Exploration On The Mayan Riviera

I met my wife when we were seniors in high school. We dated throughout college and two years after I graduated we were married. We had gone to different colleges and I had a few indiscretions during those four years. Every girl I knew at school who had a boyfriend back home had cheated on him so I was sure Carole had at least a few hookups of her own which, in my mind, evened the score.

Carole was a petite 110lbs when we were married and she was a smoke show in college. She had a pretty face with high cheekbones and beautiful hazel eyes. She also had perky b cup tits and a fantastic ass. Over the course of our twenty year marriage her body had filled out. Her taut, muscular ass got softer and wider. Her tiny waist and flat stomach grew thick and pudgy but she was still as beautiful to me in her forties as she had been in her twenties and despite her belief to the contrary other men found her attractive.

"That guy keeps checking you out," I told my wife as I laid beside her at the resort's "quiet" pool. I had been watching him while I pretended to read a book for almost an hour and his glances at my pretty wife had lingered longer each time he glanced at her. It was far from the first time I'd seen guys checking out my curvaceous wife in a bathing suit.

"I know," she replied with a soft chuckle. "He keeps smiling at me too." She grinned at me and playfully bit her bottom lip as if something naughty was on her mind.

"Really, and how does that make you feel?" I asked. She had been rather flirtatious when she was much younger but she had grown to hate her body and her lack of confidence had put an end to her flirtatious ways.

"Good I guess," Carole answered with a nervous smile, "he's hot." I could tell that the situation made her a little uncomfortable but for some reason I found it exciting. We had been married for more than twenty years and we were just a normal, monogamous couple. Our sex life, like most, had ebbs and flows. We had been in a bit of a dry-spell before our trip to the Mayan Riviera but we'd already had sex three times in two days since we'd arrived so it felt like we'd turned a corner.

"You think he's attractive?" I continued. He was clearly in great shape with a chiseled chest and rock hard abs but he was not her usual type. Carole had always gone for pretty white boys with brown hair and blue eyes like me. Her admirer had no hair, dark eyes and his skin was as black as night. He wasn't even light or medium skinned, he was Caribbean or African black and the fact that she found him attractive was a bit of a shock to me.

"He's really hot baby," she laughed and nodded enthusiastically. Her response was like a dagger in my gut but at the same time I felt my dick begin to stir. I had never been a jealous person and back in college she had often shared stories of being at bars and flirting with guys for free drinks. She claimed she had never cheated on me but I doubted her claim.

She glanced at her admirer and their eyes met. A playful smile spread across her face and my pulse quickened. I hadn't seen the flirty, playful side of my wife in years and it made me want her badly. She looked sexy as hell with a devilish grin on her pretty face.

"I need you Baby," I said as I sat up and began rubbing her smooth, sweaty thigh. My dick began to swell even more and I kissed her neck tasting her salty flesh as a low moan slipped from my lips.

"Is this turning you on?" Carole teased. Her hand moved to my leg and she began to rub it slowly creeping higher as she held my gaze. Her pretty eyes glimmered and a crooked smile danced on her lips.

"A little," I croaked as my dick grew bigger in my swimsuit. My heart was thumping loudly in my chest and I leaned in for another kiss but she stopped me and flashed me a naughty grin.

"Would it excite you if I did this?" Carole asked in a low, husky tone as she looked across the pool at her muscular admirer and held his gaze. She moved her hands up her torso to her big natural breasts, kneading them sensuously. Her tits, like the rest of her, had gotten bigger over the years and they were one of the few things on her body that she liked. She cupped them and then toyed with her nipples while her eyes were affixed on his and her cheeks began to flush.

My head was spinning and I swallowed hard. I had never seen her so brazenly sexual in public. Carole, even when she was a flirt, had always been a fairly reserved person. She often got mad at me if I squeezed her boobs or grabbed her ass in public and I'd certainly never seen her feel herself up while a stranger watched.

"Oh my God that was hot," I gasped. My dick was rock hard and my swimsuit felt three sizes to small. I felt utterly ravenous and I was ready to devour my sexy wife. I leaned in for a kiss again and this time she let me.

