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Why Stop at Cancun Ch. 01

By: dmwriter



After 26 years of marriage, I felt something was missing. It's not that I didn't still deeply love Julie, but things seemed to have become stale over the years. We met years ago in college when everything was new and exciting, and I fondly remember our sexual experimentation with each other, as well as occasional minor forays into light group sex (strip poker, skinny dipping, etc.) These group things were fun and pleasurable in themselves, but most often led to just the two of us later making wild passionate love in one of our dorm rooms. 

After our college days, we got married and fell into the rut of working, raising two kids, going to school functions, and socializing with neighbors and parents of other school kids. The weekend card party, cocktail parties, dinners out, and sporting events were the norm of the day. The weekend lake excursions to our friend's cottage offered some opportunities for occasional innocent flirtations. A nicely built mature woman in a small bikini can offer many an arousing glance of inner thigh, soft cleavage, and in the right leg-spread position (sometimes intentionally spread in my direction), a hint of the outline of an unfamiliar pussy through the tight, thin, unlined material of a bikini bottom. Julie knew this drove me wild, and in part to get even, (although more for her own pleasure), would show off likewise to other men and the occasional woman if she seemed unusually curious.

I should tell you that Julie has not lost much of her fabulous figure since the days we first met. Her large full breasts now sag only enough when she's nude that one can tell they are all natural, and her nipples stiffen just a much as ever when aroused by my touch (or by cold lake water). She is not shy about her assets, and wears tops to accentuate her cleavage, and if the occasion is right, will go braless which gives a bounce to her step that has turned a few heads over the years. Julie's other measurements are much the same as before...the small waist and full but firm ass gives her the figure more of a Marilyn Monroe rather than that of a runway model.

With the kids out of the house and Julie making good money working full time as a graphic designer, our vacation trips had increased in frequency and were mostly concentrated on the islands of the Caribbean. Following visits to Grand Bahama Island and Provo, we decided on a trip to Cancun (not an island, and I realize not even in the Caribbean). The beaches were great and the scenery was beautiful, and many areas tolerated and even encouraged women to go topless.

Julie finally did go topless in Cancun after a couple of days of sun bathing after seeing others do likewise, but she was not truly comfortable at first. To the surprise of both of us, only a couple of hours had gone by when she felt so uninhibited that she left her top lying on her towel and walked over with her purse to see what kind of silver a Mexican senorita was hawking on the beach near the shore. Along the way she passed several vacationers sitting in beach chairs, drawing the attention of several men who did nothing to masquerade their interest in her swaying boobs and bikini clad bottom. After the requisite amount of bartering with the silver merchant, a price was agreed to and Julie made her purchase. 

The walk on her return trip had the appearance of that runway model I spoke of before. Julie kept her head up high with her chest thrust out proudly, smiling cordially to and making direct eye contact with the other sun worshippers as she went. One young teenage girl who was relaxing with her parents motioned Julie to stop so she could see what she had bought. I could detect a few barely audible German phrases expressed by the girl. Due, I suppose to her European upbringing, she seemed as much at ease with Julie's partial nudity as she was with her own. Julie bent over, put her hands on her own knees, and allowed the girl to inspect and admire the silver necklace dangling from her neck. With the jewelry still lying against her open palm, the young girl turned to her parents and seemed to plead to them for one of her own. Just as I sensed the father was going to take the opportunity to move up for a closer inspection of both the necklace and of course Julie's pendulous breasts, the girl let go and Julie stood up, smiled, and left.

As Julie returned to our spot on the sand, she offered me a similar close-up view, gave me a passionate kiss, and put her moist lips close to my ear saying, "Thanks for helping me over come my shyness...I feel so free and at ease! I hope you didn't mind the young guys looking at me. They sure didn't seem to mind!" She finished her thought by easing the tip of her tongue ever so slightly into my ear. She backed away with a coy smile, knowing she had given me goose bumps with the tongue action. I wasn't so sure she knew her beach walk and playful lick also had made my cock grow. I didn't think an answer was necessary at that moment, and she stood up, went back to her chaise lounge, and laid down on her stomach. She turned her head in my direction, winked, and asked "Would you mind putting suntan lotion on the back of your almost-naked wife? Don't forget to take care of my bottom half while you're at it."

The remainder of the Cancun trip was spent alternating between beach and sun activities (sun tanning, body surfing, parasailing, snorkeling) and evening activities (dinners, drinking tequila at Senior Frogs, and wrestling between the sheets). Sounds great...and it was...but we wanted to expand our horizons.

Within a few months of returning to our Indiana home, my vacation web searching led me to look at the island of St. Martin, and even more specifically to Orient Beach, known as the French Riviera of the Caribbean. Total nudity was allowed on the beach, and the talk on the travel forums was it was a fantasy that had to be experienced. St. Martin quickly became my objective for our next trip.

Late one Saturday evening, we turned off the downstairs lights and took our glasses of wine up to the bedroom in preparation for having some fun. I knew this was the time to explore whether Julie was ready for such a nude adventure. Julie went into the bathroom to freshen up (it takes a little while since she likes all of her erogenous zones ready for caressing and kissing during love making), I lit a candle, pulled down the covers on the bed, retrieved the massage oil from the night stand, and got naked.

Julie came out of the bathroom and squealed with feigned delight seeing the mood I had set. I say feigned because after this many years of marriage, our non-verbal signals could easily be read by the other, and she knew pretty much what to expect. Tonight, though, there would be a little bit of a twist. After my own quick sponge bath, I returned to find Julie sprawled out naked on the bed face down waiting patiently for her favorite masseuse.

I straddled her round smooth backside with my knees, allowing my engorged penis to lay directly on the cleavage of her warm ass. I knew the back massage I was about to administer would allow me to slide my member forwards and backwards, almost as if getting a tit fuck

As the mood heated up for both of us, I began my inquiry. "Julie, do you remember the feeling you had when you went topless in Cancun?"

She softly replied, "My God yes. I was so scared at first to bare my breasts in front of all those people, but before long it seemed so natural and exciting. You wouldn't believe all the fantasies I had about the lovely men and women around us on the beach."

"I guess you never shared those fantasies with me," I said, "but it doesn't surprise me that you were turned on considering your nipples stayed erect most of the time. Did you realize the area of your bikini between your legs never really dried due to the moisture of your juices?" By this time I had moved backwards to massage one leg, putting my genitals up against her left foot. As a way to emphasize my last comment, I playfully spread apart her upper thighs and ran my finger along her moist slit.

