The tray tables were stowed. Our seatbacks were in their upright positions. Excited butterflies in my stomach whipped up as the captain announced our final descent into Cancun. Were we really here? I could hardly wait. We landed, deplaned, and headed to grab our luggage – just a small bag, as it didn’t contain many articles of clothing. As we rode in the cab to the hotel, my heart raced. My husband reached for my hand and gave me a soft kiss on the cheek, looking at me with such lustful desire, that I could barely contain myself as we pulled in to the drive.
Night was beginning to fall upon us as we checked in. We decided to hurriedly change into dinner clothes and eat a quick bite at one of the hotel’s restaurants before the first night of festivities. I remember standing in the bathroom of our room, sliding into a gold dress that hugged every curve and barely covered my breasts. My husband came up behind me, held my hips in his hands, and whispered in my ear, “you look so damn sexy.” In that moment, I felt sexy. I wanted everyone to see just how this dress hardly held me in. We slipped downstairs to eat, but could scarcely focus on our meal, as beautifully clad guests walked through the lobby toward the outdoor patio area as the night began. The theme for the night was Lingerie, so our eyes were drawn to beautiful women draped in lacy negligees or tight-fitting corsets.
We rushed back to the room after dinner to dress for the fun. My husband had recently purchased me a black and red bra and panty set, with a mini corset and garters. Before heading downstairs again, I reached for my sheer black robe, as an extra layer of comfort. But as I looked in the mirror, a wave of confidence washed over me as I saw my reflection. Busty. Lacy. Seductive. I tossed the robe aside. We walked out of our room to the elevator doors together and took one last breath of anticipation before the night began.
A sea of people greeted us as we stepped out onto the patio area. Each couple more alluring than the next. Bodies swaying to the dance music. Drinks flowing among friends. Our senses were in overdrive taking in the scene. Before we could get our bearings, a beautiful woman with perfectly rounded breasts and a lean, smooth stomach, approached us. We chatted easily with her and soon her husband joined us. We quickly found ourselves discussing similar grounds with careers, kids, and a desire to keep the marital spark blazing. We danced and chatted throughout the evening with them and others. Finding other couples with whom we clicked and wanted to know more about.
Everyone there was respectful and sociable throughout the evening. Women would dance freely with me, allowing their hands to graze my body, to which I would do the same, feeling their sweet softness against my skin. It was a rush like I had never known. Men would approach me with a sense of welcomed ease to compliment my lingerie or my figure. It was the most unbelievable turn on for both my husband and myself – to have my body not only on display in public, but to have others, in no uncertain terms, discuss with my husband the long lines and curves of my body.
Toward the end of the night, one man whom I had seen earlier, came toward me. He was a towering man, with broad shoulders, a trim waist, and smooth, dark skin. He commented that he would love a dance, to which I obliged. Knowing my husband was watching, and enjoying, me dance with him, I moved my body closer with each beat of the music. Our skin rubbed together, my breasts barely reaching the upper part of his taut abdomen. My arms thrown over his neck, he reached down and picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and let him hold me close, my breasts inches from his mouth. To my great surprise, and pleasure, he began to kiss my neck and chest. Gently. Respectfully. Dangerously. I fell into it and allowed it all, knowing without even looking, that my husband was receiving the same pleasure I felt in that moment.
I could barely stand when he put me down and thanked me for the delicious dance. My husband and I raced back to our room with unabated passion for each other. Tearing off our clothes as we fell into the bed, we replayed the night over and over as he slid inside of me for hours. We finally found our way into sleep, but our dreams were filled with what the next few days would bring…
The next morning, we decided to hit the gym and get breakfast before heading out to the pool. We saw a few people from the night before, and everyone was just as friendly and jovial as the prior evening. By the time we changed into our swimsuits and made it to the pool, a crowd was forming for the day. Everyone wanted to be in the mix of music, mingling, and Mojitos. Most women were already topless, allowing the sun to warm up their awaiting breasts. Under my black crochet coverup, I had worn a bright orange string bikini top with a matching thong bottom. I glanced at my husband for one last spot of confidence, and with that, slowly pulled the string in the back, allowing my breasts to fall freely from the confines of the triangle top.
I had barely set my coverup and top on the lounge chair when we heard voices calling our names. It was one of the couples from the night before, ready to enjoy the day, and wanting to introduce us to others within a larger friend group they had formed there. We spent the afternoon chatting and laughing, finding comfort in knowing that everyone was here for the same reasons, but with slightly different flavors. Some liked to keep their relationship fresh by enjoying other couples join them. Other couples liked the idea of exhibition and being watched as they had fun between just the two of them. Still others enjoyed the aspect of watching the eroticism on display. But no one ever felt pressured to do what was outside of their comfort level, which was what made the experience so inviting.
