Alice has always been sort of a free spirit. During our long marriage, I've told her many times that I am okay with anything she decides she wants to experience. Honestly, she had never abused my open approach to life.
Even so, I was a bit surprised when she announced that Gail, a young family friend and flight attendant had invited her to go to Cancun, Mexico with her. Gail could get passes and wanted to take Alice along as her mother. Her mother was deceased and Alice had become very close to Gail over the ensuing years.
Of course, Alice wanted to know if I was good with her going with Gail. She said she would back out if I wasn't comfortable with it. Well, I didn't want to pour cold water on their plan and, frankly, it would give me a few days break to get some extra work done. I encouraged Alice to go, and I told her to have a great time. I figured that Gail, a very attractive young woman, would probably attract a lot of attention and could lead to a pretty wild time for the two of them.
Although old enough to actually be Gail's mother, my wife was still quite attractive and vivacious. Her outgoing nature was even enhanced by good wine or frozen margaritas. She still wore size 12 on her 5'8" frame. Her short, light brown hair framed a pretty, smiling face with big brown eyes. Another asset was her 38C chest topped by small, pink nipples that looked so cute when erect.
Alice phoned Gail and told her that she had her passport and she was good to go. I heard them making big plans for a shopping trip to buy some cute things to take to Mexico. Alice was like a young girl before the vacation trip with Gail. I teased her about all the hot men she would probably meet, and how I'd heard that many women went topless on the beach. She tried to minimize all my suggestions, perhaps afraid that I would ask her to stay home.
A few days later, I came home to find several bags on our bed. The girls had been shopping. I peeked into the bags and found that my wife had purchased two rather small bikinis, a yellow straw hat, new, strappy sandals, sun screen, and a couple of thin sarong cover-ups. I detected Gail's influence at work, but and it made me horny to imagine how the two of them would look stretched out on the white sand.
I was elected to drive the gals to the airport. We picked Gail up and I was surprised at the small amount of luggage the two were taking. Gail told me that they wouldn't need many clothes at the all-inclusive resort and both laughed. They knew that they could buy other things if the need arose.
I kissed Alice passionately in front of the security checkpoint and gave her a pat on her bottom. I then gave Gail a fatherly peck and hug. I told them both to have a good time and not to worry about me or anything else for that matter. They were off to enjoy seven days of carefree time and they shouldn't waste a moment.
My wife assured me that they would be good. I just raised an eyebrow and told her again to have a fun vacation.
A week later, I was back at the airport to retrieve the girls. Two very tanned and smiling faces greeted me at baggage claim! My wife, Alice, looked absolutely radiant in her Mexican blouse and white shorts. Gail wore a halter that displayed her ample cleavage to advantage. She also wore very tight shorts that did nothing to hide a distinct camel toe. Both wore floppy hats and sandals that showed off fresh pedicures.
Alice put her arms around me and hugged me tightly. I leaned down and gave her a welcome home kiss. Her tongue found mine and we held our kiss longer than normal. I could feel eyes watching us, some probably quite envious.
Gail put an arm around me too and stood on tiptoe waiting for her welcome. I meant to kiss her cheek, but she caught me smack on the lips and lingered for a long moment. Gail said thanks for letting Alice go along. She winked at Alice as she told me that they'd had an absolutely marvelous time.
What all did you find to do? I asked, and I got wild laughter in return. Gail repeated that old line that, "what happens in Mexico, stays in Mexico." She said it would be up to Alice to tell me what she thought I needed to know. Then, she kissed me again and Alice didn't seem to mind that her hot, young friend was showing me a lot of affection.
We dropped Gail off at her apartment. I started to drive home, but Alice said she was famished, so we stopped at a casual Italian restaurant. Normally, we sit across the table from each other, but Alice insisted that we sit side-by-side. I enjoyed feeling her warm body pressing against me as we ordered a nice bottle of Pinot Grigio and read the menu.
Again, I asked her to tell me about her trip. She smiled and told me that they had a very good time. She said that they ate too much, and drank too much. Our meal came and we enjoyed sharing our two dishes.
I asked Alice if they had met any interesting people in Cancun. She almost choked and had to sip some wine before she could speak. Yes, she and Gail met quite a few people there at the hotel, on the beach, and on the boat. She seemed reluctant to go into details, which made me a little suspicious, but I let it pass.
"What about the boat?" I asked. "Where did you go?"
She told me that the first day, they went on a catamaran to Isla Mujeres, an island just off Cancun, to snorkel with some of the other guests. She was a little sheepish about the boat trip, so I asked more questions. "How many were on the boat? Was the water clear? Did you see many fish? How long were you out on the boat?"
She told me that she saw thousands of beautiful fish and that the water was very clear. They were out all afternoon, and that it ended in a sunset cruise back to Cancun. She still failed to say much about the other people she met.
"Let's wait until we're home to get into details," she insisted.
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After dinner, we went home and I helped her with her bag and some souvenirs. She wanted to take a nice long shower and wash away the salty humidity of the beach resort. I decided to unpack her bag and put her clothes in the laundry room for her.
First, I noticed that he tops of her bikinis still looked new where the bottoms still had some white sand in the seams. "Did Alice go topless on the beach?" I asked myself as I tossed the swimsuits into the basket.
Next, I pulled out the two bras she took along. They, too, were fresh and clean. Maybe, she went braless the whole time.
Digging deeper, I reached several pairs of panties and they had obviously seen some use. One pair was still damp in the crotch and I turned them inside out. Sure enough, they were still heavy with her aroma and there were unmistakable signs of heavy leakage. A picture began to appear in my mind.
I finished with the clothes and took her bag back to the bedroom. Alice came out of our bathroom with a towel around her head. She was gloriously nude. I felt my cock twitch and throb as I watched her walk to the dresser.
"Don't dress yet," I said quickly. "I want to admire the way you look in your birthday suit."
I moved to her and let my hands lightly trace her curves. "You don't have any tan lines on your boobs, honey, did you and Gail go topless on the beach?"
My wife blushed scarlet at my comment. She kissed me again. "I love you, my darling," she murmured in an effort to distract me.
"From the condition of your swimsuits and your lack of tan lines, I'm guessing that you did go topless," I whispered in her ear. "Wish I had been there to see you."
"You mean it?" she asked. "You're not upset with me?"
"Hell no, you look hot!"