"Oh, give me a break...that's not really true and you know it!" she retorted. "But you are right about me being aroused much of the time. I noticed you suffered from a similar condition, what with all the young eye candy parading around."

It was now or never, so I cautiously began, "You are right. I was much less erect coming out of the cold surf than going in. What would you think if we were both allowed to go totally naked on the beach rather than you just being topless?"

By this time I was done with kneading her legs and buttocks, so I swung my right leg over to her left side and gently encouraged her to roll over onto her back. My penis was rock hard at this point, and Julie gently took it in her right hand and waited for me to apply some lotion to her warm palm. I didn't disappoint her, and as I squeezed out a little of the oil onto her chest, she began to slowly move her slippery hand up and down my shaft. It took all my concentration to put my pleasure in the back of my mind while I listened to her response. I began to lightly rub her breasts and nipples.

"I think it would be very stimulating and exciting to remove the rest of my suit," she revealed, "but I don't believe it's allowed on Cancun. I never saw anyone else totally nude, did you?"

I got the response I wanted and now it was time for the trump card. "My dear, you are correct. Cancun does not allow total nudity on their public beaches, but they do on the island of St. Martin." My own slippery fingers of my right hand were now between her slightly spread thighs, caressing her clit.

The sudden realization that her fantasy could be played out must have caused her hand to tighten around my throbbing dick, and I had to quickly stop her from pumping me to orgasm. I placed my own hand firmly on hers whispering, "Easy, easy. Not like this. I want to enter you first."

I climbed on board, easily entered her warm moist vagina, and as I began to slowly pump, I put my face down to hers, kissed her tenderly, and asked, "What do you think? Shall we go to the next level? Take the next step to fulfill both our fantasies?"

Julie has seldom reached a state of orgasmic bliss as quickly as she did that night. I could feel the pulsations of her vagina squeeze my penis as she reached her climax. She dug her finger tips into my back and nearly screamed, "Yes, yes, I want to get totally naked!" She began to pant so heavily that she could hardly talk. "I have dreamt of doing just that ever since we left Cancun, but I didn't say anything because I thought you would think of me being too brazen." She again struggled for a breath, "Let's go as soon as possible! I love you so much!"

With those words of encouragement, I shot a load into her with such force that, if I been masturbating, my spunk would have gone clear across the room and stuck on the wall!

End of Chapter 1

Why Stop at Cancun Ch. 02



The decision was made and now it was up to me to make our travel arrangements to the unique Caribbean island of St. Martin. By way of some extensive web surfing, I discovered that the island is actually split between the Dutch and the French. The Dutch own the south part of the island which has the largest natural bay and is now where all the cruise ships dock. It also has the main airport for the island, having the airport designation of SXM. The Dutch side has most of the high rise resorts and hotels, and all of the gambling casinos.

I learned that the French side in the north part of the island is much more laid back than its adjoining neighbor. The French section has the reputation of being the home to numerous small 5-star restaurants, most featuring French cuisine of course. It also is the home of Orient Beach, a surfside paradise widely known for its European tolerance for public nudity. That was the attraction that would take my wife Julie and I there on our next vacation.

"Julie," I called out from my home computer one Sunday morning, "please come here for a second. We've got a few choices to make for our next trip and I want you to be comfortable with our arrangements."

I had the home page open for OrientBeach.com as she came in from the sun room. "It looks like there are several small resorts along Orient Beach, and there is one nudist resort located at the south end. Do you think you would rather be with the experienced nudist crowd, or stay elsewhere along the beach where you can ease into the nude scene at your own leisure?" 

I'll remind you of Julie's recent erotic experience in Cancun, where she went topless for the first time since her college days and discovered she loved it. With a little of my encouragement, we had decided to seek out a vacation spot where we could sunbathe in the nude without being worried about breaking any laws.

Without looking at the screen very long, Julie replied, "I trust your judgment about going to Orient Beach, but I don't think I'm quite ready to be totally immersed in the nude scene so quickly. I'm just a sweet innocent novice you know." With that she opened the front of her flimsy robe and demurely flashed her large breasts and trimmed pubis in my direction. Releasing her garment but not tying it closed, Julie came close and kissed me passionately while at the same time reached down and gave my penis a loving squeeze.

"I will take that as a vote of confidence," I said. "I have been looking at a small resort right on the beach called L'Hoste, and I guess I'll reserve a beach front suite for the two of us in early February. Consider it your birthday present."

Julie stood up and quipped, "Why is it you always get me something for my birthday that you want too? Maybe I should go on this trip by myself!" She twirled and as she walked away she pulled her robe aside so I could see her ass. I knew she was smiling from ear to ear thinking of the adventure to come.

The following weeks seem to drag by ever so slowly. Julie kept in the mood by shopping at the mall for some new tropical weight clothes and used the internet to order a couple of pareo cover-ups for the beach and a couple of sexy baby dolls for late night wear. She also began working on her all-over tan at the local salon. I too signed up for several tanning sessions since I didn't want to accidentally get anything burned in the hot tropical sun that was not used to seeing the light of day.

It seemed like a dream come true as our flight from Chicago approached the SXM runway, flying so low over the beach that I could see the tourists (I thought I saw at least one young lady topless) through my window as they braced themselves for the backwash of the jumbo jet flying just over their heads. I found out later the local custom was to stop by the Sunset Beach Bar (topless ladies drink free) located next to the runway, have a couple of drinks, then go out on the beach and get blasted by the jet engines as they roared just above them.

I turned to my wife as the seat belt light went off and said, "Can you believe we're really here? This should be one spectacular week...one we won't forget for a long time!"

More like a bubbly teenager than a mature woman in her 40's, Julie excitedly said, "I feel like a giddy school girl about to go on her first date. I'm going to stop at the first women's restroom I see and get out of my bra and panties. I hear it's illegal to wear them on this island." She finished her little come-on with her now familiar wink and smile.

After Julie's quick change of apparel, our rental car driver Marcus met us at the departure gate. My wife was now sporting a short skirt and tight white tee...I could only wonder for now whether she had totally followed through with her previous plan. Marcus took our bags, put them in the trunk, then motioned for Julie to sit in the front with him so he could better explain the vehicle controls. He held the door open for her, and not wanting to waste time getting into the island mood, Julie hiked up her skirt and not so lady-like, spread her legs wide apart as she swung down into the bucket seat. The wide open eyes and wide smile of our driver provided the answer to my question. After pulling the shoulder belt tightly between her unfettered breasts, we were off.

