The Vacation

Val and I had been looking forward to this vacation. To say that Val and I had been under a lot of stress for two-plus years would be an understatement. It had been a difficult pregnancy, and even after the twins were born, Val had had a pretty hard time taking care of them. I had tried to help as much as possible, of course, but the merger being cooked at work had taken a lot of my time and energy. Some aspects of the merger depended heavily on me, and were I to screw it up, it would have been the end of my career, and with it, the future that Val and I had planned for our family. Because of that, my wife insisted that she should take on most of the housework and taking care of the twins. Val is a person you do not want to argue with, so I ultimately relented and agreed to concentrate on work, while she handled the house and the twins.

Sexually, we both handled the stress differently. Even months before giving birth, Val had lost all interest in sex. I did not. To handle her stress, my wife worked out religiously in our home gym. I meanwhile took to watching a lot of porn and masturbating, up to several hours every evening, after work, and after helping Val with whatever she would allow me to help. That was my way of dealing with the stress and with my normal sexual needs.

My loving wife was amazingly understanding. She constantly apologized for her lack of interest in sex, and I always told her that I understood. And she understood about my needs too, so she not only didn't criticize my porn watching, she encouraged it. She would even bring me a beer, or a sandwich into the TV room while I was busy jacking off. Sometimes she would stand beside me and comment on what I was watching. Sometimes I got the feeling that a scene on the screen might be turning her on, but if it did, she would quickly lose interest.

"Do you need anything else, dear?" she would ask, and then she'd leave the room.

"You two need a vacation, desperately," Wendy, Val's mother, said out of the blue one day when she and her husband John were at our house.

"I don't think we can take a vacation now," Val responded almost immediately. "I've got the twins, and Brad is really busy with work."

"The twins are two years old, your father and I can take care of them while you're gone," and looking at me: "didn't you say your merger-thing is almost done?"

"Yes, almost," I admitted.

Val and I continued to object to the idea of a vacation, and Wendy dropped the subject.

A week later, Wendy and John showed up at our house unannounced.

"It's settled," Wendy stated flatly. John nodded in agreement.

"You're going on vacation." Wendy pulled out a bunch of papers and brochures from her handbag, and handed them to us.

"Everything is paid for, you have no choice."

Airline tickets, hotel reservations, even the taxi from the airport to the hotel and back, were in the package.

She was right. Although my wife and I offered some weak protestations, we really could no longer say no. Everything was paid for, apparently non-refundable, and, looking at me, Wendy pointed out: "you just said the other day that your merger-thing-or-whatever is done."

"It's not really done; just my part is done," I clarified.

"Same thing," she answered with a smile.

So, it was settled. Wendy and John would take care of the twins, and Val and I would spend a week in Cabo, the two of us alone for the first time in two years.

Two days before our flight, Wendy, and Val's older sister, Britney, showed up at our house. They had gone shopping, and brought dresses, lingerie, bathing suits, shoes for Val.

"You need to look your absolute best on your vacation, honey," Wendy explained to her daughter.

"Oh, and this," Britney pulled out of her purse a long string of condoms. "You're gonna need these."

"That's a lot of condoms," I suggested.

"We're counting on you using them," Wendy stated matter-of-factly.

Monday morning, Wendy and Britney showed up at our house. Wendy packed the twins into her SUV, and Britney would drive Val and me to the airport.

"I know what I'm doing, I've taken care of children before, you know," Wendy pointed out to her daughter. Obviously, she had two daughters of her own.

The twins looked happy, no crying, no nothing, which helped put my wife at ease.

Day One:

Exiting the airport terminal in Cabo San Lucas, the fresh air, with that aroma so typical of the beach, engulfed us. This was really happening. I immediately felt more relaxed, and from the quickly vanishing frown lines on Val's face, I could see she was feeling it too.

Our taxi was waiting for us outside the terminal and drove us straight to our hotel, more of a resort, actually. After we checked in, the bellboy put our suitcases on a cart, and led us to our suite, on the tenth floor. It was a beautiful place with a nice veranda overlooking the pool area and the beach beyond. The bedroom area had a king size bed, of course, and right in front of the window, a large bathtub. Opposite the bedroom area was a siting area with a couple of couches facing each other, a coffee table between them, and on the wall opposite the floor to ceiling window, a built-in cabinet with a fridge and assorted glassware and china. The bellboy offered to unpack our suitcases, but we graciously declined. I gave him an unnecessarily large tip and almost pushed him out the door so I could be alone with my wife.

