Paradise Isle Their Deal Pt 01

(Fetish, pierce, chastity, consensual, Paradise Isle) Sharing their fantasies

By ChangeYourPassword

Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. It is a story of sexual fantasies and fetishes. These sexual practices are not for everyone, but those of us who delve into them understand the allure. The characters in the story certainly do. If you enjoy this story and the fetishes involved, great. If not, please forget the whole thing.

This tale is a stand-alone story of an adventure at Paradise Isle. Please read at least the first section of the '

Island Paradise, The Beginning'

for background on the wonderful island and its sexual vacation orientation. It sets the stage for this and other stories of sexual pleasures encountered on the island.

Connor and Hailey had been married for five wonderful years, and everything continued to go perfectly. They definitely qualified as successful DINKs (Dual Income, No Kids), and were living comfortably and happily.

They owned an expensive downtown condo, nice cars, enjoyed successful careers, and earned enough money to live contented lives.

She was a manager at her company, in charge of a team of unruly engineers, while he worked in project planning in another, much larger firm with offices nearby.

And at that point in their lives, they both needed a vacation. They had been too involved with building their careers, for all those years, past, and were feeling a bit burned-out. An unusual and unpleasant sensation.

They agreed that they needed a break. A long and special one.

As they usually did with big, expensive decisions, they worked closely together to select a location that would deliver a relaxing adventure, somewhere warm with water, romance and fun.

It was Connor who stumbled on Paradise Isles' web site. "It's both beautiful and sex-filled!" he declared as he showed Hailey the write-up.

At first, she was skeptical, but the more she saw, the more she liked. And a lot of sex, was the kind of fun she wanted.

"This does look like a fun place. Just what we need," she agreed excitedly as she looked over his shoulder. "Two weeks?"

"Three."

She had to think about that for a moment. It would put a strain on her department. But damn it all, the company would survive without her. "Let's do it," she said excitedly.

"Great! We have a deal."

They paused to kiss and confirm the agreement.

"I read one review. Obviously, someone who didn't stay there. 'Even if you're rich enough to afford the place, if you're not beautiful, their visa and vetting process will turn you down,' it said."

She giggled. "Well, I guess we can afford it, and I think we're attractive enough."

He laughed, "you're beautiful, at least."

"And you're handsome enough to make the grade."

They paused to kiss, appreciating the mutual compliments.

"It does look expensive." She commented after they broke it off.

"We can afford it. And we deserve it."

"We certainly deserve more and better sex!" she finished, laughing.

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Over the next month, Connor the project manager, made all the arrangements for their vacation. The reservations and scheduling were easy enough; the paperwork required by the government and the resort was frustratingly onerous.

A couple of times, fed-up, rather than call the whole thing off, he reviewed the web site and all that the place offered, and the resulting hard-on drove him to continue.

Hailey also helped to improve his funk in bed, with massages and blow-jobs.

As the weeks passed and their day of departure neared, their excitement grew. Both of them were eagerly looking forward to the beauty, sunshine, surf and sex their vacation on Paradise Isle promised.

Finally, they boarded their flight out, relieved and anxious, as well as happy and horny.

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The trip to get there was painfully long; two flights and a ferry ride, but they finally arrived in paradise, tired but excited.

The in processing was disappointingly long and thorough. Both the government and the resort were clearly serious about security and bureaucracy. But they eventually made it through.

Again, Hailey had to calm her frustrated husband.

"We provided all the information they requested. With all that done, this should have been quick and easy!" he complained to her.

"Relax, we're here, and I'm sure it will be worth it," she replied, calmly. Looking around she saw that the other arriving guests were, as described, all good looking and clearly well-off. That was encouraging, and enjoyable to see.

Part-way through the process, they were greeted by their assigned hostess, Jade, who was friendly and efficient. She helped them through the final steps of the process, where they traded their phones for the island version and received their white wrist bands.

"Would you like either the silver or gold bracelets for your right wrists?" Jade asked, next.

"I don't understand." Hailey replied in the form of a question. She did remember reading about the bracelets used to identify and keep track of guests. But they already had those.

"Well, additional bracelets, worn on the right wrist have a special significance. They don't include the technology of your white ones.

"A Silver bracelet indicates to one and all that you're able and willing for sex with anyone who asks. It applies to heterosexual couplings.

"A Gold one signifies that you're available for sex with anyone who asks - any orientation or gender."

Connor, wasn't particularly interested. He looked questioningly at his wife, who after thinking for only a minute, shook her head, 'no'.

Jade smiled, understanding. "It really depends on how much sex you want to enjoy, during your stay."

Hailey answered for them. "No, thanks. We'll just be enjoying each other."

Jade just smiled. "Actually, that's the norm, except perhaps at the fetish resort. There are plenty of things to do here. I'm sure you two will be happy."

She then loaded them up into a cart and drove them to their suite. Their luggage would be delivered there while Jade gave them a tour around the complex.

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Connor and Hailey quickly realized that Paradise Isle was everything they'd dreamed of, and more.

Not only a beautiful Caribbean Island, warm, sunny and beachy, but insanely sexy as well.

Connor described it as 'fun and fucking', and Hailey agreed with that portrayal.

