Second Fuc in Cancun

HEAD: The Second Fuck in Cancun

SUBH: Randy & Kate, Pt. 14 -- Kate Gets Kinky

Readers: This is a short series-within-a-series of a luxury vacation that the two MCs take to an exclusive enclave in Cancun.

This recollection is the second fuck of the three that the narrator wanted to mention.

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Kate is right.

It's absolutely fantastic to fall asleep with her cuddled beside me, and then wake up the next morning... and she's still cuddled beside me.

And then to fuck her in the midst of that realization.

It isn't the mad-crazy, multi-stage fuck like we had last night... our first night here, and the first time we'd fucked in weeks.

Rather, it's a soft, gentle, intentional, love-making kind of a fuck.

A love-making kind of fuck.

We had one of those in Kate's Fuck Buddy room back home a few weeks ago.

If you're not familiar with how Kate managed our regular sex sessions, here's a primer:

Kate would invite me to her house with a signal in a bonus room window.

Kate would then be waiting for me in an upstairs bedroom, which had been specifically prepped for that day's experience, so we could fuck in a particular way. How we fucked was always Kate's choice. She was curious about sex, and willing to experiment in positions, dominance, role-playing. It was very exciting.

Kate would leave a card on the kitchen table with the topic of that day's experiment or activity.

The card Kate presented me the morning I'm thinking of said "Make Love Slow."

Then, we were role-playing, sorta... I guess... that we were two people who were in love... who were now making love.

And it was awesome.

This morning's fuck feels a lot like that. A lot like how you'd fuck someone when you're madly... maybe... in love with them.

It's not a challenge. Nobody's trying to score.

It's soft. It's tender.

I find myself reveling in the beauty... the softness... the energy... the aura... of this incredible woman... Kate.

She's naked in the bed beside me. She's gorgeously naked above me. She's incredibly, beautifully, naked beneath me.

Her cunt is wrapped around me. Hot. Slick. Tight.

My cock is buried deep inside her. Thrusting. Stretching. Connecting.

Fucking Kate's incredible pussy this morning, I feel like I belong there. It's like I'm a part of her, and she's a part of me.

Hearing her soft moans in my ear... feeling her hands moving softly across my back, through my hair, up and down my arms.

And then, the kisses. Holy shit... the kisses!

They're passionate, but they're purposeful. They're electrifying, but they're unifying. And I can't stop wanting more of them.

This morning, Kate and I have our orgasms at nearly the same time. And they are soft... emotive... powerful... meaningful.

I collapse on top of her as my dick pulsates inside her. I stay like that for a long time. It's like Kate wants me to.

Now we're lying together, enjoying the breeze and the beautiful sunrise.

Our reverie is interrupted by a long... and loud... growl in my stomach.

Kate giggles. "You want me to order you something to eat?" she purrs.

"You make us some coffee," I reply, stepping out of bed and reaching for my gym shorts.

"There's some grab-and-go stuff in the kitchen fridge."

When I return from the kitchen, Kate is standing at the deck railing, looking out over the morning sun reflecting off the gorgeous Caribbean.

"Jesus, Randy," Kate says, "this is sooo gorgeous!"

She looks at me with a beaming smile.

"Thank you for inviting me to come here with you. I'm going to hate leaving this place."

Kate has on a white swimsuit coverup, which the soft breeze is blowing against her beautiful body. It's clear that she's naked underneath.

I brought muffins and a little squirt-bottle of margarine from the fridge.

"Awww...," Kate coos when she sees my selection. "My mother used to make me muffins all the time when I was little."

We stand side-by-side at the rail, breaking off pieces of the pastry, looking out into the water as we eat and sip our coffee.

After a minute or two, Kate turns to me: "Randy," she begins, "I've been working on a surprise for you for this trip.

"And I have to know if you're okay with it before I pull the trigger... you know, to make it happen."

Kate has always enjoyed surprises... exploring... experimenting. It's the founding principal of our Fuck Buddy relationship.

Kate is a successful doctor. And she's also a researcher. It's one of the things that's made our Fuck Buddy sessions so interesting. Kate doesn't just want to know the "how" of a particular sex act or position or whatever, she's also interested in the "why" of that activity. What about it appeals to her partner (me)? How can she make it better... more enjoyable?

So when she wants to know how I feel about something in advance, there's a reason.

Kate trusts me. And I trust her.

