*This one happened a few years back. I should've just stayed there.*
When we arrived in Mexico, it was scorching hot. Thwack your sweaty balls off your thigh hot. A quick ride from the airport and the resort van pulled into the swingers’ resort.
We were greeted with fresh cocktails and a room key. My GF, Natalie, and I had it all planned out: check in. Get set up and then go to town. She wanted to watch me fuck other women (Don’t worry, this story has a gay ending).
The check-in cocktails went down fast. Then we went up to our room and showered. She teased my dick a bit, and we left to get some drinks from the swim-up bar. She wore a skimpy two-piece with a thong that hid in her ass. And I wore my bikini trunks.
When I tried them on, I asked her if they made me look gay. She said “kinda.” I bought them anyway.
The swim-up bar drinks went down fast, too. I was tipsy. The long trip, the heat and the quick drinks were potent.
“Let’s go get something to eat,” she said, noticing my inebriation.
We towelled off and walked to get food. I took a few steps on the stone path and got immediately distracted.
What grabbed my attention? A few guys listening to music on their own speaker, suntanning on pool chairs. Big deal, right? Well, I must’ve looked a bit too long. Their warm tans accentuated their glistening bodies. They were younger and had far less hair on their chests and stomachs than me. Both of them wore tight matching booty shorts. Neither noticed me watching. But Natalie sure did.
“I knew it,” she whispered it in my ear, “you’re a fucking homo.”
I shook my head out of gawking and immediately went on the defensive. But it was no use.
“If those bikini trunks didn’t make you look gay before,” she said motioning down, “they sure as fuck do now.”
My dick was half hard and, because of the trunks, super noticeable.
Fellas, let me just say that she looked super mad. Like, about-to-break-up-with-me mad. But I was kinda happy drunk, so I didn’t fight it too much. Maybe that’s why she did what she did next.
“Hey boys!” She yelled at an embarrassing volume. They perked up. “My boyfriend can’t stop looking at your cocks.”
I was speechless. I’ve never been in a gay situation before, let alone a public outing. They motioned us to come on over, and we did.
They were super affable guys named Mark and Kevin. Mark was taller and slightly more buff. And Kevin was shorter, skinnier, but he had a bigger bulge. They said they were visiting from California. After the initial outburst from my girlfriend, we got along nicely.
My girlfriend warmed up too.
“Sorry,” she whispered in my ear. “I think I'm hungry.”
We cut the conversation short to head for dinner. Mark and Kevin offered to meet up again. They told us about a tequila tour they took and that they had some amazing samples back in their room.
“Come by after you eat,” Mark said, writing their room number on a cocktail napkin.
Natalie and I went to eat. The food was like instant clarity. I immediately felt better and she did, too. I assumed we’d try to go to one of the resort events for the evening, but then she said it.
“Let’s finish up, freshen up, and go visit Mark and Kevin.”
“You’re joking.”
“No. I want to see what you’ll do.”
