Vacation Secrets Ch. 01

Years ago, on a vacation in the Caribbean, my wife and I made a drunken mistake. We talked a lot about it. We got vulnerable. We opened up to each other. We got closer. So, we ended up making a pact. The kind of pact that allowed us to make that kind of mistake again. We agreed that anything and everything that happens on vacation stays on vacation.

Chapter One: Fifty Shades of Blue

When I came home and told my wife Daphne that I booked us a week long vacation in Mexico, she almost fainted with excitement. She jumped into my arms and started talking a mile a minute. "I need to get new clothes, and new books, and new sunglasses, and a new swimsuit, and oh my God. Mexico?"

"Yep."

She squealed with the kind of adorable frantic excited energy I expected from her, but never tired of. She spent the next full week preparing for our trip. It would be our first ever kid-free getaway, so she was nervous to leave but excited to relax under the sun. While I prepared our kids for a week with their grandmother, Daphne went shopping and bought a new bikini and a couple new sundresses and, of course, a dozen new books, because above all else, my wife was a voracious reader.

By the time we got on the plane she couldn't wait anymore. She cracked open her first of the six books she had decided to bring with her and finished it before we even landed.

"Are you just going to read the whole trip?" I asked her.

"No. I'm going to do whatever the hell I want the whole trip."

And she did. She wasted no time getting us drinks from the bar while I checked us into the resort and got our room keys. Our room overlooked the ocean. It had a hot tub on the balcony and six different kinds of tequila in a dispenser on the wall. The room was massive but all Daphne wanted to do was "have a drink by the pool and read my book."

So, we put our stuff away and changed into our swimsuits. I never missed an opportunity to check my wife out when she changed clothes. She put on her new bikini and I admired the shape of her. The curve of her hips, her thick smooth thighs, the tone of her skin, the way her blonde hair fell down over her perfect back. Somehow, she was even sexier after having two kids, like her body had developed this alluring natural glow. A magnetic radiance. I wanted her right then and there but before I even had a chance to make a move, she had a book in her hand, a hat on her head, and a hand on the doorknob. "Ready?"

We spent the rest of that afternoon down by the pool, drinking cocktails, ordering random appetizers, swimming, and reading. Daphne finished another book and pulled a third out of her big beach bag.

"Another one?" I asked her.

"Mmhmm," she said.

I was happy to swim while she read. God knows we both needed time to relax. Time to ourselves. Time to just let the sun melt away our stress. And I was happy to watch her read from the pool, her oiled skin glistening in the sun.

She turned over onto her stomach and I got to enjoy my favorite view of all: her beautiful ass in a pair of black cheeky bikini bottoms. There was nothing I loved more than watching my cock disappear between those cheeks. If the resort wouldn't immediately kick us out for it, I would fuck her right there next to the pool. I wondered if that fell into the territory of our pact.

Just the thought of fucking her got me hard.

But I was in a pool. In swim trunks. So, getting out suddenly became a problem.

Which was exactly when she turned back over, sat up, and said, "Hey, I'm gonna go back to the room and get ready for dinner."

"Okay, I'm gonna hang out here for a little while longer."

"Okay. You need anything before I go?"

"A kiss."

She giggled and bent over to kiss me before I got the privilege of watching her walk away. Which was enough to ensure I'd be trapped in that pool for another thirty minutes.

By the time I got back to our room I was a little tipsy from all the piña coladas. Daphne was already showered, dressed, and ready for dinner when I walked in. She sat in the corner of the room on the big comfy armchair reading her book with a glass of wine in her hand, wearing a beautiful light blue sundress that complimented every facet of her body and her face. Light from the setting Mexican sun shined through the balcony onto her, amplifying the glow of her. Her bright blue eyes sparkling as they darted across the pages of her book.

"Hey," I said.

She looked up at me, almost surprised by my presence. "Oh, hey. How was the pool?"

"Good. You ready to go?"

She shrugged. "Whenever you are."

So I got myself showered, put on a pair of jeans and a tshirt Daphne bought for me to "wear when we go out to dinner in Mexico." Then, I strode over to the bed and plopped down on the king sized mattress covered in silky white sheets to bother her.

"What are you reading now?" I asked.

"Fifty Shades."

"The fanfiction porn book?"

"It's not porn."

"Okay," I laughed. "Erotica, then."

