Bare All in Mexico

Hi,

This is a tester story, It's a fantasy me and my wife have used ;) and I'm looking to expand it out as a series if this goes down well. I must admit i am not a writer( that will tell when you read) but hopefully I can create a story for your enjoyment

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It was our first break away from the kids together in two years: two weeks in Mexico at an adults-only resort. Our sex life had been steady since the kids--half as frequent, but still with a bit of spice to keep things interesting. With a 10-hour flight ahead of us, we got a few beers into us before boarding. Usually, on a long flight, Char would sleep for most of it while I shifted uncomfortably in my seat for the duration. But this time, she had other plans.

Wearing a short black summer dress, her pale skin glowing, and her beautiful red hair in a bob haircut, Char looked amazing. She always has. Even after having two kids, she hadn't changed a bit. After our beers, boarding was called, and we could already feel the alcohol in our legs. The first half of the flight went as expected--Char asleep, me uncomfortable. Luckily, no one was seated beside us, so we had space to spread out. The food came and went without much fuss.

About seven hours in, a bit of turbulence woke her. I don't know what she was dreaming about, but whatever it was had clearly taken over her. I'll always chance my arm with a feel or a grope, but this time, I got more than I bargained for. She greeted me with a lustful kiss and a grab of my cock. I shot up, rock-hard, and she knew it. A few more kisses followed, and then the blanket was brought out.

"Truth or Dare?" she asked.

Usually, I'd go straight for Dare, but I wanted to drag this out. "Truth," I replied.

"If I took your cock out and stroked it, would you moan?" she teased.

"Absolutely not," I said with a grin. "Someone might hear me."

"I'll take Truth as well," she said with a sly smile.

"Is it true you have no underwear on under that dress?" I asked. I already knew she wasn't wearing a bra--it had been obvious since she woke up.

"That's false... for now," she replied with a smirk. At that moment, the seatbelt sign blinked on, perfectly timed.

"There's your chance," I teased.

"No, I didn't pick Dare. Anyway, it's your turn!" she snapped back playfully.

"Truth, please," I said, playing along.

She sighed, but I knew I had her hooked. "Since I wouldn't make you moan with stroking, would you moan if I sneakily sucked that hard cock, real slow, all the way back with one go?"

I was rock-hard, precum leaking, and my funny-man routine disappeared instantly.

"Yes," I admitted with an unintentional moan. "I think I'd cum, to be honest."

"Dare, please," she said without blinking, clearly ready to up the ante. That's when I realized--I wasn't the one holding the reins here.

"I dare you to wrap that black thong around my cock," I said, completely abandoning any sense of smoothness. I was raging with lust.

"They're not black," she corrected me as she unbuckled her seatbelt and headed off up the aisle.

She took ages. I was dying waiting--I've never felt a pulse in my cock like it before. I ordered us two drinks and waited. What seemed like hours had passed, though it was probably only 15 minutes. Finally, I spotted her coming back down the aisle, her cheeks slightly flushed.

"Only a drink for me?" she joked as I was nearly finished with mine.

"Don't give out to me," she said, "but I was talking to a very charming gentleman who might have burst your bubble!"

"What?" I asked, confused.

"Well, he asked me, 'What hotel are you staying in?' and I told him. Then he asked, 'How long have you been in the lifestyle?'"

Still confused, I asked if she was winding me up or if she'd bottled taking her thong off.

"No," she said, "he realized I had no idea what he meant pretty quickly and explained the hotel."

"Ross, did you know it's a swingers' hotel? And be truthful."

I genuinely didn't know, and as I was explaining myself, she laughed.

"Okay, I believe you," she said.

She began filling me in on what the man had told her about the hotel. Dirty gym sessions, themed nights, outdoor massages...

"This is starting to sound amazing," I joked, though I wasn't sure she thought the same, judging by her look.

"Isn't it just old couples that don't like each other anymore, giving themselves a reason to cheat?" I asked. "We'll just really enjoy each other's comp--"

She cut me off.

"That's what I said to him! But he laughed and moved closer. I'm sure he could tell my pussy was soaking. He said, 'No, do I look old?' Ross, my pussy clenched! And with that, the toilet door opened."

"You shouldn't have sent me up there so horny," she said.

I had calmed down a little before she said this, but I was rock hard again. I'd had fantasies of sharing her before, but after I'd cum, those thoughts always faded. Now, here I was, on my way to a swingers' hotel with a wife who was roaringly horny. I wasn't prepared for what happened next.

"So, are you going to do your dare, or is this all a big story to get out of it?" I asked.

"This is what I don't want you to give out to me about," she said. "When I got into the toilet, I was convinced he could sense my horniness, so I had to take my time. While I was sitting down, I couldn't help but rub my clit," she admitted.

I was shocked but raging with arousal. A pit formed in my stomach, unsure of what she'd say next.

"I rubbed my pussy with the thong, but I realized I'd taken longer than I should have. I jumped up and noticed there was no way of getting out of the toilet, thong in hand, without him realizing what was going on," she explained.

"I don't know what came over me, but I had a brainwave: I left the thong there for him. When I opened the door, he was standing very close--he definitely heard me!"

"How did he hear you?" I asked, unsure whether to be grumpy or horny.

"I may have gotten slightly carried away and let out a few moans," she admitted.

"Did you want him to hear you?" I asked.

"No," she said, blushing, "I just needed my pussy rubbed... and I still do."

She looked embarrassed again. Just then, the toilet door opened, and a man walked down the aisle, passing us. I tried to see if the thong was in his pocket but saw nothing.

I called her bluff, reaching down to her thigh, expecting to be told no. Instead, her legs parted immediately. She wasn't lying--her pussy was soaking, close to orgasm, and her whole body was tense.

We got the call to prepare for landing, so I got up to use the bathroom, fully intending to have a little release myself. Unfortunately, I was quicker than I wanted to be. The long queue and a bit of stage fright put a stop to any enjoyment.

As I made my way back to my seat, I noticed a beautiful blonde woman bent over, talking to someone in a seat. She looked to be in her 60s but was absolutely stacked--an amazing ass and what seemed like a great rack. Definitely a gym bunny.

It wasn't until I got closer that I realized it was my row she was talking to. Char looked flustered, and for a split second, I thought we were about to have trouble.

The blonde had her hand on Char's thigh, under her skirt, and was in good spirits.

"Sorry," I said, expecting her to move. But instead, she turned toward me, her eyes locking onto my semi-hard cock.

"Hi, I was just talking to your wife. I hope you have an amazing night!" she said before standing up.

"Thanks," I replied, slipping back into my seat.

"What was that?" I asked.

"That was Alan's wife," Char said. "And that's the closest a woman has ever been to my clit. The state I'm in, I wouldn't have stopped her!" She laughed.

"They want to meet up for a drink." I laughed.

"They're staying in the same hotel, Ross. She said she'll drop back my thong, or I could go get it myself!"

"We're going to have to change hotels or get a flight home. They'll be in the same shuttle as us!" she said, starting to panic.

"Relax," I told her. "It was a bit of fun. We'll just tell them it was fun and move on."

That night at the hotel, the orgasms were intense. I burst all over her back after bending her over. Her pussy was incredible, but I couldn't help thinking about Alan's wife. And I knew Char was thinking about Alan.