Finally we were all finished packing and ready to leave in the morning for our first well deserved holiday. Dating for a year and now engaged, we had yet to vacation together in a meaningful way. We saved like beasts to afford this trip to Mexico and couldn't have been more excited.
Booked in at the Barcello Resort, south of Cancun, we were eager to be heading to an exotic, warm location far from the cold winter blasts of the harsh Canadian winter.
Wanting to celebrate a little before leaving we agreed to meet our friends Dave and Sherry for drinks at a nearby pub. Living in the basement suite, we yelled to our upstairs roommates to hustle up, we were anxious to go.
Jo, looking fucking hot as always, had thrown on a pair of jeans and shrugged on her grey "Wadena" sweatshirt. Sandy blond hair pulled back in a ponytail she said "Lets do this!" Her piercing blue eyes and beautiful smile were not to be denied!
Not wanting to drink too much before our early morning flight, the four of us committed to having a mellow night and to not let things get out of hand. Taking separate vehicles and arriving before our friends, we grabbed a table for four near the dart boards and ordered a couple of jugs of beer. Not far behind, Dave and Sherry walked in two minutes after us, sat down and poured themselves some beers.
And to be honest, I'm not really sure what we were thinking. Before the night even began, we should have foreseen that our plans of a quiet night were seriously flawed. First off, it seemed that every time we would get together with Dave and Sherry, things would come unglued pretty quick and we end up hammered and doing stupid shit.
Second problem, a BIG problem, was draught beer. The nemesis of liquors for Jo, draught has a bizarre and dramatic effect on her brain and her decision-making process. It's always a ton of fun but never without next-day regrets.
Ignoring all the warning signs of potential danger, we crashed headlong into a great evening of drinking, fun and giggling. And being a very competitive bunch of people, we soon broke into teams, boys against the girls, and started making bets on the outcomes of the darts we were playing.
Of course, the bets had to do with sex, goofy sex, to which the girls somewhat reluctantly agreed. Beer flowing freely and darts flying ever wilder, within two hours the boys prevailed and were declared the undisputed winners. I could see things were getting kooky and the fun ramping up as Joey was getting louder and she started cussing like a drunken uncle at a Saskatchewan wedding. Having been warned twice by management about her volume and language, we took it as our cue to call it a night.
This was great news for Dave and I as we were super excited to collect on our wagers! During a series of progressively worse loses, the girls had confidently doubled down on each match with bets of "double or nothing". Well, in the betting world, never picking up win and doubling down every game can only mean real trouble for the losing team. By the time we were leaving the girls were committed to stripping down in the parking lot, driving home naked and giving us road-head on the way. Big score for the boys!
Having come in separate vehicles, the four of us headed to our cars, which were parked side by side in the middle of the lot. Grinning from ear to ear we watched as our girls nervously giggled and scanned the parking lot for people.
Finally with the coast clear, they quickly stripped off their clothes and jumped into the passenger seats of the cars. I honestly couldn't believe my eyes. Jo is a paradox of attitudes. On the one hand, she can be very cautious and sexually inhibited. On the other, she can show a super wild side that comes out of nowhere, is incredibly unexpected and tremendously erotic.
Standing beside the driver's side doors of our respective cars, I give Dave, a thumbs up and jump into our Tracker. Dave settles into his Corola and once the door is closed, I can see he must be undoing his pants as fast as he can. Rookie! I'm already unzipped and got my pud out and it's standing at full attention.
"Come on, come on, lets get out of here!" Jo urges.
Putting the seat back as far is it would go, I put the car in drive and start the short drive home. Looking in my rear-view mirror, I see Dave pull out behind me. I also see Sherry's head drop immediately into Dave's lap and out of view. Looking from the mirror to Joanna, she smiled and said "Well big boy, guess it's time to pay up".
Damn, I was so hard. Not just from the prospect of getting a blowjob but from the overt sexual attitude of my wife. This was very out of character for her and way over the moon exciting.
Without a word, she dropped to her left, grabbed my cock with her right hand and took me straight into her mouth. My left hand on the steering wheel, I rested my right on the back of her head and tried to maintain some semblance of control. This being one of those occasions where I was too excited for words, I had a hard time concentrating on driving and NOT coming. Jo is an amazing mouth magician and she was working me hard with her hand and lips.
Thank god we were close to home as I really couldn't wait to fuck my girl and could hardly contain myself. Seeing her fully naked in the front seat of our car, blowing me with a vigor I hadn't seen in a while, was almost too much for me. I truly am the luckiest guy in the whole fucking world!
Dave and Sherry stuck at a red light, we left them far behind and arrive at our house long before them. Slowing and pulling into the ally behind our house, I hit the remote to let us into the garage. I swing into my spot in the garage and pull Jo's head outta my lap. "Don't move a muscle!' I tell her and jump out of the car. Running around the back of the vehicle I pull open her door and kiss her hard on the mouth. Pulling back from me and grinning from ear to ear she say's "fuck me Big Dawg!".
