Blame It On Mexico
The tanned goddess and her Adonis of a husband had grabbed our attention.
“Hey, babe, I’m going to go back to the room for a little bit.” My wife’s voice broke through the erotic daydream I was having about the voluptuous, tanned goddess who was sunning herself before me. “What’s that, dear?” “I’m going to go back to the room for a bit.” “Is everything okay?” “Yeah, I just don’t have my entertainment here,” she said and nodded at the woman I had been fantasizing about. We had been at this resor...