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A Journey to Desire Ch. 01

By: swingerjoe



Author's note: This story is Part One of a five part series. It is intentionally slow to build, as it is important for the reader to understand the backgrounds and motivations of the main characters in order to fully appreciate the rest of the story.



I was only a few weeks away from celebrating my 40th birthday. As I suppose many people do at that point in their lives, I found myself reflecting upon what I had accomplished in my life, and what goals still lay ahead. My wife, Michelle, and I had already achieved most of the goals we had ever set for ourselves. We owned a nice house, raised three healthy and happy children, held two steady jobs and generated enough income to provide a decent lifestyle for our family. It seemed as though there were nothing left to do but hold on to what we had and play out the string until retirement. Looking back, I suppose it is that very realization that causes many people to experience a "mid-life crisis."

Michelle and I shared a very loving and healthy relationship, where honesty, communication and trust were the glue that held us together. In sixteen years of marriage, the only reason we ever argued was to reconcile our drastically different libidos. Simply put, my sexual appetite was drastically greater than hers. Of course, this is a very common problem for couples – especially those married for as long as we had been. For many years, we struggled to find a balance in our sex life that was acceptable to both of us. I tried everything I could imagine to introduce some variety and excitement into our love-making, but nothing seemed to have any effect on her sexual appetite.

Finally, after years of back-and-forth struggle, we seemingly reached an unspoken compromise where we settled into a pattern of having sex every third night. By adopting this regimen, she believed that I could no longer complain about not having sex often enough, as I was surely getting it more often than most husbands. While that was certainly true, frequency was only half the problem as far as I was concerned. The larger issue, in my mind, was that our sex life had become mundane and void of passion. This new every-third-day schedule only exacerbated that problem, as it robbed the act of all passion, spontaneity and excitement. Eventually, I grew weary of having my best efforts rejected, and I conceded defeat in our long battle.

Our 17th anniversary was only a couple months away, and yet we still hadn't booked our annual vacation. Years before, Michelle's parents were kind enough to offer to watch our children for a week during our anniversary to allow us to reconnect as a couple. Since I was about to celebrate a milestone birthday, Michelle mentioned that she wanted to combine these two celebrations and do something extra special that year. I had no idea how "special" until she came to me one night with a suspicious grin on her face. 

"I think I may have found a place," she said.

"Okay," I replied, hesitantly, "where are we going?"

She proceeded to describe a resort in Cancun, Mexico called Temptations. It is an all-inclusive resort that features two large pools, a beach area and several restaurants. Best of all, no children are allowed. 

To that point in her description, it seemed like any other resort in the Caribbean. But her smile grew even wider and she added that the resort is divided in half, with one half allowing topless sunbathing around the pool area. She waited for my reaction – and she received the one she wanted.

"Seriously?" was all I could manage to say. She just nodded her head and maintained her infectious smile with that cute dimple on her left cheek that melted my heart so many years before.

"So...you would sunbathe topless." It was more of a question than a statement. She nodded again.

"And you would be okay with strange men looking at you?"

Another nod. She was still smiling. This entire conversation was so out of character; I simply couldn't believe what I was hearing. While Michelle wasn't exactly a "prude," she was never very sexually adventurous, either. This idea was coming straight out of left field.

"I want to do something special for your birthday," she said, "and I know this is something you would really, really like!"

She looked so excited, and I couldn't help but feel excited, too. Her bright green eyes sparkled. But at the same time, I couldn't help but wonder whether I was being tested in some way. Did she want me to tell her I didn't want any strange men looking at her naked tits? In all honesty, the mere idea of it was making my dick hard for a reason I couldn't quite fathom.

Then a thought occurred to me. Many years ago, she caught me looking at a porn site, and she considered it as a personal insult. She believed I was looking at that site because I thought the women in the videos were more attractive than her, and that she wasn't enough for me. In actuality, I was looking because I'm a guy, and that's what guys do. I needed a sexual release, and I knew she wouldn't do it for me, so I was getting myself excited so that I could do it myself. I thought I was doing her a favor. I found it hard to believe that she was suddenly okay with the idea of me looking at other half-naked women.

"And, just so we're clear, you'd be okay with me looking at other women's naked tits?"

Again, she nodded her head, wearing that same playful smile.

"Let's sleep on it," I said, and she looked a little disappointed, as if she expected me to jump on this opportunity. I was so skeptical about her motives that I felt we should allow some time to let this idea percolate.

The next day was a Saturday, and she had a rare day off from work. I awoke to the sensation of her soft hair pressed upon my chest and gentle kisses on my neck. I barely had a chance to open my eyes when she spoke.

"So...have you thought about it?" she asked. Even in my half-awake state of confusion, I realized that her suggestion from the night before wasn't just some passing phase or a test of my character. She was actually serious. Before I had a chance to respond, I felt her soft, warm hand grasp my rigid morning wood under our blanket. She squeezed it tight, loosened her grip, and then squeezed again. I could not recall the last time we had sex in the daylight – never mind in the morning.

While still gripping my cock, she began kissing my chest, and then my abs, and eventually worked her way down to my cock. She gave it a soft kiss and then wrapped her lips around my head and slowly took it into her mouth. She slid her mouth halfway down my shaft, and then up toward my head, and continued that bobbing motion in slow motion while the fingernails of her right hand tickled my balls. Although it had only been two days since our last sexual encounter, the excitement of having spontaneous morning sex put me on the edge of an orgasm quickly. I gave her my usual warning signal, tapping her on the back, and she withdrew and jerked me off onto my belly.

"What was that all about?" I asked, as she continued to playfully stroke my softening dick.

"I just felt like it," she said with a dirty smile. "I can't stop thinking about going to that resort."

She continued to be unusually flirty with me throughout that day, giving me spontaneous hugs and kisses, and allowing me to fondle her ass. It was such unusual behavior that I couldn't help but wonder what had come over her. At the same time, however, I wasn't about to question it.

"Let's do it," I finally told her, later that day. "Book it."

Her eyes widened, and she smiled. "Awesome! Consider it done!"

That night, after the kids went to bed, we lay on the couch watching TV. I was sitting at the end of the couch, and she was lying on her back with her head propped up on a pillow against me. At some point in our program, without warning, she lifted her shirt, took my hand, and placed it on one of her tits. She never wore a bra at night, and her firm, natural, C-cup breasts felt soft and warm to my touch. Her large nipples were rigid, as if she had just walked in from the cold.

Normally, she wouldn't let me touch her tits, as she always told me they were too sensitive. I found this rare opportunity to be an incredibly thrilling surprise. I continued to rub, squeeze and massage her tits, and she interrupted me to remove her shirt completely over her head. Her beautiful, shapely tits were now fully exposed for me to play with.

"What's this all about?" I asked.

"Well," she replied. "I figure I'm going to be topless soon, so I'd better get used to it, right?"

While I savored this rare opportunity, she reached down and her hand disappeared under the fabric of her pajama pants. Her eyes closed, her mouth opened, and her chest began to heave with each breath.

She flipped over onto her belly, reached into my lap and fished my dick out of my pajama pants. I was already rock-hard from playing with her tits, and she put it right in her mouth. I have always thought that she is an incredibly talented cocksucker. Granted, we had married young, and I hadn't had a lot of experience with other women, but I couldn't imagine anyone doing a better job. She had a wonderful technique for using her tongue and mouth, and she seemed to have total control of when and how powerful my orgasm would be. She took great delight in keeping me on the edge of an orgasm for an extended time, and the fact that she really enjoyed sucking cock only added to the pleasure.

I needed to fuck her, so I pulled her head away and positioned her so that she kneeled on the floor with her head on our couch. I yanked down her pants and panties, approached her from behind, and easily slid my cock inside her, eliciting a sexy moan. I hadn't felt her so excited and wet in quite some time. I tried to take it slow, but I couldn't hold out for long. I thrust into her hard and fast until I exploded. At the same time, her body tensed and shook, and she had an orgasm herself. This was surprising, since it usually took her longer to reach that point.

She had to go to work early the next day, so she quickly gathered her clothes and kissed me good-night. As she turned the corner to head upstairs, she mentioned, almost as an afterthought, "By the way, I was looking at another resort in Cancun. It's called Desire. Why don't you Google it, and let me know what you think?"

She disappeared, leaving me for the night. I was curious why she was looking at any other resorts when she was clearly very excited about Temptations. Of course, I instantly Googled Desire resort in Cancun. As shocking as her initial suggestion had been, I wasn't remotely prepared for what I was about to learn.

Desire is a clothing-optional resort – meaning, guests walk around completely naked. I had barely wrapped my head around the idea of Michelle being seen topless, and now she was considering being completely naked in front of others? Not only that, but I would have to be naked as well, and I wasn't sure how I felt about that. I took pride in my body, watched what I ate, and worked out regularly. And while I wasn't exactly "hung", I didn't have any reason to be ashamed in that department. But I had never been naked in front of strangers before, and had never even considered such a wild notion.

As I continued my research, I discovered that this resort features a large pool and a beach area where guests lounge around completely naked throughout the day. I tried to wrap my head around what it must be like to see so many naked people all in one place. I imagined how amazing it would be for me and Michelle to lie on a beach bed with a white canopy overhead, with the ocean waves rolling in just a few yards below our feet, lying completely naked next to each other and simply enjoying each other's company.

I learned that open displays of sexual contact are not permitted anywhere at the resort with the exceptions of two areas: the hot tub and something called the "playroom." The hot tub is located on the rooftop of one of the buildings overlooking the pool. It is large enough to hold 30 people, and there are beds lining the perimeter of the hot tub area where couples are allowed to have sex in full view of everyone. The "playroom" is a small room at the back end of the resort's disco, which features beds and mats where couples may have sex – again, in full view of the others in the room.

My mind was a whirlwind of confusion, excitement, anxiety and incredulousness. I desperately wanted to wake up Michelle to answer all the questions I had, but I knew she only had a few hours until she had to leave for work. Was she seriously proposing that we watch other people have sex? Although I would find it incredibly exciting, I found it impossible to believe that my sexually-reserved wife would ever, in a million years, consider such a thing. She didn't like watching pornography – and this would be LIVE pornography!

