Getting married in Playa del Carmen

One of the best things in the world of being married is being that cheating wife everybody would talk about. Getting those big, hard cocks of strangers ruin your slit before you head home where your faithful husband is dutifully waiting. Having that safe harbor your ignorant hubby has created for you, to which you can always return after having been fucked senseless for several hours. Your seed-filled pussy is already leaking globs of cum on your legs as you walk up on the driveway to your house and wave at your hubby, who is waiting on the porch.

He greets you as always, like a puppy, happy that you are back from your long hours at your management job. You give him a quick peck on his cheek as you walk past him, straight to the marital bedroom. You tell him in a bossy tone to join you; you need stress release. He knows that you have a very demanding job, and he is eager to pleasure you with his tongue, just the way you always want it from him.

Having no manners, you simply climb up on the bed, and you roll on your back, still having all your clothes on, including your high heels. After pulling your short skirt up all the way to your waist, you quickly spread your stocking-clad legs and you lift your knees up, just as you would do when having a baby. Your high heels find good support for your legs on the soft mattress, and the sexy black, transparent slip you wore this morning has been long forgotten in that hotel room. As your husband approaches the bed, you are giving him a good view of your naked, sopping wet pussy, the outer lips slightly gaping.

As he crawls on the bed in between your legs, he can already smell that typical musky and slightly tangy smell your pussy is emitting. Your husband has gotten used to the smell and the wetness of her pussy by now, but he never experienced anything similar with his previous girlfriends. As soon as his lips touch your own stretched lips, you use both your hands to pull his head against your well-used cunt.

You can hear his labored breathing through his nose as he starts licking up the cum left by another man. The seed of your latest stud is still warm, freshly pumped into your womb no more than 15 minutes ago. The hotel you always book is right around the corner, and the entire staff knows that you are a true slut, always giving you the same room at the very beginning of the hallway so everybody at the reception desk can hear your orgasmic screams.

Linda was in a long-term relationship...

Before I moved to Playa del Carmen, I worked as a product manager. (Yes, this is again a true story, based on a real event, as all my stories are). Linda was, back home in Holland, the secretary of one of the CEOs where I worked. Of course, I had noticed that she was pretty, but I was working too hard to do something. 50–60 hours a week take their toll; you work and sleep, so no wonder I quit it all one year later and moved to Mexico.

Since two large companies just merged, and for people to get to know each other, they organized Fridays, starting at 3 PM, with an open end, as an after-work event in our office. Drinks, finger food, chips, you name it, all for free. That's how I met her, even if I had seen her a couple of times before. I had been there a couple of times at this after-work event, chatting to unknown folks, but no flirting whatsoever.

I don't remember how Linda and I started chatting, but it was at one of these after-work parties. Those parties attracted a lot of people; we had at least 100 colleagues down there each Friday.

I do remember I teased Linda a little bit, as we were sitting next to each other, by coincidence, on the same lounger, like asking her if she was old enough to drink alcohol, when she would be picked up by her parents, etc. We had a fun, flirty chat.

I then realized, for the first time, she was drop-dead gorgeous. Indonesian mix, probably 25 years old, great body, 1.65 m (5'4"), killer smile, beautiful white teeth, great boobs, great butt, slender waist—damn—how could I have missed this babe?

We did have quite some alcohol. Besides a lot of things, she told me that she has a fiancé, Mark, and was in a long-term relationship, but she thought he was like a rude farmer with no style but added that she wasn't really looking for something new. I whispered to her, While our chat is getting much more intimate, we could always just kiss, right?

"We can't kiss here," she answered. "Would you like to come to my place? I live 5 min from here..."

"Sure. We go with your car?" I asked.

"Yes," she answered excitedly, looking forward to some kissing and perhaps some groping.

During the drive I kept my left arm on her right leg, caressing it, playing with the area close to her pussy, keeping her wanting me. During that short drive, she once playfully slapped my hand away, indicating that she liked a lot what I was doing.

Once at her place, we did not lose a single minute.

"Come here," I called to her. "Sit on your couch," I said while kneeling in front of her. I took her shoes off and saw that she was wearing a pair of stockings, probably self-supported, without a suspender belt, I suspected. "Open your pants and lower them for me." She quickly opened her jeans' button and the zipper, lifted her cute little butt, and pulled her pants down for me.

I took both her jeans legs in my hands and pulled her pants down. She wore a small, faded purple thong. Taking off her jeans entirely, I got closer on my knees to her. I kissed her inner thigh, just above where the stocking ended, on her naked skin.

