Once Upon A Time In Mexico

This happened perhaps a week after the events in my earlier story “Mexican Masturbation Madness,” so about 20 years ago. One day the wife went for a stroll down the beach at our all-inclusive; at that time, there was a sizeable gap between our resort and the next one down the coast. She returned after quite a while and told me there was a lot of privacy down the beach and we should keep it in mind for a “sexual encounter.”  We had had a good amount of semi-public messing around in our earlier days together and it seemed she wanted to revive those times.

A day or two later, our young daughter went to a children’s club day, accompanied by my sister and her partner: We had our opportunity! We walked a couple hundred yards down the beach, passing a few people coming back the other way, until we were as alone as we were going to get. The wife slid her eager tongue into my mouth and guided one of my hands to her shaved cunt (still under her rather conservative one-piece bathing suit). After a bit of this, we sat down on a rock and she got my throbbingly hard cock out. “Do you think anyone can see us?,” she asked. All I cared about at this point was getting a nice wet nut and told her it was unlikely we were being observed unless someone at our resort or in the few relatively close boats had binoculars. I think she was turned on by the possibility and she had always considered me “a good little perv,” so I was pretty sure good hot orgasms were in our futures.

The wife skilfully edged me with her soft hands, building up a nice big load inside me and soon making my thick, curved cock drip copious pre-cum. I didn’t want to cum yet, so told her to stay sitting down while I knelt in front of her. I licked her smooth snatch through her bathing suit for a minute or two and she started to moan softly and hump herself against my probing tongue. I then pulled the crotch of her suit to the side and went to work on her hard little clit with my fingers. Soon she came, gasping in pleasure, and told me, “Fuck me…now!”

I didn’t need to be told twice and arranged her so that she was bent over the rock in the rear-entry position. I again pulled her bathing suit crotch to the side, fished my boner out of my shorts, and slid slowly inside her, glorying in her hot wetness and the sight of her stretched labia. There was a boat which seemed to be coming closer to us and the wife asked me to, “Go ahead and cum!” I sped up my fuck-stroke, frantically pounding her sweet cunt, and naturally enough slipped out just as I felt my load begin to course through my cock and balls. I couldn’t get back inside and grabbed the wife by the hips as I dry-humped her maniacally and she pushed back rhythmically. 

I came like a madman, stroking like my life depended on it, and shot a huge spurt of thick, white cum over her shoulder onto the sand and blew the rest of my desperate nut in her hair and all over her suit-covered ass. I put my cum- and cunt-juice covered meat back under cover, wiped my jizz off the wife’s suit and head, and gave her a towel to wrap around herself and cover the cum stains. After I recovered for a few seconds we made out taunting Spanish laughter coming at us from the boat, where a younger woman was looking at us through binoculars. Bless her heart, the wife gave the universal “eat me” gesture (tongue licking between extended index and middle fingers) to the mariners before we headed back to the resort. The wife washed the stains out in our bathroom sink while I jacked off in front of her in round two.