We dropped Marcus off at the rental car office where we got directions to Orient Beach. It was only about 30 minutes away, and fortunately cars drove on the right hand side of the road just like back home. The roads were rather narrow and the locals (especially those with small motor scooters) drove like maniacs. We soon arrived at our destination.

As we walked up to the registration desk of L'Hoste, we heard some splashing and people laughing and yelling. Julie said, "Let's go see what's happening...it sounds like a party!" Before I could stop her, she put down her bags and darted past the bushes in the direction of all the noise. I decided to let her have her fun and continued on to the desk but now with twice the luggage.

The young lady that checked us in was obviously French and was quite attractive. She introduced herself as Monique, and I couldn't help noticing that she filled out her top almost to overflowing. She spoke English well enough to inform me of all the amenities, and gave me two keys.

"If there is anything you and your traveling companion desire while you are here, don't hesitate to ask," Monique said with her sensual accent. "I mean it when I say, anything!"

Just then Julie came running up wide eyed explaining, "The crowd down at the pool was playing pool volleyball, and they invited us to join them as soon as we check in and change our clothes. That shouldn't take us too long since they were all naked as the day they were born!"

We eventually found our suite and were not at all disappointed with the digs. I got my bathing suit out of the suitcase, but Julie ignored her suit and after stripping down, simply put on her pareo and grabbed a towel. I instinctively slipped on my trunks and we left the room for the pool.

I could tell from the way her hand was trembling slightly in mine that Julie now realized she would be experiencing momentarily what she had only fantasized about for the last few weeks. Just before getting to the bushes that separated us from the frolicking group nearby, she halted and looked over at me with a worried look and pouting lower lip.

"I think this might be too much too soon. Sam, would you mind if I went back up and put my bikini bottom on at least for now?"

"Not at all, dear" I replied. "I'll wait for you right here."

I gave her the key to the room, and before I know it Julie returned, still in her wrap, but now showing a hint of blue from her bikini bottom.

"Alright, let's go" she said. "I hope they will still let us join them for a while even if we're over dressed!"

We got our first lesson in social nudity when we emerged from the passage through the bushes. Even though the three guys and their female partners were all nude, they did not mind or care if we were not. Throughout the week we found that true nudists did not mind others (Textiles as they were called) wearing clothes as long as the non-participants did not ogle or judge them and/or their flaws. We soon discovered there were very few of either sex that could claim to be without imperfections!

As we soon found out, all six of them were in their late twenties, unmarried (although two of the couples were engaged), and had been coming to this same place on Orient Beach for the last 5 years. They did not seem to mind that the two of us were not much younger than their parents.

After hitting the volley ball around for just a little while, we all got out of the pool, selected a round glass-top table large enough for all eight of us, and ordered drinks. This is when we learned out second lesson for acceptance in the world of the naked...always have your beach towel handy to sit on when your buns are exposed. Steve, Brad, and Jon all folded up their towels and placed them on their chairs before sitting. Monica, Bobbi, and Sue all wrapped their towels around their waists and sat. They seemed to be comfortable having their breasts exposed (I know I was okay with it), and Julie followed suit with what seemed just as much ease.

"Thanks for inviting us to join your group," I said after finishing my drink. "This is our first time to St. Martin, and frankly you were our initiation into being around naked people. When we get used to the scene, I'm sure we'll 'Do as the Romans do!' as they say." I continued, "Julie and I haven't eaten much since breakfast, so I guess we'll head out to the beach bar for some dinner. I'm sure we'll see more of you later!"

"There's not much more of us you can see, " Monica gleefully replied. The rest of the group laughed at her quip realizing she was quite correct.

As the guys politely rose when Julie stood up she countered, "You hunks can get up for me any time you like!" The double meaning prompted another round of guffaws, and perhaps it was only my imagination, but a quick glance revealed all three of the guys members seemed to stiffen slightly from her remark.

Bobbi noticed it also, and playfully patted Brad's enlarged penis saying, "Down, boy. You haven't been invited just yet! For now, you'll have to settle for my goodies."

A round of social hugs and cheek kisses followed that normally would not cause us to think twice, but the inevitable touching of various body parts gave the proceedings a somewhat different aura.

We changed clothes back in the room and went to the Bikini Beach Bar, one of many quaint hangouts along the beach. All through dinner, Bobbi's last words ran through my mind. What did she mean by "..not having been invited...yet?? Julie might have been wondering the same thing, but we feel asleep exhausted that night without talking about what erotic adventures may be waiting for us over the next few days.

End of Chapter 2



Why Stop at Cancun Ch. 03



We have always been morning people, so it was not unusual when we stirred at 7 AM the morning after we arrived on the island of St. Martin. We have slept in the nude for as long as I can remember, and as I rolled over to spoon with Julie, my morning wood only further punctuated the excitement of the moment.

"What's the matter Sam, can't you sleep?" she quietly joked while reaching behind her and briefly massaging the head of my penis before placing my hardness between her upper thighs. "It doesn't feel like you had a wet dream after talking to all those busty chicks down at the pool last night. Serves you right to have to suffer a little longer."

With a few short reverse thrusts of her hips, her warm thighs stroked my dick, after which she opened her legs enough to let me slide out and then she rolled over to face me. We kissed each other lightly while we both explored the warmness of the other's body. Her soft manipulations were bringing me near ejaculation when she suddenly threw off the bed covers, sat upright, and said, "Let's go take a walk on the beach!"

"My God!" I groaned. "You must get great pleasure getting me hot then pouring ice water all over me. Why don't you suck me off first then I'll gladly go...pleeeze!"

"I've got you right where I want you. Be a good boy today, and later I'll squeeze every drop out of you and swallow it all", she teased. "And quit stroking your prick before you get the sheets all nasty. I'll have to tell Monique downstairs that you got her linens soiled and she might have to give your sweet ass a hard spanking!"

