It's not that our sex life had become irretrievably dull, no not at all. Ok, Pete was no stud but at least he always tried to make sure that I came, often before him. We tried out a variety of positions, some of which were more pleasurable to me, many of which really excited Pete, my partner for 20 years, and some which turned us both on and nearly always caused me to have multiple orgasms. So I really had nothing to complain about. It was just that ... well, it seemed that sex was becoming routine and lacked the spark that once used to fire us with real passion. That's why we booked ourselves on an all-inclusive holiday in a 5-star hotel on the Mayan Riviera in Mexico in an effort to revitalize our sex life. The sensuality of the sun, sea and sand might just perk up life in the bedroom, we thought - that and being away from work and the staid, old home environment.
The catalyst for the wildest sexual experience I have ever encountered occurred on the second afternoon of our stay as Pete and I relaxed on sun loungers down by the pool. I was enjoying the sensuality of the sun and it almost as if it was caressing my body. I started to apply some suntan lotion, stroking it slowly over my legs, arms and stomach. I was then suddenly aware that I was being watched and, glancing over to the swim-up bar, noticed three young men, staring at me, and I was clearly the subject of their conversation. They were probably in their late twenties, but who cares when they were as good-looking as they were and had such well-formed, tanned bodies. Shame that their Speedos spoiled the view - but I have a vivid imagination and I pictured their cocks starting to get erect as they discussed what they'd like to do to me.
Pete had also noticed the three guys eyeing me up. "Hey, there are three guys over at the bar undressing you with their eyes. I think they fancy you."
"Don't be stupid," I said, "I must be twenty years older than them. There's any number of younger, sexier women around here. What would they want with a body like mine?"
"Are you kidding? You look great for your age – flat stomach, long slender legs, great tits. Besides, I know when a guy's attracted to someone. Look at them. If their tongues hang out any further they'll be licking the floor. Tell you what - tease them a bit. Go on!"
I squirted some more lotion over my stomach, making it look like a jet of spunk hitting me. I then proceeded to stroke it all over, slowly and provocatively, sliding my fingers enticingly and ever deeper into my bikini bottom until it must have looked as though I was massaging my clit. Not being able to resist the temptation, I glanced over to the swim-up bar and made eye contact with the three guys. They knew I was performing this mock-masturbation for their benefit and, judging by the steadily increasingly bulge in their Speedos; it was clearly having an effect.
I'd got myself worked up by now and suggested to Pete that we go back to our room. I pulled him through the door, threw my bag into a corner and slid my hand into his trunks. Firmly taking his cock in my hand I eased it out and began to stroke the shaft, feeling it grow hard.
"Strip me", I urged him.
Now naked, I knelt down in front of him, sliding off his trunks in the process. I then took his cock in my mouth, gently and teasingly at first, running the tip of my tongue around the head and then delicately pressing my teeth into the hardening shaft. I grasped his buttocks and slowly pulled him towards me taking the whole of his cock in my mouth and sucking him hard, as if to drink all the juices that were now beginning to flow.
"Fucking hell, Rose, that's great!" he gasped trying to catch his breath and pulling my head forward, pushing even more of his prick into my mouth and throat. "Where did you suddenly learn to do that?"
I hadn't the heart to tell him that I was still picturing the three guys down at the pool, this time completely naked and wanking while they watched me stroking my clit and occasionally pushing a finger into my cunt. Besides, I never speak with my mouth full.
Pete then picked me up, carried me over to the bed, and threw me on my back forcing my legs wide open and lifting them up in the air. Then, thrusting his cock deep inside me, he began to pound away with all the lust and energy of a younger man who hadn't had a woman for years. We both came at the same time and I felt his spunk pumping inside me as I gripped his cock inside my vagina, drawing him in even further. We collapsed exhausted onto the bed and waited for the dizziness to subside.
"Wow, it's a long time since I've had an orgasm like that! You seemed to enjoy it as well. I wonder what brought that performance out of you," mused Pete, "though I think I've a pretty good idea what turned you on."
Nothing more needed to be said and anyhow I didn't feel like declaring my fantasy. I think he already had a pretty good idea.
The following afternoon we headed for the pool. I suggested trying to grab a couple of sun loungers near the swim-up bar. Pete's wry smile betrayed that he knew why I wanted to be at that particular spot. I had my fingers crossed that the three guys would be there again. I wasn't to be disappointed. When they looked over at me I smiled in return and immediately regretted it. It was as good as an admission that the performance of masturbation I'd given the day before was entirely for their benefit. Well ok, I know it was for their benefit but I kicked myself for effectively confessing it. The three guys smiled back knowingly.
"I'll go and get us a couple of drinks," said Pete a short while later. He headed over and stood directly next to the three guys, though there was plenty of space at the bar. I could see him in conversation with them and all four occasionally threw a smiling glance in my direction. When Pete returned with our cocktails (mine was a Mississippi mud, his a daiquiri) I was intrigued to discover what they'd been talking about.
"Oh nothing. Just chitchat. They're all from South Carolina and this is their last day here. Chris is the blond guy, Andy's the tall one with the blue trunks and Phil's the guy that obviously works out at the gym a lot. Nice guys."
"Is that all you talked about?"
"Yes, that just about sums it up". That abruptly ended the conversation. We returned to our drinks.
