Chapter 1

FRIDAY

The blue-green ocean swell became steeper and steeper as it approached the beach, finally throwing over and breaking. The break was almost like a zipper, running the length of the beach as far as the eye could see in both directions. The result was a churning mass of white water that rushed toward the shore and ran up the sand. It finally exhausted itself against the sea wall that separated the beach from The Inn at Mazatlan, Sinaloa, Mexico.

It was just a little after seven a.m. and Beth Anderson was sitting in a chair just behind the wall, watching the ocean. She'd been here almost four days. Her husband left last night. The company jet came to pick him up and whisk him away to important business in St. Louis. He insisted she stay and enjoy the rest of the vacation, she spent almost a year planning.

Beth never got up this early here and couldn't understand why she did today? She thought she remembered the sounds of partying at about six but by the time she opened the drapes, there was no one about. She couldn't get back to sleep and wandered out to the ocean. She was working on her first cup of coffee, just watching the endless line of waves break about a hundred yards off shore.

She saw him about five minutes ago. He was just a speck and she figured he must be a fishing vessel, well off shore. The speck would disappear behind the bigger waves and then reappear between sets. The waves were nowhere near as big as they were the other day when she and her husband sat here and watched. The speck kept getting bigger and bigger and started to look like someone swimming toward the shore. She was wrong; it was a guy paddling a surfboard.

The guy paddled right into one of the waves, stood and turned sharply to his right. He sped along the wall of ocean, humping up off shore. As the zipper began to close, the guy turned toward shore and dropped to his knees on the board. He kept steering to his right and finally pulled out of the wave as it started running up the sand toward the wall.

The security guard, who had been standing silently about twenty feet away from Beth, called out, "Ole, Senor Willy!" The guy waved as he picked up his surfboard and walked toward the steps that led to The Inn. He rinsed the sand off his feet and chatted with the guard. His Spanish inflection and pronunciation were horrible but his grammar wasn't too bad.

The guy walked behind her with his surfboard and gently placed it on the wall about five feet from her. He sat two chairs away from her and pulled a baggie from some where, produced a cigarette and lit it with a cheap plastic lighter that also came from the bag. She was staring at him. She remembered him from the other day when she and her husband watched the waves in the afternoon. He had taken a woman out into the ocean with one of those soft plastic boards. Beth's husband thought they were crazy. The woman was about her age. Beth was forty-two. The guy pushed the woman into a wave and she rode it all the way to the shore. They were the only two out in the water as the red flag was flying - denoting danger. Shit! The waves, that day, were twice the size of today.

The people sitting at the wall, sipping margaritas and beer, clapped and cheered as the woman slid up on to the beach. The guy then swam into a wave and rode it almost to shore. The woman ran to him and where the surf met the sand, threw her arms around him. Beth was excited for the woman. Her husband still thought they were nuts.

"Good waves this morning?" Beth surprised herself by asking. The guy was at least ten years older than she was - had a bronzed tan and long graying hair, pulled into a pony tail that reached halfway down his back. He looked over at her and just smiled.

"Yea... Great point break out on that island. Shoulder high with about a half mile ride." He looked back out at the ocean and since Beth had no idea what he was talking about, she glanced in that direction also. In a few minutes he excused himself, gathered up his board and left.

FRIDAY AFTERNOON

Beth was lying on a lounger out by one of the cabanas built with wood and palm fronds. Every once and a while she would get up and take a dip in the pool. She had finally let the idea that her husband's leaving for St. Louis had nothing to do with business, overwhelm her. She remembered the look his blonde headed assistant gave her as he boarded the company jet. "I'm fucking him." That's what it said. She'd suspected for a long while. The late night meetings... The weekends away on business... Always with his assistant. She was as tall as Beth - five-seven or so but with a body that Beth would kill for - breasts the size of cantaloupes, trim waist with a well padded rear end... And the blonde hair... So blonde... Beth wondered if it was natural? Were her breasts? Compared to her, Beth looked like a skinny middle-aged...

"Are these loungers taken?" It was a woman's voice. Beth looked up and squinted into the sun. She could just make out their outlines against the backdrop of the afternoon sun. She shook her head. They laid their towels down and lay on the loungers. It was the man from this morning and the woman who rode the wave that afternoon.

Before Beth could lay back down, the woman held out her hand and said. "I'm Carol Tamarack and this is my husband."

