Cancun Vacation
written by:
Justin

Cancun Vacation, Part One

About six months ago my wife and a co-worker had bid on a trip to Mexico for four. The trip had been donated by one of the higher-ups in the company. Every year my wife's office has a silent auction, with proceeds raised going to various local charities.

Liz, my wife, always anticipates the silent auction and would stay up late the particular evening the auction would go live on their inter-office website. In the past we had won a variety items at reduced rates, including one year when we bid on and won a three-night trip to Vegas for just the two of us. In addition, you could find nice out-to-eat gift certificates, tickets to sporting events and more. There was a wide range of items to choose from, some more on the expensive side and others more reasonable.

She noticed the trip to Mexico that first night but never really thought much of it. The following day she got to talking with Wendy, one of her fellow co-workers in the accounting department, about the Mexico trip and how it was for four people. The more they talked, the more they thought that maybe it made sense to bid on it. That afternoon I got a call at work.

"Hey, honey," my wife said when I answered the phone. "Wendy and I are thinking that maybe we should put in an opening bid on this Mexico trip I showed you last night. What do you think?"

Being one who was always up for a trip to Mexico, I thought it was a decent idea, but I wondered about the arrangements.

"So, Wendy and Steve are interested in going too?" I asked.

"She's actually calling Steve right now," Liz said. "Would this be something you're up for?"

She gave me the dates, and they actually worked out with my busy work schedule at work. Besides, the dates listed weren't for another four months and it'd give me ample time to make sure I was covered back at the office. In addition, the trip was only from a Wednesday to a Sunday, so it wasn't a full week out of the office.

"Well, honey," I said. "Looking at my calendar I think it could work. So if Wendy and Steve are able to go let's take a shot at it."

"Great!" my wife exclaimed. "I'll talk to her and see what Steve says, and we can discuss it more tonight at home."

A chance to get away from the kids and work for a few days seemed like a nice break. And if it meant maybe only having to pay half, or even three-quarters of the regular price I was all for it.

Wendy had worked with Liz for about the past six years. The two of them were quite close and I had gotten to know Wendy as well during that time. They worked together on many projects so in the very least when work conversation came up Wendy's name was always a part of it. Add in a few company parties every year and it only meant that I got to know her and her boyfriend Steve as well.

I liked the two of them. I was a little apprehensive about sharing a two-bedroom condo with them, but a deal is a deal.

Our bid made it until the last day when a number of other people decided to take a go at the thing. The girls were kind of bummed but still persisted that we should make one more bid. So we did. Much to our surprise it went through. That meant that in early April the four of us would be off on a trip to Cancun together. We paid a little more than we had hoped, but still managed a fantastic deal.

Back in early March, Liz mentioned to me that Wendy and Steve were kind of having some problems. It didn't surprise me that much as I always kind of thought Steve gave off a certain rudeness and arrogance. That said, in front of us he always treated Wendy with complete respect.

"So what do you mean they're having problems?" I would ask Liz.

"Well, Wendy thinks he might be running around on her," my wife answered. "I guess she found a couple emails on his computer one night when he didn't log out. So she has some suspicions."

I hate to sound selfish, but I'd be lying if the thought didn't cross my mind that this could screw up our trip. We were supposed to leave in three weeks and I was already starting to mentally check out at work in anticipation. If they couldn't go Liz and I wouldn't be able to afford the trip ourselves, and because we were leaving inside a month it would be tough to find replacements for them.

About a week later I was in the living room reading books with my kids before bedtime. I could tell something was on my wife's mind. Husbands just know. Liz had seemed distant and even kind of depressed all evening. Every time I'd ask if something was wrong she'd just brush it off. Once the kids were in bed, she finally came clean.

"Well, Adam," my wife said, "it looks like Wendy and Steve won't be joining us in Mexico."

"Why's that?" I asked, already assuming I knew the answer.

"Steve moved out all of his things on Saturday," Liz said. "And he moved in with a girl he had met somehow through work. Wendy is absolutely devastated."

"Oh no," I remarked. "I knew something was wrong with you tonight."

"Yeah, it was a really tough day today for Wendy at work. I finally told her to leave after lunchtime. She just needed some time to herself."

"I know this is going to sound to completely inappropriate, and I ask this having complete respect for Wendy and her situation, but what about our trip to Cancun with them?" I asked. "We leave in nine days."

"I don't really know, Adam," she responded. "I've thought about it too, but I didn't dare ask her and make it sound that like was my top worry. Maybe tomorrow or Wednesday things will be better and I can bring it up then. But I don't know how I'll do it."

"Yeah, that's a tough one," I said. "I guess you just have to feel out the situation."

On Thursday of that week Wendy had made the decision not to go on the trip. She told us she would pay for her half of the trip and leave it at that. Honestly, I didn't mind that much at all. While we were only on the line for half the trip, we'd have a two-bedroom condo all to ourselves. Sure, I was sad Wendy and Steve couldn't come, but this was an ok alternative in my book.

It still bothered Liz and I could tell that plain as day. By the time the weekend arrived she was still trying to hatch a plan for Wendy to come along. Much to my chagrin, she was telling her to invite her sister or another friend. While that shouldn't bother me at all, it did. I was kind of looking forward to the trip being just us two now, and besides, I didn't really want to shack up with someone I didn't know. But Liz wouldn't relent.

That evening she told me she was going to go over to Wendy's to keep her company, while at the same time seeing if there was a way she could convince her to go. That's my wife, always trying to make that one last-ditch effort. And it worked.

Liz woke me when she got home that night and informed me that Wendy would be accompanying us on the trip. I assumed that meant someone else would also be coming along with her, but was surprised when Liz said it would just be Wendy. Trust me when I say I never even thought about what it could potentially lead to.

My wife Liz turned 35 years old in January. I think she's stunning. It had been almost five years since giving birth to our second child. She worked out a lot to look good, even though she had the body and metabolism that just sort of bounced right back. Her new hobby is running. She's into so much so that in the past couple years she had completed three half-marathons. I was proud of her. She didn't have to do it, but it was sort of one of those personal challenges she put on herself.

