Vacation Gets a Lot More Interesting

Enjoy a first person tale of a wife exploring the pleasures of being with another man while on vacation. Of course, her husband is on board and eager to be cuckolded in paradise.

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I swear, if it wasn’t for the all-inclusive nature of the Sandals resort we stayed at, I’m absolutely certain I wouldn’t have had sex with another man while my husband watched. I can’t imagine the thought ever would have entered my head, but halfway through our vacation I was on my back in our bed with another man inside me.

It started at the resort’s beach bar. They offered drinks and dancing and I’m pretty sure the whole point was to get people in the mood to have sex. The drinks were included – like I said, it was an all-inclusive resort – so I got a strawberry daiquiri and my husband got something with a whole lot of rum in it. We watched the other couples dance while downing enough liquid courage to get on the dance floor ourselves.

About halfway through my drink my husband leans in and mentions that there’s a guy that’s been staring at me the entire time we’ve been in the bar. I try my best to be casual as I check out the guy that’s been checking me out. When I see how good looking he is I flash a flirty smile without knowing what I’m doing. He smiles back and I feel this rush like I’m in college again and flirting with a cute boy.

I figured that’s as far as it would go, but the guy comes over. I have this moment of panic like I’ve done something terribly wrong and my husband is going to be mad at me for flirting. The guy is in front of us before I can gather my thoughts.

“Your wife is very beautiful,” he says to my husband. “Would you mind if I danced with her?”

“Not at all,” my husband says.

The guy offers his hand and I turn to my husband. He smiles and nods towards the dance floor. It’s vacation and I’ve got just enough alcohol in me to ignore any potential consequences, so I take the guy’s hand and he leads me into the crowd of people dancing.

He’s a good dancer. Like, a really good dancer. He dances in that seductive way some men – vanishingly few, in my experience – can dance. I can’t help but move my hips along with him. I smile when he tells me how beautiful I am. I feel desire when he reaches out and touches my hips. When he pulls me closer I offer no resistance. My husband sent me onto the dance floor, after all. He wouldn’t be upset that I’m actually dancing, would he?

Then he spins me around and I’m staring at my husband as I dance with another man. At first I feel a little nervous that I’m going to see anger on my husband’s face. I don’t, though. He looks, well, turned on. I know him well. I know that look.

“I think your husband likes that you’re dancing with me,” the handsome man whispers.

He moves my hair to one side, exposing my neck. He pulls my hips back and my ass presses into his crotch. He leans down and plants the softest kiss on that spot right between my neck and shoulder. My legs turn to jelly for a moment. What a kiss.

I look at my husband. All I see is arousal on his face and in his body language. I feel it too, though it’s not entirely clear which man I feel the desire for.

He spins me around and we dance. Feeling emboldened by my husband’s tacit approval, I press my body into his and put my arms around his neck. We move in sync as I feel more of that same desire.

I look up at him. He smiles at me. A new, slower song comes over the sound system. His hands move to my hips and we dance while staring into each other’s eyes. Eventually, I kiss him. I think of my husband watching as I open my mouth and welcome another man’s tongue for the first time since my first date with my husband. My whole body is alive with desire. I can feel his desire, too.

The song ends and he leans down and whispers, “You’re a wonderful dancer. Will you dance with me tomorrow night?”

“Yes,” I say.

He kisses my neck one more time and says, “Go to your husband. Give him what he craves. Take what you crave from him.” He steps back and melts into the crowd.

I turn and see my husband with that same wild look of desire in his eyes. I smile and walk towards him. Instead of saying anything I kiss him as I take his hand. I pull him towards the dance floor with our lips locked together. We move to the music as we kiss. If he had any concerns over me kissing another man, they’ve disappeared. I can feel his desire. I can feel mine, too.

Not long after, we got back to the room. Neither of us mentions the other man, but I’m thinking about him and I’m pretty sure my husband is too as we have sex. I say that because it’s really, really good sex. It’s better than the sex we’ve had in recent years. It’s passionate and heated and vigorous and my orgasm is out of this world. Based on the noises my husband makes, his orgasm is exceptional too.

We don’t speak about the other man in the aftermath of our orgasms. Instead, we cuddle in the bed. I run my hands through his chest hair and listen to his heart beating hard and he runs his hands down my back, occasionally caressing my bottom in a way I find quite pleasing.

The next day we’re both more affectionate, though we don’t mention the man at the bar. He touches me more often and with greater sensuality. We kiss more often throughout the day. We both feel desire – his is always obvious, of course. I give him a little treat and play with his cock as we’re swimming, but we don’t go back to the room to have sex. I don’t want to. I want to wait to see what happens that night at the bar.

