My name is Hedo Harry, and my wife is Sexy Sadie. Actually, those aren't our real names at all, but just our "Hedo Handles." You see, we spend a lot of time at the Hedonism II resort in Negril, Jamaica, where nobody uses their real names.
Sadie and I are what I like to call "vacation swingers." In real life, we are very conservative and strait-laced. I am an accountant; she is a school teacher. But when we go on vacation, we turn into totally different people! If our friends back home, or god forbid our employers, knew what we did, we would be in deep trouble! That is why we use fake names. But we definitely make the most of our swinging lifestyle when we do it!
We go to Hedo II every year, sometimes several times per year. I am going to tell you about a typical trip. This story won't include how we came to discover Hedo, or learned to embrace our inner swinging nature; maybe I'll tell that story in a future chapter. But for now, let's just discuss a typical trip. I think you'll find that interesting enough!
We generally stay at Hedo for at least a week at a time. We fly into Montego Bay, a grueling flight that starts very early in the morning and lands around noon. After the plane lands, we trudge through the sweltering airport, spend an hour in the immigration hall, and eventually get on a bus that will take us to the resort. All the while, we are thinking about the great sex we will be having, with each other, and with people we haven't even met yet.
The bus ride is the first essentially Hedo part of the trip! Everyone on the bus is going to either Hedo, or a similar resort, so you know they are all into sexual exploration. There usually isn't much overt sex on the bus, but always lots of naughty innuendo. On this particular trip, there were two beautiful twenty-something chicks that were already quite tipsy, or maybe they were high. They decided to flash the passersby out of the windows of the bus. They would pull up their tops, press their boobs against the bus window, and yell at the top of their lungs at passing cars and pedestrians. Sadie caught me watching their boobs appreciatively. She leaned over and said, "I'll bet you're already planning on sucking those boobies, aren't you?" Then she grabbed my crotch, and felt my erection. "Yes, you are, aren't you?" I gave her a big smile.
On another bus trip, years ago, there was this one woman who just couldn't wait to get to the resort to start her naughtiness; she started giving out handjobs during the ride. She must have jerked off seven or eight guys. Sexy Sadie watched with a huge smile as the lady stroked me off, and licked up my cum from the palm of her hand!
Anyway, the bus trip lasts a little over an hour, and then you get to the resort, and the bus drops you off at the lobby. The big chandelier, with all the fish swimming around it, greets you! We filled out some paperwork and got our keys, and went to our room.
Our room was in an area called "H-Block," because it is shaped like a capital letter H. All of Hedo is made up of two story meandering stucco buildings. There are no hallways; every room opens to the outside, to a lush tropical forest, just brimming with sexuality and sensuality. Anyway, Sadie and I went to our room and dropped off our bags. We immediately shed our clothes, and then embraced in the middle of the room and kissed deeply.
I looked down into the beautiful face of my wife and wrapped my arms around her, grabbing her ass. We kissed again. I said, "Well? Should we do it now? Before we head out to the beach?"
She reached down and stroked my semi-erect cock. She said, "I'd love that, but let's go down to the nude pool first. If we start now, we'll never make it to the beach. And I'd rather work up a few fantasies first."
She was right! So we broke our embrace, stuffed a few items into our beach bags (sunblock, cigarettes, lighters, disposable camera), and meandered down to the "nude pool" complex.
The "nude pool" area is down at the end of the resort. It includes a swim-up bar, a pool, a hot tub, and a grill with food. The entire area is nude. It is the most fun part of the entire resort. We ran into lots of old friends on the way there; although it was only a few hundred yards from our room, it took us twenty minutes to get to the bar, for all the old friends that we ran into and had to chat with!
Eventually, we got to the bar. Everyone calls it "Elroy's," in honor of the bartender there. Elroy is a jovial, fun-loving Jamaican man, with a bald head and a huge smile. He remembered us (and everyone else!) from year to year. As soon as he saw us, he made our usual drinks: a mudslide for Sadie, and an Appleton and Coke for me.
No sooner had I started to sip my drink, than I was accosted by one of the ECs. That's "Entertainment Coordinators," for you newbies. They are there to make sure the guests have fun, no matter what! This EC was a tiny Jamaican woman named Asta. "Hedo Harry! Welcome back to Jamaica, mon! We are about to start Find Your Mate!"
Now, "Find Your Mate" is a standard Hedo game. It involves naked couples. First, they line up all the men, and take one wife, and blindfold her. Then she has to "find her mate" by feel alone. It's a lot of fun, and always gets lots of laughs, as well as lots of naughty touching. People who aren't playing line up to watch the fun.
I told Asta that my mate had already disappeared (which was true; Sadie had run off to the pool to chat with some friends), but Asta didn't care. She said, "Come on, Mon; you gonna be our ringer." I wasn't sure what she meant by that, but I soon found out.
There were about ten naked men lined up on the beach, and one blindfolded woman. Turns out, her husband was a man just about my size, and with just about the same amount of body hair as me. Now, Asta is a scamp. She hustled the woman's husband out of the line-up, and inserted me into the line. The blindfolded woman went up and down the line, feeling chest hair, feeling dick sizes, feeling asses. Naturally, she thought I was her husband. "This is him!" she announced.
Asta told her the usual instructions: "If you are sure he is your man, you have to kiss him before you take off your blindfold," But the woman was very sure she had found her mate. Instead of just kissing me, she dropped to her knees and sucked my cock into her mouth! The audience cheered, of course!
The woman was a very good cock-sucker, I have to give her that. She worked her lips and tongue all over my cock, and fondled my balls and stroked my shaft at the same time. It wasn't long before I was shooting buckets of cum down her throat, which she swallowed greedily. Ah, my first blowjob of the trip!
