**Vacation Heat**

We were on our last night in Cancun, drunk and buzzing from too many margaritas, when Amy leaned over the bar and whispered in my ear, *”I want him to watch.”* Her breath was hot, her lips sticky from the cocktail. I followed her gaze to the guy sitting a few stools down—tall, dark-haired, with a cocky smirk that told me he knew exactly what he wanted.

Amy had been teasing me all night, her tight sundress riding up her thighs, her nipples hard under the thin fabric. Now, she was slipping off her stool, hips swaying as she walked toward him. My cock was already straining against my jeans, and I didn’t stop her.

“Hey,” she said, fingers trailing over his arm. “You like to watch?”

His grin widened. “Depends on what I’m watching.”

Amy looked back at me, biting her lip. “Brian’s gonna fuck me. Right here. And you get to see everything.”

The bar was dim, but the stools were high-backed, giving us just enough privacy. My hands were on her before she finished speaking, yanking her dress up to her waist. She wasn’t wearing panties—of course she wasn’t—and her pussy was already glistening. I spun her around, bending her over the bar. The stranger’s eyes locked onto her bare ass, and I watched him lick his lips as I spread her cheeks, exposing her tight little hole.

“Fuck, she’s smooth,” he muttered, leaning closer.

Amy moaned when I spat on her asshole, rubbing my thumb against it. “You want him to see me stretch you open?” I growled in her ear.

“Yes,” she whimpered.

I unzipped my jeans, my cock springing free, already leaking. I pressed the head against her pussy first, teasing her, letting her feel how hard I was. The stranger’s breathing was heavy, his hand subtly palming himself through his pants.

Then I pulled back and lined up with her ass instead. Amy gasped as I pushed in, her body clenching around me. “Jesus, she’s tight,” I groaned, gripping her hips as I buried myself to the hilt. The guy’s eyes were glued to where we were joined, watching my cock disappear into her ass.

Amy was panting, her fingers white-knuckling the bar. “Fuck me harder,” she begged, and I obliged, slamming into her. The sound of skin slapping skin mixed with her moans, and the stranger finally gave in, unzipping his own pants to stroke himself.

“Lick her,” I ordered him. “Get her pussy wet while I fuck her ass.”

He didn’t hesitate, dropping to his knees behind Amy. His tongue dragged up her slit, and she cried out, her legs shaking. I could feel her clenching around me as he sucked her clit, his fingers digging into her thighs.

The combination was too much—her ass gripping me, his mouth on her, the thrill of being watched. I fucked her harder, my balls slapping against her. “Gonna cum in your ass,” I growled, and she whimpered, pushing back against me.

The stranger stood up, his cock out now, thick and heavy in his hand. “Can I?” he asked, nodding toward Amy’s mouth.

I grinned. “Ask her.”

Amy didn’t wait, turning her head to take him deep, her lips stretching around his girth. The sight of her sucking him while I pounded her ass sent me over the edge. My cock pulsed inside her, filling her up as she moaned around the stranger’s dick.

He wasn’t far behind—with a groan, he came across her face, streaks of white dripping down her chin. Amy licked her lips, her ass still squeezing me as I slowly pulled out.

The stranger exhaled, tucking himself away. “Fuck. That was…”

“Next time,” Amy said, straightening her dress with a smirk, “you can join in.”

I zipped up, watching him walk away dazed, before pulling my wife against me. “You’re fucking perfect,” I muttered into her hair.

She just laughed, licking the last of his cum off her fingers. “I know.”