0 comments/ 40014 views/ 3 favorites Vacation to Mexico By: msm865 Vacation time. We spent a lot of effort selecting a location and ultimately decided to head to Mexico. A chance to visit the temple ruins and the modern day resorts. Little did we expect the reception that awaited us! We arrived at our all-inclusive resort and took the shuttle to our bungalow to unpack and settle in. A quick shower to freshen up and a little time to plan the evening. As we did not intend to leave the resort, that was pretty simple. We dressed and headed to the main complex for supper. We expected it to be great food, drinks and fun. It turned into so much more. Soon after we arrived at our table in the restaurant, I noticed an immediate change in my wife. She went from talkative to very reserved in a matter of seconds. This was out of character and while I didn't immediately comment on the mood swing, I tried to discern the source of the problem. She seemed to be glancing at a particular table with a very good looking couple about our age. Since I was certain we didn't know anyone at the resort, I continued to observe her glances and it became quite clear it was that particular table. I decided I had to find out what the issue was and put a stop to the distraction. The bombshell dropped. Apparently the man involved used to be her boyfriend 25 years ago! While I had never met him, I seemed to remember that he had just left her without even saying goodbye. This might not turn out well. I asked if she wanted to change seats. She said no. I asked if she wanted to change tables. No again. I asked if she wanted to leave. She said definitely not. Now I am totally baffled, realizing there must be a plan for revenge forming in her mind. At this point, I am hoping it doesn't become physical, since again I seem to remember he was a bodybuilder and certainly looks like someone I don't care to mess with. We order our meals and while I enjoy my fish, she picks at her food and mostly moves things around on her plate. She orders another wine, drains it quickly and orders one more. This is not good. While I like her tipsy because she loses her inhibitions, she can be a mean drunk. She has not hardly eaten anything and the alcohol is starting to take effect. The waitress comes and clears my empty plate and asks my wife if something is wrong with her meal. She says she was not very hungry and orders another wine. A little trio starts to play in the corner of the room and she wants to dance. I never particularly care to be the first ones on the dance floor, but hey, someone has to be. She is clearly feeling the wine and grinding to the beat, putting on quite a show. She is cupping her tits as she dances and eventually reaches down and rubs my cock. Yeah, I really do like her tipsy. A slow song starts and after all this, she walks away from me, up to her former boyfriend and asks him for the dance! I retreat to our table, not sure what to think or do. I order a double bourbon, preparing for the firestorm I expect to come. I am intently watching them dance, ready to step in when the trouble starts. Except it doesn't. They dance over to a corner, start to kiss and I can see her hand stroking his cock. Not sure what her plan of revenge is, but I wasn't expecting this. I order another double. The band takes a break and I expect her to return to our table and explain what just happened. Instead, she follows him back to his table, he apparently introduces her to his wife and she sits down with them. They have a bottle of wine on the table and pour her a glass. He excuses himself, comes to our table and very graciously asks me to join them. I start to protest and he assures me he will explain it all. I slowly meander over to their table, staring daggers at my wife. Long story short, there is a partial takeover of the resort by a lifestyle group and they are part of it. My wife has always said she is not interested in multiple partners or actually having sex with anyone else. And as vindictive as she can be, I have a hard time believing she would even acknowledge him. This guy must be pretty addictive. We start to chat. Amicably. His wife, who to this point has been largely ignored, is beautiful. Dark hair, big brown eyes, about 5'7", maybe 130#, what I judge to be 34C tits. Now my wife in contrast is blonde, with hazel eyes, 5'4", about 140# and 36DD. The bottle of wine has disappeared, the bourbon is gone. They ask us to their bungalow. Many mixed emotions. If these were random people, I'd feel better about it. The fact my wife is not acting out in some way concerns me. His gorgeous wife intrigues me. They are in the lifestyle, we are not. We have all been drinking and inhibitions are low. We accept the invitation with the premise that nothing may happen. Unless it does. We walk to their place as couples. They open the door and we are in a living room with a full bar. It appears there are bedrooms off both sides of the common area, which feels strange. A bottle of wine is opened and we all enjoy a quick toast to new friends. Hmm, not everyone is new. His wife quickly engages me in conversation and steers me off to a sitting area. I am not clingy and will usually leave my wife alone in a group party situation. It didn't hit me at first, but this was different. Damn double bourbons. These were experienced people and were "splitting us from the herd". She looks me deeply in the eyes, then leans back and starts to unbutton her top. She takes it off, reaches around and undoes the clasp to her bra. Her breasts appear and they are spectacular. I am mesmerized but manage a quick glance toward my wife. Her ex boyfriend has come around the bar and is undoing her top. Her effort to stop him is apparently to stick her tongue down his throat. Doesn't slow him and her bra is gone. He breaks the French kiss and attacks her nipples. She is not far behind and getting rid of his shirt. She rakes his nipples with her fingernails. His groan announces his approval. She undoes his belt, dropping his pants to the floor and she follows them down. On her knees now, she pulls at the waistband of his boxers and immediately takes the head of his cock in her mouth. I am pulled back to my encounter when a nipple rubs my lips. I instinctively open and start to suck. I can't resist feeling her boobs. As I do that, she unbuttons my shirt. I switch nipples. So now 3 of us are naked to the waist and 1 is totally undressed. My wife grabs her naked partner by the hand and