It isn’t until after dinner that my husband mentions the bar. He asks if I want to go back. I tell him I do. Neither of us mentions my friend from the night before, though I’m certain we’re both thinking of him.

We arrive at the bar at the same time. We order drinks. We’re both looking around the bar and trying not to be obvious about it. Our first drinks are finished by the time my new friend appears. He smiles at me. He moves towards us with purpose.

He nods at my husband and sits next to me. He tells me he’s been thinking about me all day. I glance at my husband and tell my friend I’ve been thinking about him too.

His hand moves to my knee and his fingers deftly work their way under my dress and up my thigh. He stops halfway to my crotch and every inch of my skin feels like it’s alive with pleasure. He leans closer and tells me I’m the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. Even though it’s almost certainly not true, I believe him.

He looks past me and at my husband. “Is she not the most beautiful woman in the world?” he asks.

“She is,” my husband agrees.

He leans closer and for a moment I’m certain he’s going to kiss me with my husband sitting just a few feet away. Instead, he smiles, takes my hand, and pulls me to the dance floor. I feel like I’m floating on a cloud as our bodies move together. I’m riding a little bit of a buzz from my drink, but it’s the desire that’s truly potent. I can feel it everywhere, through every inch of my body.

His hands move freely over my body, though he’s not being lewd. We’re in public, after all. He teases with his touch, coming just short of grabbing my butt and openly groping my breasts as his fingers move around every erogenous zone he can get to.

Over and over he leans in like he’s going to kiss me and pulls away at the last second. He’s teasing me. He’s trying to make me desperate. It’s working. Each time I feel my need for him grow. Each time he pulls away I want him a little more. I glance at my husband a few times and it seems that he feels the same way.

We dance for a handful of songs before he takes me back to the bar. He orders a round of drinks. He toasts to my exquisite beauty. We drink and he leans in. This time he kisses me. I put my drink on the bar and reach up. My hand finds its way to the back of his neck as my lips part. I’m desperate for him in a way I haven’t felt in a long time. I know my husband is watching from just a few feet away and it seems that he’s just fine with me sharing eager kisses with my new friend.

We talk, kiss, and finish our drink at the bar. My husband is a spectator throughout. My new friend takes my hand and I think he’s going to lead me back to the dance floor. He doesn’t, though. Instead, he leads me right out of the bar and towards the beach. My husband remains on his seat at the bar.

We walk down the stone path and onto the beach. The moon lights our way as he takes me to a clustered stand of palm trees. He stops and I lean against one of the trees as he kisses me. He lifts the bottom of my dress and pushes his fingers into my panties. I make no effort to stop him. He runs his fingers over my labia, discovers my wetness, and gently penetrates me. He gathers my wetness and uses it to lubricate his fingers and my clit. He plays with me until I’m moaning into his mouth as an intense orgasm overwhelms me. For a few moments I’m incapable of thought or movement. All I can do is hope I don’t collapse into the sand as my legs shake and my toes curl.

He pulls his fingers from my panties and I grab his wrist. I lift his hand to my lips and take his fingers into my mouth. I hold his gaze as I suck them clean. It’s the first time I’ve ever done that and it thrills me, especially because it seems to bring him such pleasure.

I reach for his crotch but he steps away. I tell him I want to make him feel good like he made me feel good. He tells me to go to my husband. He tells me he’ll be at the bar tomorrow night. He tells me to meet him once again. Then he walks off down the beach as I lean against the tree and contemplate how disappointed I am that I didn’t get to make a stranger cum on a beach. My thoughts turn to the next night, to the pleasures it might hold.

I go back to the bar. My husband is still sitting on the stool. He looks a little sad, but he perks up when he sees me. I wonder if he can tell that I’ve just had an orgasm. I join him at the bar. I ask the bartender for the bill, we pay, and I take my husband back to the hotel room.

He asks where my new friend took me. I take my husband’s clothes off as I tell him everything. I stroke him until his heavy breathing makes it obvious he’s getting close. I push him into the bed and straddle him. I take him inside me. We kiss as I ride him. He lasts long enough for us both to orgasm. I’m thinking of my new friend as my husband cums inside me. I suspect he’s thinking the same thing.

We kiss as I remain on top. I tell my husband that my new friend wants to see me again the next night. He tells me he wants the same thing. We cuddle and then shower together. He’s hard again by the time our shower is over. I take him back to the bed and we make love, this time for far longer. We both orgasm and I can’t help but think about what my new friend has in store for our next night at the bar.

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As it turned out, I didn’t have to wait until the next night to see my new friend again. Instead, he found me in one of the resort’s hot tubs.

