Couples in Cabo

The fresh ocean breeze caresses my face through the open car window of the Uber. I had been dreaming of Cabo for months. I had been craving an escape, something that would slow down time and allow me to spend more time with my fiance, Ryan.

Ryan and I had been together for five years and engaged for six months, but life lately had become a blur of work stress, responsibility, wedding planning, and the humdrum of everyday routines. This vacation would serve two purposes—scoping out venues for our destination wedding and helping us reconnect. Cabo, with its pristine beaches and exotic charm, seemed like the perfect place to do just that. It was also conveniently a short two and a half hour flight from Los Angeles.

"This is perfect," I tell Ryan from the balcony of our oceanfront room at Casa Dorada Resort & Spa, watching the sun sink slowly into the horizon, painting the sky in fiery shades of pink, orange, and purple. The air smelled like salt and something sweet—a combination of the ocean and the blooming hibiscus flowers that lined the path to the beach.

Ryan smiles, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. "Told you it would be."

The sky deepens into twilight as we walk along the beach to a restaurant for dinner. "I can't remember the last time we did nothing," I say, feeling the warm sand between my toes, enjoying the rhythmic sound of the ocean roar in the background. "We used to be so much fun. What happened to us?"

Ryan shrugs. "Life gets busy and that’s okay,” he replies. “But it feels good to get away. No emails, no deadlines, or wedding planning. No pressure."

I slap his arm playfully. “Don’t forget we have to scope out venues while we’re here,” I remind him. 

“Can’t we just book the reception hall at our hotel and call it a day?” he asks. “Looking at venues just seems like such a chore while we’re here.” 

Ryan is right. We had planned to relax by the pool, take a boat ride to the famous Arch, and explore the lively streets of San José del Cabo. We wanted to take a step back from the chaos of their busy lives and rediscover each other. Scoping out venues while here seemed like a waste of precious time and defeated the purpose of our trip altogether. Still, I couldn’t bring myself to write it off our itinerary altogether. I wanted our wedding to be perfect, after all.

“We can talk about it later,” I say with a sigh. I could worry about it tomorrow. Tonight I would allow my high-strung, type A-self to try to relax.

“Welcome to 12 Tribes,” our hostess says in perfect English when we finally arrive at the restaurant. “Do you have a reservation?” 

“Yes,” Ryan replies. “Table for two under Whittaker.”

“Follow me,” the hostess says with a smile, leading us to an outdoor table overlooking the water and Cabo San Lucas’ famous Arch. 

The restaurant’s dim lighting, combined with the setting sun and ocean breeze makes an already perfect evening borderline magical. I allow myself to take in the scenery—still unable to believe I am having dinner with the love of my life at a beach resort in Mexico following the very chaotic last few months.

Our server soon arrives and Ryan orders a glass of wine. I order a margarita. 

"I can get used to this," I say, unable to hide my excitement. This is exactly what I had envisioned for our trip—romantic candlelight dinners, lots of alcohol, and hopefully even more sex. We had only been here a few hours and we had quickly done two out of three. Not bad so far, but the night was young and full of promise.

Ryan order the surf and turf, and I order the house salmon. Both are mouthwateringly delicious. 

“Do you want dessert?” Ryan asks immediately after taking his final bite of steak.

“I’m so full. There’s no way I could eat anything else,” I reply. 

“Who said anything about food?” Ryan asked, a wicked grin forming on his lips. He then waves our waiter over, pays our bill, and we rush out of the restaurant and through the beach back to our hotel.

We can barely hold back by the time we reach the elevator, which is luckily empty. The second the doors close, Ryan turns me around and passionately presses his lips on mine. His hand is in my hair and I wrap my arms around his neck. Ryan’s tongue is soon exploring the inside of my mouth, and I press my hips against his in response.

Is this happening? Are we going to have sex in an elevator? 

My mind is racing with possibilities. I’ve always wanted to spice up our sex life, maybe the risk of getting caught will be a welcome change.

I start tugging at the buttons of Ryan’s shirt, my fingers working quickly but still not fast enough. I’m halfway done unbuttoning his shirt when the elevator dings and the doors open. We immediately pull away, and I curse under my breath for not remembering to press the “Close Doors” button as the elevator moved.

My disappointment, however, only lasts two seconds because the most beautiful couple I have ever seen steps into the elevator. The man is tall and muscular. He has dark wavy hair and the most mesmerizing set of hazel eyes I have ever seen. The woman is petite, but has voluptuous curves that go on for miles. Her hair is light brown and has full, plump lips and an angular face. They are both tan and look like they just finished a casual beach photoshoot. 