I tell her that. Followed by: "What do I need to be okay with?"

Kate drops the bombshell.

"While we're here, I would like for you to fuck another woman.

"And I'd like to be there to see it."

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To my credit, I don't choke on my muffin. Also to my credit, I don't have really much of a reaction at all.

Obviously, I'm not looking at the ocean any more... I'm looking at Kate, who's smiling at me.

And my drop-dead gorgeous Fuck Buddy of a neighbor drops her swim cover, and stands before me naked.

Okay, maybe now I choke on my muffin... just a little.

"Come join me in the pool," Kate instructs, "and I'll explain."

And Kate dives into the infinity pool and swims to the outer edge.

I tidy up the muffin wrappers and set the coffee mugs down to the deck. I step out of my gym shorts and join my naked Fuck Buddy, Kate, against the glass along the edge of the pool.

Kate knows I have questions.

"This idea started right after I got to Cancun on Sunday," Kate begins, looking deep into my eyes.

"I was actually approached by some colleagues -- a man and a woman -- to have some three-way sex."

"Seriously?!?" I reply. "You know these people??"

"I don't know them well," Kate replies, "which is probably why they asked me.

"But... some doctors are crazy when they get out of their predictable spaces.

"Of course, I declined. I think they were already drunk and feeling like... 'What happens in Cancun'..." Kate didn't finish the thought.

"But then," Kate continues, "I couldn't stop thinking about what I was thinking about."

Kate pauses. Like I'm supposed to know what it is that she's thinking.

So I ask: "What are you thinking about?"

"I want to see what the two of us -- you and me -- look like when we're fucking," Kate smiles at me.

Kate doesn't react to my mouth falling open.

"I want to see," she continues, "what I might look like... when you fuck me.

"Those things feel so fucking good...

"I want to know what they look like.

"And the best way to do that is to watch you fuck someone else."

My mind is racing. I can't tell if my cock is reacting or not.

"Kate..." I begin, "bringing another person into our bed seems... I don't know, kind of... complicated.

"Why don't we just shoot a video of ourselves while we're... doing it?"

Kate dismisses that idea instantly.

"No," she declares commandingly. "Hell, no.

"I've told you before, Randy, I don't want anything recorded anywhere that I can't control. Nothing.

"Your phone? You could lose it. My phone? Maybe I leave it on my desk and somebody sees it.

"That clip I sent you from my bathroom?"

Kate is referring to a video clip she sent a few days ago from the hotel where she masturbated briefly to show me how excited she is to be here.

"How could I forget that?" I ask.

"I deleted that clip the second after I sent it," Kate responds curtly. "I wish you would delete yours."

I tell her I don't want to do that.

"Point proven," she declares.

Kate swims to the other side of the pool to sit on a step. My suggestion clearly doesn't fly, so I follow her.

I sit beside her and wrap my arms around her lightly. I have to try very hard not to play with her boobs.

Kate drops her head onto my chest and strokes my arms.

"Kate, I know you well enough," I say softly, "to know that you've thought this through.

"So tell me... what do you have planned?"

"Well, I had a conversation with Mr. Santos," Kate begins.

"You called Santos about this?!" I reply. I don't do a good job hiding my surprise.

"He called me first, actually," Kate replies. "Not about this though.

"He was very helpful. He wanted to make sure he had the right time for Raoul to pick me up at the hotel.

"He said if there was anything else I needed from him in the meantime, to let him know."

That makes sense. That's the level of service Santos and Mayakoba provide.

Kate shifts her position so she's leaning back against the side of the pool. Her feet stretch out over my thighs. They inadvertently rub against my cock, which is now beginning to respond to this conversation.

I begin to massage Kate's feet softly. Her left arm is making lazy swirls in the pool water.

"So after I thought about it some more," Kate continues, "I called him and asked if he could help me.

"It turns out that the list of services Mayakoba offers their guests is very, very thorough.

"Mr. Santos told me that people from around the world... from other cultures... come to Mayakoba. He said they have very different opinions about having sex with people they're not married to.

"He told me that they come here... and they ask him for help... and so, of course, he accommodates.

"He has a list of escorts, of all ages," Kate continues "... women and men -- who have all been vetted and tested to make sure they're... um... safe, I guess.

"He helped me pick one for you."

Another bombshell.

"You picked one for me?!?" I repeat. I can't hide whatever in the hell emotion I'm feeling.

