Dia de los Muertos [GROUP]

Dia de los Muertos

A few years ago, my wife, Mandy, and I got away for a short trip to San Antonio and stayed at what has become one of our favorite hotels anywhere in the world. Without naming this place, it is relatively new and was at one time an abandoned (yet historic) brewery that legend has it was also haunted. Incredible mixture of industrial with modern and Texas Hill Country and a touch of Hispanic flair, it just has one of the coolest vibes of any hotel we have ever stayed at. Many of the rooms have a private enclosed terrace with a small fireplace on it overlooking either downtown or the Riverwalk. The entire area around this hotel has several outstanding shops and restaurants and always seems to have some sort of festival that just creates an intoxicating energy. On this specific trip, the hotel and the surrounding area are celebrating Dia de los Muertos, or Day of the Dead as we refer to it in the States. The hotel is decorated in tens of thousands of mums with hundreds of candles lighting the lobby area, the main bar and the restaurant. The plaza is filled with dozens of ofrenda’s, each also covered in mums of yellow and orange and lit by dozens of candles. One area next to the hotel has about 75 large lanterns hanging down, each containing several candles that just created an environment that was almost magical. The smell of cloves and cinnamon permeated the air and with the temperature in the low 60’s it made for the perfect fall evening.

Having been at the hotel for a few days, we had come to recognize several other couples that were staying there and would say hello to each other as we came into contact. On this night we had started conversations with a few of them at different points as we were all walking around taking in the atmosphere. Mandy and I decided we wanted to have a glass of wine or two before we headed to our room, so we walked to the main bar at the hotel, which was hosting their own adult Dia de los Muertos party. They had face painting and sugar skull masks available for any guest that wanted to participate. We politely accepted two of the sugar skull masks and made our way into the bar. We saw three of the other couples we had talked to over the past hour or so that were sitting around a coffee table with two large couches. They waived us over and invited us to join them, so we settled in, ordered a bottle of wine and joined the conversation about how great the ambiance was.

The night flew by, and we spent the next two hours enjoying the multiple conversations with the three other couples. Two of the couples had traveled together from Nashville, while the other couple was from Dallas. Since this was a hotel bar, last call came around 11:30 and the couple from Dallas commented how we all needed to find another bar close by and continue our evening. One of the couples from Nashville said they had the Presidential suite, which was essentially its own multi room penthouse with a wrap around rooftop deck overlooking the plaza and the Riverwalk. They said it was decorated for Dis de los Muertos by the hotel and suggested it would be a shame not to let everyone enjoy the view. We ask the bartender to send a couple more bottles of wine up to the Presidential suite and then we all made our way to the private elevator to whisk us away to the penthouse.

The suite was truly amazing, with a covered rooftop outdoor sitting area with a large, stone fireplace and separate dining for 10 people. The hotel had placed around 25 lanterns hanging down, each lit with candles similar to what was in the plaza below. The staff had made sure the outdoor fireplace was lit, which just added to the ambiance. There is a long dining table inside that also has seating for 10, with marigolds running the length of the table mixed with additional lanterns. The living area had two couches, three chairs and a grand piano. The couple who was staying in the suite had split up, so the husband was giving the guys a tour while the wife was giving the other women a tour. Room service had arrived and had opened two bottles of wine and had poured everyone a glass sitting on a table on the rooftop terrace.

We all made it back to the terrace, sat down under the soft glow of the lanterns, raised our glasses to toast our hosts for having all of us up to their suite. Another hour quickly disappears, and we realize we are out of wine. I offer to have a couple more bottles brought up on me unless the suite has a hidden bar in addition to everything else that is there. The couple staying there laughs and says that suite has several surprises for “Day of the Dead” including black lighting on the terrace and the living/dining areas brought in for the occasion. Not fully understanding why and certainly curious, I ask our host what the black lighting represented?

The husband laughed, said he had no idea, but the concierge also left a basket of glow in the dark markers and body paint that they said could be used as part of their “magical week” at the hotel. I think at this point everyone had more than enough wine to lose some inhibitions, so the wives all look at each other and ask why are we sitting here and not having fun with that? At that point the wife staying in the suite gets up and walks into the living room to get the basket of body paint while the husband gets up and flips a switch on the wall that turns on the blacklights. Everyone sits back down, and the wife smiles and says, “I don’t want to speak for any of you, but I have never used these so any ideas from anyone who has?” The couple from Dallas excitingly jumps in and says they have done this at several parties and raved about how much fun it was. They suggested we all write down different paintings, pictures or even historic landmarks and put them into a glass. Each couple would draw a suggestion and draw one of them and see if the other couples could guess. The couple that had the best attempt at human body art would be the winner. One of the husband’s asked what the prize was for winning at which point his wife leaned onto him and said, “why me of course.” The host laughed and said he can’t argue with that but also suggested the winning couple should have dinner covered the next evening by the other three couples. We all agreed and went to work writing down our ideas and placing them in an empty wine glass.

