Mexico Heat: A Long-Awaited Escape

My wife and I never seem to get away. We’re always booked up with kids sports, family vacations and work. My job is pretty demanding. So when we planned this Mexico getaway it seemed like it was never going to really happen. I was careful not to get my hopes up. Even when the resort reservations were made, the flights booked and the grandparents arranged to cover for us, I still didn’t dare believe we were both going to get away for three full days of time together.

But it happened, the plans came together and we were off.

We landed at the airport and met the driver, who was holding a sign up with our name on it. He took us to the all-inclusive, no-kids resort. It wasn’t a cheesy hedonist singles club or anything like that, just a resort for grownups. Most of the people there seemed to be couples in about the same situation as us, parents spending some of their hard-earned cash on a getaway – together. The resort was exquisite. A modern high-rise right on the shore of the “Mexican Riviera” with a 15th-floor balcony and a view out over the sapphire blue caribbean. The room was outfitted with a big, lush comforter on the king-size bed, and you could see directly out to the ocean. It felt wide open and private at the same time.

We grabbed a quick lunch in the cafe and then took a walk around the resort. There were beautiful flowers all along the paths and we listened to the gentle rolling sound of the sea as we walked. The bright sun and warm weather was a welcome contrast to the snow and cold of home. I wasn’t really thinking about sex – or at least not any more than usual – so I missed the innuendos she was making about “the rhythmic pounding of the waves” and how the humidity was making her “all wet and sticky.” Go figure, sometimes I am so dense.

What I did notice were her big beautiful nipples standing at attention through the light bra and tee shirt she was wearing. I am so in love with those nipples. They seem to have grown a little larger over time, and when stiff they are impossible to miss. They’re so beautiful sitting on her big, firm, beautiful tits. She’s 45 now, and I love her body more than I did when we married over 20 years ago. So I looked out the corner of my eye, through my sunglasses, snagging a glimpse of her nipple-bumps pressing through the fabric as often as I could. I snuck several glances as we walked through the hotel’s grounds and down by the beach. Today was turning out to be a perfect day, and I wanted it to last.

When we first got married, we would get all horny and rush into bed. We’d do a little foreplay, follow our horniness right from start to finish as fast as we could. It would be over before both of us wanted it to, and even though I was only 25 when we married, it was often difficult to get it back up a second time because my orgasms were so complete. She may have been able to go again, but once I came I wasn’t able to get hard for an hour or so. At that time we devised a way to make things last when we both wanted to build up tensions a little. The code phrase is “let’s go around a couple times” and what it means is that we’re going to get horny and then cool back off a few times before either of us come.

This has led to some amazingly intense, long orgasms for both of us. I seem to have a huge amount of cum when we do this, too. Anything is fair game when we do this – sucking, screwing, grinding and masturbation, as long as we back off before climax. It’s surprisingly hard to stop sometimes, but well worth it. And when we’re both ready to let loose, either one of us can call out “now” and then it’s a race to climax. Sometimes we can wind up and back down three or four times before giving in, and it can be hours between sessions. It can be the most frustrating and exciting thing!

Well, that day in Mexico, as we were walking back to the room, I suggested we “go around a couple times.” In a combination of disappointed “aw darn” reaction mixed with a little twinkle, she agreed. I got a big smile inside. I knew it was going to be a great day.

No use wasting time. When we got back to the room, we had barely gotten inside the door and I was all over her. As the hotel room door clicked shut, I grabbed her, holding her face and kissing her passionately. I gently backed her up against the wall and pressed my body against her as we kissed. My cock was starting to grow, and it felt great to push my hips forward, grinding my pelvis into hers. She responded by grinding back, tipping her hips forward so that her pussy would be more aligned with me, and she could get more of her mound into the action. We kissed and ground our sensitive parts at each other through our clothes for what seemed like four or five minutes. The tension was definitely building. By this time I was holding on to both of her ass cheeks with my hands and grinding into her. With her pushing back in perfect rhythm, it felt great. Our breathing was picking up as we continued to kiss. I suspect she could have come right there in her clothes, I know I could have, but it was way too soon. We were just beginning.

In a masterful show of restraint, she pushed me off of her and turned away, “Not yet.”

“Right. Let’s figure out how we want to spend the day,” I responded, catching my breath.

We worked up a plan: A little swimming and sunning, maybe a couple’s massage, then dinner in the hotel restaurant. Perfect plan. It was fantastic not to have any other responsibilities… just time to relax and spend time together.

It was 1:00 in the afternoon then, so before we headed down to the pool, I called the spa and arranged for a couple’s massage. Due to the fact this was an adult hotel, catering to couples, the massage experience was going to be a little different than anything we’d done before. One room, two masseuses, and the tables were set up side by side. When the massage is done, they let you stay another half hour or so to relax in privacy before leaving. Is it really so obvious couples want to have sex after a massage? What do they expect couples to do in that time?

