SandSinandTequila

by Bebe Balocca

  Sand, Sin and Tequila

  Bebe Balocca

  Arden and Ramsay are enjoying the decadent flavors of the Caribbean—and each other—but there’s one exotic spice they crave. They’d hoped a resort would be the perfect place to find a playmate, but it’s the last day of their stay and there’s no third to be found.

  Jess is single, uninhibited and more than willing to serve as the cherry on top of Arden and Ram’s tropical dessert. Brandishing a bottle of tequila and the promise of a night of firsts the couple will never forget, Jess is the embodiment of every fantasy Ram and Arden have ever had.

  With ocean waves as their soundtrack and a tented beach bed at their disposal, Ramsay, Arden and Jess take part in a sweet feast for the senses sure to make this vacation nothing short of unforgettable.

  Inside Scoop: This story has hot sex, cool tropical nights and a husband whose only birthday wish is to watch his wife live out their shared girl-on-girl fantasy.

  An Exotika® contemporary erotica story from Ellora’s Cave

  Sand, Sin and Tequila

  Bebe Balocca

  Chapter One

  “Come on, baby,” Ramsay cajoled. “You know you could do it.” He lay motionless, like a lizard basking in the blazing sun. Ram’s sweat-dampened black hair curled across his forehead and his lean, muscular body glistened on the white canvas lounge chair.

  Arden watched his ripped abdomen rise and fall with each breath. A drop of sweat trickled from his tanned neck and took a leisurely path down to his navel. Clearly he had left his stressful life as a fledgling investment broker back in Nashville where it belonged. Less than a week ago he’d been cold-calling prospective clients and planning his upcoming seminar. But now Ramsay looked as hot and untroubled as sin itself. The sun had bronzed his skin gloriously, highlighting each sculpted muscle of his lanky six-foot, two-inch frame, and the plush all-inclusive resort had lifted away his worries. The slow pace of life on the Quintana Roo beach suited him awfully well, at least in the short term. Soon Arden knew he’d be eager to resume building his business and fighting his way to the top, but now he was perfectly content to laze in the glorious Mexican sun.

  Well, almost perfectly content. It was sometimes hard to believe that Ram had been her husband for over three years. The sex was just as deliciously fulfilling as it had been while they were dating, except now they’d both realized that one ingredient was missing from the recipe. One soft, curvy, warm ingredient would catapult their sex lives from meat-and-three satisfying to five-star fabulous. It was an exotic spice that was both everywhere they looked and frustratingly difficult to get their hands on.

  Arden sighed. “It’s not that easy, honey. I can’t just walk up and ask somebody, can I?” She stared out at the ocean, lulled by the gently rolling turquoise waves and fragrant Caribbean breeze. It lifted her light-brown waves from her shoulders and tousled them. Arden picked up one soft lock, checked it briefly for split ends, and then gathered her hair up off her neck and wadded it into a pillow behind her head.

  “Sure you could,” he insisted. “You’re hot, babe. Any one of these women would love to get it on with you. It’s all I want for my birthday.” He turned his raven-curled head toward her and lifted his mirrored shades. Those bright-blue eyes were impossible to turn down, but Arden was at an impasse. They lived in Nashville, Tennessee, the heart of the Bible Belt. With Ramsay’s budding career—and impeccable reputation—at stake, it simply wasn’t an option to seek out a playmate at home. Nashville was in many ways a grown-up small town. Social circles overlapped at country clubs, charity committees and churches. Families were large and stayed in close touch. People liked to gossip, gossip, gossip, and then whip open their phones to share everything they’d learned.

  They’d dreamed of this vacation for months, ever since Arden’s parents had told them about their gift. Arden knew it was mostly her mother’s idea. Mom had pulled her aside soon after her wedding and told her how important it was to keep a marriage healthy and thriving. “Ramsay’s your meat and potatoes,” Mom had told her. “He’s the stuff that keeps you going and makes you strong. Don’t forget that you need him every single day.” Then Mom’s eyes had flashed just a bit. “But you’ve got to also remember that a little spice is a good thing. Throw in some fun and flavor every now and then to keep things fresh and exciting. You two need to get out of Nashville and break some rules.”

