My wife and I were fairly normal. We met after college and dated for a few years before getting married. She was my second wife and the person I felt the most comfortable with, and felt the most connected to. From day one, a big connection between us was the sexual aspect. She was always in the mood and had plenty of experience; she had been with nearly ninety men in her life so there was little she had not done or was opposed to.
After being married for a year, we finally took the long awaited honeymoon; a pregnancy during the time of our wedding prevented any travel during the normal honeymoon time. We discussed it for some time and selected on visiting Puerta Vallarta, Mexico. We had always heard good things and felt a different change of pace would be welcomed after a year of marriage and caring for our child.
The trip was booked and the time arrived to go. We picked an "adults only" resort, not for any sexual reason, just so we could relax and not worry about families and kids. When we arrived, the resort was beautiful and the beach had pristine water and sands. My wife was very much looking forward to tanning on the beach and by the pool, although she needed no extra color. My wife, Camila, is Mexican, she was 29 years old during this trip. I am obviously biased, but I believe she is the most beautiful woman I have met. She is about 5'08, 180 lbs. - but does not look overweight, just thick with a good figure. She has 36C breasts, caramel colored skin with shoulder length black hair. She has numerous tattoos, but they do not look trashy at all, in fact they give off more of the "slutty" vibe from how many there are and their placement. Her ass has always been lacking some size and definition, but that was her only downside. Her legs have always been toned and her feet are very sexy, especially after a summer pedicure with white toes to contrast her dark skin.
The first day and next morning were very normal - settling in, drinking by the pool, having good food, and enjoying the sun and warm weather. Our second day there brought us to the busy pool and meeting some new friends. They were a couple around our age, Natalie and Kyle, from Arizona and we bonded well. We all went out to dinner and everything was as relaxing as it should be. The night ended with Camila and I having passionate, half-drunk sex in the room with the sliding glass door open. Vacation always seems to have the effect of making things more exciting and intense. We ended our intense sex with me awkwardly positioning her in the bed so I could quickly put my cock in her mouth just prior to an overwhelming orgasm. She sucked me hard and swallowed every drop, something she rarely did since we got married.
We both collapsed on the bed and allowed our sweaty bodies to cool off with the gentle breeze rolling in. She gave me a deep, passionate kiss - something she always desired after giving me the privilege of filling her mouth. Her kiss was very wet and had the faint taste of my cum, but I loved it.
As we laid there in the darkness, she randomly spoke out and broke the silence, "Maybe we should try a threesome while we're here. We always said we'd try with strangers on vacation, and Natalie and Kyle are just about strangers."
My heart stopped, but also pounded in my chest at the same time from her very direct statement. It was true, we had spoken about threesomes, or group sex, or simply sharing her with other men in the past, but it was only conversations and we never even made attempts to make anything happen.
"You wanna hook up with them?" I asked, unsure if she was just throwing out ideas, or if it was a way she was just trying to have sex with our newfound male friend, with his wife's permission.
"Not necessarily them," she responded. "We always talked 'bout giving it a shot in a location where we'd most likely never see the people again. Why not here? It's our honeymoon and we said we wanted to have fun."
My mind raced at the idea - both with the good and the bad, but I was stuck on what to say, so I laid there silently and did not say anything in response.
"Sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned it without talking about it first," she told me.
"No, no, it's fine," I tried to reassure her, "just caught me off-guard is all."
We gave each other a kiss and fell off into a deep, restful sleep; well, she did based of her deep breathing moments later, but I stayed awake for sometime thinking about what she said. Did she really want to try fucking a stranger? Was it just a sexually charged comment after having had a good orgasm? Was she testing me to see if I was wanting that? My mind would not let me sleep for some time, and neither would my dick; it seemed to have a mind of its own that night and became rock hard again at the various thoughts. I eventually dozed off after wondering what the next day might bring.
The morning and early afternoon were no different. We had good and found ourselves on the beach, laying on one of the outdoor beds the resort had placed there. They were quite comfortable, firm mattress with a covering on the head of to shield the sun. There were also two curtains on either side which could be extended and would leave only be foot of the bed open to face the ocean. I assume it was meant for shielding the sun, but clearly would be the perfect way to obtain some privacy in a very public setting, even if the top and foot were open. The drinks kept coming and we ended up with a nice buzz while getting some sun. After a bit of time, the silence was interrupted by our friends.
"Hey!" Natalie shouted in a high-pitched friendly voice as they walked across the sand to us.
