Once Upon a Time in Mexico

A few years ago, I was on holiday in Mexico with Nix. It was a last-minute 10-night escape from the British winter. We'd been together around 5 years. I was 38 at the time, and she was just 25. Nix is a striking female 6'2" with long brunette hair, a curvaceous figure, and a cracking set of tits that drew more than the occasional glance. Especially in a bikini, stretched out poolside, sipping cocktails.

On our second day, we were lounging under the sun when I offered to grab us some cocktails. Nix smirked and nodded. "Margarita, please."

At the bar, I noticed a guy having trouble with his all-inclusive card it kept getting declined, and he looked properly embarrassed. After the third failed attempt, I stepped in, pretended I knew him, and told the barman it was on my tab. He protested at first, but eventually relented, mumbling thanks under his breath with a sheepish grin.

Later, as Nix and I were still sprawled on our loungers, the same man wandered over now down to just swim shorts. His toned frame was hard to miss. He held out two mojitos with a relaxed smile.

"Hey guys, brought these to say thanks for earlier. Name's Vin."

He dropped down beside us, easy and relaxed, and we got chatting.

Over the next few days, we got to know him better.

Vin was 46, with a touch of grey starting to show but it suited him. He was from Canada, a structural engineer who specialised in concrete. Recently divorced, though he mentioned he'd been separated for nearly three years. He was upfront about being here to enjoy himself a now officially divorced holiday a treat to himself, sun, drinks, and whatever else might come his way.

I caught him stealing glances at Nix hard not to. Her bikini barely contained her, I'd picked up at the local market on our first night, while we were getting our bearings. It was deliberately a size too small, it hugged every curve and left little to the imagination. Originally a cheeky little treat for myself, in hindsight, it was fast becoming a shared pleasure for every man within view.

Her skin shimmered beneath a fresh layer of sun cream, already taking on a golden bronze. Most of the guests were older couples escaping outside the school-holiday chaos. Among them, Nix stood out completely. Youthful. Radiant. Irresistible.

One particularly lazy afternoon, I'd just drifted off on my lounger after trying to drink my own weight in mojitos, AirPods in, when Nix nudged me. "Hun, can you put some cream on my back?" she asked, a mischievous glint in her eye.

"You always wait until I'm comfy, don't you?" I teased.

Before I could move, Vin offered smoothly, "I don't mind doing it. Save your husband the effort if that's alright with you, of course."

Nix glanced at me, her lips twitching with amusement, then nodded. "Thanks."

Vin knelt beside her, starting at her calves, then slowly working his way up to her back. There was something disarmingly intimate about it. His touch was confident, practised even. And as his fingers slid over her lower back, I felt an unexpected flicker of arousal stir in my gut.

"God, Nix, your shoulders are tight," he murmured. "I did a massage course years ago. My ex used to beg for them."

Nix giggled softly. "I haven't had a proper massage in ages. I was thinking of booking one at the spa."

"I could give you a basic one now, if you like," Vin offered, voice dropping a note.

He looked at me for approval. I smirked. "Why not? Saves me paying spa prices."

Vin shifted behind her and began working her shoulders in long, deliberate strokes. I stayed half-turned, sneaking glances as his hands glided over her sun lotioned skin. Nix visibly relaxed under his touch, her lower lip caught gently between her teeth when his fingers grazed the side of her breast.

After a few minutes, Nix turned her head and caught my eye. She mouthed, WTF? then flicked her gaze downwards.

I followed it and saw the clear outline of Vin's hard cock, straining against his shorts, pressing lightly against Nix's arse as he leaned over her.

He must've noticed too he stood quickly, there you go all relaxed before mumbling something about needing to work on his own tan and heading back to his lounger.

Nix rolled onto her back, chuckling. When he was out of earshot, she whispered, "Did he seriously get a boner?"

I nodded. "Oh, he definitely did. And it wasn't small."

We both laughed but the moment lingered.

Back in our room that evening, before dinner, we couldn't keep our hands off each other. Our lovemaking was raw, intense with something unspoken. Later, over drinks, Nix confessed that feeling Vin's cock pressing against her had turned her on. "It felt... big even heavy," she murmured.

Her words lit a fire in me.

Fuelled by booze and honesty, I finally admitted that the idea of another man touching her aroused me too. Saying it out loud was thrilling.

After dinner on the balcony, sipping champagne, horny from the evenings conversation, I blurted out. "Text him."

She blinked at me, caught off guard. "Text him?" Text who?

"Vin of course. Thank him for the massage. Ask if he wants to give you another one a less basic one. in private. In our room."

Her eyes sparkled, lips curling into a wicked grin. Without hesitation, she grabbed her phone.