"Oh," she gave a quick little moan, "just kissing, right?" smiling at me seductively.

"Just kissing." I smiled at her.

I kept kissing both inner thighs, on the naked skin, between that lovely pussy scent and her stockings.

"Linda," I whispered, "if you want me to kiss you properly, why don't you take off your thong?" I asked her.

"Oh. You want to kiss me there?"

"Only kissing." I teased her with my smile.

She was still unsure. Reluctant. If she were to take it off, she wouldn't be able to control herself. Better not. But her pussy was so wet. And he was doing all the right things just now. Maybe just kissing down there? Just a little? Was that cheating? Probably not, since there was no intercourse, right?

"Here," I said, "let me help you," and grabbed her thong on both sides. "Help me out by lifting your cute little butt."

She did. Just some kissing, nothing more, she thought. Harmless between colleagues. He has big hands, though, she thought. Strong fingers. Maybe... he will... No. Only kissing. She stopped her thoughts. No finger in my pussy. Only kissing.

I pulled down her thong, and it was soaking wet.

Now she was, besides the sexy stockings, naked from the waist below, only wearing her long-arm top.

I got even closer and licked her entire slit up and down, ending with licking her clit.

"Aaaahhh." She moaned, not expecting such a frontal attack. This is too good. She thought. Why did her fiancé, Mark, never do this to her? He never kissed and licked her the way I was doing. She felt another lick on her clit. "Oh. "And another lick. " Oh. "Keep doing that," she whispered to me.

She knew she would soon open her legs for me if I kept licking just like... "Oh. Oh. Oh. Three quick licks on her clit. "Fuck," she thought, "I am surrendering so easily." What if he has a big cock? He is almost 2 meters... Has big hands... Works out a lot; I can feel his muscles..." Oh, another clit lick. On one side, her pussy hoped I would insert a finger; her last little bit of resistance didn't want to think about this. If he fingers me, I will fuck him. Can't do that. "Well, I can," she thought, or was that her pussy thinking for her?

Look at his fingers, she thought. Same size as my fiancé's dick. He could finger me, and I wouldn't feel the difference between his finger and my fiancé's dick. And what if he inserts two fingers? I would probably come right away, she thought. Will two of those fingers fit in me? Should I ask him to finger me? And how big will his cock be then? Would fingering be cheating? It's not really sex, right?

I licked her clit again. "Oh." She yelped, being distracted by her thoughts. Her legs had a will of their own, both opening wide for me, her pussy completely exposed. She half noticed as I kept licking her slit and love knob.

"Oh. Oh. Oh." She kept moaning, opening her legs as far as she could.

She just realized this and thought that she hadn't been this obscene with a man ever before. "Obscenely good," if you ask my pussy, she added to the flow of thoughts. Is this how sex should be? When would the cheating start? Is this already cheating? Or is it cheating only then, when he penetrates me?

And he hasn't even kissed me on the mouth, she suddenly realized. He went straight to my pussy.

"It's not fair," she was able to say in between her moans, "You still have all your clothes on." Why did she say that? She thought... I am only making it worse. Her wet pussy whispered to her, "Let's take a quick look at his cock size... Just between colleagues, no harm done..."

I stopped shortly and took off my shoes and socks and opened my pants so I could lower them and take them off. I had to stand up to take them off completely, and as I stood, my bulging shorts were exactly at the height of her face. Very close to her lips, right in front of her pretty mouth.

"Wow." She said, admiring, "Is that real?" Linda asked, looking at my bulge.

Of course, my cock was hard as steel. What can you expect when you lick a delicious cheating pussy?

"Go ahead," I said. "Place your hand on it if you want."

She looked up to me, knowing it would not be good if she did that. "That's not kissing," the last little bit of her resistance said. The next thought was, "Is it THAT big?"

Her pussy won. Slowly she extended her arm and placed her hand flat on my bulge. "Wow. It's not a sock."

"Maybe it is..." I flirted with her. "Why don't you look for yourself? Just unwrap my present for you, Linda..."

"I have to see it," she said firmly. "Just once."

"Go ahead, it's yours, Linda." I emphasized her decision.

She placed both her hands on my bulge, her face very close to what she was doing. Sliding both hands along the cock's shaft until she reached my big balls, which she could see bulging below the fabric.

"You have big balls too," she cried out, full of admiration. "Is everything big with you?"

"It's all yours, girl," I answered. "You deserve it."

Yes, she thought. "I do deserve it. My fiancé is boring in bed. I deserve a break," her pussy whispered to her brain.

