Passion in Paradise

Tammy held my hand as we walked south towards Puerto Vallarta, wading about calf high in the ocean. I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement, feeling myself beginning to harden. I took every chance I could to glance at her heavy melons and hard nipples. Her breasts were less tanned than the rest of her, but close to the final stages of an all-over tan, due to her always going topless. It was very weird how at ease she made me feel.

At first we didn't say very much, just held each other's hand very tight, sipped at our beers, and walked mostly in silence. It wasn't long though before Tammy's true personality kicked in however, and she started peppering me with questions. She was very interested in how I felt about 'swapping;" and even more so about what types of sexual things Serena and I enjoyed. I was as candid as I dared but did hold some things back, as I was still trying to find my feet and not wanting to betray any confidences with Serena.

I explained to Tammy how Serena and I had found a second sexual life in recent months, as well as the toys we had back home; and how we used them. Most of this was a rehash of our drunken conversation at the pool the day before. I actually caught her off guard when I told her about our strap-on and how we had recently found the joys of 'pegging,' something she was unfamiliar with. The mention of 'pegging' began a whole new series of questions from her. She was definitely intrigued by the idea of it. She told me how she thought she was pretty much aware of all things sexual, but that this wasn't something she ever even imagined was a thing. I in turn explained the joys of the 'prostrate' and how it was one of the man's most erogenous zones.

While Tammy and I went one way, Tom and Serena had headed in the opposite direction, going north towards Bucerias, also hand in hand, wading through the water. Serena was a bit doe eyed, her mind wandering every which way about the situation at hand, never imagining the mousey country girl in her would be involved in such a daring adventure. She found Tom very attractive, with his darkly tanned body, and the somewhat thick coat of hair on his chest, something I didn't have. She even thought his little tummy paunch was sexy. He was obviously a very healthy man, in excellent shape for his age, and walked with the gate of an ex-athlete. It was also very apparent to Serena that he was very into her -- something she hadn't experienced in another man since before our marriage over thirty-five years ago.

About three-hundred yards down the beach, Tom took the beer from Serena's hand and made his way back to the sand, twisting both of their bottles into the soft surface, so as to store them there while they enjoyed the water and themselves. Tom took Serena's hand once again, and started moving further into the water, not letting go of his grip, dragging her in deeper with him. When the water was just above Serena's breasts, Tom whirled her around and planted a long, deep French kiss on her mouth, rotating between slips of his tongue and nibbles on her lips. She was blown away, not knowing if it was the suddenness of his advance or the wonderful lightness of his touch. Like any other man, Tom's hands seemed to work in unison with his mouth, as he caressed Serena all-over, arousing her deeply. They necked madly for a good ten minutes, Serena eventually dropping her guard and caressing Tom with wanton abandon. Between a pair of hard nipples and a bulging cock, the two of them were definitely into enjoying each other very much.

Walking in the other direction, Tammy spotted a location she had obviously pre-scouted for just this occasion, and pulled me excitedly back onto the beach, behind an old abandoned security kiosk that corned our resort and the neighbouring one. Surprisingly, just yards from the hundreds of people on the beach, we were completely hidden from all angles, with the strategic placing of the kiosk, foliage and fencing. She had done her homework very well to find the perfect spot for a very private encounter. Safely in place, her natural inclinations came out as she became very aggressive, pulling me into her tight embrace, peppering me with deep, passionate kisses and searching hands. She simply radiated an aura of animal sexuality, backing it up with a lip lock I couldn't repel even if I had wanted to.

Tammy lifted one of her heavy breasts up towards my mouth, knowing how much I had been staring at them over the last two days, she invited me to suck and touch it. Who was I to say no to such an invitation? I had never been into big tits but hers were just calling to me, with the combination of their size, the perkiness of her nipples and the colour of her tan. I lost myself in this new world she presented.

It didn't take long for her to return to her own aggressive demeanour, her hands finding my swollen member, rubbing it vigorously through my swimsuit. Eventually she slid the intrusive garment down far enough to free my cock from its encasement, allowing it to bounce upwards upon release. Her hands guided me to lie down on my back, as she pounced with her eager mouth, taking the full length of me in one easy swallow.

