I have been happily married for nearly twenty years, and over those years I have never been tempted to cheat on my loverly wife with another woman. However, I have always felt the need to have the occasional episode of no- strings sex with other guys. This is an experience I had on a recent holiday to Mexico.
When Dan and Gary arrived, I was interested. I met them a few times and exchanged a few words in the dining room or on the way to the beach. Dan was a bit camp but Gary was much more straight acting. Dan had a minute thong with a mere piece of string that was supposed to cover his arse. Gary was more conventional, but his beach gear still allowed a nice view of his tackle.
I don't know if I am right but I don't think they were permanently together. I suspect Gary may have been on a `business trip' that was, in reality, some sort of clandestine assignation.
One afternoon at about 4 o'clock, I was thinking of going for a swim, when I saw them swimming out to the island at the center of the bay. It was what looked like an elongated cone at quite a distance from the mainland. I gave them 5 Minutes start and then followed them out.
It was further than I thought; it took me about 10 Minutes to swim it. While crossing, I had seen the two of them climb up onto the island and then cross over the crest to the seaward side. I was feeling lucky.
When I myself reached the island I went ashore a little breathless. It was about the size of a football field, quite low and scattered with Tamarisk scrub. At first I couldn't see them but I soon realised why. On the seaward side there was another much smaller Islet, lying about 50 yards further toward the open sea and the pair with their backs to me were wading and swimming to reach it. As I watched, again they disappeared to the far, seaward side. By now, I was convinced that they were not sight-seeing.
Following then, I crossed to the smaller island, wading most of the way chest high in water. Reaching the shore, I circled toward the far side. When I saw them, I was about 50 feet away, screened by some Tamarisk. Dan had already shed his thong and was sporting a nice uncut erection. He was tugging at Gary's trunks as he was half leaning, half laying on a large rock at the water's edge. He soon exposed Gary's thick, cut hardon. His balls were shaved and his pubes neatly trimmed - very tasty.
Evidently, Dan thought so too. He was soon down on his knees sucking Gary's prick into his mouth. Gary was in ecstasy, and raising his right foot high up, he placed it on Dan's shoulder allowing him better access to his balls and arse crack.
I moved forward and Gary spotted me. He murmured something to Dan. I wasn't sure I was welcome, but they didn't stop or tell me to fuck off, so I moved nearer, dropping my shorts and stroking my cock as I went. Still no one spoke. I knelt down and put my hand out to stroke Dan's prick while he was sucking Gary, but he gently pushed my hand away. It seemed they were happy for me to watch but not to join in.
I took up a position beside Gary, watching his prick disappear and re-emerge from Dan's attentive lips. Quite soon, with a gasp, Gary pulled his dick out and came all over Dan's face and shoulders. To my surprise, Dan then took my cock and pressed it against his cheek, still covered in Gary's cum. He nuzzled my balls, nibbled the underside of my prick and stoked my bell end until I too came all over his face.
Things were probably only just getting started (certainly they didn't arrive back on the beach for quite a while afterward).
I would have liked to stay but didn't want to attract the attention of my wife, so I swam back. As it was, she asked me why I'd been so long and I told her the island was further out than I though and I'd needed a rest before swimming back.