Her body is tight in all the right places. She lost a little size in the breast department since having kids, but was still a solid B-cup. And remarkably, her tits didn't sag a big like to many women's do after breast feeding. I love her legs. As a runner they're muscular, toned, and very tan. She isn't tall, but even at 5-foot-7 she's not short either. I thought of her to be every bit as beautiful as the day we married. Her shoulder-length blond hair was radiant, just like her smile.

I'm your typical 37-year-old male. By no means am I overweight but I'd be lying if I told you that I didn't carry a few extra pounds. In college I played baseball, and by my late twenties I had resorted to beer softball leagues. Nowadays most of my athletic activity included playing golf, drinking cold beer, and maybe eight miles a week on the treadmill just to look like I still cared. A six-pack I didn't have, but a beer belly wasn't on my menu either. For the most part, I was satisfied with how I looked. Besides, I always knew it was Liz would was the prize in our relationship anyway.

Wendy I always found to be very sexually attractive. She came off maybe a little prudish at first glance, but I could tell she liked to have fun too. Her 32nd birthday was actually a few weeks prior to our trip. She married her high school sweetheart right out of college but it only lasted about three years before they divorced. If she was single for six months before meeting Steve I'd be surprised.

I remember Liz making the comment once that Wendy questioned whether she'd ever get married again. That surprised me, because at one time I knew Wendy wanted to have kids. I think her brief marriage kind of salted her some and rightfully so. I was of the opinion that she never took the time to just live a little. Liz told me that Wendy had had only three lovers in her life. There was her husband, some random guy right after her marriage, and then Steve. Now, my wife and I didn't go around sleeping with everyone we met while younger, but we both had enough experience by the time we met each other at 24 years of age.

But back to Wendy. She has brownish/blonde hair that goes just past her shoulders. Her skin is milky white with a nice blend of tan, but not as much color as Liz. She's not as tall as my wife but isn't short standing about 5-foot-5. I love her chest. She's definitely packing a large C-cup or small D. They're bigger than what she gives off too. This is where that prudish comment I made earlier comes into play. She has the goods, but she's never really taken it amongst herself to show them off and be comfortable. Even my wife had tried to help her with that. But I think Wendy grew up in a conservative-type atmosphere and that sort of stuff was kind of frowned upon. She had the body to turn heads if she wanted. She just didn't do it often.

Liz wanted to make it a point for Wendy to have fun on the trip and not feel like a third wheel. The two of them went shopping on Sunday prior to us leaving and Liz thought maybe she could get her friend to come out of her shell a bit. They picked out a few sundresses to wear when we went out in the evening as well as a couple different pairs of shoes. Seemed pretty innocent. But my wife was intent on getting her to try on a few different bikinis as well.

I worked in advertising sales for a local publishing company, and one of my big clients was a strip mall. In that strip mall was a men's and women's swimwear shop. I actually had been able to get them on board to do some business with me and got friendly with the owners. They always told me to let them know when my wife was coming in and they would get her set up with some deals. I had made a call that Sunday morning to let them know my wife could be coming in later that day with a friend.

They were set up with a private room in the back where they could try on a variety of different suits. I don't want to call my wife risqué, but she's not afraid to show off a little either, especially if we're going to be out of town where someone might not know her. She picked out a few suits she liked and helped Wendy find some as well.

Of course Wendy gravitated to some of the more conservative bikinis and it was my wife trying to get her to step out of her safe box a bit. The two tried on a number of different suits and modeled them for each other. I knew Liz would have fun with this. She's a little bit of a fashion diva and I knew she was kind of trying to get Wendy to think the same way.

Long story short, Liz thought she did a good job helping her friend and was surprised by some of the bikinis Wendy, while reluctant, actually purchased. There was one in particular, though, that Wendy wouldn't go for. I guess it was this all-black one where the bottoms only covered about a third of her ass, and the top pushed up her breasts and barely contained them. While Liz encouraged her to buy it, she didn't push and inevitably Wendy didn't buy it. So we thought.

The Wednesday of our trip finally arrived. Liz and I were relieved to get a break from work and just a couple of days to get away from the hustle and bustle of everyday life. We knew the trip setting with another person sharing a condo with us wasn't ideal, but we planned to make the most of it. Besides, we had our own room and Wendy even told us that she would find some things to do so we could have some "alone" time as well. We thought that was nice of her.

Our early morning flight got us to our condo around 11am Cancun time. That was nice since we'd still have the rest of that day and then three full days to relax before heading home on Sunday.

The condo was every bit as nice as the pictures we had seen online. Upon entering the front door was a restroom to the right, and the kitchen on the left. That led into an open and spacious living room quarters with a flat screen TV and a couple of couches. From there if you continued straight you walked out onto the sixth floor balcony. It had a great view of the ocean and was private at the same time.

While standing out on the balcony and taking in the view, I noticed a sliding glass door located to the left that walked into the master bedroom suite, which also was accessible from the inside. It had a king-sized bed, another flat-screen TV, and then a master bathroom. The bathroom wasn't very spacious, but it housed all of the necessities, including a walk-in shower that was probably bigger than the rest of the bathroom. In advance of the trip it had been agreed upon by the girls that since we were a couple we would take that room.

The other side of the condo had a smaller bedroom with a king-sized bed as well. There wasn't a master bathroom for that room, but it did connect to the bathroom right when you walked in the condo. Needless to say we were all impressed and ready to call this place home for the next four days.

I didn't want to waste any time so I told the girls we should make our way down to the pool. The temp was in the upper 80s and the sun was shining. I suspected the drinks would be cold and flowing too. Wendy went into her room to get ready while Liz and I got things arranged in our bedroom.

"Wendy seemed pretty excited this morning and on the flight," I said to me wife.

"I think she is," my wife remarked. "We just have to make sure we're making her feel welcomed and a part of the group. If we do that I think we'll be fine."

As my wife was talking she was getting out of her clothes and changing into her swimwear. I took it as an opportunity to sneak up behind her and put my hands on her waist. She knows me well, and knew I was trying to get the vacation started the only way I knew how.

