Meeting a third playful partner is an unexpected perk of this sensual couple’s vacation — one that they never want to end.

Sometimes, even with the most enjoyable vacations, you return home feeling just as tired and stressed as when you set out. But there are such things as ultimate vacations, where you return home with a new outlook on life, feeling completely rejuvenated.

Marie — my beautiful bride of three years — and I recently had the second kind of vacation. Last February we visited the Yucatan peninsula for ten days, spending five nights in Cancun then five on Isla Mujeres: The Island of Women. It was the perfect antidote to the chill, wet Pacific Northwest winter: tropical beaches and sweet, rum-infused drinks.

And fucking. Lots and lots of fucking. Marie and I enjoyed plenty of lazy mornings of unrushed lovemaking, not to mention some hot little quickies between the afternoon siesta and lavish seafood dinners. Marie is a very sexual woman to begin with — she loves to fuck, and she will proudly tell you so. But the warm air wafting across the Caribbean acted on her like some airborne aphrodisiac. She was rabidly horny the entire time. She kept saying how exotic it made her feel to be wearing a bikini in the middle of February while the sun baked her a gingerbread-brown. We found secluded areas where Marie could remove her bikini top and tease me. She would lift one of her large, gorgeous breasts to her mouth and shamelessly lick the nipple. This performance made my cock stiffen instantly. A couple hours of that sort of behavior constitutes cruel foreplay, especially for a guy in his late twenties like me. We would restrain ourselves until we returned to our hotel room, but as soon as we arrived, we would tear each other’s clothes off and fuck like wild creatures.

One late afternoon on Isla Mujeres, we lay on the beach as usual. A storm brewed, and we knew we needed to pack up and go back to the hotel. Everyone else on that part of the beach had already left to beat the rain. Marie, topless again, got brave and removed her bikini bottom. My erection was so hard it bordered on becoming painful. My stunning wife taunted me mercilessly, saying that I was going to have to walk back to the hotel with my boner pitching a tent in my trunks. I turned to lie facedown on my towel, and Marie came over and straddled me. She began rubbing her pussy against my back. I grumbled, “Stop it,” but she knew I didn’t mean what I said. Marie humped my back for a minute or two, and then I suddenly heard the sound of someone running along in the sand beside us. Marie pulled herself away from me. I raised my head and saw a tall, blond man in his late thirties or early forties jogging by. He slowed down to get a good look at the two of us. Marie put one arm across her breasts, while her free hand covered her snatch. The man picked up his pace again and jogged away.

“He was grinning like a fool,” said Marie. “Boy, did he get an eyeful!”

Raindrops began to pepper our skin. We packed up, and I wrapped a towel around myself to hide my woody, knowing I looked ridiculous. Marie laughed at me all the way back to our room.

That night in the hotel restaurant we sat side by side in a booth, having one last drink after a sumptuous meal. Marie said, “Michael, you know what?”

“What, hon?”

“My pussy is so wet right now.”

“Again? Jesus, sweetie.”

“You don’t believe me?”

“I’m not sure,” I said, feeling a throb of arousal even though we had played for a half hour that afternoon before drifting into a long nap. “I think I need proof.”

“That wouldn’t be so difficult, would it?”

I surreptitiously let my hand creep to her knee and find its way under her skirt. This was going to be exciting. I would tease and torment her for a change! Pulling aside her silky panties, I fingered her swollen cunt, which was indeed as juicy as a ripe mango. Fortunately, the linen tablecloth concealed my manipulations from the eyes of the other diners. As we sat looking out the window at the last of the passing storm, I let my thumb and forefinger stroke her aroused clitoris.

“Let’s find out how attentive the waitstaff is,” I said. I began playing more vigorously with her clit.

“Michael, really… ”

“I know you can come without screaming,” I whispered. “Remember that time at your boss’s cabin?”

“Yes, but… ”

“Butt? You want me to go there instead?” I let my fingers begin to creep toward her asshole, eliciting a dreamy sigh from my wife. Just then a busboy approached our table.

“Más agua?” he queried, holding aloft his pitcher.

“Yes,” I replied, my fingers moving back to Marie’s clit. “My wife needs some quenching.”

