Winter Vacation

This story is based on a true story, my wife and I went to Mexico, for a second honeymoon, the names and some events in this story have been altered. The premise is true. Some activities have been embellished for erotic drama purpose. Some fictitious activities have been added.

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Christmas holidays are over, our kids are back in school; our normal routine is back.

My husband, Ben's usually out of bed at 5 a.m. to do the chores, if he realizes he's woken me, he gives me a gentle peck on the cheek or sometimes on the nose. In the summer I always get up with him and either weed the garden or bake, when it's cooler; but in the winter, I roll over and quickly fall back asleep until 7 when I get the kids up for breakfast and ready for school.

Ben always joins us for breakfast, then waits at the road, with the children for the school bus, then returns to his farm chores.

We cattle ranch near a small-town in Saskatchewan, almost as close to the Montana, U. S. border, as to Alberta's. For the past 8 years we've taken a winter holiday. As cattle farmers it's the easiest, no field work, just the feeding and watering of the cattle. We've always done family, child orientated holidays, theme parks like Disney, Six Flags, Legoland, etc. This year we chose to leave the kids with Gramma and go alone, to an adult only, all-inclusive, holiday at a Caribbean resort.

A second honeymoon, all we could afford for our first was a weekend at West Edmonton Mall.

I'm Janice, Ben calls me J, I'm 36, mother of 2; 5'7" 120 lb. short black hair, blue eyes. I am very proud to have maintained a decent 37-27-36 figure. My skin is pale, smooth and reasonably tight and I wish there was a tanning salon within an hour's drive. I'm often told I am sexy, not just by Ben, even women tell me how attractive I am. My dislikes: my boobs are starting to sag, they now touch my chest, before, they always stood straight out, and I have faint, but visible up close, stretch marks on my stomach and thighs. I have a slight bit of extra padding, I can grip it on my belly and sides, "love handles' Ben calls them.

Ben has convinced me my body is decent enough to wear a bikini for our beach holiday, and together we picked out one online. I put it on every day and look at myself in the full-length mirror in our bedroom, attempting to become more comfortable wearing a 2-piece suit. I had to shave my black pubes; they weren't covered by the tiny triangle of the bikini.

It's been a week, and it's working, I am becoming more comfortable in it, and I feel rather sexy and somewhat losing my shyness, I kind of want to show off my body.

I haven't felt this sexy, since winning 'Rodeo Queen' 15 years ago; nor this horny, since high school.

I admire my image in the mirror, my fingers, lightly touching my erogenous zone under my breasts, fantasizing it's another woman; tracing one finger along the hem of the bikini. I feel my tummy flutter, sexual sensations creeping into my rational thought, lustful urges. My fingers roam lower, sending sensations throughout my body as my fingers trail the edge of the flimsy fabric covering my puffy pubic mound. I sense a pressure building, no stopping now, I desire the release of a climax. I sit on the floor, spreadeagle in front of the mirror, I push the bikini aside, pretending I am playing with stranger's pussy, I masturbate, fingering myself.

After a quicker than expected orgasm, I gaze at my reflection, in a blissful afterglow. When I regain my faculties, I put on sweatpants and top over my bikini and go about my daily housewife activities.

I am sitting on the side of the bed that evening, thinking about this morning's self-stimulation. Ben strips beside me and goes for a shower. My sexual fantasy returns: my left fingers rub my labia through my clothes; my right hand squeezes my nipples.

{'Hurry up Ben, I want you.'}

Ben returns from the shower, toweling his ruffled sandy blonde hair. My eyes scan his 6-foot, athletic, hard body. He's definitely hotter now than when we dated in school, yes, he was always athletic, the six pack abs, a smooth skinned hairless boy; now he's much stronger, a man, with some silky blonde fur on his arms and chest, but still the rugged, athletic six pack hard body.

I stand and lustfully kiss him, taking the towel, tossing it toward the bathroom. He rubs my bum.

"Mmm." I whisper, "Lay down, I've something to show you."

I was a virgin; Ben has been my only lover. We married right out of school; neither of us had any previous sex experience, it never seemed awkward, we communicated and learned as we grew closer. Our current lovemaking is quite satisfying, 2 or 3 times a week but it has never been wild, or spontaneous. I was about to change that.

I felt very naughty, thinking all day about stripping in front of him. So, I'm excited to do my 1st ever striptease. I'm bold, I dance and gyrate, with exaggerated arm movements, before I remove anything, Ben is visibly aroused. I hook my thumbs in my pants and lower them slightly, just enough to show my bikini, I turn away. I slowly, seductively lift my sweat top off. Glancing over my shoulder, I toss the top to him.