The man leaned across his wife and held out his hand as Beth finished shaking Carol's. "Hi! I'm Willy. I believe we met this morning. I apologize for not introducing myself."

Beth shook Willy's hand but before she could lay back down, Carol continued. "Where's your husband? He's missing a great afternoon..." and so it continued for the rest of the afternoon. What's your husband do? He's a lawyer with a large aerospace firm in St. Louis. Willy used to fly fighters for Uncle Sam. Oh! Really... Which one? F-16's. Beth's first husband had been killed in a F-16 accident almost nineteen years ago. Willy was eager to know more and then said he remembered the mishap. He proceeded to brief her on what he had heard. It was more than the air force had ever done. Lot's of good men died in those first couple of years, Willy said. It made Beth feel proud.

They shared a plate of nachos and beers all around. The sun was quickly approaching the horizon. Beth didn't want the afternoon to end. She was comfortable with Willy and Carol. And when Willy asked her to join them for dinner, she quickly agreed to meet them in the lobby at 1830 hours. She laughed at Willy's use of the military term. She hadn't heard it since her first husband died.

FRIDAY NIGHT

Willy had the pulmonilla drop them off several miles from The Inn. They were going to walk along the beach and sober up a bit. They had eaten at a place called Gringo Lingo. Willy was greeted by name at the door and the head waiter assured him that his favorite table was ready. Beth was sure she would have never set foot in this place with her husband. Much too loud and way too young. Although the woman, her husband was probably sleeping with tonight, was at least fifteen years his junior.

The crowd tonight, though, was all teenagers. She didn't recognize the music but that didn't stop Willy and Carol from coaxing her into dancing with them. Who'd know it was the three of them? The dance floor was packed. They were the oldest by many years and finally left only after they were full of shrimp and margaritas, their clothes soaked with sweat. Beth couldn't remember the last time she had such a good time.

The aroma drifted up from the beach as they walked. It took her back many years... The sweet smell of marijuana. Her first husband and her had smoked a lot of it in college. She looked around Carol and found Willy lighting a small pipe. He took a drag and passed the pipe to Carol. Carol passed it to her. She sucked the smoke into her lungs and very quickly the stars seemed to twinkle more. The moon glistened on the water. The white water of the waves was much brighter. She was in the elevator on the way up to their room. "One more for the road!" Carol whispered to her.

Carol started dancing as soon as Willy poured cokes into some paper cups with ice. The Doors played softly on the small stereo set up on top of the TV. The lights were off. She sipped her coke. Beth was real stoned but then so were Carol and Willy. The three of them had laughed like crazy drunks as they retrieved their keys at the front desk. The desk clerk asked Willy if he was going surfing tomorrow morning? Beth thought that was particularly funny.

She put her coke down and started dancing with the two of them. "Break on Through" was playing. Willy leaned over to Carol and kissed her. Beth started laughing, maybe it was time for her to leave? Carol looked at her strangely when they stopped kissing. She turned to leave and then felt someone's hand on her shoulder. When she turned, Willy kissed her. She felt his tongue against her lips and then against her teeth. Her mouth opened and she kissed him back, their tongues fencing in her mouth and then in his mouth. He tasted of tequila and marijuana. It was his hand on her shoulder and he was rubbing the back of her neck.

When he stopped kissing her, she was breathless. Her head was spinning as she watched him kiss Carol. Then he was kissing her again. She had her hand on his chest. His tongue was like a snake in her mouth, exploring every crease and cranny of her mouth. Another arm came around her and she opened her eyes while Willy kissed her. She quickly closed them when she found Carol was nude, rubbing her back as her husband kissed her. If she was going to leave, she best do it quickly. She gently pushed Willy away from her and tried not to stare at Carol.

Carol was dropping Willy's shorts as he pulled his shirt off over his head. Now they were both naked and she couldn't take her eyes off them. They were both deeply tanned, the white parts of their bodies seemed to glow. Willy's penis was flaccid, hanging down on his balls and nowhere near the size of her husband's. It reminded her of her first husband's penis. She felt Carol start to unbutton her blouse and then Willy was pulling her shorts down. Her under panties came with them and now she was as naked as they were.

