Wearing no bikini bottom...

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Author's note

I got great feedback, e.g., that I do not speak much about me, about my feelings, and about what I am thinking.

Foremost, thank you for the useful feedback!

Let me shortly explain the life of a divemaster on Cozumel:

- 4 dives a day—always, every day

- 6 working days a week, always

- Dive #4 as shallow as possible due to the deco limits.

- Always groups of 8 divers

- Sometimes, you get a group of 6 divers—it would be like a walk in the park.

- Our dive computers on dive 4 were literally screaming at us about the saturation.

- In bed early due to the absorbed nitrogen, dead tired

- The first dive the next day was always deep; being rested, fit, and hydrated was essential.

- Sundays are for sleeping.

- No private life

- Not enough culture on Cozumel

- For example, private cenote dive trips were on standby; many times they didn't happen.

PS: Not much to do on Cozumel but TV, and after 1 or 2 weeks you have seen it all on the island: It measures roughly 46 km (29 miles) from northeast to southwest and about 14 km (9 miles) wide, so, with a good bicycle, you could do the island easily.

About my private life in Playa, I will write this down in another story.

- BUT THE COZUMEL DIVING WAS TRULY AMAZING. -

After roughly 800 dives on Cozumel as a divemaster, I moved to Playa to become a dive instructor; my life would be very different down there.

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Back to 24-year-old Cindy.

Sitting there alone, at the Blue Parrot bar, waiting for Steve to do his job on Cindy's cum-filled pussy, I decided to order more food for myself. But I would love to see Cindy lying on her back with her cunt wide open, my soppy cum juices shining, ready to get licked by her husband Steve.

"Oh, Steve," she was probably moaning, pushing his head hard against her used cunt, "That's it, my boy. Lick up all my juices, honey. Don't waste a drop."

Steve would perhaps recognize that salty taste of mine again, while licking and slurping it up.

The rate of Steve's wife emptying my balls was speeding up, and soon I would cum in her like three, perhaps four times a day. Maybe Steve needed to be taught to be a real cuckold? It would be only fair to her husband if Cindy were trying to squirt my cum into his mouth. Swallow that seed of mine with his wife's juices. He deserves it.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Cindy and Cucky walk towards me. Cindy is grinning, looking triumphant; Steve is a bit proud, I guess?

I gave a high five to him, and Cindy simply kissed me with half-open lips on my mouth. She would probably blow me right here if I let her. Such a lovely slut. Steve didn't even react to this; he simply sat down and grabbed the menu.

"Hey Cindy," I said, "you look sparkling; anything I should know about?"

"Ah," she answered, "you wish," smiling lustfully at me.

Steve was grinning now; he just didn't know that he kind of emptied my balls, with a detour, yes, but still.

"Are we eating again?" she asked.

"Yeah, I just had to order again," I said. "I need to regain my energy; it is hard to keep up with you," I answered, smiling.

"But," I added, "tonight we go to Deseo (meaning 'desire' in Spanish), where most of the food is only finger food and snacks, so it won't hurt to eat twice here."

"And maybe you need to get something solid in you as well?" I added.

"Oh, I will get what I want tonight, don't you worry..." She said while looking me intensely in the eyes...

"I have another proposal for us," I said. "How about if we go shopping in Cancun tomorrow morning and return by, let's say, 2 PM and hit a secluded beach called Coco Beach?"

"With a taxi to Cancun, it takes like 1 hour, costs 100 USD one way, and Coco Beach is very isolated—nothing but beach, no bars, no restrooms, but the finest white sand you can imagine. If you need to go, then the sea is waiting for you."

"But we need to bring some drinks and snacks, but I promise you, this is local inside information, and it is really worth it," I added.

In those days, this was true; nothing was built at Coco Beach. You could ask a cab driver to take you there, and you would find a semi-hidden small path that would take you down to the amazing beach. Like that very old Bounty advertisement on Saona Island.

They both loved the idea.

"So, at what time do we meet?" Cindy asked.

"Well, let's meet at 9.30; if you want, I can wait outside the resort for you." I replied.

"Very good." She said, "Steve, could you get some cash for me from the ATM?" Cindy asked.

"Sure," he answered.

After the second lunch we grabbed three loungers to enjoy some beach time. Cindy was in the middle, Steve on the left. With so much food, he fell asleep in the first 15 minutes.

His slut wife thought it would be nice if she sat next to me on my lounger and gave me a handjob inside my shorts. Since my cock was her property, I could of course not say no. She decided to stop halfway, having her as hard as steel, saying,

"You have been a bad boy, and you better take my pussy soon." Cindy is giving me that wanton order.

Fuck, now I was hard and had no release. Oh, for sure I was going to work that pussy later; I just didn't know yet how.

She left my lounger and went back to hers, and I saw Steve sleeping on his lounger in the bright sun. Well, I thought, Cindy and I had our sun umbrellas up and we were lying in the shade, which was the smart thing to do.

I fell asleep as well, sleeping like an hour, the same as Cindy, and almost two hours later her husband woke up as well, and of course, having not applied any sunblocker, he was as red as a lobster. Adding sunscreen now was too late.

"Steve!" I said, "You need to get out of the sun! Go to your hotel, take gentle cold showers, and use after-sun creams. Stay in your hotel room in the shade. Do not even go on your terrace. Let me help you find a taxi for you."

