I woke up with a hard on and a lingering dream of screwing my sister-in-law, Bel. As my head cleared, the reality of all that had transpired in the pool took hold. My suspicions lingered that Dan had witnessed my close encounter of the lustful kind with his wife. He had sat in silence on the terrace. There were no outbursts or accusations. We had not exchanged a word as I passed him and retreated for my siesta. I later learned there was no showdown between husband and wife over her infidelity.
We had planned a night out at a nearby hotel featuring folkloric ballet, music and dance. After a hasty shower, I dressed and met Dan sitting in the kitchen. I poured us a drink as we waited for our women. Conversation was light with no indication of anger or jealousy. As a matter of fact he was looking forward to a night our together. There were three nights remaining before they left and we were ready to party.
The women looked fine in their colourful sundresses. Jane, my wife looked vibrant with her tan in contrast to the plain while dress that she had purchased in the town square. She had laughed as Dan placed a blood red hibiscus behind her ear.
Not to be outdone, I had plucked a similar flower from the bouquet on our table, caressing his wife, Bel's cheek, as I placed it in her hair. Admiring my handiwork with an exaggerated nod of approval, I was struck once again how exotic she looked with her brightly colored floral shift slit up one leg to her knee flashing a modest amount of white shimmering skin as she struck a pose. We quickly finished our drinks and exited the condo.
We decided to walk the short distance to the fiesta. Trailing Dan and Bel, I noticed the silhouette of her body through her dress as her hips swayed provocatively. As we reached the top of the short flight of stairs, the bright light in front of us had the effect of turning her dress into a fleshy x-ray. From my angle below her and Dan, the gaping slit gave me a momentary glimpse of black lace fabric at her crotch.
Our host greeted us with a "Hola" as he tied a ribbon holding a small wooden cup around each of our necks. As if in answer to our unasked question, he picked up one of many bottles from a table and poured four shots of tequila. With a salute to him, we drained the pungent liquid.
We were enveloped by a tropical breeze, sounds of surf and the warmth of sand. On one side a stage on risers was bathed in light while the other was taken up with what I assumed was the buffet table. Smaller tables and chairs dotted the beach going back into darkness. We made our way to the back and centre to a table.
As our butts hit the chair, a waiter in traditional clothing appeared holding a towel and a bottle of tequila. Toasting our host who bowed in return, we downed our drinks. We grimaced from the aftertaste as the show began.
The loud taped music had given way to about a dozen dancers and a smaller collection of musicians who accompanied them. For the next hour we were entertained by a variety of local dances and authentic regional costumes. Whether the show became progressively more exciting or we did from the effects of the steady stream of shots of tequila, we were having a blast.
The final round of applause signalled an end to the performance and the steady overly loud renewal of club music. "Time to eat something," slurred my wife, Jane.
In agreement we all made our way to the buffet. As though standing on guard, the trusty waiter with the ever-present bottle greeted us. Another shot, another laugh and another grimace carried us to the back of the line. Dan and Jane took one side of the table as I followed Bel down the other. By the time we had reached the soup, they were several people ahead of us in the fast-moving line as we plodded along behind a whale of a man who must have been out to best some to be Guinness Book of World Records that involved stacking as much food as possible on his plate. We made no pretence at hiding our laughter and amused ourselves by swaying to the blaring beat from the stage.
At first accidently and then in rhythm I rocked my groin into Bel's behind. Rather than a rebuke, I felt her hand slip between us and caress my crotch holding me in place.
"Senor, senora..." The ever present host had reappeared. As he filled Bel's cup, I spotted a bowl of limes and a saltshaker beside us.
"Like this," I said to Bel, as I dabbed some salt into the space between my thumb and forefinger holding it to her lips.
As he licked then sucked, I felt my cock swelling. She drained the cup. Holding the wedge lime to her lips, she sucked its juice.
"My turn." She took the shaker sprinkling some as I had. Taking her hand and holding it to my lips, I slowly licked till the salt disappeared, then drained the cup. I moved her hand holding the lime to her mouth moving it over her lips. Her confused expression gave way to a smile. Bending down, I extended my tongue to taste the lime and ended in a kiss.
Applause from our fellow diners snapped me out of my trance. A sea of faces grinning at our antics swam up before me. Jane's back was disappearing into the night but a short distance from the end of the table, a familiar face disappeared behind a palm. A flushed Dan emerged seconds later, attempting to hide stain on his crotch with his plate. Bel must not have noticed as she held my hand on the way back to join Jane. Thank god that the shock of spotting Dan and knowing he was trailing behind us, made my throbbing dick shrink.
"What was all that clapping about" Jane slurred draining the remnants of her cup.
"We must have missed it," I replied. "Dan did you see what the commotion was all about?" I left off the part about....it must have been good to make you jerk off behind a tree.
He blushed slightly avoiding looking at Bel or me. "I think somebody must have put on a hell of a show."
Saved by Mr. Tequila with his bottomless bottle of booze! We laughed, drank and managed to finish our meal as drunken dancers gyrated in front and all sides of us. Feeling some power over Dan, I suggested, "Why don't you throw these plates away now? I gestured to a garbage can some twenty feet away. He dutifully and silently obliged with a faint blush on his face.
A dancer stepped up to our table extending a hand to Bel who frantically tugged her skirt closed where moments before it had draped around one hip.. It was one of the college kids from Carlos and Charlie's. "Hey man, can I dance with your lady?"
"My sister can answer for herself."
"Sister? Far out!" He shared a chuckle with his entourage of two males and three gorgeous females. Turning back he winked slyly extending a hand toward Bel.
I turned to see Dan standing mute. So much for a knight in shining armor! Jane was out of it sitting with unfocused eyes oblivious to her surroundings. Bel stood, taking the offered hand. Her dress seemed transparent in the brightly lit foreground as they moved to join the dance. Soon that fine ass was shaking while the slit on her dress showed more and more leg -- much to the delight of her partner. Though the music stayed loud and fast, he slowed their tempo by drawing her closer in an approximation of a waltz. Their bodies moved closer together with the steady pressure he applied on her back.He extended his pelvis forward as he slowly rocked back and forth. As his hand disappeared lower down her back, Bel began pushing on his chest trying in vain to gain some separation from their closeness. As they turned, we were could see his hand kneading a cheek of her ass while his other hand held her shoulder. She slapped at his hand moving it off her behind. Laughing, he simply overpowered her and soon had pulled her close with his hand busy once again. All the while he held his gaze on Dan, as though daring him to interfere. Bel twice said something loud that was lost in the din of the music. Glancing at Dan, I noticed his hand moving in his lap under a napkin. He made no move to intervene. Standing, I tapped Bel on the shoulder as she rotated away from me.
"May I?"