My hands made my way up to her bare breasts as I cupped them in my hands. My growing erection could be felt through my shorts and in her ass cheeks. She gave me a devilish grin and then kissed me passionately on the lips. My hands became more brazen as I slid them down her torso and my left hand went under her thong.

She let out a soft moan during our kiss and I could tell I had her right where I wanted. With a quick slip of my hand her underwear fell to the floor. With her hands she reached back behind herself and unbuckled the belt to my shorts as they fell to the ground. Her hand found my cock as she stroked it through my boxers.

I bent her over the bed with her ass aiming back at me and I went to my knees. The smell she was already letting off was intoxicating. As my tongue hit her slit she became more vocal while trying to stifle her moans knowing our roommate was just in the other room. Her juices ran down the insides of her legs she was so wet.

I sensed that this would have to be quick since another person would soon be waiting for us to head down to the pool. I stood back up and discarded my boxers. I stroked my cock gently and placed it at her wet entrance. Very slowly I eased my engorged cock into her one inch at a time. After working in and out at a slow, methodical pace I started to pick up my rhythm. I cupped her tits in my hand as they swayed back and forth as my force intensified.

She was already close to cumming and I could tell it wasn't going to take me long either. When I felt her body tighten around my cock I knew she there, so I did my best to catch up with her. I violently plunged my cock in and out of her hot pussy before I felt a twinge in my toes. Before long I was filling her pussy full of my juices. We both collapsed on the bed for about five minutes when we finally realized we needed to get dressed and down to the pool.

I'm assuming Wendy probably knew what had went on in our bedroom, but she didn't let on at all if she did. We found her out on the deck checking emails on her iPad. I realized at that point that the curtains to our bedroom weren't shut, so if she walked down about six feet she could have watched the whole thing.

Liz had put on a colorful bikini that covered about half her ass. It wasn't a suit a lot of 35-year-old's with two kids can wear well, but it worked on her. Not surprisingly, Wendy's suit was much more conservative. But even still, it was the first time I had ever seen her in a swimming suit, so by that standard I considered it quite revealing.

The first day was rather uneventful. All of us had been up at 4am that morning to catch our flight so tired was one word to describe us all. By the time late afternoon came we had realized we forgot to make reservations at one of the local restaurants for that night. Much to our chagrin they had all been booked unless we wanted to wait until after 9pm to eat. We decided against that since we all wanted to be in bed early. We ordered room service and were sleeping by 10pm.

I'm an early riser and was up just after 6am the following morning. I knew Liz would sleep in a bit and kind of assumed the same for Wendy, so I went downstairs to get a paper and came back to the room and made coffee. I must have been out on the balcony an hour when the first sign on life made their way out to the balcony. It was Wendy.

"Hey Wendy, how did you sleep?" I asked.

"I slept great, Adam," she said. "Thanks for asking. I think I might have got a little too much sun though yesterday afternoon. My shoulders feel a little burned."

"They look a little red," I said back. "Do you have any aloe along?"

"I put some on last night, but I don't think it did the trick. Liz said she had some that might be more soothing. I'll just ask her later when she wakes up. I think I'm going to take a shower first," she said.

"Ok, well, why don't you do that and I'll go into our bedroom and see if I can find Liz's bottle. That way when you're done you can put it. How does that sound?" I asked.

"Thanks, Adam. That's nice of you," she said. "And thanks again for being so inviting on this trip. I wasn't sure I wanted to come after all that happened, and I still worry I'm going to ruin your trip."

"Wendy, don't even say that. We're happy you're along," I said, even though at the time I wasn't maybe being totally truthful.

She went off to take a shower while I crept into our bedroom. I wasn't surprised to see Liz still totally out. After all, the day before had been long for all of us and it still wasn't quite 8am. After finding the bottle I was looking for I went back out to the balcony and reading my paper.

About 20 minutes later Wendy once again emerged from inside. Her hair was still wet and she had on a robe.

"Here's that aloe Liz had told you about," I said as I handed it to her.

"Oh thanks," she said. ‘This will be perfect. Do you think you could put it on my back?"

"Oh....sure," I responded, trying not to sound surprised or uncomfortable. I knew Liz wouldn't mind, but I was kind of surprised Wendy asked me to do this. I didn't think it was like her at all to ask.

I stood up out of my chair while Wendy loosened her robe enough for it to just slide off her shoulders. She held it in place to make sure her chest was covered at all times, but she clearly had nothing on under her robe. I squirted some in my hands and started to apply it to her back.

"That feels good," she said. "I basically had to take a cold shower because my shoulders and upper back hurt so much."

"Well, this should make it better," I said as I rubbed aloe on her shoulders and back, thinking I might just need a cold shower after as well.

I'm not sure what it was, but this whole scenario kind of had me excited. It's not every day I get to rub lotion/aloe on the back of a pretty woman who isn't my wife. Add to that my wife was sleeping in just the other room while I did it unbeknownst to her. I guess the whole thing was kind of erotic in its own way.

I probably wasted some aloe when I insisted I should apply more. Wendy didn't fight it and I kind of think she was enjoying the whole thing too.

"What's going on out here?" a voice that sounded very much like my wife asked.

I think both Wendy and I were a little startled.

"Oh nothing, honey," I stammered as I quickly finished up and Wendy closed her robe. My wife just laughed.

"Settle down, honey. I'm just giving you a little shit," she said with a laugh.

"I hope you don't mind that I borrowed your husband's hands to rub aloe on my back Liz," Wendy said. "It's just that I burned more than I thought yesterday."

"No worries," my wife replied. "He actually gives a pretty good back rub, doesn't he?"

Wendy laughed, knowing my wife was having some fun at my expense. "I'm not complaining. Of course, that's the most action I've gotten in a month. I should be complaining," she said with a laugh.

"Quit giving the surrogate lotion and aloe applier a hard time girls, or he might just find other women that need his services," I said jokingly.

