WARNING: If you don't like stories where the cheater gets away with it or gets forgiven for it, this story and many others in my catalog are not for you. Unless otherwise labeled, my stories are FICTION no marriage has been endangered to create this story. This is not our universe though it has similarities. STD's are not an issue in this universe, unless they feature in the story line. I don't care if you think every infidelity should end in divorce, or you would divorce. Your morals are not a part of my stories.
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Left Alone - Victor
We married young, I was 20 Brian was 22. Even before our marriage, some porn was part of our sex lives. We would watch something then go to bed and re-enact the parts we liked. I was persuaded to try anal, and found it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Not that it would ever be MY go-to, but he enjoys it so I am happy.
About two years in he found hotwife porn. The wife would find a lover and either he would watch or she would come back after and tell him about it. I drew a line. Fine to think about it as a fantasy, but NO. I am not interested in having another man.
But over time it progressed, we would watch a movie and he would get me to tell him a story from the point of view of the woman. I learned that there were aspects of the story that he wanted to hear. He had a huge cock. I came so hard that I could not think of anything else. He was dominant, I was submissive.
None of those things fit into my fantasy. In my fantasy I never focussed on how large his cock was. I was focussed on how a really nice guy would woo me and make me feel like I was the only woman in the world. I am never submissive; I am a partner in great sex. We would both have great orgasms and often cum together. When we married, that was Brian. My perfect lover.
By year three of our marriage, he was pointing out guys in restaurants or shopping or walking down the street. "What about him, would you like to have sex with him?" Most of the time the answer was "Ew! No!". He gradually learned that I was not attracted to men who were noticeably racially different from me, or for that matter, him. "But Blacks have big cocks." I went to the internet and looked up some reliable studies. I showed them to Brian. Black cocks are not statistically different from whites, or Asians, or any other racial group. Porn just picks blacks with really big cocks.
By year four of our marriage, he had learned to choose men who were physically fit Caucasian, not too much taller or shorter than my 5 foot 10 inches. Much harder for him to understand was that I really like nice guys. I am not attracted to rough sex. I am not attracted to 'Bad Boys'. It was not something he could pick out without talking to them. So, he steps things up. He starts talking to guys that he thinks I would like, and introducing them to me. He wants me to tell him a story about having sex with one he has pointed out when we are in bed.
It is getting annoying. I get mad at him and we have a fight. Eventually I get him to promise to stop trying to introduce me to men. However, I do agree to keep telling him stories as part of our lovemaking. If the fantasy gets him excited that means I get better sex.
For our fifth anniversary we plan a two week stay at an all inclusive in southern Mexico. We choose the Rock Hard Hotel and get an all-inclusive package.
When we arrive, I find there is an adult clothing optional section and a smaller family section. We are in the adult section as we are a couple without children. A couple of the restaurants are in the adult section and the rest are in the family section. A walk of the site has a fair population in the adult section and a smaller population in the family section. In our walkabout, there are a several topless women in the adult section.
There is a breakwater and a couple of seawater pools inside the breakwater. On top of the wall are flags indicating that the sea outside is rough and swimming is not recommended. There are speakers alongside the path playing rock music throughout the site. During the day the rock is hard and fast, at night it is slow and sensuous. Our unit is on the ground floor and has a sliding glass wall that allows us to open the room out onto the grounds. From there we can walk about 50 feet to one of the many freshwater swimming pools, this one on the adult side. I love it.
Since we had arrived late, we change and go for dinner. There is a bit of a wait for a seat at the Argentinian Barbeque. The food is wonderful and nothing like I had ever had before. Now I want to go to Argentina.
In the morning,
Saturday
, we look at the tours available and select a few to do during the two weeks and book them. Then in the afternoon we take the hotel shuttle to a little village shopping zone, aimed at tourists. Brian finds a tiny (and I mean tiny) bikini and persuades me to try it on. My 36C breasts are very much on display. Not far from nude, but hey, we are on holiday and in an adult zone, so I say what the hell and buy it. Zero support for my breasts, but I am young and still fairly firm, so it actually looks kind of sexy. Brian is over the moon, he loves it.
We find gifts for family and friends, kitschy little souvenirs to commemorate our trip. We have a late lunch at a family Mexican restaurant. The food is similar to what we would get at a Mexican restaurant at home. Being actually in Mexico, of course, makes it taste better.
Mid-afternoon, we call the hotel and arrange to have the hotel bus pick us up. The bus is about half full. I notice several very attractive men, but I don't point them out to Brian. There were also a bunch of very attractive women who I do point out to Brian. He restrains himself from pointing out the men to me. Though I catch him looking at one of them. I can see he is getting excited by the idea that I am surrounded by attractive men.