I lower my waist band, stopping as it passes my buttocks, I quickly pull it to my ankles, bending over, holding my ankles. Giving Ben a view of my skimpily clad derriere. I shake my bottom as I'm bent in two. Another butt wiggle and I stand, turn to face him, my hands on my hips, one leg slightly bent outward, I lick my lips, tilt my head and bite my lower lip.

He is seeing me in the bikini for the first time. I kick away the sweats and twirl, arms straight out; stand and face him massaging my large tits. I run my right hand down my stomach, wiggling my fingers inside my bikini bottoms. My hips are gyrating; slowly my fingers wiggling inside the fabric that barely covers my pubic mound, effectively teasing both myself and Ben. I open my legs wide; tilt my head back, and moan, now steadily fingering myself, some audible squishing sounds are notable. My left hand pushes the bikini up, exposing my erect nipples, my hand squeezing and caressing my tits; I'm nearing a climax. I have never played with myself in front of Ben. Oh, gawd I'm so horny.

I approach Ben on the edge of our bed, he pulls me to him and sucks my left tit; his hands push down the bottoms. I straddle on top of him and hastily guide his 8" rock hard love shaft into me.

"OOHHH, Bennnn... mmmm." I cum instantly; we both thrust wildly, my head falls back, I continue to climax.

He rolls me over face down. My feet on the floor, he's between my legs, ramming me from behind; I have 2 more convulsive orgasms before he ejaculates into me. It is our wildest, lustful, most passionate, fuck ever.

We are lying beside each other; his arm around me cupping a breast. He is complimenting me on my body, the striptease show, the bikini and how my lewd, erotic behavior affected him. We chatted about how we felt about this new experience, while fondling each other's genitals, playing for a long time; then we have a slow, intimate, long, missionary fuck.

We fell asleep well after midnight.

After breakfast, the kids are off on the school bus. Ben's doing his chores.

Tomorrow's the big day, so, today requires doing laundry, checking off my holiday packing list, finding clothes, packing suitcases, for us and the kids.

Ben returns to the house, for lunch, he removes his boots and parka, hugs me saying, "J, I can't get your bikini clad image out of my head, I'm horny, maybe we should leave the bikini home, so we get out of the hotel room for some sun."

"So, you want me to read by the pool naked?" I tease.

"Whoa J, that's raunchy, yes I'd like that too." Ben kisses my neck. He sweeps me up carries me to the bedroom, and we make love. It's nearing bus drop off when we dress, and I put our uneaten lunch away.

After supper we play board games with the kids until bedtime.

Next morning Ben's mom arrives, to drive us to the airport, we put all the bags in her minivan.

It is, -27 Celsius, so Mom pulls into the drop-off zone, at the door, we hug our kids and say our goodbyes, remove our heavy parkas and rush into the airport.

Dragging bags through the lineups.

7 hours and 2 transfers later, we arrive to 84-degree Fahrenheit sunshine, and humidity; the humidity hit us hard, we both started instantly sweating. After another hour of shuttle and hotel check in; we badly need showers. Laying naked, recuperating, enjoying the A/C in the room.

"Let's check out the hotel before supper." I suggest.

"Sure, it should soon be cooling off" Ben gives me a quick hubby/wife kiss, opens his suitcase, dons a light tan short sleeve shirt and khaki cargo shorts. I slip a bright flowery dress over my head.

"No bra and panties?" Ben quizzes.

"Too hot."

"Yes, you are, and I love you," he wraps his arms around me, nibbles my neck. "Maybe we go a little later?" he lifts and squeezes my breasts.

"Ohh, right now, I am famished, we haven't eaten a meal today; we left home at 6 am, and the doughnut and coffee at the airport wasn't enough. No need for this" she puts her cell phone in her suitcase. I put my wallet and room key in my pocket.

We hold hands as we saunter to the restaurant, overlooking the pool to the ocean, we are relaxing with a second cocktail after a wonderful meal.

An excited Swedish accent from the next table "Oh, hurry, da sun vill be setting soon, ve go beach now."

I look over to see who's talking, a cute round faced, long-haired blonde, slightly overweight, takes a stunningly gorgeous, short, petite, redhead's hand and they exit.

"Let's also go watch from the beach" I finish my drink. Ben puts his arm around my waist as we wander to the beach.

We pause briefly to watch a group playing co-ed volleyball, laughing, and hollering.