Cindy protested and said, "She wanted to stay a bit longer, if that was OK with him."

"Sure," her husband said. I will let you know how I feel about me going this evening to this Deseo or not."

"Don't feel guilty if you are not coming," Cindy said to him. "I am sure I will be taken good care of by my teacher."

...looking at me in such a way that a "two times" would be coming up for sure for my balls.

I found a cab somehow and told him to get well and not to worry. But I might send Cindy back late, since Deseo also had a DJ after 10."

"Yeah, sure," he answered, and off he went.

I walked back to Cindy and told her to come with me; I had reserved a private booth for us, which was already available (It was 5 PM by now). I was again somehow able to find another cab, and 10 minutes later we were standing in front of the Deseo stairs. (Deseo is located on the first floor).

"Come with me, my love; we finally have some quality time for the two of us." Giving her delicious butt a small pinch.

"Oh. " She squeaked, "Will I get serviced by my bull now?"

"Oh yes, you will be served very thoroughly, my naughty woman; I have not only reserved a private booth with loungers but also a beautiful room. I was just wondering if you could pay with your husband's credit card, because those bookings at the Blue Parrot I made did cost me a bit of money." I asked her.

"Sure." She smiled, "Perhaps I can book some extra services from my bull as well? Does licking my married pussy cost extra?"

"Oh no," I answered. That's an appetizer, and it's always on the house..."

She just smiled in that certain way to me...

How do I describe those private booths? Well, they have wide loungers for two, and you can lower all four sides with long white, semi-transparent long drapes, which makes it hard to see from outside what people are doing on those loungers. Of course, I did reserve a room as well, in case Cindy wanted to scream my name again.

We were shown our booth, and it was the last one in the row of 8 booths, next to the wall, and right in front of our hotel room. From the booth you could see the pool, the bar, and the DJ console. We ordered cocktails from the waiter and asked if it was possible to lower all four drapes for us. Cocktails arrived, and once the drapes were down, we were sipping our cocktails in a very sexy ambience.

Cindy curled up against me on my right side (she was lying on the wall side) and asked in a sultry tone if it was OK for her to take off her bikini bottom, since "it was somehow so hot and wet down there..."

She did, and her beautiful slit was asking me over. I decided to have another sip of my cocktail first, and I asked,

"If everything was alright with that inviting pussy of hers?"

"Oh," Cindy answered, "Just the usual thirstiness? Perhaps you can help it and give it a drink?"

"Let me start getting it ready for my drink." I said, and turned myself sideways to my right, blocking the view of our actions if anyone were looking through the drapes, and walked with the fingers of my left hand over her leg from her knee towards her puffy cunt lips.

"These roads are getting more dangerous each day; I just found a hole here." I said, looking at her, "Perhaps I need to inspect it, prepare it, and fill it up afterwards. Maybe I even need two tries to properly fill it?" I teased.

The little slutwife answered me that she was sure that two times was really the absolute minimum amount she thought it would need. And that a third check was recommended; you don't want to leave any holes that are not properly filled."

I started rubbing those lovely cunt lips up and down, just stopping before I would touch her clit. Teasing, playing, getting her to want more, making her go crazy from not getting touched where she needed it the most.

She tried to raise her clit towards my finger, trying to be smart, but I didn't let it touch my finger yet. Not yet.

She was getting wetter by the minute, wiggling her cunt, trying to find release, moaning of the bliss her love hole was having.

I suddenly rammed my middle finger deep in her while my thumb went for the clit.

"Ooooooh." She moaned, "Oooh. Oooh. Oooh."

I rubbed her clit vigorously now, trying to deep-finger her at the same time. I switched action, kept my middle finger deep inside her, and only rubbed her clit with my thumb. Oh, she was getting there, my little slut. I bent forward and surprised her by sucking hard through her bikini top on her left nipple, causing her to orgasm right away on my hand.

"Oooooooooh." Her long moan filled the air, while her cunt juices drenched my hand.

I stopped sucking her nipple and stopped rubbing her swollen clit but kept my middle finger inside her. You don't want the wifey to get a sudden empty feeling, do you? If you take your finger out, you need at least to replace it with something bigger...

She was breathing laboriously, trying to catch her breath, her sweaty chest going up and down.

I gave her a moment, but I did not stop whispering in her ear things like,

"You do know that in 2 minutes my cock will invade your married cunt? You do know that I will fuck you long and hard, my love? You do know that my cock wants to fill you up with my sperm?"

Her pussy still had some contractions, but her breathing was regular again. Time to go to our room; thank God it was just behind the lounger, because my cock tip was showing over the edge of my shorts.

"Come, my love, let us go to our room; you need to get fucked," I said and took her by the hand, directing her where to go.

What a sight. Walking those 5, 6 meters to our room, she was not wearing a bikini bottom. These wide hips were perfect for reproduction, with some room between her legs for easier childbirth, her shaved pussy in plain view. Her bikini top had slipped, only covering one breast and showing the other breast, naked with a strap around it, showing a very hard nipple, on which I had just sucked.

What an erotic experience. I couldn't get any harder. My balls were aching to fill her. She looked already half fucked, and the best was yet to come.

To be continued.