Julie was getting every ounce of fun out of this situation, and I could tell my complaints would do me no good. I reluctantly arose from the bed, and while Julie was in the bathroom peeing and washing the sleep from her face, I put on my blue trunks, white tee, and my sandals. We traded places and when I returned to the bedroom, Julie had put on her yellow one-piece lycra suit. It was actually one of my favorites for it was tight and really had no linings in the top or bottom. Her camel toe was in full bloom, and the sight of it made the blood again flow to my groin.

We grabbed a couple of towels and the room key as we left our room and started down the stairs and along the path to the beach that was no more that 100 feet away. The morning sky was clear blue, the temperature was warm, and the sea breezes blew just enough to make it very comfortable. We took off our sandals, set them on one of the beach lounges that were being set up for the day, and turned to the right to walk the beach heading south. This turned out to be a significant decision.

We had not gone more that a hundred feet or so when we noticed a couple in the distance approaching us walking hand in hand, wearing hats to keep the warming sun off their heads, but wearing nothing else! As they got closer I guessed their ages to be around 60 or so, and though they had lost their youthful figures, both exhibited signs that they were no strangers to their nearest health gym. I told myself to keep looking them in the eyes and not to act surprised or get caught gawking like a school boy. I could tell from Julie's tightened grip that she must have been thinking the same thing.

"Top of the morning to you," the graying man said with a big smile looking at us directly and not exhibiting the least amount of modesty. The stately woman with him , his wife presumably, likewise exchanged pleasantries and passed with no more thought than if we were on a city sidewalk all dressed in our Sunday's finest.

"Sounded like they might have been British, eh?" I looked over at Julie and continued, "Did they look like they were missing something?"

Julie laughed quietly so as not to offend the two senior citizens and answered, "Yes, I do believe they forgot to put on their sunglasses!"

I laughed back at her, but I began to realize we were certainly "not in Kansas any more" as Dorothy would say. I also started to feel slightly over-dressed, you know, kind of like when you show up in a suit and tie and everyone else is wearing jeans!

We had just got our composure back and started our walk again when we spied two young ladies approaching us wearing the obligatory sun hats and glasses and again nothing else. They both had large breasts and from the way they bounced as they walked, I could tell they were all natural. From a distance it looked like one had a small patch of pubic hair remaining while the other seemed to be totally smooth. There was hardly a hint of any tan lines on either one. It must have been the glasses that threw us off, for it wasn't' until they were almost to us when I recognized them.

"Hi Monica...Hi Bobbi!," I said enthusiastically but acting as casually as one can when confronted by two gorgeous naked women in the morning light on a white sandy beach. "Remember us, Julie and Sam from the pool last night?"

"Oh my gosh, it is you," Bobbi said. "How are you two doing? How do you like the beach?" Being near Julie, Bobbi leaned over slightly and gave her a mini-hug of recognition.

Julie, was bubbly in her response, "We love the sand and water, but we were just wondering if we came a little too formally dressed. Everyone we've seen so far must have gone to the same tailor."

"Oh, you'll get accustomed to it in a jiffy," Monica chimed in. "It's just like jumping into a swimming pool...after the initial shock, you get used to it in no time. What do you think...no time like the present to join in with the rest of us!"

Without giving us a chance to argue, the girls took our towels and encouraged us to disrobe right in front of them. I was totally nude when Monica blurted out, "Oh my goodness Julie, you've got yourself a rather large boy toy there from what I can see. It would have been a crime to keep that covered for any longer!"

Julie might have chosen to just remove the top of her bikini at this point if she had been wearing one, and part of her probably felt she should have selected one to wear when we left the room earlier. She gingerly pulled the straps from her shoulders and pulled the top of her suit over her puffy nipples and down to her waist. It was a futile attempt to try to stop there as the girls both grabbed a strap and helped her pull the rest of the suit down to her ankles. I couldn't help but notice that neither of them was bashful when inspecting Julie's slit as it came into view just inches from their eyes.

The two younger ladies laughed and clapped their hands in approval as we became initiated into the "club". We turned towards the nearby beach chairs when we heard and saw another couple, whom we had totally missed seeing up to this point, loudly cheer our sudden nudity. They were Textiles, I noticed, but we did not mind in the least.

"By the way, where are the guys and Sue?" I asked.

"They all got up early and went scuba diving. They had to be at Anse Marcel harbor on the other side of the island at 6:30 this morning." Bobbi said. "They won't be back to Orient until way after lunch, so Monica and I thought we would have some fun of our own. Do you two want to keep us company?"

Before I could catch my breath and wondering if I would get a sudden morning beach woodie after hearing the offer, Julie piped up. "We'd love to have you two show us the ropes and help us get acquainted with the island, wouldn't we Sam?" All three looked in my direction where I was trying to demurely cover my growing member from their amused gazes. "The lovely hills and warm valleys look especially inviting!"

"Sure, sure that would be great!" I handed my trunks and towel to Monica who was closest to me and pleaded, "Here, will you hold my stuff for a second while I take a quick dip in the surf to cool off?"

I could hear the giggling behind me as I ran to the cold water in an attempt to chill ole Stiffy down a little. After only a few seconds, I felt close to normal and waded back out toward the girls.

"I see it only helped a little bit," Bobbi smiled. "But we like you just the way you are. We don't judge, and hopefully you won't judge us." With this Bobbi and Monica moved closer to each other and proudly stood with an exaggerated "chest out" pose. Julie couldn't help but join in the pose, and she certainly held her own!

The four of us continued our morning walk in our original direction, with me more often than not hanging behind where I had the best view. The girls would often stop and bend over looking for sea shells, intentionally giving me my favorite view of a woman's body...their upper thighs, smooth rounded asses and a hint of soft pussy lips. We passed a number of additional nude walkers of all ages and shapes, but now we felt like we were part of the family so to speak. Some addressed us in French, some in languages that I could only guess at, but all were very friendly. We found out later that many of them had started their walk at the nude resort at the south end of Orient, strolling the beach for about a mile and then turning around and heading back from whence they began.

We all got back to our own stretch of the beach (called Bikini Beach) where Monica and Bobbi had left their bikinis on a chair near where we had. It was a little past 8 AM so we put on our suits and walked up the path to our morning breakfast in the open air cabana. The meal was included in our trip package, and the strong hot coffee, fresh fruit, croissants, eggs and bacon hit the spot after all the exercise and fresh salty air.

"I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm ready to get some serious rays," Bobbi announced as we were finishing our last cup of java. "Monica, let's go back to the room, take care of our nature calls, grab our stuff, and meet Sam and Julie out front on the beach. Whoever gets there first needs to save a couple of spots for the other two."