Anyway, before the massage we had some time to burn. We were changed and down at the pool in a few minutes. The sun felt amazing. We had both been wearing sweaters, long pants and socks for a few months as the weather went from fall to winter. The golden rays and warm breeze on our pale skin was refreshing. As we got settled in to our cushy pool-side loungers it was impossible not to smile.

I must have dozed off for a few minutes. As I awoke I looked over at my bride of 20 years at my side. I was swept with a feelingof deep love and familiarity. This is the woman I met in college and fell instantly in love with. It was her beautiful long blonde hair and radiant smile that got my attention. It was her sweet, clever, adventuresome personality that hooked me. From the very beginning of our relationship, I prayed every day that, if it was God’s will that we be together, He helped me learn how to build a life with her that pleases Him. With that faith and prayer as the basis of our relationship, we have been through all of the ups and downs of life. Not once did we break up when we were dating, and not once have we ever strayed from each other. We have always been best friends, lovers and adventure partners. And, although we’ve been having sex together for so many years, I still get that electric feeling all over when I think about making love to her.

As I looked over at her, lying there in the sun, the unreleased tension in my balls began to draw my attention. Good thing my swimming suit was a little baggy, because I was sporting a full-on erection. It was actually a little worse than that… there was a wet spot forming at the head of my cock, where the pre-cum was seeping through the fabric. Uh oh. I scooted up in the lounger and brought my knees up a little to disguise the bulge. She must have noticed. Just as I moved and adjusted myself, I saw her stir a little and turn onto her side, facing me. We had carefully selected the chairs at the end of the row. To my left was a row of bushes, to my right, she was on her side facing me, with her back to the rest of the pool. Nobody could see what she was doing. As she rolled onto her side, she had carefully positioned her arms so that she could get easy access to her chest. With her arms crossed, she was rubbing her nipples and squeezing her legs together. And she wanted me to watch.

As she stared deeply into my eyes, she gently rubbed her nipples and smiled. She made no other movement, she’s so smooth. As I sat there I felt my cock grow a bit more. Leaving the pool area was going to be really difficult. My wife’s nipples are very sensitive. She can have orgasms sometimes just by rubbing them and squeezing her legs together. I snuck several glances as we walked through the hotel’s grounds and down by the beach. Today was turning out to be a perfect day, and I wanted it to last.

As she stared deeply into my eyes, she gently rubbed her nipples and smiled. She made no other movement, she’s so smooth. As I sat there I felt my cock grow a bit more. Leaving the pool area was going to be really difficult. My wife’s nipples are very sensitive. She can have orgasms sometimes just by rubbing them and squeezing her legs together.

With a pleading stare, she seemed to be asking me if she could orgasm right then, right there.

“Not yet sweetie, soon enough,” I whispered, but I could barely contain myself. I wanted to pull my cock out right then and stuff it into her mouth while she worked toward climax. We had just recently found out that she likes to have me in her mouth sometimes when she climaxes. She says the feel of my hard shaft feels so raw and purposeful, cocks are made for sex, and sucking on it while she’s working toward climax makes her feel sexy. I agree, for sure. But then was not the time. We couldn’t have her coming yet. So she rolled over and began to sun her back side. I think I saw her dry-hump the lounger a little… at least I’d like to think so.

Soon enough it was time to get our stuff together and go to our massages. Not much was said as we both slipped our shirts on, stepped into our flip-flops and headed over to the spa. We held hands as we walked, her hand felt soft, warm and sensual. Mine larger, stronger and tingling with sensation as we touched.

We got to the spa. I headed to the men’s locker room, she to the women’s. Within a few minutes, after the respective attendants gave us keys, robes and a place to stash our stuff, we both emerged into the waiting room. The room smelled like mint and some other flower I can’t name. The smell was strong and relaxing. Within a couple minutes we were greeted by our masseuses who walked us both to the massage room.

It was just as I had pictured – dimly lit, smelling of more of that mint-and-flower combination. In the center of the room were two massage tables, close enough I would be able to hear her breathe. Far enough apart that the masseuses could get around. In privacy we both got naked and slipped under the sheets of our tables, face down.

For the next hour I fell in and out of sleep. My massage had been a blur of warm oil, minty flower smells and deep relaxation. When it came to the part where I needed to roll over, I was extremely happy to find that my erection had subsided long enough to avoid embarrassment while the masseuse worked my arms, legs and chest. I caught a couple glances over to my wife, she appeared to be feeling the same way I was. So relaxed it almost felt like a dream. When the massage was over, we both laid motionless as the masseuses left the room. One of them noted that we’d hear a soft gong when our time was up.