She lifted my shorts up and away from my body to give my cock enough room, then gently lowered them until my very hard cock was in full display.

"Oh my God. Your cock is fantastic." Linda howled, admiring that fully erect baby-maker. "So big. And fat. The cockhead is amazing."

"It won't fit," Linda claimed.

"Relax, why don't you touch it a little bit and get to know each other?" I suggested.

"Oh, I will." Lind said, convinced of her next actions. There was no hesitation anymore; this was just the beginning.

Her small hand grabbed my cock's base, and it could not go around it completely. She added another hand. Looking at the mushroom head, she moved one hand up and pulled my foreskin down.

A large drop of precum popped up. "Oh." Linda whimpered. Should she lick it? If I lick it, she thought, there is no turning back, and I will get fucked tonight. Would one time be cheating? Or is it cheating when you do it often? Are affairs not mainstream these days?

The big glob of precum was in plain view. Lying there. Waiting for her tongue.

I must have it," she thought. Her pointy tongue darted out, and she slowly licked, with great care, the entire cockhead.

"Mmmmhhhh." Linda moaned, tasting my cock for the first time. She couldn't help it; the moaning came without thinking. The precum she tasted was a mix between sweet and salty. Funny, she thought, it tastes much better than that from my fiancé; his is way more bitter. I'd rather have this taste every morning...

Sucking in my big drop of precum, she was not done after that. She wanted to have that magnificent cock in her mouth. Permanently. Too much cock to miss out on. She kept stroking my shaft and sucking the cock's head. She had this gorgeous tingling in her pussy, announcing something very beautiful. Would she come by merely sucking his cock? She never had that before. But it was all too good to be true. What about his balls? Should she caress them? Or would he come as quick as her fiancé? She hoped not. Her fiancé sometimes would cum in under two minutes, leaving her with nothing.

"Touch my balls, Linda." I said, "Play with them; they like you."

By telling Linda what to do and what was expected from her, the tingling in her pussy got stronger.

She held with one hand my cock's shaft, and with the other one she weighted both my balls.

"Oh, so big and heavy," she could somehow manage to say after my cock silenced her mouth again, filling it completely; her moans came out like a "Mmmmph."

The buzzing in her pussy tripled as she kept sucking my cock. Like a hungry woman having food for the first time in a long time. She didn't suck off her fiancé much. Much smaller dick, bitter horrible taste, and no stamina. But this one. Wow.

I decided to give that little push to get Linda over the hill and make her orgasm while sucking. I bent towards her and whispered, "Imagine this cock in your hot pussy, Linda. Imagine it deep inside you..."

She moaned loudly. "Mmmmph." She was almost there. Amazing. By merely sucking cock. But what a cock it is. She thought. Imagine this steel rod slowly penetrating her pussy.

I continued whispering to her, "If I touch your clit, Linda, will you then come for me? Will you flood my big fingers with your love juices, Linda? Will you be my little slut, Linda?"

She had never been this lewd ever before. Having been a correct and proper girlfriend all these years. And for what? For somebody else's pleasures? What about mine? Is it my turn now? I want my turn now.

"Come for me, Linda. Come for yourself. Suck my cock, worship it, and take it deep in your cheating mouth."

The moment I said the words "cheating mouth," she started shaking all over, and her pussy erupted. Still having my cock inside her mouth, she could only moan like, "Mmmmph. Mmmmmhhhhh."

She let my cock go because she needed to scream.

"Aaaaaaarghhhh, goddammit. " Cumming so very hard on her sofa, her juices running out of her slit, lubricating it, with Linda not knowing, for my next action I was planning on her delicious pussy.

She had to hold herself during her strong orgasm with both hands on my waist. Her face was in agony, frowning, from the immense pleasure she was experiencing.

This was new for her. He didn't even touch my pussy with his hand.

"Ooooooooh, so niiiice," she yelled. "You are the devil." She looked lustfully at me.

It was time to take her pussy now and make her a woman with a properly stretched cunt. I kneeled real close to her while she was lying half on her sofa in the afterglow of her orgasm. Her brain did not function due to the overload of pleasure she just experienced.

Taking both her legs in my arms, I pulled her a little bit towards me, aligning my cock's head and touching her pussy.

I then pulled on her legs again and shoved my cock inside her slit. The head went half in.

"Aaaaaah," Linda yelled. "It's big. Oooohhhh, take me."

"I will, Linda," and gave another shove with my hard cock, penetrating her even deeper. This was the rawest sex I had ever had. She was half lying on and against her sofa; I was on my knees in front of her, fucking her.