Willy kissed her again and it was then that she knew she wasn't going to leave... Didn't want to leave. With an arm around each of them, Willy led them to the bedroom. She backed into the edge of the bed and sat. Willy gently kissed her and now she was on her back. She opened her eyes to find Carol on the other bed, watching them - one of her hands between her legs. The woman was one of the hairiest women she had ever seen... tangles and tangles of dark pubic hair covered her lower stomach. Compare to Carol, Beth was practically hairless.

Willy's mouth was on her neck, his tongue frenching with her ear. She could feel his warm breath on her cheek. His mouth was now sucking on one of her breasts. Her nipples were swollen... So much smaller than Carol's - a light tan color compared to Carol's dark brown. She could feel a wetness between her legs and wanted Willy to lick her there. She had rebuffed her husband the first time he tried to eat her and he never tried again. But her first husband loved to eat at the "Y," as he called it.

Willy's tongue was in her belly button and she gently pushed on his shoulders. His tongue slowly made it's way to her light brown pubic hair and Beth heard herself cry out, "Oooh! Yes... Yes... Yes!" Now Carol was egging him on. Beth's head was swimming as she felt his tongue lather her vagina. She was so wet. When Willy found her clitoris, she came in one loud wail. Beth only stopped crying out when Carol grabbed her arm. She could smell the woman's aroma on her hand and then started cuming again. Carol covered her mouth with hers and the room was silent.

Carol's mouth was now on her breasts, sucking and licking her nipples. Willy was still between her legs, licking and sucking on her cunt. Beth Anderson was on fire. She hadn't been this hot since high school and college when her first husband would lick and suck her for hours, driving her crazy. Willy was better and she was cuming again. Carol had pulled her arms above her head and was licking the stubble under her arms.

Willy was on his feet and Beth stared at his penis. It was hard and jutting out from a tangle of brown pubic hair. He pushed her legs back against her chest and asked his wife to guide him into her. She could feel Carol's hand in between them but couldn't tell if it was her fingers or Willy's hard penis that she was rubbing against her cunt lips. Willy filled her in one thrust and drove the air out of her lungs. Carol's hand was still between them and she could feel Carol rubbing her mound. She was pinned to the mattress and could hardly move. Willy was moving slowly in her. She wanted him to fuck her faster.

"Faster... Willy! Faster... Please..." The "please" trailed off into nothing as Willy started pumping his hard cock in and out of her like a machine. He kept going and going. She was sure he had cum as he was yelling, "Fuck!" Over and over again... Yet he kept fucking her and fucking her. She had cum a half a dozen times and was getting ready to cum again when Willy pulled out of her - his cock still hard and glistening with her cunt butter.

Carol was on her knees sucking on his cock. Beth watched. He was cuming again. His body jerking around and then Carol stopped and said, "Oooh... She tastes so good... Fuck me, lover."

Carol climbed right up onto the bed and forced Beth up by the head board. Her face was hovering over Beth's loins and then Willy was fucking Carol from behind and Beth watched as the brunette lowered her face to her pussy. When Carol's tongue reamed itself into her cunt Beth started cuming again...

It was close to three before Beth got out of their bed and dressed in the front room. She let herself out and took the elevator back down to her room. A night, she was sure, she would never forget. Jesus! He must have fucked her three or four times and did his wife a couple of times, too! He never got soft. He must be a superman!

SATURDAY

The knocking at the door grew louder and louder. Beth Anderson pulled the pillow up around her head. The events of last evening flashed through her mind. The guy was fucking her like a machine. He never got soft. His wife was sucking on her tits and licking her under arms, rubbing her mons. The woman actually sucked and licked on her cunt while her husband fucked the woman from behind. Then they both ate her, bending her almost in half, the husband licking and nibbling on her clit as the wife reamed out her asshole and bit the soft flesh of her ass. She must have cum a million times. She couldn't stop cuming and knew she was filling the room with the sounds of her orgasms. She couldn't help it. She had never experienced sex like that - even with her first husband, who she did everything with. Well... Almost everything.

"Beth... Beth... Come on, Beth. Time to rise. Willy's going to take us shopping downtown. Open up, Beth." The knocking got louder. Then the phone started ringing. It didn't stop. Beth finally gave up hiding under her pillow and answered the phone.

"Beth? It's Willy Tamarack. Thought you might like to go downtown with us and do a little shopping. Beth... You there?"

