So this is really more about what was happening to someone else than to me, but I figured you guys would appreciate it.
To recall, I was on my honeymoon at a resort outside of the US. I’m 6′, bald, beard, big dude; my wife is 5’8, curvy, spectacular breasts and hips, shoulder-length brown hair, green eyes. She was 30, I was in my late 30s.
My wife and I have a habit of commenting on people to each other — yeah, we’re those people — and at breakfast one day we noticed three women with British accents sitting a few tables over. Two were probably in their 30s, and the other was old. They mentioned they’d been awake for 24 hours and we tried to figure out their route for getting to our hemisphere. We’re nerds; we like to speculate and figure things out.
Anyway, a couple of hours later we’re in the pool and we go up to the swim-up bar, and there they are. The women in their 30s are curvy as well, maybe could stand to lose a few pounds but whatever, I thought they were cute. They were all laughing and having fun, and they had great smiles. My wife and I chatted with them a bit — it was a mother and her daughters, and the older one, Alex, had been to Mexico several times that year already.
We hung out at the pool area for a bit, went to lunch, and when we came back the mom and the younger daughter (we didn’t catch her name so I’ll call her Susan) were still there, at the bar, drinking and talking to anyone they could. Susan said that she and her sister had had their first row of the trip, so Alex had been sent to their room to take a nap, “the stroppy cow.” That comment still makes me chuckle to this day.
The next day, we went on an excursion, but got back in time to cool off in the pool. I had joked that they were probably still there (the Britons), but it wasn’t a joke because there they were. That afternoon, my wife was wearing a black bikini that drew attention to her breasts — D/DD, depending on the day — with low-cut bottoms that revealed her hips quite nicely. I went over to the bar to get some water, said hi — the mom wondered why she hadn’t seen us all day, we talked about the excursion, and then I went back to my wife.
As my wife and I snuggled in the pool, we watched a couple of guys in their mid-to-late 20s chatting up the sisters. It was quite clear that both of them were looking for a little something while on their vacation — and, y’know, good for them. When you’re halfway around the world and you want to have sex with someone you’ll never see again, you should totally go for it.
Alex was going for it. She separated from her mom and sister and went over to where a bunch of people in their 20s and 30s were playing a weird swimming/drinking game. She had her eye on a guy who looked a little like an early-20s Russell Brand, and he seemed interested in her too.
At some point, music came on kind of loud, and my wife likes to be silly and dance (because neither of us can dance for shit), and she started rubbing her backside against me. What we used to call “booty dancing” when I was in middle school. When she realized that I was hard she just got more and more into it, sliding her butt along my shaft, grinding against me. I was wearing a pair of gym shorts that became a bathing suit a couple of years back, and it was easy for me to pull one leg up and over my cock.
She made a happy little sound and kept grinding and teasing me with her ass, and I dug my fingers into her hips and slid my shaft between her cheeks (over her suit).
At the same time, we were watching Alex swim across the pool with the Russell Brand lookalike, and they were definitely flirting. My wife’s movements slowed down, as did mine. Though, honestly, I was still quite pleased to push my erection down, between her legs from behind, and move gently back and forth over her suit. I swear I was hard enough that she could have used my cock to hold her up, but we weren’t trying, because we were quietly commenting on Alex and Russell’s flirting. Neither one seemed to want to make the first move, but I could tell she was very interested in him just from the way her face looked (they were maybe 30 feet away).
I was momentarily distracted by something my wife did that made me shudder happily, and when I opened my eyes, Alex and Russell were definitely kissing. A moment later, my wife was facing me, my erection pressed hard against her through her suit, and we were kissing too.
That’s as far as it went for us — we had to get back upstairs, shower, and go to dinner pretty soon after — but we both watched Alex (in a green two-piece that was pretty flattering) and Russell get out of the pool. Moments later, they were gone. As my wife and I got our stuff together to head back upstairs, we made a couple of good-natured jokes to each other about Alex being like “bye Suz, bye Mum, I’m off for the night.”
But as we were walking back to our room, through the pool area, we saw Susan getting her hooks into a guy of her own — normal-looking guy, a little stocky, short hair, and clearly enjoying the view of her breasts in her black one-piece.
We didn’t see any of them the rest of the night, but as we were passing one of the hotel bars I said something like “I bet their mom doesn’t even care. She’d probably be happy to sit at this bar and talk to literally everyone all night.”
I also am pretty sure that, the few times I went to the bar without my wife, Susan was sizing me up as well. If I hadn’t been on my honeymoon, I definitely would have asked my wife (who is bisexual) if we should invite Susan up to our room. In the extremely unlikely event that we ever see her (or Alex) again, such an invitation will be forthcoming.
So, like I said, this story was really about some other folks, but I got some nice feelings out of it too, so I wouldn’t consider it a total loss.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5837d6/mf_public_another_honeymoon_story