If there was one thing that Cheryl's affair with Troy prompted, it was my wife's desire to engage in another spontaneous romantic adventure while away from home. I think the novelty of enjoying a lusty adventure in an exotic locale had awakened something in Cheryl and she was anxious to enjoy a repeat. In fact, almost six months following our Hawaii trip, Cheryl insisted that she wanted to go to Cancun, telling me she had heard from a girlfriend that lots of single guys went there to party. My wife's wish has always been my command and so I dutifully booked a week-long trip for the next month and arranged to use some of my hotel points for a large room at the Hyatt.
It was a little over two weeks before our Mexico vacation that Cheryl and I had just finished making love for the first time in several weeks. I had been out of town on business for one of the weeks and it so happened that my wife had arranged dates with her two regulars on three consecutive weeks, leaving me to my own devices. However, that Saturday she and I had made love and although I can't claim to have brought my wife to an earth-shattering climax, I did give her a mild orgasm while she rode my stiff penis, grinding her clit against my pubic mound. I had come soon thereafter and as I lay on top of my wife, my deflating penis still embedded in her juicy pussy, Cheryl had declared, "Alright, Mister. That's it for you until our vacation."
Her statement caught me by surprise, and I lifted myself up to look into my wife's eyes and I saw her staring back at me with a mischievous grin. Cheryl then teased, "I want to be extra horny for Cancun. And you should be too. So that means no sex for you, not even playing with yourself. Okay?"
I was feeling particularly satisfied at that moment as I looked down at my sexy wife and sheepishly replied, "Yeah, I understand."
Cheryl's face lit up as she giggled, "Good. The next time I have sex it needs to be with a hot stud. And if you're a good boy, then maybe you can play with yourself afterwards."
My wife was clearly taking my cuckolding to a new level, but I was in no mood to argue as I said, "Okay, Sweetie. That sounds good."
My wife seemed truly pleased with my willing acceptance of her terms as she playfully pushed me off her and headed to the bathroom. I, meanwhile, continued to lay in bed contemplating what I had just agreed to.
The next two weeks were some of the most frustrating of my life as Cheryl was constantly teasing me about wanting to enjoy a lusty, sex filled holiday. Of course, my wife's version of this theme was for her to enjoy a passionate fling with a sexy, well hung stud while I played the loving, but naïve cuckold husband. But as frustrating as this was, I must say I was absolutely enthralled with Cheryl as she insisted we go shopping several times so that she could assemble a wardrobe of alluring, tropical outfits. And when she would later model her purchases for me, it took all my willpower to keep from masturbating as I envisioned her parading around in these flimsy skirts and dresses, trying to catch the attention of other men. Unlike our Hawaii trip, this time Cheryl intended to bring a couple of her thong bikinis and when I suggested that they might not be appropriate in Mexico, my wife just quipped, "I don't think anyone's going to mind. I want to make sure I can show off for all the hot guys."
Although the two weeks went by slowly, eventually Cheryl and I found ourselves seated in the plane to Cancun anticipating the start of our vacation. Unlike most of the other women on the plane who were dressed casually in shorts and flip-flops, Cheryl was wearing a bright blue tank top coupled with a tight white miniskirt. On her feet were a pair of tall blue high heel slides that my wife had bought to wear with her blue thong bikini. Several men had leered at my wife as we waited at the gate but for the most part they had to surreptitiously stare at Cheryl as they were headed to Cancun with their wives or girlfriends.
Our flight was uneventful and before long we were ensconced in our hotel room enjoying the view of the turquoise ocean. With the time change, it was almost eight-o-clock but Cheryl was anxious to scout out the resort and so we headed to the hotel bar for a drink. As we sat together in the bar sipping our drinks, I could tell that Cheryl was a bit disappointed in the fact that our fellow patrons were almost exclusively couples. Not that she intended to find a lover on our very first night, but I'm sure my wife was hoping to scope out the scene with the intent of gauging how many handsome studs were staying at the hotel.
The next day, Cheryl was up early and after showering she donned her blue thong bikini and headed down to the pool. I was instructed to keep my distance as Cheryl wanted to strut her stuff for a bit in the hopes of attracting some male attention. I waited in the room for a couple of hours reading a book before venturing down to the pool where I spotted Cheryl tanning all by herself. As she had instructed, I took a seat on the other side of the pool from my wife and resumed reading all the while keeping a wary eye on Cheryl as she flaunted her toned body on the chaise lounge. Although there were lots of people around, it seemed that the crowd was primarily families or couples with nary a single man whatsoever. In fact, after about twenty minutes or so, Cheryl came strutting over to me and said, "I'm bored. Maybe we should go into town."
