Serena and I were into the third day of our Mexican vacation in Puerto Vallarta when the winds picked up out of the west, chasing most of the beach goers back to the protection of the pool area. My wife and I are definitely 'beach people' who love to spend our vacations soaking up the sun, working on our tans; along with taking many excursions to cool off in the tepid ocean waters. To us, nothing beats the soft warm winds and the drum beat of the lapping waves as they break on the beach. This day, however, the winds were just too much, forcing us to retreat along with the other sun worshippers.
We were lucky to find a free set of beach chairs, quickly placing our towels, beach bag and books down to mark our ground. Despite the wind, the sun was warm, forcing me to grab a couple of Pina Coladas from the pool bar so that we could cool down our overheated bodies. Before long, my wife and I were both buried in our own books, her reading erotic stories on the e-reader; and me devouring a novel on political intrigue, each of us sipping our drinks.
It was a good hour later, with the sun rising ever higher in the deep blue sky, sweat glistening on both of us, when we looked at each other, simultaneously declaring, "I think its pool time!" We were up in an instant, wading our way into the cool pool water, trying to avoid the splashing of a group of young men whose horse play seemed to be escalating.
Unsurprisingly, we eventually made our way to the swim-up pool bar, finding ourselves a couple of free water stools. We were greeted by the big smile of Pedro, one of the three bartenders working the bar who happily took our order. We ordered Sambuca shots and a couple cerveza, knocking the shots back as quickly as they were set in front of us; and then quaffing big gulps of the cold beer, which went down very nicely.
The setting was perfect , although a little unusual for us, and we settled in at the bar, a parade of people continuously revolving around us throughout the afternoon, nobody in particular seeming to stick around. Normally, we aren't big drinkers, but the atmosphere, the warm sun and smooth drinks slowly snuck up on us, and before we knew it we had slipped into a happy but intoxicated state, much to Pedro's amusement. Inevitably, we passed the point of stopping, obviously on our way to a late night and an inevitable 'big hurt' the next day.
Late in the afternoon, with the sun starting the downward journey from its apex, another couple appearing to be about our age, mid-fifties, perched themselves on the seats next to us. They were an attractive couple for their age, both sporting deep tans which contrasted sharply against the vibrant colours of their bathing suits. The gentleman was fairly fit and well groomed, about 5' 9", with a mid-sized frame, brown eyes, salt and pepper hair, matching moustache and trimmed beard, a healthy amount of chest hair; and a slightly pronounced paunch to his belly.
His wife exuded a similar air of class, with long bleached blonde hair tied back in a bun and an array of gleaming gold jewellery. She was about 5'4" with at least D cup sized breasts, accentuated by her somewhat skimpy two-piece bathing suit. She was a bigger girl, also with a bit of a tummy paunch, but the combination of her blonde hair, dark tan and deep blue eyes brought it all together for her. Everything about her conveyed an obvious aura of sexuality and a sense that she lived the good life.
It didn't take long to realize that this couple was on a similar road to oblivion just like my wife and me. They were drinking Tequila shooters prior to each of their drinks, mixing beer and cocktails and getting giddier by the minute. Before long, we were exchanging names -- us, Baron (though I go by 'Bear') and Serena from Calgary, Alberta and them, Tom and Tammy from Kelowna, British Columbia -- and sharing stories; each one getting louder and raunchier.
Tammy wasn't what I normally found attractive in a woman, but she had my head swimming, with her big personality, and deeply contrasting features. I consider myself a 'small tit' man, but I couldn't help myself from constantly staring at her cleavage, especially as her nipples began poking out in the ever cooling afternoon air. The four of us just hit it off, right from the get-go, each couple trying to outdo the other with stories from the past. Soon, the stories became more sexual and revealing. Tom and Tammy were both very gregarious, constantly touching our arms as they emphasised particular parts of their tales. I certainly enjoyed Tammy's touch and in glancing at Serena several times, she didn't seem to mind the attention being paid to her by Tom.
The pool started to clear as the afternoon wore on, but none of us had any inclination to part company. Pedro kept us well lubricated, obviously having seen it all before; this being nothing new to him. He just smiled sociably each time he served us with another round of drinks.
Serena and I were glowing with the attention being showered upon us, something we weren't used to, as we generally didn't interact much with other people, preferring our own company. Something told me this whole scenario wasn't something new to Tom and Tammy. They displayed an easy sense of smoothness in their demeanour, which gave off a strong sense of attractive confidence in themselves; something Serena and I lacked at times.
Tom caught me off guard, when he croaked, "Bear, take a picture, it'll last longer, Bud!"
I was like a deer in the headlights and tried to stammer out, "W-what do you mean?" But I knew I had been caught staring at Tammy's tits. Tammy just grinned like a Cheshire cat; proudly sticking her breasts out even further, if that was possible.