After a day by the pool with plenty of sun, a brief excursion along the strip, followed by a fantastic steak dinner the three of us were spent. Wendy offered to stay down by the restaurant bar if Liz and I wanted to go back to the room. I knew what she meant and appreciated the offer, but Liz was having none of it.

"You're not staying down here!" Liz said. "If we want to have sex we have our own bedroom."

A few years back on a vacation to Mexico, Liz and I had sex on our balcony a number of times. I'd be lying if I didn't subconsciously want a repeat performance on this trip, but at the same time we had to be cognizant of our guest on the trip.

The girls bought a bottle of wine and we decided to have a night cap back on our balcony. The night sky had long taken over, but the sounds of waves crashing up on shore coupled with the cool evening breeze was very welcomed after another day full of sun. We had just sat down when Liz spoke up.

"You know, Adam, I think I need you to rub some of that aloe on my shoulders and back before bed. Can you do that?" Liz asked.

"I'd be happy to honey. I'll do that right before bed," I responded.

"Could you do it now?" she asked.

"Well, I suppose," I said looking kind of confused. "Do you want me to go into our room and get it?"

"Sure,' she said. "That is, if Wendy doesn't mind?"

"I don't mind at all," Wendy said. "When you're done with him I might need some too."

I wasn't going to complain. Two beautiful women who needed a rub down? That sounded like something I could handle.

I retrieved the aloe and Liz was my first patient. She still had her sundress on and just pushed the straps over her shoulders. The dress was a little loose-fitting so I knew she's had to hold it up or Wendy would get a look at her bare chest. It wouldn't be the first time as I knew they had changed in front of each other before, but it might be a little uncomfortable for her with me rubbing my wife down.

There wasn't anything I did special. Liz sort of jumped from the cool sensations when I first applied it on her shoulders. After a short time she was becoming more relaxed and I could tell because she wasn't paying as much attention to her sundress. In the dark night I could see the top of her nipples peaking out. Wendy might not have been able to for the simple fact she was sitting a few feet away.

Realizing my wife was dropping her guard just a bit I became a more brazen too. My hands rubbed her shoulders and upper back at length, but I also felt I needed to rub some on her chest. I gently applied more on her chest above her breasts. Her nipples were certainly visible now. When my head lifted up to Wendy I could see her watching intently.

I allowed my right hand to slide between her two mounds and pushed her dress down further as now her bare chest was clearly visible. After a few swipes of my hands over her erect nipples I lifted her dress and stopped. She was visibly shaken and I could tell a little upset that I was done....for now. It also broke an awkward silence.

"Sorry Liz, if I wasn't here I think that might have gone a little farther," Wendy joked.

"You're next Wendy so don't be sorry," was my wife's reply.

I wasn't sure what she meant but I made my way over to Wendy's chair. It wasn't different than when I applied the aloe earlier in the day, other than this time my wife was watching me do it.

Wendy's sundress was strapless so I just went right to work. Earlier that day her shoulders were tight and probably a little apprehensive with me massaging her. I'm not sure if it was the alcohol, her being more comfortable around us, or both, but I sensed she was much more relaxed and open.

Liz watched from her chair. I think she was really liking this as much or more than me. I would have rubbed the aloe on Wendy all night if you had let me. I did rub some on her chest but I wasn't near as forthcoming as with my wife. My fingers would slip just slightly below the top of Wendy's sundress. It was just enough to feel a little flesh of her breasts but no more. When doing it, Wendy never even flinched.

After a good rubdown I had completed my task. I was also trying to hide the start of an erection. I was sure Liz was wet and ready to retreat to bed, but much to my surprise she wasn't quite yet.

"You know, honey," my wife said to me. "Your shoulders look a little red too. I think Wendy and I should return the favor and put some aloe on you. What do you think Wendy?"

Surprisingly Wendy didn't balk at the offer. I assumed she would.

"That's fine, I guess," I said. "But we need to get to bed soon."

Everyone paused. A look of fright fell over Wendy's face.

"I'm sorry, that came out wrong," I said. " I mean we all have to get to bed because we have to be up early to leave and on the bus by 7:30."

Truth be told, I wouldn't care if it meant missing the bus and trip altogether if it meant being in bed with both of these beautiful women. But that was just a daydream.

I sat down in one of the lounge chairs on the balcony. Liz had stolen the bottle of aloe from me and was ready to get started. Wendy again seemed apprehensive, but with some encouragement from Liz we were in business.

I will say this once, but the only thing better than two soft hands rubbing your body is four. They both had soft hands that excited me with their touch. They worked my back and shoulders first, then moved to my chest and stomach. I could feel my erection in my khaki's and wondered if it was visible to the two of them.

The massage didn't last more than five minutes. When they had finished the three of us all went inside. Wendy retreated to her room, and Liz and I to ours.

We wasted no time and attacked each other when the door shut. I slid her dress down her body until it hit the floor. In a swift motion she had my pants unbuttoned and removed. I threw her down on our bed and removed her heels. I kissed her toes, her legs, and proceeded to her thighs.

Her heavy breathing relayed I was doing my job. I peeled off her thong and got my first look of the night at her pretty, pink pussy. It glistened with her juices.

I worked my mouth over her nub and soon had her making audible sounds I was sure our roommate might be able to hear. She was begging for me to fuck her but I wanted to make her squirt and cum first. I spread her legs back over her head while I hummed on her clit with my mouth. Almost in an instant her body began convulsing uncontrollably and completely wet my face.

When she gets like this she almost goes into an unconscious state. Her eyes had rolled back in her head. She laid motionless with every few seconds her body going into a few short, quick spasms.

I stood up, took my cock in hand and placed it at her entrance. I ran it up and down her slit wetting my cock with her juices.

"Did you like watching me massage your friend before?" I asked. "Did it make you hot?"

"Yes, it did," she responded.

"Did you like when she was touching all over my body?" I asked.

"You know I did, honey," she replied.

"Do you wish she was watching us right now?" I'd ask.

"I do. Please just fuck me honey," she begged.