As he refilled her glass, I rubbed Marie’s magic button more aggressively between my index and middle fingers. This sent her over the edge immediately. Her whole body shuddered as though she’d been shocked by an electric current.

“God!” she gasped in a loud outburst that made several other diners look our way. She didn’t moan and groan like she often does. It was just that one burst of passion. She held her breath to keep from making further noises. I pulled my hand out from under the table and wiped my dewy fingers on the cloth napkin.

The busboy may or may not have known what had happened. He’d jumped more than slightly at Marie’s outburst, but then smiled politely. The surrounding patrons returned to their meals.

“Can you tell the waiter we would like the check?” I asked calmly.

After the busboy left, Marie warned me. “You’re gonna pay for that one, Michael.”

“You can take it out in trade.”

Just then we both noticed him — the man from the beach. He was sitting by himself, across the room from us. He was tall and athletic — with short hair and chiseled features that reminded me of a model. He wore an expensive-looking shirt and a smart linen jacket. His smile told us that he recognized us from the beach and that he understood exactly what had gone on beneath our tablecloth.

Marie couldn’t take her eyes off the handsome stranger. The memory of him watching us turned her on; I could tell. We finished our drinks, then headed back to our room for another round of intense lovemaking.

Of course, not even Adam and Eve were able to stay in paradise forever. Too soon, we had to head back to soggy Seattle. We had a connecting flight in San Francisco, but when we landed at SFO, we learned there was a big ice storm in the Pacific Northwest. The flight north was delayed for an hour, then two more hours. Eventually, we learned there would be no more flights north that night. We booked a room at a hotel.

After we checked in, we ventured to the hotel restaurant for drinks and a light meal. It was late. The place was nearly empty. As we sipped our cocktails, I noticed Marie was looking over my shoulder at someone or something. I asked what was up.

“Oh. My. God.” Her eyes were wide. “Jesus, Michael. I can’t believe this!” She kept turning to check out whoever it was.

“Tell me,” I said. “Somebody from Seattle?”

“No. Not like that.”

“A movie star?”

“No. Think of the beach,” she whispered.

“That blond guy — again?” I asked incredulously.

Her answer was a devilish grin.

“Does he see us?”

I needn’t have asked. The guy didn’t seem to miss anything. Was he stalking us, or what? We hadn’t seen him board our plane, but there he was again.

Back in Isla Mujeres, on the night I had made Marie climax in the restaurant, she and I had spent quite a lot of time talking about the stranger. As we’d cuddled and gently played with one another’s body in our room that night, we fantasized about who he was and what kind of sexual scenes he might be into. Marie had gotten a better look at his body than I had during his jog on the beach. She said that he was solidly built with curly hair on his chest and legs. She said that when she’d knelt there on the towel, trying to conceal her breasts and pussy, he’d locked eyes with her for a moment or two.

“I bet he’s nasty in bed,” she had said.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” I’d queried while toying with one of her erect nipples.

“He certainly thinks he’s hot shit. Running right by us like that — like he had a right to check me out.”

“Think he has a big dick?”

“He probably thinks he does. Maybe he’s hung like a horsefly.” Marie had teased the tip of my cock with a fingertip as she spoke.

“No,” I’d said. “Forget the ‘fly’ part. The dude’s a stallion.”

Then we’d made love again. As we’d fucked, I could tell Marie was spooling a mental reel in which the blond man was a major player. I know I was.

And now, here he was in San Francisco, in the flesh. In a hotel restaurant, clear on the other side of the continent from Isla Mujeres.

“Oh, God,” said Marie. “He just caught me looking at him.”

“The pig,” I jokingly muttered under my breath.

I decided to have a look. I told Marie that I was going to go to the men’s room. I got up and turned around. Sure enough, there was our guy. He was dressed conservatively, in a turtleneck with a cardigan sweater. He was drinking red wine and pretending to read a magazine. He smiled as I went by him, and I nodded his way. The idea of him and my wife having sex thrilled me intensely.

