The Vacation Wife by David Stone (best selling autobiographies TXT) 📕

We swam ashore and beached ourselves like two panting shipwreck survivors.

She had removed her top to eliminate the “unfair drag”. I noticed it was no longer looped around her shoulder for transport.

“Aren’t you missing something?” I asked.

“What?”

I looked at her naked breasts. She looked down and then back at me.

“I told you I was taking it off. It’s like swimming with a drag-chute if I don’t.”

“Yes, but where is it now?”

She looked at her shoulder. “Fuck. This is bad.”

“Maybe we’ll see it walking back. The tide is coming in.” There was a couple a hundred yards off closing in. She turned to her stomach, supporting her torso on her elbows. Her nipples brushed the sand leaving adorable traces.

“Fuck I love this,” she said. “I’ve never felt this good before.”

“Workouts always feel good.”

“I’m not talking about that. I mean this, lying on the beach topless with you in Mexico, just hanging out.”

“I love it too.”

She pushed me down and leaned over my chest. I loved the feel of her naked breasts on my skin. She gave me a soulful kiss then moved herself into a sitting position over my crotch. She spread my arms and held them down at the wrists, then dragged her breasts over my lips.

“You really are a pussy,” she said. “See? I’m dominating you.”

I looked at the approaching couple. It seemed to be our fate that other people would intrude on our space whenever we were on the beach in compromising positions.

“You’d better lay on your stomach,” I nodded at the approaching couple.

“I don’t care. They can see my titties if they want. Does that make you hot?” She wiggled her bottom into my groin. It gave her the response she was looking for.

“Nonetheless,” I said, pushing her off and over into the sand, belly down. Thirty seconds later the couple passed. Marci gave them a sunshiny hello.

She surveyed the beach in both directions. How the beach could be so empty was a mystery. I guessed being on the south of Tulum meant we were away from the major tourist points.

Marci got to her knees and pulled down my trucks.

“There’s my little feller,” she said, laughing.

“Little?”

She bent over and took me into her mouth. It felt especially warm on my cock after being in my wet suit. I was instantly erect.

“Fuck me,” she said.

“I thought you were out of commission.”

“You mean from Greg? Boy, that was something.”

“I could see it was difficult.”

“You liked that, huh? Watching me fuck Greg?”

“I didn’t not like it. We both know how that goes now.”

“To tell you the truth, I didn’t like it at all at first. He’s just too big. Then I got excited because you were watching, and then I dug it, but I don’t want to do it again. I don’t know how Susan manages.”

“It’s a mystery.”

She rolled on her back, lifted her legs, and took off her bottoms in one graceful sweep. Marci was grace in motion when she put her mind to it. She climbed over me dead center.

“Here goes,” she said. She slowly inserted my cock, wincing, but not in response to anything. It was an anticipatory wince.

“We’re okay here.” She started a rhythm, slowly raising and lowering herself. “Oh, fuck, this is nice… Ryan, you’re so perfect… this is so much better...” She laid on top of me and rolled us over. I held myself up on my arms and began thrusting slowly. In the bright sunlight she looked goddess-like. She looked that way all the time, really.

“You look beautiful,” I said, beginning to breathe heavily.

“It won’t last, you know…” Her eyes now looked dreamy.

“Of course it will. You’ll always be you in there. We’re all going to get older.” I slowed my pace, which made her impatient.

“Fuck me, Ryan!”

“I am fucking you.”

“You’ll always want to fuck me, right?”

“Marci, you know I will.” I slowed down, moving my cock smoothly and gently in and out, letting the tip of my cock greet her lips with each pass.

Her impatience increased and her face acquired a yearnful look. “FUCK ME RYAN!” Her pelvis thrust into me. I still held back. “Oh God, Ryan… I love you so much! You make me so crazy… Oh God this is nice… Oh, but now, Ryan… I can’t take it! FUCK ME HARDER!!!”

I did.

“Oh, Oh yes! Ryan! God… Oh God! MORE!!! HARDER!!! FUCK ME!!!”

I dialed it to eleven. She held her breath and then released.

“Oh, Ryan, here I go… Oh fuck!!! Oh fuck!!! OH GOD RYAN!!!”  She heaved her pelvis as she pulled me in tight, her arms caressing me. She lifted into each thrust, carrying me into her orgasm. Every pulse of my cock carried me deeper and deeper into her soul. As we both erupted, small waves lapped over our legs, bringing a few of the earth's elements into our nexus—water, earth, the tropical air, plus the nuclear sun. It felt like we’d slipped into the collective bliss of the universe.

I fell beside her gulping for air.

We dipped into the ocean to cool off and collect ourselves. Once restored, we embraced and kissed, then returned to shore and began our walk back to the hotel.

There was no sign of Marci’s top. It was an article of clothing I would truly mourn as it fit her so well. Being topless at the hotel’s beach suited its general scheme of liberty so it didn’t matter. We regained the cabana where we’d left towels and her cover-up. Propped up on pillows to view the sea, we would have resembled Antony and Cleopatra in Alexandria overlooking their fleet.

Chloe, once again exhibiting her roaming duties at the hotel, appeared as if teleported. She was again topless and greeted us warmly, which was a step out of character. Her normal routine was to stand silently until she was noticed.

“Would you two like anything?”

“Hi, Chloe,” I said. “Maybe something light and restorative. What would you recommend?”

“A pina colada smoothie. They make them special. They’re not so alcoholic.”

“Two please.”

“You like her small tits,” said Marci, once Chloe