I figured that was enough torture. For her and for me. My cock couldn't be any harder than it was right now. I plunged into her in one, swift motion. She let out a loud scream that could be heard back in the states.

There was no making love taking place now. I was just fucking her.

"Oh fuck, honey....that feels so fucking good," she'd say encouraging me along. "Fuck my pussy harder!"

"You like being dirty, don't you?" I'd ask.

"Oh, you know it baby."

I stopped fucking her and hopped up on the bed and stuck my cock in her waiting mouth.

"Suck my cock, baby. Suck it!" I demanded.

She wasted no time. When we were younger this kind of sex wasn't out of the ordinary, but these days this happened very rarely. That's why it was nice to get out of our routine and put in a sexy environment. It always made Liz break our of her "home" shell.

"I want to fuck you more," I told her as she took her mouth off my cock. "Roll over so I can fuck you doggystyle."

She got on her knees and aimed her ass as my staring cock. Without any warning I put all seven inches inside her.

"Oh fuck, Adam....that feels so good. I want you to fuck me like this all night," she said.

I knew that wasn't going to happen. In fact, I had to do everything in my power not to cum earlier. The sight of my cock plunging into her while I slapped that terrific ass was sending me close to be edge. I stopped again and then got on my back. In no time she climbed on top of me and started to bounce up and down on my cock.

That familiar feeling was building up in my toes. Before I knew it there was no turning back.

"I'm going to cum, honey," I warned her.

Liz hopped off me and went to sucking my cock. Feverishly she stroked my cock with her mouth over me until I was shooting stream after stream of my hot cum into her welcoming mouth. She tried her hardest to make sure she got it all but it leaked out the sides of her mouth.

"Holy shit! What in the world got into you?" I asked.

"I don't know," Liz said still clearly reeling from the great sex. "I guess it goes all the way back to this morning seeing you rub that lotion on Wendy. Then tonight coming back here and all of us rubbing each other....it just took me to a place I haven't been in a while."

"Well, I'm not arguing," I said. "It worked out quite well for me too.

"Let me ask you something," I said. "When you were watching me rub down Wendy did you kind of wish it had been you rubbing her down?"

Liz blushed. I knew the answer, but I wanted to hear her say it.

"Maybe a little," she replied. "Was it that obvious?"

"It wasn't obvious. But I know you," I said.

She leaned in and kissed me as our tongues shared a moment. I could still taste a bit of my sperm in her mouth.

"Do you think you have it in you for a ‘gentle' session yet tonight?" Liz asked.

"I thought you'd never ask," I said with a smile.

We kissed and then made love to each other one more time that night.

On Friday morning we were ready to set out on our fun-filled day of activities. The bus would be arriving shortly to pick us up and take to our destination. I had been ready for about an hour already, but of course the girls were dragging behind a bit.

"Liz, can you come into my room for a minute?" Wendy asked. "I have to show you something."

Liz went into Wendy's room and closed the door behind her. I could hear the two of them talking but had no idea what it could be about. All I knew was that in 15 minutes our bus was leaving whether we were on it or not.

Ten minutes passed. Finally, I knocked on Wendy's door and said we had to go.

"Girls, we need to be on this bus in five minutes," I said.

"Hold on, Adam," my wife responded.

"Honey," I said. "The bus is going to leave without us. We already paid for this excursion. Let's go."

"Well, come here then," I heard from my wife.

"No Liz, I don't want him coming in here right now." Wendy demanded.

I paused. Now I had briefly forgot all about the bus and was wondering what in the heck could be going on in there.

"It's ok, Wendy," I heard Liz say. "Adam will give you his honest opinion."

"Fine!" was all I could hear Wendy exclaim.

"Ok, come in Adam," my wife told me.

I opened the door and didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. My wife and Wendy were both standing in their bikinis and facing me. It was a sight that, while nice to look at, was something I had gotten used to the past couple days.

"So what's the issue?" I asked. "We have to be in the bus in like two minutes."

"Well, do you remember that bikini I told you that Wendy tried on?" my wife asked. "You know the one, I showed it to you online and was hoping Wendy would get it but she didn't."

Oh, I knew. But I was playing dumb. The bottoms maybe covered about half of an ass, and that might be generous.

"Yeah, I think I remember," I said trying to be as believable as possible. "Why?"

"Well, this past week Wendy went back and decided to buy it," Liz said. "Now she's afraid to go out in it."

I instantly became excited. Wendy had a gorgeous ass and all of the suits she had worn so far clearly displayed that, but they also were very conservative and revealed little, if any, for lack of a better term, ass flesh.

"So what do you need me for?" I asked.

"I need you to tell her she looks spectacular in it," Liz said. "Turn around Wendy."

Wendy looked at my wife almost as if to say she was giving up. I think Liz had a little bit of mind control over her. Not in a bad way, but I think she tried to be an influence for Wendy and was in search of getting her to be more confident.

"Well, I guess if I'm going out in it you're going to see anyway, Adam. So here it is," Wendy said as she turned around.

When I say spectacular I'm not even doing it justice. Wendy's ass is a piece of artwork. The only issue was that the suits she had worn the past few days left a tan line that looked a little odd.

"Wendy, I think you look great, and I'm not just saying that," I told her as I tried to assist in building her confidence.

"Thanks, Adam that's sweet," she responded. "But what about these tan lines, Liz? I can't go out like this."

My wife, always one with a plan and answer, had an idea.

"Wait here," she said. "I have the perfect solution."

Liz ran to our bedroom leaving Wendy and I to just look at each other and sort of roll our eyes. In a flash Liz was back in our room holding the solution in her hands.

"I have this self-tan applicator that I use. In fact, I had to use it yesterday and this morning for some of my noticeable lines, and you can't even tell," Liz said.

My wife might have been fibbing a bit. She stayed pretty tan all year round with never a noticeable tan line on her body. But I knew her heart was in the right place and she wanted Wendy to be able to go out in that suit.

"Ok, Adam, you need to call down to the front desk and tell them we'll be down in 10 minutes and to hold the bus. Just say we had a minor emergency and are on our way," Liz commanded.

