One Night in Cancun

I picked up my pants from the floor. At least, I thought they were my pants. They looked the same, but when I tried to wear them, I realized they were the wrong size. I looked at Jane in bewilderment. She had already found her clothes and dressed. I then looked at the two naked strangers in the room. My head was swimming. I shouldn't have drunk so much.

"Que pasa? the man asked. I didn't even know his name.

I tried to recall my high school Spanish lessons. "Mis pantalones," I stammered. "Donde estan mis pantalones?" I was pretty sure it meant: "Where are my pants?"

We hurried out of the room, Jane fully-dressed, and me wearing only my button-down dress shirt and a pair of boxers. I held an unknown stranger's pants in one hand and Jane's hand in the other as we stumbled through the darkened nightclub, down the stairs, and into the night. There I was, a middle-aged man scurrying through a resort in the middle of the night in my boxer shorts. Back home, I was a professional, a father, and a well-respected member of my community. How the hell did I end up in this predicament?

Earlier that evening, my wife, Jane, and I watched the sun dip below the water's edge, painting the Caribbean sky with a stunning swath of oranges and reds. We sat at the far end of the hot tub's "swim-up" bar on a pair of concrete stools submerged in the bubbling warm water. It was not the first time we had ever sat at a bar in the Caribbean. It was, however, the first time we ever did so while completely nude.

Surprisingly enough, it had been Jane's idea to visit this particular resort. I had challenged her to come up with something "fun and adventurous" to celebrate our twenty-fifth wedding anniversary. I never could have predicted just how fun and adventurous my conservative and demure wife was willing to be. Recalling our early days of dating in college, I knew she had a bit of an exhibitionist streak. That seemed disappear completely, however, when she delivered our first child. In that moment, she fully-devoted herself to motherhood and abandoned her adventurous youthful spirit -- or so I thought.

"Are you feeling any less nervous?" she asked me as we sat side-by-side, trying our best to divert our eyes from all the naked bodies surrounding us.

"Yeah, sure," I responded unconvincingly.

With a name like Norbert, my parents had destined me to become a bookish nerd. True to my name, I had excelled throughout my academic career. I was particularly skilled with numbers and honed those skills through four years in college, where I graduated Cum Laude with a degree in Statistics.

My physical appearance fit both my name and my area of expertise. I was tall and skinny, with minimal athletic ability and strength. I wore glasses with thick black frames, combed my hair in an awkward fashion, and wore clothing that called as little attention to myself as possible. I had always been shy around women, but that changed in an instant when I met Jane.

Like me, Jane had lived up to her name. Throughout middle and high school, she endured the taunting of her classmates who called her "Plain Jane" behind her back. Despite the comforting words of her parents, who assured her she was the most beautiful girl in the world, Jane believed that she was very plain, indeed. She had brown hair and brown eyes, and was neither beautiful nor ugly -- or so she told herself. She had always been chubby as a child, and the weight stayed with her throughout her teen years.

Her college roommate was a fitness fanatic who convinced Jane to join her during her workouts. It wasn't long before Jane began to lose a considerable amount of weight -- and gained a considerable amount of attention as a result. She dated a few men before we met during the second semester of our junior year. I had little experience with women up to that point. Truth be told, Jane was only the second woman I had ever been with -- and the first was only a brief encounter hardly worth remembering.

"Norbert!" Jane said in a whisper-shout. "Don't look too quickly, but slowly look over my shoulder toward the other side of the hot tub."

I casually took a sip from my rapidly-depleting plastic cup and glanced over her shoulder. My eyes widened and my jaw dropped. A man was seated at the edge of the hot tub and a woman's head was bobbing in his lap. Aside from porn movies, I had never seen people having sex. Yet, there they were, going at it as if they weren't surrounded by perhaps three dozen people.

I looked at Jane in bewilderment. Her expression matched my own. "Wow," I mouthed.

"I know, right?!" she exclaimed with a dirty grin. "You wanted an adventurous vacation..."

