Jean and I escaped from our Midwestern home and work life to visit our first clothing optional lifestyle resort in Cancun. Mansion Night was but one of the theme nights we experienced, together. If readers enjoy this story, I'll expand the series to include some of the other resort experiences.
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The morning after "Mansion Night," the energy and love between Jean and I was at an all time high. She woke at 6:10 AM and was as horny, desirous and desirable as I have ever seen her. It all started the day before after the sun had set.
The night's theme was built around the "Playboy Mansion" made famous in the 70s and 80s. Midday at poolside the female entertainment staff paraded in bunny tails and bunny ears; the men wore tuxes or black robes, all designed to give us a preview of the night's festivities.
As the sun dipped under the horizon and following an hour of debauchery at the Jacuzzi, we went back to our room to relax and dress for dinner. We were both horny as hell and we wanted to rip each other's clothes off. Following our showers we relaxed languidly as I began an exploration of Jean's beautiful, tanned all over body.
"We said we wouldn't do this," she half-heartedly chided.
I said, "I know but it's hard to stop when there are such great places to explore and we just finished watching the play at the Jacuzzi."
I started with her shoulders enjoying the shape and the hardness of her shredded muscles. I moved to her breasts using my big hand to massage first her left breast then her right one. As she began to enjoy that, purring softly I pinched both nipples between my index and forefinger applying my wet and hot mouth, as well. They immediately hardened. My hand began to travel lower and I enjoyed her tight abs and then cheeks, purposely going past her sex to her muscular legs. She implored me not to tease her so I obliged moving my hand high enough to brush against her Mons, barely contacting her love button on the way up. After a minute or two of spreading her lips without touching her clit or the hot wet slit below it I finally gave in and began teasing her swollen clit with my forefinger; she moaned provocatively.
I covered her mouth and ear with kisses and all defenses just melted away. I slid one, then two fingers in her pussy circling them against her spongy G-spot, lifting her off the bed as I increased the pressure on the front wall of her pussy.
She was approaching a vaginal orgasm so I thought I'd take it up a notch by pleasuring her clit bringing that to a climax, too. I alternated the two fingers in and out but when they were out I slid them alongside her clit squeezing gently, driving her to moan as she moved in unison with my fingers.
She muled, hips high in the air as she began to shake from head to toe. She cried out as I took her up and down three times using my hand to pump her g-spot then withdrawing it to pleasure her clit. She begged me to stop, exhausted, still on an explosive edge.
Although spent she reached for me, anyway. But, since we knew there was a lot more play in store and a long night ahead of us, I moved away even though her state had me rigid, ready to explode. I knew it would be worth the wait.
The dress she wore was a "fuck me" dress bought specifically for that night. It was a see through midnight blue embedded sparkles that just barely covered her ass; it hugged every curve of her luscious body.
The only things between her luscious body and the sultry Cancun evening air were a leather G-string and a necklace of black beaded stainless steels strands. She completed the look with a set of 5-inch jet black gladiator heels.
Dinner was hot and tasty in more ways than one. All of the women were dressed to kill making the energy in the restaurant palpable. We spoke of the day's happenings but kept coming back to Ron's noticeable lust for Jean. We teased that tonight might be the night for a hot foursome.
"Do you want to fuck Susie," Jean asked.
I said, "I could do her but she's so petite I wonder if she can handle 8 thick inches."
Jean chided, "Could be fun to find out."
We wondered if we'd end up at the Jacuzzi, our bed or at the "Sin Room" off the Disco.