In the middle of a Canadian winter, a beach house on the Yucatan Peninsula sounded like a promise from God, so we booked it. We had been looking for a way to spend some quality time with a couple of friends, and a week in Mexico sounded like a chance to get deeper into one another other, so to speak. We were away for the week, just the four of us. No kids, no work, no worries. Despite the 20-year age gap between us, our younger friends approached the important stuff in life from the same angle we did, and we found we could talk through most everything else.
Since we were on the same page most of the time, Ella and I weren't really surprised when our friends tentatively suggested that we see how compatible we were in bed too. Understandably, they were a little awkward about it, unsure about crossing invisible lines in the relationship. We hastened to reassure them that we had also been thinking about exploring the possibilities with them, but didn't want to look like old cougars trying to take advantage of people half their age. Once we dismantled that idea, they were quick to encourage us, affirming that they did not think of us as older. In fact, Jack insisted, age seemed irrelevant.
"We see you two as our peers," Jack went on. "We love being around you both and this trip was the best idea. A whole week without any distractions except those we make for ourselves. I'm getting excited just imaging the possibilities," Jack joked. "And I have to confess that when Anne and I talk about what it would be like to experiment with another couple, we really can't imagine any other people we know who would be more open than you two." Jack's gaze travelled over Ella as he spoke. "And just so you know, we think you're both in great shape." Unconsciously or not, Jack was staring at Ella's tits. I glanced over at Anne and caught her looking at my crotch. She jerked her gaze away then smiled, only slightly embarrassed.
To be fair, Ella has great tits. They are hard not to stare at even if you're not looking forward to getting your hands on them. But Jack clearly was. At five-two Ella was stacked and built for a good time, as the kids used to say. Jack knew he would be getting a free pass to go on the Ella-ride and he looked like he was getting started early. I felt much the same way about Anne. She was not much taller than Ella, maybe five-five and her breasts were smaller, but she had an ass that made her arch her back slightly to help keep her balance and compensate for the sculpted globes that quivered gently when she walked.
Anyway... physically I think we intrigued one another. I had pictured Anne's perfect ass on display more than once, and I saw Ella glancing at Jack's crotch more than a few times when he wasn't looking. But Anne was. Anne noticed her friend ogling her husband on more than one occasion, although she never mentioned anything. Anne was more interested in watching Ella gawk at Jacks' crotch than being proprietary about him. It always seemed to me that Anne might like to find out just how responsive her husband could be with another woman. Or with another couple, with any luck at all.
Now here we were in Mexico on vacation. Just the four of us for a week with limited Internet and nothing to do but satisfy our curiosity. We decided to try things out the first night. So we spent the night with each other's espousa.
Having already decided to spend the night with each other's mates, we had to negotiate a rejection-safe, mutually acceptable route to our respective rooms without looking too excited. We had all agreed, we wanted the experience, we trusted each other and we all thought that the Mexican beach house was a great place to do this. But it was getting late and even after a couple of tequila shots no one was making a move.
"Anne, lets take a shower," I suggested. "Its late, it's stinking hot out there tonight and the a/c is not the greatest. A shower will cool us off." It was as good a way as any of pairing off with Anne and giving Ella and Jack a path to follow at the same time.
"Don't use all the water," Ella warned me. "We're next, right Jack?"
"Absolutely," Jack replied. "Gotta stay cool." I checked to make sure he knew he was being a smart-ass. He did. I opened he door to the bathroom for Anne and smiled at Ella and Jack as I closed the door behind us.
Wet Dreams
By the time I turned around Anne had shed her shorts and T-shirt and was standing naked, hands at her sides, chin up and ready for inspection. She was determined to do this, but not too sure how. I thought I could help us along.
"Relax, you're one of those women who look even better naked than they do with clothes on." I stepped closer and put my hands on her bare shoulders. She shivered, I slid my hands down to cover both small, shapely breasts, so different than Ella's. Her nipples were erect. I played with them, squeezing, pinching, flicking and pulling the hard nubs between my thumbs and forefingers. Anne began panting gently but made no effort to touch me, preferring to be handled instead.
I took a step back and turned on the shower. I smiled and took her hand, coaxing her into the warm water spray. The second I turned to face her Anne flattened herself against me. Her nipples dug into my chest. I felt her lips on my neck and her pussy pushing against my cock. My hands went to that amazing ass like magnets to metal. I held a globe in each hand and squeezed. She squirmed, and sealed her stomach against mine, trapping my erect cock between us. I slapped one cheek hard. The sound echoed in the tiny shower stall but was muffled by the sound of the water, I hoped.
"You must have guessed that I have wanted to get my hands on your ass for awhile now, yes?" I could see her struggling to formulate a coherent reply. Not an easy task when a man is kneading your ass and his cock is a rigid pole trapped against your pussy.
"Yes," she managed. Her voice was hoarse, thick with the need to satisfy herself. Her hands found my hips and she worked her slit up and down the thick shaft of my cock. I struggled to get the head of my boner started into her, but she kept it moving on her clit, sluicing water over cock and cunt. My need to fuck her became almost intolerable.
She moaned and bit my neck. My cock got harder, if that was possible. She slid slowly down my chest and stomach; her hard pointed nipples traced grooves through the water on my skin, never breaking contact until she slipped down to her knees. Soaking wet under the shower spray, she slicked back her hair with both hands. The tip of her tongue flicked over my erection, then she licked the length of my cock from its' base to its' head. She took the head of my cock into her mouth and sucked on it, just the head.
She was teasing me and I groaned in frustration. The need to drive my cock down her throat was unbearable. Suddenly, as though she could sense my edge, she slid the full shaft into her mouth and sucked my cock like she had been practising all week.
We spent the night fucking; literally just resting between fucks. Screwing someone twenty years your junior has its pros and cons. She could fuck non-stop and not run out of energy, and she could suck my cock almost as well as Ella. But to be fair, Ella has no serious competition in that area.
Anne was used to dominating but she wanted to be dominated too. No cliché whips and chains for Anne. She was into something a little subtler. She wanted to be overcome, but only when she wanted to be. She liked being forced but she wasn't into pain or anything past mild discomfort really. She wanted to have the choice taken away from her, but only so she could absolve herself of blame for being such a slut. And she wanted to indulge in being a slut without any guilt. It was complicated. I didn't care. I cared that I was able to pump my stiff cock in and out of that perfect ass several times during the night. If I close my eyes I can still hear how she squeals when she cums. I'll think about that every time I look at her. One of the pros about fucking older guys is that there's no need to waste time on second-guessing your own motives when you don't need a justification to have sex, just an opportunity. Older guys like me can actually model that behaviour.
