Hola Mexico! Pt. 02

The next morning, we both prayed for Death to come and take us to his hell. Surely the Grim Reaper's home base wasn't as bad as the conditions we were trying to deal with in our heads.

The alarm blasted with a fury and volume of a sea going freighter, jarring us from the deep coma's we had sunk into a few hours previously.

As bad as my noggin hurt, I couldn't help but smile as I recalled the night before and the crazy shit that went down. As if reading my mind, Jo smacked my ass and asked "what are you smiling about?".

Hard to answer as I was trying to brush the foul taste of my share of 6 jugs of beer from my mouth, I just laughed. She knew. She smiled back.

No time to shower and booze pouring from every pore of our bodies, we grabbed our bags and jumped into the pre-ordered cab (thank god Jo is so freaking organized). Long story short, six and half hours later we landed in the sweltering heat of a Cancun winter.

Coming from the prairies, this kind of heat in February was unimaginable and completely unexpected. Oh sure, we knew it would be hot but the blast of heat that met us when we left the airconditioned comfort of the airport punched me in the nut-sack like a cannonball.

Both suffering from crippling hangovers, we staggered, hobbled, lurched to the waiting bus. Thank Christ it had the AC blasting and a cooler full of beer. As much as it nearly killed us, we knew the only way outta this cranial pain was "the hair o' the dog".

Guts protesting violently, Jo and I prevailed over our stomachs attempts to hurl it's contents into our laps and we high-fived our not barfing! Victory sometimes comes in small measures and we have to take the win any way we could.

In hindsight, starting to drink that early in the heat of a blazing Mexican day might not have been the best choice for our first time in the country. But what the fuck, given how we performed the night before, we felt like champs and were ready to get the party started.

An hour later, we had arrived at our resort and were all checked in. Total rookies, we were dying from the heat! Having left -30 degree weather in Saskatchewan, we were dressed for the cold.

I hadn't run since grade 8 (I was getting chased by a dog), we bolted for our room and tore into our suitcases for our shorts and t-shirts. Jeans and long-sleeved shirts are not a great choice for travels to Mexico.

Now 4 beer in, we had somehow completely forgotten all about the bat-shit crazy headaches we got from too much drinking the night before. We plowed headlong into the free booze and chips at the pool bar right outside our door. Whoever invented Mexico deserves a Nobel Prize.

Relaxing for the first time in months, it was easy to sit poolside and have Alejandro bring us drinks, soak up the sun and talk about nothing.

Stripped down to our bathing suits 36 seconds after we found our lounge chairs, Jo oiled up with Johnsons and Johnsons and I slathered on 60 SPF, kids aquatic suntan lotion. Although we have very different views on sunscreen protection, I very much appreciated her choice of lubricant.

Slick, silky and covered in oil, my sweet Jo was as fucking hot as any woman in the entire resort. From behind my sunglasses, I couldn't help but steal glances at her amazing body. She could have been asleep, I couldn't tell because she too was wearing similar shades.

Every once in a while, she would shift and I would shamelessly watch her every move. Recalling the events of the night before and seeing her basking in the sun, I was feeling the need to fuck her all over again.

Not wanting to push my luck, I decided to play it cool and, in an effort to suppress my horny impulses, started to think about dead kittens and tragic car crashes. Mission accomplished, I was able to push all my impure thoughts aside and do some lifeguard-grade people watching.

The full range of body types from around the globe were unashamedly on glorious display. I loved how every person, young or old, round or slim, guy or gal, seemed utterly oblivious to the stunted, negative body conscious mindset of so many Canadians... me being one of them. There was a freedom here to be and look however you wanted.

I thought "Fuck it" and for the first time in 22 years, I stepped way outside my comfort zone and exhaled. Yup, stopped sucking in my gut and let it all hang out. Although not too much to hang, it was incredibly liberating to just be "me" for a change.

Basting like a salmon on a dock during the hottest day of summer, drink in hand, I felt alive! I shook Jo awake, which I'm sure she was thrilled about, and told her of my revelation. In total Jo fashion, she just smiled and said "this might be a game-changer for us".

Not sure what the fuck she meant by that, I was too busy being wowed by my epiphany to read anything into her remark. Damn, I should really pay closer attention to the shit she says.

Jo slowly sat up and said "I'll be back". Grabbing her room key, she headed back to the room and I watched her ass sway as she walked away. Was there an extra wiggle to her walk? Maybe it was just my overactive imagination but it sure looked like it.

Her tight one-piece suit fit like a glove. She hadn't bought a new swimsuit in years and this one was a beaut. Riding high on her hips, it's cut showed off her ass in stunning fashion. Yup, luckiest man on the planet.