Julie and I agreed, and we went back to our room. As soon as I closed the door behind me, Julie grabbed me around the neck and gave me a big wet passionate kiss. Reaching down the front of my suit, she eagerly put her hand around the head of my dick and said, "Let's see where this whole thing takes us and we'll do whatever feels good. This is a chance for both of us to walk on the wild side, an opportunity that we may not get again. Whatever happens I know I love you and I know you love me even if this (she squeezes my swelling member) wants to explore some new territory."

I kissed her back with a force and emotion that hasn't been there in quite a while. I wondered what Julie was anticipating, and the thought of her and I being with another woman (not to mention two) made me tremble. I was now glad that Julie had not given in to my plea earlier that morning to be sucked dry. I wanted to have my full sexual strength for what might lay ahead.

We gathered our beach items (towels, hats, sandals, lotion, sunglasses, cash, etc) and put them in a carry bag. Looking at each other holding our bathing suits, we shrugged our shoulders and threw them in the bag with the rest of the stuff instead of putting them on. This was no time for false modesty.

We locked the door behind us, threw the key in the bag, and headed hand in hand down the exterior stairway. We met Monique on the path leading to the beach dressed in a thong and see-through top. "Wow! You two look great. It didn't take you long to get with the program."

Looking a little worried as she matter-of-factly inspected our genital areas, she warned, "Use plenty of sun screen on your privates or you'll be sorry later tonight. Have fun...I'm sure I'll see you later since I'm scheduled to serve drinks to the guests on the beach today. I'm also known to have a great technique for applying lotion to my patrons that tip well! With a big smile and slight chuckle she walked away swaying her hips seductively.

End of Chapter 3



Why Stop at Cancun Ch. 04



It was about 10 AM when Julie and I got down to the beach in front of LaPlaya beach bar. This bar seemed to be part of our small resort, or at least they provided some of the amenities for them. The young heavily-tanned beach attendant approached us with a friendly smile, "Bonjour, monsieur et madame. Good morning," he repeated in English smattered with a undeniable French accent, "My name is Jason, and I am here to serve you in all ways. May I see your hotel pass?"

Jason lightly kissed Julie's hand as he made us feel welcomed, and did not seem distracted by her nudity nearly as much as she was by his. "Oui, oui" she answered, "although I don't mean that in the physical way." She remained entranced by his large uncircumcised member, and added, "You are anything but wee I can assure you."

"Madame is too kind, and talk like that might get her extra good service, that is if your boy friend doesn't mind." He glanced at me coyly knowing his teasing was all in good fun and just part of his repertoire. 

"Seems like you Frenchmen have a well deserved reputation," I said without correcting the part of only being the boy friend. "This is Julie and I am Sam, and we are meeting two young ladies here and we want to lounge together...maybe you know them, Bobbi and Monica?"

"Oui, oui, monsieur. And two most lovely women they are, their beauty and charms only exceeded by Ms Julie here beside you. They came down just a few minute ago, and I have already put towels on two chairs just in front of them for you." He pointed in their direction and we easily recognized them as they were stretched out about 30 feet from the water as the waves broke onto the clean white sand.

Jason continued with his introduction, "May I bring you something cool to drink? The sun is starting to get very warm."

"Please bring rum punches for the four of us," I said, "but I thought Monique would be serving on the beach?"

"You have a clear eye for beauty and talent, and indeed she will be helping me after lunch. Enjoy our beach and I will bring drinks down in a few moments." Jason turned back to the bar as Julie's admired his taut buns, and we went off in the direction of the girls.

The beach was a half to two thirds full by this time, so it was wise we had planned ahead. The two beach chairs Jason had picked out for us were directly between the girls chairs and the surf, with the four of us next to a large umbrella and table.

"Hi guys, I see you found us and the chairs the boy saved for you!" Bobbi said. "Julie, what did you think of Jason, or as we like to call him, Mr. Big? She and Monica both giggled like school girls.

Julie but her bag and wrap on the table, stood at the foot of Bobbi's lounge with legs slightly spread as if to stabilize herself, and began to pull her hair back. "Jason is very friendly and easy with the compliments, but I have no idea of what you're talking about...Mr. Big?" This mock denial of the obvious resulted in another round of laughter among the three of them.

"Hey Sam," Monica flirtatiously chimed in when she saw I wasn't really laughing, "don't look so concerned...we've already have a nickname for you too...Volcano! We can already see how much you stick up, but we're only guessing about your gushing flow!"

The gals erupted in a third round of tittering, when Julie added, "A well chosen name, I can assure you!"

We were getting a few quizzical looks from those around us, so Julie and I positioned the chairs so they were lying flat and we spread out our heavy towels. I laid down on my stomach, and when I was comfortable, turned to Julie and called out, "Hey, could you put some lotion on my back?"

Without hesitation, Bobbi jumped out of her chair and quickly volunteered. "Please, allow me to do the honors. Back home I do in-house massages, and I've got quite a reputation around town." She took the bottle of suntan lotion from a rather surprised Julie, and came over to the side of my chair.

The deep back rub application of the solar protection felt great, but the word heavenly came to mind as she continued rubbing the slippery cream on my calves, then up to the backs of my spread thighs and finally on my tight buttocks. I swore I felt her fingertip lightly brush my scrotum and anus with the cream, although it might have been my imagination.

Her brazen behavior seemed to go mostly unnoticed by the others, but it prompted me to say somewhat softly, "I bet you do have a reputation back home!"

Bobbi bent over and kissed my ear and whispered, "You should see me at work in private, Volcano...I'd have your lava flowing in no time."

She stood up and motioned to her friend with the bottle, "Okay, I'm done with Sam. Here Monica, you do Julie. We don't want any of their parts to burn, now do we?"

I had lifted my head to watch as Monica enthusiastically raised herself to a sitting position and took the bottle. With her legs straddling the chair, her bald pussy lips were spread open widely as she inched forward to get her body over her feet so she could stand. She smiled at me as she stayed in that revealing pose for a few extra seconds to give me a longer peek. 

Julie offered no resistance to Monica's small hands as she applied lotion all over her backside. She had positioned herself on my side of Julie's chair, so I was treated to the erotic sight of her ass and pussy as she kept her legs spread bending over her subject. I could see Julie also spread her legs as Monica applied cream to the inside of her thighs and nether regions.