Beth didn't know what to say. She was embarrassed, could feel the flush of her embarrassment. What the hell was she supposed to say? How could she face these people? Only two men had ever seen her naked in her adult life and she allows this guy to fuck her three or four times... Shit! While his wife watched, no less and she only met them yesterday.

"Come on, Beth." The guy was saying on the phone. "It'll be a blast! We'll visit the Cathedral... Maybe go to mass and then shop 'till we drop... Do dinner early, on the way back to The Inn. Maybe, Senor Frogs? You been there? Beth... Beth... You there?" His wife was still knocking on the door. "We'll meet you in the lobby around two if you're interested... Ok?"

Beth mumbled something about being tired... Not sure she wanted to go downtown. Willy was gracious, told her she'd be missing a great time. He missed her this morning when he paddled in from the surf. Carol was there waiting for him, hoping the three of them could have breakfast. The pounding at the door stopped and Beth told him she'd think about it. She hung up and rolled over, looking for her watch. It was one p.m.

She collapsed back on the bed and again the events of last night flooded her head. The two of them never left her alone. While one of them was between her legs, either sucking or fucking her - the other was kissing her breasts, frenching her or... Jesus! She'd never been so turned on. Her labia were throbbing right now just thinking about what they had done together. Toward the end of the evening she became the aggressor, riding the guy's cock while his wife sat on the guy's face. They kissed each other and yes... Beth sucked on the woman's breasts. They were about her size with the most crinkly areolae and nipples like little thumbs and so hard.

Beth was getting turned on and let her hand drift down her belly to her brown furry bush. God! That woman had enough hair between her legs for three or four women. She remembered when Carol got off Willy's face so they could trade places. Willy pulled four or five long pubic hairs out of his mouth before he would allow Beth to straddle his face. It was worth the wait as the guy could really get her off with his mouth and tongue.

When she next looked at her watch it was one forty-five. She sprang out of bed and rushed to the shower. She was shaving her under arms when the phone rang. She jumped out of the shower with her hair sopping wet and only one underarm shaved.

"Yea..."

It was Carol. "You coming? Or you want us to leave without you?"

"I'm running a little late... Give me fifteen minutes... Ok? What are you wearing, Carol?"

"Skirt and blouse. We'll be waiting in the lobby." She hung up.

SATURDAY AFTERNOON

Beth was having a great time. The Cathedral was very impressive but they blew off mass as it was being held later in the afternoon. The shopping was tremendous. The market was really a market, with the beef and pork hung from hooks in the ceiling. It smelled horrible but Beth had never seen anything like it. She and Carol went from stall to stall, listening to Willy's horrible Spanish as he bargained with the shop keepers. By the time they left, both of the women had bags and bags of knickknacks - hat's and "T" shirts and paper flowers and wallets and purses. Beth picked out a pair of silver ear rings that were dirt cheap and Carol bought several silver bracelets. Willy wouldn't let her pay for a thing.

As they rode the bus to Senor Frogs, Beth insisted that she pick up the tab for dinner. Willy told her to forget it but she insisted. If she thought Gringo Lingo was wild, Senor Frogs was crazy. A cruise ship had arrived that afternoon and the place was crammed with drunken tourists. Some of the women were dancing on the table tops and the men were loud and rowdy. The music was so loud she could hardly hear herself talk. Again, the man, who seated them, appeared to know Willy and they were immediately taken to a table against the back wall.

SATURDAY NIGHT

Dinner was the same as the night before... Shrimp and margaritas and more shrimp and more margaritas. The waiters were clearing the table off, "... so the Senoritas can dance on the table top." "Yea... Right!" Beth thought. That'll be the day when two forty year old women start dancing on table tops. She excused herself and went to the power room. When she got back, she just stared... Carol was indeed, dancing on the table top. She sat and watched. Willy and several of the waiters were clapping their hands and everyone was laughing. Beth clapped with them and watched.

The flash of Carol's white untanned skin beneath her skirt shocked her. She wasn't sure but thought, maybe the woman had taken her panties off. She got a clear view of her hairy snatch and was sure. Maybe, she hadn't worn any panties? She got another flash of Carol's dark haired twat and looked at Willy who was sitting next to her. She wondered if he knew his wife wasn't wearing any panties? The way he was smiling she was sure he did and as she glanced at the waiters, who were whispering among themselves, was sure they knew too.