When we get back to the room, I change into the new bikini, Brian into his swimming trunks. I spread sun screen on Brian and he spreads it on me. His trunks are, luckily, loose fitting because by the time the sunscreen is on, he has a semi erection.
We wander out into the adult section and find a couple of deck chairs that are available. After a few minutes an attractive young waitress, wearing a skimpy bikini, approaches and we order drinks. The men walking by all smile at me, taking in the view afforded by the tiny bikini. I am noticing quite a number of attractive men.
After a bit, Brian says he is going for a walk. About ten minutes later an attractive man sits down in the deck chair next to me. (Not Brian's, on the other side.) I look up from my book and smile at him.
"Hi, my name is Victor." He holds out his hand.
"I'm Emily, and my husband is Brian." I want to make sure he understands that I am not 'available'. I settle back a bit.
He asks "Are you here for long?"
"Its our fifth anniversary, we are here for two weeks."
"Congratulations. We are here for two weeks as well, so I expect we will see a lot of you and Brian.:
"Your wife is here too?"
"Oh no, I am single. I am on the swim team at MIT and we won the regionals. Our prize from one of our sponsors was two weeks here."
"Wow, when I was at school the sponsors never gave us this kind of a reward."
"You were a swimmer?"
"No, tennis"
Brian arrives back from his walk and plops down on his lounge chair.
"Brian, this is Victor. He is a competitive swimmer from MIT. Victor, this is my husband, Brian."
Brian gets up and leans over me to shake Victor's hand. "So, what are you studying at MIT?"
"Biomechanical Engineering, and you, what do you do?"
"I am electrical engineer with Siemens. I work in research."
At this point, I tune out, going back to my book. It is a steamy romance novel, and the couple are just starting to get over their initial dislike of each other. Another chapter or two and they will be in bed together. I let the technical talk flow over me.
Eventually Victor spots someone from his group, gets up and says his goodbyes.
"Victor seems nice. Did you find him attractive?"
"Yes, he was nice. Yes, he is attractive, he has that nice swimmer's body."
"Mhmm"
I went back to my book. Later we have dinner in the cafeteria. Nothing special, but generally good food. And of course, all the liquor we want.
By bedtime we are both a bit tipsy. Brian wants a story about Victor. Brian starts rubbing his cock well before I get to the sexy part. I lean over and slap his hand. "Stop it, you are getting ahead of the story and if you cum before I get there, I won't get what I want."
He grins and apologises. I soon get to the sexy part and Brian is raring to go. I have managed to spin an erotic tale that has all the features he likes. The story ends with me bringing Victor back to our room and mounting him. I ride Brian cowgirl. The sex is very good.
Sunday
, there is a village down the road where you can snorkel and watch the turtles feeding. The shuttle drive drops us at a rental place where we can get snorkeling equipment. I am wearing my much more conservative one-piece suit. The rental guy tells us there are turtles about 200 yards off shore, and warns us not to try to cross the reef about a half mile out as it is very rough and we are quite likely to get hurt. That and the sharks don't come in past the reef. I am happy to stay away from the sharks.
There are maybe 20 snorkelers. We head out to the turtles. It is amazing to watch them feeding on the seaweeds. There are several of them about two and a half feet in diameter. They ignore us. Brian plunges down at one point and touches one. The turtle snaps at him. When he surfaces, one of the other snorkelers tells him that he could lose a finger doing that. A turtle has a powerful bite.
I notice that one of the women has a bad sunburn and get Brian to go back to the beach where we apply more sunscreen. Brina's back is warm to the touch, as is mine, but there is no sign of burn yet. We stop at a small food kiosk and get some wraps for a late lunch, then head back out to the turtles. As it gets later in the day, we start seeing more fish coming in to feed as well. Brian finally notices that we are past due to return the snorkeling equipment. We swim back and they are waiting for us so they can close up. There is no charge for the overtime, as they are still waiting for two more groups to come in. Brian tips them $5 US. They thank him. We call the hotel shuttle and are told it will be at least half an hour. There is a little store so we shop for a while and end up buying some silver jewelry for a niece.
We check with all the signature restaurants at the hotel, but everyone is booked till about 10PM, so we do the cafeteria again. We are both quite worn out from the snorkeling. Sleep comes fast with Brian curled up behind me, spooning.
In the middle of the night, I wake up to Brian sucking on a nipple.