I couldn't help but chuckle. When she first proposed that we visit a "clothing-optional" adults-only resort, I assumed she was joking. When we first began dating, she once brought me to a lake during the middle of the night. We stripped naked and leaped into the water. We laughed and splashed each other and reveled in the naughtiness of what we were doing. We made love, right there on a dock beneath the moonlight. As far as I know, no one saw us. But the prospect that someone might be watching was thrilling -- more so for her than for me.

Up until our trip to the resort, it had been our one and only exhibitionist adventure. When we arrived at the resort, I was so nervous about being naked in front of strangers, we didn't leave our room until late in the afternoon. Jane was eager to begin our adventure, and eventually convinced me to go to the pool. Although the resort was "clothing-optional," it appeared that all of the guests had chosen the option to be fully-naked.

Quite understandably, Jane regained some weight after giving birth to our two kids. With the weight gain came a loss in confidence. No amount of complimentary words from me were enough, it seemed. In recent years, however, she had recently begun working out again. She lost all of the weight she gained, and then some. At age forty-eight, she looked better than ever. She seemed to agree with that assessment, as she appeared more confident in her appearance than she had been since we met. When we arrived at the pool area, she stripped off her swimsuit without hesitation. I, on the other hand, needed to pause for a moment.

It's not as though I was in bad shape. I wasn't fat nor skinny. I don't believe I had anything to be ashamed of in terms of my manhood. I was a man of numbers. I had read the research and knew that I was average in size -- maybe even a little above-average. Still, aside from the high school gym class locker room, I had never been naked in front of other people -- and certainly not around strange women.

I looked around and saw how casual the other guests appeared to be. If it weren't for the fact that they were all nude, the resort's pool area looked like any other I'd seen. It was comforting to see that all shapes and sizes were represented. There were many attractive guests to be sure, but there were also many who were not, and many others who were comfortably average like myself. I took a deep breath and moved my bathing shorts with one smooth motion, gave my cock a tug, and scrambled into the lounge chair as casually as possible.

"Do you think that's his wife?" Jane asked, interrupting my thoughts.

I glanced again at the couple at the other end of the hot tub. His eyes were closed and he had a very content look about him. All I could see of her was the back of her head, bobbing up and down, up and down. The people surrounding them didn't even appear to notice what was happening right next to them.

"Yeah," I said. "Of course. Why would you even ask that?"

"Well..." Jane began with a grin, "I read online that sometimes swingers come here to...you know...hook up with other couples."

I nearly dropped my drink. "You're shitting me."

She laughed and nodded. "It's true."

I shook my head in disbelief. I knew that swingers existed; I just never imagined I'd ever encounter them. The guests we had met at the resort seemed so normal. They were professionals: doctors, lawyers, nurses, and school teachers like Jane. They were mostly middle-aged like us, and married for a very long time like us. I expected swingers to look different somehow. Lots of gold chains, hairy chests, and ankle bracelets. But these people looked...normal.

"Well, I hope you're not thinking of swinging while we're here," I said to her. "I wanted an adventure, but not that kind of adventure!"

She laughed. "Don't be ridiculous." She paused for a long moment before speaking again. "But...there is something that I'd like to do while we're here."

"Oh, yeah? What's that?"

"Well," she said, playfully scratching a fingernail across my chest hair, "it's always been a fantasy of mine to have sex in front of other people."

"Oh, really?" I exclaimed. "Since when?"

"Since forever, I guess."

"Why didn't you ever tell me this?"

She suddenly looked embarrassed, which caused me to feel badly about it. I didn't want her to be ashamed of her fantasy. She shrugged. "I didn't think I'd ever actually do it. But then I read about this place..."

"Oh, so that's why you wanted to come here!" I said.

She flashed me her sexiest grin. "It may have been one factor, yes. But we don't have to do it. It's just something I thought we might do at some point before we leave. As you saw, it's totally acceptable here. Where else would we ever get such an opportunity?"

It suddenly occurred to me that my cock had swollen to full size. Its head bobbed just above the surface of the water. I turned to her, took her hand, and placed it around my hard cock. Her eyes widened and she flashed me another sexy grin. "Why wait?" I asked.

I motioned toward the beds that lined the perimeter of the hot tub. Jane had mentioned to me that public sex was only allowed in two areas of the resort: the hot tub area and something called the "play room" at the rear of the nightclub. It seemed the time and place were right for the moment.