We greeted them and they joined us in our sunbathing, as they both sat towards the foot of the beach bed. It was refreshing how similar they were and easy it was to talk to them. For some reason, we also all felt fairly comfortable with one another. At some point, the conversation turned sexual and ended up with Camila giving a pretty detailed account about how she swallowed my cum the night before. No one seemed uncomfortable with the story, but rather just open and intrigued. As much as I enjoyed our sex life being private, it did turn me on a little having her describe last night's sexual adventures to these "almost strangers".
Periodically, Camila would need her tanning oil to be reapplied. She, unlike me, did not need sunscreen, she preferred to help her skin soak up sun and get her brown skin even darker. A majority of the time, she turned to me for assistance. She knew I had no issue touching her entire body, even in public with the inevitable voyeurs, and knew I loved being able to be slightly sexual with her no matter where we were.
She was laying on her stomach and reached behind her to untie her bikini top. It was barely sexual but still very erotic to see the strings fall to the side and leave her upper back completely exposed. We all continued talking, except now my hands were preoccupied with rubbing oil on my wife. I had to admit, she looked incredibly sexy just laying underneath the sun, allowing herself to be touched and having such a shiny body from the oil. It turns out I was not the only one admiring her.
"You gonna drink your drink, or just drool watching her body get rubbed?" Natalie blurted out, as all our attention was now turned to Kyle. Apparently had been carefully watching my wife get rubbed with oil and gotten completely distracted.
"No, I just -," he began to say before his wife cut him off.
"It's fine, you'd rather watch her than touch me." Her tone was sharp, but it came across as both playful and annoyed.
Camila chuckled some and gave me a side eye, almost as if to show me how she was amused that our actions got them bickering.
"Whatever," Kyle said and seemed quite annoyed. "At least I wasn't staring as much as that kid over there." He pointed to a young man who look to be barely eighteen. He was clearly at the resort as a patron and just gave off the vibe that he was accompanying his family.
I lifted my head to look at him and see what Kyle was talking about, but the boy looked away very quickly. He standing near a bar on the beach which was as only maybe fifty-feet from us and was clearly glancing in our direction. I looked at him more carefully to see what stranger might be so interested in another stranger, my wife. He was white, had a more slim but athletic build and seemed attractive. The kind of young man who was somewhat innocent but also could be found attractive by various age groups of women.
"See," Kyle said interrupting my concentration. "He had to look away because he's been staring the whole time."
"He's probably just checking out Nat," Camila responded. "Your wife is pretty hot too." She was never shy to straight up complement another woman's appearance.
Either statement could have been true but I had a feeling he was more interested in my wife. Rather than be extremely upset or jealous, I found myself very intrigued by his curiosity. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the vacation mood again, or maybe it was her comments the night prior, but I felt fairly free and found myself wanting to explore the possibility of engaging with this stranger over a person we both found attractive - Camila.
"You guys are too much," I told the group, "I'm gonna go get C and I a couple more drinks, you two want anything?"
They both declined and said they might be going to an early dinner soon anyway. As much as I listened to them, I also could not have cared much about what they said. I was curious if I could converse with this boy about my wife.
I wandered over to the bar and stood fairly close to him. By now, if he had been checking her out, he was doing his best to make it seem as though he had not; he kept sipping his drink and looking off in the distance towards the beach and ocean. I ordered my drinks and waited patiently for the bartender to make them. I had never been much of an extrovert or outgoing person to just randomly speak to strangers, but something in me made me speak to him and actually interact. The conversation did not even start out as casual as it should have with any other normal interaction.
"She's pretty hot, huh?" I told him.
He seemed quite confused and quickly shot his head around to look at me. The look on his face confirmed he had no idea what I was talking about, or at least he wanted to make it seem that way.
"Hmm? Who?" He said in a shy tone.
"My wife." I said as I nodded my head towards her. From this distance she still looked very attractive and sexy - glistening brown skin, almost completely exposed body, except for what her bikini bottoms covered.
"Oh, I don't know." The way he stumbled over his words made me convince myself he indeed had been checking her out.
"It's all good, man," I said to him as the bartender sat down my drinks on the sandy, wood countertop. "She is pretty sexy. I always check her out. Plus I know she enjoys being looked at, even if she doesn't admit it."
All this seemed to just confuse him more and make him uncomfortable, but for some reason I was determined to either get him to admit it or get him interested in her. The thought of another man truly being attracted to her only made her more attractive and desirable to me, something I had never admitted to myself or really thought about before that moment.