  Arden’s parents had a practice of paying for all of their household purchases with their credit card—and then promptly paying off the balance, Arden’s dad was no fool when it came to money—so that they earned tons of reward points. Arden’s mother often checked in with her daughter from golf resorts, casinos and spas—trips courtesy of the fine folks at Visa.

  In January her parents had informed her and Ram that they wanted to send them away on a Caribbean vacation for the week leading up to Ram’s birthday. It turned out that May eighth was in the low season and was a great time to visit the beaches south of Cancun. “You’re both working so hard,” Mom had explained, “and I know you’re saving your money for a house too. Let us do this for you. Dad and I researched resorts and we think you’ll just love Aventura. It’s on the Mexican Riviera, you know. Lots of European flair and fabulous beaches, honey. If you like it, we’d like to give you this same trip every year for Ram’s birthday.”

  Little did her mother know that as soon as Arden and Ram were alone, they’d decided that this vacation presented the perfect opportunity to find a woman to help them live out their favorite shared fantasy.

  Anonymity? Check.

  Nearly nude bodies? Check.

  Sun, alcohol, and loads of natural beauty? Check, check and check.

  They’d arrived midday on Sunday and taken the shuttle straight to the resort. People laughed, drank and danced, and so did she and Ram, but Arden was at a loss about how to get the real party started. They’d spent the first three full days at the resort, chatting up other guests and dancing to Mexican pop music in the discotheque. Arden had flirted with girls, Ram had flirted with girls, all to no avail. They’d gone back to the hotel room and had amazing sex after watching girl-on-girl porn on Ram’s iPad. Those first days were fabulously satisfying, and yet…

  With an itch for more Ramsay and Arden had branched out a bit from the resort. They’d spent a day at Xcaret, a lush eco-park, where they’d swum with dolphins and snorkeled through an underground river. The next day, they’d visited the Mayan ruins of Tulum and then gone out for an extravagant seafood dinner in town. Each of those excursions had left them entirely exhausted, so they’d collapsed into bed and skipped the nights of dancing at Aventura. And today, their last day, they’d spent the afternoon on a catamaran and snorkeled over reefs teeming with brilliantly colorful aquatic life.

  The vacation had been just about perfect. It had more than satisfied their hunger for both excitement and rest, but it had left one little craving unfulfilled.

  Arden lifted her mojito and took a long swallow. The bubbly rum, lime and mint was the perfect antidote to the scorching Mexican sun. Condensation from her glass dripped onto her stomach and made her tanned, oiled skin twitch involuntarily. She rubbed the cool water into her skin and shrugged unhappily. “I wish we were at one of those nudist resorts, Ram, but my parents picked this one out when they bought us the trip.” Arden swirled her glass to make the ice tinkle. She sighed. “It does seem pretty tame here, but I couldn’t really tell them we wanted a swinger place, could I?”

  Ramsay tugged at the strap of her white crocheted string bikini top. “The European women all go topless here. Come on, Arden, let’s pretend we’re French.” He pulled the triangle of her top down a bit, exposing the tender white skin underneath. “Your girls want some sun, poor thi
ngs. Look how white they are.”

  She pushed his hand away with an embarrassed giggle and leaned back in her chair. Her eyelids slipped shut and she let the sun drench her skin. She felt languid and deliciously limp in the broiling heat. “We’re not French, honey. I don’t see anybody else who’s topless.”

  Ram sat up in his lounge chair and scanned the beach. Although not a nudist resort, Aventura was adults-only, so there were no kids to be seen. After nearly a week at the small resort, he knew many of the other guests by sight, if not by name. The plump German women, Brunhilde, Hedwig and Magda, clad in matching navy swim dresses, lay pale and massive on the canvas lounge chairs. Their broad faces were heavily smeared with white zinc oxide. A couple of giggling Londoners on vacation from college were heading into the ocean with a two-person kayak. Clad in teeny Speedos, a trio of swarthy Spanish men tossed a Frisbee in the sand. Finally, Ram hit pay dirt.

  “Check it out, Arden. Four o’clock, those Brazilian women we talked to at the pool are topless. Damn. That’s so hot. And nobody’s paying any attention to them. Well, nobody but me,” he chuckled. “Come on, Arden. It’s our last day. Please?”

