Adult Spring Break: Punta Cana

Last month as part of our anniversary and birthday milestones, my wife and I decided to spend a few days at an all inclusive adult-only resort in Punta Cana. It was our first trip outside of the US and it was one for the books. I documented the progression of this mild mannered, home-body mom of two as she let her pent up and inhibitions run free while traveling.

The trip began mildly enough. We didn’t do much on the half day we arrived. We did go to the smaller of the three pools where my wife opted to wear a very conservative all black swimsuit that covered her mid-drift and had a flirty skirt covering the panty like bottoms.  Besides, that it was fairly normal but things did pick up dramatically as the week went on. 

On the first full day, she decided to go to the swim up bar at the largest and more crowded of the pools.  I was caught off guard as she is not into large crowds, bars and she can’t swim. Anyways,  she went into the bathroom to change into her swimwear while I changed in our living room. She emerged moments later in a tan cover-up that to me simply looked like a long tee-shirt. We grabbed our gear and ventured out.

The pool was packed but we managed to score a chair and made it our base camp.  I jumped into the 4ft deep water first and was checking out out the availability of seating at the swim-up bar.   My mouth dropped when she stood at the pool’s edge and took off her cover up to reveal a royal blue two piece bikini. I’m glad I was partially submerged because I was starting to get excited. This was her first ever bikini and she looked amazing. She asked if I liked and I nodded approvingly as she slide into the the pool.

When she emerged from her full body dip, the material,  while not transparent, definitely provide more imagery than I think she realized.  I could see her chocolate nipples which were hard rock and solidly pressed against the fabric.  She shrugged it off. “I’m on vacation, I worked hard on this and I won’t see any of these people ever again!”  And with that we waded over to the poolside bar where the bartender (who seemingly paid her more attention than to me) introduced us to “Mamajuana” shots and hard Pina Colada. We took in our fair share of both and then some.

Music began to blare as the entertainment crew began picking ladies out of the crowd for a belly dancing contest. “You, in the blue. Come on,” one of the judges yells in the mic while pointing to my wife. “Ya, go honey,” I egged on.  She tried to ignore both of us but the chants of “girl in blue, girl in blue” and probably all those shots had loosen her up and she agreed.

She waded over to the steps leading out of the pool and grabbed the judge’s hands as he helped her out of the pool. My wife has a nice shapely plum of an ass and extremely long legs. The combination of those two and that high step out of the pool turned what was once a covering blue bikini into a thong. A loud “Yaaa” and hand claps echoed came from the crowd as she reached back and fished out her bikini.  Knowing my wife, I figured that was it for her, she’s running back to the room and changing out of that thing into sweatpants. But to my surprise, she trooped on and lined up with the other ladies. When her turn was announced, she walked to the edge of the pool and waved to the crowd. She did a twirl and the crowd clapped and yelled approvingly. She was having a great time.

The judge tied a string of bells attached to a silky scarf around her waist. For thirty seconds, her job was to make them jiggle. Lucky for her, she is very fluid in her motions from years of dancing in high school and late night dance parties in college. Her belly dance began innocently enough, making the bells jingle with each hip thrust.  However, she decided to up her dance routine to include a few moves for which that bikini was no match. A few shakes and yeap, thong again. This time she didn’t fish it out until her dance was complete.

Her time ended to a orchestra of applauds and whistles. She and the other ladies stood and the judge called each one out one by one and thanked them. My wife ended up with well deserved second place victory. She returned to the pool, now with more admirers than when she first arrived. She waded over to me and downed another drink and said “I guest my ass will be all over YouTube by evening, luckily I am not famous and have on shades.” We both laughed as some of the patrons swam over to introduced themselves to us. I should say introduce themselves to her, including one very nice couple who inquired as to if we “played well with others.” Nope! The night ended with us walking back to our room. This time, she opted to not wear her cover up, enjoying her new found confidence. Not to mention her new name by some of the  staffers and some of the other visitors as “Girl in Blue.”

The next night, we went to the dance club provided at the resort. And yes, we ran into a number of people who reference her as” girl in blue.” Her outfit of choice was a pair of very short (but dressy)  shorts which again accented her long legs and drew the attention of some of the party goers.   After dancing the night away, we eventually returned our room around midnight. We opened the door to a pleasant surprise. Our bed coverings were turned down and a heart made of rose petals covered the sheets. Next to the bed was a bottle of wine with “Happy Anniversary” on the label and two wine glasses.

We were sweaty so we darted to the amazingly spacious shower.   She asked me to wash her entire body with lavender soap and I didn’t miss a spot then rinsed her down with extreme attention to detail. She placed her palms on the back wall and spread her legs letting the warm water rush over her body.  I rinsed her down some more then went to my knees, placing my tongue in her essence, licking until she turned around and backed up to the wall. She placed one leg over my shoulder grabbed the back of my head and pushed it closer, whispering instructions as to what she wanted. Like a good student I paid attention. Enough, she eventually said and we both dried off and put on our complimentary white robes. We grabbed the wine, the glasses and went onto the balcony to enjoy the warm Caribbean night air.

