My 2001 Mexican Vacation Ch 1

Last month my husband and I took a vacation trip to Mexico where I discovered that the male population there could easily be considered the horniest on Earth. Besides being very macho, the guys in Mexico will fuck anything that moves at the drop of a hat. When they walk into a room, the fish stop swimming. Another thing is that they can be very erotic and highly experimental, and some of the things they wanted to do I never even considered. This will become obvious as my story progresses.

My sexual escapades started as soon as I got on the flight to Mexico, by my husband who suddenly decided that he wanted to join the Mile-High Club and dragged me into the bathroom for a "screw". As soon as we snuck in there he slipped his hands up my flimsy dress and yanked my thong aside. He got down on his knees and lifted me up onto the sink. It was quite cramped, but nevertheless he managed to bury his face in my pussy and was happily going to town. A few minutes later he got up and took out his cock. He pulled me down off the sink and maneuvered my face onto it burying his cock in my mouth fully. I took hold of it and started to lick from the base to the tip, occasionally pausing momentarily at the tip for a quick flick of the tongue.

He soon had me back on the sink where he pulled my knees apart in the cramped space and buried his cock in my pussy. I had my pussy professionally waxed baby-smooth before leaving home, in expectation of a little flashing (little did I know) in Mexico, to stir up the general population. The sight of my smooth pussy made hubby very horny and he was soon shooting his cum on my belly and the outside of my pussy.

A few hours later we landed in Ixtapa/Zihuatanejo. We got accosted by cabbies as soon as we got out the gate and we soon picked a very helpful driver and hopped into his cab. I couldn't help but notice his stares when I was getting into the cab. I was still dressed in the flimsy summer dress I'd worn on the flight, and it flailed in the breeze as I walked. It was loose and light enough that I had to hold it down at the slightest breeze to keep it from lifting up and "putting my goods on display".

The drive to our destination was a half-hour drive and our driver was quite talkative. He spoke good English, though broken as expected, and soon we were on quite friendly terms. He asked about us, where we were planning to go, what we were planning to do, and whom we were planning to do it with. My husband mentioned that we were planning to find a secluded beach to do some nude sunning. The driver asked if we were nudists and we told him that we were not, but we occasionally enjoyed lying out in the nude. He also mentioned that there was a certain thrill knowing that anyone would be able to walk in on us and that it was exciting for him to know that a complete stranger would see his naked wife. I wasn't very surprised when he suddenly asked the driver if he'd like to see my tits. The driver quickly nodded and half-turned towards me. I gave hubby a venomous look, not because I minded showing my tits, but because I still like to be asked first.

I leaned forward and dropped the spaghetti straps holding my dress up and it quickly dropped down around my waist. I wear my thongs pulled high over my hips, and the thong waistline stood out in sharp contrast to my skin where it was exposed. My tits bounced lightly as I giggled at the silliness of the whole thing. The driver reached back for a feel but I slapped his hand away playfully, until hubby said, "Come on honey, he just wants a little feel". The next time he reached back I let him cup a breast and pinch a nipple between his fingers. In the meantime, hubby laid back enjoying the fruits of his labor.

The driver got more brazen and suddenly blurted, "Can I see your pussy?" I couldn't help but laugh, because the way he said "pussy" was very funny. He placed the accent on the "u" making it sound like "poosy", which was very funny to me. Anyway, hubby answered for me again, earning him another venomous look, "Of course you can! Honey, show him your "poosy."" I was having a blast showing my "private parts" to this total stranger in a foreign country, so I climbed over the seat into the front passenger seat. I lay back sideways with my back against the door and I placed one foot on the seat and the other on the floor. I opened my legs as far as I could manage, giving him a view of my thong-covered pussy. I massaged the outside of my pussy a little at first then pulled the material aside, giving yet another man a view of my smooth pussy. He said something in Spanish, but didn't care to translate it. His hand was on the seat right next to my pussy and I reached for it and placed it on me.

He used his index finger and thumb to spread my pussy lips apart for a better view of pink skin. He kept saying things in Spanish, which was turning me on because since he didn't want to translate it meant that he didn't want to offend me with the implied nastiness. Hubby was leaning forward looking over the back seat at this point, and he contributed by massaging my left breast. The driver had his index finger inserted in my pussy and was slowly finger-fucking me while at the same time keeping an eye on the road. We were going through semi-hilly country down a two-lane road. I hadn't seen a car for miles, and since we were outside the city, nobody was walking. I asked him to pull over.

He gave me the biggest grin he could muster and pulled right over on the side of the road. I removed my dress completely and rather than have my thong pulled aside I opted to remove it altogether. I was now completely naked except for my sandals, which were "Greek wrap-around" style and were too much of a pain to take off and put back on.

He could hardly keep his hands to himself, so I told him to relax and I'd give them both a show to remember me by. I'd already considered what I did next when I first laid eyes on the stick shift of his car. I had wondered what it would feel like inside me, and I was bent on finding out. I maneuvered myself atop it, and after "moisturizing" myself with a little saliva, I lowered myself onto it. It was a little hard getting past the knob, but once past, the slim part was easy going. It was quite difficult doing this without bumping my head into the ceiling of the car, but I managed to get a rhythm going. I was fucking a stick shift and honestly enjoying it! I could tell that the guys were enjoying it a lot because of the hooting and whistling in the small confines of the car.

Since I could see out the windows better than the guys, I saw a couple of cars coming up on us, so I got off the shift and sat down like a good girl until they passed. Once past, the bad girl came back out. I needed cock! I reached across the seat and without asking I unzipped the driver's fly. He fumbled a little, but settled down as soon as my hand found cock flesh. I pulled it out easily since he wasn't very big, then got an all-fours and using my tongue I licked it like a lollipop. I could taste his saltiness, but since it was still pretty early in the day I knew he wasn't too sweaty yet. I peeled back his foreskin slowly while being careful not to use too much teeth and lots of tongue and lips.

My husband was happy to mainly watch and caress my pussy while I had most of the fun. The driver shot his load within minutes and in typical macho style he held my head down as he shot his cum into my mouth in spurts. I didn't mind since I don't dislike the taste of cum too much. After he came the fun kind of went out of me and I sat up and got dressed, and we continued or drive. When we arrived at our destination the driver didn't charge us for the drive, but gave us his telephone number so that we could call him when we were ready to go anywhere. We promised we would, and went inside to check into our hotel.