As if waiting for the show to stop, Jason arrived with cold drinks just as Monica was finished with her work. The girls were delighted with the refreshments, and as I signed for them, I told Jason to keep them coming. Getting a little rum in these girls would be like fanning a small fire, and they were hot already!

After about 15 minutes, Bobbi called over to me, "Hey Volcano, how about returning the favor and oil me up. I've been on my stomach long enough and need to turn."

My cock had settled down after the teasing with the cream and all, but now he was coming back to life as I realized I would be applying the lotion to Bobbi's front side I pushed myself up to a standing position while being well aware of my excitement. I reached over for our cream when Bobbi yelled out, "Use this tanning oil I've got here. It's what Monica put on my back earlier."

After unsuccessfully trying to hide my rising passion by bending over, I felt my courage return and stood tall as I walked to her chair. "Put plenty of oil on, and don't miss any spots when you rub it in with those big strong hands of yours." I looked down on her gorgeous nakedness and only wished we were in someplace less public.

"I want to watch this!" Julie said as she looked up from her prone position. "Sam, you better do it right or you'll be in trouble."

"Why don't you take your own advice and come her and do me?" Monica was ready to turn over as well, and thought the time was right to get us both hot and bothered.

We both took our time oiling up the two young nude women, although we had to be somewhat discrete with others around. Our neighbors on the beach were all adults, and the guys seemed more interested in the "show" than the women although no one complained.


I could tell Bobbi's heart and breathing rates were increasing, and her moans were getting loud enough to be heard by others. I decided to take a chance. "Why don't we gather up our stuff and finish this massage in our room? Don't know about you, but I'm about ready to erupt!"

With three assenting votes, we all grabbed our belongings and almost ran back to the resort. As we passed Jason, I paused and said, "See you in a couple of hours!" 



Why Stop at Cancun Ch. 05



I had this giddy erotic feeling that I was 18 again following three naked women as we walked quickly from the beach up to the room Julie and I had checked in just yesterday. I carried my towel in front of me to hide my erection which had come to life after giving Bobbi a frontal application of sun oil just a few minutes earlier.

I called up ahead as I was watching their lovely asses sway with each step, "Hey girls, we have a rather large shower in our room...why don't we go there and wash off the sand and oil. I'll be glad to offer my services at no extra cost!"

"I bet you would," my wife Julie replied. "If you soap up one of us though, you have to do us all."

Bobbi, Monica, and Julie arrived at our door before me and gathered around the entrance with their arms over each others shoulders and standing hip to hip facing me at I approached. As I searched for the room key in our beach bag, Monica took my towel from my loose grasp as if to help, but mostly she just wanted to get to my hardness.

"Put it in the right hole Sam," she grinned as she put her right hand to her pussy and spread her lips slightly. "You can put anything in here you want except that key!"

I couldn't help accept her invitation, handing the key to Julie while I put my left hand over Monica's and let my middle finger explore her warm moist slit. I took my other hand and put it around the back of Bobbi's neck and smothered her with a deep kiss. She began to fondle my balls since Monica already had a grip on my shaft with her left hand.

"Slow down you three," Julie said as she pushed us away from the key hole trying to get into the privacy of the room. "We're still outside on the landing, and besides, I'm starting to feel left out."

The door to our room suddenly opened bringing me back somewhat in the reality of the moment. We all rushed inside and closed the door behind us. "I need to pee before we shower," Julie announced. Before I could say obligingly that I could wait, the other two girls shouted "Me too!" almost at the same time.

I let the three of them head off to the bathroom while I cleared up our mess from the night before and pulled down the covers to our king-size bed. I could hear the unmistakeable sound of a woman pissing and then I think Bobbi said, "Oh don't bother wiping your sweet puss...we're going to jump right into the shower anyway."

I heard the shower heads start flowing, as the shower was a huge walk-in type with heads at both ends and no door. I soon hear Julie say, "Okay Sam, we're done. It's your turn!"

I entered the bathroom and was awed by the sight of three lovely naked women in the shower in full view. I realized not only were they in my full view, but I was likewise fully exposed as I stood in front of the toilet.

"Go on, take a leak, Bobbi blurted out. "To be honest, I've never watched a man pee."

"To be honest myself," Monica added, "I've always wanted to help a man pee." She walked out of the shower still warm and dripping, came around to my back, reached around, and took my cock in her hand and aimed at the bowl. "Just pretend I'm a fireman, you're the fire truck, and we're going to put out that big fire down there with this huge fire hose. Let 'er rip!"

This got Julie and Bobbi laughing up a storm, while I put both hands up and behind my head allowing my attractive assistant to point my stream of piss all around the bowl. When I was done, I had to stop her from immediately returning to the shower.

"Now you have to finish the job. Take my hose between your thumb and your forefinger and lightly squeeze and pull forward to drain the last drops." She followed my instruction to the letter, after which I said, "Now, give it several shakes."

"You shake it yourself, buddy. I'm getting cold." She ran back to the warmth of the shower as the other girls hooted and applauded Monica's performance.

I did as I was told then reached over and flushed then entered what looked like Eden. Julie gave me a long kiss as she pulled me under one of the shower heads. I pulled her close, putting my hands on her ass cheeks and pulled her pelvis into my hardness.

"Hey, Sam, remember you promised to lather me up," Bobbi interrupted. "Since there are no wash cloths, you'll have to use the bar of soap and your hands. Julie, you don't mind if I trade partners for a little bit of fun, do you?"

Monica and I exchanged places, although not without her copping a feel as she went by to Julie's side. I took one of the bars of soap and told Bobbi, "Put your hands up against the shower wall, spread your legs, and arch your back." She also did as she was told, and without wasting time, I took the soap in hand lathered it up under the warm water, and ran it up and down the inside of her legs, around her ass, and in her crotch making sure everything was soapy. I then put the soap back in the dish, and began stroking her silky smooth skin, taking my time stroking her anus and deep folds of her pussy. 

"My God, that feels good...please don't stop, don't stop!" I could tell that Bobbi was in pure ecstasy, and it didn't bother me keep stroking. I began to ease my slick finger up into her warm pussy, and using the same hand, began to ease just the tip of my soapy thumb into her anus. My other hand was softly washing and fondling her ample breasts.

