Jen and I had come to the Mayan Rivera in Mexico for beach days and romantic nights, but all week it had rained in torrents. Cooped up in the hotel room, we read all the books we'd brought and made love until we were bored with it. We'd don our cheap plastic rain parkas and go out for food, but other than that, there was nothing to do. We'd developed a serious case of cabin fever and, in truth, we were getting on each other's nerves quite a bit
But on this day the rain finally had stopped in the afternoon, and we'd spent some hours on the beach. Even though the sky was gray, the water was beautiful turquoise and it felt so liberating to be out in our swimsuits with the breeze on our skin and our feet in the sand.
We decided that evening we would splurge. We'd seen an upscale place with tables right on the beach, each with an umbrella. It was a short walk from the hotel. We could have drinks and dinner at a table on the sand and dance to a live band. I watched Jen getting ready, standing at the mirror brushing her medium length brunette hair while wearing an expensive matching lavender satin bra and panty. Jen is an attractive woman from the front, but she is a beautiful woman from the back. Seen from the front, her shape and her legs are good, but her breasts are small. She has unblemished skin, deep brown eyes, and nice hair. Her face is expressive and intelligent, pretty but not strikingly beautiful. From the back, though, her slender waist makes a perfect feminine curve, accentuating her gorgeous ass. That shape filling out the shiny high waist satin panties was giving me a stirring, which was nice to feel after a boring week in the room. Jen was in a playful, happy mood. She put on a short cotton dress and smoothed the fabric.
We stepped out the door together to walk up the beach, happy to be having some fun at last. Just as we were about to step out from under the shelter of the hotel entrance, the sky opened up again, and the deluge resumed.
Jen groaned in frustration and rolled her eyes and spun around to head back inside. Just then another couple came out the door, and they too stopped, watching the rain pour down. "Damn it," the man said. He was about our age, mid-thirties, taller than my five foot eight inches with dirty blond hair. He was thin and somewhat athletic looking, but not a body builder.
"We know how you feel," Jen said to them. "We have been here almost a week and we thought we might finally get a break from the rain."
"Us too, and this is our last night," the woman added. She was about Jen's height, five six, with lovely breasts under her flower print sun dress that revealed slender arms and nicely shaped legs., Her blue-eyed perky face smiled under short hair that might have had some help being blonde. The four of us were headed back into the lobby.
"Look," I said. "We have some snacks in the room and a bottle of tequila we were going to take back with us. Would you like to come up for a while and share them?"
She looked at him and they smiled at each other. "Yes!" he said. "We have some things, too. I'm Andy, by the way. And this is my wife Marika."
"Jen, and this is my husband Angelo."
After a short discussion, it was decided to take our food and drink to their room, which was a mini-suite with a sofa and coffee table and some extra chairs. So a few minutes later we gathered there, leaving our shoes inside the door beside theirs. Marika made margaritas in their kitchenette. We spread the snacks on the coffee table. Jen and Marika sat on the sofa while Andy and I pulled up a couple of chairs to sit on.
We talked about the weather, of course, and about our jobs and so on. The rain continued outside as we enjoyed the food and margaritas. I noticed Andy's obvious appreciation for Jen, and I she seemed to be having a good time chatting with him. Marika was nice to look at too, and friendly.
They had a deck of cards on the table and Andy was shuffling it over and over, just giving his hands something to do. "Let's play something," Jen suggested. That started us talking about card games. There weren't many that all of us knew.
"Look," Marika said with a mischievous grin. "Andy and I fly out tomorrow. We have this one evening with you and then we will never see each other again, right? It is a unique opportunity. We don't have to worry that the others will gossip with our neighbors about what happens or anything like that. So let's make it interesting. Let's do something out of the ordinary. What do you say, Jen?"
"What are you thinking?" Jen asked, smiling.
"Strip poker?" I asked, guessing.
"Just like a man," Jen said. "That is so juvenile"
"No, it's adolescent," Andy corrected her. "I like that idea," he said, looking directly at Jen, obviously thinking of seeing Jen naked.
"Give us a minute on that," Marika said. She then took Jen into the bedroom for a private conversation. Andy and I looked at each other.
"You really want to do this if they are ok with it?" I asked him.
"Yes, definitely!" he said grinning.
"Me too," I said.
