Mexican Fun is an erotic story of daring, a massage, and seeing your girlfriend fuck by a stranger for the first time.
I suppose it was headed in this direction all along. After three years of being together, our sex life was more exciting than ever. Donna and I always managed to find a way to push the envelope.
We’ve fucked and sucked in every possible way and in every imaginable place. Last year and a few fantastic times since we’ve brought another girl to our bed. Donna has discovered that she is a full-fledged bisexual woman and I discovered (no surprise) that having sex with two ladies is way more than twice the fun.
There are at least a hundred hot stories I could write about in our last three years together but the events of just two weeks ago are the focus here.
Two weeks ago, to this very day, our plane landed at Acapulco International Airport. A hotel limousine brought us to our destination. If you’ve ever been to that city, you’ll know which place I’m talking about. It’s a collection of pink ‘casitas’ built up on the hill overlooking Acapulco Bay. The resort has a worldwide reputation for catering to their guest’s every need or desire.
The margarita effect…
I called room service for a pitcher of margaritas as soon as we got settled into our bungalow. Believe it or not, the drinks were there within five minutes. This place was good!
As Donna and I sipped our cocktails on the veranda outside our room, we talked about what we would do next.
“I suggest we both get massages,” she said.
Instantly agreeing, I had visions of an exotic senorita giving us both sensual massages… and probably a lot more… in this virtual paradise.
The full day of travel, though, and the half pitcher of strong drink had their effect on my sweet girlfriend.
“I think I’ll just take a quick nap first. Why don’t you call and find out about our massage,” she said with a naughty wink.
I watched as she stepped inside and pulled off her top and shorts, the only two pieces of clothing she’d been wearing, and proceeded to lie down naked on the oversized bed.
Without taking my eyes off my girlfriend’s delicious body, I picked up the phone and dialed the front desk.
“We need a masseuse,” I said.
“I’ll connect you to guest services,” the senorita replied in a lovely, Latina accent.
“Bueno,” the male voice boomed over the phone.
“We would like a masseuse, for my girlfriend and myself.”
“The ‘masajistas’ have gone home for the day,” came the reply. Looking at my watch I saw that it was seven in the evening. “But I am a masajisto, my name is Raoul.”
At first, I thought about just waiting another time, but then I thought to myself, ‘It’s not like it hadn’t crossed my mind before. We’d done it with another girl… how would it be if we did it with another guy? And maybe this Raoul guy would just do massages and I wouldn’t have to worry. It was exciting for some reason not knowing what would happen.
I suppose the tequila had something to do with it but I found myself setting an appointment with Raoul for eight o’clock. Hanging up, I looked at my sweet girlfriend’s bare ass sprawled across the bed and my mind began to spin.
In what seemed like no time at all, I saw the pink jeep pull up to our room. I quietly slipped outside to meet this Raoul.
He was a handsome man, late twenties, I’d guess, and well built. I made my decision then. I extended my right hand to shake his. Then, putting my arm around the man’s shoulders in a conspiratorial way, I began to explain myself.
Somehow, I got the impression that Raoul had heard this sort of thing before. He certainly wasn’t shocked by what I was suggesting.
We walked back into the room together. When Raoul first set eyes on Donna’s naked body, spread across the bed, he glanced back at me and gave an eager wink.
I could have called it all off then, but I didn’t. I was so excited, I just had to go through with it.
Raoul wasted no time. He carefully laid a towel across Donna’s ass and then positioned himself at the side of the bed and went to work.
He started, in the normal massage way, on my girlfriend’s shoulders.
As he kneaded her back muscles, a low groan escaped Donna’s lips.
I positioned myself in a chair at the foot of the bed and just let the scene play itself out in front of me.
Raoul spent what seemed like forever on Donna’s back before he moved on to her legs. Starting on her feet he worked his way up. With eyes closed, it was obvious that she had no idea whose hands were running over her body.
It was obvious, too, that she really didn’t care.