"We'll unpack later," Val said, as she sat on the edge of the bed and patted the spot next to her, signaling that she wanted me to sit.

We began to make out, gingerly at first--I almost felt like a teenager--I hadn't done this in so long, but we quickly lost our inhibitions, and practically tore each other's clothes off. I threw my wife on her back and she spread her legs for me. I entered her immediately and fucked her while she fingered her clit. She came very quickly, after about fifteen minutes, a record, I was sure.

"I'm going to cum," I grunted, right after she came.

"Don't cum in me," she shrieked, "I don't wanna get pregnant." We had forgotten all about the condoms. Just like stupid teenagers, I cursed under my breath.

"In my mouth, cum in my mouth!"

"Okay, but quick; get off the bed, and on your knees," I pulled out and got off the bed myself.

My wife did as I said, and looked up at me, her mouth wide open, her tongue sticking out. We had done this thousands of times, since our second date years before, in fact, but now it felt entirely new.

I aimed my cock at Val's mouth, stroked it a few times, and shot my load.

Most of it made it into her mouth, the rest on her face and hair. She licked my cock clean and grinned. "So that's what your cum tastes like!" My wife joked. "I couldn't remember!"

We then took a shower and unpacked our suitcases.

Still naked, my wife stood in front of the full-size mirror in the bedroom and cupped her breasts.

"I think I should get my nipples pierced, honey, would you like that? Not right now, of course. When we get back. I don't want to spend my vacation here with painful nipples." She laughed.

"I think you would look really sexy with pierced nipples," I answered. The super sexual woman I had married was coming back, I thought to myself.

Our bags unpacked and put away in closet and drawers, we slowly dressed. Val put on makeup and donned a tiny pink romper, white thong, and matching pink heels. Undecided whether to wear a bra or not, she finally decided not to. It was nearly 4:00 pm, and we were famished. We needed to get downstairs, choose from one of the many restaurants, and sit down to eat.

After our late lunch/early dinner, we took a long walk on the beach, Val holding her strappy heels in one hand. We watched the sunset, a beautiful sight indeed, the sea glimmering a mixture of oranges and yellows.

When we reached our suite, we decided to fuck again. This time we went slow. I ate my wife to orgasm, she sucked on my cock until I came in her mouth, and after the few minutes I needed to recover, Val sucked my cock once more to hardness, and then using her lips, expertly slid a condom over my cock.

"You should give classes, you know," I commented on her condom-putting skills.

"How do you know I don't already?" She answered back jokingly.

"I'd like to see that," I joked back.

I penetrated her soaking wet pussy, and fucked her in different positions, finally ejaculating into her just as she was reaching another orgasm. I stayed inside her, as we held each other, until I felt my cock softening. Not wanting to risk inseminating her, I pulled out. We held each other for a long time, and before bed, we watched a little TV.

Day Two:

The next day I awoke to my wife's mouth on my already hardening cock.

"If we're going parasailing, we need to do it before the sun gets too high," I warned Val.

"I'll be quick, I just need some protein before breakfast."

"Okay," I agreed reluctantly.

My wife sucked me to orgasm, and ate my load. Took her all of fifteen minutes.

"Okay, let's go down to breakfast, I mean your breakfast, I already had mine," Val laughed as she licked her lips.

After breakfast we made our way down to the beach.

There was a couple in line in front of us, and then another couple, quite young and good looking, formed behind us. When it was our turn, Val and I were helped onto the boat, and strapped into the two-person seat. The boat pulled away, the parachute inflated behind us, and we were up in the air. It was an amazing experience. It was also surprisingly quiet. Val and I had to raise our voices to hear each other, but not too much.

"I want to suck your dick," Val yelled at me over the noise of the wind.

"We can't do that here, people will notice."

"What?"

"Down in the boat, people down in the boat will notice."

"Party-poop," my wife grinned at me. "Ok, when we get down."

"Okay."