We find a vacant cabana; and a young lad asks if we want drinks.

The cabanas are kind of half a hut, a curved, semi-circle wall with a thatch roof. A curved bench all around the back, with a kidney shaped table in front. Positioned for a view down the beach and of the ocean.

We order two Margaritas each, the sun sets fast, and it is dark almost immediately. We forgot about that; on the prairies we have dusk with twilight, it isn't dark until well after sunset. There are torches and some path lights. When our eyes adjust, and our drinks finished. We leisurely saunter a short distance down the beach. Ben stops, and embraces me, we neck for several minutes standing there. I don't think he ever kissed me like that in public. He touches my breast, I hear voices and people are walking by; Ben has me devilishly aroused, his hand goes under my dress, his finger sneaks into my wet vagina. I gulp; as he whispers, "May I lay you down here and ravish you, unconcerned about anyone watching."

"Oh Ben, the thought excites me, and I am excessively horny; but I couldn't, not in public." I gently step back his hand leaving me.

"Let's check for a more secluded area on our stroll back" he suggests.

As we pass the empty pool "Ok, why don't we sit here, with our legs in the water and you can play with me" I remove my sandals, sit on the deck, feet in the water.

Ben removes his sandals and sits on my left; he puts his right hand on my knee as he glides up my thigh his finger in my crotch; I open my legs and cover his hand as best I can with my dress. I lean my head on his shoulder, he ardently kisses me again, his left hand titillating my boob.

I think {'damn, this feels great, if I wasn't so inhibited, I could lay down and really enjoy him fucking me.'}

I feel the rush of my orgasm coming on, "I'm cumming Ben, rub my clit more, and twist my nipple." I put my hand behind his neck, twist his head to kiss me.

"Oh, uhh huuhhh, oh Bennn, that's so guuu uuud!" My fingers find him hard in his shorts.

"I want your cock inside me, but not here, let's go to our room" I push back and stand. As we stand, I see 2 people in the pool and for a fleeting moment, wonder if they could see what we were doing.

I am lifting my dress off before the door is closed, I splay myself across the bed, eager for Ben screw me. Ben peels off his clothes and climbs on the bed,

kneels between my legs, lifts my bum, stuffs a pillow under my butt, as he inserts himself, he tweaks and twists my nipples, I lift my legs high and wide, only a few strokes, my hips writhing in unison with him. My legs wrap around him, locking my ankles and I am moaning, convulsing. He pinches my clit while twisting a nipple.

Sometime during my multiple orgasms, he rolls me on my side, pulls my leg over his shoulder, as he straddles my other leg. He is steadily stroking me, feverishly playing with my boobs, rubbing my clit. I am in a frenzied, unstoppable crescendo of intense ardor; I've never felt such intense pleasure before, nor cum so often.

He's relentless, a beast, he turns me and continues doggy style, he holds my waist, pulling and pushing my body with his arms, my head in the bedding, I'm on my elbows, fiercely, pulling, twisting my tits.

I was delirious; he was relentless, frenzied, going much longer than any previous time. He erupted in me, I mean he exploded, grunting like and animal, twitching, releasing what seemed like several times more sperm than usual.

I was hollering his name, spasming, quivering, shaking.

I was laid out, spent on the bed, when his thrusts diminished; he lay motionless on top of me, I don't mind his weight, and his sweaty body is erotic. I'm in a euphoric, blissful state from my best series of orgasms ever; yet wanting more.

We rolled over, spooning, cuddling as we fell asleep.

Sometime later, maybe early morning; I was aroused by his rigid rod, pressing between my ass cheeks, we were spooning, he was kissing and nibbling my neck. I moaned, reached between my legs helping him enter me. He was gentle, slow, methodical; he nuzzled my neck, whispered sexy compliments in my ear. We had another orgasm together. We never had that much sex in one night before, mmm I'm lovin it.

In the morning bright sun flooding the room, after a cuddle session, discussing our enhanced desire to copulate, sharing how sensational our first day in paradise was. I put on the bikini, much to Ben's delight, I wrap a light cover around me. I did have to fight off Ben he wanted to ravage me again.

We book a snorkeling tour, then go for brunch; after waffles and sausages, we meander down to the beach and have a cocktail in a cabana.

"Ben, I'm extremely horny, if I knew a bikini was going to do this to our sex life, I would have asked for one as a high school graduation gift" I chuckle giving him a kiss, my fingers on his thigh.

"Agreed, you always turned me on, but I utterly crave you now, you're so sexy alluring; my MILF." He chuckles.