My husband isn’t a big fan of hot tubs – he overheats quickly – so he’s sitting in one of the two lounge chairs they’ve set out by the hot tub. The area is small and secluded and seems like it’s built for romance, much like the rest of the resort. I’m in the hot tub with a drink resting on the tiled edge, though most of the rum is already in my stomach. I’m warm, I’m relaxed, and I’m a little bit buzzed.

I see someone walking up the path with a towel slung over his shoulder. The sun is behind him and it obscures his face. It’s not until he gets closer that I see that it’s my new friend. My husband looks up from his phone and watches in silence as my new friend kicks off his sandals, pulls off his shirt, drops his towel on the lounge chair and slips into the water.

I think of the night before as he moves next to me. I think of his fingers in my panties. I think of the orgasm I had and the way my body shook. I think of the sex my husband and I had afterwards.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he says as our bodies touch under the water. “I couldn’t wait until tonight. I had to see you again.”

I want him. My body wants him. The encounters I’ve had with my husband the past two nights make me think he wants me to want my new friend. I lean in and kiss him. He kisses me back. It’s intense. It’s sexy. My desire is immediate. I moan as our tongues entwine.

I straddle him in the hot tub. I move my hips like he’s already inside me, like we’re fucking in the water. I feel him get hard as we kiss. I feel his desire for me. It deepens my own. I want him. I need him. I crave him.

“I want you,” I say to him. I don’t consider that I’m in public or that my husband is just a few feet away. I want him. My desire is all I can think about.

His hand moves under the water and into my bikini bottoms. His fingers find my clit and he pleasures me like he did the night before. I moan immediately. I’m not sure why, but it feels better when he touches me. It’s like my body is more receptive to pleasure when he’s the one delivering it. We kiss as he continues to drive me mad with desire. I wonder if what he really likes is teasing me and making me desperate for him.

I arch my back and pull aside my bikini top, exposing one of my breasts. He leans forward and takes my nipple into his mouth. My pleasure intensifies as his tongue moves over my flesh. I moan and I’m quite certain it’s too loud. I can’t help it, though.

“Please,” I say, though I’m not sure what I’m asking for. Do I want him to fuck me? Do I want him to make me cum? My mind is so foggy with desire that I can’t think clearly.

He pulls his fingers from my bikini bottoms, releases my nipple from the grasp of his lips, and gently spins me around in the water. I sit in his lap once more and look at my husband, who has a look of wonder on his face.

My new friend reaches into my bikini bottoms once more. His fingers find my clit again. I moan again. The pleasure must be visible on my face. My new friend reaches into my bikini top. His touch is skillful. He is clearly a man with a great deal of experience in making women feel good. I am putty in his hands. I feel his erection pressing into my ass. He wants me. His desire deepens my arousal.

My husband looks enraptured. He’s watching another man pleasure me and it seems like he couldn’t be happier. It makes me feel free to completely give myself over to my new friend.

“Tell your husband you want me,” he whispers before kissing my neck.

I look at my husband and moan as I feel my body nearing an orgasm. “I want him,” I say. “I need him.”

My husband doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t have to. I can see the arousal all over his face. It’s almost like he’s vibrating with desire. I suspect he’d enjoy masturbating to what’s unfolding in front of him, but he has the good sense to keep himself in his swimsuit.

My new friend makes me cum in the hot tub. He expertly works my clit and my breasts with his fingers and I have a beautiful orgasm. It feels like it goes on forever and the pleasure ricochets from head to toe. I feel a sense of complete relaxation and joy as it comes to an end. He wraps his arms around me and holds me tight as his erection continues to press into my ass.

He lifts me off his lap and I reach between his legs. I find his cock. I wrap my fingers around it and stroke him through his swimsuit. I want to make him feel good. I’m desperate to show him the pleasure he’s shown me over the past few days.

He reaches down and lifts my hand from his cock. He smiles and says, “I’ll see you tonight.”

He steps out of the hot tub and his swimsuit clings to his crotch. I get a glimpse of the outline of his cock before he turns away from me and grabs his towel. He’s as large as he felt in my hand. I’m disappointed that he’s walking away, but now I have something to look forward to for the rest of the day.

After my new friend walks away, I get out of the hot tub and take my husband back to our room. I consider having sex with him but decide that I want to save myself in case my new friend wants to fuck me later that night. I give my husband a handjob instead. He cums quickly as we talk about him watching me in the hot tub.

My new friend is at the bar when we arrive that night. I sit next to him and my husband sits next to me. Feeling confident, I kiss him and reach down to caress his leg. I want to make him desire me. I want to make him feel like he’s made me feel the past few nights. I want him to want me.

