Author's note: This is Part Two of a five-part series. In order to better appreciate this story, I encourage you to first read
Part One.
Simply discussing the possibilities of what we were about to do seemed to shift Michelle's libido into a higher gear than I had ever realized existed. We had sex daily for the next several weeks. And it wasn't just sex -- it was amazing, bed-shaking, brain-rattling sex; the type of sex you remember for years afterward. We had sex in every room of the house and at all times of the day. Whenever we could sneak in a few moments of pleasure, we took full advantage of it. We kissed and groped each other like hormone-fueled teenagers, and behaved as if we had just begun dating.
Because we would soon be naked in front of complete strangers, we went on a crash diet and began working out at a frantic pace. The fact that we were improving our physiques boosted our confidence, which only made us want each other more. One day, Michelle surprised me when she entered my home office completely naked -- and completely shaved. I had begged her for years to shave her pussy for me, but she absolutely refused to do so. And yet, there she was, completely smooth.
I practically jumped on top of her, spread her legs, and licked, kissed and sucked her wet pussy for a good, long time. I thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of her smooth skin on my tongue and the full, unobstructed access she had given me. Afterward, she explained that she had read that many of the women at Desire have shaved pussies, and she didn't want to look out of place. She booked an appointment to have a Brazilian wax the day before our trip, which ensured that she would be silky-smooth the entire week.
We began going out on "dates" more often, mostly so that we could talk without being overheard by our children. Everywhere we went, we held hands and kissed, and we spoke in hushed tones about all the naughty possibilities of this exciting new world we had just opened together. We shared a delicious secret that no one could ever know, and there was something incredibly thrilling about that. We had allowed each other the freedom to express ourselves openly; which meant that if I saw an attractive woman, I could point her out to Michelle instead of pretending not to notice. Michelle would also point out the men she found attractive, and I was surprised that she always seemed to gravitate toward older and/or bald men.
"What if you had sex with some guy with a huge dick, and he was better than I am?" I whispered over a restaurant table during one of our many conversations.
"I'm sure it will be better," she said, casually.
"Excuse me??"
"You know what I mean. Sex will be better with someone new because it will be different. I've told you many times you're the best I've ever had in bed, and you've told me the same. But there's one thing we can't give each other in bed, and that is something different. Different is always better because it's new and exciting."
It was difficult to find fault in her logic. If we were really going to go through with this, we had to abandon all our insecurities and simply trust each other. As Michelle told me many times, no matter what happened, nothing would ever change how she felt about me and how I felt about her.
Since we would be having sex with someone new for the first time in more than seventeen years, we also decided to brush up on our sexual techniques. This was Michelle's idea, of course. I discovered that she takes a great deal of pride in being able to satisfy a man with her mouth, and as she tends to be a competitive person, she had a strong desire to be the best. In order to hone her craft, she spent a good deal of time going down on me, and I provided her with feedback on what I liked and didn't like.
When I mentioned that it would be amazing to experience a deepthroat blowjob someday, she did some research online and found a throat spray that numbs the back of the throat. She immediately drove to the nearest sex shop down the road, purchased that spray, and excitedly showed me her discovery once she returned home. Incredibly, she only used that spray twice, and was then somehow able to take me all the way to the back of her throat without using the spray from that point on.
Finally, after what had seemed like an eternity, we arrived in Cancun. A shuttle bus was waiting for us at the airport, and as we drove to the resort, I squeezed Michelle's hand with increasing urgency. My heart was thumping in my chest, and my insides churned with a mixture of nervousness, excitement, anxiety and outright terror. After talking about this vacation for so long, it was difficult to believe that it was actually happening.
We arrived at the resort, and were greeted with a warm reception and glasses of champagne. We signed in to our room, and as we waited for our room key, a couple walked by the glass doors at the rear of the lobby. They were both completely naked. She was very tall, blonde, and built like a fitness model, with giant (and clearly fake) tits. He was also tall, bronzed from head to toe, and had bulging, rippling muscles and a massive schlong that swung low between his legs.
"Okay...not too intimidating," I muttered, and Michelle giggled.
We were given directions to our room, and we headed out the same doors where I had just seen the naked couple. The warm Caribbean air washed over us once again, and the ocean air filled our lungs. As we strolled through the resort, several happy couples, mostly dressed in swimwear, greeted us with a warm "hello". We found our room, which had an obstructed view of the pool.
