Forgotten Honeymoon's Burning Return

The salt air hung heavy, thick with the scent of sunscreen and something sweeter, something primal, as we stepped off the plane in Puerto Vallarta. Twenty-three years of marriage, twenty-three years of comfortable routine, and now, finally, this. My wife, Sandy, stood beside me, a nervous energy radiating from her that mirrored my own. We’d saved for years, meticulously budgeting, ignoring the insistent whispers of our friends urging us to splurge on a real honeymoon. This all-inclusive resort, tucked away on a secluded beach, was our attempt at a genuine escape, a chance to reconnect amidst the chaos of raising two kids.

The resort itself was a sprawling complex of pastel-colored buildings, a riot of tropical flora, and the constant, insistent rhythm of Latin music spilling from hidden bars. We checked into our ocean-view suite, the turquoise water shimmering through the sliding glass doors, and after a quick shower to shed the travel grime, we headed straight for the beach. The sand was white and powdery, the waves gentle and inviting. It was a beautiful day, the kind that begs you to shed your inhibitions and embrace the moment.

We spent the afternoon swimming in the crystal-clear water, walking along the shoreline, and soaking up the sun. Sandy, normally reserved and measured in her actions, seemed to be shedding her usual cautiousness, laughing freely and leaning into my touch more frequently than usual. I found myself lingering a little longer in her embrace, feeling a pull towards her that I hadn't realized was so potent. As the sun began to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of orange and purple, we made our way back to the room, a shared sense of anticipation hanging in the air.

The plan was simple: a relaxing evening, a chance to unwind after a long day. But as we stood in the bathroom, getting ready for dinner, something shifted. The fluorescent lights reflected off Sandy’s skin, highlighting the curve of her breasts, the firmness of her stomach, and the tantalizing dampness of her labia. The chill from her wet swimsuit clung to her, making her skin feel even more sensitive. It wasn’t just the heat of the moment; it was a building tension, a silent acknowledgment of the desire simmering beneath the surface.

As she began to undress, slowly peeling off the wet fabric, her movements were deliberate, each gesture a silent invitation. The sight of her perfectly formed breasts, hard from the cold water, and her newly tanned skin, glistening with moisture, ignited a fire in my loins. Her bushy treasure, as I’d secretly nicknamed her, was even more magnificent than I'd imagined. I found myself unable to look away, my gaze tracing every contour of her body. The scent of her perfume, a light floral fragrance, filled the air, adding another layer of stimulation.

As she leaned against the toilet, her legs spread wide, offering an unobstructed view of her body, a primal instinct took over. The sight of her erect clitoris, a vibrant pink hue, was too much to resist. I rose, feeling a surge of heat, my body responding instantly to her blatant invitation. The unspoken agreement hung in the air, a silent promise of pleasure and abandon.

She reached out, her fingers gently caressing my chest, pulling me closer. Her touch was electric, sending shivers down my spine. As she ran her finger from the base of her slit to the top, a low moan escaped her lips. "I can't wait to feel your tongue right here," she whispered, her voice husky with anticipation. It was a challenge, an invitation, and I accepted without hesitation.

As she stepped into the shower, I followed close behind, my arousal intensifying with each passing second. The water cascaded over her body, washing away the day's stresses and revealing her vulnerability. I watched as she lathered herself with soap, her movements slow and sensual, each stroke a deliberate act of pleasure. The scent of the soap mingled with her perfume, creating a heady aroma that enveloped us both.

When she finished, she turned to me, her eyes filled with a mischievous glint. “It’s your turn,” she said, her voice soft and seductive. The words hung in the air, a clear signal of her desires. Without hesitation, I reached for her, pulling her close and kissing her deeply. Her lips tasted of soap and desire, and I savored every moment.

As we explored each other's bodies, a crescendo of pleasure built within us. Her touch ignited a fire in my soul, and I responded with equal intensity. The shower became a place of shared ecstasy, a sanctuary where inhibitions melted away and we surrendered to our primal instincts. The water swirled around us, carrying away our doubts and fears, leaving only the pure, unadulterated joy of physical connection.

The first thrusts were hesitant, cautious, but soon they became more confident, more demanding. Her body arched and writhed with pleasure, her moans echoing through the small bathroom. I held her tight, savoring every sensation, every touch, every release. As we reached a fever pitch, a wave of heat washed over me, and I knew I couldn't hold back any longer.

My body responded with an uncontrollable urge, and I plunged deep into her, seeking the ultimate pleasure. Her pleasure grew more intense with each passing moment, her body shaking uncontrollably. She screamed with delight as her clitoris pounded against my shaft, sending shivers down my spine. We continued to ride each other until we collapsed on the floor, breathless and exhausted, but utterly satisfied.

When we finally separated, we lay there for a moment, catching our breath, our bodies intertwined. The world outside faded away as we basked in the afterglow of our shared experience. Sandy nuzzled into my side, her breathing slow and steady. "That was incredible," she whispered, her voice filled with awe.

As we prepared for dinner, Sandy asked us to get ready quickly so she could get some dessert first. I had never seen her be a tease before, so I wasn’t sure what to think. I was a little disappointed not to keep going, but I didn’t want to push it. I got out, put my robe on and decided to lie out on the balcony while she finished.

I was watching the sun that was just setting. It was a beautiful sight, a perfect ending to a perfect day. After what seemed like a half hour, she came out onto the balcony and leaned on the open railing looking out at the people walking in the dimly lit courtyard. I asked her if she was ready to get some dinner.

She paused for what seemed like 30 seconds and finally said, “I think I want dessert first,” as she turned to me and opened her robe giving me a great view of her body exposed to the light coming from inside our room. Her perfectly round breasts were full and firm with excitement, her newly shaved, swollen, wet pussy glistened in the light. I instantly came to full attention as I had never seen her naked outside or have a shaven pussy. Two of my biggest fantasies coupled into one.

She quickly pulled my robe open and straddled me, lowering herself onto my stomach. She leaned over and started kissing my neck and worked her way to my nipples. She stared sucking and quickly went to lightly biting as she knew that would drive me crazy. She slid down kissing me all the way until she eventually took me into her mouth again. I thought I was going to cum, but she released me as quickly as she took me and said, “My turn.”

I began to soap her down starting from her shoulders and worked my way to her beautiful breasts. As I massaged them, I softly pinched her erect nipples. She made a soft moan as I slid my hands down to her stomach. I continued washing, skipping her precious area. I worked down her legs to her feet. As I worked my way back up, I could tell she was anticipating where I was going as she slightly opened her legs allowing easy access to her now swollen, wet pussy. I cupped her with my right hand and worked my middle finger between her lips caressing her softness. She moaned again this time a little more passionately. I slowly worked my finger up into her opening and slid my thumb across her erect clit. I thrust my right middle finger deeper inside her wanting pussy. She moaned with delight and lifted me up.

She gave me a passionate kiss before saying, “You’ll have to wait till later for more.” She asked me to get out so she could shave her legs and wash her hair.

As I lay there on the balcony, enjoying the cool night air, I reflected on the events of the day. We had broken free from our routines, embraced our desires, and rediscovered the passion that had once burned so brightly between us. The trip to Mexico had been more than just a vacation; it had been a rebirth, a chance to reconnect and reignite the flame of our love.

The next morning, we packed our bags and headed to the airport, feeling refreshed and revitalized. As we boarded the plane, I knew that our trip to Mexico had not only provided us with memories to cherish, but it had also strengthened the foundation of our marriage, solidifying our bond and reminding us of the enduring power of love. The experience had changed us, pushing us to explore new depths within ourselves and within our relationship, and I couldn't wait to see where our journey together would take us next.

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