Date: Thu, 25 Dec 2003 15:21:04 -0800 (PST)
From: Piers dandolo <piersdandolo@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mexican Fiesta

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.