From the start of that first day, my husband and myself hit it off with one couple in particular. They were easy-going and personable. Her body was that of a goddess. Toned but supple. Muscular legs leading up to a perky, inviting ass. He had also spent his fair share of time in the gym, as his chest and shoulders couldn’t deny. The four of us found ourselves to be inseparable for the rest of the trip, while still mingling and greatly enjoying the company of others. We would spend days together topless in the pool, the girls helping each other rub sun lotion in those hard-to-reach places. Afternoons were filled with care-free drinks in the hot tub, retelling fun moments from the day. Nights were met in restaurants, with the ladies dressed to the nines in sexy heels paired with backless dresses, low cut tops, or short skirts, allowing for easy access if a hand dared to explore under the table during dinner.
And of course, the evenings were booked with theme-filled dancing. Lingerie night. School girl night. White night. Glow night. Beginning each evening by wearing some kind of flirty skirt or top that matched the theme… only to take off said clothing to finish with dancing in nothing more than themed pasties and a well-placed G-string. Glow night was our last night on this trip. We had enjoyed each night before dancing and flirting with all our friends, but nothing physical had happened with any of them… yet.
We walked from our room to the patio for our last evening there. I was dressed in a neon yellow fishnet top with a bright white mini skirt. Matching neon tie die thong and pasties were ready for where the night would ultimately lead. We were met by our larger group of friends, and began our fun. We especially had fun dancing with the couple we had been flirting with all week. As the night progressed, I noticed that my husband had been pulled aside by the other husband on a few occasions where they appeared deep in conversation. I didn’t give it much thought, as I was enjoying being touched and caressed by delicate hands on the dance floor.
When my husband later brought me a drink, he whispered in my ear that the other couple wanted to end their last night with a bit of fun. Would I be up for a bit of fun with them? My heart pounded with desire. After all, the other husband had been dancing with me all night, allowing his hands to explore my hips and ass, pressing his hard manhood into my back as we enjoyed our moments on the dance floor. I nodded and whispered “yes” with excitement. The husbands had arranged to meet in the other couple’s room at the end of the night to see where things would go. Time could not go by fast enough for me.
As we said our goodbyes for the night to other friends, my husband took my hand, and led me not to our usual bank of elevators, but another way. A new direction we had yet to explore together. When we arrived, they were waiting for us. We openly discussed safety and limits for each couple, and decided that for that night, only touching between couples would occur. Knowing that a safety net was there for us felt comforting for our first time into this, and I allowed myself to fully indulge in delight as both of us ladies began to undress for the men. Their bodies betrayed any attempts for them to hide their arousal. She and I knew in that moment that we commanded them. They loved seeing us in this way. Fully exposed. Fully capable. Fully confident in our womanhood.
She and I approached the men, but not our own, and began to help them in their state of undress. I stood in front him, and as my fingers slipped into the waistband of his boxer briefs and tugged slowly downward, I was met with the most delicious sight. He was fully ready to enjoy what my hands could show him. I started slowly. Allowing him to savor each touch from each finger I placed on him. Sliding my fingers further around, I engulfed him fully in a strong grip. His moan of approval ignited a desire to take my time and enjoy every moment. As my hands picked up momentum, he reached out for me, discovering my sweet wetness that had started to drip with excitement. His fingers explored my womanhood, soft and smooth to the touch. My hands noticed his immediate reaction to this, as he became more rigid with each new finger slid into me.
Glancing at my husband, I could see him sitting in a chair, straddled by this beautiful creature who was tending to him so well. Her hands explored him. His hands explored her. They looked intoxicating to me. As his hand slid up her thigh to give her a firm squeeze, he and I locked eyes. We smiled. And we allowed ourselves to be swept away in the moments that lead to the gratifying pentacle of that shared night.
Once back in our room, we shared the most intimate session together. Finding each other again after we had enjoyed something with others brought a new sense of renewal, desire, and passion. He needed to reclaim my body. I needed him to show me that I was his. And we did. Deeply. Fervently. Not only did this night solidify in us the bond and connection needed to enjoy the pleasures that can be brought on by others, but it ignited a desire to fully allow these pleasures to occur when presented. Which we would allow yet again, soon enough…
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/rzshdo/chapter_4_how_a_sweet_sorority_girl_with_a_phd
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