The husbands would be the first living canvas’s and so each wife pulled out a slip of paper to learn what their project would be. Everyone places their Sugar Skull masks on to be as true to the spirit of the day as possible. My wife laughs when she reads her slip of paper and looks at me and says she has no idea how to draw this so no judgments. The host wife also says she has trouble drawing so suggests that they work in teams. Everyone eagerly agrees at this and decides to set a time limit of 10 minutes per painting. Given how much additional light is on the terrace, we decide to move into the living area where the black light is essentially the only light in the space, The woman from Dallas tells the guys to take their shirts off and get comfortable. We all do as instructed and each of us grabs a pillow and lies down either on a couch or on the floor. The wife’s’ partner up, grab their paint and pens, quietly discuss their game plan, and then start on their respective masterpieces. One of the benefits of blacklight is that it makes one body relatively hard to see other than the shape. It does add a nice level of comfort for anyone that is not overly confident about their body. The wives are laughing, alternating between drinking wine and painting. The guys are bantering back and forth about getting the attention of multiple women at the same time. Ten minutes ends and the wife’s switch up as partners and settle in to work on the other husbands.

I have to admit this was a new experience and it was both erotic and strangely relaxing all at the same time. Having my wife and essentially a stranger painting on my chest for 10 minutes also was causing every nerve in my body to become extremely aroused. Watching my wife and another woman we just met drawing and touching her husband was also incredibly sensual. Our wives finish their masterpiece and then step back to admire their work. At this point I am dying to grab paint and start my own masterpiece, so I look at the guys and say, “I think the women have had enough fun and it’s our turn now.” One of the husbands grabs a wine bottle, fills up our glasses, raises his up and says, “a toast gentlemen – to creating our own Mona Lisa’s.” We laugh, then I suggest that we should have the women lie on the table as it is certainly long and wide enough for all four of them to lay on it. The husbands agree and then the host husband looks at his wife and says “I can’t speak for the other husbands but for my work of art I need everything off other than your thong. The rest of the husbands immediately chime in in agreement and thankfully our wives have had enough to drink and didn’t argue. Watching my wife and three other women, all very attractive in their own unique ways, stripping down feels like its own fantasy unto itself.

The black lights really do make it hard to distinguish much in terms of details, so it really is like watching the silhouettes of these woman in the nude. Truthfully it made this even more erotic, only to be outdone by watching each of them lay down on the table. We partner up as husbands, grab our paint and get to work. I joined one of the husbands from Nashville, and we quickly decided neither of us cared about what we were drawing. I wish I could remember the music playing in the background, might have been Keb Mo, but certainly a mixture of blues and jazz that was upbeat enough that it fit the mood perfectly. Everyone was engaged in some level of conversations, mostly I think to keep the mood fun and light hearted. We leaned over his wife and began our own masterpiece, each of us trying to somewhat duplicate the decorations on the various Sugar Skull’s we see around us. He started on her thigh while I started on her other leg on her calf area. My wife was on the table next to the woman I was painting on, waiting her turn and watching me as I focused on the blonde, Southern Belle. She already seemed to be enjoying her husband’s slow paint brush strokes up and down her thigh given the Suttle moans she was making.

As I am starting to run out of room to paint, the husband looks over and me and says “okay, time to switch places.” He and I move around so that he is now working on her other lower leg, and I am painting on her upper thigh, trying to duplicate what artwork was already done. I start slowly brushing up from her knee up her inner thigh in slow, curvy strokes. Every time I would get close to her womanhood, she would make another subtle moan of approval. Still not 100% certain what I can say or do at this point, I look over at my artistic partner and say, “I truly appreciate you letting me paint on such a stunning and beautiful canvas.” Expecting a response from him, his wife instead lifts her head up and says “I could lay here all night and let you all do this. I am in heaven right now.” I look back at her and trying to project as much of a smile in my voice as I can (given I am wearing a mask) I reply “wow – normally takes way more than this for me to hear a comment like that.” She puts her head down, lets out a sigh and replies “Notice I did not say you two were done.” Her husband reaches over and pats me on my back and says, “clearly the girls have more plans for us.” We continue our painting, moving up onto her stomach and trying to spend time on each of her breast. With each passing minute our current muse is breathing heavier and heavier, which is a new type of erotic to experience. I think the guy’s lost track of time and as we were collectively finishing our painting projects, we realize we spent about 30 minutes on the first two wives.

