Saturday, June 16th, 2012
It was 11 am of a sunny and glorious morning at a popular international Resort in Cancun, Mexico. My lovely wife Angela and I were enjoying the 2nd day of our 1 week vacation, and, recommended by a friend of us who suggested the place, we were not disappointed at first sight. A beautiful sandy beach and crystal water enchanted the place where, mostly Europeans, were already in full-beach mode, plus hotel facilities and its food choices were amazing.
While looking for an empty tent at the beach to cover ourselves from the sun, proudly, I noticed how Angela's swim wear was attracting some male audience and turning their heads towards her body.
Even though her stubborn dedication to the gym in Boston was paying off and visual results were in fact obvious, my body was not in good shape and I felt bad for displaying early signs of overweight at the beach. At 34 years old, Angela's body was showing her discipline and dedication, while mine, 10 years older started to show some mix of negligence and indulgence. Judging by our physical appearance, it was hard to believe we were two souls matched together by destiny and enjoying our lives as a happy couple reaching out our 3rd anniversary.
Her 36D rack looked gorgeous and it was barely covered by the 2 pieces blue bikini. Her top was delicately laced across her back and her voluptuous breasts were at full display. Down there, her small thong barely covered her treasures and her well-toned bumpy latino ass was calling the attention of more than one horny male European tourist. Her buttocks looked fantastic and I couldn't believe my dick was buried inside that beauty last night.
After finding our tent and settling down, at the rhythm of Pina Coladas and sweet Cuban rum served by the hotel's bartenders, we were pleased enjoying the sun, the beach and the view. After one hour, Angela and I were talking and making our plans for the baby. The night before we had a lovely session of steamy sex at our suite, where I dumped 4 or 5 loads of my yellowish cum deeply inside her unprotected pussy. After 3 years enjoying the sweet and sour of being a swinger couple, we finally decided to start a family and those 7 days of vacation didn't come at a better time, as Angela was ovulating and her body was ready to get pregnant, as two months ago she stopped using the pill and we decided condoms were not allowed into our luggage for that trip.
As a sign of the Lord, suddenly, a gusty wind blew Angela's red hat to a nearby tent where it found its lucky recipient. She immediately stood up and walked towards the tent smiling and excusing herself after her flying red hat incident.
"I'm really sorry, I wasn't expecting this little thing didn't want to stick to my head," said Angela laughing.
"No problem, no need for apologies, it's windy today, empty cups and beautiful hats are all over the beach," said the man standing up from his beach chair and passing the hat back to Angela.
For those 2 seconds, he stared at her body from toes to head, as he noticed how lucky he was for having the chance to return the flying red hat to a hot woman, wearing such a sexy and revealing swim suit, showing off her rack, her hips and her firm, feminine and toned legs.
"Thanks again," said Angela turning her fit body back and walking slowly to our tent.
Then, the following 10 seconds he didn't care I was watching him. He remained standing while his eyes were glued to her bumpy ass covered discretely by that attractive Brazilian bikini thong. Her two gorgeous buttocks facing him now, were gratefully moving left to right, as they finally introduced themselves to the man they deserved. Finally, as he noticed I was watching the scene, he came back to his tent.
That day, we met again around 9 pm, ironically waiting for the elevator ride to the hotel bar at the 12th floor where we were staying at. For him, a lucky day after all.
We left the suite heading to the bar for some drinks. Angela was wearing her light green sexy tight cocktail dress. Her revealing cleavage explained thoughtfully why she was proud of her body. Her gorgeous boobs looked like two perfectly rounded melons waiting for a hungry tongue of a man, and below her hips, her tight dress ended quite a few inches up her knees explaining why I was proud to be her husband. Her legs and her amazing sexy bubble-shaped ass in full show for me and the male audience at the hotel.
"Going for a few drinks too?" he asked smiling at us and indiscreetly staring at Angela's dress.
"yes, and luckily no more flying hats for you," replied Angela.
All three of us laughed at her comments.
The elevator arrived to the lobby and he gently hold the doors, allowing us to exit first. Of course, I felt uncomfortable knowing he was walking right behind us, as I knew where his eyes were pointing at.
"Do you mind if I offer you guys a drink?. It'd be only two shoots and I'll let you enjoy the rest of your lovely evening," he said.
Angela looked at me smiling and without hesitation she read my mind.
"Sure why not!, thanks a lot," she answered while we waited to be seated at the bar entrance.
For the next two hours, sitting at the hotel bar, enjoying a good talk with plenty of jokes, shared life experiences, Mojitos, Pina Coladas and good rum, Angela and I met Mr. Nicholson.
Funny and charismatic, Mr. Nicholson didn't reflect his age. Leaving his hometown Boston behind, a broken marriage and 2 young daughters, he was 47 years old and ready to rock again. Co-owner of a well-known restaurant in downtown, he was pushing for a franchise of his business and it looked like nobody could stop him from getting his plan right on track.
It was a sweet feeling for all three of us that night, like sibling souls we just met for the very first time. Chemistry covered our thoughts and we all got involved somehow to reflect mutual empathy between us. While he was running his successful business, we shared with him our lives and all those bumpy roads we had passed through. He was happy to hear how Angela's job as a restaurant manager of a well-known dinner place was full of challenges and stories of failures and success. At the same time, he showed interest on how my skills as an Electrical contractor matched what he was looking for his own franchise. All of the sudden, three stories and three lives converging together at the right time, at the right place.
Of course, I was aroused and excited to witness how Angela's dress ended up way above her knees while she remained seated, crossing her legs and, on purpose, leaving her thick thighs perfectly exposed for Mr. Nicholson' eyes. Even better, when she didn't care and let her dress to show off her boobs rack to him through that daring cleavage. It was nice to witness how Angela stood up twice on her way to the washroom and Mr. Nicholson, silently and indiscreetly, glued his eyes to her ass enjoying how her rear gorgeous bumpy asset caught his attention and sincerely expressed himself his personal interest for Angela's body:
"She is just a gorgeous girl Jose, you're a lucky man," he said when his head was already pounded by more than a few drinks.
2 hours later I screamed like a tortured victim while someone put a hot iron on my back. Lifting my head to the suite roof while my arms where grabbing firmly Angela's naked hips, with my eyes closed, I felt in heaven when my dick was pounding her pussy doggy style and it exploded in a brutal discharge of fresh cum that virtually flooded her cunt. For those glorifying 30 seconds, that nice feeling of my shaved balls pumping their thick milk and emptying our their sticky load inside Angela's unprotected pussy was fantastic.
Ironically, I left my feelings to float when I said to her, while my heart rate was still at 180 beats per second and still some drops of cum were being discharged deeply inside her treasure:
"I know Mr. Nicholson would do anything for being here in my place," while I left my hands to slide through her naked torso and gently grabbed her boobs hanging down heavily while I was hammering her from behind.
Angela didn't say anything while she was still moaning and enjoying her orgasm.