I learned long ago not to argue and made the call despite being certain my attempt would be futile. I was wrong. They said they could wait until 7:45.

"Here's what we need to do, because we have to hurry," my wife said. "I'm going to apply the applicator on your right cheek Wendy, and Adam is going to have to do your left."

She said it trying to pass it off as just another thing, but that was hardly the case.

"Liz, oh my god, your husband is not going to do that to me. No!" Wendy exclaimed.

"Listen, we don't have much time. Besides, last night he rubbed your shoulders and you rubbed his back, shoulders, and chest. It's not like this is sex." Liz said.

I didn't say a word. I understood Wendy's apprehension, and I certainly wasn't going to rub her ass down unless she was ok with it. Is it something I didn't want to do? Not at all. I actually wanted to.

"Fine!" Wendy retorted. "Let's get this over with."

"Ok, well drop your trunks," my wife told Wendy as she dropped another bomb on us.

"What? Are you crazy?" Wendy exclaimed.

"Wendy, we can't do this the right way with your trunks on," Liz said. "Tell Wendy you won't look, Adam."

That wasn't true, but I said it anyway.

"I won't look Wendy. Let's just hurry this up," I said. "We only have a couple minutes."

Reluctantly, Wendy untied the strings and her black bottoms dropped to the floor. What started with me pounding on the bedroom door had turned into one of the more highly erotic moments in my wife.

Liz squirted some of the applicator in my hands, then in hers, and we went to work. Wendy's ass was so smooth. It was also the first ass I had fondled besides my wife's in more than 10 years. I paid special attention to my task assuming this could very well be the last time I get to do anything like this again. When I looked over at my wife she just smiled and gave a sort of wicked stare. I couldn't help but wonder what that might mean.

I could feel the excitement in my cock and my wife sensed it too. She freed her left from Wendy's ass and placed it over my trunks for a brief few seconds and gave me a wink. What in the heck was she up to?.

Much to my chagrin we finished in less than just a couple minutes. Wendy picked up her bottoms and retreated to her bathroom to put them on. We packed up and headed down to catch our bus.

"So what in the heck was that all about?" I asked Liz on the bus.

"What do you mean?" Liz asked with a devilish grin.

"Liz....what are you up to?" I asked.

"Oh relax, Adam," she said. "I'm not up to anything. But it was kind of hot, wasn't it?"

I knew my wife. For as excited as I got rubbing Wendy's ass, I'd venture to guess it made her wet too. We discussed in vivid detail our sexual experiences prior to meeting, and also divulged our secret fantasies to one another. We also both acknowledged that while hot, it was probably a road neither of us would ever be comfortable going down. But was Liz changing her mind? Maybe? I didn't know.

That morning was a blast. The three of us did some snorkeling and followed it up with zip-lining. I zip-lined once in college on spring break but neither of the girls had ever gone.

We packed a lunch that morning and would eat when we got to the beach. Honestly, I was looking forward to Wendy having to take off her shorts and seeing her in her clad swimsuit bottoms. Inside I wondered if she was as nervous as I was excited.

Our condo was at a resort which was adults only. We liked that aspect for laying out by the pool and enjoying peace and quiet. Nothing against kids, after all, we have two of them ourselves, but if we wanted kids around we could have brought them with us. But this beach was littered with kids everywhere. And while it wasn't a small beach, it wasn't the peace and quiet we were used to.

As we searched for a spot to settle in, an older couple we met on our excursion walked by.

"You three are going to set up over here?" the gentleman asked.

"We don't have much choice, do we?" I asked back.

"Well, down a couple hundred yards is a private, adults-only beach. That's where we're going," he said. "I can't handle this racket."

I looked at the girls and wondered if they'd mind going a little more ways and they seemed fine with the hike. I thanked the nice gentlemen and we were on our way.

At the end of the public beach there was a sign denoting the start of the private beach. It also stated on the sign that nude sunbathing was allowed, but public sex acts were strictly prohibited.

"Hey girls, look....you can both get naked if you want," I joked. "Just make sure you don't get too carried away."

"Funny stuff, Adam," my wife Liz responded.

"What? I'm just letting you both know that it's ok to get naked if you want. Don't shoot the messenger," I said.

We walked a few hundred yards more when I couldn't go anymore. The cooler was heavy and I had three chairs draped over my shoulder.

"I think this looks like a good spot," I said. "We're far enough away from the public beach and we don't really have anyone around us. This work for you two?"

"I like it," said Wendy.

I set up the three chairs and the girls laid out their towels. Wendy had carried an umbrella for some shade in case we needed it, and I dove into the cooler to grab a cold beer and sandwich.

This was kind of the moment I had been waiting for. Wendy was finally going to have to remove those shorts.

"Wendy, I think it's time to liberate you," my wife said.

"I've been dreading this moment all day," Wendy joked. "I knew it was only a matter of time."

In my opinion there wasn't a lot to be nervous about. After all, my wife and I had already seen her in it, and in addition to that the beach was spread out enough that there weren't many people around us at all. In fact, the nearest people to us must have been 50 yards away. That said, I guess the aspect of being out in public with them on is probably what did it.

She looked around to check if anyone was watching and dropped the shorts to the ground.

"Whoooo hoooo," Liz cooed cheering her friend on. "You look spectacular and have nothing to be embarrassed about."

"Thanks, Liz....but you know me. I kind of feel uncomfortable but it'll get better,' Wendy said.

"And that self-tanning applicator worked its magic again. You can't even tell," my wife commented.

I just enjoyed the show. Wendy looked great. My wife looked great. At that point I was the luckiest man on the beach toting two hot beauties by my side.

An hour or so had passed, and I was about three beers in and done reading my magazine.

"You know, this is a nude beach," I told the girls. "If you two want to get naked I won't look."

They could sense my sarcasm, but my wife was clearly willing to play along.

"I don't know about Wendy, but I've always thought about what it would be like to go topless on a beach like this," Liz said.

"You're full of surprises," Wendy joked. "But I actually think most women probably think that a time or to....that's where it ends though."