It’s rude to stare, but I can’t tear my eyes away from them. When I finally look over at Ryan, his eyes are also glued to the couple and his mouth is practically hanging open. I know he thinks they are attractive, and while I usually get jealous if I get the inkling he’s looking at another woman, I can’t blame him in this case. I am wondering what it would be like to bite her lips, to feel them against mine, and the thought causes a shiver to run down my spine.

“I like your dress,” the woman tells me, bringing me back to reality.

“Thank you.” I give her a polite smile, hoping to play off the fact that my fiance and I have been staring at her and her partner for the last minute.

The rest of the elevator ride feels like an eternity. The couple finally gets off—only one floor below ours—but my moment with Ryan has passed. We missed our opportunity to have sex in an elevator. 

Ryan and I spend the next day lounging by the pool. The heat of the sun, the coolness of the margaritas in our hands, and the ability to relax and allow ourselves to just be is an experience that’s tough to beat. We welcome the sunset alongside a blissful kind of exhaustion, one that can only come from indulging in simple pleasures—sunshine, good food, and the constant sound of waves rolling in the distance.

“Let’s keep the fun going,” I tell Ryan once we go back to our room to shower and freshen up after the pool. I’m hoping that after a few drinks, Ryan and I can come back and set the mood.

 

Sex with Ryan has always been great, but we’re very vanilla and I want him to get down and dirty.

I put on a powder blue lingerie set underneath a long backless hot pink dress. The mere thought of Ryan ripping my dress off later to discover the set underneath is exciting. I thought about not wearing any underwear at all, but I decided it was a fun surprise.

We reach the rooftop bar just before dusk and get seated at the last remaining table with an ocean view. We sit down, and I am fully aware that the attractive elevator couple is sitting at the table right next to ours.

The woman is wearing a light, flowing dress, her hair loosely tied up. The man is sitting back with a cocktail in hand, his white shirt slightly unbuttoned. Their hands are casually intertwined, and their eyes were locked in what I could only assume is a very interesting conversation.

Ryan and I ignore them, trying not to gawk at them again like we had in the elevator. But as the evening wore on, a few accidental glances and shy smiles are exchanged.

Eventually, the woman walks over. “I couldn’t help but notice your dress again. It’s absolutely stunning! Where did you get it?”

I can’t believe the woman remembers me, or my dress for that matter. Regardless, I’m flattered. “Thanks, I got it at Saks. It’s Cult Gaia.”

“Well, you’ve got great taste,” the woman adds. 

I notice how her lips move as she talks, and something stirs at the base of my stomach. 

“This might be rather forward, but can we join you at your table? My husband and I love to make new friends, and you two seem super nice,” the woman continues. 

I turn to look at Ryan, waiting to see his reaction. I don’t see the harm in letting the couple sit with us, but this is supposed to be our romantic getaway. 

“Sure,” Ryan says, running a hand through his hair. “Why not? It could be fun.” 

The woman smiles, then waves her husband over. “I’m Maya,” she says, shaking our hands to formally introduce herself. 

“And I’m Theo,” her tall, handsome husband says when he finally reaches our table. His voice is a low baritone, and he, too, shakes our hands. 

“What brings you guys to Cabo?” Ryan asks once we’ve introduced ourselves, too.

“We’re here on a scuba trip,” Theo answers. “We go on at least two scuba trips each year, but this year Cabo is our third. It’s been great.”

The conversation flows easily from there. Maya and Theo’s enthusiasm is contagious. It isn’t long before we’re chatting like old friends—old friends you find devilishly attractive. As the evening wore on, we moved to a larger table to keep drinking. 

Hours go by until our waiter comes over to inform us the bar is closing soon. “This is the last call for drinks,” he says. 

“It’s been so much fun getting to know you guys,” I say. “Hopefully we get to see you at breakfast or by the pool tomorrow.”

“Definitely,” Ryan adds, pushing his chair back to stand. 

Theo and Maya look at each other. Maya suddenly clears her throat. Then Theo turns to look at us.

“We don’t want to make this weird,” Maya begins. “And we definitely understand if the answer is no, but—”

“We talked about it, and we’d love to have you guys come up to our room tonight if you’re game,” Theo finally says. 

“For more drinks?” Ryan asks, a look of confusion on his face. 

Theo chuckles and shakes his head. “No, not for more drinks.”

“To join us. In bed,” Maya clarifies. 

Ryan’s eyes widened. He stares at them, his mouth hanging open. I can’t tell if he’s flattered, offended, or simply in disbelief. 