I ordered two more drinks from Alejandro and relished in the moment. I hadn't been this at peace in years. The sounds of people splashing in the pool, of couples laughing and groups of friends chatting all combined to form the perfect ambiance.

Shaken from my internal reverie by a hand on my shoulder, I looked up to see Jo and she said "c'mon, lets check out the beach". What I really heard was "blah blah, blahblahblah" as I was shocked to see what she had changed into.

In all the years that we had know each other, I had never once seen her in a bikini and damn did she look fucking hot! Black with orange stripes, the top cupped her ample breasts and brought them together in a supple sublime way. The bottoms were high waisted and cut to exemplify her hips and brought my eye straight to the outline of her pussy.

She turned towards the beach and strode away with that seductive sashay to her hips that drew looks from the poolside men and women. This new suit was cut in a way that showed more of her ass than I had ever seen in her previous suits. I was lovin' every second of it!

I gladly take up a position of walking 6 feet behind her as she leads us out of the pool area and onto the beach. Drenched in oil and 40+ degree heat she heads left and weaves her way through the smattering of towels, loungers and bodies that checker the beach.

I watch as Jo totally takes the lead on our beach journey. She has a swagger to her walk and I catch a wry smile as she finds just the right chairs. Wandering further down the beach, away from the largest part of the crowd, we arrange our chairs far enough away from others for some modest distance but close enough to still be a part of the energy of other vacationers.

Sitting on the side of my chair, I offer to lotion Jo as she is lying on her back taking full advantage of the sun. Brow beading with sweat, her upper lip glistening, she needs some kind of protection or she is going to burn to a crisp.

She say's "sure" and I rummage through her bag to find the sunscreen. Squirting a very liberal amount of the cool lotion into my hand, I rub them together and start with her shoulders. Working the lotion in, I can see behind her sunglasses that her eyes are closed and she is enjoying the pseudo massage.

I know her soft spots and increase my pressure on the tops of her shoulders and work my way to the base of her neck. Now sitting on the side of her lounger, I am able to use my fingers on the base of her neck and work my up and into her hair.

With equal time spent on rubbing the base of her skull and slowly gripping and pulling handfuls of her hair, her lips part and I can hear near inaudible groan.

Leaving her neck and shoulders, I spend time working my way down and over the length of her body. Sometimes firmly kneading her muscles and other times only lightly letting my fingers run along the sides of her thighs and backs of her knees.

Her body glistens with pearls of sweat and oil and lotion, my hands blending them together, painting a collage of my wanting over the length of her body.

Working on the soles of her feet, I slowly move north and use both hands on either side of her ankle and lower calf of her left leg. Using my thumbs on either side of her shins, I pressed deep and away like I'm separating two halves of an orange.

At mid leg, I make sure my hands are pressing hard and my fingers wrap around her leg to find the back of her knee. Slick with oil my hands are able to work in unison to elicit another slow, low moan from my wife. She moves her legs very so slightly apart as I press her flesh and work the muscles of her lower thighs.

Without warning Jo suddenly props herself up on her elbows and from behind her dark sunglasses directs me to "undo my top". What? What the fuck did she just say? Really quite stunned I ask "What? Like your bikini top?" Tilting her head down to be able to look at me over the top of her sunglasses she says "yes my bikini top you dumbass".

This is a watershed moment in our relationship. My shy, conservative, demur wife, who I have been trying to corrupt for over 2 years, is wanting to, demanding to go topless on a public beach, with other people around!

Stammering a quick "ok" I move behind her to unclasp the hooks of her top. Over her right shoulder I am transfixed as I watch as her top falls away and into her lap. I am at a total loss. I had dreamed, fantasized about a moment like this but never imagined in my wildest dreams it would ever actually happen.

Nonchalantly, like this was an everyday occurrence, Jo grabs the top and throws it onto the sand between our chairs and leans back into her chair. Mouth hanging open, I look at her beautiful full breasts, then to the beach and surrounding loungers.

No one, not a single person has noticed or even cares. This is Mexico, this stuff happens.

Not knowing what to do next I go back to the task of making sure my wife was well protected by sunscreen. Working now on her left thigh, a hand on either side of her leg I am massaging her with a little more intensity than I had been before. Thighs moving further apart again, I watch her chest and beautiful tits rise and fall at a bit of quicker pace.

The combination of her being topless and me slowly working my way to her pussy was having an obvious effect.