I then accompanied Cheryl up to the room where she changed into a pair of daisy duke shorts and a white tube top. The shorts looked painted on and a good inch or so of my wife's butt cheeks peeked out from beneath the frayed hem of the shorts. Cheryl's outfit was very suggestive and when she slipped on a pair of three-inch platform flip-flops, I almost recommended she wear something a bit more modest given that we were in a foreign country. Nevertheless, I bit my tongue and we were soon in a taxi headed into the center of Cancun.
Once in town, Cheryl and I strolled around a little to get our bearings and eventually stopped into a restaurant for lunch. For the most part, Cancun seemed to be filled with families, couples or younger guys and girls interested in drinking all day and playing out their Spring Break fantasies. And although Cheryl received more than her share of lecherous gazes from various men, there seemed to be few, if any, handsome muscular studs that she might want to welcome into her bed.
After lunch, we had a couple of beers at one of the more popular bars and although Cheryl did strike up a conversation with a table of four handsome guys, they were leaving that afternoon for a multi-day fishing trip. All told, our first day in Cancun was somewhat disappointing to my wife and although we did enjoy a nice romantic dinner that evening, I knew Cheryl was getting antsy over the lack of available men.
The next two days were much of the same and even when Cheryl headed out on the second night to a nearby nightclub, she returned home only an hour later to tell me that the crowd was too young and immature. And on the third night, Cheryl had pretty much resigned herself to the fact that she was not going to be enjoying a lusty tropical affair as she sullenly remarked, "If I don't meet anyone tomorrow then maybe we should have sex." The disappointment in her voice was obvious and if I wasn't so secure in my cuckold role, I suppose I might have been hurt. But, instead, I consoled my wife telling her that sometimes these things take time and that maybe tomorrow would be her lucky day.
As it so happens, we had planned an excursion to the pyramid at Chichen-Itza the next day and at 9:00AM sharp we were waiting for the minibus to take us to the ruins. There was a group of three German tourists waiting with us and when we tried to strike up a conversation, they acted reserved and aloof. The minibus arrived not long after 9:00 and we then headed to a rather run-down hotel to pick up the final two passengers. As we pulled up in front of the hotel, we saw two very handsome guys waiting and within seconds of their entering the bus, the relative serenity of the ride was shattered as they both came stumbling into the bus yelling, "Let's get this party started!" The taller of the two of them reached over and shook my hand, calling out, "Aye, Mate! I'm Matt and this is Gerry!" They then introduced themselves to everyone on the bus causing the German's to look positively shocked at their boisterous behavior.
As we drove to the ruins, we learned that both Matt and Gerry were from Australia and were in the midst of a one-year adventure travelling around the world. They had travelled throughout Asia and Europe and had just flown into Cancun the night before. They were both around thirty years old and I could tell that Cheryl was immediately attracted to Matt, with his muscular physique and charming, albeit loud, personality. The two guys told us that they were headed to Isla Mujeres the next day as Cancun was too "touristy" for their liking, but they thought to check out the pyramids first as the bus ride was a bit shorter from there.
We spent the bulk of the day with Matt and Gerry as we toured the ruins and I watched discreetly as Cheryl brazenly flirted with Matt. And as we drove back to Cancun, Matt asked whether we wanted to join them for dinner that night at a restaurant they had heard about that made great Yucatan food. Before I could even answer, Cheryl blurted out, "Yes! That sounds fantastic!", and we then made plans to meet up with them at the restaurant.
When we got back to our hotel room, Cheryl was giddy with excitement. "Oh God, Mike. Isn't Matt handsome? And did you see it when he took off his shirt? Oh my God, he's so hot!"
I couldn't really disagree with her assessment as I replied, "Yeah, he's pretty good looking. And Gerry's not so bad either, is he?"
"No, Gerry's handsome too. But, Matt, oh my God, I want to fuck him so bad", sighed Cheryl as she stripped off her clothes and then directed me to get the razor to shave her pussy. As I set about my task, Cheryl couldn't stop gushing about Matt. She was extolling his muscular shoulders, his tanned thighs, his six-pack abs, and his "sexy" accent. My wife was the proverbial bitch in heat, and I started to worry about whether she had read his intentions wrong. What if she couldn't seduce him? Would this ruin her vacation? I kept my concerns to myself as I shaved Cheryl's pussy until it was a smooth as silk and she then scampered off to the bathroom to soak in the tub while I busied myself putting away the clothes we had worn that day.
When Cheryl finally emerged from the bathtub, I took her place, showering away the day's sweat and when I finally emerged from the bathroom, I saw my wife modeling one of her sexy new dresses in front of the full-length mirror. "What do you think about this one?", queried Cheryl as she twirled in front of the mirror.