We fucked two times that afternoon and evening. It took me a while to get hard the second time. Was I getting old, I wondered to myself?

Day Three:

Once again, I woke up to my wife's mouth on my rapidly hardening cock. I started to protest.

"Just relax, honey, you know I need my protein before breakfast," Val purred. She sucked me gently until I ejaculated in her mouth, and she ate all of my load. As she gently kissed my slowly softening cock, she exclaimed, "okay, now I have enough energy to get dressed!"

We quickly got dressed, and made our way down to one of the restaurants. Of the two breakfast options, we chose the full-service one. Neither Val nor I particularly enjoyed buffets. Breakfast was meant to be enjoyed in peace, sitting down at a table, not standing in line.

After we were done, we walked down to the beach and asked about the Jet Skis. The rental was for fifteen minutes, the attendant informed us. I paid him, he explained to us how to operate it, and as he held the machine against the waves, we mounted it. Val sat in front of me, and I took control of the handlebars. Holding the side of the machine, the attendant guided us out to the sea.

We bounced up and down on the waves, and headed straight out.

I felt my wife's hand behind her back working my bathing suit, trying to get hold of my cock, pulling it out of the pant hole, and she yelled back at me over the noise of the two-cycle engine: "these waves are great. I want you to fuck my ass!"

"I can't fuck you here, we're in view of everybody."

"Don't be silly, nobody can see a thing, everybody is too far away. And anyway, you don't have to do a thing; the waves will do all the work."

My cock hard, Val worked it into her rectum, and then pushed herself tightly back on me.

She was right, I didn't have to do anything. Fuck-wise, I mean. I had to hold onto the handlebars for dear life, forming a cage around my wife, afraid she might suddenly fly off into the waves. She was so occupied with my dick sliding in and out of her ass, she barely held onto the handlebars.

After a few minutes, my cock exploded into her bowels.

"I just came," I yelled at her.

"I know, don't pull out. I'm not done yet."

Fortunately, my cock barely softened after I came, stayed lodged in her rectum, and then quickly hardened again.

"That's so fucking good!" Val yelled at me, "that feels so fucking good!"

"Yeah," I agreed.

After a while I felt her trembling like a leaf, and I could tell she was cumming. Seeing my wife enthralled that way made me cum too, and I ejaculated into her for the second time. Val pushed herself back against me, trying to keep my cock inside her, and she quite succeeded.

"We should get back," I announced.

"Okay."

As we approached the beach, we could see the attendant waving and yelling frantically at us.

As we reached him, he exclaimed angrily, "you were out almost an hour, you almost ran out of gas!"

"I'm sorry," I apologized. "We'll pay for the difference."

As Val and I got off the Jet Ski, my cock slid out of her ass, and quickly disappeared into my bathing suit. I couldn't be sure, but I hoped the attendant hadn't noticed anything.

"If you had run out of gas, we would have had to go get you. Big problem, you almost caused a big problem!"

I apologized again, paid him the equivalent of another three rides, and gave him a large tip on top of that for the trouble.

"Do you think he noticed anything?" Val asked me laughing as we walked away.

"I'm not sure, he might have," I answered thoughtfully.

"I hope he did, that would be so exciting!"

"You're crazy," I laughed.

We washed the sea water and sand off our bodies at the beachside showers, and decided to drop into the large heated pool.

"I needed this, my arms are sore," I commented as we stood almost motionless in the almost hot water of the swimming pool, Val's arms around my neck, my hands on the small of her back.

"Why sore?"

"I had to hold onto the handlebars real tight in case you flew off, love, you were too busy fucking to pay attention to the waves."

Val giggled. "That's why I love you; you were worried I would fly off." Then she laughed out loud.

"Oops, did I just shit?" Val suddenly sounded concerned.

"I don't think so. Don't move, let me check." I moved around her slowly to see her from behind, and I could see a faint smoky white trail floating near her ass.

"No, you didn't shit. My cum is just seeping out of your ass."

Val laughed. "That's so embarrassing!"

"I'm sure nobody noticed, and I'm sure you wouldn't find it embarrassing anyway."

I wanted to stay in the over-heated pool for as long as possible, but we were getting hungry. We went upstairs to our suite, took a quick shower, and got dressed to go downstairs for a quick lunch.