  Arden put on her giant black shades and rose to her elbows. Heavy drops of sweat raced down the hollow between her breasts and slid beneath the white string of her bikini top. She looked where Ram directed on the beach. Sure enough, Maria and Yasmin had doffed their bikini tops and were sunbathing in only their slim black thongs. Gabriel, Yasmin’s boyfriend, rubbed oil onto Maria’s bare back while Yasmin and Maria chatted animatedly. Maria pointed to her lightly burned bosom and pouted. Her skin was peeling and slightly reddened. Yasmin made a sympathetic face and gave Maria a light, playful kiss on the upper curve of her breast.

  Arden’s own nipples hardened in response. “Whoa, they look like they’re really good friends,” she murmured. Ram reached behind her and tugged discreetly at the strings of her bikini top while Arden studied the Brazilians on the beach. He expertly whisked the troublesome top away and placed it under a towel for safekeeping. Arden hardly noticed the air when it hit her exposed breasts, she was too intent on the scene unfolding before her.

  “Do you think the three of them get together and do it?” she asked Ramsay excitedly. “I think maybe they do. Can you imagine, babe?”

  Gabriel laughed and said something to Yasmin over Maria’s shoulder and then passed the bottle of sunscreen around Maria’s arm to her. He leaned back on one elbow between the women and watched as Yasmin squirted a generous dollop of warm oil into her hand. A shameless erection jutted from the front of Gabriel’s moss-green spandex swim trunks. Yasmin rubbed her hands together to emulsify the oil and then covered Maria’s small breasts with her palms.

  “Oh my god,” Arden whispered. “How much I would love to do that, Ram. With you watching, of course.” She squirmed in her lounge chair and her pussy lips grew wet. “Do you think they’d let me be their oil girl? I’d totally work for free.” Beside her, Ram grunted in empathy. Arden knew that her desire to touch another woman intimately was matched only by his desire to watch the scene unfold.

  Yasmin rubbed the oil onto Maria’s firm breasts, gently gliding her brown hands over Maria’s sunburned skin. Maria smiled and leaned toward her friend, arching her back to allow better access. The small brown nubs of her nipples, dark and shining with oil, pointed straight at Yasmin. Gabriel shifted behind Yasmin and planted a kiss on her shoulder, then reached around her side to heft her full breast. Arden let out a jealous little moan when she saw Gabriel pinch Yasmin’s thick nipple between his fingers and roll it back and forth.

  Arden glanced over at Ram and saw that he was enjoying the show as well. His lips were slightly pursed and his brow was furrowed above his gold-rimmed aviators. The biggest tell, however, was the size of his erection. He was pitching a tent large enough to fit an entire circus inside his drawers.

  Maria giggled and rolled her shoulders playfully. She brought her own hands to her breasts and pushed them together. Yasmin blew her a kiss and ran one finger down the deep cleavage Maria had created. She traced her finger down to Maria’s bellybutton, then ran it slowly toward the waist of her swimsuit bottom. Gabriel repositioned himself directly behind Yasmin with one knee to either side of her ample hips. The tip of his cock bumped against Yasmin’s cushiony thong-clad rear. He brought his other hand to Yasmin’s chest and kneaded both her breasts with comfortable familiarity.

  Arden took Ram’s hand in hers and squeezed. “Fuck, I’m so wet, baby,” she whispered.

  “Looks good, huh?” Ram noted in a gruff whisper. He held Arden’s hand out in front of him. “You’d better put some block on your own skin, Arden, so you don’t burn,” he said, squeezing a handful of coconut-scented sunscreen into her hand. “Now seems like a good time.”

  Arden rubbed her hands together, the oil squishing in the webs between her fingers, and nodded absently. As she lifted her hands to her exposed breasts, Yasmin’s questing finger reached the waistband of Maria’s thong. She held it there for a moment, teasing, and plucked lightly at the black fabric band. Arden nodded in mute encouragement and coated her own breasts with oil. Ramsay’s eyes slid from Arden’s breasts to Maria’s belly. He licked his lips.

  Gabriel’s fingers found Yasmin’s heavy nipples again and pinched them. He tugged and pulled at the dusky skin, yanking on her breasts as though he were milking them. Yasmin bit her full lower lip and crooked her fingertip under the elastic of Maria’s thong. “Oh, yeah,” Arden urged while rubbing oil into her own aching nipples. “They totally group fuck, Ram.” She crossed her legs tightly. “God, I’d love to get in on that.”