Famished, we decided to head to the lunch buffet while we waited for our bags to arrive. The buffet is located toward the rear of the pool area, and as we walked, the most amazing scene was slowly revealed before us. There were at least fifty people lounging in and around the pool -- all completely nude. They were all chatting and laughing so casually it was as if they weren't naked at all. Some were playing volleyball; others were lounging in the sun; and many others were simply standing in the water and chatting.
We grabbed our plates and our food, and tried to act casual and blend in as we sat at a small table and watched all of the frolicking naked people. I was relieved to notice that not all of the guests were as well-built as the first couple I saw. All shapes, sizes and ages appeared to be represented. I couldn't help but notice a few of the women who were particularly attractive. And I also couldn't help but surreptitiously glance at the packages of the men to verify that I was truly an "average" guy.
By the time we finished eating, our bags had been delivered to our room. We changed into our bathing suits. I wore a standard pair of shorts, and Michelle wore a bikini bottom with a sheer, white, see-through top. Her nipples protruded straight through the fabric, and it was impossible not to touch them. But just as I began to get worked up, she put a stop to it, as she was eager to sit by the pool.
We found a couple of chairs in the shade, and before I had even sat down, Michelle was already completely naked. She wasted no time at all getting into the spirit of the resort, and I was impressed -- even awestruck -- by her lack of hesitation. With her fair Irish complexion, she doesn't ever tan; she burns and freckles. We were surrounded by fully tanned bodies, and her smooth porcelain skin, contrasted with her long, curly red hair, really made her stand out from the crowd.
I shed my shorts as casually as possible, though inside I was a bundle of insecurity. I gave my cock a tug to make it look a little longer, and tried not to think about how many people were looking at me as I settled into my chair. Within moments, a very friendly server asked us what we'd like to drink. Several rum punches later, my insecurities melted away.
I couldn't wait to get to the hot tub. I had read so much about it over the past several weeks that I was excited to experience it first-hand. As soon as it opened at around 3:00pm, I nudged Michelle, and we headed to the roof.
We were among the first to arrive, and after depositing our belongings in one of the cubby holes, we entered the hot tub and waded over to the bar. The bartender, Carlos, was amazingly attentive. Whenever our drinks would get a little low, he would replace them with a fresh one before we had even requested it. Within no time at all, I found myself light-headed from all the rum, combined with the hot water and the blazing Caribbean sun.
More and more people filtered into the hot tub area as the day progressed, and by the time the sun began to set, the hot tub appeared to be filled to capacity. There were so many naked bodies standing in the water, it was difficult to move without brushing up against someone. The atmosphere was indescribable; like a frat party for middle-aged adults. Everyone was so friendly and so happy to be on vacation. And the fact that we were all naked seemed to place all of us on a level playing field where social status was thrown out the window. We met people from all walks of life and with a variety of backgrounds, and the fact that we were all there to have sex gave us something in common to discuss.
As the evening wore on, the activities in and around the hot tub grew more playful. At one point, a woman hopped up on the bar and lay down. Carlos handed a shot to one of the guys, who poured it all over her. Then a man and a woman simultaneously licked it off her. Another man brought a water gun filled with Bailey's liquor and floated around the hot tub, shooting it all over women's tits, which the men (and women) would then happily devour.
At another point, I noticed a man was sitting on the ledge of the hot tub, and a woman's head was bobbing up and down on his lap. I recognized the man, as we had just met him moments before, but the woman sucking his cock was definitely not his wife.
Several canopy-topped beds were lined around the perimeter of the hot tub area. On one of the nearby beds, two couples were going at it. One couple was fucking with the woman on top, and the other woman had her legs spread wide, moaning loudly without any inhibition as the man on top of her thrust himself into her. Live sex shows were happening all around me, and it was difficult to conceal my raging hard-on under the bubbling water.
Michelle and I were separated at one point, and when I found her again, she was talking to a couple at the opposite end of the hot tub. After making my way to that end of the tub (taking great care not to brush my hard-on against anyone along the way), she introduced me to them. Danielle was an attractive woman who appeared to be in her late-40's. She was obviously a fitness freak, judging by her tight and muscular body, and she validated that assumption when she later told me she is a Pilates instructor. She had dark eyes, a sexy smile, and large breasts that appeared to be fake. Her husband, Dave, was tall and lean, and had an easy-going personality and quick wit.
Michelle and I spent a good deal of time chatting with the two of them, and we all seemed to connect instantly. We learned that it was their last night at the resort, and they gave us several tips to help us enjoy our stay. As I broke off in conversation with Dave, Michelle and Danielle moved further away until they were out of earshot. Although I couldn't hear what they were saying, I was unnerved by the way they were smiling and their furtive glances in our direction.