Another question entered the tornado of thoughts swirling around in my head. Would she consider actually having sex in front of other people? Again, I found this idea incredibly arousing, but there was no way she would ever consider such a thing. Would she?

I continued to read everything I could about this resort, and found a forum created for guests to discuss the resort, write detailed trip reports, and answer questions from "newbies" like me. I quickly created a user ID and began pouring through the trip reports and other posts. It didn't take long to discover that this resort is frequented by "swingers." Up to that point, I thought that swinging had died in the 1970's. I had no idea that people still did such a thing.

My worldview had been shattered. Swingers not only still existed, but judging from the posts I read on the message board, they were having an amazing experience at Desire resort. Not all of the guests at the resort are swingers, according to what I read. Many visit Desire simply to enjoy the experience of being naked and others enjoy having sex with their partners and watching others have sex. I also read several posts from people who went to Desire to merely watch or be watched, but ended up having sex with others. Surely, I thought, Michelle wasn't proposing that we become swingers.

I didn't sleep at all that night, as adrenaline coursed through my veins. I stood next to our bed and counted down the seconds until Michelle's alarm would sound. As soon as it did, I confronted her.

"I Googled Desire," I said as she awoke, groggy and disoriented. "Do you know that it's a naked resort?"

She rubbed her eyes and slowly rose to her feet. "Umm...yeah."

"Okay, and do you know what people do there?"

She stretched, and then smiled. "Let's talk about this later."

She brushed past me on the way to the bathroom, and I heard the shower begin running.

"I want to talk about this now," I said as I came through the door. She was standing, naked, and I began to imagine how exciting it would be to see her naked body all day, every day, for an entire week. At age 41, she still had an amazingly firm and petite figure. Her ample tits were perfectly symmetrical with her full, round hips. Her ass was firm and round, and her legs were smooth and shapely. She even had the cutest little feet.

"Later," she repeated, and gave me another sexy smile. "Go to bed."

It seemed as if an eternity had passed before I heard our garage door open that afternoon, heralding Michelle's arrival. I wasted no time getting right to the point.

"You seriously want to be naked in front of strangers?"

"I'm thinking about it," she said, evidently loving every minute of the rise she was getting out of me.

"And I'm supposed to be naked, too?"

"You don't have to be. It's clothing-optional." She could be such a wise-ass sometimes.

"Do you know what happens there? People have sex, right out in the open."

"You wouldn't like that?"

Who was this woman? Of course I would like that! I just never would have imagined, in a million years, that she would ever agree to such a thing.

"Tell me you wouldn't love it," she repeated.

"So you would have sex with me...in front of other people?"

She thought about it for a moment, as if she hadn't even considered it.

"Sure, why not? It's not like we know any of them."

I just shook my head and stared at her in disbelief. After nearly seventeen years of marriage, I thought I knew everything there was to know about this woman.

"It'll be your 40th birthday," she continued while I attempted to pick up my jaw from the floor. "I know that you've always wanted to do something exciting, sexually, and I feel bad about depriving you from that excitement for so long. We're still young and good-looking. How much longer will we have to do something like this?"

"You talk about us like we're getting old or something!"

"Well..." And there was that dimple again.

"Do you know that swingers go to that resort?" I asked.

"I think I read something about that, yes."

"And you're okay with that?" I paused for a moment, because there was a strange look on her face, as if she knew something I didn't know.

"Wait," I added, "you aren't thinking of becoming swingers. Right?"

She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and leaned in close to me.

"Remember a few years ago, you wanted to exchange sexual fantasies?"

I nodded, unsure of where this conversation was heading.

"You told me that you wanted to have a threesome at some point before you die."

"Yeah," I answered, "and you told me that would happen over your dead body!"

"I know," she said, "but I was hurt. I thought that you were saying that I wasn't enough for you or something. But I thought about it, and that's something on your bucket list. And this birthday is a milestone. I think we should do something special. Something outrageous and fun. While we still can."

As I weighed those words, she kissed me softly and caressed the back of my head with her fingernails. This whole conversation was so surreal, I couldn't help but question whether I was dreaming.

"So you're saying that we can have a threesome," I said. "You, me, and some other woman."

"If the situation presents itself...I think I'd be okay with that."

"You would be okay with another woman touching my dick?"

She let the thought turn in her head for a moment, and that sexy dimple appeared once again on her left cheek.

"I think that would be really hot, actually."

"Would you be okay with some other woman jerking me off?"

"Sure."

"Sucking my cock?"

"Mmm...yeah."

"What about fucking?"

"Hmm...", she said, pausing once again as if this were the first time she had ever considered such a thing. "Yes, I would be okay with that, too."

This woman, who I had known for nearly half my life, had just become a complete stranger to me.

For the next several days, we spent countless hours huddled together, whispering questions and answers. In that time, we discovered fantasies that we never knew we had, and were shocked to discover just how many lines we were both willing to cross in terms of allowing sexual contact with other people. We trusted each other so implicitly, and had so much faith in our love for each other, that we knew our bond could never be broken regardless of what we did with others. As long as we were open and honest about our feelings, and were fully aware of what each of us was doing, it seemed as though there were no boundaries that we were too uncomfortable to cross.

Through these conversations, I learned a great deal about myself as well. I had always enjoyed watching porn videos of men sharing their wives, but it never occurred to me that I could ever do such a thing. Certainly, at one point in my life, I would have been far too insecure and jealous to ever feel comfortable with another man looking lustfully at my wife – never mind having sex with her. But now that I was older and wiser, I realized that I was extremely confident in the love my wife felt toward me, and that nothing would ever change that fact. I was also shocked to discover that the idea of her having sex with another man was an incredible turn-on.


A Journey to Desire Ch. 01



Our decision had been made. And when Michelle found a good deal on a vacation to Desire through a travel agency, made possible by a last-minute cancellation, we booked the trip. We were only a few weeks away from being naked in front of hundreds of complete strangers – and possibly even having sex with some of them. It seemed as though a whole new world had been revealed, and the possibilities that existed within this world were both tantalizing and frightening.



A Journey to Desire Ch. 02



Author's note: This is Part Two of a five-part series. In order to better appreciate this story, I encourage you to first read Part One.

Simply discussing the possibilities of what we were about to do seemed to shift Michelle's libido into a higher gear than I had ever realized existed. We had sex daily for the next several weeks. And it wasn't just sex -- it was amazing, bed-shaking, brain-rattling sex; the type of sex you remember for years afterward. We had sex in every room of the house and at all times of the day. Whenever we could sneak in a few moments of pleasure, we took full advantage of it. We kissed and groped each other like hormone-fueled teenagers, and behaved as if we had just begun dating.

Because we would soon be naked in front of complete strangers, we went on a crash diet and began working out at a frantic pace. The fact that we were improving our physiques boosted our confidence, which only made us want each other more. One day, Michelle surprised me when she entered my home office completely naked -- and completely shaved. I had begged her for years to shave her pussy for me, but she absolutely refused to do so. And yet, there she was, completely smooth.

I practically jumped on top of her, spread her legs, and licked, kissed and sucked her wet pussy for a good, long time. I thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of her smooth skin on my tongue and the full, unobstructed access she had given me. Afterward, she explained that she had read that many of the women at Desire have shaved pussies, and she didn't want to look out of place. She booked an appointment to have a Brazilian wax the day before our trip, which ensured that she would be silky-smooth the entire week.

We began going out on "dates" more often, mostly so that we could talk without being overheard by our children. Everywhere we went, we held hands and kissed, and we spoke in hushed tones about all the naughty possibilities of this exciting new world we had just opened together. We shared a delicious secret that no one could ever know, and there was something incredibly thrilling about that. We had allowed each other the freedom to express ourselves openly; which meant that if I saw an attractive woman, I could point her out to Michelle instead of pretending not to notice. Michelle would also point out the men she found attractive, and I was surprised that she always seemed to gravitate toward older and/or bald men.

"What if you had sex with some guy with a huge dick, and he was better than I am?" I whispered over a restaurant table during one of our many conversations.

"I'm sure it will be better," she said, casually.

"Excuse me??"

"You know what I mean. Sex will be better with someone new because it will be different. I've told you many times you're the best I've ever had in bed, and you've told me the same. But there's one thing we can't give each other in bed, and that is something different. Different is always better because it's new and exciting."

It was difficult to find fault in her logic. If we were really going to go through with this, we had to abandon all our insecurities and simply trust each other. As Michelle told me many times, no matter what happened, nothing would ever change how she felt about me and how I felt about her.

Since we would be having sex with someone new for the first time in more than seventeen years, we also decided to brush up on our sexual techniques. This was Michelle's idea, of course. I discovered that she takes a great deal of pride in being able to satisfy a man with her mouth, and as she tends to be a competitive person, she had a strong desire to be the best. In order to hone her craft, she spent a good deal of time going down on me, and I provided her with feedback on what I liked and didn't like.

When I mentioned that it would be amazing to experience a deepthroat blowjob someday, she did some research online and found a throat spray that numbs the back of the throat. She immediately drove to the nearest sex shop down the road, purchased that spray, and excitedly showed me her discovery once she returned home. Incredibly, she only used that spray twice, and was then somehow able to take me all the way to the back of her throat without using the spray from that point on.

Finally, after what had seemed like an eternity, we arrived in Cancun. A shuttle bus was waiting for us at the airport, and as we drove to the resort, I squeezed Michelle's hand with increasing urgency. My heart was thumping in my chest, and my insides churned with a mixture of nervousness, excitement, anxiety and outright terror. After talking about this vacation for so long, it was difficult to believe that it was actually happening.

We arrived at the resort, and were greeted with a warm reception and glasses of champagne. We signed in to our room, and as we waited for our room key, a couple walked by the glass doors at the rear of the lobby. They were both completely naked. She was very tall, blonde, and built like a fitness model, with giant (and clearly fake) tits. He was also tall, bronzed from head to toe, and had bulging, rippling muscles and a massive schlong that swung low between his legs.

"Okay...not too intimidating," I muttered, and Michelle giggled.

We were given directions to our room, and we headed out the same doors where I had just seen the naked couple. The warm Caribbean air washed over us once again, and the ocean air filled our lungs. As we strolled through the resort, several happy couples, mostly dressed in swimwear, greeted us with a warm "hello". We found our room, which had an obstructed view of the pool.