  “It should be us, Arden,” Ram murmured in agreement. “We’ve got to make it happen. It would take things to a whole new level.”

  Yasmin tugged at the edge of Maria’s thong. The black fabric slid down a half-inch over Maria’s dusky, hairless skin. Arden’s breath quickened and she toyed with her nipples as she watched. Yasmin snaked her finger downward, tugging the waistband of Maria’s thong down. With painstaking slowness, she revealed bit by bit of Maria’s bare pubis. Maria’s hips twisted gently, as though she were dancing to a slow song in her head, while Yasmin’s fingertip explored downward. Arden swallowed and heat pulsed between her legs. Finally the opening cleft of Maria’s mound was revealed. It was shiny-smooth and buttery-brown, like a sweetly toasted cake.

  “Holy fuck, Ram,” Arden murmured. Yasmin held her finger there, frozen at the entrance to Maria’s pussy, and pursed her full lips. She darted her eyes back toward the resort, cocked one eyebrow, and gave Maria a meaningful half-smile. Gabriel nodded over his girlfriend’s shoulder and lifted Yasmin’s breasts. They were heavy and full, overflowing in his hands. Arden wondered what it would feel like to pull one of Yasmin’s raisin-brown nipples into her mouth and suck its dark sweetness. She imagined swallowing with her mouth full of Yasmin’s plump breast, that thick nipple rubbing on her tongue and the roof of her mouth. She wondered if Yasmin would cry out if she sucked hard. Arden lowered one hand to her belly.

  Yasmin twisted her fingertip while holding it in place on Maria’s skin. Maria shrugged and looked away. Arden couldn’t tell if she was undecided or just playing hard to get. Maria’s small breasts moved up and down in the sun with her quickened breaths. She giggled and looked out at the ocean.

  “I’ll go if she won’t,” Arden chuckled roughly, easing her fingers down between her legs and beneath the front of her crocheted string bikini bottom. Glancing around for observers and finding none, Arden settled her fingers on her swollen clit. Her pussy was soaked from the thrill of simply watching. Surely at some point she’d get to actually play with another woman like that.

  Arden stroked faster.

  Gabriel shook Yasmin’s breasts quickly with his hands, making her ample flesh ripple in the afternoon sunlight. Beads of sweat and oil ran down Yasmin’s deeply tanned skin and over Gabriel’s clenched hands. Maria looked at Yasmin’s trembling breasts and smiled hungrily
. Yasmin pushed her finger down under the edge of the waistband of Maria’s thong, probing her cleft. Arden sighed and rolled her hips in her chair. It was so unfair—her own body screamed for such attention. Maria leaned into Yasmin’s touch and half closed her eyes, bucking her hips toward Yasmin’s hand. Yasmin’s finger disappeared under the edge of Maria’s suit bottom and a soft half-smile grew on Maria’s lips.

  Then a brisk, cheerful whistle split the air.

  Fuck.

  Arden glanced over her shoulder and saw Jorge, one of the resort bartenders, heading down the path with a heavily laden tray in his hand. Quick as anoles skittering under the rocks, Yasmin’s finger slipped out of Maria’s thong and Gabriel’s hands released both of Yasmin’s lovely large breasts. Arden felt as if she’d had the wind knocked out of her.

  Arden watched as the giggling women replaced their bikini tops and the trio gathered their belongings. They walked together, laughing, back toward the resort. Gabriel’s thick, erect cock bulged from his tight green trunks as he strode through the sand. He placed one possessive hand on each of the women’s lower backs as they walked in front of him.

  Chapter Two

  “Dos mojitos, por favor,” Ram said. Jorge nodded, white teeth flashing in his brown face, and went to take drink orders from the German contingent. His short, stocky form moved confidently through the sand. Although he wore knee-length shorts, a button-up shirt and an apron, Jorge seemed impervious to the heat blazing from the sun and from Arden’s sexually frustrated body. Arden scowled irritably at him.

  “Wanna take a dip in the ocean?” Ram asked. “I’m feeling a little overheated.”

  “Sure, babe. Maybe it’ll take my mind off of Maria playing with Yasmin and Gabriel up in their room,” Arden answered dejectedly. “But I kind of doubt it.” She retrieved her bikini top from beneath the towel and began to tie it around her neck.