asks which bedroom. Off they go to the left. I realize that we could also have more fun on a bed than where we were and head off to the right. His wife quickly stripped the rest of her clothes off and I did my best to try keep up. As she lay back on the sheets, I received a view of her nicely trimmed pubic patch. I quickly dove in and attacked her clit. Her response was to grab the back of my head and push me down harder, something my wife doesn't like. Not much later and she was writhing with an orgasm. I love making women come. I crawled up the bed and we snuggled. Now I'm not that well endowed, about 6", but apparently that was not an issue with her. She rolled over, straddled me and sunk down on my cock. Hot velvety walls enveloped my penis and she rocked forward and backward. Of course this is where every breathing male reaches for tits. I rolled her nipples between my fingers. She was really working me, so I decided to try change the game up and see if I could get her off again. I moved my right hand from her nipple to an unhappy sigh, brought it around behind her, sliding my middle finger into her ass. She was loose and asked me how I knew she would like that. Sometimes you just know things, sometimes you guess. I pulled her down to get that lonely nipple into my mouth. Her pussy clamped down around me as she came hard. I couldn't last anymore, spewing my load into her. I began to wonder what was going on in the other room. I suggested we go spy on our spouses who used to be lovers. We pad silently out of our room and across the common room to find the door slightly ajar. Soft music is playing and the drapes are open to the view of the ocean, allowing the moonlight in. We slip in. We watch as he pounds into her, clenching his ass. My wife is stroking his pecs, occasionally flicking a nipple. He adjusts ever so slightly higher, stimulating her clit. She begins to reach around and pull him closer, wrapping her legs behind his and starts to cum. Another half a dozen strokes and he explodes into her. They roll apart, spent. I look at his wife, she looks at me, and we slink to the bed to take over. I have had time for recovery and just watched live sex, so I sink into my wife's sloppy hole. His wife is on the other side of the bed, trying her best to suck him back to life. I am a man possessed, reclaiming my wife. She has rarely had multiple orgasms, so I was in this only for marking my territory. To my surprise, she started to respond and we had wonderful sex until we both came again. Exhausted, we all four lay on the bed. About 10 minutes passed and I had to use the toilet. Double bourbons. I had padded back across to the other bedroom to not disturb the others. As I came out, I was met with a passionate kiss which I quickly returned. Initially I assumed it was my wife, but it soon became apparent she was taller and thinner. She grabbed me by the hand and led me to the bed. We kissed and spent time feeling each other, but we both were exhausted and eventually faded off to sleep. Before I drift off to sleep, I can't help but wonder if I have been set up. Vacation to Mexico Ch. 02 To the literary purists – This is a short story specifically designed to fit on one page. As such, there is no character development and no witty dialogue. I am not writing the next great novel. To everyone else, I hope you enjoy. I was encouraged to continue this story, which I don't usually do, I like them to be one and done. Day 02 The early morning Mexican sun shone brightly into the bedroom through the partially open drapes. But that was not what woke me. Instead, it was the feeling of a set of lips wrapped around my stiffening pole. Knowing that I had went to sleep snuggled up to the raven haired beauty I had just met yesterday, I was shocked to see a blonde head bobbing up and down my shaft. The sun blazed on her like a spotlight, enhancing my visual experience of the event. I realized my cock wasn't the only thing that was throbbing. My head was pounding and I was trying my best to put last night into some perspective. A million questions started to bounce around and I finally had to quit trying to think and just enjoy. My wife began to roll my balls in her hand while reaching a finger toward my ass. Between the normal morning wood and her manipulations, I started to sigh, which is my equivalent of moaning or screaming. She continued to stroke me, removed her mouth from my cock and began to take long licks, alternating sides. I was as hard as I had ever been and she knew it. One last long lick to the top and then a very hard suction engulfed the head of my penis. I came without warning her and for the first time in almost 25 years she gulped it all down. The drum beat in my head took over again. My wife slid down off the bed and made her way to the bathroom. No post-coital snuggle, I'm not sure she even looked at me. I watched her walk away until she turned the corner and disappeared. Now, as you may remember, my wife is 5'4" with 36DD and I thoroughly enjoyed the view. I heard the shower start and can only hope she does a good job of scrubbing last night off her and pays special attention to her pussy. I lay squinting at the ceiling, a combination of the brightness in the room and my aching head. The shower turns off and she appears all shiny and new. She is now perky and bubbly. She wants me to get up, get showered, get dressed, so we don't miss breakfast. I inform her that I am NOT going to breakfast in the smoky clothes we wore last night and I would shower and change at our bungalow. I quickly slipped on yesterday's garb and then realized her clothes were in the other bedroom. While I expected her to ask me to go get them, she just opened the door and strode straight to the other bedroom. I hear her giggling as she dresses and she reappears ready to leave, a smirk on her face. The walk back to our bungalow is short, but as she continues to exude happiness and chats away a mile a minute, I become more sullen. We reach our place and realizing we have some time pressure to make breakfast, I take one of my "speed showers", throw on fresh clothes and off we are to the restaurant. She is still talking, telling me how much fun that had been and hoping I had enjoyed myself too. This is not what I want to hear, I have a million questions, but telling me how wonderful last night was only adds wood to the fire. We arrive in time for breakfast and as we ask to be seated, we are escorted to a table already