"That was so hot, fucking like that out in the open," Val repeated.

"I know, I liked it too."

"Maybe we should do it again tomorrow?"

"I don't know that that guy will rent us a Jet Ski again," I laughed.

"Of course he will, you'll just have to pay more."

"You're right."

After lunch we went upstairs, and took a short nap. Once again, I woke up to my wife's mouth on my already hardening cock.

"I need a little predinner protein, you don't mind, do you?" my wife gave me a devilish grin.

"No, not at all, nutrition is important," I said. "You know that means you can't waste a drop of my cum."

"I won't, I promise."

It took me a while to cum, and true to her word, this time my wife didn't waste a drop of my seed.

"Let me eat you out," I offered as we kissed.

"Let's go get dinner first, and then we can fuck for a very long time," she purred, as she drew out the word 'very.'

"I don't know that I can fuck again tonight, my love, I've cum already" I made a point of counting with my fingers: "four times already today."

"I'm sure you can," my love, she laughed.

The truth was that my wife was wearing me out. Three or four orgasms a day? My wife, was becoming, or turning out to be--I couldn't tell for sure--a real sex machine, and I began to worry that I would not be able to keep up.

We were in no real hurry, so we got ready slowly. Val put on a short back-less low-cut white summer dress, a white thong, white strappy heels, and no bra. I loved the way her nipples poked through the thin fabric of her dress, and I thought about telling her how much I liked it, but decided against it, in case it would make her feel self-conscious.

"Do you like how my nipples poke through my dress, honey?" Val asked me as she looked at herself in the mirror as we were going out.

"Yes, I do, very much." My wife, self-conscious? I couldn't have been more wrong.

We took the elevator down to the ground floor, and chose one of the open-air restaurants that looked out on the beach. We got a small table right next to the balustrade, and ordered dinner.

We ordered a bottle of white wine, salads, and some spicy shrimp as the main dish. For dessert, we had some creamy caramel flan, and after we were done, we ordered a bottle of champagne. My arms did not hurt so much anymore, but I still felt tired. Val, on the other hand, looked fresh as can be.

"I want you to fuck me again tonight, honey," my wife threw this out in the middle of our conversation, which had something to do with how beautiful the view was, with the moon's light reflecting on the waves as they crashed on the beach.

"I don't know that I can perform again tonight, honey, you're wearing me out."

My wife put on a sad face, and then she laughed. "Don't be silly, sweetheart, I'm sure you can fuck at least once more tonight!"

Before her pregnancy, I had always thought of my wife as an extremely sexual woman, but this was something else. She was like an animal now. Another thought occurred to me: Maybe it wasn't her, maybe it was me, maybe it was all that porn and masturbating I had engaged in for the last two years.

After we had almost finished our bottle of champagne, a young man approached our table, a little timidly, and introduced himself. He said his name was Alex, and wanted to know how the parasailing ride had been for us.

"It was great, lots of fun," I quickly answered.

"I've seen you before," Val smiled at Alex. "You were next in line at the parasailing place right behind us, weren't you? You were with somebody else, a blonde, very beautiful, in fact. Didn't you go up after us?"

"Well, it's kind of embarrassing. She is, or was my girlfriend," Alex tried to smile, "but she took off, all of a sudden." Alex managed a little laugh as he shrugged his shoulders. "She got a message on her cell, and just took off. I chased after her, and she was just furious. Wouldn't say a thing; just packed her bags and left the room. Headed for the airport, as far as I can tell."

Alex looked dejected.

"And you don't know what this was about?" Val asked.

"No," Alex laughed again, an incredulous look on his face.

He stood next to our table, and it was making me uncomfortable. "Why don't you pull up a chair and join us?"

"I don't know that I should. I don't want to screw up your romantic evening."

"Not at all, please join us," Val repeated my invitation, after throwing me a glance to make sure I was okay with this.

"If you're sure it's okay, I will."

Alex looked around behind him, and took a chair from an empty table.

"Do you like champagne?" my wife asked him.

"Yes, of course. Whatever you're having."

I signaled to our waiter, who was watching us from a safe distance, to bring us another bottle.

