Jan and I have a great relationship. It hasn't always been that way during our twenty years of marriage and we've had struggles along the way like any other couple. But my time with my wife has been worth the effort, and we do enjoy each other in so many ways. She has become more secure in her sexuality over the years and has enjoyed being a bit more of an exhibitionist. Perhaps exhibitionist is not the correct term in this regard. Jan is more of an entertainer since it's really about the performance she likes to provide other people who are lucky enough to get a front-row seat and catch her act. This all started on our anniversary night when we found ourselves behind the restaurant, celebrating in front of a seemingly captive audience. Afterwards, they did voice their approval with boisterous applause. Perhaps that's where Jan got the "acting" bug. She has spoken about that night quite often and has said how much she enjoyed the attention we received. I suppose that's where she got her latest idea, a.k.a. the scheme.
My wife, Jan, never really had to work much since I made enough money in my import/export business, dealing mainly in medical supplies, to support us and our two teenage children. I have to travel extensively in order to maintain my business contacts and, sometimes, Jan will travel with me. I never have had a problem with her accompanying me on my travels, but I am always afraid that she will get bored. Even though my trips might take me to Spain or Norway or Great Britain or any other destination around the world, she always seems to take them in stride and enjoys her stay. I do feel secure in the fact that, if Jan and I are both gone, our kids can stay with my parents for that period of time.
Well, it was time for another business trip and Jan wanted to go along. So, we made arrangements for our kids, packed our bags, and boarded the plane for Africa...destination Dar es Salaam, on the coast of Tanzania. We stayed in a quaint hotel, near the water, while I concluded my business there. We had arranged to be abroad for ten days and, knowing the trip to Tanzania would be concluded within two, we decided to take some leisure time for just the two of us. Because of my busy schedule, I had asked Jan to make the vacation arrangements for a location close to where I would be working. I wanted to spend my time relaxing, rather than traveling too far. We had discussed the variety of resorts that appealed to both of us and she started making our plans. I trusted her implicitly and knew that she would find the ideal spot where we could unwind. However, even though she assured me that the resort would be close by, she would not reveal its location until we had landed in Tanzania. After my work was concluded and we had repacked our bags, she instructed me to go with her to board a launch which would take us to our vacation hideaway, Seychelles. Seychelles is a group of islands northeast of Madagascar. It could not be more remote and secluded. I was really looking forward to this retreat with my wife, an escape from the everyday to blissful rest. Finally, the green shores of the island of Mahe came into view. I was curious about where we would stay and the plans that she had made, but she pulled me aside before we landed to tell me about the resort and what she had arranged.
Jan had made arrangements for us to stay at the Hilton. However, it was a little known fact that Hilton had another resort area other than the main hotel. It was off the beaten path and few knew of its existence. Those who did know about this place had deep connections because of its patrons' desire for privacy. Evidently, Jan had such a connection because we were about to experience it first-hand. A van from the Hilton picked us up at the dock and delivered us to the hotel. There was another, unmarked, van waiting for us when we arrived. Our luggage was transferred over to the waiting van and we climbed in to find our seat. As we started, Jan continued her description of the resort to which we were being driven. The "Hilton Hedon" was a resort for naturalists, those who would rather exist without being constricted by clothing. It was frequented by people from all over the world, representing all ethnicities and cultural backgrounds. My interest was piqued as she continued to describe how she had checked on available activities and amenities in which we could partake while there. What surprised me was that Jan had contacted the resort prior to our visit because there was a temporary need for a massage therapist. She had worked her way through college, partially as a licensed massage therapist, and had considered renewing this as a possible career. Since it had been a few years, she felt this would give her the additional experience she needed and would help some with our finances. I was a bit disappointed that I wasn't going to get to spend as much time with my wife as I wanted, but I supported her decision. We would just have to work around it as best we could.
As I looked out the window, I noticed we had pulled onto a side trail, relatively overgrown and secluded. The van lurched forward about fifty yards and pulled into a clearing. There were several buildings in the middle of the clearing with thatched roofs. On the right were smaller bungalows with matching thatched roofs, which I figured were the guest quarters. Off to the left, I noticed a group of co-ed guests playing volleyball in the nude. Past that, I saw a swimming pool surrounded by groves of trees under which was, what looked like, a tiki bar. Several guests were lounging beside the pool, enjoying the rays of the sun. We pulled in front of the largest of the buildings, which appeared to be the main office. Exiting the van with our luggage, we entered the lobby area and checked in at the front desk. I was already in relaxation mode, sensing my tension melting away in the cool breeze stirred up by the bamboo ceiling fans placed throughout the room. Seth, the resident manager, warmly welcomed us and asked Jan if she would like to see where she would be working as the massage therapist. He escorted us to a small, intimate room down the hall. There were two massage tables in the space and a gurgling fountain in the corner of the room. Adding to the ambience were lit candles placed strategically along the walls which gave the room a relaxing glow. Jan was obviously pleased.
We left the main building and walked to our assigned accommodations to dress, or rather undress, appropriately for our stay. Jan still looks great after all these years. Her large, natural breasts demand your attention and her body is difficult to ignore, even when she is wearing clothes. I noticed that she had trimmed her pubic hair for the occasion and I kept thinking about her strolling through the grounds totally naked for all to see. I was definitely proud of my good fortune in having Jan by my side, especially now. We left the bungalow to walk though the resort to get a feel for the place and to meet other guests. After some inane conversation with the men and women around the pool, Jan needed to break away to start her side-job as the local massage therapist. I watched as she walked toward the main building, my lust growing with each step. Without clothes with which to cover, it's hard to hide a man's lustful feelings very well. However, I noticed that the other guys around me felt the same as we all watched Jan walk away. After she entered the building, we regained our senses and went back to our conversations. They filled me in on some of the additional activities of the resort and some of the things Jan and I could expect while there, including a show. It all sounded like fun and I was relieved that Jan had made such a selection for our vacation. After a while, they told me that the aforementioned show was going to be starting soon and that we needed to be early in order to get a good seat.