"Well, it's not like a ton of people are around," I replied back. "This could be both of yours big opportunity," I suggested.

I could tell it kind of had them thinking. There were a few other naked people on the beach, but as I said before they weren't that close to us.

"Is that a dare?" my wife asked.

"It's wasn't a dare, but what if I made it one?" I said.

My wife kind of raised her brow. I knew that look. She liked the thought of it, and at that split second I thought it could happen.

"Are you seriously considering it?" Wendy asked.

"Maybe," Liz replied. "If I did it would you?"

Wendy laughed. "You think I'm that easy?" she mused. "But maybe. Those two Lime-A-Rita's your husband gave me might just make me brave enough."

I couldn't believe it. Just two days ago I kind of thought Wendy was a square. She was really opening up. I think the previous night and earlier in the morning had her worked up as well and wondering how far this could go.

"Screw it....I'll do it if you do," my wife said.

Wendy laughed again and then looked around at her surroundings. She was seriously mulling it over.

"Ok," she said.

"Ok?" Liz asked. "Are you saying we're going to do this?"

"I guess. I mean, we are in Mexico. Besides, your husband has already rubbed my ass and seen me with my bottoms completely off," Wendy said. "And it's not like any of these people will ever see me again."

I just stayed quiet and didn't say a word. The two of them had essentially talked themselves into doing it without much coercing from me. I assumed anything I said could only ruin the chances of it happening. My thought was the longer they thought about it the less likely it was to happen. Finally, Liz stood up.

"Well, if we're going to do it, let's do it. Stand up, honey," my wife told me. "Can you untie my top?"

"I sure can," I said as I rushed to my feet.

She had it double-knotted so it was a little tricky but I finally got it. I think the fact my hands were shaking didn't help matters.

"Here we go," my wife said as she lifted the bikini top over her head.

"Wow, you're really doing it," Wendy said. "I guess I can't chicken out now. Do you mind giving me a hand, Adam?"

"Do I mind? Not at all," I said.

I untied her top as well. She was a little apprehensive, but after some encouragement from Liz she let the straps fall from her shoulders and her breasts appeared.

They looked spectacular. Even Liz liked what she was seeing.

"Wow, Wendy," she said. "Those look great!"

"Yeah, Wendy," I said. "You look beautiful."

"Thanks," she said with a little apprehension. "I can't believe I'm doing this. What have you two done to me?"

"We're helping you to feel liberated, Wendy," my wife said. "If I had your body I'd never put clothes on."

Now, my wife was being modest. For a 35-year-old who had two kids she looked great. While she might not have looked like she was in college anymore she could certainly pass for someone in her late 20s.

I watched intently as the both of them rubbed suntan lotion on their tits. Wendy's nipples were perked up and looked to be on fire from her touch. Liz massaged her own breasts looking around to see who might be watching. I still don't think anybody around us had taken notice.

Of course, being a male I still wasn't satisfied having two topless girls by my side.

"You know, technically this is a nude beach," I said almost sarcastically.

"Oh my gosh, Adam....you won't stop," Wendy remarked.

"He's a male, Wendy....its in his DNA," Liz said.

"Oh yeah, I forgot," Wendy joked.

"Besides, the only way my bottoms come off is if Adam's do as well," my wife said. "It's only fair."

Was I hearing this correctly? Now my wife was daring and challenging me? I have to admit that the idea turned me on too, and if it meant getting them completely naked it might just be worth it. That said, with their tits staring me in the face and those two tight bottoms barely covered, I was already sporting a semi-erection.

"So, let me get this straight....if I take off my trunks the two of you get naked too?" I asked.

"I never said that," Wendy shot back.

"Oh c'mon," said Liz. "He's gotten a show. I think it's only fair we get a little something out of this too."

"I can't believe I'm even considering this," said Wendy. "But I'll do it. You up for the challenge, Adam?"

So much for this shy and prudish girl. Wendy was into it. I knew Liz was just from last night and this morning, but somehow she had Wendy thinking about it and liking it too.

"I'd be kind of foolish to pass up this opportunity," I announced. "So I'll do it, but the two of you have to take yours off first."

"I'm not sure that sounds fair," Liz replied. "But if Wendy is game I am too."

Wendy looked around and a smirk came across her face. "Ok, but I'm not standing up to draw attention to myself."

And she didn't. She untied the strings on each side of her bottoms, lifted up her ass and flung them in her bag. I would have never thought that out of three of us she would be the first one naked.

That was all the motivation my wife needed. It didn't take her 10 seconds and she was out of her bottoms as well.

"I'm so wet right now," Liz said, I think startling Wendy with those words. "Ok, mister, those trunks need to come off now too."

"I guess a deal is a deal," I said.

Wendy and Liz made room in-between them for my towel. I plopped down and Liz volunteered to help.

"Let me get those things off for you," she said.

My cock was fully erect in my trunks, and another first was about to happen. This would be the first time in over 10 years someone other than my wife would be seeing my like this.

Wendy had become quiet. I think she was past the point of being apprehensive, but she was surely unsure with how this would play out.

Liz untied the strings to my trunks. I lifted myself off the towel just enough for her to slide them down. And there I was....just as naked as my wife and her best friend on a beach in Mexico with a hard cock standing at attention.

"Holy cow, Adam," my wife said. "Someone is a little excited."

"It's kind of hard not to be sitting next to the two of you," I replied.

Wendy just sat and stared in silence.

"Are you uncomfortable, Wendy?" my wife asked.

"A little," she said back. "I'm just trying to wrap my mind around how things got to this point."

"Well don't," Liz said. "What happens in Mexico stays in Mexico."

This whole time Liz was nonchalantly jerking me off. Every couple of seconds or so she would lift her head and look around to see if anyone was watching. With the chairs, cooler, and umbrella we had sort of blocked off some sight lines, so I was pretty sure people couldn't see her doing it.

"Do you want to touch it, Wendy?" my wife asked her.

"Are you serious?" she asked back.

"Sure, and I know he's not going to argue."

