Making a Mess: Jamaica and Spilt Margaritas (L)
(L) – This story contains strong language.
Cindy here.
So this one doesn’t get as messy as the last two in the series (“Still Dripping” and “Making a Mess: Honey and Cum“). I was trying to think of all the non-sex-related things Cal and I have drenched our bodies in for sex, and then I remembered a year and a half into our marriage we went to Jamaica and spilt more margaritas than we drank. Enjoy!
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This happened a few years ago in Jamaica at a “private” adults-only resort we’ll just call Sunfire Cove. (At this point in our marriage, we still dabbled a bit in swinging. This story does not go into that at all, but it’s why we chose this resort. By the way, Sunfire is not its real name).
We loved resorts like this, you know the kind—no kids, no rules, no shame. Just bodies. Naked ones. Wet ones. Hard ones. Desperate ones. And mine? My shameless body on display for any eyes and Cal’s hands.
We arrived early. Within an hour, I was in my tiniest bikini—barely a triangle of black over my nipples, the bottoms so small they disappeared when I bent over. Cal? His swim shorts weren’t doing much to hide the growing problem between his legs.
It didn’t help that every woman there seemed allergic to clothing.
Cal was in heaven.
But what really made him throb?
Watching me flirt.
I don’t mean innocent smiling. I mean laying back on a pool lounger, arching my back so my nipples strained against the fabric, spreading my thighs just enough to give whoever passed by a reason to stare. I’d lean in close to men I wasn’t going to fuck just to make Cal twitch.
And oh, did he twitch. He couldn’t stop watching me. Every look. Every time I licked my drink straw and let my tongue linger. Every time I rubbed lotion onto my body.
I could see the tension in his jaw. His sunglasses didn’t hide his eyes. He was aching.
Let’s jump ahead a couple of days now that the scene is set.
We’d just finished lunch. Everyone else had wandered off. I was lounging on a padded daybed kind of off the beaten path but still in the resort, wearing nothing but glistening skin and a wicked little smile. Cal stood over me, his drink still in hand, eyes glued to the inside of my thighs.
“You know how hard it’s been watching you all day?” he asked, voice low, rough.
I spread my legs wider in answer. My skin was hot from the sun. My pussy? Hotter.
“Show me how hard,” I whispered.
He knelt between my thighs… and poured a splash of cold margarita right onto my pussy!
I gasped as he watched it trickle down.
The citrus stung just enough to make me jolt. My hands fisted in the cushions. And then?
He licked.
Flat tongue. Slow drag. Lapping it up like I was his cocktail glass.
“Mmm,” he groaned into me, “you taste like tequila and fun.”
“So I taste like vacation,” I arched my back as his tongue circled my clit, cold drink mixing with spit and slick until my pussy was soaked. I was moaning, grinding against his face, biting my lip to keep from screaming.
Then he stood and pulled his shorts down. His cock slapped up, thick and ready.
“I want to fuck you dirty,” he growled. “Sticky. Messy. I want you dripping.”
“Then don’t hold back.”
He grabbed the margarita, poured the rest over my tits, and shoved his cock inside me in the same motion.
I screamed. And I’m sure it turned a passing head or two. The daybed we chose wasn’t totally hidden.
It was tucked off the main path, under a swaying palm, the kind of spot that gave just enough cover to feel sneaky, but anyone walking by would still catch glimpses—a moan here, a bouncing ass there. It was an adults-only resort. Things happened.
And Cal? He was about to make something happen.
His cock slammed into me, over and over, thick and perfect, stretching my slick, still-throbbing pussy as I arched beneath him. My back stuck to the cushion from sweat and salt and the trace of spilled margarita. His hands gripped my hips tight enough to bruise, and every thrust drove a cry out of my throat.
But I didn’t care who heard.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” I moaned. “Right fucking now—”
He growled, “Do it.”
And I did.
Legs shaking. Toes curling. Pussy clenching around his cock as I screamed his name and let go. My cum splashed between us, slick and hot, soaking his thighs as he fucked me through it.
He leaned over me, panting, his chest brushing mine.
Then he grabbed what was left of his drink, tipped the glass over my tits, and let cold margarita spill over them—sticky, salty, citrus sweet.
I gasped, nipples hard as ice hit one and rolled down my side.
And while I was still twitching from the orgasm, he pulled out, his cock glistening—throbbing.
He stroked it once—twice—
“Fucking take it, Cindy.”