Our lips touched and it was electric. I felt twenty years younger and like we were newlyweds again. My heart was racing and my hands moved to her full hips. My tongue slipped past her lips and our kiss deepened for a moment before she pushed me away and looked back at her ebony admirer. She had lust in her eyes and she pouted her full lips while she gazed at him. Her chest heaved and her nipples strained against her tankini top.

I looked at him too and he smiled knowingly. Sweat glistened on his chiseled ebony body and a lump formed in my throat. I had, like most men, fantasized about having threesomes but never with another guy. That whole dynamic had never appealed to me but for reasons I couldn't explain it suddenly seemed very hot, though I wasn't sure I was ready for it to really happen.

"Let's go take care of this," my wife said in a breathy tone as she grabbed and squeezed my fully erect dick making me moan soft and low.

"Okay," I groaned. I repositioned my cock and rose to my feet as my wife headed towards our room. The path she took went right past her admirer and I watched them make and hold eye contact as she moved past him. It was the most surreal moment of my life. No words were said and he remained seated as we walked away to our room but thick sexual tension filled the warm air.

I opened the door and Carole and I tore at each others clothes. We tumbled back onto the bed and she immediately straddled my face. She often did that but rarely did she do so immediately and aggressively. Her pussy was soaking wet and her succulent juices soaked my skin as my tongue strummed her hard clit until she erupted with a violent climax. She moved down my body and guided my cock into her sloppy cunt. Her wide hips writhed and her bountiful breasts heaved as she rode me hard. Her curvy body bounced hard and she groaned wantonly.

We fucked for over an hour in countless positions. I emptied my balls inside her frothy pussy twice before we were done and she sucked me clean each time. She had never done that before and we laid naked under the covers as we recovered from our marathon fuck fest.

"I guess that excited you too," I mused as I lovingly caressed her smooth, naked body.

"Yeah," Carole giggled. We hadn't broached the elephant in the room and I was somewhat afraid to do so. We had never discussed, with any degree of seriousness, the idea of group sex. I had often joked about having a threesome with another woman but Carole was straight and I knew it would never happen. I had never before considered a mmf threesome because I had assumed that wouldn't interest her either and until then it hadn't interested me either.

"You were very wet," I teased. My hand moved to her neatly trimmed bush and she parted her legs, granting me unfettered access to her unsated sex. "And you still are."

"Very," she purred like a kitten. Her eyes were half closed and she breathed deep and steady as I stoked the flames of passion in her soiled pussy.

"It was because of him wasn't it?" I asked in a silky smooth voice.

"Maybe a little," Carole panted. Her voice shook with tremolo and her legs began to quiver.

I sank two fingers inside her and began to massage her g spot while my thumb caressed her swollen clit and she began to moan and writhe.

Carole started to shudder. She was on the precipice of a violent climax and I slowed my pace, making her balance on the edge of nirvana.

"Did you like flirting?"

"Mmm hmm," Carole groaned wantonly. Her pretty eyes were half closed and she looked lost in a far away place.

"Do you want his big black dick?" I asked. My eyes were closed and my shoulders were tight. She had never expressed interest in a black man before and in fact she had always stated emphatically that she did not find black guys attractive. I was scared for her to answer and terrified that I might upset her but I had to know if the idea of a big black cock had added to her excitement.

"Yes," she hissed as the dam burst. She twisted and groaned. Her hands clutched at her breasts and she teased and twisted her hard nipples as intense waves of pleasure washed over her. I felt her juices soak my palm and she bucked her hips. Violent convulsions rocked her to her core and she released a deep, guttural moan. She sounded like a wounded bear and then her body went slack. Her eyes were, again, half closed and clouded as she stared blankly at the ceiling fan above us.

"Would you really want to fuck a black guy?" I asked as I laid beside her with my leg draped over her doughy midsection. My spent cock was pinned between us, unwilling to rise for a third round despite my desire.

Carole's eyes widened for a moment and her cheeks flushed crimson. She inhaled sharply and paused for several long silent moments letting my question hang in the air for what seemed like an eternity.

"I have before," she replied in a low whisper. Her pretty eyes closed a she looked frightened for a second.

