I am sitting on the balcony of my room in what is probably the nicest hotel in Cancun, overlooking the Pacific Ocean. I am trying to make sense of my situation and writing about my adventure will at a bare minimum, help me to understand what I did.
My name is Jan, I am 36 years old. I have a 15 year old daughter named Cindy, and a loving husband named Ed. We live on the outskirts of Los Angeles in a very nice home.
Ed is a wonderful provider and I have spent the last 16 years as a stay at home mom. Last fall we decided that Cindy was old enough to spend two weeks with her best friend over this summer vacation. Ed and I planned this vacation to Cancun as our first getaway alone since our honeymoon, 16 years ago.
Everything in our lives seemed to be going well, except as Ed has been saying for a few years, the spice has gone out of our relationship. Ed has tried to spice things up by suggesting everything from role playing in our bedroom to outright asking me to have sex with other men.
About two years ago, he had me read a few of the stories in literotica. When that didn't work, he actually wrote a few stories that were published on this site and asked me to read them. Again, I couldn't bring myself to consider doing things like nude beaches and wife swapping.
Ed kept insisting that it would be a big turn on for him to hear me tell him about being with another guy. I could always think of reasons to stay faithful to the only man that I love.
I met Ed in high school, and though I didn't consider myself a prude, I was pretty conservative. I was almost 18 when Ed finally talked me into letting him in my pants.
Sex was wonderful, foreplay was almost nonstop, and orgasms were intense.
Well after the last 2 years of Ed suggesting that we experiment with our sex life, last fall I finally relented and agreed that we could use a little excitement in the bedroom. I offered to take this vacation as a starting point, with no commitments or promise other than I would at least consider some of his ideas.
I had to admit to myself, that after all these years, sex had become routine.
I let my blond hair grow out of the short cuts that I had become accustomed to and I spent 6 months at the gym, shedding 25 pounds. I have to admit that I was feeling very good about myself as I was now 115 pounds on my 5'2 frame.
Fortunately for Ed, I did not lose any of my 36C breasts.
The day before we were to leave, Ed was asked to help with a major presentation to a new client. He was going to have to work for 3 or 4 days before he could take any time off.
He suggested that I go on ahead and enjoy the room that was already paid for, and that he would join me as soon as possible.
After much thought, I agreed to his plan and caught my flight out of LA yesterday morning.
Everything went smoothly and I caught the open air shuttle from the Cancun airport to the hotel along with 4 other passengers that were traveling to the same hotel.
Seeing the other two couples, while I was all alone was pretty depressing, but I knew that Ed was doing what he had to do and that he would soon be joining me. His faithfulness to our marriage was never in doubt.
I decided to go to my room and change for a walk on the beach before the sun set. I was surprised at how luxurious the room was as Ed usually did things on a tight budget.
I opened my suit case to lay out my clothes and I thought that I had been given the wrong bags because nothing that I had packed was in the case.
In place of my one piece swimsuits were four very small bikinis. In place of my evening attire were 3 very small sun dresses. In place of my casual wear, I found 3 tube tops and 3 what I had always called "fuck me skirts". In place of my comfortable cotton panties and bras were three thong panties and no bras.
I quickly figured that Ed had found an opportunity to repack my bags with what I guess was a shopping spree he had taken. There was also a note from Ed that said "wish I was with you but try to let your hair down and have fun. I look forward to hearing about your adventures" Love Ed.
I tried on the largest of the 3 sun dresses, thong panties and sandals. Without a bra, I felt naked, and I knew that thru the light material of the dress, my breasts would be visible if I stood in the sun.
At a bare minimum, the sun dress rubbing my nipples were making my nipples hard and that in turn made them visible in almost any light.
At first, I was really mad at Ed, but in the mirror, I had to admit that I looked pretty hot. Besides, I wasn't about to run into anyone I knew and the clothes I traveled in would be no use in this tropical paradise.
I took my credit card and the room key and headed for the beach. Other than the obvious stares of the husbands at my semi exposed breasts, I was pretty much on my own.
I walked for quite a while before I decided to find out what the hotel restaurant had on the menu.
Knowing that I didn't have a lot of choices to change my attire, I walked into the restaurant and asked for a table for one.
I tried not to look out of place with all the lively couples eating and laughing. I ordered the shrimp special and a margarita.
I was accustomed to having a few drinks on occasion, but between the tropical air and the wanting to fit in, I finished my second drink before the diner arrived and I was feeling pretty good.
As I was ordering desert, a handsome young Latin man came to my table and introduced himself as Juan.
When he asked what a beautiful young married woman was doing alone in this paradise, I thought he was talking about someone else. When he asked if I would allow him to join me, I just nodded my head and he sat across from me.
His drink arrived as he was sitting down, and the drinks and conversation continued for what seemed to be hours. He had beautiful brown eyes and the ability to listen.
It seemed like I did most of the talking. The only thing I really found out about him was that he was 22, that his family was very well off and that his manners and interest in me, made me want to tell him everything.
He would reach across the table in the midst of my stories and gently stroke my hands. It made me tingle all over to realize that this young man was really interested in me.
It was about 9:30 when Juan excused himself for what he said was family business. He thanked me for a wonderful evening and asked if I would join him in the dance cabana, set up on the beach in about 2 hours.
When I realized what time it was, I tried to explain that after travel and a long day, I would be no fun.
Instead of pushing the issue, he asked if I would allow him to escort me to my room.
Not being so sure of my ability to find the room after so many drinks, I accepted his offer.
When we arrived at the room, he kissed me on the cheek and left me with my world spinning and my thoughts unable to figure out what had just happened.
I took a quick shower and changed into one of the night shirts that Ed had packed for me. It fell about 2 inches below my crotch and did nothing to keep my breasts from falling out of the low cut neck or the sleeveless arms.
I tried to convince myself that sleep was my best option, but I kept coming back to the offer that Juan had made about dancing and the note that my husband had left about having a good time.
I had to admit that my sex life had gotten a bit stale and that this evening had really gotten me turned on.
After realizing that all this was making my nipples hard, I started playing with my nipples as I reached down to my pussy to try to relieve the tension by masturbating.
As I reached between my legs, I realized how wet I was.
Though I had masturbated before, never had I been this wet or this turned on. After an hour of tossing and turning, I realized that my only real option was to get dressed and go join the party.
As I put on one of the bright colored tube tops and fuck me skirts, all I could think of was that I hoped Juan would be there.
I checked myself out in the mirror and had to admit that not only did I look hot, but my husband was pretty good at dressing me.
My multi colored tube top, held up only by my tits, exposed about half my cleavage and my entire stomach. My hard nipples were clearly outlined for all to see.
My Skirt came to about 2 inches below my crotch and would be useless if I sat. The thong managed to cover only about half of my clean shaved pussy lips.
I made my way tentatively to the large canvas room on the beach, not knowing what to expect or how far I would allow myself to go if I did find Juan.
I found a table in the corner and ordered a house special. It had become pretty obvious that this night would be like no other.
It seemed like every unattached guy in the place made their play for my attention.
I was just about to give up when someone slid in the booth next to me unnoticed. As I turned to use one of my best brush off lines, Juan took my hand in his and kissed it as he said, he was glad that I had changed my mind.
The next song was a fast one and Juan asked me to join him on the dance floor. Without saying a word, I followed him to the center of the dance floor.
Though I was a bit rusty, I did my best to keep up with Juan, who turned out to be quite a good dancer.
That song was followed by a slow song, and without breaking stride, Juan pulled me to him and said, surely our table would still be there if I joined him for this one dance.