Unlike Serena, Tammy seemed to have no gag reflex, able to take me deep into her mouth without any difficulty, sucking with the strength of a vacuum. Her hands forced my legs as far wide apart as they would spread, allowing her to take me deeper and deeper with each downward plunge. All I could do is grunt and moan, my hands holding her head in approval. Each time she went up and down on my cock, she added a little swirl on its head, and then dove down even deeper than the previous thrust. I tried my best not to cum too quickly but I don't think I lasted even a minute. Tammy swallowed my load whole, never gagging once, seeming to love the taste of my sex juice. Her task complete, she simply looked up at me with a greedy, sated smile! "I love uncircumcised cocks, especially ones as nice as yours, Bear. That was wonderful. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did?"

I literally stuttered with pleasure, "Wwha.....what.....what's not to like! Wow....wow, is all I can say! That was wonderful!"

"I'm so glad, Hon," she squealed. "Hopefully, your wife is enjoying herself just as much as we are."

"Oh, God, I hope so," I responded, not really sure what Serena might be experiencing at that very moment. I did feel confident that Tom was a gentleman and wouldn't go too far if Serena wasn't up for it.

Back in the other direction, hidden from view by the water's surface, Tom had worked his hand down to Serena's sopping crotch, working her with an experienced, skilled hand, while his other hand caressed one of her hard nipples; and his mouth nibbled on her neck and ears. Tom was as hard as a bull but seemed totally into pleasing Serena, rather than focusing on his own need for relief. Eventually, he slid her bathing suit to one side of her hungry snatch, inserting two fingers deep inside her; his thumb working her clit with the accuracy and gentleness of a seasoned pro. Serena was able to last closer to two minutes, doubling the time I was able to go, before heaving in a tidal wave style orgasm. It took her a full two minutes more to climb down from her sexual explosion, forcing her to breathe deeply into Tom's welcoming chest. Tom just had a huge grin on his face, knowing he had broken down her barriers and that she was now putty in his hands.

Eventually, all four of us met back at the beach chairs, this time Tammy and Serena offering to grab some drinks, likely an equal opportunity to freshen up and use the bathroom. Everyone seemed very content and satisfied. I honestly don't know how either Tom or Tammy could seem so composed, considering their needs hadn't been taken care of, although I didn't know that of him at the time. I could only imagine that they were both bursting with the need for the same type of relief Serena and I had experienced. Only later would Serena and I learn that this hot couple knew how to pace themselves and heighten their own level of excitement. We ended up spending a normal, relaxing day at the beach, almost as if nothing had taken place between us.

A couple of hours later, Tammy let us know that she had arranged a dinner reservation for the four of us, saying, "We hope you aren't offended by our presumptuousness in doing so."

Baron or Serena should have said something to this or nodded their heads. Because it went from Tammy telling them about the reservation, to thinking that everything was ok.

"Good. Then it's all set. Dinner at seven. The four of us," she sighed, knowing that she and Tom had accomplished their task of breaking down the barriers in gaining the confidence of a new virgin couple. She seemed very pleased with herself for the rest of the afternoon. All Serena and I could do was share knowing, silent glances, not wanting to speak about our experiences in front of the other couple.

We ended up staying on the beach until around 4:00 pm, making arrangements to meet up at the Barracuda Bar for pre-dinner drinks around 6:30 pm, before heading back to our respective rooms. We had a good two and a half hours to rest and clean up before we would be getting back together with the Kelowna couple. Back in our room, Serena and I showered together enjoying the awesome rainforest style spray of the double shower heads, doing our best to remove all the sand and sweat of the day. Surprisingly, we really didn't say a whole lot. We just shared a delightfully silent form of telepathy between us that was simply saying, "holy shit, are we really doing this," and "how damn good if felt."

We never were able to lay down for our usual afternoon nap, and instead spent a long time out on the balcony taking in the beautiful ocean views of the Bahia de Banderas, drinking cold cervezas from our room fridge. Both, Serena and I, were very pleased with ourselves for our brazen tipping of the desk clerk when we registered, with a sweet $50.00 American bill, which gave us an upgrade to an ocean view room. We would have added one more fifty, but the first one sealed the deal. Both of us tried to read as we sat on the balcony, neither of us successful, as we both continued to read the same sentences over and over again. We obviously had other things on our minds. A certain unspoken sexual tension hung in the air between us, but it was a good type of tension that came with happy smiles.