"So you don't know what provoked this?" I asked again. I was curious, I wanted to make sure Alex was not some crazy weirdo.

"No, just took off, just like that. I don't know whether I should leave too, I mean, look at this place, it's couples only. I'm the only single guy here!"

Val looked at him with true concern in her eyes

"You can hang out with us, get a good night's sleep, and tomorrow you can decide what you want to do," Val offered.

"If it's not too much of a bother?"

"Not at all; we'd be delighted to hang out with you!" I tried to put him at ease.

Our waiter came by with another bottle and a glass for our new friend. We toasted to better days, and finished the bottle quickly. Anther bottle followed, and the conversation moved along quite nicely. The three of us got a little buzz, but not drunk.

I caught the wait staff looking at us expectantly after a while, and looking around, I noticed that we were the only guests left on the terrace.

"Maybe we should leave. I think they want to close for the night," I pointed out to Val.

She looked around to confirm what I was saying, and suggested: "why don't we continue this in our suite? We can have room service send up another bottle."

I applauded Val's suggestion, and Alex agreed. Maybe if we hadn't had anything to drink, one, or maybe all of us, would have offered at least some resistance, but as we were, we did not.

After I signed the check, we proceeded to the lobby. Alex had wanted them to charge it to his room, but I insisted that we should pay, since Val and I had done most of the consuming. I walked up to the front desk and asked the girl there if she could have a bottle sent up to our suite, and she said "of course."

Alex sat on one of the couches and I on the other facing it. Val immediately climbed on my lap and began kissing me. I kissed her back, and fondled her large breasts through the thin material of her summer dress. Through the side of my eye, I could see that Alex was watching un intently. I moved my left hand down to my wife's pussy, slipped it under her dress, and found her soaking wet.

"Look at Alex," I whispered to Val. "He looks very horny."

Val turned her head to look at him, and whispered to me "yeah, I think he's getting very excited."

"Why don't you give him some attention?" I heard the words come out of my mouth, and was surprised that I had even said them, but for some reason, in the moment, it seemed like the most natural thing. Of course, I--doubtless like many men--had fantasized about something like this before, while watching some porn scene dealing with such a scenario, but that was just masturbatory fantasy, not real. And now, just like it was the most natural thing in the world, I was inviting my wife to make out with another man.

"Are you sure?" my wife whispered, her breathing quickening slightly.

"Yes, go ahead honey, it's okay."

Val made herself slowly towards Alex. He looked up at her expectantly, then quickly turned to me, eyes wide open, a look of fear on his face. Val cupped his face in her hands and leaned over to kiss him.

I winked at him and gave him a thumbs up, not to worry.

He immediately relaxed, and began kissing my wife back. He was obviously very aroused.

Val sat on his lap, and they proceeded to make out, Alex placing one hand on Val's breast.

I let them make out for a few minutes, and then I got up. "Maybe we should take this to the bedroom?"

Val smiled at me, and Alex nodded emphatically, like a teenager being asked if he would like to kiss a girl for the first time. My wife got up, and leading Alex by the hand, guided him to the bedroom area. I followed behind, not too closely, though. I didn't want to make them nervous. They sat on the edge of the bed and continued to make out.

I sat on one of the upholstered chairs near the bed and watched them intently.

Alex placed one hand on my wife's breast, and gently fondled it under the thin fabric of her dress. Val freed her breasts from her dress by pulling the thin straps to the side, letting the bodice collapse to her waist. She then stood up, and let her dress drop to the floor, leaving her in her thong and heels. Alex quickly unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. My wife helped him undo his belt, and pulled his pants and boxers down, exposing a fully erect, nicely trimmed cock and balls. Alex kicked off his shoes, and my wife helped him pull off his pants and underwear.

Standing naked face to face in front of the bed, my wife turned to look at me, unsure of what to do next.

"Go ahead, honey," I motioned to her.

Are you sure, love?"

"Yes, of course, go ahead," I smiled at her reassuringly, and waved her on.

With my approval made sufficiently clear, my wife gave me a big wide grin, and knelt on the carpet, her face just inches from Alex's cock. She wrapped one delicate hand on his shaft and gently kissed the shiny, purple head.