occupied by our "friends" from last night. I wonder how much more of this I can really put up with. Again this morning, they are both very gracious and the conversation flows easily. We order breakfasts, including mimosas. The conversation turns to plans for the day and I am dreading that I will get dragged into spending the day with my wife's ex-lover and his wife. Fortunately, they have some errands they need to run and some events with their lifestyle group. I came here for stress relief, not to pile it on. The dishes are cleared, we say goodbye and head our separate ways. Instead of going back to our room, we take off our sandals and stroll on the beach. There is a nice breeze off the water that keeps us cool. The sand is soft and we walk silently, listening to the waves lap at the shoreline. We walk a distance down the beach, the sun beating down. We realize we have not put on any sunscreen, so we turn and head back. It was a nice little walk and more of what I thought we might be doing while we were here. Back at the bungalow, we talked about plans for the day, deciding on a beach day. The 800 pound gorilla in the corner, better known as the events of last night, still was not a topic. We changed to swimsuits, grabbed some towels, sunscreen and some liquid refreshments and headed out. There was a path down to the beach and plenty of space when we got there. There were complimentary beach chairs with canopies, so we claimed two close to where our path ended. We made our way down to the water and a quick dip to cool off. Then a relaxing time on the chairs. I may have dozed off a time or two. It had been a lot of activity since we arrived and I am not as young as I used to be. We spent several hours there, until the heat of the day began to get to us and we suddenly understood the reason for siestas. We packed up and returned to our air conditioned room. We rested for a couple of hours and feeling somewhat revitalized, we decided to wander down to the Tiki Bar. I threw on a pair of khaki shorts and a loose button shirt and honey snapped a strap less push up lace bra on, then slipped into a sundress that buttoned down the front, leaving enough buttons undone to show off her cleavage. It was time for some version of frozen alcohol. My wife chose a tropical daiquiri, while I opted for a frozen margarita. We worked our way through a couple rounds (come on, it's all inclusive) while planning what time supper should be. Of course by now she was getting tipsy, but remember, I like her that way. She checked her watch and decided we had time for one more round and then we headed over for supper. Well, surprise, surprise, but who should we run into. This is no longer a coincidence. Probably what all the giggling was about as she retrieved her clothes this morning. And lo and behold, they have reserved a table for five. Seconds later, up walks a very good looking man, early twenties and he is introduced to us as their son and that he would be joining us this evening. This just keeps getting better and better. As we sit down, I am in between the husband and his wife, leaving the men to bracket my wife. We eat and of course head over to dance again. Apparently seating arrangements remain the same. My wife gives me the first couple dances, again stroking me on the dance floor, then turns her attentions to the other two men. I try to make the best of it and his wife alternates dances between her husband and me. The good news is that as my wife is dancing, she is not drinking. The band breaks as my wife is on the far edge of the dance floor with more buttons undone from both the top and bottom, her tongue down the son's throat and her hand in through his open zipper. Seems it's time to move this party back to their place again. This time there is no pussy footing around, we all head to the bedroom on the left as soon as we enter the bungalow. There is a bottle of wine, a bottle of tequila and cigars. As the men lite cigars and pour shots, his wife has split my wife off from the herd this night and has her at the end of the bed. She wastes little time in slowly undoing the remaining buttons on my wife's dress, easing it off her shoulders and tossing it in our general direction. She stands there in her lace push up bra with her neatly trimmed pussy gleaming from the attention. The hostess lays her back on the bed and traces her fingers up my wife's legs, opening them as she reaches the top. She slides a finger effortlessly into her cunt, then another and attacks her clit with tongue darts. Now my wife claims to have never been with a woman before and I have never seen two women have sex live, we are in uncharted territory. She removes her fingers, the darts become long, flat tongue licks. First one and then the other of her lubricated fingers enter my wife's ass (another first) then back to her clit with suction and rapid flicks. My wife squirms, arches her back and cums. The cigar smokers applaud the show and his wife does a little pirouette, little curtsy and proceeds to perform an erotic striptease. Needless to say, our clothes come flying off. I go straight to his wife, who has crawled up on the bed next to my wife. I dive between her legs and try to recreate the scene we had just watched. Her husband feeds his cock into her mouth at the same time. This leaves their son with my wife. I glance over when I feel his weight on the bed. He is a young version of his father, probably what my wife remembers dating. He is the typical impatient young man and goes straight to stuffing his cock into my wife's oozing cunt. He isn't huge, but appears to be extremely hard. I get back to my task and try several of my own techniques in an effort to finish her off. Her attention is split because of the blowjob and it is taking awhile. I squeeze her ass hard with my free hand, thrusting her clit against my tongue. She wiggles, releases her husband's cock from her mouth and screams out her orgasm. This apparently triggers two other orgasms next to me as my wife tenses and cums, clamping down on the son's cock and he drives as deep as he can and empties his balls into her. At this juncture, the two remaining people who have not reached orgasm yet are the husbands, poor us. I roll his wife up on all fours and slide my cock into her slippery cunt. I glance over at my wife as I feel the bed shift once and then again. The son has withdrawn and walked over to pour himself a tequila and has been replaced by my wife's ex-lover. He