Bobbi seemed like she was in a world of her own as she reached one hand down to her clit and began to rub her little love button. I could feel her whole body stiffen as her vaginal and anal muscles contracted in orgasm around my probing fingers. From somewhere deep in her throat, a cat-like purring moan began to flow from between her clenched teeth. "Ooooohhh you do that so well. I feel so weak I could almost faint."

I eased my hand away from her pelvis, holding her from behind just below her heaving breasts. I backed up so the stream of water was flowing over both of us, and Bobbi reached around behind her with the small bar of soap and began to slowly stoke my hardening penis. We looked over to Julie and Monica whom we had been ignoring. They obviously had not be ignoring each other, for they too were both covered with soap suds and they were fondling each other's pussy as they tenderly kissed each other, though I could see without any tongue action.

Julie glanced over at me with a smile that turned up the ends of her mouth ever so slightly, but it was her eyes that caught my attention. Her pupils were dilated, and her eyes were rolled upwards that gave her a look of being in a state of pure bliss. The tip of her tongue was darting in and out of her lips, giving me the feeling that she either wanted to go down on Monica or the reverse (or come to think about it, probably both).

Bobbi brought me back to matters at hand by saying, "Now it's your turn to get cleaned up...back up against the wall with your hands behind you."

She took the soap in her right hand and slowly lathered up my torso, arms, and legs. She took extra time with my balls and ass, even fingering my ass hole for several seconds. It wasn't until she began to stroke my 8" rock-hard cock with her soapy hands that I knew I wasn't going to be able to hold back. She brought me to the brink several times, but I asked her to stop each time so I could prolong the intense feeling. By this time the two girls at the other side were watching us.

"Okay, let's see how powerful this volcano really is," said Bobbi as she began to pump my slippery dick in earnest. As she did this she was pointing my purple head up and towards Monica.

"I'm, I'm, coming you horny bitch! Keep pumping .." Bobbi could feel the spasms of my orgasm, and stood aside to take more careful aim at her girl friend. Since Julie had not let me come over the last few days, I guess the volume and pressure of my ejaculate peaked, sending the first wad about 5 ft. through the air landing squarely on Monicas bald pussy. I was amazed, though not as much as Bobbi as she yelled, "Bullseye!"

Bobbi didn't wait long for her next move, as she knelt down quickly and took the next two smaller shots in her mouth. She then pulled her "toy" over to the small shower spray to wash off the soap, and then proceeded to suck me even drier. This also had the effect of keeping me semi-hard, and I knew I would be ready for more in just a short time.

Julie didn't wait long either, as she moved down in front of Monica and began to suck off the wad of spunk. Being this close and not wanting to lose the opportunity, Julie pressed apart the lips directly in front of her face and began to lick. This move surprised Monica, for she yelped and panted out loudly, "That's it baby, eat me, lick me, have your way with me!" Monica then put both hands on the back of her head and pushed Julie's mouth even harder onto her swollen lips as she spread her legs apart and basically used Julie's mouth and tongue as she might a vibrator or dildo. It didn't take long before she was near orgasm and Monica lifted one leg and partially held it with her hand behind her knee and partly by resting her foot on Julie's shoulder. This allowed for deeper tongue action which took this panting hottie right over the edge, letting out a scream that might have been misinterpreted by next door neighbors if they had been in their room.

The mood seemed to be somewhat somber now, exhaustion having set in. As we began to rinse off the soap and bodily fluids, Julie suddenly piped up, "Hey, we're not done yet. One of us has yet to have HER first orgasm, and I think you can make a wild guess about who that somebody might be."

Monica helped her rinse off saying, "We're saving you for dessert little lady." Kind of like saving the best for last," added Bobbi. "You didn't think we'd let you miss any of the fun, did you?" I chided in.

The showers were turned off, and everyone grabbed a towel to dry off with and the four of us headed into the bedroom.

End of Chapter 5



Why Stop at Cancun Ch. 06



I had previously stripped back the top covers, leaving the bottom sheet exposed. Monica, Bobbi and I stopped at the edge and directed my wife Julie to got on the bed and lay on her stomach. The sexual tension in the air was high as we joined her, I at her feet and the two naked girls on either side. I took Julie's heels in my hands and slowly spread apart her legs until there was room enough for me to kneel between her smooth thighs. This exposed the bottom of her furry slit and just a hint of her anus as I began to knead her nicely rounded ass cheeks.

We would start with a full body massage...not that we had it planned, but it just seemed natural with Julie laying naked in front of us. I motioned to Monica, "Reach over in the top drawer of the night stand and get the massage oil...I think we're going to need it."

Monica retrieved the bottle of oil we had brought with us from home, never thinking we would be sharing it with others. She handed me the container then turned back around to retrieve my copy of Penthouse, a porn DVD, and a small box of rubbers. "I guess you two were going to have a fun time with each other no matter what," she said. "I'm going to put the DVD in the player so we can watch, and I'll leave these rubbers out where we can get to them if something comes up." The girls laughed, but my dick only got a little harder.

Monica had no problem figuring out how to start up the TV and player, and the Simon Wolf produced disc was soon playing. By the time Monica returned to her previous position, a large hard dick was already being sucked on screen by a buxom blond.

We passed around the oil, applying a generous amount to the back side of our subject. The girls got busy rubbing Julie's back, neck, and arms occasionally moving their slick fingers to the side of her partially exposed breasts. Each stroke would evoke a sigh of contentment from Julie which encouraged further action.

My concentration was directed at Julie's upper thighs, ass, and crotch. With my hands pushing up along the inner portion of her thighs, my thumbs would force themselves into the divide at her crotch, brushing the lips of her vagina, and then up to her puckered hole while pushing apart her butt cheeks with the heels of my oily hands. I watched with excitement as Julie maneuvered her hands so they were spread out to her sides with palms facing upwards. Bobbi and Monica seemed to understand her intentions, so they positioned themselves so their pussies were just above and within easy reach of Julie's finger tips.

"Ooohhh, you do that so well...all of you. Feeling the dry warmth of their cunts with her fingers, Julie continued, "Girls, put some oil in my hands and I'll try to return the favor."

(I could distinctly hear two girls moaning behind me on the porn movie.)

Without hesitation the girls obliged by squirting some of the massage oil onto her fingers, after which they lowered their hips down and ground their clits onto the inviting hand. Before long I could see that Julie had bent her middle fingers up and was inserting them into the warm canal of the grateful recipients. Loud squeals of delight followed.