I led her by the hand through the crowd of naked people surrounding the bar. As we passed, my erection brushed up against the naked bodies of several women. I couldn't help but wonder if they noticed it as well. I had to admit it was exciting to assume they had. We emerged from the hot tub and headed straight toward one of the beds. I found a stack of towels near the bed and lay them across the mattress.

Jane crawled onto the bed and lay on her back. I crawled between her legs and lay on top of her. As soon as our lips met, and I felt her smooth, warm, naked, body beneath mine, it seemed as though the loud music and the raucous conversations of the other guests faded away, leaving only the two of us alone beneath the moon and stars. Jane rolled me onto my back and slid down my body. I closed my eyes and felt her warm mouth around my cock.

She took her time slowly and deliberately making my cock disappear inside her mouth. At that moment, someone was probably watching. Maybe several people. Maybe even everyone. I didn't care. In fact, the idea of everyone watching us made me feel strangely aroused. Jane was really getting into it, and began moaning rather loudly. She then surprised me by rotating her body on top of me and presenting me with her soaking-wet pussy. She continued to devour my cock while I tasted her sweet pussy.

I could not recall the last time we had sex in the "69" position. More than likely it happened before we were married. She was obviously putting on a show for our audience. She continued moaning and gyrating on top of me until I felt as though I were ready to burst. She abruptly stopped and rotated her body once again until she was facing me. She looked directly into my eyes and kissed me while my cock slid inside of her.

She continued to kiss me with more passion and enthusiasm than I had felt in many years while she raised and lowered herself along my pole. She rose to a sitting position and pressed her hands on my chest, clawing her fingernails into my chest hair. She closed her eyes and tossed her head back and shimmied back and forth on my cock with greater and greater urgency.

"I'm gonna cum!" she announced. She groaned loudly as her body quaked and her muscles tensed. Her fingernails dug into my skin, causing me to wince in both pleasure and pain.

I could feel her vaginal muscles squeeze my cock as she rode her orgasm to its conclusion. She then looked at me with lust-filled eyes. "I want you to cum on me," she said. "Cum all over me!"

Without hesitation I raised myself until I was on top of her, straddling her chest. If I had looked straight ahead, I would have stared directly at the large group of people huddled together in the hot tub. I fought that temptation and remained focused on the task at hand. As I stroked my cock I could feel the surge building to a crescendo. Jane closed her eyes and opened her mouth as a stream of cum erupted from my cock, covering her chin, neck, and breasts. I continued to stroke myself until she glistened from face to chest.

Her serious expression morphed into a wide smile. "Wow," she said. "That was intense!"

I nodded and then hesitantly raised my eyes to gauge the reaction of the crowd. I was almost disappointed to see that no one seemed to have noticed what we were doing only a few feet away. Jane rose from the bed and made her way to the shower at the side of the hot tub. I gathered the towels and placed them in a bin before joining her in the shower. Eventually, we returned to our spot at the hot tub bar.

"Another round?" our bartender, Carlos, asked. If he had noticed what we were just doing, he didn't give any hint of it.

"Si," I responded. "Por favor. I had been brushing up on my Spanish since we arrived in Cancun. Jane thought it was amusing, but I enjoyed making the attempt to connect with our hosts in their native tongue.

We received our drinks and toasted to our adventurous spirit. For the first time since we arrived, I felt completely relaxed. We just had sex in front of a group of strangers. Who does that? For a nerdy guy named Norbert, I had proven to be more adventurous than anyone back home would have ever expected. I was proud of myself for stepping so far outside of my comfort zone.

Carlos approached us once more and handed us a note. "It's from the couple across the bar," he said. He motioned toward a couple that stood on the "dry" side of the bar. They waved to us, and we hesitantly returned the gesture.

The note read: Thanks for the show! Dinner tonight? It was signed Monica and Bill.

I looked at Jane. "What do we do?" I whispered. "We don't know these people. Are we really supposed to have dinner together?"

She looked from me to the couple, who had casually returned their attention to the couple next to them. "I guess it wouldn't hurt to meet new people," she said with a shrug.

"But what if they're...you know...swingers?" I asked.