Vin replied minutes later He apologised, saying he had plans that evening, but could swing by in the tomorrow if we reminded him of our room number.

Nix sent it. We finished the bottle. Retiring for some more holiday nookie. Then fell asleep tangled and spent.

The next morning, a buzz on Nix's phone woke us. A message from Vin:

What time works for you guys?

Nix hesitated, biting her lip. The confident seductress from last night had been replaced with something Uncertain softer nervousness, perhaps. Even Regret?

"You were so turned on last night," I said gently. "And I meant what I said. You can do whatever you want. I'll leave the room, give you space... no guilt."

She sighed. "That was drunk, horny talk, babe."

"We're on holiday make the most of it just get another massage."

She paused, then said, almost to herself, "I might... just get another massage. That's all."

Nix sent him her response give us Thirty minutes, Come at noon.

I was in the shower, the water running cool as I tried not to let my mind run wild. The moment Nix stepped in behind me, she shrieked as the cold hit her skin.

"Bloody hell! Why's it so cold? You never take cold showers," she said, laughing.

I gave her a look the kind that said, You know exactly why! She grinned We both knew.

When we got out, Nix slipped into her smallest bikini. "Planning on giving him an eyeful?" I asked, eyebrow raised.

She rolled her eyes at me, then tied a light blue sarong loosely around her hips. "Maybe."

Then came the knock at the door.

I greeted Vin with casual ease, offered a half-hearted excuse about heading to the gift shop. He nodded, smiling.

Nix played the part of polite hostess, her voice sweet and breezy. "Water? Or something stronger?" she asked, drawing his attention effortlessly with that flirtatious glint in her eye.

"Nix, I'm off to pick up those few souvenirs, you guys have fun," I called out casually as I stepped out. But I turned almost immediately, catching the door just before it clicked shut.

Instead of leaving, as planned and as they believed I hesitated. Then quietly slipped back into the room, pushing the door closed behind me until it clicked loudly. A signal of my supposed departure. In truth, I'd took up position into the sofa area hidden, but close enough to hear. Close enough to watch.

I waited... then risked a glance around the corner.

Vin was already on the bed, straddling Nix. They hadn't wasted a second. I watched as he reached for the bottle of bronzing oil we'd bought from the gift shop the day before my idea of a substitute for massage oil the scent of coconut in the room, that unmistakable smell of holiday.

Nix lay beneath him, her body no quite relaxed, limbs tight with anticipation. Her sarong had been discarded, her bikini barely a barrier. As Vin poured oil into his palms, it gleamed in the midday sunlight coming in thought the linen curtains his hands rubbing together before sliding across her shoulders with slow, deliberate care.

The sexual tension was palpable. Not forced. Not awkward. Just two people sinking into a moment charged with something electric... and I was there, holding my breath in the shadows, watching it all unfold.

He began massaging her shoulders again slow, deliberate strokes the bronzing oil catching the light as it glistened on her skin. Each pass of his hands coaxed her further into the moment, her breathing softening, slowing, her body yielding beneath his touch.

Then I heard her voice, low and teasing: "What did you have in mind for a less basic massage?"

He didn't answer. He didn't need to.

I saw it the subtle shift of his hand as he reached for the strings of her bikini top.

Nix offered no resistance she didn't flinch. She simply lifted her chest slightly, giving him room, and slipped the top free, letting it fall to the floor.

Her bare back curved beneath his touch, the line of her spine gleaming with oil as his hands moved lower, bolder.

"Do you want to turn over?" he asked, his voice thick, careful.

"Yeah... go on then," she murmured, her tone low and sensual, thick with something darker than just consent anticipation.

She rolled onto her back, her breasts exposed cleavage soft and full. Nix's nipples were already hardening, teased by the room's air-con as it blew cool air across her skin. But it wasn't just the chill. They were sensitive with sheer excitement, and ached with anticipation.

"Time to do my front," she said quietly, a faint smile on her lips.

Vin didn't hesitate. He slicked his palms with more oil and began again, this time over her collarbone, down to the swell of her breasts. His thumbs circled each nipple slowly, intentionally making them stiffen further under the tease of his touch before he moved on Nix cooed with delight. The oil pooled in her navel, Vin smoothed it across her stomach, his hands sliding lower, just grazing the top of her bikini bottoms. A prolonged Mmmm left her lips.

Five minutes passed. Nix's moans were low, breathy, as if trying to keep herself from slipping too far. Then ten. He lingered, his touch growing slower, more intimate.

"Shall I do your legs too?" he asked, his voice now barely above a whisper.

I edged forward in my hiding spot, breath caught in my throat as I watched

His hands slid up her thighs, fingertips grazing higher with each pass. Her hips lifted ever so slightly, just enough.

"You've got a beautiful body," he murmured. "Absolutely stunning."