Famished, we decided to head to the lunch buffet while we waited for our bags to arrive. The buffet is located toward the rear of the pool area, and as we walked, the most amazing scene was slowly revealed before us. There were at least fifty people lounging in and around the pool -- all completely nude. They were all chatting and laughing so casually it was as if they weren't naked at all. Some were playing volleyball; others were lounging in the sun; and many others were simply standing in the water and chatting.

We grabbed our plates and our food, and tried to act casual and blend in as we sat at a small table and watched all of the frolicking naked people. I was relieved to notice that not all of the guests were as well-built as the first couple I saw. All shapes, sizes and ages appeared to be represented. I couldn't help but notice a few of the women who were particularly attractive. And I also couldn't help but surreptitiously glance at the packages of the men to verify that I was truly an "average" guy.

By the time we finished eating, our bags had been delivered to our room. We changed into our bathing suits. I wore a standard pair of shorts, and Michelle wore a bikini bottom with a sheer, white, see-through top. Her nipples protruded straight through the fabric, and it was impossible not to touch them. But just as I began to get worked up, she put a stop to it, as she was eager to sit by the pool.

We found a couple of chairs in the shade, and before I had even sat down, Michelle was already completely naked. She wasted no time at all getting into the spirit of the resort, and I was impressed -- even awestruck -- by her lack of hesitation. With her fair Irish complexion, she doesn't ever tan; she burns and freckles. We were surrounded by fully tanned bodies, and her smooth porcelain skin, contrasted with her long, curly red hair, really made her stand out from the crowd.

I shed my shorts as casually as possible, though inside I was a bundle of insecurity. I gave my cock a tug to make it look a little longer, and tried not to think about how many people were looking at me as I settled into my chair. Within moments, a very friendly server asked us what we'd like to drink. Several rum punches later, my insecurities melted away.

I couldn't wait to get to the hot tub. I had read so much about it over the past several weeks that I was excited to experience it first-hand. As soon as it opened at around 3:00pm, I nudged Michelle, and we headed to the roof.

We were among the first to arrive, and after depositing our belongings in one of the cubby holes, we entered the hot tub and waded over to the bar. The bartender, Carlos, was amazingly attentive. Whenever our drinks would get a little low, he would replace them with a fresh one before we had even requested it. Within no time at all, I found myself light-headed from all the rum, combined with the hot water and the blazing Caribbean sun.

More and more people filtered into the hot tub area as the day progressed, and by the time the sun began to set, the hot tub appeared to be filled to capacity. There were so many naked bodies standing in the water, it was difficult to move without brushing up against someone. The atmosphere was indescribable; like a frat party for middle-aged adults. Everyone was so friendly and so happy to be on vacation. And the fact that we were all naked seemed to place all of us on a level playing field where social status was thrown out the window. We met people from all walks of life and with a variety of backgrounds, and the fact that we were all there to have sex gave us something in common to discuss.

As the evening wore on, the activities in and around the hot tub grew more playful. At one point, a woman hopped up on the bar and lay down. Carlos handed a shot to one of the guys, who poured it all over her. Then a man and a woman simultaneously licked it off her. Another man brought a water gun filled with Bailey's liquor and floated around the hot tub, shooting it all over women's tits, which the men (and women) would then happily devour.

At another point, I noticed a man was sitting on the ledge of the hot tub, and a woman's head was bobbing up and down on his lap. I recognized the man, as we had just met him moments before, but the woman sucking his cock was definitely not his wife.

Several canopy-topped beds were lined around the perimeter of the hot tub area. On one of the nearby beds, two couples were going at it. One couple was fucking with the woman on top, and the other woman had her legs spread wide, moaning loudly without any inhibition as the man on top of her thrust himself into her. Live sex shows were happening all around me, and it was difficult to conceal my raging hard-on under the bubbling water.

Michelle and I were separated at one point, and when I found her again, she was talking to a couple at the opposite end of the hot tub. After making my way to that end of the tub (taking great care not to brush my hard-on against anyone along the way), she introduced me to them. Danielle was an attractive woman who appeared to be in her late-40's. She was obviously a fitness freak, judging by her tight and muscular body, and she validated that assumption when she later told me she is a Pilates instructor. She had dark eyes, a sexy smile, and large breasts that appeared to be fake. Her husband, Dave, was tall and lean, and had an easy-going personality and quick wit.

Michelle and I spent a good deal of time chatting with the two of them, and we all seemed to connect instantly. We learned that it was their last night at the resort, and they gave us several tips to help us enjoy our stay. As I broke off in conversation with Dave, Michelle and Danielle moved further away until they were out of earshot. Although I couldn't hear what they were saying, I was unnerved by the way they were smiling and their furtive glances in our direction.

When they rejoined us, Danielle immediately pulled me aside and surprised me by wrapping her arms around my shoulders.

"Michelle tells me you're here to celebrate your 40th birthday," she said.

"Yeah, it's coming up soon," I replied, and I put my arms around her waist. She was amazingly slim and firm. I realized that I hadn't touched a naked woman other than Michelle in nearly twenty years. I glanced over at Michelle to make sure she was okay with me touching this woman, but she was engrossed in conversation with Dave, and didn't seem to notice. Danielle turned me so that my back was to them. I could feel my cock growing harder as I let my hands drop toward her hips. I desperately wanted to get my hands on her firm ass.

"She also tells me that you've always fantasized about having a threesome," she purred.

"Well...uh...she said that? Umm, yeah," I stuttered.

"Well, maybe we can make that happen."

And with that, she leaned in and kissed me. My initial reaction was sheer panic. Although Michelle and I had talked about kissing others, and we were both comfortable with it in theory, I wasn't sure how she would react now that it was actually happening. Even though I knew I had permission, it still felt wrong. But Danielle was such a good and tender kisser that the initial shock faded quickly and I allowed myself to enjoy the soft lips and tongue of this woman I had just met. I also let my hands roam down to caress and squeeze her firm ass. It felt exactly as incredible as I had imagined.

After making out for a couple of minutes, I needed reassurance from Michelle that she was okay with what I was doing. I turned around to glance at her, but her eyes were closed. Dave was embracing her from behind. He had both hands on her tits, and was kissing her neck. She was leaning her head back to expose more of her neck...and one of her hands was stroking his hard cock under the water.

In the weeks leading up to this adventure, Michelle and I had endless discussions about the lines we were willing to cross, and how much of each other we were willing to share. I was confident that I would not only be willing to share her completely, but that it would turn me on to do so. But again, there is no way to know how you will react until it actually happens. I felt an immediate and overwhelming combination of adrenaline, panic, jealousy and insecurity. But most of all, when I saw my wife stroking another man's cock for the first time, it was the most thrilling and arousing sensation I had ever experienced, before or since then. 

"I guess she's okay," I quipped to Danielle, and we continued our make-out session. She reached into the water and wrapped her hand around my hard cock as we kissed. I had forgotten how thrilling it can be to have a strange hand stroking your dick.

Eventually, Danielle excused herself to the ladies room, and when Dave saw her leave, he followed her. Finally, I had the opportunity to reconnect with Michelle.

"What are you doing?" I asked. "I thought we had agreed we weren't going to hook up with anyone on our first night."

"Are you complaining?" she responded. "Danielle is smoking-hot! C'mon, you know you want her." I could tell she had a few too many rum punches.

"So you're okay with seeing me make out with her?"

"Are you kidding? That was really hot! Are you okay with seeing me and Dave?"

"Absolutely."

"Then what's the problem?"

Once again, it was difficult to argue with her logic. I had wanted to ease into having sex with others, but there wasn't any compelling reason not to seize this opportunity. When Danielle and Dave returned, we all agreed to go back to their room. Dave and I stayed behind while the girls went to their room. They had a deluxe suite with a hot tub in the room, and they needed time to prepare it.

I ordered another drink from Carlos to calm my nerves, as I had been chugging water for the past hour in order to rehydrate. As we chatted in front of the bar, we were approached by a couple of women. They introduced themselves, and then asked if we'd like a blowjob. Dave immediately said yes, and I just nodded my head stupidly.

They lowered themselves into the bubbling water. The blonde put my dick in her mouth while the brunette took care of Dave. I gave Dave a strange look, and he just laughed and high-fived me. After a few minutes, they rose to their feet, thanked us, and then disappeared. I could only imagine that this had been some sort of dare, or perhaps they had lost a wager. Whatever the case, it was time to check on the girls, so off we went to their room.

In the back of my mind, I was hoping to see Michelle and Danielle making out when we entered the room. Although Michelle had never been attracted to women, she mentioned that she might want to try playing with a woman during our vacation. Seeing those two hot women going at it would be quite a treat. Instead, when we opened the door, our wives were merely lounging in the hot tub and chatting.

Dave and I joined them, and we sat boy-girl-boy-girl around the tub. While we continued our casual chat, I felt Michelle's hand rubbing my left thigh, and I responded by rubbing hers as well. I then felt another hand on my right thigh. Danielle smiled at me, and I began stroking her thigh under the warm water.

I then noticed that Michelle's left hand had disappeared, and Dave had a very content look on his face. The up-and-down motion of her arm was a dead giveaway as to what she was doing. Moments later, her right hand moved to my stiff shaft. She now had a hard cock in each hand. I felt a second hand join Michelle's, and the two hands played together, alternating strokes and playing with my balls.

"What do you say we move this over to the bed?" Danielle asked, and we all quickly complied.

The girls instructed me to lie down on my back, with my head propped up against the baseboard with pillows. Both ladies then seductively crawled between my legs. Michelle was the first to put my dick in her mouth, and she showed off her deepthroat skills by taking me all the way into the back of her throat while Danielle lightly played with my balls.

Michelle then made the sexiest move I had ever seen, and handed my dick to Danielle, who slid me right between her soft and luscious lips and into her mouth. As she did so, Michelle moved lower and began licking my balls. I now had two women licking and sucking my cock at the same time. Another item had been scratched off of my bucket list.