I have a fantasy of being completely relaxed after a massage, and receiving a happy ending. From my wife, of course. In my fantasy, the massage ends with me on my stomach, with my cock and balls hanging down through a hole in the table. In my fantasy, I remain still as she applies warm oil to me and massages me to orgasm. The best part of my fantasy is that I just lay there, deeply relaxed, and never move a muscle. I just let it all happen while I melt into the table. She knows that about me, and saw this as a time to play that fantasy out a bit. No hole in the table, and no orgasm, but at least the warm oil over my cock and balls while she strokes me. That could happen.

We were both definitely on the same page. As the door clicked shut she climbed off her table slowly and walked over to the oil bottle sitting on the warming pad on the counter. Completely naked in the warm air of the massage room, my wife stood next to my table and pulled the sheet off of me. Rubbing her hands together to distribute the oil evenly between them, she stared at my cock. It was hard. Very hard. And dripping a little pre-cum onto the hair of my stomach. Uh oh. I scooted up in the lounger and brought my knees up a little to disguise the bulge. She must have noticed. Just as I moved and adjusted myself, I saw her stir a little and turn onto her side, facing me. We had carefully selected the chairs at the end of the row. To my left was a row of bushes, to my right, she was on her side facing me, with her back to the rest of the pool. Nobody could see what she was doing. As she rolled onto her side, she had carefully positioned her arms so that she could get easy access to her chest. With her arms crossed, she was rubbing her nipples and squeezing her legs together. And she wanted me to watch.

As she stared deeply into my eyes, she gently rubbed her nipples and smiled. She made no other movement, she’s so smooth. As I sat there I felt my cock grow a bit more. Leaving the pool area was going to be really difficult. My wife’s nipples are very sensitive. She can have orgasms sometimes just by rubbing them and squeezing her legs together.

With a pleading stare, she seemed to be asking me if she could orgasm right then, right there.

“Not yet sweetie, soon enough,” I whispered, but I could barely contain myself. I wanted to pull my cock out right then and stuff it into her mouth while she worked toward climax. We had just recently found out that she likes to have me in her mouth sometimes when she climaxes. She says the feel of my hard shaft feels so raw and purposeful, cocks are made for sex, and sucking on it while she’s working toward climax makes her feel sexy. I agree, for sure. But then was not the time. We couldn’t have her coming yet. So she rolled over and began to sun her back side. I think I saw her dry-hump the lounger a little… at least I’d like to think so.

Soon enough it was time to get our stuff together and go to our massages. Not much was said as we both slipped our shirts on, stepped into our flip-flops and headed over to the spa. We held hands as we walked, her hand felt soft, warm and sensual. Mine larger, stronger and tingling with sensation as we touched.

We got to the spa. I headed to the men’s locker room, she to the women’s. Within a few minutes, after the respective attendants gave us keys, robes and a place to stash our stuff, we both emerged into the waiting room. The room smelled like mint and some other flower I can’t name. The smell was strong and relaxing. Within a couple minutes we were greeted by our masseuses who walked us both to the massage room.

It was just as I had pictured – dimly lit, smelling of more of that mint-and-flower combination. In the center of the room were two massage tables, close enough I would be able to hear her breathe. Far enough apart that the masseuses could get around. In privacy we both got naked and slipped under the sheets of our tables, face down.

For the next hour I fell in and out of sleep. My massage had been a blur of warm oil, minty flower smells and deep relaxation. When it came to the part where I needed to roll over, I was extremely happy to find that my erection had subsided long enough to avoid embarrassment while the masseuse worked my arms, legs and chest. I caught a couple glances over to my wife, she appeared to be feeling the same way I was. So relaxed it almost felt like a dream. When the massage was over, we both laid motionless as the masseuses left the room. One of them noted that we’d hear a soft gong when our time was up.

I have a fantasy of being completely relaxed after a massage, and receiving a happy ending. From my wife, of course. In my fantasy, the massage ends with me on my stomach, with my cock and balls hanging down through a hole in the table. In my fantasy, I remain still as she applies warm oil to me and massages me to orgasm. The best part of my fantasy is that I just lay there, deeply relaxed, and never move a muscle. I just let it all happen while I melt into the table. She knows that about me, and saw this as a time to play that fantasy out a bit. No hole in the table, and no orgasm, but at least the warm oil over my cock and balls while she strokes me. That could happen.

We were both definitely on the same page. As the door clicked shut she climbed off her table slowly and walked over to the oil bottle sitting on the warming pad on the counter. Completely naked in the warm air of the massage room, my wife stood next to my table and pulled the sheet off of me. Rubbing her hands together to distribute the oil evenly between them, she stared at my cock. It was hard. Very hard. And dripping a little pre-cum onto the hair of my stomach. Uh oh. I scooted up in the lounger and brought my knees up a little to disguise the bulge. She must have noticed. Just as I moved and adjusted myself, I saw her stir a little and turn onto her side, facing me. We had carefully selected the chairs at the end of the row. To my left was a row of bushes, to my right, she was on her side facing me, with her

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