There’s something about the morning sun in Cabo. It’s brighter. More beautiful. When it calls you to start the day, you respond without hesitation. Being the first ones up that morning, my husband and I decided to sit on our balcony for coffee as to not disturb our friends just yet. From our vantage point, we could see the ocean in the distance, the waves dancing in the early light. The soft breeze swept through the foliage surrounding us and carried the fragrance of the blossoming flowers with it. A perfect morning, indeed.
Sitting with my coffee, I could feel the heady stare of my husband on me. It hadn’t escaped me that my breasts were barely covered by my night shirt. Nor that my legs were bare, with the exception of my panties. He slid over to me on the bench that looked out over the pool and began to kiss along my collarbone. Hearing a splash below, it was then that we noticed a pool boy had come to clean and skim the water for the day. He hadn’t seen us on the balcony as he was focused on his tasks. Glancing at my husband with a sly grin, we leaned into one another and continued the kiss he started.
His hand traveled up my thigh and traced along the sides of my lacy panties, willing them off. I smiled against his lips and helped him slip my panties down over my knees and to the tile floor. Spreading my legs, my husband dipped his head low and trailed his tongue along my slit, pausing once to gesture for me to stay quiet in my pleasure. I bit my lip as he buried his mouth into me, licking hard against my clit until I swelled against his tongue. My hard nipples pressed through my thin shirt. A public display of private eroticism. A low whimper escaped my lips as I came in my husband’s mouth.
Just as I caught my breath, he stood and reached for me to come to him. Removing his shorts, he turned me toward the railing and bent me at the waist. I felt my husband’s hardness behind me and with one swift thrust he plunged into my deep wetness. I watched the slow movement of the pool brush from the cabana boy’s hands as I felt my husband’s thick cock slide in and out of me. Slowly. Silently. Careful to not make a sound, lest we be discovered.
I closed my eyes as I felt myself begin to tighten. My husband was rigid in me when he bent over and whispered in my ear that he was going to cum in me. That was all it took. I exhaled and felt a warm release from within as I came with him. My wetness dripped down the inside of my thighs as he pulled out of me. We shared a silent smile over our escapade before grabbing our clothes and returning indoors to clean up for the day.
We had an excursion planned with our friends that morning, where we would take a boat ride to a neighboring beach to snorkel and have a picnic lunch. I selected a blue bikini for the trip as it complemented my skin tone, and we all enjoyed a quick dip in the pool before heading out to catch the boat. The afternoon was perfect. Fruity drinks flowed on the boat ride. Colorful fish encircled us as we snorkeled. Cool waves splashed our toes as we walked along the beach.
There were lounge chairs set up in the sand where we all enjoyed the salt air and warm rays. The six of us laughed and talked through the afternoon, and I couldn’t help but feel Eric’s attention on me as he spoke. I didn’t mind. But I did wonder whether his new wife, Kelly, would. So, I pretended not to notice and kept my attention on our other friends there with us. Before long, it was time to return back to the house.
We all cleaned up, and after dinner we decided to take the golf carts out to explore a bit. We made our way down the road until we found ourselves at the golf course. We got out of the carts and walked up on the freshly manicured green. It was late, making it difficult to see too far ahead, but we knew the hole we were on backed up to the ocean. The sound of the waves crashing was almost deafening in the dark. Looking up at the sky, we were mesmerized by how bright the stars shone. It was peaceful and serene.
The perfect place for a quick tease, apparently, as I felt my husband’s hand slip in my dress and cup my bare breast underneath. Knowing that the others most likely couldn’t see us made me giggle a bit. He rolled my nipple between his fingers and kissed my earlobe from behind. His scruff from the day tickled and tormented simultaneously. I needed to feel his hands and mouth elsewhere on my body.
Sensing it was time to go, we all made our way back to the golf carts and headed to the house. The third couple with us said their goodnights when we returned and went off to their room for the evening. Likewise, Kelly was tired and ready for bed herself, leaving us alone with Eric. The three of us made ourselves another round of drinks and sat in the living room chatting and laughing a bit longer.
The conversation was casual, but bordered on flirty at times. There was something unspoken between Eric and myself, likely carried over from our prior dating history. Something my husband and I had talked about many times as we fantasized about my Hotpast together. But also something that could not be acted upon now that he was married.
As we brought the evening to a close, we stood to say goodnight. Eric reached out for a hug and pulled me close as his arms slipped around me. He rested his face against my neck and I felt his warm breath brushing against my hair. The hug lingered as time seemed to stand still. When Eric pulled away and headed to his room, I couldn’t help by wonder what could have been after that moment had he still been single.
My husband wondered that as well. As we made our way back into our room, we began to talk about the hug Eric had given me. The way his hands hovered just above my ass. The way his mouth was inches from my neck. My husband and I were both aroused by the thought of another man’s hands on me and we lost ourselves in the moment, undressing each other slowly.
As our clothes dropped to the floor, we decided to forgo the bed and instead made our way to the balcony once again. The lounge chair had soft cushions and was the perfect height and width to host lovers for some fun. My husband laid on the bench and I straddled him, resting myself on his thighs and taking his cock in my hands. Stroking him, I smiled as he stiffened to a rigid hardness. My own body responded with a pulse of excitement and anticipation.
Leaning forward, I slid my wetness the length of him, throbbing as he twitched under me. As I teased him with my movements, he commented how he loved to watch me flirt and arouse other men. This was not new, but what came next did surprise me. Taking my hips in his hands, he guided me down on his shaft. My pussy dripping over him as he filled me. It was then that he said he wanted me to explore on my own. To have adventures and escapades to recount to him. To see what it would be like to be a Hotwife.
I wasn’t sure how to respond at first, as all our exploration had been done together up to this point. Was this something I could do? Would I be comfortable alone with another man? I wasn’t quite sure just yet. But as my husband filled me from the inside, his reassuring words let me know that I would be supported to take things as far as I felt comfortable, if and when I found a man to enjoy in this manner.
Pulling me into him, my husband kissed me deeply. His arms wrapped around my waist as I raised and lowered myself on him. I felt empowered and erotic having this new sense of freedom to explore and I began to ride him harder. His hands dug into my hips and I squealed in delight when he gave me a spank on the ass.
I raised up just enough for my breasts to hang over his mouth. He knew what I wanted and squeezed them together, taking each nipple in his mouth, one after the other. His tongue massaged and swirled around my taut skin, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. My pussy throbbed as I continued to slap against his cock, the distinct sound of wetness piercing the quiet of the night.
My husband’s breathing quickened between my breasts and I felt my core begin to tighten. My body shook as I climaxed over him. “Cum with me,” I panted. He replied with a deep grunt and pulled my hips down to him. I could feel him pulse with every rope he released into me.
It was in that moment I realized that I just might want to feel the rush of being a Hotwife. To find pleasure from another man. To discover what it means to be reclaimed afterwards. Falling asleep that night, we were both delighted by this new revelation, not realizing that soon enough we would enjoy our first taste of it.
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