The two girls continued to take turns sucking my cock, passing it back and forth between them. Every once in a while, one would begin to lick up and down one side, and the other would join, licking up and down the other. The sensation of having two tongues on my cock at the same time had been a fantasy of mine for so long, and the reality exceeded my wildest fantasies.

While the girls continued to work on me, Dave was lying on his back to my left, stroking his cock and simply watching. I was somewhat intimidated to notice that his dick was at least an inch or two longer than mine, but I tried to remind myself that it isn't a contest. At some point, Michelle reached over and took over the task of stroking him while she continued to take turns sucking me. Then, after handing off my cock to Danielle once again, she moved over between Dave's legs and took his dick in her mouth.

Over the years, I had jerked off many times to the fantasy image of seeing my wife's mouth on another man's cock. Never, at any point during that time, did I believe that I would ever actually witness that act. Watching her take Dave's long cock down her throat, seeing the expression on his face, and hearing his low groan, was so incredibly arousing, I immediately felt an unstoppable surge of cum begin to erupt straight through my shaft.

It came as a complete surprise to me, as I hadn't felt that I was close to cumming until it was too late to stop it. Danielle had her mouth on my cock when I felt that first surge, and I frantically tried to warn her, but it was too late. I spurted my first load into her mouth, and she gagged a little and reflexively jerked her head back. When she removed me from her mouth, she spit out a large amount of milky-white cum from the corner of her mouth. She didn't seem happy about that, and I apologized as two more spurts erupted from my swollen head, covering my belly in fluid.




A Journey to Desire Ch. 02



"I'm so sorry," I said. "I really didn't mean to do that. It snuck up on me."

Michelle took her mouth off of Dave's dick, looked over, and giggled uncontrollably. Here I was, finally living out my lifelong fantasy, and I was already finished. I excused myself to their bathroom and cleaned myself up. I then noticed a little blue pill on the counter. Earlier, while we were standing in the hot tub waiting for the girls, Dave had mentioned that he bought a few Viagra pills from the gift shop, and that I was free to take a bite of one if I wanted. I had never taken one before, but figured I might need one if there were going to be any chance for a second round.

When I re-entered the main room, I saw that Danielle and Michelle were taking turns sucking Dave's cock. I sat on the lower half of the bed and ran my hands along the girls' smooth legs and watched with great interest as Dave's impressive cock slowly disappeared into my wife's eager mouth. She was clearly enjoying what she was doing, as she was moaning nearly as loudly as he was.

I let my hands roam a little further north up Danielle's legs and gently stroked her thighs. She parted them for me a bit, giving me access to her pussy. Just as Michelle had noted in her research, most of the women at Desire were fully shaved, and Danielle was no exception. I desperately wanted to taste her, so I began kissing my way up to her cunt. She was turned sideways, but once she noticed what I was trying to do, she turned over completely onto her back and slid down the bed so that I could get a much better position.

I teased her a bit with soft, flicking motions with my tongue over her clit. I licked my way from her entrance all the way up to her clit, up one labia and down the other. I took as much of her into my mouth as I could and gently sucked. And I swirled my tongue around her clit, and alternated with gentle kisses.

She tasted clean and sweet, and judging by her soft moans, I seemed to be giving her as much pleasure as she had given me. Although I was thoroughly enjoying what I was doing, I couldn't resist glancing over at Michelle from time to time. She was giving Dave an amazing blowjob, and his eyes were rolling to the back of his head. I continued to work on Danielle, and inserted a couple of fingers into her wet opening. It took me a while to figure out just the right combination of movements that she enjoyed, as she responded so differently than Michelle. But I seemed to have hit the right spot, judging by her breathing and the way she held my head in place.

The next time I looked over at Michelle, she had switched places, and Dave was now licking her pussy. Her eyes were closed, her lips were parted, and she wasn't shy about telling him what to do.

"Oh, yes -- right there!"

"No, don't stop!"

"Harder! Yes! Oh, god!"

She was never this vocal at home, I thought. But we had spent so many years being as quiet as possible during sex because of our house full of kids, and we never really had the opportunity to be vocal.

After a while, I asked Dave to switch places with me. I desperately needed to reconnect with my wife. He reluctantly agreed, and I began licking and sucking Michelle's pussy. She was incredibly wet, and knowing her body much better than Danielle's, it didn't take me long at all to get her to orgasm. She came loud and hard, and shook the bed as my fingers and tongue struggled to keep up with her.

Meanwhile, Danielle had flipped over onto all fours, and Dave was slowly fucking her from behind. Her gorgeous ass looked so inviting, and I envied his position. Michelle was still reeling from the after-effects of her orgasm, and I crawled up from between her legs and kissed her passionately. Amazingly, I could already feel my dick becoming hard again. Either that little blue pill was doing its trick or this situation was far too exciting not to be aroused. I continued to move up her body until I was straddling her face. She took me into her mouth and in no time at all I was fully erect.

I slid back down her body and positioned myself between her legs, placing my cock right at her opening. She gasped as I entered her, and she was so swollen and wet it felt incredible. The four of us continued fucking side by side on the bed for several minutes until Dave announced that he was about to cum.

I heard a voice say, "Cum on Michelle's face", and I was startled to discover that the voice was mine. I was lost in a world of raw sex and lust, with a belly full of rum punch, and had no idea what I was saying anymore. The whole situation was so surreal. When Michelle and I were exchanging fantasies prior to our trip, I mentioned that I would pay anything to see a man cum on her face. There was something about that act that I felt was just so dirty, it made me hard just thinking about it. In seventeen years of marriage, Michelle had only let me to cum on her face once -- and it was in the week leading up to this vacation.

Dave began thrusting in and out of his wife a little faster. He then pulled out and moved quickly to the head of the bed. He positioned himself directly over Michelle's face and, stroking his cock, ordered her to open her mouth. To my amazement, she did. He pumped out a stream of cum directly into her mouth, which she promptly spit out of the corner of her mouth. Another stream covered her cheek, and another splashed across her closed lips and chin. He continued to stroke himself over her face and squeezed out several more drops before he was completely drained.

Michelle's face was covered in another man's spunk. It was the dirtiest, most erotic vision I could ever imagine. She gave me a huge smile, and then asked for a towel. We all laughed at the absurdity of what had just happened.

As Dave rose to get a towel, he pointed to Danielle, who was still on all fours, with that amazing ass facing in my direction.

"You wanna hit that?" he asked.

I looked at Michelle, and she smiled and nodded her approval. Danielle gave me a sexy smile as well, and shifted down the bed toward me. Dave handed me a condom and then handed Michelle a towel. I hadn't worn a condom in nearly twenty years, and I fumbled with it clumsily before finally managing to wear it the proper way.

I positioned myself behind Danielle and ran my hands over her smooth, round ass. I rubbed my cock along her slit and then pushed inside her. I tried to go slowly, just as Dave had been with her earlier. I savored the feeling of her hot, tight cunt wrapped so firmly around my cock, and I couldn't take my eyes off of her gorgeous ass.

I slid my dick in and out of her faster and faster, and I could feel another orgasmic wave building inside me already. Michelle had gone to wash up in the bathroom, and Dave was sitting at the head of the bed, watching us with interest. I couldn't hold out much longer. The pressure was building inside my balls, and every thrust brought an increasing sensation of pleasure. I pounded into her harder and harder until another burst of fluid erupted from my cock and filled the condom to capacity.

I collapsed onto the bed, completely spent, and Danielle did the same. She flipped over onto her back, and I kissed her and thanked her for an amazing time. With a cum-filled condom dangling comically from my softening cock, I excused myself to their bathroom once again.

When I returned, I heard the sound of moaning and slapping flesh coming from the main room. It occurred to me that Danielle hadn't finished, and I felt terrible that Dave was now picking up where I had dropped the ball. I couldn't believe that he was ready to go again so quickly, but assumed he had taken one of his blue pills, too.

As I entered the room, however, I saw Danielle sitting on the opposite side of the room on a couch. I then turned toward the bed. Michelle was on her back with her legs high in the air, and Dave was on top of her, thrusting into her hard and deep. My wife was now being fucked by another man. Yet another line had been crossed. It was all happening so quickly, it was difficult for me to process.

I joined Danielle on the couch, and we silently watched as Dave continued to trust his hips hard between Michelle's open legs. She was moaning so loudly that it seemed the entire resort could hear her. Her legs were so high in the air, I couldn't figure out how it was possible. Then I noticed that Dave had shoved a bunch of pillows under her ass in order to elevate her hips. Later, Michelle told me that this created an amazing and unfamiliar angle that felt incredible. One of the benefits of being with new people, we discovered, is learning new tricks.

Michelle's moaning grew even louder and more guttural, and her body became incredibly tense. She grabbed Dave's ass with both hands to keep him in place, and she shook beneath him. When she finally stopped shaking, he withdrew from her and rose to his knees. Aside from the heaving of her chest, she barely moved for several more minutes.

Finally, we said good-bye to our new friends and made the "walk of shame" back to our room with our clothes in our hands. On the way, we began to replay the events of the day and night. By the time we returned to our room, we were so horny from talking about what had just happened that we had sex yet again. Our first day of vacation had already surpassed our wildest expectations.



A Journey to Desire Ch. 03



Author's note: This is Part Three of a five-part series. In order to better appreciate this story, I encourage you to first read Part One and Part Two.

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I awoke the following morning after only a few hours of sleep. I found that it was incredibly difficult to sleep, as my blood was supercharged with a combination of adrenaline and hormones. I couldn't wait to get out of bed and discover all the new and sexy adventures that lay ahead.

I tossed and turned, waiting patiently for Michelle to awaken from her deep slumber. It was difficult for me to discern whether the events of the previous night had really occurred or if it was all some incredible dream. My wife and I had just had sex with another couple, and there was no way to undo what had happened. Not that we would want to.

We talked all night about what we had done with Dave and Danielle, analyzing the play-by-play like a football team on a Monday morning, and neither of us had any regrets. We both agreed that it was the sexiest and most erotic adventure we had ever experienced. Whatever doubts we had about taking this plunge into the unknown, they were erased by the fact that despite having sex outside of our marriage, the sky hadn't fallen, our relationship hadn't crumbled and our love for each other had grown stronger than ever.

