I met the ladies at the lobby bar for another mojito, and then we enjoyed a wonderful dinner at the Italian restaurant. We enjoyed three bottles of wine with our meals, so we were feeling a tad buzzed.

As we walked back to the lobby, two of the ladies said they were going back upstairs, leaving just Serena and Yolanda to have a “final final” cocktail with me. As we sat in the lobby lounge area with our mojitos and talked more, I could tell Serena sensed the sexual tension between Yolanda and me.

“I think I’ll head up to the room. Yolanda, will you be long?” she asked.

Laughing, Yolanda said, “Well, I was hoping to talk Scott into taking me to the disco for a bit.”

“The disco?” I said sarcastically.

“Scott, you’re in trouble. She can dance all night long,” Serena told me.

Yolanda and I did make it to the disco and danced to about five songs. She made a point of taking a few photos of the disco, and a couple of selfies of us on the dance floor. She told me, “So I can show the girls that we were dancing.”

We were soon entering my room holding hands. Yolanda was dressed in a royal blue halter dress, about three inches above the knee, and she looked stunning. She wore a collection of silver necklaces and bracelets as well to finish her look.

Yolanda stopped halfway into my room and turned around to look at me. She smiled, “I think we’re going to have a fun time. Our chemistry is really good.”

“I agree,” I said as I wrapped my hands around her waist and pulled her into me for a soft kiss on the lips. “Let’s sit on the loveseat.”

After about ten minutes of passionate kissing, I figured I should ask her about any rules. “So, what are the boundaries tonight? Do I need a condom? What is off limits?”

She smiled, “You are such a nice guy. No, you don’t need a condom. As far as rules, no pain, no marks or bruises, and no anal.”

I picked up my little hot tamale and carried her to the huge California King-sized bed. Setting her down, “Do a strip tease for me,” I told her. As she took off her high heels, I turned on a playlist on my iPhone.

Yolanda’s sexual energy was off the charts. This woman and I had tons of chemistry. Our flirting was so natural, something I hadn’t felt in a long, long time with a woman. There she stood now, totally naked. Her body was what I would consider a bit better than average based on her age. She had just a little sag to her tits, large dark areolas, and soft puffy nipples. Yolanda also was well groomed with a small triangle patch of short pubes above her pleasure nub.

“Damn, your hubby is one lucky guy,” I said grabbing her ass and pulling her towards me on the edge of the bed.

“He knows his place. He knows he alone cannot satisfy me sexually. I need new partners regularly to spice things up,” she told me.

“So, have you been doing this hot wife thing long?” I asked.

“About five years. Another couple introduced it to us when they invited us to their house for a swinger’s party. We had no clue they were swingers, but that was our first time playing with others,” she confided.

“Wow,” was all I could mutter.

“We found that, after each swinger party we’d return home and have amazing sex as I told him what I did with the other guy. He was more turned on, and I was a dirty little cum slut,” Yolanda said. “I think we learn something new from each experience. And new is exciting. New is hot.”

“So do you still go to swingers parties?” I asked.

Yolanda looked at me and cocked her eyebrow, “Well, we do. But my husband is not allowed to play with any of the women by himself. We’ve done a few threesomes with ladies.”

“Damn, that sounds so hot. And like a lot of fun!” I exclaimed.

Yolanda turned her focus to my belt buckle and began undressing me. We were soon on the bed in a tight sixty-nine position. With my little spicy Latina on top of me, I had great access to her pink taco. Occasionally, I’d lick all the way up to her starfish and rim her, sending shivers through her body.

“Oh shit, I love ass play, Scott,” she whispered. “Lick and eat my ass.”

I put her on all fours and positioned myself behind her fine ass. I spent several minutes driving her crazy with my tongue, lips, and mouth, teasing her ass.

My cock was throbbing with excitement. I wanted to drive my meat log into her ass, but that pussy tasted so good I had to have her honey pot first. As I kneeled behind her, she said, “Fuck me hard and fast. Be an animal.”

I rubbed my helmet up and down her slippery slit a few times before pushing into her tight fuck tunnel. After several long, slow, intentional strokes, I asked, “Are you ready to get fucked now?”

“Yes, Scott. Fuck me. Make me your slut,” Yolanda said.

About every three minutes we’d change positions. We went from doggy to cowgirl, to reverse cowgirl, and into missionary. As I fucked her in missionary, her boobs were bouncing in a circular motion with every thrust. Yolanda was also pinching her nipples giving me another sexy visual. I told her I was close to orgasm.