gently eases into my wife and I hear a sigh of contentment from her. I began to pound away, determined to fuck fast and hard. I would say I was pounding her, but as previously disclosed, I only sport 6". I don't last long after all the visual stimulation and performing oral and soon I am spurting into her tight passage. She won't release me and continues to slide on me until she reaches her second high. I slip out of her and she collapses onto the bed. Meanwhile, next to us, the old lovers have increased their pace. The bed is bouncing as he pounds away at her. He begins to alternate long slow strokes with short fast ones. The son reappears, dips the head of his cock into the remnants of his tequila shot, then feeds his cock into her mouth, slides one of the bra cups down and rolls her nipple between his fingers. She has gone into overdrive and her senses are overloaded. She tenses and cums, causing her partner to clench his ass cheeks, curl his toes and unload as well. Time for a quick intermission. We pour the women glasses of wine and again the tequila flows. If I am keeping score correctly for this session, the men have each cum once, his wife has cum twice and my wife has had three orgasms. Never thought I'd see this day. And I can sense we are not done. One more tequila round while the women finish their wines. What's left to be done in round two? I was about to find out. My wife's ex-lover reached out his hand to her and led her back to the bed, placing her on all fours. He produced a lubricant that he must have picked up during the break and drizzled the cool liquid down the crack of her ass, causing her to shiver. He generously doused his fingers and began to introduce his fingers into her ass. She squirmed and grimaced, but didn't protest. He laid down on his back and had her straddle him reverse cowgirl, easing his cock into her ass slowly. He unhooked her bra, tossing it away. He reached up, cupped her breasts and laid her back onto his chest. Very deliberately they began a slow rhythm. The sight of her exposed cunt was too much for their son and he stepped up and entered her. While this is happening in front of us, the remaining female signals me over to where she is sitting, greedily sucking my semi-hard cock into her mouth. She sucked me hard in no time and I sprang into action. I walked to the bed, straddling my wife's head and she instinctively started licking my balls. But that was not my plan. I backed down to her tits and began to slide between her globes. The weight on the bed shifted again as his wife moved to straddle her face and thrust her tits into my face. Their son was the first to explode, but he had been hard since before the intermission. His wife was next, so my wife apparently intuitively knew the techniques needed to please a woman. This sent me over the top and I painted her chest with what was left of the fluids from my genitals. Now the only two left on the bed were the original participants. He reached around and played with her clit. She was done, shuddered and screamed her orgasm. He sprayed her bowels as she clenched and squirmed on top of him. The 800 pound gorilla in the room had put on a few hundred pounds. My wife had never been with a woman, buts gets an orgasm from one and returns the favor. She had never let me even touch her ass, but now had two different people stuff fingers into her before she took a cock to orgasm there. She didn't want to have sex with another person, but had sex with three so far. She didn't want multiple penetration, but just finished sex with four people at one time. So many questions, so few answers. Exhausted, with a tour to the Mayan ruins tomorrow, I am spent and ready to leave. I look at my wife, spread eagle on the bed, seminal fluid flowing out of her, realizing she will be a project to get moving. I pour myself another tequila, pondering my situation. Our hosts offer to allow us to stay again, partly tempting, but their son needs a bed too. I decide I am leaving and try to get my groggy wife to sit up on the edge of the bed. She is a rag doll. I may be able to slip her dress onto her, but no way she will handle the walk back to our place. Our hosts beg me to allow her to stay and they will deliver her in the morning in time to get ready for the tour. Grudgingly, I realize it is the best option, pull on my shorts and shirt, leaving it unbuttoned, slide into my sandals, give her a goodnight kiss on her pussy juice covered lips and let myself out. Vacation to Mexico Ch. 03 To the literary purists -- This is a short story specifically designed to fit on one page. As such, there is no character development and no witty dialogue. I am not writing the next great novel. To everyone else, I hope you enjoy. Recap of the story to here -- Husband and wife go on vacation to an all-inclusive resort in Mexico, where they happen to run into the wife's old flame. At this point, two nights of debauchery have ensued. * The alarm screeched me awake to an empty bed. It was time to get ready for the tour and my wife was nowhere to be seen. Well, she has made her bed and I guess she has decided to sleep in it. I stumble to the bathroom, relieve myself and turn the refreshing water on in the shower. This is an extended shower, soothing my muscles and washing me clean. As I am about to finish with the shampoo, my last act in the shower, the shower door pops open and the woman who was semi-comatose last night bounces in, revealing my crusted deposit high between her tits and clearly matted pubic hair. Again this morning, a little too giddy. She backs me up, planting another pussy flavored kiss on my lips. I let her know I am done with the shower and she can have it, exiting to finish getting ready for the tour. I hear the shower shut off and the whine of the hair dryer. At least she is making an attempt to get ready for the tour. I have tossed on a loose fitting shirt over the top of cargo shorts, my best safari look. She has gone with a minimal amount of makeup and left her hair almost natural. She realizes she will be wearing a hat almost all day and there is little reason to do more with it. She throws on a sports bra, loose fitting top and cargo shorts as well. We put on our heavy socks and sturdy hiking shoes, pick up our backpacks and head down to the main lodge to catch the tour bus. We leave the 1,000 pound gorilla behind. We go over the itinerary and the optional hikes to the top of the pyramids. We decide on some things we