Soon enough it was time to start getting ourselves ready for our, 'big date'! We took extra care to groom ourselves meticulously; and picked out our very best outfits for the evening. Serena accessorized with her finest jewellery, which contrasted very nicely against her tan and the lovely blue dress she had selected. At that moment I was so proud to call her my wife, she simply glowed with beauty, inside and out.

We arrived at the Barracuda Bar to find Tom and Tammy had already secured a nice table with a view out towards the ocean. They graciously welcomed us as Tom flagged down the lovely little server, so that we could each order the drink of our choice. Our orders placed, Tom honoured us by ordering an added round of Sambuca shooters.

Waiting for our drinks to be served, the conversation was light and flirtatious, with Tammy definitely being the belle of the ball, while Tom was much more reserved. Serena and I were still trying to find our footing, even though we were making great strides with all of this. We spent a very enjoyable half hour in friendly, inquisitive conversation, enjoying the overall atmosphere and the warm feeling of good friendship, something Serena and I didn't get a lot of, other than with each other.

Before we knew it, it was time to make our way to dinner. They had arranged for a discreet corner table for four at Portofino, the resorts' Adults only Italian eatery which featured a private wine cellar. The setting was extremely opulent but comfortable, the kind of place you could sit for hours on end. We were promptly seated by the Maitre 'd, Tom seating Serena by pulling out her chair and deftly sliding her up to the table. He sat down next to her, forcing me to sit next to Tammy, which kind of took me off guard.

Our waiter arrived in short order, presenting us with our menus and asking us, "What we would like to drink?" Again, Tom took charge, asking Serena and I, "Do you prefer Red or White?" I deferred to Serena's choice of Red.

Tom asked that we be brought a bottle of Nuevo Reserva Mundo Cabernet Sauvignon-Carmenere, a nice red wine from the Maipo Valley part of Chile, which featured a spicy, peppery taste. The wine ended up tasting every bit as complex and fine as it sounded.

We each ordered our own meals, no two the same, from a, 'Penne All arabiata E Fromaggio' to a 'Traditional Fettuccine Carbonara,' to go along with a savoury variety of appetizers. It was a delightful meal, with much laughter and storytelling. Tom and Tammy provided us with some long-lost adult company that we sorely lacked in our lives. Much of the conversation centered on our past travels and our respective children, all full grown and living away from home.

We ended up enjoying fine desserts and excellent coffee before finally completing our dining experience. Tom outdid me once again, leaving a crisp $50.00 American bill to my own $20.00 Canadian in pesos. I felt a bit sheepish about it, but I knew they weren't judging us.

Dinner complete, we made our way back to the Barracuda Bar, for another round of drinks and some dancing. Tom had Serena eating out of the palm of his hands, as he was an excellent and tireless dancer, something she dearly missed with me, as I never was much good in that department. I did attempt a few rounds with Tammy, but she could tell I wasn't really enjoying it, and rescued me with an invitation to return back to the table.

Tom and Serena danced for over an hour, never stopping to rest, eventually becoming the center of attention on the dance floor. Tammy and I were discreetly sitting on the sidelines, talking quietly, her hands flirtatiously caressing me with constant strokes and touches. Once again, it felt very intoxicating and exciting.

When the 'dancing fools' finally tuckered themselves out, they made their way back to the table, where we ordered one final round of Sambuca shooters and cocktails. Serena was giddy with delight, so pleased to have the chance to dance and bust loose. I couldn't help but be thrilled with seeing her so light and carefree.

We shared some additional tales, talking light heartedly, and slowly savouring our drinks. With all of our beverages downed, Tom and Tammy invited us back to their room for, a nightcap and whatever else might come up!

This brought some raised eyebrows to our faces, but at this point, we were all in once again. Serena and I felt like so good, with all the attention being lavished on us, and the seemingly genuine interest in who we were and what we had to say. We walked in good humour back to their suite.