From the men’s room, I texted Marie: “That’s definitely your stud.” I waited a few seconds, but she didn’t respond, so I went back into the bar. Imagine my surprise when I found the blond guy sitting with Marie at our table.

Marie blushed. “Michael, this is David. He’s headed to Portland. His plane’s delayed also.”

“Good to meet you.” I shook his hand. “David, you said?”

“That’s right.” He smiled broadly. There was a moment of silence. “I noticed your wife kept looking my way. I thought maybe you were people I’d met somewhere. I meet a lot of people.”

“You do look familiar.”

“I’ve got that sort of face,” he said. “Bad luck about this weather, right?”

“Yeah. You live in Portland?” I asked.

“Just outside.”

“Nice.”

Another silence.

“Well, great to meet you.” He started to get up, but Marie put a hand on his forearm. “You don’t need to rush off, David — unless you have other plans.”

“Not at all. You’re sure it’s okay?”

“We’re sure,” she replied. She took a sip of her drink and smiled sweetly at him. Then, in a bolder voice she said, “We were in Isla Mujeres. Maybe we saw you there? Maybe on the beach one day, just before it started to rain?”

He laughed. “So, that was you,” he said to her. “I wasn’t sure.”

Marie spoke in the voice she only uses when she is truly randy. “We’d like to buy you a drink, if you don’t mind.”

“I ordered us all another round before I came over,” he said. “The drinks should be on their way.”

The three of us lingered over our cocktails, making small talk. I was trying to play it cool, but the connection between David and my wife was undeniable and electric. Their attraction was palpable, and I found myself growing more aroused by the second as I imagined this good-looking guy screwing my wife. From the way Marie flirted with him, I could tell she was more than interested. She kept casting sexy glances my way, making sure that I was okay with what she was doing. I simply smiled at her and sipped my drink, content to see how this situation would develop.

When our glasses were empty, and there were no more excuses, I thought I’d take the plunge. “David, my wife would love to get to know you better — and I’d love to watch. Care to come up to our room?”

“I can’t think of anything else I’d rather do,” he answered, before rising and taking Marie’s hand in his.

I already knew this was going to be one hell of a night.

The minute we were back in our room, Marie was all over David. He reclined on the small couch, and she crawled onto his lap, unbuttoned his cardigan, and pulled it off. I sat on the edge of the bed and watched them. David cupped her breast with one hand and reached for the zipper of her dress with the other. When we’d left the bar together, I was surprised at how tall he was — probably about six-foot-three, with a mountainous frame. Marie is rather petite at five-foot-three, and she looked like a sweet but naughty doll sitting on his lap.

She stood up to remove her dress, then helped David pull off his turtleneck. She giggled and squirmed a little as he pulled her toward his muscled chest. She was now wearing only her black bra and panties. I continued watching from the bed, my already stiff dick beginning to strain against my chinos.

“You ought to get this on camera,” David told me.

I was surprised at that suggestion, but I didn’t say no. “I could use the video camera on my phone,” I said. “Okay, with you, honey?” I asked Marie.

“Uh-huh,” she said. Definitely an affirmative. She was pressed against David’s hairy chest with her arms around him, looking like a stranded kitten clutching the trunk of a tree.

I got out my phone and began shooting while my free hand massaged my insistent hard-on.

David’s large hands caressed Marie’s firm ass as he kissed her deeply. I felt a jolt of energy that was partly jealousy, partly pure lust. I got up, took off my pants, and then resumed rubbing my cock through my boxer-briefs.

Unfastening her bra, David set loose Marie’s beautiful beach-browned breasts. He fondled them and kissed her nipples. “Fantastic tits,” he murmured.

David smothered his face with her breasts while his hands reached back to play with her butt cheeks. He tugged on the elastic of her panties, pulling them down lewdly to expose her tan line for my camera. Then he pulled the strand of fabric up between her legs and held it taut as he rocked it back and forth, teasing her with the rhythmic friction.

Marie was going nuts. She began feasting on David’s nipples, nipping them with her teeth.

“Your lady’s a fucking animal,” David told me.

I was now so aroused that my pre-come was soaking through my underwear, leaving a dark wet stain.

“Take off her panties,” I said. “Eat her pussy.”

