business meeting. No rules. Freedom. Chaos. Wrapped up in the excitement of going some place new. Too bad humanity spent the last decades turning the subsequent air travel from its magic early years into the shittiest, most crowded, and annoying six hours of breathing human flatulence possible. A real floor-drop from the giddy excitement that hits me every time I’m at an airport.
Fast travel.
The actual flight being as uneventful as most are, let me take this opportunity to tell you about the main characters.
My wife, Julie, a 30 year old red-head, about 5,2 with a perfect Venus body shape. She says she is too chubby. I think she looks like sex. Long red hair. A cute face. Breasts that tease their size no matter what she wears, without being overly aggressive. Her stomach has just the slightest bit of something extra but in a way that makes what lies further south just seem so much more of a perfect whole. A small patch of pubic hair crowns the center of my physical desire. A real woman. She doesn’t know it and she thinks she doesn’t attract but boy is she wrong.
Myself. Theo. A 36 year old male, 5,8, quite fit due to 3×2 hours hitting weights for two years straight. Sandy blonde hair, blue eyes, friendly to the point of foolishness. Her being my everything and me being her first serious boyfriend that escalated into marriage seems odd, given my not so tempered past. It’s not the focus of this story so let’s just sum it up that I have had threesomes with other couples, shared an ex-girlfriend in a foursome with another couple when I was in university, and I have experienced quite a lot of wanted attention at clothing-optional parties in my wild time. Especially the times with couples are seared into my mind. The thrill of fucking someone else’s girl/wife. It’s just something else.
Does she know? Some of it. For a while she liked it when I told her about these things but stress and workload killed that spark down to cold ash.
Arrival.
Cancun. If you haven’t been, yank up some Latin music and go watch a cheesy commercial on youtube. If you have been, I don’t need to describe the depth of pleasant sensory overload that hit’s you when you walk out of the airport. Sun, music, jungle, smiles, excited people.
The shuttle to the airport was an exciting tease of things to come. It’s early afternoon when he get to the resort. Adults only. Why would we want to have screaming kids around us if we don’t have some ourselves? Not that we dislike them. It’s just a bit calmer.
We check in. We get a drink at the reception. So far so good. A lot of couples and a few small groups are lounging about in the main building. The typical crowd. Quite a few in their 50s and up and a bunch of younger folks, enjoying their best life.
We get a map and the helpful receptionist draws a line onto the map. We are here. Go there. Simple. Nice tits. It flashes across my brain before I can stop myself. Three days without cumming will do that to any healthy male who stares down the ample bosom of a gorgeous dark skinned women in her 20s who is bending over in front of him to be so helpful. Time to get to the room, I think. I look up. A 50-something blond in a bikini is staring right into my eyes. She smiles knowingly. This: I know you want to fuck that and I caught you at it. -smile. She has a nice big set of tits on her, those nipples must be huge, I think. Her husband is standing right next to her. I’m probably bigger than him from the looks of it…Stop it!!!
I turn slightly red, navigate Julie out of danger territory and we take off, walking through the beautifully arranged resort. The flora and fauna are presenting themselves from the best possible side. We are floating.
We pass several small areas that are fenced off. A path with a chain, a small door, and thick jungle vegetation around them. A note tells me that these are numbered small enclaves that one could rent for a few hours or an entire day. Never seen that before. Intriguing. Deliciously intriguing. Let’s keep that in mind for later.
As we pass a few smaller pool-areas we notice quite a few bare torsos of both genders. Interesting and refreshingly European. Julie doesn’t fail to notice them nor my reaction. Her smile says it all.
We get to the room. The first snag… It’s up high. No ground floor garden and hammock. We are on the second story, no ocean view either. Damn. Julie looks at me. “I really wanted to either have my feet on the ground or sip white wine while looking at the sunset ocean. Now we have neither.” she complains. Thinking I want to rescue the mood before the long day makes it more dramatic than it needs to: “It’s not going to ruin our trip. We will hardly spend much time in our room anyway, let’s make the best of it.”
Julie smirks. You are probably right. July starts undressing. I’ll go for a shower and wash the airplane off. Not one to miss an opportunity, I immediately grab her from behind. Have I mentioned I haven’t cum in three days? My hard dick presses against her. My fingers grab her tits. I’m thinking too fast cowboy… I am right. Julie moans, not in the sexy way… I feel like crap. Let’s do it later. Let me grab a good long shower first. She disappears into the master bathroom. Walking through our apartment, I realize, our room features a small extra bathroom, just a sink and a toilet. Odd and another first (it will become important later….).
Julie shouts through the room: I’M TAKING A BATH, WE HAVE A RELAX-JACCUZI. Great. There goes my evening. I really overplayed my cards. Typical.
I briefly open the MB-door. I’m going to take a walk babe.
It’s dark now. 6 o’clock. The equator says lights out people. Walking through the small paths, I see the cluster of pools. The main one is lit by lanterns and a fire-feature. We are exactly where we wanted to go.