She laughed. "Then we politely tell them we're not interested. But it would still be interesting to hear their story."

With some reluctance, I agreed. We exited the hot tub, toweled off, and moved to the other side of the bar to meet this mysterious couple. They greeted us with warm handshakes and re-introduced themselves.

"Bill and Monica, huh?" I said with a grin. "Are those your real names?"

They chuckled in unison. "Believe it or not, yes," Bill responded. "We get that all the time. Monica does enjoy giving head, but we're not into the whole cigar thing."

I watched as Jane's face turned bright red. We weren't used to people discussing their sex lives so openly, but it seemed as though there were no social boundaries for the guests at this particular resort.

"Listen," I said, "I don't want to give you guys the wrong impression. We're not swingers."

Bill chuckled. "It's all good, man. We don't mind hanging out with a vanilla couple if you don't mind hanging with us."

"Vanilla?" Monica added with a raised brow. "There was nothing 'vanilla' about what I saw on that bed over there!"

I didn't think it was possible for Jane to turn any redder, and yet she did. We chatted a bit longer before parting ways to prepare for the evening ahead. After we had showered and dressed, we met with Bill and Monica outside of one of the resort's restaurants. My eyes nearly popped out of my head when I saw what Monica was wearing. Her dress was cut so low, her ample breasts nearly fell out of it when she moved a certain way. Although I had just seen her naked breasts earlier that evening, seeing her partially-clothed was oddly more arousing.

We were led to a quiet table in the rear of the restaurant, where we sat boy-girl-boy-girl. We ordered our drinks and toasted to our good fortune.

"So, what brings you to such a naughty place?" Bill asked.

"We're celebrating our 25th anniversary," Jane informed them. "How about you?"

"Congratulations!" Monica said. "We're just enjoying some time away from the kids. We've been coming here every year for the past four years."

"Wow," I said. "That must be nice. I'm curious...what prompted you to invite us to dinner?"

"We noticed you sitting at the bar," Bill said, "and you reminded us of how we felt when we first visited this place."

"It can be so overwhelming," Monica added. "We were so nervous and felt so out of place. You looked the same way. But then you headed to the bed and..." She smiled and bit her bottom lip, allowing her sentence to fade away.

"I'm a little embarrassed about that," Jane said.

"Don't be," Monica responded. "It's why we're all here, right? To push the boundaries a little, soak in this sexy atmosphere, and reconnect with each other. This is the most erotic place in the world as far as I'm concerned. It's like Fantasy Island, but it's real!"

The conversation continued after our food arrived. We mostly stuck with standard topics: our careers, our children, and our life stories. We learned that Bill was a financial consultant and Monica worked in marketing. They had two teenage children. Bill liked to golf on the weekends, and Monica enjoyed cooking. By all accounts, these were normal people not unlike any others we would have met at any other resort.

After dinner, we walked together to the small bar outside of the nightclub. As often happens, the men and women separated to engage in parallel conversations. I chose that moment to ask Bill about his relationship with his wife.

"You mind if I ask you a personal question?" I asked.

"I'm an open book," he said with a smile. "Fire away."

"Are you and Monica swingers?"

He grinned from ear to ear. "Is it that obvious?"

"No," I said. "Not really. It's just that Jane heard that there are some swinging couples here. The way you invited us to dinner and called us 'vanilla' made me suspect that maybe you two were one of those couples."

"We've dabbled in swinging for several years now," Bill said. "Our first time was here, actually, during our second visit. When we got home after that visit, we just sort of kept at it. It's not something that dominates our life or anything. Just something we do for fun, like a hobby."

I couldn't help but laugh. "A hobby? Golf isn't enough for you?"

"A man can't live on golf alone," he said with a wry grin.

"How do you do it?" I asked. "How could you share her with another man? I can't even imagine it."

"Believe me, there was a ton of thought and discussion that took place before that happened. We talked about the pros and cons, set our boundaries and rules, and went into great depth about our relationship and how we feel about each other. Really, those were some of the deepest conversations we've ever had. You can't do what we do unless you're one-hundred-percent certain about where you stand and how you feel about each other, and have complete and total trust in one another."