He pulled Marie tight against him and got to his feet. He grabbed her waist and lifted her up, high above his head. She shrieked. Then he placed her feet back down on the floor, leaving her standing before him. He knelt beside her and yanked her panties to the floor. His big hands massaged her belly and legs and breasts, circling in on her sweet pink puss with his fingertips. Then he brought his mouth to her sex. Marie gasped and began moaning, softly at first and then — as David’s tongue found her clitoris — more loudly.

He pleasured her clit with self-assured dexterity. There was nothing tentative or perfunctory about his oral lovemaking. His hands reached back again to her ass, and he pulled her cheeks apart, displaying her delicate butt hole to me. I crawled closer toward the two of them and took a close-up shot of her exposed asshole with my camera.

David came up for air for a moment. “Join in, kid,” he said. “Eat that beautiful asshole.”

I set the camera phone down. I moved toward Marie’s asscrack and thrust the tip of my tongue right into her bull’s-eye. David’s face was deep in her pussy. I pressed my mouth firmly into her ass, really working Marie from behind.

After a few moments of our dual oral action, I pulled myself away. “Suck his cock, babe,” I told her. “Please.”

David stood, and Marie pulled down his boxer shorts. His cock — about eight thick inches — jutted out, awaiting her lips. She began tasting his shaved ball sac as I finished undressing. I gave a few tugs on my engorged manhood. Then I reached for the phone again and began filming the action between David’s legs.

Marie licked David’s dick in a delicate, almost dainty way. This seemed to turn him on greatly. A big dollop of pre-come had formed at the tip of his glans. It spilled over and down the length of his rod. Marie lapped it up with her darting tongue. Then she put her mouth over the head of his cock and began to blow him with increasing enthusiasm. David was grunting, and I was capturing all of this beautiful nastiness for posterity.

The blowjob went on for a little while longer, and then David pulled Marie to her feet again. He hooked her slim waist with one arm, lifted her off the floor, and tossed her onto the bed as she laughed joyously. He found his discarded trousers on the floor and withdrew a condom from a pocket. He helped Marie pull back the covers from the bed. Then he slipped the rubber over his hard-on and lay back on the mattress so she could straddle him. He spread his legs, moving his hands to his crotch and aiming his rod at her pussy.

She hovered over his massive erection, locking eyes with me momentarily, and then impaled herself — inhaling deeply and then exhaling with a high-pitched cry that dissolved into a whimper. The two of them alternated in taking the lead: She would bounce up and down on his pole for a minute or so, then she would relax and he would thrust up repeatedly, deep into her sweet vagina.

“There’s room in the backseat, pal,” David told me between grunts.

I put down the phone and grabbed some lube from the nightstand, slicking up my dick. I settled behind my wife and moved my rigid boner toward her ass. My cock wasn’t quite as big as David’s, but it was just as hard. It took a few moments to work my dick into her tight back hole, but Marie urged me on with dirty whispers and sighs. At the very second my shaft slid in place, Marie groaned. She came, and she came hard, her spasming asshole squeezing my dick.

David and I worked together to provoke yet another orgasm from her before it was time to unleash our loads. We withdrew our cocks from her and positioned ourselves in order to splatter her face and body. I grabbed the camera in time to film David coming in big hard spurts. His load ran down her face, neck and breasts. I handed the camera to him. He zoomed in and filmed me as I added my own contribution to the mess streaking down her body.

The three of us continued to play for another hour or so. When we were relaxing and chatting some more, we finally learned what David had been up to in the Yucatan. He worked for an investment organization in Portland. The island hotel where we’d stayed was on the market, and his office was negotiating for a purchase. Their main office was in Seattle, so David traveled north from Portland to their headquarters at least twice a month. That little fact did not escape my wife’s attention.

The next day, Marie and I were all smiles, although we were headed back to a climate that was far from tropical. I told her that the next time we were feeling cold and forlorn, we would warm ourselves up by watching the footage of our SFO lust-fest. If that didn’t do the trick, no problem. We already had plans to hook up with David again during one of his business trips north — less than two weeks away. Marie said she wasn’t sure we’d left paradise at all.