"Stop. I tried to read this book years ago but you wouldn't let me."

"I wouldn't let you?"

"You made fun of me for it but now I wanna read it so I'm reading it. Shut up. Go away. It's getting to a spicy scene."

"A spicy scene?"

She ignored me.

"What's a spicy scene?"

Her face turned red from the alcohol and the book and my question and she sighed while she figured out how to explain it to me. "It's, like, it's, I don't know how to explain it."

"Just try. Is it when the characters eat a habanero or something?"

"You're literally so dumb."

"What?" I laughed. "Tell me."

"It's a sex scene."

"So, it's like reading porn?"

"No, not like porn. There's character development and intimacy and stakes and everything. The best spicy scenes move the plot forward. They develop the characters and their relationship and-"

"And it turns you on?"

She turned bright red again. "Stop. You don't get it."

"Mmmm, I think I do. You're reading porn."

"Shut up."

"Make me."

"Excuse me?"

I smiled at her, filled with the excitement of what she might do next. "I said make me." Because I could feel the energy in the room.

"You'd like that wouldn't you?" She turned back toward her book.

"You'd like it."

"Oh would I?"

I nodded.

"Okay." She stood up and crossed the room, book still open in her right hand. She got close to me. Right up to my face. I leaned back, ready for her to tackle me onto the bed. Ready for her lips to press into my lips. I started to close my eyes. I opened my mouth ever so slightly, ready for her kiss. But it never came.

Instead, she said "Lay back."

"What?" I asked, surprised by her response.

"I said, lay back." She wore the smirk now.

She shoved me in the chest and I fell backward onto the bed. She reached down and pulled the pillow out from under my head so I was fully flat on the mattress.

"What are you doing?"

She didn't answer me. She still held her book. But with her free hand, she started pulling up her sundress. She gathered all that fabric up in her fist and once she had revealed that she wasn't wearing any underwear, she climbed up onto the bed, then onto my face, and covered my mouth with her smooth shaved pussy.

She let out a soft long moan as her lips settled down over mine. So did I. She was so smooth. So wet too. And the taste of her was intoxicating.

I ran my hands up her ass onto hips and pulled her down harder onto my mouth. She gasped and started moving back and forth. Up onto my nose. Back onto my chin. I stuck my tongue out to taste all of her and when her clit passed by I flicked the tip of my tongue over it which only made the metronome of her body move faster.

I looked up at her. She still held her dress bunched up in her hand, so I could see her. But I couldn't see her face. She still had her book open. She was looking down at it.

She was still reading. She was using me. And it turned me on.

She let go of her dress to turn a page and moaned with delight as her clit connected with my tongue again. The dress fell over my face and my eyes. But I could still feel her with my mouth and my hands. I could still hear her panting. I removed one of my hands from her ass to start undoing my pants. I needed to release my cock. It was pulsing in my jeans. Scraping against the denim.

But she slapped my hand away.

"No," she told me. "Just me."

I returned my hand obediently to her body. I ran it up her smooth back. Then around her rib cage to her breast. She grabbed the back of my hand and held it tighter to her. She started moving her hips faster. Moaning louder. My fingers found her nipple and I made circles around it with my thumb while she rode my face harder.

I flicked my tongue back and forth like crazy. I thrust it as far as it would go up into her pussy when I could but I never got to stay there long before she slid backways over my chin, bringing her clit down across my overstretched tongue.

She dropped her book. It fell hard onto my forehead and then she ran her hand down into my hair and gripped it in her fist as she prepared to come.

"I'm gonna cum." She didn't need to say it.

I grabbed her waist and held her tight to my face. Her legs started shaking like crazy. Her hips started jerking and jolting all over the place. I could feel her pussy pulsing against my mouth as she came for me. I wanted it to last for hours.

When she finished coming, she sat back onto my chest. My face was soaked. We were both out of breath. She leaned forward to grab her book and when she did, she dropped her pussy onto my mouth one last time.

"Kiss me," she said. After I did. It made her shiver so she swung off of me and showed me the cover of her book. "If you can make me come one more time, I'll let you do anything you want to do to me that's in this book."

I raised my eyebrows. "Anything?"

"Yep."

"Challenge accepted."

She fell backwards onto the mattress and watched me get up onto my knees beside her to pull my shirt off over my head. I finally got to undo my pants and let all seven and a half inches of my aching cock out of its denim prison.