My heart is racing. I’ve heard of people who do things like that, of couples who don’t mind sleeping with other people as long as it’s consensual. It always seems like something that happens in movies, or to other people. I never thought it might happen to someone as uptight and as type-A as me. 

“Listen, we understand this is not something people usually ask couples they’ve only known for a few hours. But we think you guys are really attractive and it could be really fun,” Theo says in his deep baritone voice.

I feel the space between my legs start to throb. Ryan is still speechless. 

“Think about it,” Maya says. “We’ll wait for an hour. If you decide to join us, we’re in room 207.” As she says this, she slides a key card across the table towards us. Then she and Theo get up and leave. 

“Well, that was strange,” Ryan says once they’re out of earshot. 

“It really was.”

“Can you imagine if we actually joined them?” he adds with a chuckle. 

I clear my throat. “I mean, I can. It would probably be the best sex of our lives, but you and I aren’t that kind of people.”

Ryan stops and stares into my eyes. “What are you saying?”

“I’m not saying anything. Just that it would be super out of left field for us,” I reply. 

“Are you saying you’d actually consider it?” Ryan asks. 

“No,” I lie, as if the thought of Theo’s lips on mine while Ryan goes down on me didn’t cross my mind at least a dozen times in the last hour. Or the thought of Maya and I making out while Ryan and Theo watched. 

“Because if you really wanted to, I’d consider it,” Ryan continues. 

“Are you saying you want to do it or you’d consider doing it because you think I want to?” I ask, still in shock that Ryan and I are actually having this conversation. 

Ryan pauses. He bites his lip. Then after a while, he finally replies. “Both,” he says. “I think you’ve been thinking about it since we saw them in the elevator. And truth be told, so have I.”

Nothing Ryan has ever done has ever turned me on this much. I grab him by the shirt collar and give him a giant kiss on the lips. “Does this mean we are going up to their room now?”

Ryan takes my hand and leads me back inside the hotel, into the elevator, and up to the second floor. Once we reach room 207, Ryan stops and grabs me by the shoulders. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asks, handing me the room key. 

I smile at him and kiss him again. I’ve never been more sure of anything my entire life. Then before another second can pass by, I knock on the door before using the key card to open it. 

“We were hoping you would come,” Maya says with a smile. 

Except for the few lighted candles throughout, the room’s lights are off. The faint smell of perfume and cologne lingers in the air. 

Maya and Theo are in their underwear, already waiting on the bed. Their tan, sculpted bodies make my stomach stir. I feel myself getting wet from the anticipation. 

Theo pats the spot next to him on the bed. “Join us,” he says, “don’t be shy.”

Ryan and I sit on the bed, still fully clothed. Theo starts working on the zipper on the back of my dress while Maya works the buttons of Ryan’s shirt. 

Theo’s hands are rugged compared to Ryan’s, and the feeling of his fingers along my back make my nipples perk up. I’m thinking we’re going to switch partners—which is okay with me—but once Ryan and I are in our underwear, they both stop. 

“Ladies first,” Theo says with a sly smile.

Ryan grins. “We’re gentlemen, after all,” he says. 

Maya kneels on the bed in front of me and I follow suit. She puts one hand on my shoulder and the other on my neck, pulling me towards her into a kiss. Her lips are soft and plump, and she kisses me slowly, tenderly.

I had never kissed a woman before, nor had I ever had the intention, but kissing Maya feels right and oh so sinful at the same time. 

Maya suddenly reaches back behind her and unhooks her bra. She yanks it off and throws it at Ryan, who puts it up to his nose and inhales her sweet scent. Then she grabs my hands and puts them on her breasts. 

Her breasts are much bigger than mine. I hold them in my hands, feeling their weight and grazing her perfect nipples. I squeeze and knead them while Maya darts her tongue around inside my mouth. 

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” I hear Ryan mutter. 

Out of the corner of my eye I see that he’s fully naked now and moving his hand up and down his giant cock. 

Maya moves her hands down to my waist, her fingers playing with the strings of my crotchless panties. Then she breaks our kiss, spits on two of her fingers, and presses them against my clit. 

I feel my head tilt back and a moan escapes my lips while her fingers move around and around my clit. 

A second pair of lips is showering the back of my neck with kisses—Theo’s. His warm breath sends a shiver down my spine as he works his way down. Maya moves to Ryan, leaving my clit throbbing with unfulfilled pleasure. Her mouth finds his and they begin to kiss. Then she grabs his dick and starts moving her hand along its shaft. 