I pushed harder and went in all the way, hitting her womb. I would not last long. Too much alcohol. I kept fucking her hard, mercilessly.

"Uh. Uh. Uh." Moaning loudly, lost in pleasure, her next orgasm was presenting itself. "Oh. Oh. Ooooooh. Soooo gooooddd."

Linda's cunt started convulsing hard as she came on my hard cock. "Aaaaargh, goooooodamn," she cried, straining. Her whole body was shaking, wriggling under me, as I kept fucking her.

Five more shoves, perhaps. Four. Fucking her harder. Three. Oooohhh, my balls are getting ready. Hard as steel. Ready to shoot. Two. ONE. My balls are pumping my life seed deep inside Linda. Many, many shots of burning hot seed. Linda was groaning as she felt my hot cum flooding her cunt walls.

"Aaaaaaaah, soooooo gooooood." Linda screamed, "Youuuuuuu deviiiiil!" Smiling very satisfiedly at me.

I stayed deep inside her, our love juices mixing, a little cum of mine dripping out of her well-fucked cunt.

For the first time, our mouths kissed. "Mmmmph," she moaned inside my mouth, crazy from desire. Sooooo good. She thought. So. Very. Good.

I slowly took my flaccid cock out. More cum dripped out. We stopped kissing.

"Now I am pregnant," Linda stated, as a matter of fact.

To be continued.

Perhaps Cindy was neglected too long?

I was the one who spoke to Cindy first.

The first time I saw Cindy, she was walking quickly through the Blue Parrot Bar (Playa del Carmen), a bit restless, walking around much more than other people, like she was nervous, perhaps searching for something, being in a hurry, or perhaps in heat.

A blonde friend always accompanied her, and she would be my ticket to Cindy. I knew right away that Cindy was married; you simply knew. But I like fucking married women best. Or girlfriends. Something about the excitement of having the woman of another man, who is already taken.

I never researched the why until today; back in Playa, I was simply amazed of how many women would cheat on their husband/boyfriend.

To make you really upset, I even fucked a fiancée who was about to get married in Playa a week later. No shit.

It seems that men often pursue married women due to the thrill of the "forbidden" taboo, the ego-boosting challenge of competition ("mate poaching"), and the desire to prove dominance over another man. It is viewed as a high-stakes game that provides validation, excitement, and a low-maintenance, emotionally detached intimacy.

Just like lions in the wild. The strongest one gets to breed the wifey.

The intimacy thing is really true; I am a much better fuck when I do not love a woman. I can stay hard much longer and more or less decide when I want to cum. Something about the coldness of the whole thing. And of course that moment when you slowly penetrate that cheating pussy boosts your ego sky high. That sweet victory over him, knowing that she is being unfaithful to him, is, besides fucking an unprotected slit bareback, one of the best pleasures you can experience. That's why I specialized in women being in a relationship.

In those five years, I only used a condom once in Playa, with another dive instructor. She knew all to well what we do. Those pro divers who fuck so many tourists are called "sharks." Some fuck whatever they find each night. I didn't; with the amount of tourist pussy being delivered each week, I only wanted the very best, the most beautiful, and the most challenging: the wives, the girlfriends, and even the fiancées.

I fucked every single one of them bareback.

And they never protested or said something about it. Or asked for protection. Not once.

I shared a place with two other dive instructors in the beginning, and one of them had a relationship with a PR (the girls behind the dive center counter), and he still fucked tourists at least a couple of times a week.

The other guy had a relationship as well and was being faithful. Not all pro divers fuck tourists. It can be a very lonely life, so at least 70% of male pro divers try to find a local girl for a steady relationship.

Not me.

And we all know it takes two to tango. At the end, it is the woman who decides if she cheats or not.

Of course, single female tourists too welcomed my cock into their warm, thirsty pussies, but if I had to guess, at least 50% of all those babes I had were in some kind of relationship. They were simply more attractive to me.

So yes, I was a shark.

And yes, women cheat a lot. This is the cold truth. You can be angry about it or be sad, but women are just like men, just better in keeping secrets.

Now I do believe Cindy had not cheated before, just like Elisabeth, because they told me their last names and where they lived. Other women were a closed book and only told me their first names. They did show in some way that we had to be careful, but that's all. So they must have cheated before. Quite the opposite of the single babes; they could be open to me, have nothing to hide, and I still know some of their last names and where they live.

Have fun with my Cindy stories; I will update one chapter each week. The reason is that those were the very first memories I put on paper, so they urgently needed an update. Most chapters are based on true events!