Tammy quietly whispered to me, "Go ahead and touch them Bear, I'm sure she won't mind," nodding towards Serena for tacit approval, a sort of double-check that it was in fact okay.
Serena was so far gone by this time, she just had a shit eating grin on her face and said, "Go ahead Bear; you've been staring at them for a while now! I'm sure they don't bite." To say I was stupefied would be a vast understatement.
My eyes were like saucers as I took in all three of them, mumbling hesitatingly, "Are you serious?" Not sure which one of them I was asking, not believing I was asking at all. Each of them was nodding their approval. I still don't know which one of the three surprised me more -- Tammy for letting me, Tom for allowing it, or Serena for even thinking it was okay.
Tammy lowered herself off the water stool, pulling me by the shoulder, taking us both under the surface. Before we could even come up for air, she had somehow placed one of my hands on her humungous breast, pressing herself into my touch. Her nipples were hard like a bullet and her melons were at least twice as large as any I had ever had the pleasure of touching in my sheltered past. Again, I was wide eyed but very conscious of those around me, wondering if I still might get a slap or a punch. We stayed under the waterline, so as to hide what we were doing and soon Tammy had both my hands on her breasts with one of her hands cupping my balls. She began to kiss me forcibly and with wild abandon, her large pouty lips, and untamed tongue knowing exactly what they wanted. She seemed to have no shame. How the hell did this happen?
At first I felt a bit panicked, worried what Serena would really have to say later, worried what others around the pool might think. I tried to free myself enough to look around Tammy's embrace, and was totally shocked when I caught sight of Serena and Tom doing the exact same thing, although in their case, him being the aggressor. They were necking like high schoolers, their hands a fury of activity. Serena seemed to be enjoying this unexpected burst of excitement every bit as much as I was. Seeing her enjoying herself, allowed me to relax and match Tammy's passion with my own, as we locked in a wild French kiss. Tammy felt and tasted every bit as good as she looked.
Tom and Serena had slipped over towards the far side of the pool, sealed in an unending kiss of their own, her seeming to be pressing her pussy against his hand, although I couldn't see clearly. I was greatly surprised to see my somewhat uptight wife letting her hair down in such a brazen manner. She certainly was no angel, but she had always scrunched up her nose at any hint of a threesome or any such similar sexual experience; swapping partners was certainly not something she would approve of. Yet there she was kissing a relative stranger in the mostly deserted pool, uncharacteristically seeming not to have a care in the world that she might be observed by others. This was definitely a nice turn of events and pleased me greatly!
Both couples spent a good hour making out in the pool, never taking notice that darkness had descended around them; and that Pedro and his crew had cleaned and closed up shop for the day. Eventually, the four of us, all beginning to shiver in the cooling water, made our way towards the stairway at the edge of the pool, knowing it was time to call it a day, for the pool area, at least. Tom and Tammy seemed to be beaming and very pleased with themselves, which was the very opposite of Serena and me, who were feeling very sheepish and guilty with our behaviour. We both avoided any eye contact with each other and with the other couple.
Out of the pool, both couples made their way back to their respective loungers to grab towels and dry off. Serena and I did so in dumbfounded but contented silence. Tom and Tammy snuck up on us and in unison said, "Goodnight guys!"
Tammy added, "Hopefully we'll see you tomorrow."
All Serena and I could do is nod our silent acquiesce, barely able to spit out, "Sure, tomorrow. Goodnight."
On the walk back, neither of us spoke a word about what had happened regarding the afternoon's unexpected turn of events. Back in our room we tried to talk about what had just happened to us, but the alcohol hit each of us like a powerful right hook, swiftly putting us down for the count. We fell fast asleep on top of the covers, not even taking the time to wash up or remove our still damp bathing suits. We slept in blissful oblivion, never waking to go out for dinner.
Morning came much too quickly for both of us, even though we slept in much later than would be our normal routine; our heads pounding with vicious headaches and a murky recollection of the day before. Neither of us wanted to verbalize the experience dominating our thoughts as we washed up so we could go down for some much needed breakfast. We walked together in silence, each deep in our own thoughts, not totally sure what the other was thinking, or even sure we wanted to know.
It wasn't until we settled in with our breakfast plates, greedily gulping down our first few sips of regenerating hot coffee, that we were able to finally look each other in the eyes, not sure what we might see. Simultaneously, we broke out in huge shit assed grins, and spoke just above a whisper, "What the fuck was that?" Each with exaggerated enunciation and wide eyes.
Over the next half hour we hashed out what we could remember and how we were feeling about things. It became abundantly clear we were both very excited; but at the same time more worried that we may have inadvertently hurt the other's feelings and sense of morality; and especially how the previous day's events might affect our relationship in the long term.