Since we first made the decision to book this vacation, I had noticed a profound change in my wife's personality. For the first time in nearly twenty years, she displayed a side of herself that I hadn't seen since we first began dating. A chain reaction had occurred. By introducing the possibility of having sex with others, she began to focus more on her appearance. By improving her physique and dressing more provocatively, she felt more attractive. By feeling sexier and considering herself as a sexual being, she noticed an increase in the attention she received from men. And with the resulting boost in confidence in herself and her sexuality, combined with the new possibility of acting on her impulses, her sex drive increased dramatically.

We showered and dressed earlier than usual that morning, as we had made an appointment for a couple's massage. Neither of us had ever had a professional massage before, but after reading so many glowing reviews on our travel agent's forum, we decided to give it a try. We called for a taxi, and within minutes we arrived at a small house outside of the resort. We were warmly greeted by a middle-aged Mexican woman named Maria, and she invited us into her studio.

It was small and cramped, and it took a moment for my eyes -- and nose -- to adjust. The room was dimly lit with scented candles that emitted a very strong aroma that was overpowering at first. There was a massage table in the center of the room, and a couple of chairs at the foot of the table. Soft, new-age music played in the background.

Maria described her service to us in a professional manner. We would each receive a 50-minute, full-body massage, and we would each be participating in each other's massage. Ladies first, she announced, and she asked Michelle to disrobe. Having spent the past 24 hours being naked in front of strangers, Michelle had no problem stripping out of her clothes in front of us. She was instructed to lie on the table face-down.

Maria poured hot oil into her hands and began rubbing Michelle's shoulders and back. She spent a great deal of time on each area, and gradually worked her way down to Michelle's buttocks, thighs and calves. After roughly 25 minutes had passed, she asked Michelle to flip over onto her back. She then placed a warm towel over Michelle's eyes.

The massage continued, starting at the shoulders and arms. Maria then filled her hands with oil once again and began rubbing Michelle's breasts. I noticed Michelle's lips slightly parted, and she seemed to breathe a little heavier. Maria signaled to me, and at long last I rose from my chair and joined her at the head of the table.

She filled my hands with warm oil and demonstrated how she wanted me to massage Michelle's breasts. I happily complied, and as I worked on those ample mounds, Maria began massaging Michelle's thighs. She began kneading the muscles on the outer half, and then gradually moved to the inner thighs, from just above the knees all the way up the thighs until her fingers lightly brushed Michelle's pussy.

Just as I began to wonder if that contact was unintentional, Maria loaded her hands with more oil and began rubbing Michelle's pussy directly. She worked her fingers in a circular motion, and alternated this with a gentle tapping. She then summoned me to join her at the foot of the table, and demonstrated a technique where she began at Michelle's vaginal opening with her fingers together, and then spread her fingers apart as she worked upward, and then brought them back together surrounding the clit.

We took turns repeating this motion, and as we did so, Michelle's breathing intensified. Maria then began working on Michelle's calves and feet while I continued to concentrate on my assigned area. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do, so I just continued repeating the same motion over and over again.

After several minutes, Maria motioned for me to return to my chair. She then covered Michelle with a warm blanket and left the room. Again, I had no idea what I was supposed to be doing, so I just sat there in silence and looked around the room. Several minutes later, Maria re-emerged, removed the blanket and the towel over Michelle's eyes, and directed her to get dressed and sit in a chair.

It was now my turn. I had been relaxed when we first arrived, but I was now feeling excited and anxious. I undressed and climbed onto the table. I soon felt warm, soft, and strong hands kneading my shoulders and back, then my arms, then my lower back and ass, and then my thighs and calves. My first 25 minutes seemed to fly by much faster than Michelle's.

Maria asked me to flip over, and she placed a warm towel over my eyes, just as she had done with Michelle. The entire room was now pitch-black. I felt warm, soft hands all over my body. Involuntarily, my dick began to grow. By the time those warm hands reached my upper thighs, my cock was completely engorged and throbbing uncontrollably.

"Relax," Maria gently scolded. "Breathe."

I tried to relax and concentrate on my breathing, but then I felt a very warm, soft and oily hand grip my shaft. I could only assume it was Maria's. She formed a circle with her thumb and forefinger, wrapped it around my shaft, and moved it slowly up and down the length of my throbbing member. At the same time, I felt a set of finger tips making a strange swirling motion around my cock head. The sensation of having two hands performing two completely different movements was both unique and incredibly pleasurable.

As waves of pleasure rippled through my body, I soon felt a third hand massaging my balls as the other two circled my glans and stroked my shaft. I felt a tremendous pressure building in my groin, and I couldn't help but elicit a low moan. The stroking, swirling and massaging continued, and I was only seconds away from erupting.

And then it stopped.

All three hands left my body at the same time, which left my cock throbbing and twitching helplessly. I felt as though I were only one stroke away from experiencing one of the greatest orgasms of my life, but I resisted the urge to reach down and give myself that last stroke.

I lay on the table for a minute or so, and wondered if the stroking would continue. Instead, a pair of soft and strong hands began to knead my thighs and shins. By the time those hands reached my feet, my cock had finally stopped throbbing.

"Why did you do that??" I asked Michelle as soon as we had finished paying Maria and were sitting back in the taxi.

"Do what?" she asked, knowing full well what.

"I was THIS close," I whispered, holding my fingers a millimeter apart, "from exploding all over that massage table."

"Yeah I know," she said, and failed to stifle a laugh. "I didn't know if you were supposed to finish or not, and I didn't want to embarrass you. So I stopped."

"You didn't want to embarrass me??" I couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation.

When we arrived back at our room, Michelle offered to finish me off, but I just wanted to wash off all of that massage oil, so I took a rain check. We then began what would become our daily routine for the remainder of our stay: lunch at the buffet, lying out in the sun by the pool or on the beach, and then heading up to the hot tub an hour or so before sunset.

One of the many exciting aspects of Desire resort is that new people arrive each day, and each new person seems to change the atmosphere of the resort in some way. Because of this, you never know what to expect from one day to the next. On that particular day, as Michelle and I stood and chatted with several couples in the crowded hot tub, I instantly recognized a woman who was backing down the ladder and into the water.

A handy feature of our travel agent's web site was that it allowed users to post a profile, which could include descriptions of the couple, photos and other helpful information. This feature allowed us to get to know some people before we had even departed for our vacation. The woman entering the hot tub, Rachel, stood out from all the others I had seen online. She had long, black hair and stunning blue eyes, and looked eerily similar to the actress Lauren Graham (of "Parenthood" and "Gilmore Girls" fame.) Rachel's most prominent feature, however, were her enormous (and natural-looking) breasts. I have never been much of a breast man, but hers were impossible to ignore.

She looked directly at me, as if she recognized me as well, and when I called her name, she smiled brightly and waded right over to me. We hugged as if we were long-lost friends, and she pressed her huge, naked breasts against my chest. I introduced her to Michelle, and they hugged as well. Rachel then introduced us to her husband, Chuck, who gave me a hearty handshake.

They had just arrived at the resort a few hours earlier, and we did our best to fill them in on everything we had learned. It was clear that they had both enjoyed the all-inclusive drinks throughout the day, and we all drank and laughed like old friends as the sun dipped below the horizon and the Caribbean sky became a canvas of orange and red.

Michelle and I shared the story of our morning massage, and they both thought it was hilarious that she had left me twitching in the air on that table, mere seconds away from an explosive orgasm.

"Aww, you poor baby," Rachel said in a mocking tone, and her blue eyes sparkled with naughtiness. She reached down into the water and squeezed my cock. "You must be about to bust a nut!"

"Do that again, and you'll find out," I warned, and we all laughed.

Rachel's friendly grab seemed to break the ice. As we continued to talk, drink and laugh, we all became a bit friendlier and flirtier, and our conversation turned a little more sexual in nature. When it was Rachel's turn to refill our drinks at the bar, she turned to me and asked if I'd like to do a body shot. I assumed she meant the same type of body shot I had witnessed the night before, where she would lie on the bar, have a shot poured over her body, and have me lick it off.

"Hell yeah!" was my immediate response.

She waded over to the bar and returned with two shots.

"Okay," she said, motioning toward me and Chuck. "You two guys sit up on the ledge."

I gave her a strange look.

"You're going to do a body shot off of me? How is that going to work?" I asked.

"Just do it," she ordered.

I gave Chuck and Michelle a strange look, and they just shrugged their shoulders. Chuck and I then hopped up on the wall of the hot tub and sat on the ledge as instructed. Rachel took Michelle by the arm and whispered something in her ear. That telltale dimple appeared on Michelle's left cheek, and I knew something interesting was about to happen.

Michelle waded between my knees, and Rachel positioned herself in front of her husband. Both women placed their shots between our legs. Rachel counted to three, and they leaned forward in unison. Without using their hands, they took the shot glasses into their mouths, tipped their heads back, and emptied their glasses.

I figured this "body shot" was over, but then both ladies leaned forward once again. Michelle put her mouth over my soft cock and I felt the sensation of cold fluid cascade over it. She had emptied the contents of her shot all over my cock, and busily began to slurp it up. She wrapped her mouth around my dick to suck off all the alcohol, and it instantly hardened. As she continued to slurp up and down my shaft, I looked to my left and saw that Chuck was getting the same delicious treatment from his wife.

I couldn't help but notice we had drawn a crowd. The hot tub was still packed with people, and I tried to ignore all the eyes that were upon us. Suddenly, Rachel took Chuck's dick out of her mouth and yelled, "Switch!"

The girls quickly switched places, and Rachel wasted no time taking me into her mouth. She had nice, soft, full lips that felt incredible sliding up and down my shaft. I looked over at Chuck, and he had a look of amazement on his face. Michelle was showing off, taking him deep into her throat, down to his balls.

"Rachel!" he yelled, loud enough for everyone around us to hear. "Look at this! Look what she's doing!"

Rachel paused for only a moment and glanced over.

"Impressive," she said, and then continued to suck me with greater urgency. She tried to copy Michelle's technique, but gagged a little, and returned to her original style. I was still worked up from that morning, and in no time at all, I felt myself reaching the point of no return.

"You'd better stop," I warned her, placing my hand on her shoulder. "I'm seriously about to explode."