Kate moves from her reclining position in the pool. She straddles my legs and wraps her arms around my neck.

"Randy," Kate purrs, "I'm a doctor. I looked over all her records. I checked all her tests.

"Her name is 'Iroha,'" Kate continues.

"Her mother is Japanese, and in that language it's a poem that uses every symbol in the Japanese alphabet.

"It means 'completeness,'" Kate continues.

"Her Dad is Nigerian and her parents brought Iroha to Mexico when she was a teenager.

"And, Randy," Kate whispers in my ear, "she's fucking gorgeous!"

Yet another bombshell.

"You've MET this woman?!?" I reply, maybe a little too loudly.

"That picture I sent you from the pool..." Kate begins, "when I was in the orange swimsuit?..."

My head is spinning. "It was very sexy. You were holding out three fingers," I respond. "I thought you meant three days..."

"I was at the hotel pool when I took that picture," Kate purrs. "Iroha was right beside me." Kate's right hand begins to lightly stroke my cock from my scrotum upwards.

"And I did mean that... about three days.

"But maybe I was thinking about something else..."

Kate continues to stroke my cock below the water.

"I told her about your cock, Randy," Kate purrs. We're forehead to forehead on the pool step.

"I told her how good it would make her feel.

"I told her that you would eat her out if she wanted," Kate whispers.

My cock is at full attention, and is starting to rage.

"I told her that she'd particularly like that," Kate continues, "... I told her how good you are at that.

"I told her you would make her cum.

"She says she can't wait to meet you."

If I have any resolve whatsoever remaining, I am losing it fast.

"And you're going to be there," I manage to whisper-croak, "the whole time??"

Kate kisses me. The kiss tastes like coffee... and like fire.

"Mm-hmm," Kate whispers in the affirmative. "I wouldn't miss a minute of it."

More stroking. It feels magnificent.

I have a thought, but all I can get out is: "Timeline?"

"I was thinking tomorrow night," Kate purrs, still stroking my cock.

"Iroha is holding time open for me. I'll call her... if you want me to."

I have another thought: "Your hand signaled "three," I begin.

"Are you going to join in?"

Kate moves to place her pussy directly over my engorged penis.

"It depends how turned on I get..." Kate whispers.

And she lowers herself down onto my raging meat stick.

"... while I watch you fuck her."

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It's time for Iroha's arrival.

Kate decides not to include dinner in our meet-up with Iroha. I think it's a good call.

Kate steps out of the guest room where she's keeping all her clothes.

She is stunning in a cream-colored floor-length silk gown. It could be many things; she probably could wear it to dinner or to a casual party. She could also wear it to bed.

I'm in something like what I was wearing when Kate arrived Thursday afternoon. Loose drawstring cotton pants and a resort shirt.

Kate and I are both barefoot.

At the exact appointed time, there are three soft taps on the front door of the bungalow.

Kate answers the door, and Iroha steps into the foyer where I'm standing.

And, oh my god... she IS stunning.

Iroha is wearing a pleated high-waisted satin maxi skirt. The skirt is teal and it stretches down, stopping just above her ankles.

The top is a coral-colored sleeveless racerback tank that exposes Irohas's bare midriff.

At the bodice there's a slight open-weave pattern that hints at the cleavage between what appear to be ample and beautiful breasts.

She looks like she's going out for a nice dinner.

She's probably about five-foot-four, about the same size as Kate.

Kate told me she's about the age of many of Kate's horny and sexy nurses at the hospital. She looks younger than that to me.

Iroha's hair is full and straight... black, as I expected, and flows down across her shoulders to about the middle of her back.

Her hair accentuates her lovely almond-shaped face.

Her eyes are green, with just the slightest oriental shape.

Her nose is short and thin; her lips are rich and full.

Her skin is a rich and deep brown. It's a perfect mixture of her father's Nigerian coloring and her mother's Asian patina.

Kate told me that Nagashi isn't paying for this woman's services tonight... she is. And, looking at this woman, Iroha must be costing Kate a fucking fortune.

"Good evening, Iroha!" Kate exclaims as she grasps the escort's hand and guides her into the foyer. "So good to see you again!"

Iroha bows gently to Kate. "Hello, Miss Kate," her delicate voice echoes softly in the foyer. "Thank you for inviting me."

Kate turns to her left and Iroha turns to her right, and now they're both facing me.

I can't fucking believe my eyes.