And I did.
I stuck my tongue out just as the first thick rope of cum shot across my chest, hot against the chill of the drink. Another splash hit my collarbone. The next—my face. Right under my eye, then across my lips. I moaned, mouth open, tasting him and tequila at once.
“God, look at you,” he groaned. “A fucking mess.”
I rubbed his cum into my tits, sticky with drink and sweat, licking my lips as I looked up at him.
I hope you enjoyed that story! If you want to know how we cleaned up, let me know in the comments.
Wow! This is so, hot! The vivid language made it easy for me to enjoy this sexy scene as a very aroused voyeur. It would be so nice to let go in a public/semi-public setting like this. And for one, I would live to hear how you cleaned up 😉
We went back to our room and he pissed on me as I knelt in the shower
I've never been a tequila girl, but a mojito splashed across my pussy would suit Mike just fine. Love these messy sex stories Cindy! I hope you keel them cumming…
I will as long as the stories keep readers cumming
You'll never have that worry with us…
Sarah Colorado, hope he suck it and lick it off and then pour it into your mouth. This is what we do. We would lock mouths with a cocktail of juices 😍
Tropical vacation, cold drinks, bikinis, naked fucking under a palm…ooh yeah! That is what some of my fantasies are built around, especially honeymoon ones. That was so hot and a great start to my day! I'm glad it's summer so I can feel the vibe even if I'm not in that exact setting. I swam this morning and am thinking I'll need to replay this later in my head and masturbate. Yum!
Maybe get some margarita mix and play
Been in Branson with my daughter Alicia and her family. Glad to be home!
Love this series! Masturbated to this story! Keep writing and stay horny! God bless you and your husband
God bless you as well. Muah
Bee, you are the consummate vixen.
You're sexy and you know it.
AND THATS WHAT HUSBANDS NEED
I've stated over and over here.
If we want his eyes on us, WE NEED TO BE THEIR PORNSTAR.
Confident and loving sex with passion!
Leave the low self esteem, discreet in the closet and let go for be what our spouse wants.
Drain their energy and juices and go for more.
You go girly!!! GRRRRR
💦💥💦 ❤️Lady L.❤️💥💦💦💦
💯 You definitely know what men want.
Couldn’t agree more. He knows I’m always available. My body belongs to him and his belongs to me. And I love being his naughty, nasty, slutty pornstar.
Ah, you ladies must have so much fun getting all that attention!
I’ve said this before, but taking Vanessa out when we were courting or first got married, I loved seeing her turn heads as she walked past men.
I think it’s different with us men; although I cannot speak for everyone. I’ve had women say in front of me I am *not* a pretty man. Ouch! Maybe some men get stares at those resorts but I certainly wouldn’t. But I can’t complain! I’m just glad to be the scarred-up athletic dude with a face made for the radio, that everyone wants on their side should a fight break out. 😆
We do have a lot fun getting attention. And yes we ladies get more attention. But all my attention is for Cal (even when I’m flirting with other men now, it’s for Cal’s eyes, not saying I don’t enjoy it). So as long as your lady treats you like her king, that’s what matters
Wifey here😘😉- sounds amazing!! Definitely wanna find a way to try this. I’m always down for a great margarita
The easiest way to try it is to do it in your backyard. If you want to do it where we did it, just look up adult only resorts. We still go to this particular resort sometimes, we went last month. It’s fun, but the resort does not have your values so be aware of that
Wow Cindy! I searched for the resort online.. lots to pick from. The exact one you went to has me intrigued. Can you give any more clues?
I’m surprised you didn’t look up to see a crowd watching.. cause if I happened to stumble on this display, I don’t know if I could help but watch. But I know I wouldn’t be able to hide the rock hard erection this show wouldn’t given me. Holy shit this is so hot. My cock is aching now lol
Back at this time we would’ve welcomed a crowd, heck we would’ve welcomed your erection to join, but we went somewhere to get one on one time. Even when we were sleeping with other people we still highly valued having sex alone.
Yeah I wouldn’t be the person to join in.. but if I caught a glimpse of the action, I would be making a beeline back to my room trying to hide my erection.. then in my room I’d have to rub one out lol
This is such a hot story. Your a very good person to your hubby.
Bee,
I made a comment in your "Still Dripping" story – in response to your experience. I wondered if you saw it – and if it also fits with what you and your husband enjoy.
LH
Hot story that got me wet.