Serena and I were astonished at the opulence of their 10th floor suite, which was literally on the beach front, facing west over the ocean. The room screamed "high end' with a couple of bedrooms, both with King sized beds, a four person Jacuzzi tub, gas fireplace, bar, huge living room area, and oversized balcony. They obviously went "first class" all the way. Sitting on the coffee table were two more bottles of the Nuevo Reserva Mundo Cabernet Sauvignon-Carmenere we had enjoyed at dinner, which apparently Tom had arranged to have sent up once he knew how much Serena liked it.

Tom poured the wine in healthy amounts for each of us as we settled into the comfortable seats neatly arranged in a horseshoe in front of the large sliding doors, which looked out at the panoramic view of the bay. We shared some small talk for a good ten minutes, mostly Serena and I asking questions about their suite and about some of the other places they had travelled to. In time, Tammy started to run the water in the Jaccuzi tub, carefully getting the temperature set to her liking. She announced, "Well, I don't know about you guys, but I could use a nice soak." With that she quickly wriggled out of her dress, slid her thong off and made her way into the tub, not an ounce of shame, sashaying her shapely ass nicely as she went.

In the brief glimpse I caught, I could see that she had no pussy hair at all, and that her bottom was shockingly white, which contrasted sharply against her dark tan. As I already knew, she was definitely 'top heavy' with very weighty breasts swaying with her movements; and even though she sported a bit of a tummy, she displayed a very curvy and well put together figure. "Are you guys coming, or what," she bellowed to all of us. "The water is perfect!"

Trying not to be the first one to move, I simply couldn't overcome my anxiousness, responding in kind, "I'm up for it." I shed my clothes as I made my way towards the Jacuzzi, my cock already starting to stir a little. I climbed the three steps up to the pools edge and then plopped myself boldly down right next to Tammy, much to her giggling delight. Even though the tub was extra-large, Tammy and I sat right up against each other. Within moments, her hands found their way to my lap, as she was very obviously ready to get down to business. She locked her lips on mine; quickly forcing us into an endless battle of willing tongues. Her mouth felt like a touch of heaven. I had no choice but to return each of her advances as we necked in wild abandon, losing all sense of what the other two were up to.

A short time later, Tom and Serena joined us in the water, each of them naked as jaybirds, deftly carrying their glasses of wine with them. Tom was definitely more laid back than his bubbly wife and seemed to enjoy taking his time with everything he did. His demeanour seemed to be a perfect match for Serena's personality and apprehensions.

By the time I came up for air from Tammy's insatiable grasp, I caught sight of our spouses kissing in a measured but passionate manner, each of them quite obviously enjoying the attentions of the other. I felt a real sense of pride in my wife, witnessing her overcoming her fears and truly seeming to let herself live in the moment, sexual though it was. At that very moment, I could only think how she was the most beautiful woman in the world; and how in love I was with her; and how lucky I was that she put up with all of my shit. Ironically, I had zero fears that I might somehow lose her to this dangerous game we were playing.

For the next fifteen minutes, both couples were completely focused on their new partners, kissing and caressing ravenously like wild animals. Almost simultaneously, we all started to feel the water overheating our bodies, and our skin beginning to wrinkle. Right on cue, taking the lead as always, Tammy proclaimed, "I think it's time for us to get out," adding immediately after "don't you Bear?"

I could only agree, as did Tom and Serena. We all got out, with nowhere to hide our nakedness, and dried ourselves off with the luxurious towels laid out beforehand. Tammy couldn't help herself and began vigorously towelling me off after she had finished herself. Tom refilled everyone's glasses and we were all somehow invisibly steered towards the Master bedroom and what might await us there.

There was a brief moment of awkwardness as we stood next to the King sized bed, not sure of our next steps. Leave it to Tammy, though, to break the tension with a hearty, "I don't know about you guys, but I'm feeling hornier than a priest in a playground." (I swear that part is true.)

She was a vision of loveliness, her massive, deeply tanned breasts drawing my eyes towards them. At the same time, I caught my first unobstructed view of her bare, waxed, Mound of Venus, not a hair visible anywhere; her large love button protruding nicely below the two pierced golden studs that sat vertically on her clitoral hood, one above and the other below, the latter resting on her bud, so as to allow for additional stimulation. Her love box was beautifully framed with dark pink labia petals, which folded sweetly around her glistening slit. Tammy fell backwards onto the bed, pulling me down on top of her fleshy, soft body, apparently staking out our side of the bed for the night.