Liz was right. I wasn't arguing. Wendy looked like she needed a little more encouragement, so Liz reached across my body and grabbed her hand and guided it until it was resting on my cock. Instinctively Wendy slowly started stroking my cock in her hand.

My wife brought her mouth to mine and gave me a deep, passionate kiss.

"You're not made at me are you?" she asked.

"I'm not," I replied. "But are you sure about this?"

"Yes, I am," she whispered back.

She lowered her head until she got to my cock with her mouth and licked the head while Wendy still jerked me off. Liz's right hand cupped my balls.

I wasn't sure how we had gotten to this point but I was in no position to argue. To gauge our surroundings I sat up on my elbows and looked around. When I was sure no one was watching I laid back down and enjoyed the oral ministrations Liz was administrating on my cock while Wendy jerked me off.

"I don't think I've ever seen your cock this hard, honey," Liz said. "You really like this."

"Yes, I do," was all I could mumble.

"Do you want to try putting it in your mouth?" my wife asked Wendy.

I wasn't sure how Wendy would react, but I think she was a point where she knew it was likely going to happen anyway, so she didn't give my wife a chance to change her mind.

"Sure, I thought you'd never ask," she said.

And like that her mouth moved over my cock and she licked intently. My mind was racing and trying to replay in my head how this all unfolded.

With each of my hands I reached for a breast of each of them. With my left had I kneaded Wendy's nipples in my finger as the touch made her hum with my cock in her mouth.

Liz continued to massage my balls and relaxed as I rubbed her tits with my right hand. I could see a wet spot between her legs and wanted to reach out and touch her but couldn't reach from my position.

"Can I have a turn again?" my wife asked Wendy.

"You sure can, Liz," she said. "Your husband's cock is so nice."

"I know," Liz replied. "I'm glad you like it too."

Liz's mouth replaced Wendy's and she went back to work. I knew it would be hard for us to do much more on the beach without being busted but I wasn't exactly thinking straight at that time either. I continued to massage Wendy's tits with my left hand when I pulled her into me.

Our lips met and shared a passionate kiss. She slid up closer to me to where I could reach between her legs and rub her hot and wet pussy. The first touch soaked my hand as Wendy let out a stifled moan. Liz lifted her head from my cock to see what was happening.

"Oh my god, you two," she said. "It's so hot watching that. Make her cum, Adam!" my wife begged.

I had two fingers that had slid into her slit and searched for her clit. When I found it Wendy subconsciously spread her legs to allow me easier access. Liz was now really getting into it and had taken almost my entire cock into her throat.

Wendy's breathing was getting heavier and heavier and I would tell she was close to cumming. My right hand, which had been paying close attention to Liz's tits, moved over to between Wendy's legs and replaced my left hand, which in turn went back to fondling Wendy's mounds.

I shared a long passionate kiss with Wendy again to muffle her moans as she exploded to orgasm on my right hand. We broke our kiss and Wendy just collapsed on her back for a break.

Knowing she was taken care of I then directed my attention to my wife Liz. She continued to feverishly suck my cock while I did my best to re-position her without her having to stop.

By the time I got her body switched around to where her pussy was only inches from my face Wendy had come back to life. She started to lick my balls and the length of my cock when it would leave Liz's mouth.

I wondered to myself if the two of them were going to kiss or just continue to orally stimulate me. Either way I was fine. As if almost reading my mind the two of them simultaneously licked the head of my cock and allowed their tongues to brush one another.

Trying to hold back my orgasm I had pushed two fingers into Liz's pussy and knew I wanted her to cum before I did. My biggest challenge with her was going to be keeping her quiet.

Once again I sat up and rested on my elbows to see if anyone was watching us. To my knowledge they weren't, and if someone was they were doing one helluva job hiding it. I went back to concentrating on my wife and inserted two fingers back in her pussy and my pinky finger in her ass. I knew this would do the trick and I was right.

"Oh my god, Adam," she moaned. "Yes, yes, yes, yes!!!!"

Her orgasm might have lasted two minutes as she soaked my right hand. The whole time her and Wendy continued to share my cock in their mouths.

Liz got back to her original position to be more comfortable. She would take all seven inches of my cock into her mouth and then switch with Wendy.

"It's so hot watching you suck my husband's cock," she would tell Wendy.

"I still can't believe I'm doing this," Wendy would say between slurps. "I'm just happy you're sharing."

Their talk back and forth was getting me more and more excited.

"I don't think I can go much longer," I announced. "I'm going to cum."

Upon my announcement Liz just went to jerking me off while Wendy watched.

"Here it comes," Liz said as she could feel my body starting to convulse.

The first shot of cum landed about halfway up my belly and was followed by another stream that landed almost at my neck. The remaining spurts landed on my stomach before the final streams dribbled out into Liz's hand.

"Holy shit, Adam," my wife said. "I don't think I've ever seen you cum that much in your life."

She was right. I couldn't believe it either.

"We better get a napkin for you to clean up this mess," my wife said to me.

"I can help," said Wendy volunteering.

I assumed she meant grabbing a napkin, but instead she lowered her mouth onto my chest and licked part of it up with her tongue. It felt so good. Not wanting to be outdone my wife Liz joined in on the party and licked up any spurts she could find. For the finale they both licked the head of my cock and had the entire mess cleaned up and in their stomachs.

"That was the single hottest sexual experience of my life," Wendy said as she sat back fully naked on her towel. "I'm not sure that one can be topped."

"Oh, it can be topped," Liz shot back. "We just have to get creative."

Wendy didn't reply, but I had a hunch she might be willing to go further, and judging by my wife's comment I was certain she was too.

I looked at the clock on my phone and realized that our bus would be taking us back to the hotel in about 45 minutes.

"You know what," I said. "We better get dressed and head back over to the dock or we're going to miss our ride back to the resort."

I could tell both girls were slow to get going, but we all dressed and loaded up our gear to make the walk back. No one said a lot about what had just happened, but I think all of us were thinking about what the next day and a half might have in store.

Part 2 will follow in the coming days

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