A few minutes later, the girls came back. "Although neither of us normally would have any part of it, after a week of boredom, tonight strip poker could be part of it," Jen said. "But instead of poker just deal a single card to each person. Lowest card loses."
We agreed.
"And let's see, Jen and I are wearing bras, panties, and dresses, so if one of us lost three hands it would be over," Marika said,
"Same for us, though," I said, looking at Andy. He was wearing a Hawaiian shirt, shorts, and I assumed underwear, as was I. "Three hands."
"OK, but Marika and I thought this might make it more interesting," Jen suggested. "It could be sort of like truth or dare, but just the truth part. So if you draw low card, you have to choose whether to answer truthfully or take something off."
"Who would decide what to ask if truth is chosen?" Andy wanted to know.
"Whoever had the highest card?" Marika suggested.
Everyone agreed. Marika made another pitcher of Margaritas as we cleared the snacks from the table. Already I was feeling an alcohol buzz and the tingling of arousal.
The game turned out to be immensely entertaining but not quite in the way I had expected. At first it seemed the losers all were choosing truth to avoid being the first to take something off. But the questions they had to answer were not easy ones.
When Marika drew her first losing card, I had the high card. I said, "Tell us something that Andy doesn't know you know about him."
Marika thought for a while, then blushed. She looked at Andy and said, "Andy goes to a strip club almost every week."
"How did you know that?" Andy said, obviously embarrassed but trying to smile about it.
"I kept seeing a charge for 'CTC, Inc.' on the monthly statement," Marika said. "So I called the credit card company and tracked it down." She took a sip of her Margarita and turned to Jen. "CTC stands for Camel Toe Club."
Jen smiled knowingly, but I honestly did not know what 'camel toe' meant. So I asked. Andy just laughed, but Jen said, "Angelo, it's the shape like when a girl at the gym is wearing spandex shorts that are too tight."
"I still don't..."
Marika stood up and lifted her dress, revealing the front of her rose colored French cut cotton panties. She pulled the fabric up tight, separating her labia. "A camel has two toes with a cleft between them. Get it?" she asked, sitting down on the sofa.
"Oh, that was hot!" I said, and Andy agreed. We all loosened up after Marika did that.
Everyone lost some hands. More truths were told, like when Andy chose truth and Jen made him tell about the first time a girl had touched his cock. "I am embarrassed to admit, it was when I had just turned eighteen." he said. "I had just started college and I had a sore on my penis. I went to the infirmary and a physician's assistant examined me. She was an older woman, but nice looking. I had my pants down and she was wearing a white coat and surgical gloves. I was soft to start with, but when she touched me and twisted it a little to examine the shaft, I got a hard on instantly. It must have happened to her before, because she said nothing about it. She finished the exam and told me to pull up my pants. I was so embarrassed."
"Of course, you fantasized for weeks about what you wished she had done," I said, laughing. And Andy nodded agreement.
Marika drew high card to my losing card asked me to tell of one of our most erotic evenings. I described an evening when we took a hot bath in an old fashioned bathtub together, by candle light, sipping champagne. And kissing and caressing with soapy hands, before drying each other with towels. Then in bed I caressed Jen's nipples and labia with rose petals before following with my tongue and then serious lovemaking. I could see Jen smiling as I told it, and Marika liked it too.
The tequila seemed to be sneaking up on us, as tequila does, surprising us with how buzzed we were. We grew very comfortable with each other. I noticed that both the women, who originally had kept their legs primly together, were relaxing and letting their legs hang open sometimes. And both were showing wetness on their panties, to my delight and Andy's.
The next time Jen lost a hand, she chose to take off her dress off, revealing her body and sexy lingerie. She folded her dress and walked over to put it on the counter of the kitchenette, and we all watched her exquisite backside. "God, those are beautiful panties," Andy said, ogling her ass. "Are they vintage?"
"You mean granny panties?" Jen asked, giving her ass a little shimmy and laughing.
Andy lost the next hand and took off his shirt and dropped it on the floor beside his chair. The next time I lost, I decided to be different and take off my shorts first, and the ladies approved as I unfastened them and let them drop to my ankles, and then kicked them to the side. So I was wearing a shirt and boxers. But I soon lost the shirt, and Andy lost his shorts.
The next time Marika lost, we all expected her to take her dress off. But she chose truth, and Jen had the high card. "Tell us your secret sexual desire. What do you want to do with Andy that you have never done and never told him?"