I was trying to make constant eye contact with my wife, given I can’t see her smile to know what she is feeling. Normally I can tell by the way she lightly bites her bottom lip or the slight opening of her mouth as she breathes if she is getting turned on by a situation. I was just about to ask her if she was ready when the wife, I was painting on gently reaches her hand over and lightly touches the back of her hand across my wife’s breast and tells her “Okay beautiful – I think it’s time you got some attention.” My wife lets out a devilish “mmmm” and says, “I thought my time would ever get here.” We switch up partners, so I am now working with the other husband from Nashville, and we get to work painting on my wife. We start the same way, with me working on my wife’s upper right leg while my counterpart was working on her lower left leg. Having been married for 20 years at this point, I know how to get my wife worked up while being Suttle. I make sure as I am paining her thigh that I am also slowly squeezing different parts of her inner thigh while occasionally brushing my hand across what is now her moistness. I can tell by the way her legs are alternating between tensing up and relaxing that she is truly enjoying herself. I announce, “time to switch” and my partner begins to work on her other thigh while I go to work painting on her lower leg.

The time comes to begin working on my wife’s upper body, and I suggest he start on one side, and I will start on the other. I am trying to make sure that anytime the other husband is painting on her stomach that I am working on her breast, moving to her stomach whenever his brush strokes would glide up over her other breast. I wanted her to feel the constant touch all over her as I thought that would drive her sensuality to new heights. Listening to my wife’s breathing, I can tell this is exactly what is happening. It was hard not to get lost in the moment but finally our art pursuit was finished, and it was time to step back and admire the living portrait in front of us. All the husbands stepped back to admire the scene on the table when the husband from Dallas said, “I don’t know about you fellows, but I don’t think anyone lost in this competition.” We all laughed, and I suggested that the winners should be our hosts for setting the scene for this evening. Everyone eagerly agreed and our host wife sat up on the table and suggested we all migrate back to the living room and open the last 2 bottles of wine.

We each helped our wives up from the table and then our host husband said “Ladies First” which prompted a laughter from everyone. His wife hugged him and said “we all know you just want to check us out” at which point all the husbands almost in unison said absolutely. The wives lined up in a row, their front sides glowing form the body paint, then turned around to walk into the living room. Each of them was wearing a thong that was glowing in the blacklight, helping to outline the curves of each woman’s ass as they each made sure to walk slowly and seductively to the living area. Given how nice of an evening it was, the host suggested we sit on the terrace with the fireplace. The terrace and suite are higher than the rest of the hotel and centered in the middle of the property, so it actually offers a lot of privacy. The hotel has several throw blankets by the doors leading outside so the wives each grab a blanket and sit down by the fireplace. The husbands refill everyone’s wine glasses and then sit down next to each of their wives. The wives snuggle up to their husbands, wrapped up in the blankets, masks gone, and everyone raises a glass to toast the evening.

The couple from Dallas asks what everyone thought about the body painting. Everyone chimed in with their comments, ranging from what a cool. new experience that was to how exhilarating and erotic they felt. The guys all agreed how incredibly sexy all the wives looked and how we each had to focus on what we were doing to not ravage the women then and there. It is at this point that my wife nuzzles in, kisses me a couple of times on my neck, then asks how hard did I have to focus? I looked at her and said that watching her and everything that was going on made everything hard. My wife slides her hand down to my crotch, which is covered by the blanket, devilishly smiling at me checking to see if I am still erect. Almost on cue my erection is back in full force at which point she lets out a slight moan, reaches up to kiss me, then whispers in my ear that she needs to fuck me now and it’s time to get her back to our room. I look around and realize there is a lot of touching going on under the blankets for each couple, lovers whispering to each other or slowly kissing each other. Up until this point, I had my wine glass in my right hand while I had my left hand under the blanket resting on my wife’s ass since she is curled up next to me. I move my glass to my left hand, slide my right hand down under the blanket and run it across the front of her womanhood. She moans and to my delight she is incredibly wet. We make deep eye contact and I say it’s definitely time to get you back to our room.

Just as I was about to get up and politely say goodnight to everyone, the host wife looks at her husband and says, “I can’t take it anymore” and immediately unzips her husband’s pants and readjusts to take him in her mouth. Her husband leans his head back and moans in delight as his wife is almost frantically working on his shaft. I glance around the room to see the reaction of the other couples, which no one seems to be phased. Everyone is watching our host couple taking her husband’s cock in and out of her mouth while still touching and fondling their own spouse. The wife of the other couple from Nashville slides on top of her husband’s lap, letting her blanket slide down so that her body is now exposed. Mandy and I are both watching her husband slide his hands down around her hips and onto her ass as she is grinding in a circular motion on him. We look over at the couple from Dallas, who is also intently watching the other two couples and clearly getting aroused from everything. The wife stands up, turns around and then sits down on her husband’s lap to give him a lap dance. She leans her head back so that her husband can whisper into her ear, his hands sliding down across her breasts and down onto her thighs with on hand sliding under the front of her thong moving into a circular motion.

