We stayed out on beach for a couple of hours, occasionally venturing into the surf. I made sure that our sunscreen was kept fresh. I loved the way her skin glistened in the sun. The older couple gathered their towels and headed back towards the hotel. It was hot and I was feeling sticky from the saltwater. I suggested we move to the pool.
“That’s sounds like a good idea,” said V. “I don’t want to overdo it the first day and ruin our honeymoon.” She started to put on her top.
“Leave it,” I said.
She looked up at me pleadingly. “You want me to parade around naked?”
“We’re at a nudist resort. Relax, you look great in the nude.”
“You want everyone to see me?”
“Sure, why not? It’s no big deal. You’re beautiful V and I’m proud that you’re my wife.”
We gathered our towels, swimsuits and supplies and headed to the pool. V clutched her towel to her breast as she self-consciously walked through the beach crowd. We found a couple of vacant lounger chairs and stowed our stuff. Then I led her to the outdoor shower to rinse off the sand and salt. I could tell she was very uneasy at being so openly exposed to the eyes of every man and woman who cared to look her way.
We dove into the pool. It felt great. Cool but not cold. We paddled around for a while checking out the fabulous pool. It was quite large and irregular shaped. The diving boards were perched on a rock formation (man made but well done). There were several other rock formations scattered around the perimeter. One had a water slide, snaking down to the pool. All had waterfalls.
Swimming behind one of the waterfalls, I discovered an underwater cave. I ducked under the water and swam through the entrance to a room, dimly lit by small openings to the outside. I turned to check out the ‘cave’ and was startled to see two couples, probably in their forties, up on a wide ledge at the rear of the cave. One woman sat watching. The other woman was on all fours, sucking off one guy while the other fucked her from behind. The guys looked at me and continued the pummel the woman, sawing into her from both ends at once. I decided it probably wasn’t a good idea to stick around and it certainly wouldn’t be a good idea to bring V inside. I ducked back through the entrance and came up behind the waterfall. V was waiting for me.
“Where did you go?”
“I was checking out a cave.”
“Where?”
“Through here,” I said pointing to the dark hole in the side of the pool.
“I want to see.”
“I don’t think so. It’s occupied.”
“Occupied?”
“Yeah, occupied. We really shouldn’t intrude.”
“Oh, I see,” she said, raising her eyebrows and twisting her mouth knowingly. I knew what she was thinking and I didn’t attempt to dissuade her of the notion of a single romantically engaged couple. But ten minutes later when the two couples emerged, her eyes got wide. I knew the cave was now vacant and I asked her if she wanted to go inside.
“I know what your thinking.”
“You’re my wife.”
“I’m not screwing you in there where anyone could drop in on us.”
“C’mon, let’s just go take a look.” I ducked under the waterfall and swam into the cave. Inside, I stood about dumbly for minute before I realized she wasn’t coming. I swam back out to where I had left her. She hadn’t budged. “What’s the matter? You don’t trust me?”
“I trusted you and look where I wound up.”
“In the pool?”
“No, at fancy nudist camp.”
“Look, I won’t mess with you. Promise.”
She glared at me for a moment before finally giving in and following me into the cave. The cave layout was a little different than I first surmised. Instead of a single room, there were three alcoves, each with a ledge along the back. We sat up on the ledge of the center alcove. I broke my promise and began groping her.
“I knew you were lying,” she said with a giggle. About that time the water broke and two guys and girl appeared. They headed off for a side alcove. Vanessa turned to me and said, “Take me out of here, right now.”
We slipped into the water and swam out into the sunlight. I was getting a bit thirsty and suggested we go check out the swim-up pool bar that was apparently just opening. It was built into the pool with several stools just below the waterline. The bar was in a dry well, staffed by a girl who was occupied resupplying the bar and getting ready for a busy day.
I sat up on a stool and was joined by Vanessa. “Miss!” I said to attract her attention. She turned, displaying her brown skinned jugs with their large dark aureoles and big thick nipples. I recognized her as Angelina, the pretty girl who had brought us breakfast this morning. She was some sexy Mex, with a dynamite figure. Damn, I started getting hard again, my pecker rising from the water like some curious porpoise.
“Angelina, isn’t it?”
“Si, Senor,” she replied smiling broadly.
“How about two Pina Coladas.”
“Si!” She turned, removed her sarong from around her waist, and began fixing our drinks. She had a beautifully full, rounded ass. I supposed that in a few years that that beautiful butt would spread and her tits would grow to a ponderous size like many Mexican women of Indian decent, but right then she was exotic, voluptuous and inviting. I immediately began wondering how much she charged for an hour.
By the time she served our drinks, another couple had swam up for refreshments and Angelina turned her attentions to them. More and more people gathered at the bar. I had just ordered another round when a bleached blonde with short hair sat in the stool next to me. She was in her late twenties. I couldn’t help but stare at her. She was well muscled in a feminine way, no doubt a body builder. But what got my attention were her tits, taut and rounded spherical globes. Must have been 40DD’s on her otherwise slim frame, and obviously silicon enhanced. But what really got me were her nipples, long thick nipples, pierced with rings. My cock shot out the water like a nuclear sub on an emergency blow to the surface.
A big, muscle bound dude squeezed in between us. This guy had muscles on top of muscles and sported a ponytail, a regular Samson. He looked at my dick and said, “Hi, I’m Karl. I see you like my Wanda.”
“Uh, I’m David and this is my…”
“She’s very pretty! I like her and so does my friend,” he said with a grin.
I glanced down. The guy was getting an enormous hard on. V didn’t miss it and was transfixed as his cock grew to monstrous proportions. I mean, this guy was well over 12 inches and nearly as big around as a beer can.
“We just got in,” he continued. “Great place, isn’t it? We come here three or four times a year.” The stool next to Vanessa was now available. Karl turned to Wanda and said, “How about if you go sit by the pretty lady and get acquainted, while I talk things over with David.”
“Sure Hon,” she said with a smile. As she slid off the stool, my eyes were fixed to her tits. I was sorry he had her move, but then again, I don’t think I would have liked him sitting next to and ogling V. Karl sat down and began small talk, while Wanda and Vanessa exchanged pleasantries.
After a few minutes we were talking about music. He suddenly asked, “Are you a swinger?”
I must admit I was pretty naive. I’d never heard the term before and thought he was asking if I was a cool kind of guy. You know, someone to share a smoke with. I didn’t dare try to bring weed through Mexican customs. If he had some dope, I would be glad to share it with him later on. “Yeah,” I answered with confidence.
“Good. We saw you by the cave. You two are best looking couple we’ve seen so far. I know Wanda likes you. You’ve got a nice cock and she loves nice cocks. What’s your lady friend’s name?”
I was dumb struck and carelessly uttered, “Vanessa.”
“Vanessa! She’s a good-looking slut! I’ll be blunt, I’d love to fuck her.”
“Uh, excuse me,” I finally said. “I think you misunderstood me, or rather I misunderstood you. We’re not into that sort of thing. We’re here on our honeymoon.”
“Honeymoon?” Karl looked a bit perplexed, like he just stepped in a pile of dog mess. “Look, sorry dude, I didn’t mean to offend.” He stood and hastily pulled Wanda away.
As the two hurried away, Vanessa looked at me open jawed. Her shock was apparent. “Do you know what they want?” she asked incredulously. “They want to swap!”
“Yeah, I know. I told him we weren’t into that sort of thing.”