Theo unhooks my bra, tossing it to the floor. He kneels behind me and presses his body against mine while he reaches around to grab my boobs. His rough fingers pull and yank at my nipples, making me wetter and wetter. His erection is pressed against my back and I feel it growing while he nibbles on my ear. 

I turn to face him and take Theo’s cock into my hand. It’s slightly smaller than Ryan’s but thicker, and I spit on it before rubbing my hand up and down. He leans back and closes his eyes, clearly enjoying the sensation. 

My body is vibrating with desire. I start touching myself, flicking my clit with one hand while moving my other hand along Theo’s thick shaft. Once Theo notices what I’m doing, he immediately pulls away. He pushes me onto the bed and pulls my hips down so that my legs dangle over the edge. He then kisses the inside of my thighs, working his way up to my pussy. He licks my labia, taking his time to work through my folds. Once he reaches my clit, he flattens his tongue and presses it tightly against it. He licks it up and down, never lessening the pressure and never speeding up.

The sensation sends me into overdrive. “I’m so close,” I whisper.

Theo sucks on my clit, and it starts to throb, but stops before I come. “Maya,” he says. “Get over here.”

Maya looks up at him. Ryan’s penis is in her mouth, and she slowly stops what she is doing and walks over to me. She bends over the other side of the bed, so that she and I are perpendicular to each other. Her ass is face up, and Theo stands behind her.

 

I see Theo slip his penis inside her as she slips two fingers inside me. 

Maya and I moan with pleasure. The harder Theo pumps into her, the harder she pumps her fingers in and out of me. Ryan comes over and starts kissing me, his lips swollen from Maya’s kisses. He darts his tongue inside of me as his hands work on my breasts. I reach down and start giving him a hand job. I’m only a few strokes in when his knees are on either side of my face and puts his giant hard cock in my mouth. I can’t move, so he pumps in and out of my mouth. Each time he does, the tip of his cock hits the back of my throat.

I can’t move away or talk, and the loss of control is exhilarating. The only thing I can do is move my hands along the back of Ryan’s legs and allow myself to indulge in the feeling of Maya’s fingers curling inside me while Ryan is in my mouth. I’ve never felt so much pleasure before. 

“You’re being such a good girl,” Ryan says, panting. His eyes are wild, his mouth slack with desire. He’s never looked sexier.

 

Then, before I can fully comprehend what is happening, Maya and I are on the bed on all fours. Theo is behind me and Ryan behind her. She comes closer and starts kissing me again. Then I feel Theo rubbing his cock around the entrance to my pussy. 

“I want you inside me. Now,” I order.

Theo wastes no time and enters me slowly, stretching me out with his thick, swollen dick. He pumps in and out of my slick, wet pussy, going deeper and deeper each time. 

Before going back to kiss Maya, I steal a glance at Ryan. He is pumping in and out her from the back, too. His head is tilted back, soft, guttural moans escaping his lips. Sweat is starting to form along his chiseled abs. Watching Ryan enjoying himself so much stirs something inside me, making me hornier, wetter. I can’t wait for him to fuck me after I’m done with Theo.

Theo grabs onto my hips for support, pulling me hard and fast against his dick every time he pumps. He almost pulls completely out of me each time he thrusts, leaving me empty before slamming hard into me again and filling me up. 

My body is overcome with pleasure. I can only take so much. “I’m going to come,” I half moan, half whisper.

“Oh, no, you don’t,” I hear Ryan say. 

Theo then pulls out from inside me and switches to Maya. He gets on his back and Maya straddles him, grinding hard and fast against his cock.

Ryan pushes me onto my back. He rips my crotchless panties off—which I was no longer aware I had on—and tosses them. Then he climbs on top of me and kisses my neck before entering me.

 

His hard cock slips in and out of my wet and throbbing pussy, hitting my G spot every time he thrusts.

 

Ryan grabs my thigh and pushes it up and to the side to give him deeper access. I grind my hips against him as he pushes himself deeper and deeper.

My toes start to curl. My stomach tightens. The pleasure is so intense I can’t hold it in, and it finally cascades through my body like waves.

Ryan keeps thrusting until I see his stomach pulsating and he shudders against me, his penis reverberating with ecstasy inside me. Then he falls over next to me on the bed, spent. He kisses me softly before scooping me into his arms, and we hold each other while we watch Theo and Maya climax, each of them letting out a deep moan as they do.

***

The next morning as we head to breakfast, we see Maya and Theo at the front desk. They wave at us as they turn in their keys to the receptionist.

We wave back, smiling at our shared secret, and keep walking to the restaurant. After all, Ryan and I have a romantic vacation to continue.