My wife and I had been married for five years when we finally decided to take our first post-honeymoon vacation. After five years of the mundane, busy modern married lifestyle, we wanted to go somewhere far away, somewhere hot, where we could just loosen up our collars and enjoy ourselves without worrying about bumping into anybody that we knew. We wanted to be a little daring, adventurous, and exciting – the very things that our life had not been in the cold north. The very things that we could not be at home, where we had to fit into the professional suburban mold that we had worked so hard to attain. We both desperately wanted to burst out of the conservative shells that we felt so trapped in, and live out a fantasy or two while we were still young.
So it was that we found ourselves in a five-star hotel at Key Largo, in the month of December, looking to add some color to both our marriage, and to our pale skin tones. We decided to go all out and spring for the honeymoon suite, overlooking the ocean from a high-rise balcony, which held a lavish jacuzzi. Already my mind was fantasizing about a night of steamy hot sex in the jacuzzi, underneath the stars and the sultry tropical air, our sexual acts exposed in front of anyone who might be watching. But this fantasy would have to remain in my mind for the time being, as my wife was interested in a night out on the town first.
My wife Amy, who was normally as straight laced as they came, promised to try to be more on the wild side during our trip. A secretary at a major corporation, she was used to dressing quite conservative, mainly adorning herself in blousy, loose fitting shirts and pants and little to no make-up. She made herself look ordinary every day, even though she is anything but that in the nude. The clothes that she wore did an amazing job of hiding her very large, full breasts and curvy figure from the rest of the world. I guess that it was my little secret – because with her 38 DD breasts and thin waistline, if she were to wear even a medium sized shirt, she'd have every guy in that office bulging in their trousers. And since she was a virgin before we got married, she shied away from such things. She had only ever known the taste of my kiss, and the feel of my cock in her wet pussy. I was everything that she knew of sexual pleasure.
Much to my surprise, she came out of the bathroom on this night dressed in a tight white v-neck t-shirt with a push up bra underneath! Her heaping breasts were practically pouring out of her shirt, and the supple outline left little to the imagination! She also had on a short black skirt that was riding up her thighs, and a pair of black pumps. My cock jumped to attention. This was my shy, conservative wife? I had never seen her so daring, and so sexy. Her lips were covered in dark red lipstick, and her auburn hair was pulled up to reveal her sexy neckline and the outline of her clavicles. I couldn't believe it. She looked completely hot and fuckable!
I couldn't resist her. I came up behind my slut-wife and began to lick the nape of her neck. I whispered into her ear that I wanted to fuck her right now; I couldn't wait. She slowly turned to me, with a smile, and told me that I would have to be patient. She wanted to go out on the town first, and see where that led us. My suggestion that she didn't have the nerve to go out in public dressed so revealing was met with a quiet, sexy confidence when she asked me if I would get jealous. She asked me if I was afraid other men might notice her big breasts and sexy legs, and get aroused? She had such a sexy smile as she asked me. Although it was true, I thought that I might get jealous, I decided to play along. After all, she never acted anything like this at home. And besides, we were never going to see any of these people again; it might be fun to try and tease each other a little. So I put on a tank top and pair of tight jeans, showing off my muscular build, and we left into the steamy night air.
We decided to go out to a popular dance club in the area, and since it was Saturday night, the place was very busy. But we were playing a game tonight; a game that was intended to test our patience, and make us both as hot and horny as we could get. We decided to pretend not to know each other inside of the dance club. The rules were that we could not talk to each other, but we would watch each other as we both would try and make the other as jealous as possible. The first person to get jealous and break cover would win the game, and would have to do the bidding of the other for the night. I almost didn't want to win...
So I let her enter the club first. As she passed the bouncer, I saw her "drop" something on the ground and casually bend over to pick it up right near his crotch. As she bent over her shirt hung down, giving the bouncer an easy view of her voluptuous breasts. She slowly came up, "accidentally" brushing her tits against his leg, apologizing with a smile as she did. I watched as the bouncer took a good look down her shirt, then turned and watched her ass as she walked away. She gave me a quick glance and smile, then disappeared into the music. I was already getting very jealous, and the game had just begun! I waited two minutes, then entered the dance club to find my vice, not knowing what may be waiting inside.
As I walked into the room, there were wall-to-wall bodies bumping and grinding as I made my way through. Sweat and sex were everywhere. I made my way over to the bar on the other side, where my wife said she would be waiting for me. As I arrived and sat down, I looked across the bar and saw her sitting between two beefy-looking younger men. They were just talking, albeit rather closely, and my wife gave me a quick glance and smile to let me know that she saw me. She actually looked like she was enjoying herself! I had to do something quick, or I would lose the game. So I found a hot girl dancing with a group of friends nearby, and walked over to join them.
She was Latino, and looked very sexy in a lace top, with long flowing hair brushing up against her medium sized tits. I would never say it to my wife, but I have always been aroused by Latino women. Within a few minutes, I had won her over with my charm, and began dancing with her closely and personally. I looked back at my wife, who now seemed to be taking more of an interest in me. This was my chance. I grabbed the girl's waist and pulled her into my crotch, grinding myself against her pussy. She had on a pair of tight jeans, and could no doubt feel my growing cock pressing up against her. As I looked at her, my heart began to race. She was getting hot on me, and it showed on her face. She was pushing her pussy into me with a slow, sexy motion that was making me lose control. My cock was growing fully erect, and she could feel it. I could do nothing to stop it. I glanced back at my wife, and to my surprise, she actually looked aroused by the sight of me dancing like this with another woman. I was getting too hot. I had to stop before things went too far. And yet, I could not stop. I soon found myself passionately kissing her, our tongues writhing together in ecstacy. My hand began to wander to her pussy, gently brushing it as we danced.