I had read on the message boards that it was rude to cum in the hot tub. It was an etiquette rule I happened to endorse wholeheartedly. Who wants to swim in someone else's cum?

"Don't worry," Rachel assured me. "I won't make a mess, I promise."

She slipped my cock back into her hungry mouth. I could still feel the eyes of several people boring into me, but I tried to ignore them. I closed my eyes and concentrated on trying to hide my orgasm as best as possible from the assembled crowd. I felt my cock expand in Rachel's mouth, and she hesitated for only a moment as my first wave of cum filled her mouth. She kept a steady pace, bobbing her head over my shaft as I spurted again and again. I did everything I could to stifle a scream or make any sort of facial expression that would reveal what was happening to the others in the hot tub, and it was almost painful to suppress it.

It had been many, many years since a woman swallowed my cum. When we were dating, Michelle used to do so often. But, as the stereotype goes, that particular act came to an abrupt end once we said, "I do." I had practically begged her for years to allow me to do it, but she steadfastly refused. It felt so incredibly dirty and erotic to cum in a woman's mouth again -- especially one I had just met. Yet another item had been crossed off my sexual bucket list, and it was only day two of our vacation.

After ensuring that I was completely drained, Rachel took me out of her mouth and gave me a sweet and sexy smile. I kissed her on the lips and could taste my own salty fluid. I thanked her in a whisper and gave her a hug. Michelle was still bobbing her head in Chuck's lap, but after a few minutes she seemed to notice that they were now alone. She rose from her position, and they both rejoined us.

On the walk back to our room, I told Michelle that I had finished in Rachel's mouth, and what an amazing and sexy experience it had been. She merely nodded, and seemed to get a little quiet.

"What's wrong?" I asked. "You're okay with that, right?"

"Yeah, of course," she responded. "I wasn't sure I wanted to tell you yet, but I was going to, at the right time."

"Tell me what?"

"Chuck finished in my mouth, too."

I was completely dumbfounded. "What did you do?" I asked. "You didn't swallow, did you?"

"Well, yeah," she said, sheepishly. "What was I supposed to do? Spit it into the hot tub?"

I was at a loss for words. This woman I married had become a never-ending series of surprises.



A Journey to Desire Ch. 04



Author's note: This is Part Four of a five-part series. In order to better appreciate this story, I encourage you to first read Part One, Part Two and Part Three .

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Our evening routine at Desire resort fell into a similarly predictable pattern as our daily routine. Michelle and I would enjoy dinner together, either alone or with another couple, at one of the resort's three main restaurants. After dinner, we would hang out at the lobby bar to watch the evening's entertainment. Next, we would head to the disco and spend several hours dancing and flirting the night away. Finally, we would walk straight from the disco to the hot tub to enjoy a late-night soak before stumbling back to our room, where we would get a few hours of rest before doing it all over again the next day.

On the third day of our week-long vacation, our travel agent hosted a "welcome party" for every couple that had booked through their service. It was considered to be a "takeover week" at the resort because most of the guests had booked through the same agency. Everyone we met who had traveled with this company before told us that this party was not to be missed, although no one would provide any details about the party or what we should expect.

The theme of the party was lingerie, and all of the guests were expected to dress in the theme. Michelle wore a very cute green silk teddy with lacy black panties and high-heeled "fuck-me pumps." I wore simple silk boxers. The party was held in the disco, and as we walked through the lobby area, I noticed that more than a few heads turned in Michelle's direction. Her little silk teddy perfectly complemented her green eyes and long red hair, and her petite body looked irresistibly touchable wrapped in silk and lace.

When we arrived at the party, we noticed a large table had been set up with dozens of envelopes upon it. I found one with my name on it, and upon opening it, discovered it contained six fake "dollars."

"Interesting," I remarked, and Michelle gave me a curious look.

The disco featured a large dance floor in the middle of the room, surrounded by several large and ornate beds, couches, love seats and chairs. There was a bar at the back of the room, and beyond that, of course, was the infamous "playroom."

Michelle and I went straight to the bar and found our buddy Carlos behind the counter. He knew exactly what we wanted, and began pouring before we had even asked. We recognized several people, and chatted with them while the room continued to fill with men and women, all dressed in silky, lacy nightwear.

We were just finishing our second drinks at the bar when Jon, the host of the event, stepped to the middle of the dance floor with a microphone and welcomed everyone to his party. After thanking the resort staff and all the people who had a hand in the party planning, he explained the ground rules.

"For those of you who have been to our parties before, you know the drill," he intoned in a heavy New York accent. "For you newbies, here's the deal. The rule is: what happens here, stays here. Once you leave this place, you don't talk about it again, whether it's someone here at the party or anyone else."

I looked at Michelle, and she looked both apprehensive and intrigued.

"Now," Jon continued, "all of the men here should have received an envelope full of money. If you didn't get one, go get one. It's on the table by the front door. The deal with the money is this: you can give those bills to anyone except your wife or girlfriend. At the end of the party, we're going to have an auction, and we have some great stuff here."

He pointed to a table against the wall to his left.

"We have lingerie, perfume, sex toys, liquor, you name it. All good stuff. Ladies, the more money you earn, the more you can spend."

He then paused, and flashed a dirty grin.

"How you earn that money," he said in a sinister tone, "is up to you."

The guys in the room all burst into laughter and applause, and the ladies appeared to display a mixture of uncertainty and excitement. I looked at Michelle, and she wore a naughty smile. I could tell the wheels in her head were turning. She was such a competitive person, and I knew she was viewing this as an opportunity to compete with the other ladies in the room.

"Let the party begin!" Jon bellowed into the mic.

Michelle stood motionless for a moment, and seemed uncertain about what to do.

"Well," I said with a smile, "you heard the man. Go earn some money!"

I gave her a playful slap on the ass, and she disappeared into the crowd. There were so many people crammed into the room, and the noise from the music and excited chatter was so loud, I immediately searched for a quieter, less hectic, place to stand. I found one at the bar.

I ordered another drink from Carlos and scanned the room. I recognized Rachel, the woman we had met in the hot tub the day before, standing alone and looking as uncertain as Michelle had appeared a moment earlier. Her enormous breasts strained against the fabric of a black leather corset. She wore matching black garters and belt, and the obligatory high heels. I ordered a drink for her, and made my way through the crowd toward her.

"It looks like you could use this," I said, handing her the drink, and her bright blue eyes lit up the moment she recognized me.

"Thanks," she said, and quickly sipped her drink.

"Wild party," I said, and nodded my head toward a woman who was on her knees giving head to a man to our right.

"Where's Chuck?" I asked. She told me he disappeared into the crowd and left her there. I assured her that I'd keep her company for a while, and put my arm around her. She turned to face me and we shared a sweet, passionate kiss. Her soft lips practically melted in my mouth. I wrapped my arms around her and enjoyed the softness and warmth of her body.

As we kissed, I lowered my hands to her ample ass, slipped my fingers beneath her panties, and gently caressed her naked skin. She kissed me deeper, and I let my hands roam to the front of her corset. As I nibbled on her neck and inhaled her sweet scent, I squeezed her ample breasts and verified to the best of my amateur ability that they were, in fact, natural.

She explored me with her hands as well, and found my hard cock pressed against her. She squeezed and stroked me through the silk fabric of my boxer shorts while my fingers slipped beneath the front of her panties and found her wet pussy. She opened her mouth and fed me her tongue, and I gently slid my fingers along her slit before plunging two of them inside of her. She elicited a sexy moan and stroked my cock harder and faster.

"Hey, there you are!"

We broke away suddenly, and turned to find Chuck standing next to us. My boxer shorts had comically transformed into a circus tent, but he didn't seem to notice.

"Hey, where did you go?" Rachel asked, slightly out of breath.

"I told you I'd be right back," he responded. "I just went to talk to Rob and Christina."

He asked if she had collected any money yet. I had been so distracted by his wife that I forgot about the game we were playing. I quickly took a couple of bills out of my waistband and handed them to Rachel.

"Wow -- two bills," Chuck remarked. "You must have been pretty good!"

He told me that one of his bills had Michelle's name written all over it, and asked where she was. I replied that she was somewhere in the crowd, and he took off in search of her. I smiled at Rachel and told her she'd better go earn some money. She gave me a warm hug and thanked me for my contribution.

I wanted to give Michelle some space, but at the same time I was aching to know what she was doing. I began to battle my way through the crowd. All around me, scantily-clad women were kissing, stroking and fondling men, all of whom wore wide smiles on their faces. Several women were on their knees servicing men with their mouths. I recognized one such woman immediately by her long, curly red hair.

Michelle was kneeling in front of a man who wore an expression of sheer ecstasy as she worked her mouth over his stiff rod. I wasn't surprised to notice the man appeared a bit older, as she seemed to have a strange attraction to older men. Standing on either side of them were two men of roughly the same age, who were clearly admiring the job that she was performing on this random stranger.

She rose to her feet and gave the older man a kiss. He said something to her, and then handed her a couple of bills. She then made her way down the line to the next men standing to his left. She exchanged words with him, and he smiled from ear to ear. She lowered herself to her knees in front of him, fished around in his boxers, took out his already stiff cock and put it in her mouth.

I never grew tired of watching her suck other men's cocks. In a strange way, it made me feel incredibly generous to share such an amazing gift with other men. I tried to keep my distance, as I didn't want her to know I was watching. When I turned around, a woman approached me. She appeared to be around my age, with short, sandy brown hair, dark eyes and full, luscious lips. She had a decent figure, which was complimented nicely by the red negligee she was wearing.

"I couldn't help but notice you have some bills hanging out of your boxers," she said with a sweet Southern accent.

"I do?" I responded, sarcastically. "Oh, yeah, I guess I do. I was just wondering how I might spend one."

"Hmm...well, maybe I can help," she said. She took me by the hand and directed me to the empty bed I had been leaning against. I lay on my back, and she crawled seductively between my legs. I was already fully engorged from watching Michelle do what she does best, so it took a little effort for this mystery woman to free my cock from my shorts.

She wrapped her full lips around my cock head and swirled her tongue all around it. Then she plunged the entire length of my shaft into her mouth, all the way to the base, and swirled her tongue there as well. She slowly withdrew, and repeated this motion over and over.