It suddenly occurred to me that I was the only one without my genitals being massaged. "Hey, now I'm being left out. The Volcano needs some attention soon," I complained.

Bobbi leaned over with the bottle of oil and squired some onto my shaft and took it in one hand and began pumping hard as if to make up for lost time. (She was careful not to move beyond Julie's reach.) "I can't reach you with my mouth right now, so this will have to do. Baby, you're getting so big and hard I can hardly get my fingers even half way around your hot cock."

This lasted just a minute or two and I was just accepting the fact that I was about to come all over Julie's ass when she announced, "Let me turn over and you can play with my fun side (a term I often used when I gave her a massage in our own bed). The three of us got off the bed while Julie, as if in a mild sexual stupor, slowly rolled over and positioned herself in the center.

"I'll take the end by her head, Monica, you get down here between her legs, and Bobbi you fondle her breasts," I directed in such a way that no one argued. We all moved to our "assigned" spots, and the activity commenced once again.

(As I moved to a position where I could see the TV screen, it was filled with a large breasted gal displaying her wet split beaver.) There was less emphasis on the oil this time as Monica pulled apart Julie's knees and dove her mouth right into her prey's waiting snatch. Using her thumbs to spread the outer and inner lips, Monica softly ran the tip of her tongue up and down her slit stopping momentarily for extra attention on Julie's budding clit. In the early days of our relationship, Julie had been self conscious about her larger than normal clit and protruding inner lips until I truthfully convinced her they really turned me on. Monica seemed intrigued by this difference from her own, and played wildly by stretching the folds with her lips and sucking softly on the bud peeking from under it's hood.

I had positioned myself at the top of the bed, sitting on my folded legs with a knee on either side of Julie's head. For the fun of it, I rose up enough so my full thick penis was setting on her forehead and resting on her nose. I lovingly took the back of Julie's neck and began to massage, not missing the chance to occasionally brush the tip of my dripping dick against her lips. Taking the hint, she opened her mouth and licked at my inviting purple helmet.

"I think you're leaking a little," she said referring to the pre-come she had tasted. "You know I love you, and I feel guilty receiving all this pleasure."

(Two hot bitches were going at each other in a 69 position on the screen as I glanced over.)

Looking at Bobbie, Julie continued, "Take Sam in your mouth and pleasure him until he gets rock hard again. I've got an idea."

Keeping one hand on Julie's breast and nipple, Bobbi leaned down and first kissed Julie full on the mouth shoving her tongue down her throat. She then turned her head and after cupping my balls with her free hand, took my penis full in her mouth. Looking down I could see Julie's eyes open widely, seeing something she never dreamt she would witness. I had to remove my hands from Julie's neck to avoid the interference, so I placed one on Bobbi's head to encourage her attentions and the other on her soft breast.

Within a couple of minutes, I was stiff and felt I was about to explode. "Easy there gal, relax for a moment unless you're ready for a mouthful."

Knowing she had me in a condition to finish her plan, this time Julie became the director. "Bobbi, trade places with your friend, and Monica come up here, straddle my face facing my toes." Looking up at me as I was slowly stroking my cock to keep it firm, she continued, "I'll get her ready for you...just give me a minute."

Instead of plunging her mouth onto Julie's wet cunt, Bobbi decided to get some action herself and straddled my wife's pelvis. Understanding what was about to happen, Monica gladly moved up to her assigned position and put her knees on either side of Julie's head, faced Bobbi, and squatted down placing her pussy directly on Julie's waiting mouth and penetrating tongue. After making sure her own needs were being taken care of, Monica bent forward pushing Bobbi backwards so her vagina would be presented up and out as her sexual appetizer.

When her pussy was nice and wet, Julie pushed Monica's pelvis up slightly, put her hands around her ass cheeks and spread them, fully exposing the entrance to her vagina. "Ok Sam, your turn. Ram that big dick of yours in her wet pussy while I watch up close, and don't stop until I tell you."

Needing no further encouragement and having no trouble seeing my target since her smoothly shaved pussy was spread wide, I took my cock in one hand and placed the head against the pink opening. Before I could plunge forward, I felt Monica move her pelvis backwards impaling herself on my rod giving me the full green light to have my way with her. I briefly recalled the box of rubbers on the nightstand, but pushed aside the thought of safe sex in the heat of the moment.

(I thought I was looking in a mirror when I looked at the TV as some big-dicked guy was putting it to a smooth assed redhead from behind.)

And hot it was! As I was sliding in and out of the warm love tunnel, I could feel Julie begin to lick my balls. Every third or fourth stoke, I would thrust in as far as I could go and hold still, giving Julie a better chance for her tongue action. A couple of times I pulled all the way out giving her access again to lick and suck both Monica's pussy and my dick which was now covered with the girl's juices.

Julie had not forgotten herself during all of this. She had persuaded Bobbi to move off her midsection, positioning her pussy within reach of Monica's active tongue. This left my wife in a 69 position with a beautiful young woman, the same woman I was fucking like crazy from behind. Not wanting to be left out of the final explosive moment, Bobbi came up and stood in front of me, put her hands on the back of my head, and offered her clit to my tongue.

The eruptions of orgasms I guess started with Julie, followed shortly by Bobbi from my experienced tongue action. I announced I was about ready to shoot my load so I quickly pulled out and spurted my juices on Monica's pussy lips and ass. Julie took the opportunity to lap up my sperm while bringing Bobbi to her last peak. We all collapsed in a sweaty heap totally exhausted and spent. If it had been midnight we would have picked up the covers and slept soundly until noon.

"My God, it's almost 1 in the afternoon and the rest of our group will be back from diving," Bobbi shouted. "Come on Monica, we've got to get back to our room and clean up."

Realizing they had arrived to our room with only their towels and beach bags, they gathered up the few things and headed to the door.

Bobbi turned and left with a final thought, "You two are so wild, we can't keep this to ourselves. The rest of our group is just as open to new experiences as we are. We'll be here all week! See you later."

But that is another whole story!

(The guy with the large uncircumcised penis was doing the final money shot of the movie, creaming all over the faces of the two young starlets. I looked over at Julie, shrugged my shoulders, and said, "I love you more deeply than ever, but how about one more for the road...this time the old fashioned way?")

End of Final Chapter