"There he is," Daphne said, reaching for me while I pulled my pants down. I loved the way her fingers felt wrapped around my cock. I loved the way her fingers couldn't quite fit all the way around it. I loved how her hand looked moving up and down its length.

But I pulled away from her grip to stand up at the edge of the bed. I needed to get my pants all the way off my legs. Then, I grabbed her thighs and pulled her toward me. She gasped and started laughing as I put her right where I wanted her at the edge of the bed and ran the tip of my cock over her beautiful tight pussy. It was still soaking wet. From me. From her. From both of us. I slid all the way into her slowly and we both moaned.

"Holy shit," she said.

I pulled back slowly, watching the length of me slide out of her. And then back in. All the way in. I loved the way her pussy engulfed my cock so perfectly. I loved the way she felt. I loved her body. I loved the sound of her when she moaned. I loved the feeling of her legs in my hands, holding her there. Holding her open for me.

"Fuck me, Ethan."

I didn't even have a choice at that point.

I ran my cock back out of her and back in hard enough to make a sharp slap against her ass. Hard enough to make her thighs shake in my hands. Hard enough to make her gasp again.

I watched her beautiful breasts bounce behind the light blue fabric of that sundress until I couldn't stand not seeing them anymore. I reached over and pulled one of the shoulder straps down her arm and freed one. It bounced out and I made it bounce again with another thrust of my cock.

She guided her hand down between her legs and started rubbing her own clit while I fucked her. I watched her fingers move in circles. I kept pace with them. I moved just as fast as they did. And soon enough she whispered, "I'm gonna come again."

So I slapped her hand away.

She opened her eyes wide at me. "What the fuck?"

"You said I had to be the one to do it."

Her eyebrows narrowed. She jutted her jaw out and glared at me with a big smile creeping up her lips. And then she pulled her hips back and my cock slipped right out of her. She pushed me in the chest again, making me stumble back a step.

"You wanna play that game?" she bounced off the bed and down onto her knees where she started stroking me the way she knew I liked.

"Stop," I told her.

"You want me to stop?"

"Daphne."

"Stop me if you want."

But I couldn't. She knew it. And I knew it. Her smile said it all."

That's what I thought," she told me. Then she wrapped her mouth around my cock and swallowed every inch of me. I almost came right then and there but I knew better than to let her win. We had been married long enough for me to know that much.

She sucked on my cock like she had a doctorate degree in the art of it. I let it happen for as long as I could before I grabbed her up under her arms and pulled her up to her feet. She gripped the back of my head and pulled my face to hers. Our mouths found each other and we kissed long and hard. It was like we couldn't get enough of each other. Our lips and our tongues and our teeth collided with one another like a passionate explosion while we twirled around and threw ourselves back down on the bed.

She straddled me, hiking up her dress once again. I reached down and guided my cock back into her. She sat all the way down on it and pulled away from our kiss to moan. I loved the way she looked on top of me.

I ran my hands up her body again under her sundress, attempting the impossible task of touching every inch of her beautiful body all at once. But as she started sliding up and down on my cock my hands found her perfect, round ass and gripped tight into her so I could help slide her up and down my cock faster. Harder.

She moved back and forth on me. I could feel myself getting closer every second. She moved faster and I could feel her getting closer too. She was so wet. So fucking sexy I could hardly stand it. I loved her body. I loved her. I loved every part of her and I didn't want it to stop but she wasn't giving me much of a choice. And I wasn't going to give her one either.

I ran a hand up her back and wrapped my fingers in her hair. I grabbed tight and pulled back to make her head fall back. I held it taut so she couldn't bring her head back up and I heard her say, "I wanna come again. Please."

"Come for me, Daphne."

I matched the rhythm of her hips, my cock throbbing inside her. I could barely hold on any longer she whimpered "I'm gonna come again."

Just as her pussy started pulsing around my cock, just when her moans got sharp and sudden, I felt my cock explode inside of her too. We pulsed against each other as we came together. Her legs tightened around my waist. My hand on her ass gripped tighter. We both came hard and long into each other and when it was all over she collapsed on top of me.

She didn't move. Neither did I. My cock still twitched inside her. While she laid there on top of me, still recovering from her orgasm, I picked up her book, still sitting idly on the mattress beside us.

"So, you said anything?" I asked.

To be continued with... Chapter Two: Beach Bums