My mind was reeling and my heart was racing. We had both dated other people in high school before we got together but I had never seen her with a black guy before we became a couple.

"Whe, when?" I stammered nervously. My face felt warm and beads of sweat formed on my brow despite the cool temperature of our air conditioned room.

"In college," she admitted. Her voice was shaking and I felt like I couldn't breath. It was as if I had been punched in the gut by Mike Tyson in his prime. I gasped for air and my body tensed but I couldn't complain because I had cheated too.

"Really?" I squeaked like a pathetic mouse. I was trying to imagine it yet trying not to as well. My world felt like it was spinning out of control and I wasn't sure what to say or do. My mind was blown and everything I'd thought was real was, at that moment, a mirage.

"Yeah, all freshman cheat," she laughed dismissively. "You fucked that fat girl at Central didn't you?"

"Who, Katie?"

"Yeah, I saw how close you two were. So I did the same thing." She said tersely putting me in my place and effectively ending my ability to complain. Katie and I had just been friends but on a few drunken nights we had hooked up.

"Anyone I know?" I was terrified to hear her answer but at the same time my heart was racing and my dick had begun to swell anew. I had never imagined that my wife had fucked a black man and the idea excited me beyond my wildest expectation. There was clearly more to her than I had ever realized and her secret made her even sexier to me.

"No," she sighed wistfully, "He played football at Western. He was a small but strong running back. I think they called him a third down back or something."

"Small?" I asked as visions of my petite college girlfriend getting fucked by a stereotypically huge black dick had already filled my twisted mind.

"He was definitely not small where it mattered," Carole giggled. "We only did it a few times. Well, more than a few but I was just one of many. A girl he could call whenever he needed to fuck and he called a lot for a while."

My mind was reeling but I wasn't mad or even hurt. I wanted to know more even though I knew it would fill me with angst and uncertainty.

"Was he good?" My dick was as hard as granite, betraying my deviance and depravity and she gave it a cursory squeeze.

"He was amazing. He is the only man to ever make me cum by just fucking me," she replied as she rolled on top of me and guided my dick into her silky hole. She sat down hard taking my slightly above average dick to the root and she looked into my eyes with a sultry gaze.

"Do you really want the details?" Carole laughed as she started to slam her fat ass onto my pelvis. Her juices were flowing and my flesh beneath her was soaking wet.

"Yes," I hissed. I couldn't recall ever being more excited and I began to thrust my hips up into her. The sound of slapping flesh filled the room and my wife grinned.

"I met him at Uncle Ted's," she said naming a bar close to her campus. "I was drunk and he started buying me drinks. I was flirting but I had no intention of sleeping with a black guy, not back then. I just wanted free drinks, but he was smooth. He got me onto the dance floor with a fresh drink and then worked us to the back of the room. He started kissing me and feeling me up right there at the bar, but it was late and no body noticed, or maybe they did and I was too far gone to care. The next thing I knew we were in his dorm room and he was fucking like no one ever had. I was hooked after that and anytime he called I came, literally." She laughed at her double entendre and grinned at me.

I grabbed her hips and thrust hard and fast. "Where did he cum?" I asked. I felt ravenous and beside myself with raw passion.

"I don't know where he did that first time. I really don't remember, but probably on my tits. He liked shooting his loads on them because I wasn't on the pill and wouldn't let him cum inside me. At least at first. Once I went back on the pill he preferred to cum inside me."

I felt myself fast approaching the point of no return. I gritted my teeth and unloaded inside her as I watched her smile.

We talked at length about her on again off again "relationship" with Darnell. They had fucked more than two dozen times. Most had been in the few months after they met but they continued to hook up sporadically until they graduated. I couldn't get enough details to satisfy my morbid curiosity and she seemed to enjoy making me squirm while also replaying each detail in her head.

We didn't see her admirer from the pool that night at dinner nor was he at the two bars we went to after dinner and I was oddly disappointed about that. Carole continued to tease me about Darnell and her new admirer and we fucked again when we got back to our room. She was insatiable, wet and eager for more. It had been years since we had been that passionate. She sucked me until I was rock hard and then she knelt on all fours and begged me to fuck her hard from behind. I was ravenous and aggressive and we fucked long and hard until we were both thoroughly satisfied and physically exhausted.