To that point in my life, I never thought any woman could ever give a better blowjob than Michelle, but this woman was truly giving her a run for her money. Her technique, combined with those big, soft lips, created an amazing sensation. I felt ripples of pleasure throughout my entire body. 

As suddenly as it began, it ended. She took me out of my mouth, smiled up at me, and rose to her knees. I clumsily fumbled for a dollar and handed it to her. She thanked me, and began to rise from the bed when I stopped her. I held out another dollar.

"Just a little longer?" I asked with a smile. She smiled wide, took my dollar, and leaned forward into my lap once again, taking my stiff, fat cock back into her mouth. She must have sensed that I was on the verge of an orgasm, because she slowed her pace, and seemed to take delight in keeping me there. She held her lips in place with my cock buried deep inside her mouth, and ran her tongue over my shaft with slow and tantalizing licks.

She withdrew with an audible slurping sound, and she looked at me with those big, dark eyes and flashed a naughty smile. I leaned forward and tasted her full lips, and thanked her for an amazing blowjob. As she rose from the bed and turned to leave, I appreciated the view of her ample ass framed by her red lace panties.

My cock was still throbbing, and it took me several minutes before I could move from the bed. I glanced over to where I had last seen my wife, and she was no longer there -- no doubt sucking another stranger's dick. I was startled by a voice to my left.

"She's something, ain't she?"

A man was standing at the foot of my bed, wearing over-sized boxer shorts. I estimated he had to be around 100 pounds overweight. He had a Southern accent and a wide and friendly smile. I could only assume that he was referring to the mystery woman who had just left the bed. I rose from my reclining position and sat on the edge of the bed, still trying to tame my raging hard-on.

"Yes, she is," I said. "You have no idea."

"I sure do," he said, proudly. "That's my wife!"

I couldn't help but wonder how such a physically mismatched couple came together.

"I hope you don't mind," I said.

"Of course not! Man, I love to watch her work."

He introduced himself as John, and I finally learned that the mystery woman's name was Amber. I shook his hand, thanked him for sharing her talents, and offered to "buy him a drink" (a lame running joke at this all-inclusive resort.)

As we sat at the bar, a woman approached me and offered to give me a lap dance. I wasn't particularly attracted to her, but didn't have the heart to reject her. She spun me around in my chair and wriggled her ass in my lap to the beat of the music. I thanked her and handed her a buck.

"Only one more left," I remarked to John.

Just then, our party's host spoke into the microphone once again, letting us know that there were only 15 minutes left until the start of the auction.

"I know exactly how I want to spend that last dollar," I said to John, and he just smiled and nodded. He rose from his chair and scanned the room for his wife. I did the same, looking for Michelle, and spotted her immediately on one of the beds against the wall. She was kneeling on all fours between a pair of hairy legs, and her head bobbed up and down. I couldn't help but smile and shake my head. She was having the time of her life showing off for all these men.

John rejoined me, with his lovely wife in tow.

"John tells me you have another dollar to spend," she said in a flirty tone.

"It's yours if you'd like it," I replied with a smile.

All of the beds were full, so she led me to the corner behind the bar, and with my back against the wall, she dropped to her knees in front of me, yanked down my boxers and grabbed my stiffening cock. She teased me a bit with her tongue before putting it in her mouth and sliding me all the way in. The swirling motion of her tongue was driving me insane, and I felt weak in the knees. She withdrew me completely from her mouth, lifted my stiff rod, and flicked her tongue along my balls. She seemed to enjoy the fact that she was driving me wild.

After a few minutes of this exquisite torture, I couldn't take anymore.

"Okay, okay," I said, lifting her to her feet. "Here's your dollar. You definitely earned it."

I handed her the dollar, and she promptly stuffed it into the waistband of her little red panties.

"You know, for a few dollars more, she would do more than suck you," John suddenly added. I told him she had just taken my last dollar, and he quickly produced all six of the bills he had been given at the start of the party and handed them to me. I playfully waved them in front of Amber.

"Not here," she said, and took me by the hand. She led me around the corner and into the darkened playroom behind the bar. There were three couples in the room, fucking and sucking each other in various positions. Amber lay down a towel on one of the open mattresses and removed her flimsy negligee. She wriggled out of her tiny panties, too, and now stood naked before me, wearing only her high heels. She had a very nice figure, with full breasts and a nicely-trimmed pubic area with only a tiny wisp of a "landing strip" of dark brown hair.

I dropped my boxers to the floor, and my cock sprung out at full attention. She lowered herself to her knees to continue what she had started outside in the disco, but I dropped down with her and guided her to the mattress. I wanted to return the oral favors she had been giving me all day. I also needed some time to calm down, as she had brought me to the edge of orgasm.

I kissed her passionately on the mouth and worked my way down her body, kissing her neck, her tits, her belly, and finally down to her glistening pussy. I squeezed her tits while my tongue flicked up, down and around her clit, teasing her just as she had teased me. I pressed my tongue hard against her opening, and then slowly moved upward toward her rigid clit, and licked in gentle circles on and around it. 

She writhed around on the mattress and pushed her hips toward my mouth as I continued to lick and suck, savoring the taste of her juices on my tongue. I could tell that she was nearing an orgasm, and I desperately wanted to fuck her.

I arose from my position to my knees, and came to the awful realization that I hadn't brought a condom with me. Wearing only boxers, I had nowhere to put one. It never occurred to me that I would need one at this party. Just then, as if he were reading my mind, John tapped me on the shoulder and handed me what I needed. I unwrapped it over my aching member and positioned myself at her entrance.

I gave her a deep kiss while I plunged inside her hot, wet cunt. She moaned loudly and dug her nails into my back as I pushed as deep as I could inside her, and then ground my pelvic bone into her clit. She spread her legs wider, allowing me to reach even deeper inside her. I could feel the tip of my cock brushing her cervix, and I continued to swivel my hips on top of her pubic mound.

When I couldn't take any more teasing, I withdrew halfway and then thrust deep and hard. Again and again, I pounded into her, harder and harder. Her moaning intensified with each thrust, and I could feel a tremendous orgasm building within me. Just as her body began to tense, and the muscles of her cunt contracted around my slippery pole, I gave one final thrust and unleashed a torrent of fluid into the condom while buried deep inside her.

Exhausted, I kissed her sweetly and flopped over onto my side. Lightheaded, I looked around the room and noticed the other three couples had left. The only other person in the room was John, who was cleaning himself up with a towel. Evidently, he enjoyed himself as much as we had.

All three of us quickly dressed and sneaked out of the room. When we re-entered the bar area, we discovered that the auction was already underway. I said good-bye to John and Amber and eventually found Michelle standing on the opposite side of the room.

"Where were you?" she asked, and I told her.

"So I guess you had fun," she said with a smile.

"And how about you?" I asked. "Did you have any fun?"

Without breaking eye contact, she reached into the waistband of her panties and produced a large handful of fake dollars. Before I could say anything, she stopped me. With her other hand, she reached into the other side of her waistband and produced an even larger handful.

"I guess that answers that question!" I said.



A Journey to Desire Ch. 05



Author's note: This is Part Five of a five-part series. In order to better appreciate this story, I encourage you to first read Part One, Part Two, Part Three and Part Four.

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After experiencing such a frenzy of sexual activity over the first three days of our vacation, Michelle and I decided to step back a little, enjoy each other's company, and reconnect as a couple. We mostly spent those days lounging on a beach bed and listening to the ocean waves gently roll onto the shore. It was a public beach with "vanilla" resorts on either side, and it was always amusing to watch the reactions from guests of those resorts as they attempted to casually stroll past our bed.

Our evening routine continued as usual, with a delicious dinner followed by the evening's entertainment and dancing in the disco. We enjoyed flirting a little with some of the friends we had met throughout the week, but there was no sexual contact. We decided to save that for ourselves when we returned to our room.

Our one-on-one time was as exciting and passionate as it had been in the weeks prior to our vacation. Michelle was always open to try new things, and we were eager to practice all the "tricks and tips" we had learned from others throughout the week. Talking about everything we had done throughout the week made us both incredibly horny, and it seemed as though our sexual appetites could never be satisfied.

On the morning of our last day at the resort, a "sex clinic" was held in the disco. These clinics had been held daily throughout the week, but we were always too distracted to attend. The topic of that day's clinic was pussy-licking, and I convinced Michelle to attend.

We arrived at the disco and were surprised to see that it was nearly filled to capacity. In addition to the beds, couches and loveseats that normally filled the room, several mats had been placed on the floor. We worked our way through the crowd and found an empty seat on a padded bench.

The instructor introduced herself, and then asked all the ladies to undress. There was something incredibly sexy about seeing naked women in a room of fully-clothed men. The men were instructed to position themselves at the women's feet, and were led through a series of step-by-step instructions. The first fifteen minutes or so consisted of light massaging and kissing the neck, breasts, legs and inner thighs.

Finally, instructions were given for the men to begin gently kissing, licking and sucking the outer labia of the vagina. The nervous giggles that filled the room when the instruction began were soon replaced with heavy breathing and low moaning. Within minutes, the sound of dozens of women moaning in unison filled the room. By the time the men were instructed to insert a couple of fingers into the vaginal entrance, the combined moaning had become so intense, it became difficult to hear the instructor.

After Michelle experienced what appeared to be a tremendous orgasm, we slipped out of the room, past dozens of women experiencing their own orgasms, and made our way toward the hot tub. We were both so turned on by the experience of being in a room full of women having simultaneous orgasms, and we were anxious to see what kind of naughtiness we could find to cap off our week of debauchery.

We waded over toward our usual two seats at the end of the "swim-up" bar, and Carlos greeted us with a warm and friendly smile, along with a couple of tropical concoctions. We enjoyed a few more drinks while chatting and flirting with the couples surrounding the bar. At one point, Michelle became engrossed in conversation with a bald guy named Stefan, who was visiting from Montreal. Knowing her fondness for bald guys, I wasn't surprised that she was becoming very flirty.