definitely want to do and agree there are some things that may interest us if we aren't too tired and it isn't too hot. The trip is fairly short, about 45 minutes, the shuttle is air conditioned, the scenery is lush and tropical. We pulled into a crude parking area in a clearing, I suppose to maintain the integrity of the site. It was going to be a little hike to the temple. We step out of the bus and the heat and humidity hit us. This is going to be an exhausting challenge. We wander with the other twenty or so visitors down a narrow path to the ruins. When we arrive, we are on our own to explore, with one of the options to climb the exterior stairs and enter the temple. This was one of the things on our to-do list and we felt it best to accomplish while we were relatively fresh. While we started up, most of the others decided to just wander at the base and take photos. It wasn't a fun trek, but the view from the top was worth the time. We entered the room at the top and were greeted by shade and a cool indoor space. It was a sacrificial altar room, with a large stone table. I got my wife to lie down on it, assuring her it was safe as they only sacrificed virgins. I started to perform my version of an ancient ceremony, ultimately lowering my cargoes and stroking my cock. I told her she better raise her shirt and expose her stomach and a couple strokes later I sent several ropes of cum onto her midsection. We now hear other voices and I quickly wipe her off with my hand and she pulls her shirt back down. I duck behind the altar, hitch up my cargoes and we act like nothing has happened. As we exit, we hear someone comment that it stills smells like sex after all these centuries. We can't help but chuckle. Several photos from the top, more back on the ground, some of them involving public exposure and it was time to reboard the shuttle for the ride back to the resort. About halfways back, in the middle of the jungle, we hear a blowout and a rear tire comes apart. Now this is not the kind of vehicle you just jack up and change the tire, this requires professional help. And we are in nowhere Mexico. The driver contacts his dispatcher and they will send the next available shuttle to pick us up, should be about an hour. Not a serious issue for me, as the resort has provided a cooler filled with adult beverages for the trip. Concern clouds my wife's face and I tell her that we are safe, not to worry. She tells me she is not worried and then it hits me, she has made another "accidental" dinner meeting and we aren't going to make it. Long story short, it takes an hour and a half for the shuttle to arrive and another 25 minutes back to the resort. We disembark the shuttle and head over to our bungalow. Between the climb, the heat and the humidity, I am seriously sweaty and tired, but also starving. I get ready to take a shower, but my wife has beaten me in there. It's OK, we're going nowhere until she does her face and hair, so she usually goes first. I take a quick and refreshing shower as she primps. I slip into some casual clothes and check on her progress. It's going to be awhile and she asks me to go reserve a table and she'll meet me in the Tiki bar. I won't turn that down and walk the short distance to the restaurant, cautiously looking around for the table with her ex-lover. I make the reservation for two and head to the Tiki bar for a frozen margarita. I take the drink and wander a short distance to the beach. I see her approach and start back, then stop and watch. She is stunning in a little black dress, hair and makeup perfect. Quite a change from her plain jane look of this afternoon. As soon as she sits down, the sharks start to circle her. I watch in amusement to see her reaction. While she giggles at some of the things they are saying, she is fidgeting and looking around for me. I stride back up the steps, apologize for wandering off and tell her our reservation should be ready. We wolfed our food down, me because I was starving, her because she was in an obvious hurry to be somewhere. I'd be willing now to go back and take a nap. Did I mention I'm not as young as I used to be? Someone has other ideas and is in no mood to let that LBD go unnoticed. Off to dance again. This time I am determined to get my fair share of dances with her whether she likes it or not. Fortunately it is a swing band playing and we dance well to that. She searches for her posse and locates them near the dance floor. She grabs my hand and drags me to the table, but something has changed, there are four people sitting there. The new addition is an attractive young blond, about 110#, maybe a 34B, in an extremely low cut white dress, exposing a lot of cleavage and most of her back. If she is going to join in, this may be a game changer. Now, I have been a more than willing participant in the proceedings so far. As long as I can keep my emotions out of it, there have been some fun times. In the last two days, I've seen and done things that I never believed would happen to me and seen a side of my wife that she has ALWAYS denied and I never imagined in my wildest dreams. It will be interesting to see where my wife chooses to sit as her choices are her ex-lover's wife or their son. I also get a vibe that the dynamics of the group have changed with the young blonde's addition. The band starts to play again and as usual, I get the first couple dances. We work our way through some of swing steps, realizing we have become a little rusty. We come back to the table and she is clearly expecting to be asked to dance by one of the other men, but no offer is forthcoming. As the saying goes "She is all dressed up with no place to go." Even the conversation is awkward. This is killing her and she takes me back to the dance floor. This is more like the vacation I thought we booked. But, lo and behold, as we return to the table, her ex-lover asks her for a spin on the dance floor. This apparently opens the floodgates, as the young couple follows them out. As I am left with his wife and we aren't even sitting together, it makes sense to join the dance floor as well. She is actually quite good and we manage to perform some stunts. During a break between songs she asks if we are still coming over again tonight. I am mildly stunned as the atmosphere has been so cool at the table. I stammer a reply about how it looks like they have the bedrooms filled. Her reply is that it's fine, they have a little change planned for this evening and leaves