edited by Susurrus
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By one that afternoon, John, Carolyn, David, and Lisa were once again ensconced at the poolside bar. This time, they were at a booth in a raised corner that looked out over an arm of the tubing river and inward to command a view of the main seating area.
The booth was lined with thick cushions covered in an artificial leather that was both easy on bare skin and stain resistant: perfect for upholstery in this setting. After their long morning jog, the quartet had come back and splashed in the pool for a while, then gone back to their rooms to prepare for lunch. The epiphany that occurred in the bar the day before had opened a new world of kinky bisexual fun for the group, and they had spent the previous evening exploring many of the variations of positions, pairings, and groupings available to four people with no boundaries. David had even ass fucked John, breaking down that last barrier, though somehow John had never gotten around to reciprocating. Lisa was hoping that oversight would be addressed that afternoon.
Today, Lisa and Carolyn, joined enthusiastically by David (who was fast becoming a cum slut) and less so by John, planned to try some even more extreme exhibitionism than they had practiced before. Lisa had even stopped by the bar to check out the large booth, ensure that the table would stand up to what she had in mind, double check with the bartender that such an event would be okay, and asked him to reserve the table. Then she and David retired to their room, where they gave each other enemas, showered, and adorned themselves with jewelry in the fashion they had seen some of the other nude swingers display.
David wore a short sarong around his waist and Lisa tied a small pareo just above her tits, so that the hem barely covered her pussy when she stood still, and not at all when she walked. Just before they left their room, Lisa inserted a butt plug into David to make sure he was good and loose later.
John and Carolyn followed a similar routine in their suite, only Carolyn also wore a butt plug, as she wanted at least one of the guys to take her anal cherry in public today. The foursome were not inexperienced swingers, but La Playa had stripped away some of their deepest remaining inhibitions, and they were fast transforming into true sexual hedonists. John had been in a state of shock after David sucked him off in the bar the day before, mainly because he didn’t know how Carolyn would react. After seeing her enthusiasm and hearing her low whispered and loudly shouted encouragements when they played after that episode, he had no more doubts and was ready to allow himself to get fully into the “swing” of the bisexual lifestyle.
He was smart enough to know that they were playing with emotional fire in terms of their relationship, and had mentioned it to Carolyn. She also reassured him on this point. While she wasn’t naïve enough to think that what was happening at the resort would entirely stay there, she suggested to John that they spend their time on the return flight and for a couple weeks after they got home, reflecting on what happened, writing down their likes, dislikes, limits, and non-starters, comparing lists, and discussing it like adults.
But while at La Playa, they decided to do their best to suspend all judgment and jealousy and simply enjoy themselves to the fullest. John readily agreed to this proposal, as it set his mind at ease that their emotions weren’t entirely taking over their lives.
After the waitress delivered their margaritas and tapas, Carolyn looked at her three lovers and giggled. The giggle became a laugh that infected Lisa, and the two women leaned in and kissed their men. David and John, who at this point were entirely guided by the impulses of their lower brains, were bewildered as to what was so funny.
“Oh, guys, I just started giggling from the sheer joy and freedom of this place and what we're doing. I think Lisa couldn't help but join in,” explained Carolyn.
“That’s right,” Lisa chimed in. “It’s kind of like when we were little kids, seven or eight years old, running around the playground. Only this is a much bigger and nicer playground, with even more playmates.”
“So you were giggling because you’re happy?” asked David.
“Of course, silly,” replied Carolyn. “How often do we get to be completely carefree as adults? When can we truly put aside all our inhibitions and baggage and pretend to be whoever we want?” Carolyn was on something of a roll. “Lisa and I play act all the time online. We cyber and have phone sex with people and that’s all pretend as long as we keep it in perspective. This place is exactly the same, only we get to have the sex for real.”
“That’s my sweetheart!” said John with a chuckle. “Always finding a silver lining in every situation.”
The group all laughed and dug in to the tapas. Their morning exercise had left them with more than just sexual hunger.
Lisa and Carolyn let the playfulness seep back into the scene as they devoured the fish, shrimp, and potato fritters. Lisa exaggerated sucking the meat from the tail of a shrimp, and Lisa pursed her lips, sliding a long, sweet, potato fritter into her mouth like a cock. Between bites, the women played grab ass with their men. Nipples were flicked, inside thighs were brushed and feet ran up and down legs.
The men quickly got into the mood, helped along by the biting cold impact of the tequila and Cointreau coursing through their veins. When Lisa stood up slightly to reach for a different tapas plate across the table, David slipped his hand down onto the bench so that she sat on his finger when she returned. John reached behind Carolyn and pinched her curvaceous rear.
Lisa “accidentally” dribbled some cocktail sauce on her tit, which David proceeded to lick off like an ice cream cone, loosening the knot in her pareo as he played. The table was large, and the two couples sat opposite each other, so John had to slip down almost off the bench to reach a foot into David’s crotch and tickle his dick with his toes. This light-hearted play went on until most of the plates of food were empty, and David signaled the waitress to clear the table and bring them another round.
With the table cleared and wiped down, Lisa climbed up on her hands and knees, crossed the table, and locked lips with John, who promptly reached up and began fondling her breasts through her pareo. David reached up and untied the knot of the pareo and pulled the flimsy garment aside, then stood on the sturdy bench, dropped his almost non-existent sarong, leaned forward slightly, and began running his cock up and down from Lisa’s clit to her asshole and back again.
