For ShadowRosie and Poh Mi
It had been almost seven months since our first experience in bisexuality. Our experience was excellent and very rewarding for both of us and it had made our union more solid. Plus, we were the best of friends, sharing everything with delight. Our sex was never better; illuminating, sensual and utterly satisfying. Our anniversary was coming up and an idea had formed in my head, one that I would make happen.
Rita and Mo were a solid couple now and heading toward becoming engaged. We played with them several times with "play" being the operative word. We tried and enjoyed every fantasy we'd shared and we were really wallowing in our new found freedom. And actually, we'd all become much closer to each other. I respected and admired Mo for his ability to cut to the chase; he was forthright and honest. We'd become very close friends, advising each other in business, too. He admired me for my common sense approach to nearly everything. We all regarded each other as family. It was a heady time.
My business had grown exponentially. With some guidance, and some connections, from Mo, I was becoming very successful. As the head of my company, my income took a great leap upward and I handsomely rewarded my staff with more responsibilities as well as bonuses for each successful project. Fortunately, all our projects were wildly successful and led to more creative, and larger, projects. Combined with Ellen's income, we were loaded. We were on a roll.
By doing extensive research, I'd found a place to celebrate our fourth anniversary. Ellen had suggested that a nude beach was one of her fantasies and so I had found a small, very exclusive five-star luxury resort on the Yucatan Peninsula in Mexico. For adult couples only, it allowed for full nudity except at meals (where you were requested to wear a pareu). It was quite expensive, too, but what the hell, if you're going to go - go big or go home, right? Also, I had plenty of money coming in so it was no sweat covering the tab. I told Ellen to free her schedule for two weeks and I placed a reservation for a beachfront suite to time around our anniversary. I didn't tell Ellen where we were headed, just to bring suntan lotion. She tried unsuccessfully to reveal my surprise but I was good and the secret held. As our departure grew closer, we both became more excited.
We spent most of our free time getting into shape. I'd put on a few pounds and so I had to work a bit more than Ellen, who looked fine bordering on exquisite. During this period, she kept trying to squeeze the surprise out of me but I stayed mum.
"Okay, don't tell me. Just give me a hint, pleeeze?"
"Sure, here's a hint. Sun and sea. There you go."
I received a big raspberry. I never gave in, even as we arrived at the airport. I got a big "ooooh" when we checked in at AeroMexico. I escorted her into their private lounge to await boarding our flight and received another "ooooh."
"Only First Class for my love," I said.
"You know I've never flown First Class," she squealed.
"Only First Class for my love," I repeated. We had about a hour before boarding and so we took advantage of the free breakfast and we also stocked up on snacks. We relaxed in big Eames loungers and felt mighty grand. When the steward came over to tell us that our flight was now boarding, Ellen asked if we could take the chairs with us. Unfortunately, the answer was "no" but she took it in stride as we were escorted into the plane. Fortunately, the plane's First Class seating was almost as comfortable.
The flight was uneventful and we landed early at Cancun International Airport. We were met by a chauffeured Escalade limousine for the hour and a half ride to the resort. We shared the ride with another couple, Richard and Gwen from Scotch Plains, who were a bit older. Privately, I told them that Ellen didn't know our destination and to please not spill it. They smiled approvingly. They, too, had never been to this resort and were very much looking forward to it. They had been to Cancun twice before and told us what to expect, where to tour and several other tips. They did say that this resort was the most luxurious destination in the region which only made Ellen more excited.
As we reached the entrance of the resort, I noticed Ellen's brow furrow with a mix of curiosity and awe. As we drove through the heavy tropical foliage, she began to smile. The limo pulled up and bellmen opened the doors, another scurried to retrieve the luggage. We were guided to check-in and within a few minutes were placed on a golf cart and driven to our room. It was a small casita on the beach, furnished to the nines and extravagantly luxe. It had a open plan: a large living room and entertaining space, a separate bar/kitchen, a separate bedroom (very large) with an ensuite bathroom (with a large oval bathtub and a large walk-in shower). Light poured in from every angle. Our porter explained the many amenities, like wifi, and then explained the rules of the resort. First, he told us about the spa and suggested that we make appointments, he told us of the times when meals were served, he told us where the hotel shops were located (and mentioned that marijuana could be purchased there),and he told us to reserve a beach tent, as well as an umbrella, beach toys and kayaks. He said there were trips off the property to the nearby Tulum ruin and the town. He said we should check with the desk for those dates. As for the rules, there were few: nudity was allowed all around the two-hundred forty acres of the property except within the restaurants where a pareu was the minimum required (and he mentioned that they were pareus for us in our wardrobe closet, and they were ours to keep), fraternizing with the staff was prohibited, open sex was frowned upon (however the beach at night was recommended), and that whatever occurred within the rooms was our business. I tipped him well and he excused himself.
Ellen was over the top. She danced around the room, checking into everything. She opened the bar and popped a cold bottle of champagne. We drank straight from the bottle, champagne frothing out of silly grins. I flopped down on the king-size bed and watched her happily cavort and jump up and down on the bed. I suggested that we put on our pareus and tour the grounds as it was still quite early in the day.
"I have a better idea," she said, "first let's fuck like the hedonists we are!"
"No, I think that we should let this place get us really good and horny first."
"I'll already horny as hell!"
"Good, come on, let's trip out." I pulled a joint from the complimentary gifts on the living room table and then I stripped down, walked out to the veranda where I parked myself on a two-person lounge and lit up.
"Okay, you win." She stripped and joined me. I passed the joint as she read to me from the Hospitality Guide. "Oh my, this place is "all-inclusive. It says here that we should order breakfast in the room the night before. Oooh, the menu looks great...Everything except the store, the drinks and the spa services are included..."
"Great. We're saving money already!"
"...trips are on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Let's book the trip to Tulum first."
"...and book the trip into town on Thursday."
"Hmm. Today is Saturday. I think I'll book the Spa on Monday. Let's see what services I'll book...massage, of course...get my hair and nails done...and full wax..."
"Go crazy!"
"Come on, let's explore." I took one more hit while she grabbed the pareus and a couple of large beach towels.
We walked from the veranda onto the beach. It was a snug cove and there were about twenty couples spread out along the shore.
"Whee!" Giggling hysterically, my naked bride turned cartwheels in the sand. "Last one in is..." She was gone before she finished the sentence. I strolled down to the water and dropped the stuff. I joined her in a flash.
"Oh, my God. I'm dead and gone to heaven! This is a dream, I swear. Pinch me!"
I tweaked a lovely nipple, maybe harder than I intended.
"Ow!" She smiled. "Thanks. I really am in heaven. This is everything I've dreamed about."
We played in the gentle surf for a while. The sky was a cloudless azure. The sea was equally turquoise. And we were starkers. This truly was paradise. As we left the water, we stopped and stared back at the scene. Then we turned around and took in the entire resort. The beach was lined with casitas, some larger than others. In the center, was the main buildings and a large pool with a laughing crowd at the swim-up bar.