it at that. We danced through another set, changing partners occasionally, much more subdued than the last two nights. I got a few twirls with the young blond and had some visuals of her nipples burned into my brain during a few of the routines. Of course the four of them were wearing down, having arrived to dance quite awhile before us. We decided to call it a night at the dance club and headed again to their bungalow, walking as couples. Arriving, there was no stampede to the bedroom like last night, just leisurely drinks in their living room. That is when his wife announced the format for the evening. She called it performance sex. Each couple would be expected to have sex in front of the other two couples! She invited everyone to refresh their beverages and then the youngest would go first. That meant that at least we would be last. Her husband spread a blanket on the carpet and turned the music on. The son and his blond walked to the blanket, she shrugged both her shoulders and her dress puddled around her ankles. The son pulled his shirt over his head, dropped his shorts and they stood naked facing each other. She took a step toward him, put her arms around his neck, lifted herself up and wrapped her legs around him. He lined his cock up, dropped her slightly, impaling her on his cock. They fucked this way for awhile, then he laid her down on the blanket and went to work. She was trying to squirm, but he pretty much had her pinned underneath him. Her breathing became ragged and she started to cum. He kept pounding until she was finished, rolled her over and took her doggy style. A dozen good hard thrusts later and he deposited his load into her. My wife's ex and his spouse were up next and had already stripped out of their clothes. They started missionary and the wife must have been very ready as she came almost immediately. He pulled out, moved between her tits, allowing us to see the view of his cock as it grew towards orgasm. Just before he came, he moved up and fed his wife his throbbing penis. She took it into her mouth and he painted her tonsils. She swallowed while stroking him lovingly to milk the last drops out of him and into her mouth. They left the "stage" and we were on. While my wife moved to the blanket and did a slow striptease to show off her LBD, I stood off to the side and quietly shed my garb. She slowly slid the zipper down, seductively slipping out of her dress. There she stood in another lace push-up and for tonight, a tiny lace thong. I crawled over to her for effect and removed the thong with my teeth. As long as I was right there, I decided to attack her clit. She lasted awhile, then started to shake and dropped to her knees and kissed me. I laid her back down and again went after her clit, only this time I penetrated her with first one, then two fingers. She was bucking against my hand and my tongue and begged me to fuck her. I obliged and slid my stiff cock into her slippery passage. She came quickly. Before she could react, I rolled her over and positioned the head of cock at her ass. It was slick with her juices and I drip pre-cum like a leaky faucet, so lubrication was not an issue. I heard a mumbled protest, but she had given this to her ex-lover last night and I was not going to be denied. I went gently, but persistently. There were some unintelligible words coming from her mouth. I started to ram my meat in as far as it would go, picking up the pace. I could feel that I was swelling, pulled my cock out and sent ropes of cum onto her lower back. Act 3 was over and the stage was empty. We took a break and I went to wash myself off, realizing somebody might be turned off with where my cock had just been. As I was finishing up, in walked his wife in search of mouthwash for the same reason as I was in there. Before she had a chance I was kissing her, exploring her mouth with my tongue. I'm not even sure why I did it, it just seemed to happen. I told her I hoped we had a chance to get together again tonight and left their bathroom. Back in the living room, I got a refill on my drink and surveyed the room. The only one with any clothes on was my wife with her push-up bra. It was a good look for her as the support accentuates her curves. Shortly his wife returns and my wife's ex announces that round two will commence, this time with the women picking the men. I try to imagine the pairings, believing the son will not have his mother and that the husband will not have his daughter. That would leave my wife to service them both and me in the position to have both his wife and the young blond. The naked blond walks straight to me, straddles me and drops down on my pole. I had long ago forgotten what young pussy felt like. I am in heaven. She starts to bounce, I try to control her by grabbing her hips, to no avail. She is possessed, in control, positioning her clit for maximum contact. I'm hard, but not coming anytime soon. She hops off, turns and jumps back on reverse cowgirl. I reach around and cup her tits, rolling her nipples between my fingers. That seems to be the answer for her and shortly she is screaming out her orgasm. She slips off and curls up with her husband. Before I get much of a chance to savor the experience, I feel lips on my cock and a leg is thrown over my head, presenting me with a dripping snatch. I dive right in, knowing her husband came in her mouth and all these juices belong to her. She does have a very experienced oral technique and I can feel the pressure build in my balls. I increase my efforts on her clit, getting a couple fingers involved stroking her G spot and another couple up her ass. She starts to buck and that is my cue to fill her mouth as she unexpectedly squirts into my mouth. I am spent. This leaves my wife and the other two men, her ex-lover and his son. The situation sets up similar to last night, with positions reversed. Again, her ex lies on his back, but this time she rides him cowgirl. He fondles her tits through her bra before pulling her down and kissing her. This leaves her ass up in the air and the son wastes no time in taking advantage of the situation. I wish I had been thinking clearer earlier and instead of the money shot on her back, had filled her with my cum to use as additional lubrication. He eases into her ass, which has at least been opened up by my earlier thrusts. They establish a rhythm, moving in sync with each other. I sense her hitting her "hurry up and finish" mode which drives the men over the