As soon as Val's lips touched Alex's cock, the die was cast. This was no longer some touchy-feely thing like you might let your wife get away with on the dance floor of some club. This was the real deal. There was no stopping it now. My heart skipped a beat, I struggled to breathe, and I was overwhelmed by a rush of feelings: excitement, fear, jealousy; I couldn't really tell. As I watched my wife get to work expertly sucking her lover's cock, all my feelings coalesced into sexual arousal. My cock was fully erect, trying to free itself from the constraints of my pants. My heart was beating so hard, I felt it in my ears. My breath quickened into short shallow gasps, and I felt the almost unbearable desire to pull out my cock and jack off.

I was afraid I would spoil everything if I took it out, so I limited my self-pleasure to slowly rubbing my cock through my pants.

My wife turned to look at me, and smiled, her tongue sliding up and down Alex's cock. I could tell she was thoroughly enjoying herself. To drive through that I was okay with what she was doing, and that I was also enjoying myself, I suggested: "Why don't you two get on the bed?"

Alex bent down and lifted my wife onto the bed, facing away from me, and spreading her legs with his hands, went down on her. I could no longer see Val's face from my vantage point, so I quietly lifted my chair and moved it so close to the bed that my left knee was touching the mattress. Maneuvering a little to one side, I could look at my wife's face as Alex pleasured her with his tongue.

"Fuck me, I need to get fucked," Val announced to the world.

Alex got on his knees and lifted my wife's legs up over her head, fully exposing her pussy. Without using his hands to guide his cock, Val's cunt was so wet and open, that he easily slid in. Alex began to pump into her gently, gradually increasing his tempo. After a while, he pulled out, and sliding one arm under my wife's lower back, easily lifted her off the bed and turned her over. With a slight yelp, Val landed on her hands and knees. Alex pulled her up from her hips so he could enter her doggy style, and told her to get down on her elbows.

In this more accessible position, he pounded my wife's pussy harder and faster.

"I'm gonna cum!" Val shrieked after a while. "Fuck me harder!"

Alex obeyed, and started pumping his cock harder and harder into my wife's pussy, his hips slapping noisily against her ass cheeks, pushing her across the bed as he did.

Val began to moan loudly, and then to shake uncontrollably. Then she went limp.

"I just came," her whisper was barely audible.

"I just came so hard," she repeated, now looking to her side at me.

"Yes, honey, I could tell!"

Alex slowed down his pumping action. He was probably getting tired.

"I'm gonna cum too," he muttered after a few minutes.

"Wait! Don't cum inside me!" Val almost yelled, then lowering her voice somewhat: "I don't want to get pregnant."

Just like stupid teenagers yet again, I muttered to myself. We had forgotten the condom again.

"Where do you want my cum?" Alex was about to lose his load. He looked back and forth at Val and me, not sure who he should ask.

"Where do you want him to cum, honey?" I asked Val. It was her decision, of course.

"In my mouth, I want to eat his cum," she immediately responded.

Alex pulled out of my wife, and scrambled towards Val's mouth, keeping his hand on his cock.

Val quickly turned over, and now on her back, she opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue. On his knees beside her, Alex gave his shiny reddened cock a couple of quick strokes, and with an animal grunt, he exploded several large spurts of thick, white semen. His first spurt largely overshot my wife's head, but then, pushing his cock down for better aim, he managed to deliver most of the rest of his load into my wife's awaiting mouth. The rest landed on her face and hair. I counted five spurts in all.

Val then raised her head a few inches, and took Alex's cock head in her mouth. She sucked and licked gently for a couple of minutes, trying to extract every last drop of cum she could.

As his cock softened, she gave it a loving kiss on the head, and grinned up at him.

"Thank you so much, that was wonderful!"

Alex looked down at her, sweat running down his face and body: "I should be thanking you!"

Licking her lips to savor the last of her lover's cum, my wife turned to me and said: "that was so fun, thank you honey!"

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," I answered.

Alex didn't know what to do. He slowly got off the bed, and self-consciously looked around for his clothes.

I wanted to put him at ease: "you want to stay for a drink?"

"I think I'd better get going," he answered.

"Whatever makes you comfortable," I responded.