By the time the masseur had begun running his fingers up my girlfriend’s thighs, I was hard as a rock. It was about that point that Donna glanced back at who was doing this to her.
“You kinky, perverted, deviate,” she said, looking me square in the eye. She gave me a sly smile and I could only do the same to her in response.
By that time Raoul had his fingers fully on my girlfriend’s sweet snatch, rubbing vigorously.
“Why don’t you turn over,” was all I could think to say.
In a flash, she flipped over on her back and spread her legs. Raoul wasted no time in replacing his hand on Donna’s slit, spreading her pussy to expose her thoroughly aroused clit.
As the handsome Mexican man used his thumb to flick my girlfriend’s clit she fixed me with the horniest, wanton stare I’ve ever seen. I only broke the look when Raoul caught my eye. I used my tongue to signal what he should do next.
Every second now was more exquisitely stimulating than the one before. In almost frame-by-frame slow motion, I witnessed Raoul bend down and extend his tongue to touch my Donna’s sweet slit.
Involuntarily, my girlfriend thrust her hips to press her clit up to Raoul’s mouth. As his tongue began to thrust in and out against her pussy, she propped herself up on her elbows so she could get a better view of our Mexican friend lapping her cunt. An 8.0 earthquake couldn’t have drawn her attention from the sight of an absolute stranger giving her the snatch-licking of a lifetime. I knew just how she felt.
Raoul, though, must have needed to come up for a breather. He stopped eating my girlfriend just long enough to look back at me. Maybe he was just making sure I was all right with the whole scene or, well, I don’t know what. But at that moment I unzipped myself and pulled my trousers down to let my cock flop out. I guess the way I did it he understood me to mean he could do the same. I suppose that’s true.
Asking for permission…
Aside from some deep, guttural groaning noises, Donna hadn’t said a word so far. But when Raoul’s dark brown hard cock came into view, she began talking to me without taking her eyes off our friend’s prick.
“Can I touch it, honey,” she asked plaintively.
Stupidly I nodded in answer until I realized she was oblivious to my reply.
“Do it,” I said for the first of many times that evening.
I watched intently as my girlfriend’s fingers wrapped around Raoul’s stiff brown shaft. As she began slowly stroking it, I found myself jacking myself in the same rhythm.
It might have been just seconds or minutes or even hours for all I know but the next thing I heard was my exquisite girlfriend asking me, “Can I suck it?”
Again, “Do it.” was the only reply I could get out. And she did.
Unless you have been through the same experience, there’s simply no way to describe the waves of emotion that flow over you the first time you see your girlfriend or special girl take another man’s cock into her mouth. The feelings are so intense it makes your first fuck, pale in comparison.
I then left my position at the foot of the bed to put my face up between Donna’s still spread wide legs and began to lick her pussy. It’s impossible to say which was more intoxicating, eating my girlfriend’s slit right after another man has or eating my girlfriend’s slit while she’s sucking another guy at the same time.
My pants were still around my ankles and awkwardly I dug in the pocket for the rubber I had put there in anticipation of having a threesome with a young senorita. That idea was ridiculously tame now and I unwrapped the condom without missing a beat.
I handed the rubber to my girlfriend and she used her mouth to suck it on to Raoul’s prick. Without having to say a word, we all knew how to proceed.
Raoul and I changed places and he positioned himself between my girlfriend’s spread thighs. Donna eagerly took my cock in her mouth as we both watched, transfixed, as Raoul poised his cockhead at the entrance of her snatch before thrusting it deep inside.
What followed lasted all too short a time. It may have been hours for all I know but it was over too quick. Donna and I and Raoul came within seconds of each other. Maybe Raoul has done this enough times before because he knew just how to make his exit. While my girlfriend and I lay spent on the bed, he slipped wordlessly out of the room.
My girlfriend and I were suddenly alone. It could have been awkward but it wasn’t. We shared a slow deep kiss and then began fucking again. Slower this time and profoundly sexy. The only remnant of what had just happened was when we gazed into each other’s eyes and exchanged a sly, knowing smile.