top and as they unload in her, she rides her own wave of bliss. They untangle and she snuggles up to me. It's time to leave. We are exhausted. We toss on our clothes, say our goodbyes and head back to the sanity that is our bungalow. How has this gotten so out of control? Vacation to Mexico Ch. 04 To the literary purists -- This is a short story specifically designed to fit on one page. As such, there is no character development and no witty dialogue. I am not writing the next great novel. To everyone else, I hope you enjoy. Recap of the story to here -- Husband and wife go on vacation to an all-inclusive resort in Mexico, where they happen to run into the wife's old flame. At this point, three nights of debauchery have ensued. * No alarm clock this morning. Blissful, exhausted sleep. Then the heat and the light pour through the sliding glass door and it's time to face the day. We throw on some loose fitting clothes, run a comb through our hair and head out for breakfast. My wife is not bubbly this morning, which is a relief, although her sullen attitude signals storm clouds on the horizon. We have a very nice omelet along with English muffins and a little bacon and sausage, along with the obligatory mimosa. The meal is eaten in almost complete silence. I finally broach the subject of what our day may hold and we talk briefly about options. I am shocked by the fact she is interested in the evening dinner cruise that is part of the resort package. Is she deserting her nightly trysts? We finish our food and head back to our bungalow. We decide to lounge around the pool before it gets too hot. We grab a couple of chaises, spread out towels and start to rub on sunblock. It's relaxing and rejuvenating as the warm sun toasts us as we lay on our backs. The waiter stops with frozen alcoholic specialties of some sort and we each take one. The frozen drinks create condensation on the outside of the plastic glasses which drips coldly onto our stomachs as we imbibe. We are finishing them as the waiter reappears with a different frozen libation, switching out our glasses. We decide it must be time to roll over and my wife rubs the lotion on my back, neck and the back of my legs. I return the favor and realize she wanted to go first since before I can start on her, she undoes her bikini top to expose her entire back. I appreciate the concept and vigorously rub the warm lotion on her back. We lounge awhile more, enjoying the sunshine. The waiter arrives again, with another concoction of a different color. I intentionally reach my glass across her to him, dripping the condensation across her back. Of course she sits up in surprise, revealing her bare tits and erect nipples to him. She quickly realizes and lays back down, turning her head to stare daggers at me. I chuckle to myself, fully aware I will pay for that at some time. We finish our drinks as the heat starts to overwhelm us and head back to our place. As my wife heads in to take a shower, I hear a tap at the door. I open it to find a very lovely, young housekeeper there. I immediately tent my swim trunks, invite her in and close the door behind her. Without any ceremony, I reach behind her, pull down the zipper on her uniform and drop it to the floor. I motion her over to the unmade bed, drop my trunks and drive my dick into her. It is raw lust on my part and I have no concern for her pleasure. I quickly finish, dumping my load into her hot little cunt as we hear the shower shut off. She scrambles to dress and leaves the room, knowing full well she will need to clean later. I make a mental note to increase her tip. I replace her in the shower, as I hear the whirr of the hair dryer. I take a leisurely shower knowing full well the time it takes for her to get ready for anything. I finish, towel off, run a comb through my hair, add a little deodorant, quick shave and cologne. I am completely dressed by the time she emerges from doing her hair. She dresses and we are ready for the rest of the day. We decide to hit the Tiki bar before the cruise. But before we leave the room, I need to ask her what is making her so crabby. Then it all comes clear. Our "companions" through the first three nights have a huge lifestyle event tonight and will be occupied. It's a relief to me, as it will take us out of the rut this trip has become and allow us some alone time. I remain stoic so as not express my inner joy. We head out for some cocktails. We arrive at the Tiki bar, starting to prep for the dinner cruise, find a couple seats at the packed bar and settle in. A couple drinks later and I feel the urge to relieve myself before boarding the cruise. As I return, I see my still grouchy wife dumping a drink in some guys face. I have never seen this happen before and hurry back to my chair to take whatever action is necessary if he doesn't retreat. The staff is quick to react and shuffles the soggy man out of the bar. It's time for the cruise and I escort my wife out to avoid making a bigger scene. We board the boat and mill around getting our bearings. We grab a drink and find a table. A DJ is playing loud dance beats and the deck seems to rumble to the music. As the dinner hour nears we are asked by another couple if they can share the table. We welcome them by saying we would enjoy the company. They are an average looking Asian couple, about ten years younger than us. The waiter appears and delivers the meal, fish and shrimp with a vegetable. It is a light and filling meal. We add some white wine and wait for the entertainment to begin. A host and hostess appear on stage and announce that this is an audience participation show. Conjecture starts at our table as to whether we will see a hypnotist, magician, mind reader, etc. The hosts then ask for volunteers for a wet t-shirt and wet shorts contest! After a certain amount of cajoling, they manage to get eight men and eight women to participate. They are part of the younger generation and proud of their bodies. The participants leave to prep for the contest. The women return first, with matching t-shirts and a variety of panties and thongs. Well, the t-shirts once matched, but now they have all been modified, some have been cropped, some are knotted under breasts, there are deep cut sides and deep vee necks. Significant hooting and hollering ensues as the women take a brief stroll on the stage. The host and hostess take spray bottles and begin to wet the women down. As they reach the middle of the group, one of the