While having a conversation with a man to my right, I noticed that he kept glancing over my shoulder. When I finally turned to see what he found so interesting, I saw Michelle and Stefan making out like a couple of horny teenagers. Their mouths were wide open, their tongues were probing each other, and their hands were all over one another. Michelle's left hand was below the water line, and her frantic stroking created splashes and waves.

I didn't want to stare at them, but I also couldn't ignore what was happening. I tried to be as casual as possible and continue my conversation with the man to my right, but my dick had become so hard so quickly that it was bobbing above the water line and had become impossible to conceal.

I waited a few moments before I glanced back over my shoulder. When I did, their hands were still all over each other, but Michelle's eyes were now open, and she looked at me and smiled. I decided it was safe to approach.

"So...I see you've made a new friend," I said to Michelle.

"Yes I have!" she said excitedly. "And he's bald, too!"

"Is he? I hadn't noticed," I said sarcastically.

"Stefan wants to move over to one of those beds," she continued, motioning toward one of the empty beds surrounding the hot tub area. "Do you want to join us?"

When we discussed our fantasy bucket list prior to our vacation, seeing Michelle please two guys at the same time was near the top of my list. The thought of having both her mouth and pussy filled at the same time was incredibly exciting, and she seemed equally excited by that scenario. On our final day at the resort, this was our opportunity to check off a major item on that list.

"What about his wife?" I asked.

"She is sleeping back in my room," Stefan responded in a French-Canadian accent. "It's okay," he added, noting the look of concern on my face. "We have an open marriage. She's okay with me having fun on my own."

I agreed to their arrangement, and they both smiled widely. Michelle excused herself to visit the ladies room, and Stefan did as well, leaving me standing alone near the bar, still trying to conceal my raging hard-on.

A long time passed, and I began to wonder if they had started without me. When I scanned the beds, however, they were nowhere to be found. I then saw Michelle talking to a woman at the "dry bar" on the other side of the hot tub. Stefan was also with her. As soon as Michelle saw me, she motioned for me to join them.

I was introduced to Stefan's wife, Brigitte, who evidently had awoken from her nap. She was very thin, with short, black hair, and I guessed that she was in her late 40's or early 50's. She seemed like a nice woman, but I wasn't particularly attracted to her, and hoped that I wasn't put in an awkward position of being led into a foursome with this couple.

As we continued chatting, it became clear that our original plan of sharing Michelle on one of the beds had been foiled. It wasn't even clear to me whether Stefan or Michelle had even mentioned the plan to Brigitte. Arrangements were made for the four of us to have dinner together, and we parted ways to get changed in our rooms.

"What happened there?" I asked Michelle, once we had escaped earshot.

"I don't know," she responded. "It just got weird when she showed up."

I was disappointed, but I decided not to dwell upon it. The four of us enjoyed a good conversation over dinner, and plans were made to meet them at the lobby bar to watch the evening's entertainment. I had been looking forward to this night since we booked the trip. The theme for the night was "Schoolgirl Night," and Michelle had bought the tiniest, sexiest schoolgirl outfit I had ever seen. I couldn't wait to see her wear it again.

I couldn't keep my hands off her as she dressed, and insisted upon snapping several photos in our room before we left. Her outfit was a one-piece plaid dress similar to what you would see a Catholic schoolgirl wear, except that her skirt barely covered her ass. Of course, she chose not to wear panties, so any time she bent over, crossed her legs or moved a certain way, she would give a brief glimpse of her delicious, naked ass and shaved pussy. She topped off this ensemble with white, mid-thigh leggings and thick, six-inch black heels that looked like "saddle shoes."

As we walked to the lobby bar, all heads turned in her direction, and my chest swelled with pride. We ordered a drink, and a short time later we were joined by Stefan and Brigitte. Brigitte elected not to dress in theme, but wore a short white dress instead. Perhaps it was the dress, or maybe the lighting, but she looked a bit more attractive to me than she had upon first impression.

The evening entertainment -- an acrobatic act -- began, and I watched while embracing Michelle from behind. I kissed her neck softly, and she leaned her head back and cooed. She was moving her hips to the music and grinding into my crotch, which made me instantly erect. I kissed, licked and bit her neck and ears, and she seemed to melt in my arms.

I felt a strange presence, and when I opened my eyes, I noticed that Stefan was also making out with her. He was kissing her deeply, working on her front half while I was kissing her from behind. We had formed a "Michelle sandwich" and she loved every minute of it.

The show had barely begun when Stefan grabbed Michelle's hand and practically pulled her toward the disco. I looked at Brigitte, and she took me by the hand as we tried to keep up with them. The four of us raced up the stairs and into the disco. We made a beeline toward the playroom behind the bar. We were the first people in the disco, and the playroom was empty.

I had barely had a chance to remove my shoes, and Michelle already had Stefan's dick out of his pants and in her mouth. He was still fully clothed, and sitting upright against a wall. Michelle was on all fours in front of him, hungrily devouring his cock. I felt the zipper of my pants being tugged down, and Brigitte was on her knees in front of me, desperately trying to free my dick as quickly as possible.

With one fluid motion she took my cock out and stuffed it in her mouth. I could not keep my eyes off of Michelle. She looked so amazing in her schoolgirl costume, and her bare ass was pointed in my direction. My prick swelled to full length in no time. Brigitte wrapped her lips around the head of my cock and furiously stroked my shaft with one of her hands.

She stopped and began to strip out of her dress, and I took that opportunity to strip out of my clothes as well. She lay naked on the mat next to Stefan and Michelle, and reached over to grasp her husband's hand. Although she was thinner than I prefer, she had good muscle tone, and it was obvious she worked to keep in shape. I crawled between her legs and decided to test out some of the pussy-licking techniques I had learned that morning. By the time I inserted two fingers inside her and began twisting them in and out while flicking my tongue around her clit, she was moaning and squirming all over the mat. Her body tensed and shook, and I maintained my steady pace until her spasms subsided.

"You are a lucky lady," Brigitte said with a French accent to Michelle. "Your husband has a magical tongue!"

We all laughed. It was a phrase that Michelle and I would laugh about for weeks afterward.

I rose to my knees, reached over to my crumpled pants and fumbled through my pockets in search of a condom.

"Can I have one?" Michelle asked sweetly. She was holding Stefan's wet cock in her hand.

I handed her a condom, and as she unrolled it over Stefan's cock as I unrolled one over mine. I decided I wanted to take Brigitte from behind, so I flipped her over. As I entered her, Michelle was climbing on top of Stefan's lap and positioning herself. Both couples seemed to reach the moment of penetration at the exact same moment, as evidenced by the simultaneous gasp elicited by the women.

Brigitte was gushing all over my cock, which created a delicious noise as I thrust into her from behind. Her ass was firm and round, and provided me with a nice view as my dick slid in and out of her. With each thrust, my balls smacked against her clit. To my right, Michelle was grinding and thrusting on top of Stefan, and they both moaned loudly.

It occurred to me that both Michelle and Stefan were still fully dressed. Michelle had managed to pull Stefan's pants down to his knees, but he was still wearing his shirt and even his shoes. And Michelle was still completely dressed in her schoolgirl outfit. They were too excited to even both getting undressed.

Brigitte's moans grew louder and louder, and out of nowhere I felt her pussy contract, and her body tensed and shook once again. She practically collapsed beneath me, and I realized that she was likely done for the night. I withdrew my hard cock from her, and removed the condom.

To my right, Michelle was still grinding and pumping on top of Stefan, and had picked up the pace a bit. She gave a loud moan and held herself in place, with his cock buried deep inside her, and I recognized that moan as an orgasm. She remained still for a moment, and then climbed off of him, removed his condom and put his cock back in her mouth. She was on a mission to get him off one way or another.

My dick was still hard, but Brigitte appeared as though she had been drained of every ounce of energy in her body. I looked over at Michelle's perfectly-shaped ass peeking out from her short plaid skirt, and I couldn't resist the temptation. It was time to check off another item from our fantasy bucket list.

I moved behind her, lifted her little skirt, and pushed my cock into her soaking-wet hole, eliciting a muffled groan. She now had one hard cock in her mouth and another in her pussy. Another fantasy fulfilled. Unfortunately, this fantasy would not last long. The thrill of seeing my wife in this position put me over the edge quickly. I thrust into her faster and harder, and within moments felt a powerful stream of cum fill her from within. Seconds later, Stefan groaned loudly and Michelle's muffled moan indicated that she was letting him finish in her mouth. Evidently, this little adventure had reawakened her taste for cum.

All three of us collapsed in sweat and exhaustion. We gathered our clothes and sneaked back into the disco to spend the rest of the night dancing, drinking and laughing. When the disco closed for the night, Michelle and I visited the lobby bar for a little midnight snack. Sitting under the stars and feeling the warm Caribbean breeze upon our bodies, pizza never tasted so good.

On the morning of our departure, we sat on the porch together and enjoyed a cup of coffee as we gazed at the bright blue Caribbean Sea. This vacation had exceeded our wildest imaginations, and it was difficult to pry ourselves away from this magical place. In just one short week, we had shared so many incredibly erotic sexual experiences, and had fulfilled most of the sexual fantasies we ever had.

In many ways, this vacation was a life-changing experience. It wasn't only about sex. More importantly, we learned that our experiences had brought us closer together than ever before. We learned that we trusted each other so implicitly that nothing could ever come between us. If our relationship could survive witnessing each other being intimate with others, it could survive anything.

Not only did our relationship improve, but we each experienced a significant personal improvement as well. After spending so many years defining herself as a wife and mother, Michelle seemed to realize that she was also a woman. She was happier, more outgoing, friendlier, flirtier, and more confident than I had ever seen her before. She seemed to have broken free from her shell and fully embraced life. Not only was I madly in love with her; I was proud of her.

After seventeen years of commitment and monogamy, an exciting new realm filled with titillating possibilities had been opened for both of us. We had given each other the ultimate gift: the freedom to explore all our wildest fantasies and act upon all the feelings and urges that we had bottled up and denied for so long. We learned that trust is the greatest gift that one can give in any relationship. We learned to let go of our insecurities and embrace the faith we had in our profound love for each other.

Over the coming years, we would have many more erotic adventures as a result of this experience. But there is nothing quite like your first time, and this first experience we had in Cancun was one that we will cherish forever.