Mandy turns back to kiss me and after about a minute I slowly kiss her on her neck up to her ear and whisper I think I would be fun to stay if you are good with that? She looks at me with agreement then kisses me deeply for another minute. I am a little obsessed with oral sex on my wife, so the thought of doing this in this setting is a huge turn on to me. I slide down off the couch onto the floor and position Mandy so her legs on either side of me. I pull her thong to one side and move in, licking up her wetness onto her clit. She lets out a fairly audible “Oh my God” that just blended in with the chorus of moaning and talking occurring with the other three couples. I slide both my hands up to grab her ass while I am running my tongue in and out of her womanhood, moving up to circling around her clit. I slide one of my hands from her ass so I can move a finger inside of her and massage her G-spot at the same time. Just as I her the host husband tell his wife he is about to cum, Mandy slides her hands down around my head and I hear her breathlessly say “fuck baby I’m about to cum. Please don’t stop.” Within seconds I feel her body tense up, her hands drop from my face to grip the couch and I feel her release onto me.

I keep working on her for another minute, which at that point she is usually too sensitive for me to keep going. I slowly kiss her stomach on my way up to her neck, then cuddle up next to her to look around the room and survey what this voyeurs delight has served up. Our host couple has repositioned, the husband now lying down on the couch and his wife is straddling his face, his hands firmly on her hips helping guide her wetness so he can easily taste all of her. The other Nashville couple is clearly fucking each other, as her thong is pulled to the side, her hands on the back of the loveseat, pushing down for leverage with every stroke on his cock. The Dallas couple has moved so that the wife is on her knees in the chair, her hands holding onto the top while her husband is behind thrusting in and out of her.

I whisper to Mandy I need in her now, to which she looks at me and asks me how do I want to take her? I move so I am sitting on the couch and tell her to stand up, turn around and put me in you so I can watch your ass bounce on me while also watching the other couples in the room. Mandy gives me her devilish “mmmm” in agreement, gets up, turns around, pulls her thong to the side and slowly sits down on my lap. I have already unzipped and dropped my pants so I can feel her skin next to mine. She sits down on me between my legs, sliding her hand underneath so she can hold my erection against her wetness while she slowly slides her ass up and down me. After about a minute, she stops so she can position my erection and slides me inside of her.

Mandy leans forward and starts bouncing up and down on my manhood, my hands desperately trying to grab her ass and control her thrusting. I have always loved both the feel of this as well as watching her in this position, Having the ability to move my eyes from her ass riding me to watching three other couples each having sex is insanely erotic. Listening to the sounds of everything, from Mandy’s skin on mine, to the slapping of skin from the couple having Doggie style sex across from us to the moans and grunts of the other couples having sex next to us, is almost mind blowing. I ask Mandy to slow down, pull her back next to me so I can kiss her neck and softly talk in her ear. I ask if she is watching the other couples and she gazes deeply at my eyes and says yes. I ask her if she is enjoying it and she turns her head to passionately kiss me for about 30 seconds, then resumes her deep gaze and asks me “can’t you tell?” Knowing she is as turned on by all of this as I am has me close to the edge but I don’t want to the first husband out of the game. Thankfully I hear the husband from Dallas telling his wife he is about to cum all over her ass. Both Mandy and I want to watch this and within seconds he says he is cuming and then pulls out seemingly halfway and covers his wife’s ass in his ecstasy.

I whisper into Mandy’s ear to ask her where she wants me to cum? She leans back, nibbles on my ear and then says, “I really want to feel you all over my ass.” I lean Mandy forward and she resumes riding me, her intensity picking up with every movement. I slide my hands around her hips, squeezing tightly with one hand while lightly spanking her on the other side. Probably within a few minutes I am ready to shower her, so I tell her I am about to cum. She looks back and says “only on my ass” so I pull out and place my erection between her ass cheeks. Mandy reaches her hand back so she can keep me firmly between her ass as she continues to slide up and down on me. As I feel myself releasing all over her, I squeeze her ass cheeks, so she is tight around my cock. I am cuming all up and down her ass now at this point, my body being completely taken over by the sensations of everything. Mandy leans back onto me so she can kiss me. We get lost kissing each other for the next few minutes until we remember we are not alone in the room. We laugh as we remember this and look around the room. All the other couples are in their own stages of after sex ecstasy and everyone is alternating between smiling at their spouse while also smiling with approval at the other couples in the room.

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