“Fuck me harder. Cum on my tits. Give me your jizz,” she said.

I pulled out and stroked myself twice and shot a long pearl rope of cum on her right breast. That rope was over six inches long. My next few gushers all went below her tits with globs of jizz dotting her torso. The last few small spurts hit her belly button area and then my cock oozed cum off my crown dripping sperm on her tiny patch of pubes.

“That was so hot!” I exclaimed.

“Hot and sexy. I love watching a man stroke it and shoot his load on me,” she said. Yolanda took two fingers and wiped up some of my spunk and licked her fingers. “Mmmm, so tasty. Nice and sweet, thanks to all of that fruit we’ve been eating with our meals,” she joked.

“Stand up. I need to get a picture of the two of us to show my hubby,” she said. Yolanda dug out her phone and took a photo of us in the large mirror, cutting off my head per my request. “Turn on the video, and I’m going to put on a show for my hubby.”

When I started the video, Yolanda narrated, “Scott covered me in his cum after he fucked me in five positions,” as she rubbed the jizz all over her tits and body. “Now we’re going to shower and fuck some more. The girls think we’re at the disco. Bye.”

I handed the phone to her, and she texted her hubby. Almost instantly, there was a reply, “That is so hot! I can’t wait to hear all about it.”

I walked her towards the shower, and as the water warmed up, I set her up on the counter and started to bang her cunt with two fingers. Yolanda had her back resting against the mirror, her feet up on the counter, and her legs and knees spread wide. I went down to my knees and began licking her sloppy wet pussy.

“Oh shit. You’re going to make me cum again,” she whispered.

Laughing, “Isn’t that the goal?”

“Suck on my clit, you fucking stud!” she commanded.

As I fingered her and sucked on her clit she was moaning and cursing. I then went turbo with my hand banging her cunt hard as I stood up. Yolanda was squealing with delight as she pinched her nipples. “Yes! Don’t stop!” she said.

She began to shiver and shake and yelled, “I’m cumming! Oh, fuck! Yes!” Right when she said “Yes”, she squirted all over my hand. As I pulled my fingers out of her, pussy juice shot across the bathroom floor a good three feet.

“Holy shit!” I said. “That is so fucking hot!”

As she tried to catch her breath she told me, “That was incredible. I rarely squirt that much.”

Yolanda and I washed up in the shower as we kissed and fondled each other in a tender fashion. After drying off, we lay on my bed spooning. The next thing I recall was her phone dinging with a text message. It was Serena. “Where are you? It’s 1:00 am.”

After we regained our senses, she told me, “Crap, I gotta go. The girls are going to ask me a million questions. Our story is that we came back to your room, and we fell asleep on the loveseat. No kissing, just talking.” Yolanda quickly dressed. We kissed and she left for her room.

At 9:00 am I entered the large restaurant for brunch and looked towards the section where the ladies and I had been eating our meals. I saw all the women, except Yolanda. As I approached to drop off my backpack, Serena smiled and said, “Your girlfriend will be right down. She said you two drank a bit much last night.”

I laughed a bit. “First, she is not my girlfriend. Yolanda is a married woman. Second, I lost count at six mojitos. Third, that girl can dance!”

The girls all laughed and made several comments which basically made fun of me, my crush on Yolanda, and my mini hangover.

“I warned you about going dancing with her,” said Serena.

Yolanda soon joined our table as we finished up our breakfast. Talk turned to going to the pool when they mentioned packing and getting to the airport.

“You girls leave today?” I asked.

“Yes, we have a 5:00 pm flight. We’ll leave here about 2:30 pm,” Yolanda told me.

Hours later, I met the women in the lobby as they checked out. As I said goodbye to all of the women, I thanked them for including me in their group and how it really made my trip so much better. I gave the other three ladies a nice quick hug and a kiss on the cheek, saving Yolanda for last.

“And you, Miss Yolanda,” I said, “you are a special woman.” I hugged her for a good six seconds, far longer than the others. There was no peck on the cheek, I went straight to her lips where we kissed two times softly. I wanted more but knew I should not with the other ladies present.

As we broke apart Yolanda was blushing. She looked at her friends and said, “You girls did not see that.” Turning back towards me she whispered, “If you’re ever in Dallas, you better call me.”

The End.