"I got that impression, on the beach, by the pool, in bed; something ignited in me, my sexual appetite is growing, becoming insatiable."

We verbally, and stealthily tease each other, as several couples stroll past; we realize it's time to ready ourselves for the snorkeling excursion.

We had a fun time snorkeling, playing like newlyweds, groping, stroking, pinching each other whenever we thought no one was looking. When we returned to the hotel, we were passing a beach clothing shop. "Ben let's go in here I feel so sexy in my bikini; I know it is instrumental in our newfound sexual prowess." I pull his arm.

"I want another bikini; I don't want to wear this one every day, and I do enjoy wearing bikinis now, and what it has done for our sex life."

"So, you're ready to read by the pool naked then?"

"Not yet;" I laugh as we arrive at a rack of bikinis on hangers, "how about this one?" I hold up a black 2 piece.

"This one," Ben lifts a bright yellow string bikini with barely any fabric.

"Not enough there to cover these" I shake my boobs towards him.

"What about this?" It's a string bikini, bright green, also barely enough triangle material to cover my tits and vulva, the rest is string.

"If I wear it, you won't be able to keep your hands off me?" I chortle.

"Maybe for brief times, in public, if you get away from me in our room." I buy a red, more conservative one and both; the black skimpy 2 piece and the bright green string one and 2 coordinating, light beach wraps.

We have a stand-up quickie in the shower, I put on the new red bikini, and a light wrap. Ben wears white tennis shorts, and a pale green golf shirt. We head to the beach, and order drinks in a cabana near the volleyball court; both our attention, and our conversation is about 2 well-endowed gals playing topless.

I just now realize, "Ben, we are the oldest couple around. Everyone appears to be 20--25-year-olds."

"Do we look old, they all look like school kids, college maybe." I wave to the cabana boy for 2 more drinks. We decide to wait and go for supper after watching the sunset.

We discuss taking the sightseeing day tour tomorrow, 9-4. After sunset, we book the tour at the front desk, we grab slices of pizza from the outdoor oven and saunter to the pool area and sit on lounge chairs. There is enough dim light to see people moving around but not enough to distinguish, features, male or female, let alone who they are. There is no one near us; Ben brushes my wrap aside and tenderly fondles my breast; "Are you wet?" he whispers.

"I've been wet since we arrived, when we first strolled down the beach, and you kissed me the way you did." I cover his hand, acknowledging I'm ok with what he's doing. "I hunger for sex constantly now; I find it difficult to think of anything else." I open my legs as he runs his fingers up my thigh, to my pussy. I tilt my head for a steamy kiss, he brushes my bikini top up and is rolling a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I moan, even as 2 people walk past, I'm caught up in the eroticism, I don't care if they see what we're doing. Ben suckles my tit and sneaking under the tiny triangle covering my snatch, inserts 2 fingers, wiggling them, his thumb flitters across my clit. I sigh as an intense climax shivers through me. I again lock lips and seeking a tongue war. I lavish the afterglow.

"Ben, I need to cool down, maybe in the pool, are you able to join me? Or do you need to sit for a while, for your peter to soften." I giggle and rub his prick through his shorts.

"Nobody is close enough to see," He wraps his wallet in my wrap; and we drop into the water together. There are 2 faint figures on the other side of the pool.

We are shoulder deep in the water, I look across and can't see well enough to distinguish what they are doing so no way they can see what we're doing. I take out Ben's member and begin giving him a hand job. After several minutes, I suggest, "sit up on the edge, I'll suck you off, I don't want your semen floating in the pool" He pulls himself out of the water, I move his trunks aside and begin sucking, my hand gently teasing his balls. I only deepthroat him for a couple minutes and his jism splashes into my throat. I take it all, swallowing and sucking until his boner diminishes. He slips back in the water and hugs me tightly as we kiss passionately.

We arrange our suits and move to the ladder, climbing out. Sitting again on the lounge chairs Ben says, "I positively approve and appreciate your transformation, the diminished inhibitions and your insatiable sexual desire. It has awakened a hunger for passion in me as well."

"I would like another wild session like last night, I understand you just came in my mouth; but I crave more; I'll have to masturbate if you can't go again, maybe you could finger or thumb me."

"You masturbate wearing that string bikini, and I can assure you I'll perform again. You are absolutely astonishing in it."

My left hand lifts my top, "Like this?" my right hand pushes the fabric aside and I glide 2 fingers along my inner lips. I dip inside and then put them to Ben's lips.