Nix's breath caught. Her voice was barely audible. "Is this okay?"

"Yes..." she exhaled. "It feels good."

The sound changed the faint friction of his fingers stroking over the thin fabric of her bikini bottoms. Her moans came from deeper quivering unable to control their spontaneity, the pitch rising quivering with each gentle press.

Then came her words soft, but clear.

"You can take them off, if you want."

Vin had been waiting for it. He untied the strings at her hips, and Nix responded with a subtle shift legs closed, lifting her arse just enough for him to ease the bottoms away. He slid them down deliberately slowly, letting them slip from his fingers at the edge of the bed, where they joined her discarded bikini top on the floor.

Now fully naked, Nix tan lines were striking her smooth, bare skin, looked effortlessly sexy, relaxed, yet nervous with anticipation. With a slow, uncertain movement, she parted her legs offering herself to him. Then came the sound. Unmistakable Wet Hungry.

His mouth on her.

When I looked again, my breath caught.

Nix was straddling his face, her back arched, one hand braced against the wall for balance, the other reaching blindly behind her to wrap around his big thick, glistening cock now slick with tanning oil as she pumped away slowly making the big head shine as she pulled the skin back and forth over it. The sight was obscene... and beautiful.

She pivoted effortlessly, lips parting as she eased down into a slow 69. Her hips rocked gently as his tongue worked beneath her, and her mouth opened wide to take him in. I watched as she began to move, her head bobbing in a slow rhythm with her pelvic thrusts, her moans vibrating around him.

I couldn't help myself. My cock was already hard, aching. I wrapped my hand around it, stroking slowly, quietly...

Then Nix saw me. Our eyes locked.

She didn't stop. She didn't flinch. Instead, she held my gaze before lifting her mouth off him, she simply mouthed, I love you, not out of guilt, as a thank you. Then Nix wrapped her lips back around him, she started riding his face harder, her rhythm urgent, chasing that peak. Nix kept pausing her sucking as she gasped for air against his big dick while moaning from the pleasure Vin was giving her. Finally, her body tensed, thighs trembling, and she came a loud, raw cry that echoed through the room.

She eased back, before dismounting wiping her lips with the back of her hand, and looked down at him, flushed and breathless.

"Your turn now..." she whispered. "How do you want me?"

Vin didn't answer with words. He simply grabbed her by the hips, pushing her onto all fours, and slid his big cock into her wet pussy in one slow, thick thrust.

I stepped forward into the bedroom cock in hand, watching captivated as he fucked Nix with a steady, powerful rhythm. Each thrust was deep, deliberate. His hips slammed against her arse with a wet slap, withdrawing his full length for me to see again and again, her moans loud, unfiltered.

He didn't last long. With a deep, groan, he pulled out, gripping his thick cock its swollen, purple head slick and glistening from Nix. He pumped the full length fast, firm, relentless. His balls tightened, drawing up just before the head began to pulse then thick streaks of cum spilled across her arse, coating the soft dimples of her lower back, trailing down her curves.

"Fuck... sorry," he muttered breathlessly. "Been a while..."

Nix looked over her shoulder, smiling. Then turning she leaned in and kissed him softly, unbothered, glowing.

"It's okay," she whispered.

Then she stood and walked over to me, hips swaying his cum still glistening on her skin. She kissed me, deep and breathless, her breasts pressing into my chest, nipples hard against my skin. Her lips were hot with adrenaline... and something else.

I gripped her waist, my hand sliding down her still-oiled skin to cup her arse, fingers brushing through the silky mess he'd left behind.

Vin glanced up just for a moment a flicker of shock, surprise, maybe even a trace of embarrassment. Not from what he'd done... or how he'd performed... but from the sudden realisation that I'd been there. Watching. The entire time.

Without a word, Nix took my hand and led me through the suite past my quiet viewing point and the sofas out onto the balcony. Whatever inhibition she'd once held had melted away, cast aside like her bikini.

I bent her over the railing, his semen trailing slowly down the inside of her glossy thighs. I didn't care who might see. I kicked her legs apart and drove into her still-dripping pussy fucking her as hard as I could.

The extra room Vin had left inside her gave me just enough to hold back, to savour the lack of friction. My balls slapped against the same spot his had moments ago, and the sound only pushed us further.

I came deep inside her, groaning her name, then murmured low against her ear, "You're a naughty, beautiful, big-breasted brunette aren't you."

She buckled beneath me with another orgasm, and we collapsed back into the sun chair behind us, breathless and spent.

Eventually, we slipped back into the coolness of the room.

By then, Vin had slipped out unnoticed.

Nix glanced at her phone.

A message lit the screen:

Thanks for an amazing time. You're incredible.