I make a few turns. I end up in a sort of maze. Small paths, thick bushes and hedges. What a weird thing to have in a resort. I see the sign and then it clicks. I’m back at the private enclaves. I should be back at our apartment building though. I must be close.
One of the enclaves has it’s chain lying to the side. A sliver of light is visible through the thick vegetation. The door slightly ajar. Cool, I can take a look, maybe we want to rent one for ourselves. I walk in. I notice the temperature change first. Outside it was an amazing, warm but refreshing breeze. With every step. The temperature goes up. The air becomes thicker. I quickly realize why. The light isn’t artificial. It’s actual fire. Beyond the door, the path takes two sharp corners. Just before I walk around the second one, I hear a voice. I freeze solid. Not empty. Someone is in here. I’m trespassing.
Any decent person would have turned heel and left. I’m too nosy for that. Not my best character trait.
I slowly peek around the corner. A fireplace, just about in the center of the clearing. Several seats backed up against the hedge. To the right of the fireplace, in a perfect line, a bed with white curtains and canopy. As everything in this magical place, it’s just perfect.
Just not perfect enough to distract me from what’s happening in front of my eyes. The woman from the reception. Boy was I right. Her body is amazing. Those huge tits. Enormous, round and pointy nipples. This time, there is no Bikini to shield my view. The dancing light gentle caresses her skin. Bright and gentle at the same time. She is covered in sweat. Standing at the bed, holding onto one of the pillars with both arms. Her face rests against the wood. Her mouth is slightly open. Her eyes closed. She moans deeply. I was right in one more regard. I am bigger than her husband. Much bigger. Especially since he is lying on his back, his hands tied above his head and he wears a gleaming silver cock cage that pushes his manhood inwards. He’s basically just a set of balls right now. I would have thought: What a loser. What I was thinking is: This is the hottest scene I have ever seen with my naked eye.
Behind this scorching hot blond stands the largest black man I have seen outside of a basketball game. His Gluteus Maximus flexes hard with every push. He doesn’t fuck her. He rams her. His body glistens with sweat, too. They must have been at it for a while. I have a perfect angle. Standing at 90 degrees to their right. I can see why she moans so deeply. Every time he pulls out, I can see the python-level dick that he forces up inside her body. Which hole… I think. I don’t really think. I’m grabbing my cock, my lust boiling. I stand just behind the corner. Watching her getting fucked. It’s difficult to put into words. I have fucked married women before. He is doing more than that. He is fucking her vows right out of her brain. She pushes against him, greedy. A mare in heat. He dominates her. Uses her flesh. His muscles visibly working their power as his hands pull her small frame onto his cock. Her tits are red. Her nipples swollen and hard. Again and again he twists them, pulls them. She bites down on her shoulder to keep herself from screaming out loud. I am jerking furiously. I can’t not. I wish I could fuck her. I wish my cock was inside of her. I wish Julie was getting speared by this man. What??? He pulls her onto him. His hands grabbing her upper arms, pulling her back, he leans back, she rises to her toes. The way he twitches… Time stands still. She hangs there. Like a ragdoll. Her bull firmly lodged inside of her body. Her face contorting in silent agony. Her body twitching in orgasm…. Seconds, minutes, hours seem to pass.
He slowly let’s her find her feet. They stand together. He is still inside of her. He caresses her. She is in his arms. He says something only she can hear. She smiles. Nods. Then he takes a step back. I see his cock for the first time in full length. I lack a reference. It seems too big to have been inside of her. Not as thick as some of the dicks you know from porn but long, fat and potent. Most of all. Bare. My poor brain tries to compute as they move. He pulls back. Sits down. His cock on full display. Wet with her juice. Her hand covers her vagina. She smiles at him. Climbs onto the bed. I let go of my dick, I will explode otherwise. Her husband hasn’t moved. Can’t really move. She moves up to his head. Swings one of her petite legs across him. Grabs onto the headboard of the bed and then, just from assuming proportions and distance in my head, she rubs her thoroughly fucked and filled up cunt on his open mouth.
I can’t anymore. My cock is rebelling against my brain. I have never been this edged on. She rides his face now. Fucks his face. She twists, grabs his cage with one hand and pulls on it.
In that moment, her eyes fall on the entrance. Fall on mine. A poetic image. Her spent bull to the left. Her husband underneath his queen. Her slow riding motion on his face. Her big tits on full display. Her boring green eyes looking into mine. I grab my dick and cum.
What a day.
I walk into our room. My brain feels different. My balls are as empty as they have ever been. Did she say something? Do anything? I honestly don’t remember. I just remember the intensity of the orgasm and then hiding my spent dick in shame and making a run for it.
Julie is in bed. Lights are out. The balcony door is open. I quietly walk through the room. I need air. I look down. I see the light of a single fire. Our balcony has a perfect view of the enclave I just left.
Oh god. Did Julie…..
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