He orders drinks. We flirt and talk and kiss as we enjoy them. My husband sits and watches. He doesn’t interject. I glance at him from time to time. Once again he seems enraptured. He likes that I’ve gotten completely caught up in my desire for another man. I don’t question it. I embrace it. It’s vacation, after all.

We finish our drinks and my new friend takes me to the dance floor. We join the other couples but it feels like we’re alone. He’s the only one I can see. Our bodies move together, like we’ve known each other for years. He touches me like he did that first night. My desire is deeper, though. I know what he offers. I know how he can make me feel. Every time he touches me I want more of it. I crave him like I’ve never craved anyone.

We kiss like we’re on our honeymoon. I feel his desire when he presses his body against mine. He wants me. I know he wants me. I need him. I need him to take me, to make love to me. I need to be with him.

“I want you,” I whisper after a kiss. “I want you to have me, to take me, to make love to me.”

He takes my hand and we depart the dance floor and the bar. I glance at my husband and smile. He remains in his seat.

My new friend takes me to his room. He has a bungalow that overlooks the ocean. He opens the door facing the water and I can hear the waves lapping at the shore as he moves behind me and loosens the straps of my sundress. I look out at the moonlit ocean as my dress falls to the floor. I’m not wearing anything underneath.

He remains behind me and kisses my neck as his hands move over my body. His fingers find my wetness and I moan as he penetrates me. My hands remain at my sides as I surrender to my desire for my new friend. I give my body to him. I want him to do as he desires for I’m confident that what he desires most of all is my pleasure.

He gently spins me around and we kiss as I unbutton his shirt. He pulls it off and it falls to the floor as my fingers move over his muscular chest, down his stomach, and between his legs. I unbutton his shorts. They fall to the floor. I slide his underwear down. I wrap my fingers around his cock. It feels so good to touch him. He moans for me. I feel intense excitement as the head of his cock probes between my legs as we kiss. His flesh touches my clit and my body wobbles as I feel a sudden need to have him inside me.

He picks me up as if I’m weightless, surprising me with his strength. He takes me to the bed and lays me on the soft white sheets. I wrap my legs around him as we kiss. I feel the head of his cock probing my pussy lips. He backs away and reaches for the nightstand. I tell him I’m on birth control and that as long as he’s clean he doesn’t have to use a condom. He smiles and comes back to me. Our lips meet. Our tongues entwine. He plays with my breasts as I reach down and stroke his cock. I rub the head over my pussy lips. I bathe him in my juices. He moans into my mouth.

He slips inside me. He fills me slowly. The sensations of pleasure are exquisite. They emanate from my pelvis and fill my body. I tingle from head to toe in the most intensely satisfying way imaginable. He kisses my neck as he slides in and out of me. I wrap my arms around him and hold him close. I want to feel his body on top of mine. I want as much contact as possible as he makes love to me.

The sex is slow and sensual. He draws it out, letting me indulge in the pleasure of having a new man inside me. The days of build-up pay off. The sex is so much better than I dreamed it would be.

We cum together. My orgasm is intense and overwhelmingly satisfying. Again I’m thankful for the days of teasing and desire. The noises he makes while cumming inside me indicate that he too has enjoyed a thoroughly satisfying climax.

He asks me to spend the night. I text my husband to say that I’ll be with my new friend until the morning. He supports my decision. We decouple and move to the deck of his bungalow. He pulls the room’s couch out for us to sit on. We cuddle up. We talk a little. We kiss a lot. Eventually I end up in his lap. We make love again. He cums inside me again.

We make our way to the bed not long after. I fall asleep in his arms. I wake up to the sounds of the ocean, the sun’s light spilling through the still-open doors, and the feeling of his erection against my ass.

He wakes up as I’m gently rubbing my backside against him. He kisses my neck and his hands move over my body. He touches me in all the right places. His cock finds its way to my pussy. He slides inside me. We make love in the spoon position. He cums inside me while rubbing my clit. I climax moments after him. He remains inside me until he goes soft.

I bid him goodbye not long after. I go back to my husband. I wake him up with my mouth. I tell him my new friend climaxed inside me not long ago. He asks me to straddle him and take him inside me. We make love. It’s messy in the most beautiful way imaginable. He cums quickly. He tells me it’s the best orgasm he’s ever had.

I spend the remaining three nights of our vacation with my new friend. We make love multiple times each night. My husband enjoys me again each morning. Each orgasm seems better than the last.

We fly home happier than when we arrived. We discuss returning to Sandals in a year. My new friend will be there. We will meet again. We will surrender to our desires for each other. We will have a beautiful vacation.