That these two incredibly beautiful women might be naked before me tonight... might be fucking me tonight.

This is the best idea Kate has EVER had!!

Kate handles the introduction. "Iroha," she begins, "this is my friend, Randy. We spoke about him at the pool."

Iroha bows gently to me as I step forward and grasp her hand. She's looking down when I grasp it. It's the tiniest bit awkward; a juxtaposition of American and Mexican and Asian cultures that no one on earth seems to handle very well.

Iroha handles my gaffe adroitly.

"Nice to meet you, Mister Randy," Iroha whispers while looking up at me through the top of her beautiful eyes.

My cock actually twitches... maybe a bit early for that, eh??

"Please... no Mister or Miss," I reply. "I'm Randy... she's Kate." I hope I don't come off as too bossy... if so, too late.

Kate takes the lead.

"Iroha," Kate begins. "Can we show you around a little?"

"Oh, thank you. I'm... quite familiar... with Mayakoba," Iroha says softly. "I love these bungalows... the way they're arranged."

Kate glances at me with a smirky smile. I read that as to say "The girl's ready to work."

I also wonder if Iroha has fucked Nagashi in this very bungalow.

"Great... well..." I interject, "may I show you to our room?"

I hold out my right hand. Iroha reaches out with her left and gently accepts it. We step down the hall to my bedroom together.

Kate follows behind.

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The bedroom is set up like it was when Kate and I first fucked in it two nights ago.

The walls have been retracted into the ceiling and the whole face of the room is open to the outside and the beautiful Caribbean sunset.

The lighting in the room is different for tonight. A lamp here and there is softly lit and LED lights around the Mayakoba-version of a trayed ceiling are illuminated, but dim. A large ceiling fan spins slowly over the bed.

I heard Kate taking photos with her phone earlier. If I ever get to go back into the Fuck Buddy room, I'll bet she'll have her super-geek nurse-husband try to replicate this space.

The sun is below the horizon and the orange and pink clouds are trailing off of the still-blue water. It's a stunning view and Iroha walks almost onto the patio to take it in.

"Oh... so beautiful," Iroha whispers.

Kate picks up something from the nightstand and comes to me with a small bottle in her hand. She squirts two or three pumps from the bottle to the palm of the other hand. Then she puts that hand inside my beltline and grips my penis, rubbing the solution onto the head, the glans, and the skin of my cock.

"This is desensitizing spray," Kate whispers as she looks into my eyes with an evil grin. "I think you're going to be fucking a lot tonight.

"You can thank me later."

Kate has also prepared the room with many of the things I find when I go to one of our sex appointments; bottles of water, vials of other things that are handy now and then when having sex.

There's also a chair from the dining room stationed at the open corner of the bed. On the chair are a pen and a small stack of note cards.

Kate sees me noticing. "Hey... I'm a note-card girl," she says quietly with the same evil grin.

Iroha hears Kate's voice and it attracts her attention.

Iroha turns with a wondering, slightly startled look... like she missed something. This girl's a pro... she doesn't want to miss anything.

Kate intervenes.

"Iroha," Kate begins, "like we were talking at the hotel pool before... I'm interested in seeing what Randy does when he makes love to me.

"I know what it *feels* like, I just want to see -- as an observer -- what it looks like. What *I* might look like."

Iroha nods with a soft smile. "I understand," she says.

Kate continues. "So I might move around the room a little. Get a different perspective. I might make some notes here and there. Are you okay with that?"

Kate, the careful researcher, continues. "Do you want Randy to wear any protection? I have some if you do.

"I've reviewed your charts, and I'm satisfied... about you. I can assure you that Randy," (she looks at me with a snarky smirk) "... is safe."

"No, it's fine," Iroha replies, with a cute little giggle. "It's all fine."

"I can also promise you there will be no pictures or videos," Kate says, maybe just a bit sternly.

Kate glances at me. "Randy and I believe in protecting our privacy... and yours." I nod like an idiot.

"I appreciate that," Iroha replies quietly.

"Before we get started," Kate asks, "is there anything that we should... avoid?

"Are there activities that you don't want to... participate in?""

Iroha shakes her head softly. "When we talked at the pool," she begins, "you told me a little about the sex that you and Mister... that you and Randy have."

Iroha looks directly at me.

"It sounded very exciting then," she continues. "I'm looking forward to... um... experiencing that as well."

My cock leaps.

Then Iroha looks at Kate: