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Part 2: Our vacation continues.
Morning
Sunlight is so bright near the equator. So warm, so relaxing, it’s hard to describe.
The balcony door is open. I blink, sleepy. When did I go to bed? Julie comes out of the bathroom, wearing only a towel to keep her long red hair in check. What a way to wake up… Down boy. Up boy? Is she in the mood? Being just a guy, my intrusive thoughts speak a simple language. Those tits man. I’m the luckiest guy on the planet.
Out loud, I say Morning love, you look beautiful! Good job brain, you managed to win the everlasting fight against being a complete dumbass.
Julie smiles from ear to ear. Isn’t it great here? I can’t believe we are actually here. I smile back. So she didn’t see anything… Would she be this chill if she had seen what I had seen? Probably not.
After a short few minutes, I take a cool shower, throw on some pants and a shirt, dig my sandals out of the trunk and we head down for breakfast. We pass through the enclaves. Empty and quiet. Julie doesn’t say a thing but why would she if she doesn’t know?
Resort breakfast buffets in Cancun are just something else. Have you ever been to Disney? Imagine that level of happiness and abundance but without the trip back down to earth when you realize it’s just a huge hassle.
We find a quiet table near the ocean front. Wind drifts through the hall. A waiter fills our coffee cups, wishing us a good morning. I voice my appreciation using up 50% of my total Spanish vocabulary in one go. The no kids thing really changes the mood. It’s just a bit different. People are a bit different. People are fucking different. I almost choke on my coffee. My gaze had wandered off, only to land on the table next to us. A slightly older couple is enjoying their best time. He looks well groomed, sure of himself. Do you know this energy of someone who is used to being completely himself and enjoys it thoroughly? She is stunning. European features, perhaps French or Italian. A beautiful face. Her white, netted sundress hugs her form perfectly. Only an Adults only resort would allow a tenant to wear this to a common area. I look up at Julie but she is dreamily enjoying the view. I try to not stare openly but it’s difficult. Not only are her deep dark nipples poking directly through the netted fabric, she is obviously, gloriously, completely nude and that dress is doing nothing to hide it from the world. My cock is raging.
I look around. Why haven’t I noticed it before? Usually, at least pants and real clothes are expected to be worn in common spaces. I notice it more and more. Women wearing next to nothing. Bikinis that don’t hide anything. String bottoms. The table next to my European beauty is just as revealing. Julie notices my gaze. Damn.
I make a point of eating. She smiles at me. Slightly mockingly. At least she isn’t mad.
The beach
Having stared at my plate for the rest of breakfast, we finally get up, make our way back to the room and get ready for the beach. The trip is starting to catch up with me. I grab a Mojito for each of us while Julie protects our two sunbeds. Music is playing somewhere. I drift off to sleep.
When I open my eyes, Julie kneels next to me. One of the beach boys told me they have a spa! I found a massage offer. They have a spot but I have to run. I’ll go and be back here in an hour or so.
Sure love. Enjoy yourself. Meet me back here? I turn to my side. How much I needed this. To just relax and let life play around me. My eyes close again. My soul is healing.
The next time I open my eyes, I feel hot. Not the good kind. Shit. I didn’t re-apply sunscreen. I jump up. The sun is getting low. How long did I sleep? I’m pretty red. Not horrible but definitely a light burn. Where is Julie? Next to me. Not red. She is smart… I move to wake her but stop myself. I’m the idiot, not her. I get up. We brought after sun. I make my way to our room. Pass through the beach area. Even in my state I can’t help but notice how many women are topless around the beach. A heavenly place. When I get to the edge of the beach, the brush becomes thicker. Palm trees and a lot of green. The loungers become fewer. Further apart. I see a woman lying on her stomach. That dress next to her… It’s breakfast lady. Only she is not alone. Where is her husband? She is fully naked. Oily. A muscular, dark man is skillfully massaging her legs. Is this the Spa? It doesn’t look like it. I walk as slow as I can without stopping. I don’t want to be titled the resort creep on day 1. His fingers follow her toned legs all the way to her perfectly shaped ass. His thumbs circle her tanned skin. I can’t get over the fact that she is full on nude.
I keep going. Maybe if I’m quick, I can steal another glance once I’m back. I hit the room fast. Cover myself in after sun and put on a beach shirt. I walk down. Past the enclaves. Some seem occupied. I make my way back down to the beach. My path is slightly different and I end up at a walk in bar, a few feet away from the path I took when I went up to the room. I stop and think I can get another round for us. I walk up to the bar. Place my order and turn around. European girls husband is right next to me. Chatting to her. Not her her. Not his gorgeous wife. I look straight into those piercing green eyes. She looks into mine. I freeze. Full on brain tilt. Why? Because the last time I looked into those eyes she… Right before that, she got…
She leans forward. Tells something to the husband. He briefly looks at me, smiles and walks off. Nothing in between us. No protective layer of other humans. She is wearing a bikini. Well half of one. Her huge tits are as naked as they could possibly be. She looks at me. Almost calculating. Why.. Won’t… My…. Brain…. Do….. Something…..
She closes the distance. I breathe in. Breathe her in. Her smell is intoxicating. Flowery but more potent. Not cute. Erotic. She never breaks eye contact. Her face is next to mine. In a low voice, not a whisper, a strong, purposeful dark voice, she asks: Did you enjoy seeing me get fucked?
What the fuck do you say to that? Her bluntness deletes whatever socially acceptable thing I could have said. Yes. I say.
She smiles. Steps closer. Her rock hard nipples touch me, she is so close. I’ll get fucked again tonight. Her hand grabs me. It. Me. My cock. My balls. She has me completely in her grasp. I almost shout, partially due to surprise, partially due to what it does to my body. I tense and relax within a split second. Find me at 10. The same place. Don’t be late.
Evening
The rest of the day passes in a blur. We hang out at the beach. Have a couple of drinks. Go to dinner. Julie is mostly quiet. A day in the sun will do that for you. I try to engage her into a conversation a few times but I soon give up. We head up to the room. She lies down on her side of the bed. It’s barely 9 and she starts snoring lightly.
I am torn. I sit in a chair, scroll through my phone. Go to bed moron. It’s 10:00. If you go to bed now, you can get up early and get a great spot for the two of you tomorrow. Is she getting fucked already? I look at Julie. I wish she was awake. Empty balls would make it easier. I should jerk off. Take off the edge. Never make decisions with a loaded gun they say. I get up to go to the bathroom and play a game of choking the chicken.
As I quietly close our hotel room door behind me, I’m thinking this is such a fucking moronic mistake but my steps take me down the hall…
The evening is, once again, heavenly. My blood is pumping. 10:30. Maybe it’s all done? I reach the enclave. The chain hangs to the side. The door is slightly ajar. I enter. My feet making my choices. I come to that corner. I slow down. I mastered the skill of moving so slowly, I’m invisible. Moron. I take a deep breath. In for a penny… I step around the corner.
Night
The fire is burning. Dancing. There she is. On the bed this time. On all fours. Behind her, a different black man is ramming her. There is no other word for it. He has her hips in both of his hands and pulls her onto his cock, pushes into her at the same time, smashing her. Her huge tits hang low and swing erotically from side to side. Her head bops up and down. She is sucking her husband. Wait. Wrong husband. Not her husband. Where is her husband? There is nobody else. The well-groomed guy from the bar. The husband of that drop-dead gorgeous European beauty lies in front of her, backed up against the headboard. He sees me. Smiles knowingly. Just then, his eyes close. His pelvis jerks forward. Again. Again. She never breaks contact. I can see her throat working. Swallowing. He is done. She brushes her hair to the side. Looks at him. Turns. Sees me. She smiles, never stopping what’s going on.
He gets up. He obscenely grabs one of her tits. I’ll check in on Gabrielle, see if she is having fun. Fun I think… Does this register right now? He gets off the bed. Pulls on a pair of pants and walks by me. Again, no words, just a knowing smile.
She looks at me. Come here. I walk closer. Sit. I sit down on the bed. Where he sat just a second ago. I awkwardly shuffle around. Turn. Lean against the headboard. She is staring at me. Her face getting rocked from behind. Literally. Those green eyes. She opens her lips. Never breaking eye contact. A moan escapes her. Low. Deep. Another. She pushes back more. She quietly moans: Fuck me harder. My brains subroutines register how ripped this man really is. A beautiful man. He fucks her harder. Deeper. She moans again. She looks deep into my eyes. She opens her lips: Fuck my married cunt. I can’t breathe. My erection is at full power. A wet spot of precum on my white pants is clearly visible where my head fights against the fabric. The black guy slaps her ass hard. His thrusts quicken. More. More. She looks back at him. Do it. She turns to me. With her firm, low, voice she moans: Cum in my married cunt. I hold my breath. He doesn’t. He almost shouts. He pounds her. Fucks it into her. She visibly and audibly cums on his thick, hard cock.
I sit there. Shaken. Not as shaken as she obviously. He pulls out. She says something to him. He uses his shirt to wipe his dick, puts on his pants and walks out, his soiled shirt in his hand. Bare chested into the night.
She turns to me. I am speechless. On all fours, she crawls up to me. I wonder she says. She unbuttons my pants. I really wonder. She pulls out my cock. She climbs higher. Sits on my. My erection lined up against her ass. She looks into my eyes. Those green eyes. Her sweaty, beautiful tits press hard against my chest. Button by button she opens my short. Her pelvis moves. Her ass ever so slightly moves against my cock. Edging. She takes off my shirt. Presses against me. With purpose. Letting me feel her naked tits against my chest. She looks into my eyes. I wonder what gets you more…. She rises, lines up my cock. Gods…. The thought of my freshly…fucked…married…pussy… My head is at her entrance. Or the thought of… She slides down. I glide into her stretched out hole… your beautiful wife getting bred by a black cock…. I hold on to reality for dear life. Don’t cum. Don’t cum. Don’t cum. She grabs my hair. Pulls my head back. Feel me? I can barely feel you big boy. I’ve been here for a week and I’ve spent every night getting blacked. I honestly believe her. I can barely feel her. Except that incredible heat. It doesn’t matter. It really doesn’t matter. The mindfuck is everything. I can only stare back, inaudibly. Imagine seeing your wife like this. Lined up and speared by a black bull. Imagine feeling your little wife like this. Full of black cum. Her cunt loose. I grab her ass. I can feel wetness everywhere. His cum on my dick, my balls. Her blazing heat. Her fire. I fuck up into her. She smiles. Knowingly. She grabs my hair again. Pulls my face against her tits. I suck on those hard long nipples. She grabs one of mine. Twists. Pulls my face from her tit. I frantically fuck up into her. She smashes down onto me. She bends down. Moans into my ear. I know you…… Her ass drops down hard. I’m all the way inside of her. I see who you are. She does it again. I know what you need….. She stares into my eyes, grabs my face. Give me your cum. Now! My hands fly to her tiny ass. I grab it. Claw it. Press her down. Cum explodes up my cock. It rushes out of me. Into her. Into her bare, unprotected, cum-filled, married cunt.
Tilt.
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