contestants grabs the bottle and does her best "Flashdance" impression, removing the top and pouring water on her chest and the remainder over her head. They now strike poses to impress the crowd and garner votes. The men are now escorted on stage by the hostess, who takes the liberty of fondling each man's package. They wear assorted boxers, briefs and a thong or two. They too are ceremoniously wet down and then they take the catwalk. The water exposes some serious bulges. The women are up first and the cooling off period while the men were featured has given rise to many erect nipples. Each contestant is escorted to the front of the stage by the host and is allowed to model. Some cup their breasts, some tweak their nipples, some shake their tits, while some just lean forward, exposing their chests. The vote is tallied by applause and the three finalists are selected. Up next, the men escorted by the hostess, who boldly strokes them before they pose for the crowd. The same voting process ensues and their three finalists are chosen as well. It appears to us that the voting is not based entirely on the wet shorts, but largely on the bodies as a whole. The men who are more ripped and tanned seem to get the most love from the crowd. At his point the obligatory "skin to win" chant starts and the women lose their t-shirts, revealing the little bit of what we couldn't make out through the sheer tops. There is something for every breast admirer, as we are presented with high, tight, smaller breasts, a set with large nipples and a pair that are large and slightly sagging. The men, not to be outdone, have lost their underwear and stand proudly sporting their erections. Again a mixed bag of phalluses, from thin and hard to thick and one particularly long, all nicely trimmed. The gauntlet has been thrown down and the women step out of their underwear and we see one shaved, one trimmed and one full bush. Applause again determines 1st, 2nd and 3rd place. The host and hostess congratulate the finalists, awarding the winners receive $200 each, second is $100 each and third receives $50. A couple bows and curtsies, some clothes gathering and the stage is empty. The waiter comes for last call as we are nearing the resort again and we order drinks. My wife excuses herself to the restroom. I make polite conversation with our tablemates, generally discussing the show we have seen. I start to think it is taking my wife a long time, but I realize how long the wait can be at the women's restroom. I quickly scan the direction she should be returning from and see her engaged in conversation with one of the male finalists. He is leaning in to whisper in her ear, with one hand cupping her ass and the other caressing her breast. I hear the engines slow as my wife returns to the table and takes a large gulp of her drink. We finish our drinks and say goodbye to the couple from dinner. As we disembark, I start to head back to our bungalow, but she insists we stop at the Tiki bar. I'm not sure we will be welcome after the earlier incident, but the night is still young. The crowd has thinned out and we find a booth, sitting across from each other. We order drinks, talking about the events on the cruise. Jokingly I suggest that they should have offered a bonus to the winners to have sex in front of the crowd. She responds by asking if she should have taken a bonus if she had participated. Flippantly I say "why not"? Just then the runner-up male from the cruise slides in beside her and kisses her full on the lips. She doesn't appear surprised and returns the kiss. Now it apparently is time to head back to the bungalow. We are no sooner inside than my wife starts to unbutton his shirt and run her hands over his chest. He starts to slide her dress off her shoulders as she fumbles with his belt and shorts. She shrugs her dress off, revealing her lace push up bra and matching panties as she slides his shorts to his ankles and he steps out of them. I now recognize him as the contestant with the thick cock. My wife signals me over, undoing my shorts with one hand while stroking him with the other. She now starts to fellate us both, alternating between us. I decide to take control of the situation, lift her to her feet, lead her to the bed and remove her panties, leaving her bra on. He follows along like an obedient little puppy. I slide into her pussy, beginning slowly, then increasing my strokes until she screams out an orgasm, while I release my load into her as she clamps down on my cock. I wilt, withdrawing, as he steps between her thighs and eases his substantial manhood into her. She clearly is not ready for his girth, since she swells considerably after an orgasm. He continues to press forward and eventually is buried in her sloppy slit. He begins to maul her tits through her bra as I feed her my cock for cleaning. She laps happily until she nears another orgasm and turns her attention to concentrate on her explosion. He drives deep into her and grunts out his satisfaction as she squirms beneath him and cums around his throbbing cock. My wife lays splayed out on the bed as the men retreat to the fridge and crack a couple Dos Equis. She is leaking copious amounts of fluid from her recent pounding. I realize that this stud, at least twenty years younger than us, will be ready to go again before I can. I am counting on the fact he will leave after the next round. He finishes his brew and wanders back to the bed, taking a moment to remove the bra. He kisses her chest before sucking her nipples into his mouth and rolling them around with his tongue. She responds with a sigh and squirming. He moves back between her legs and the entry this time is easier as she in full of lubrication, he has opened her up with his meat and she is not so swollen. He pounds into her with an urgency, but with every time after the first, it just takes longer. She wraps her legs around him and clamps her pussy muscles and he is done, unloading into her. He gives her a quick kiss, thanks her with "I hope we can do this again", dresses, shakes my hand and heads out the door. I snuggle up behind her, nestling my semi-erect cock between her ass cheeks. Eventually, she rolls and kisses me. I harden. I nudge her onto her back and insert my cock into her stretched, messy slit. I pin her arms above her head and move up to increase the contact on her clit. We slide easily together, finally climaxing together. I turn off the lights, as she starts to snore lightly.