Her hands moved to the sides of her lounger and curled around the edges of her chair. The closer to her pussy I get, the harder she grips the chair, the muscles of her forearms look taut and I can see her arms tensing. Unbelievably, I think that she is genuinely getting super turned on.

Can it actually be possible that my sainted girlfriend is close to coming, in public, while topless on a beach with 200 people on it?

I slide my right hand the few remaining inches up and brush against her bikini clad crotch. Jo reacts with a flinch, like a small bolt of electricity has shocked her body. Again massaging her upper thigh with undulating motions, I now come closer to her pussy more often with each sweep of my hand.

Making intermittent contact with pussy only seems to agonize Jo. Legs wider apart now, hands gripping the sides of her chair, head back and chin tilting up, my gorgeous wife is about to come like a hurricane.

I lean forward and wedge my right hand between her upper thighs, palm against her leg, index finger finding the groove of her lips and I press hard. Not moving at all, I know all I have to do is hold my knuckle against her clit and not let the pressure off and she will respond.

And respond she does. Arching her back slightly, arms tensed she pushes against my hand and comes hard. Exhaling in a long low huff and ending with an uuunnngh, she grabs my wrist with her left hand and pulls it away from her muffin.

I am shocked and stunned and speechless and unable to blink. Chest rising and falling like she's just run a marathon, she slumps back into her chair and wipes the hair from her brow with her right hand.

"Are you ok?" I ask. "Oh fuck ya" she responds with a whisper.

Momentarily paralyzed with the crush of what has just happened, Jo reads the moment and tells me to "get on some sunscreen or you are going to poach".

"Oh yah, okay good idea" is the best I can come up with and I proceed to lather up and lay back onto my chair.

"What the fuck just happened there?" I ask myself with a combination of wonderment and pure excitement. What does this mean for Jo? For me? For us? For the rest of the trip?

Having to drape my towel over my lap to try and hide my raging boner, I can't tell if my skin is burning from the sun or from the adrenaline dump that just occurred.

From behind dark mirrored glasses I look around at the beach and it's peppering of sun worshipers. Had anyone noticed? There were only a few couples close enough to have maybe noticed but it didn't look like they were interested in what we were doing.

With people strolling along the beach taking in the heat and hot ocean air, I watched as a young man was making his way towards us as he lazily enjoyed his stroll.

As he approached, I noticed him look up and see my topless wife in all of her glorious beauty. Not staring but certainly enjoying the view, I loved that he was liking what he was seeing. As he got closer, I leaned my head to the left to see if Jo was aware of what was happening or would take evasive maneuvers.

Not moving at all I wondered if she was maybe asleep. I searched her face and could see that from behind her glasses her eyes were wide open and she was watching the guy as he came towards us.

A thin wry smile creased the edges of her lips and I could see that she was really enjoying the attention and freedom she was experiencing.

I was absolutely fascinated by what I was seeing. This evolution, this transformation was mind blowing and I wasn't sure how to process it. My whole sexual world, my notions of sex with Jo and how our lives were structured was coming unraveled.

I wondered if this was just a once in a lifetime, magic moment that would never be repeated or something that would have a lasting effect on our sex lives.

Again, as if reading my mind, Jo say's "lets move spots". Always a pretty agreeable guy, I am more than happy to take any direction that Jo is prepared to give. As I stuff my towel into our bag, Jo swings her legs off of the chair and stands to stretch her arms above her head.

Fully exposed to the guy now within 10 feet of our chairs and entire beach, my girl takes her moment in the sun, lowers her arms and asks "Ready?".

Fuck yah and fuck no at the same time, I chose to just gather our belongings and follow her as she starts to walk further down the beach. Heading in the direction of private beaches inhabited by people who had paid extra for the upscale resort, I follow a few feet behind her as I try and gather my thoughts.

Once catching my breath and my thoughts, I'm walking beside her, amazed at her confidence and swagger.

We pass a half a dozen other people, couples, singles, small groups and she carries herself with poise, not a whisper of reluctance or shame. Jo is living her best self, a new her, and all before noon on a beautiful Mexican day.

Twenty minutes of walking through the hot sand and surf of the beach, we find ourselves more and more alone. Having passed some markers indicating we were entering an area reserved for guests of Playa del Mar, the exclusive resort, Jo doesn't say a word and continues to walk.

Having absolutely zero fucking idea about where we were heading, figuratively or literally, I take her lead.

It doesn't take long for Jo to lean to the west and we find a beautiful white sand oasis amongst some of the taller grass and trees. Like something out of a postcard, we spread out our towels and stake our claim to our part of paradise.

And we take our time. We lay for hours, rolling over on occasion, drinking water from our bottles and slathering on lotion like we are basting turkeys with butter.

