If I'm not drunk yet, I will be by the time I finish the two banana daiquiris in front of me. My name is Andrea, but everyone calls me Andy. My husband, Luke, is sitting in our hotel room right now. He had a bit too much to drink last night and isn't feeling well, so I thought I'd let him rest a while. We've been married just over 10 years. We have two kids. They're at home with their grandparents while we're in Mexico for a well deserved vacation. There are only 2 days left before we go back to the daily grind.
I have a well hidden wild streak that I don't allow to escape often enough. Even I forget about it sometimes, because it's been so long since I've let it out. Right now, I'm sitting at the pool, not wearing much, and I'm enjoying the parade of beautiful bodies going by. I catch a few eyes and my mind starts to wander towards an unfulfilled fantasy of mine. I want to be fucked by a stranger, maybe even two men at once. I want to be used, dominated. No questions or problems afterwards.
I come back to reality with the first crack of thunder. As the first fat drops of rain start to fall, the other pool-goers flee for cover. However, I am not done with my drinks, or my dirty thoughts. As I sit there, thinking that I am all alone, a dark-skinned man approaches and takes my hand. It is as if he can read my mind. Without a word, he leads me away from the pool. Initially I have thoughts of my husband, but they are quickly pushed out by the booze and that little wild streak that I talked about earlier.
It's raining harder now, my white blouse is completely drenched and clinging to my ample D cup breasts. We head to the beach which has also emptied because of the storm. The clouds and rain have darkened the sky and although it's only mid-afternoon, I can barely see the water. I can hear the swollen waves crashing fiercely on the rocks below.
He still hasn't spoken to me but as we approach a cabana I can see two more men waiting for us. I'll admit I'm scared, but the excitement is much more powerful. I can already feel myself getting wet with thoughts of what may be about to happen. The three men quickly take off my soaked clothes.
My hands are tied together in front of me using a cord of some sort. Then I'm tied to the centre pole of the cabana. The rope is long and I'm still standing in the rain. I'm completely exposed and helpless now, I love it. The man from the pool whispers something in a language I don't understand then gently touches my eyelids. He takes off his wet shirt revealing a fabulous body underneath. Then he twists his shirt and ties it around my eyes rendering me blind and even more helpless than before.
I can hear movement all around me, but my senses haven't had a chance to adjust yet so I'm not sure what is happening until I feel hands all over my body, stroking my breasts...my neck... my ass...they're everywhere. Then I feel their mouths on me, licking, biting. I cry out, almost cumming already. I feel someone in front of me; he lowers me to my knees. I open my mouth searching for the cock which I'm sure is close by.