"He's back," I laughed as I sat beside my pretty wife in the same spot on the pool deck that we had occupied the previous day. Carole laughed and looked him over with a bright smile on her pretty face. He was almost my height but much broader and without any excess body fat. He wore long, loose swim trunks and flip flops with a towel draped over his shoulder and I couldn't help but glance at his crotch from behind the safety of my dark Oakley sunglasses. I couldn't see his bulge but given his overall size I imagined he was big where it mattered and that excited me.

Their eyes met and he nodded as he looked around the pool deck. He paused and then turned toward my wife and me rather than to the chair he'd used the day before.

"Is this seat taken?" He asked Carole with cocksure confidence as he stood beside her. He had a deep, resounding voice and it sent a shiver down my spine. Carole and I had talked at length about her affair with Darnell and I had told her that I wanted her to flirt with her admirer if the opportunity presented itself again. She had liked the idea, especially since her revelation and actions the previous day had led to such incredible sex.

"What if things progress beyond flirting?" She had asked after breakfast that morning and I told her we'd play it by ear. Neither of us knew what to expect or what we were doing but our discussions had awakened us both. Our marriage felt strangely fresh and new, like young love and lust, and we both agreed it felt good to have that renewed passion for each other once again.

Carole was surprised that I wasn't upset about her affair and I confessed that more than anything the images in my mind and the stories she had told excited me and made me want her more. It was a strange dichotomy where learning of her infidelity years earlier made her sexier than ever.

"Could you handle seeing another man fuck me?" She'd asked after I told her to flirt with the man at the pool.

"I don't know. I think so."

"Even if he's really big?" She'd grinned mischievously, poking fun at my insecurities, and I wondered if she knew something about him that I didn't.

"Even better," I'd lied. The truth was that part scared me. I knew not all black men were big but there was enough anecdotal evidence that on average they were bigger and the thought of watching her handle a really big dick was terrifying but oh so hot.

Hours later we were poolside. Carole was wearing a red and blue tankini with a low neckline that showed her great cleavage but was otherwise pretty conservative like her other suits.

"No, please have a seat," Carole said to him with a playful giggle as she glanced up with wide, eager eyes. She looked nervous like a school girl and she toyed with her hair as he sat down on the chair beside her. Her bottom lip curled into her mouth and she chewed pensively on it as he eyed her like a lion eyeing a gazelle on the Serengeti.

I settled back in my seat and removed myself from the trio giving the appearance of disinterest. I lifted my book and tried to read while I struggled to listen to them talk. Reading was futile and I could only hear snippets of their conversation but from the tone of their voices the tenor of their conversation was evident.

Carole held his gaze and smiled often. She laughed at his jokes and played with her hair. She may have been out of practice in the art of flirting but she instinctively knew exactly what to do to keep him interested and I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was.

His name was Trevor and he was in Mexico on "holiday" from Great Britain. His English accent was juxtaposed with his very dark African skin but the totality was oddly intriguing and I knew my wife was quite smitten. It was surreal watching and listening to my theretofore conservative wife flirting with another man but it was also terribly erotic and adrenaline was coursing through my veins as they continued to chat.

I decided to give them some time alone and asked if they wanted anything to drink from the bar. The quiet pool had a small swim up bar and I needed to cool down so I took their orders, jumped into the pool and swam over to the bar letting my pulse slow to a resting rate. The cool water immediately softened my semi turgid dick and I took my time at the bar. I sat for several minutes chatting with the cute Latina bartender before finally heading back to my wife and her new friend with three fresh drinks in hand.

Carole and Trevor were sitting side by side on his chaise when I returned. They were engrossed in conversation. Carole's cheeks were flushed and beads of sweat had formed on her brow as she sat and gazed up at him with wide, unblinking eyes. The tension and energy between them was palpable and my heart began to race anew. It was surreal, like a dream, watching my wife openly flirt with another man. I had never imagined seeing that nor even wanting to but it was already the most erotic moment of my life and nothing physical had happened between them.