It was early in the morning of our fourth day at Hedonism II, an "adults only" anything goes resort in Jamaica which would become famous over time for it's ribald adventures and no-holds barred revelry. We hadn't really understood what we were in for when we booked our trip here, but now we were thick in the soup of it all.
The prior night had seen our friend Dan lose track of his wife - last seen sharing a "hands in each other panties" type of make-out session with another woman amongst the crowds of a "Naughty Nighty" overnight party - and my descent into the ranks of cuckoldry later in the evening when Dan chose to crawl into bed with my wife while his wife explored her lesbian side.
It had been a big night, and my wife Sherry and I had seen and done a lot over the last few days, It seemed time to take stock of our relationship and our lives. Any hurt feelings? Jealousy? She said no, I think honestly.
I admitted that there had been a bit of jealousy toward Dan as I watched them in bed, but felt that was perhaps supposed to be part of the whole cuckoldry experience. I was glad we had one it, but was still processing it a bit.
Sherry admitted that was feeling a bit embarrassed about the night before - especially the last part - of which the less is said the better. I let her know that it had been her night and I wanted her to set the rules and do what she wanted. We had been willing partners in our adventures so far, and if some of it left a bad taste in my mouth, well, that was just part of trying new things.
She pointed out that I had been relatively chaste the whole trip - not having any sex partners but her. I said "We've been doing so many sexual things I'm not sure I even noticed."
She laughed at that and called me a liar - which was a little bit true I guess. I had been in bed with the brassy blonde Brenda in little more than her bra and panties, and watched naughty nurse Michelle eat my wife out for half hour, and still hadn't gotten to first base with either. I admitted that this was a bit disappointing.
"And Julie - you wanted her bad I could tell."
Well, there was that, but Julie seemed to be firmly into women only. I seemed to always fall for the ones that I had seemingly the least chance of ever getting.
We talked more about our little adventures - dissecting again the hot tub disaster, the porn movie night, the Naughty Nighty party and the cuckold experience. Sherry decided that we needed to try harder to get me laid. (Sherry and I had had sex more than three times a day since coming to Hedo so I was getting laid, but I got what she meant.)
She promised she'd "try harder to make that happen - even if it meant she would have to make some bold moves" she said that with a sparkle in her eye. "Just maybe not today. I'm kind of "fucked out" and I need to recover."
She told me that if I saw something I wanted, she considered it to be open hunting season, which made us both laugh. I thought about Julie and about Brenda - but figured Julie didn't swing my direction and Brenda probably wouldn't take me seriously. Otherwise I had no real thoughts on anyone that might be interested.
Our feelings in the open, we decided to start our day and hopped in the shower together. I couldn't help but notice that Sherry was getting a little bit of sunburn in areas where we perhaps hadn't slathered on enough of the SPF-50. When she was going down on me I noticed she actually had some sunburn on the top of her head where she parted her hair.
Post shower we did another sunscreen application party and wound up in bed again. We finally made it out the door to lunch somewhere after noon.
Sherry was concerned about Dan and Brenda and wanted to drop by their room on the way to eat, but I was hungry and figured we'd see them at the buffet. We finished our meal. No Dan and no Brenda.
We went to their room and saw that the maids were cleaning it. Then we got closer and realized the room was empty and being prepared for the next guests. Only then did we realize that they had left for the airport. We hadn't even exchanged phone numbers or anything. Heck we didn't know their last names.
It was a bummer way to lose a couple we had enjoyed being with, especially with no way to connect after the big night, but I think we understood why they left they way they did. "What happens here stays here" was a motto at Hedonism for decades before Las Vegas picked it up. They didn't want anything to follow them home.
We promised ourselves this wouldn't get us down, though to be honest we didn't have much planned. We were both sleep deprived and planned to head back to the room for a nap, but found that there was a big party blowing up on the beach next to our room. Loudspeakers, dance music. Lots of cheering and screaming. We'd never be able to sleep through that, so we out to the beach went to take a look.
We found that there was a contest going on and what we saw were basically a dozen women shooting "blow jobs" - a mix of liquor that was served up in a test tube. The trick was to drink it with no hands. You had to put your mouth on it, jerk your head upwards and hope you could swallow it all without it winding up all over your face. It was easier said than done.
We were standing in the small crowd and it was a combination of naked people and others you could tell had just come in from the airport - fully dressed for travel and kind of sticking out a like a sore thumb. They were the ones that were checking out the blowjob competition, the nude beach and sometimes the naked person standing next to them and were so overloaded that they didn't know where to put their eyes. We had been there just a few short days ago, so we totally understood their befuddlement.
A young couple walked up at one point and stopped to watch with a look on their faces approaching horror.
She was in a long white dress that came to her knees, sleeveless in recognition of the heat, but with a very high neckline and otherwise practically shapeless other than a slight tapering at the hips. White closed toed shoes with very small heels. Her hair was long, straight, and chestnut in color. Very light make-up.
He wore the black slacks and white shirt not unlike that of a Mormon missionary or perhaps just an IT worker with a bad sense of fashion. Blonde with very short hair and a face that looked like it saw more light from computer monitors than the sun.
Together they would have fit in well at a post church get together at the local pancake house or perhaps a PTA meeting. They stuck out like flowers in a septic tank amongst the horny, hung-over Hedo crowd.
So a small aside...
We all have our kinks and hot buttons. I had developed a fetish early in life for what I referred to as church women. I had grown up in a very conservative community and these women were prevalent, and usually the most desirable in the church groups.
I had even lost my virginity to my high school sweetheart, who was in every way a proper, upstanding Christian soldier right up until the day she invited me into her room and shared herself with me for the first time.
I actually even met my wife Sherry at a church function at a catholic church outside of Los Angeles. It was love at first site seeing her in that angelic white lace dress and sensible heels. (A story for another time.)
So to summarize, I had a thing for the kind of woman that would never engage in the kind of deeply nasty kinds of things that I would want to do with them. I had a thing for church ladies.
So, back to the story, this conservatively dressed beauty was exactly that kind of woman I had always had a fetish for, and I was smitten.