Drifting in and out of sleep, thoroughly enjoying this time alone and with each other, we spend the next 2 hours wordlessly letting the sun drain away our worries, anxieties and, apparently our inhibitions.

Foggy from a series of syrupy day dreams and silky meanderings of the mind, I feel the slow persistent tugging on the front of my shorts. Flat on my back I start to come back to reality and realize that this is no dream, my pants are actually coming off.

Lifting my head, I look down to see Jo straddling my ankles, hands gripping my trunks and gently pulling towards herself. I laugh and gently lift my hips so she can pull easier and slide my shorts down my legs, throwing them off to the side once done.

Looking up at me over the tops of her glasses, she wears a wicked smile as she rises to stand over me. I am floored to see that she has already taken off her bathing suit bottoms and, feet on either side of my hips, gently swings her body back and forth as if moving to some music that only she can hear.

I reach up and slide my hands up her calves to the backs of her sensitive knees as she continues to sway to the pipers and players of the band that only she can hear. Staring down at me, she slides her hands up her body to cup her slick oil skimmed breasts and bring them together. I reach for her exposed pussy and part her lips with my thumbs and marvel at how wet and swollen her clit is.

Knowing we could get caught at any time, Jo bends her knees and lowers herself to me. Over my throbbing aching cock, she reaches down, takes me in her left hand and guides me into her.

She is tight and thick, she is close, the warmth of her cunt is incredible and she slides onto me like butter on a hot knife. Sinking and settling onto the base of my cock, I am fully in her, deep, completely, in every way.

She takes off my glasses and then hers and our eyes lock as she starts to rock forward. My hands now on her tits, hers on my shoulders, she brings her mouth to mine and my cock strains to stay inside of her.

Feeling that she has only the tip of my cock still inside her, she reverses her motion and slowly slides back down my pole, making every inch feel like a mile.

She continues to rock back and forth with deliberation and a smooth consistent tempo, knowing that if we go any faster I will come in an instant. She knows me and my prick better than I know myself and uses it to her advantage. I can feel the walls of her pussy getting more engorged and wonder how much longer she has before she unleashes a torrent of cum in a gush of fluid.

Too late. She grips my shoulders and brings herself forward, eyes wide and say's "oh fuck, I'm coming!" and I know what is coming next. She slams herself back onto me with a loud slap and then brings herself back off.

Harder this time, she drives her pussy back onto my cock with a vengeance and immediately brings herself back up. Now it's game on. Pounding her box onto my cock, she lifts and plunges with no time to grind.

I can tell she is almost there and is going to get this one if it's the last thing she ever does. Almost like a fight, she takes all of me as she needs it, abandoning any thought of if I might come or actually be injured, she is possessed and in the next 3 thrusts comes in a tidal splash of cum and a guttural groan that lasts a full 20 seconds.

Mouth in the shape of and O, eyes tightly clenched, I can feel her pussy convulsing on my dick like a powerlifters grip on a barbell.

Breath quick and coming in rapid huffs, she leans even further forward so our foreheads are pressed together.

"Are you ok?" she asks.

"I think so" is all I can reply.

Opening one eye she asks, "Did you come?".

"No fucking idea" I lie with a smile.

My stunning conservative gal had literally fucked the shit out of me, in broad daylight on a foreign beach, with an abandon that I have only ever dreamt of. So, yes, of course I came. Although I was also too busy having my mind blown to have cared one way or another.

Falling forward, now chest to chest and cheek to cheek, our oiled, slick bodies hot from the sun and amazing sex, were almost glued together with natural lubrication. Who knew that yesterday was just the start of it.

We decided to just say fuck it and stayed on our little piece of paradise and screw the entire rest of the day away. Sometimes slow and passionate, other times fast and furious if for no other reason than to get it over with before we succumbed to heat exhaustion.

The love making was all that it was supposed to be, how it had been in the beginning, during all the phases of the upcoming honeymoon.

When the sun started to end it's daily run, we looked at each other and started to laugh. And it was a good laugh, a well-deserved laugh. It had been a couple of very long years without a break, and we were ready for some renewal.

I felt like I knew her again but, given the days event's, maybe didn't really know her at all. Or maybe, we just getting to know our new selves for the first time.

As we packed up our things, I wondered what the rest of our trip would bring.

Was this a one off or would shit continue to get crazier.

"One could only hope" I thought.

Any wondering I had was short lived because as Jo set out towards the beach of our resort, still topless, she looked over her shoulder and said "lets go Turbo, I need you rested for tomorrow".