It was now almost 2 am and we were both more than a few glasses in. “Ok, since they made the bed look so nice we have no choice but to have sex on the flowers,” she said a devilish grin. “I agree, don’t want the sacrifice of those poor roses to go to waste,” I said. She stood up and placed her empty flute on the table between us. She untied her robe and let it dropped to the balcony floor. My cock grew with a sense of urgency seeing my wife standing there naked in the Caribbean moonlight. “Come on,” she said as she opened the glass siding doors and entered the room.  I quickly followed, closing the doors and curtains behind me. If you have never, I suggest you try sex on a bed with rose petals. The scent, coupled with the flowers natural silkiness is an experience.

In the morning, I awoke around 9am and in a very horny mood. My wife was still in a deep sleep. It’s my fetish but I gain great joy watching my wife’s womanhood bloom.  It fascinates me that I can gentle rub on her inner thighs and tease around her lips while she’s asleep and she’ll blossom like a fresh flower filled with dew.  Next to seeing her orgasm, it’s the most beautiful thing I witness in our sex lives. This was exactly what I was doing this morning when there was a knock on our door. It was the complimentary breakfast provided as part of our package.  I put on my robe then pulled the sheets over my naked lioness before I walked to the door.

I opened the door and the young waiter who we’ve seen on several occasions pushed a cart filled with silver trays, cups and plates down the corridor to the table nearest the patio. Crap I thought to myself! Now he can see the rose petals scattered on the floor, a reminder of last night sex session and my sleeping wife. Luckily she’s covered, and hopefully he won’t wake her. The waiter proceeded to clear off the table while explaining to me, in broken English, the breakfast items. I was trying to be nice, but I wanted him out. The staff is very underpaid so we always left tips. But as fate would have it, my wallet was in the closet safe which required me to step away into the other half of the room. I made a quick retreat as he clanked the dished, which wasn’t a problem, until it disturbed my wife.

The noise of dishes clanking stopped a few seconds before I returned with the tip in hand. My eyes caught that of the waiter’s fixed gaze and wide open mouth.  From what I can determine, my snoring lioness somehow rolled over and in the process completely removing her coverings.  She was now laying on her stomach, arms outstretched, snoring like a bear.  Her legs where parted and the results of my previous actions were clearly visible.  I raced over and tossed the cover back onto her, quickly handed him a five dollar bill and practically pushed the poor guy out of the door.  She awoke an hour or so later and I told her of the situation involving her breakfast. Amazing our conversation ended with, “I hope you gave a tip.”

That afternoon, we returned to our room from an all day excursion in the backcountry. We were starving. I grabbed a water from fridge and sat down in the white lawn chair on balcony awaiting my wife to finish her shower. I loved these balconies, they did not have railings. Instead they had brass railings connecting panes of glass, which allowed you the ability to sit on your balcony and take in an unobstructed view. Being that the main travel artery and the lazy pool were centered in the courtyard below, occupants had an endless eyeball of action to view. Did I mention that there was also a hot tub on each balcony? Awesome! That truly made for some interesting views I might add.

I laid back in the chair and closed my eyes, taking in the sounds and smells of resort. I heard the sliding door open and close. Followed by a rhythmic, three-fingered drum tap of fingernails on brass.  I  opened my eyes to find my wife standing at the railing, overlooking the courtyard.  She was wearing her orange tee-shirt, flip flops and at first I thought that was all until I noticed a hint of a teal thong straining to cover her pussy. Her long smooth limbs and ass shimmered from a fresh coat of coconut oil.  I gained an instant erection. I asked if she was missing anything to which she replied no and continued with her observation.  We spent several minutes discussed dinner options before finally settling on one, at which time she decided to go inside and finish putting on her items.

On our last day, the taxi was on its way to pick up us shortly and all our clothing had been packed. Everything except our traveling clothes. I went onto our balcony for the last time and scan the views of people in the lazy pool, couples holding hands and walking the garden and folks enjoying libations while in their hot tubs.  My wife came out to join me. While yesterday she did have on a shirt, flip flops and her thong, today she opted for less.  Yes she had on her long tee shirt, but that was all.  This shirt at least came mid thigh. She gripped her panties in one hand  and shorts in the other. She stood beside me, in no hurry to leave her view.  She conversed with me as we normally do as she took her time and stepped into her panties before later putting on her shorts and returning to the room. “Ready to catch our taxi?” she asked as she walked back into the room, grabbed her suitcase walked out the door. Next Stop.. Vegas Again!