By this time, my wife had sat up on the edge of the bed, streaks of Alex's cum still coating parts of her face and hair. Her skin glistened with perspiration, her upper chest and face showing the telltale redness that she always showed after orgasming. She was beaming.

Alex quickly got dressed, gave my wife a kiss on her lips, and thanked her again: "You were wonderful. You are such a beautiful and sexy woman."

Then to me: "I'd better get going."

I didn't really know what to say, so I shook his hand and said: "thank you Alex, this was great."

He smiled, and made his way to the door. As I showed him out, I didn't want to say anything like 'see you tomorrow,' or 'let's do this again sometime,' so I said nothing except 'thank you' and 'good night.'

I turned to look at my wife, still sitting on the edge of the bed, her feet, still in her strappy heels, barely touching the floor.

I walked up to her and kissed her gently on the forehead, and then on her lips. I could taste Alex's cum, but I didn't care. I sat next to her, and she climbed onto my lap. I held her naked body in my arms. The cum on her face and hair was beginning to dry.

"So, you liked it?" I asked my wife, aware that I was repeating myself.

"Oh yes, honey, I loved it! Thank you so much for making it happen!"

I wasn't so sure that it had been only me who had made it happen, but I said nothing.

"How about you? Are you okay with what just happened? Did you like it?" The possible implications of fucking another man had begun to dawn on my wife.

I thought for a second: "Yes, I liked it. you looked so beautiful, so very, very beautiful, and I'm very happy that you had fun."

"I'm so glad, honey," she hesitated to say what she was thinking. "I was afraid you might feel jealous."

"I did feel jealous for a while," I confessed, "but then I didn't anymore, and actually, it made me really horny, seeing you like that, knowing how much you were enjoying yourself. I could tell you were having fun, and it made me very horny to see you like that."

My wife smiled at me, the dry cum on her face cracking as she did.

"You are the best husband ever, you know that?"

"I certainly try, my love"

"So, it made you horny to see me getting fucked by another man?" Val was getting excited again.

"Yes, I even thought of pulling out my dick and jacking off, but I decided not to. I didn't want to do anything that might screw up your experience."

"No, not at all, honey," my wife reassured me. "You should have; I would have liked that."

I was about to say 'maybe next time' but I caught myself. I didn't know whether either of us would want there to be a next time, and this was certainly not the time to bring it up.

"You're getting hard. I can feel your cock pressing against me. Do you want me to get you off?" Val asked after a moment.

"Yeah," I managed to say.

"Let me help you undress." She got up off my lap, and almost ripped my clothes off.

This wild woman was still horny! I thought to myself.

I stood naked in front of her, my cock fully erect, a string of precum hanging from the tip, and she got on her knees to suck me off. Looking straight into my eyes, she expertly worked my hard cock with her tongue and lips, rubbing her clit with one hand, and fondling my balls with the other.

I knew I wouldn't last long, and I was sure she knew it too. I thought she timed her next question expertly.

"Would you like to do this again sometime? Me fucking another man?"

"Yes," I grunted, without thinking, and I immediately exploded onto her face and mouth.

"I'd like that too," she purred, as she licked my cock clean.

We did not talk about this anymore that night. My wife took off her makeup, by now a total mess with all the cum that had landed on her face, and we took a long shower before we went to sleep, naked, in each other's arms.

In the morning, I woke up to her mouth on my cock once again, and having recovered somewhat from my sexual exhaustion of the previous day, I fucked her enthusiastically.

As we walked by the hotel's front desk on our way to breakfast, the receptionist called out to us, and handed us a white envelope. It was from Alex. He wanted to thank us for a wonderful evening, and let us know that he had taken the first flight out of Cabo.

I detected a little sadness, and maybe a little relief, in Val's face.

As we sat down for breakfast, my wife opened up: "I'm kind of sad that he left, you know. I kind of hoped that I could fuck him again; but on the other hand, maybe this was too much, emotionally, I mean, for us, you know. Maybe it is better that he left."

"I know what you mean," I agreed with my wife. "In any case, if you ever want to fuck him again, he did write his phone number on the note." I thought for a moment, "and if you want to try another man, we could always do that too."

My wife grinned at me.

"Would you be okay with that?"

"I think so," I answered.