The resort had every facility you could ask for in a vacation paradise. And the two of them saw beaches they wanted to enjoy, restaurants and bars that looked like fun, the huge central pool, comfortable lounge areas and the large spa that looked hugely inviting to Hailey.

"There are two other resorts that you can visit by shuttle bus. As well as the island's clinic, that specializes in the kinds of things our guests usually request."

"Like what?" Hailey asked curiously.

"Oh, cosmetic surgery, body modifications, sex changes, that sort of thing." Jade answered casually.

Connor chuckled. "Would you like bigger boobs, my love? I'll pay."

Hailey elbowed him in the ribs. "I'm happy with what I have. Aren't you?"

"Yes, of course. But more is usually better, right?"

Giggling, she groped at his crotch, "they say bigger is better."

A few moments later, Hailey turned to Jade. "All the guests are so, um, attractive. I mean, I haven't seen one ugly or overweight man or woman among them."

The hostess smiled. "Yes, we are kind of particular about that. Of course we're awfully expensive even for the average American. And all those forms prospective guests have to fill out allow us to conduct background checks on everyone."

She shrugged, before continuing. "We reject people who don't fit our guest profile."

Hailey chuckled, "so everyone has to be wealthy and attractive?"

Jade glanced at her, and smiled cautiously, "and with no criminal background, or forbidden perversions."

Hailey laughed, "acceptable perversions are allowed?"

"Yes," Jade answered, laughing. "Even encouraged."

"So, we passed?" Connor asked.

"Yes, you did, or you wouldn't be here."

"Good." Hailey said, pleased. The island's management could afford to be selective, she figured, when they had all this...

Their suite was as nice as the rest of the resort; airy, beautifully decorated and comfortable. And as much as they wanted to go out and explore, they were both too tired from the long trip to tackle that task immediately.

After a quiet nap though, the two of them put on their swim suits and wandered out to explore the place more thoroughly and get something to eat and drink.

They'd just closed the door to their room when they caught sight of a pair of pretty women walking toward them. They were wearing bikini bottoms and sports bras, had hard athletic bodies and looked worn-out and sweaty. It was clear that they were just returning from the courts as they were both carrying those specialized backpacks loaded with tennis rackets.

"Hi," one of them said with a friendly smile. "Just arrived?"

Hailey answered. "Yes, we're still jet-lagged, and looking for food."

"I'm Sharon and my wife is Melony. We're your next-door neighbors.

"You'll find plenty of options for good food on the little islands scattered around the central playground."

Connor must have given away his confusion about the term 'playground', as the pair laughed.

Melony explained. "That's what we call the big, central courtyard. Besides the restaurants, there are bars, the huge pool, and lots of semi-private cabanas, where people lay around, drink and screw."

"Oh."

"We're Connor and Hailey, happy to meet you." Hailey said, pleasantly.

"Hello, you two. Welcome to paradise."

"You guys have fun. We have to get in and clean up." Sharon replied as they stepped past and slid into their room.

"Pretty girls." Hailey commented as they walked toward the 'playground'.

"Sweaty."

"Sure, why not? Just back from the tennis courts."

"Not into sweaty women," he said with chuckle.

"Hah. I imagine they don't want you, either, stud."

They both laughed as they continued on their way.

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Connor and Hailey decided to stretch their legs and wander a bit before they ate, so they began by wandering around the huge resort, admiring the sights, enjoying the beauty.

They'd been to a beach resort in the Bahamas for their honeymoon, and this one was much the same, except the guests here seemed to be prioritizing partying and sex, over swimming, golfing or sleeping on the beach. That was fine with them. It was one of the reasons they'd picked the place.

As they'd already noted, everyone was attractive, with great bodies and mostly naked. From the moment they arrived, despite the availability of all the normal resort activities, they too began focusing on the eroticism of it all. And that was fine with them.

The more they saw the more pleased and intrigued they became - the resort was even better than expected. Numerous restaurants and bars. A huge central pool. Long sandy ocean beach, and innumerable loving couples making out, or just plain fucking.

And there were many dozens of comfortable and private little spots to lay around, drink, read, doze and make love.

The sights were wonderful. The island, its beaches, the ocean and even the sky were all post-card beautiful. And the views of the other guests were similarly suitable for Playboy, or web porn pages.

And all of it got them excited and aroused, and ready to join in.

Along the way, they met several other friendly couples, and a few of them even tempted them to try foursomes, but the pair couldn't quite come to terms with that temptation. It just wasn't something they'd ever discussed or considered.

Eventually they settled into a very nice restaurant, built on an island in the middle of the huge swimming pool. It was one of many similar man-made structures scattered around.

It was early for dinner, so they started off with just drinks and munchies.

But, after a while their confused body clocks demanded real food, so they ordered full meals and enjoyed the excellent food provided.

Finishing up with more alcohol, they finally wandered off to watch the sunset across the clear, blue ocean. It was as enchanting as anything they'd ever seen, and once the stars came out, they strolled slowly back to their suite.

Back in their room, they hurriedly stripped, jumped into the bed, and then proceeded to fuck like rabbits. Wonderful!

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They woke up to the early morning sunshine and an ocean breeze, relaxed, rested and ready for more.

That day, apart from more sightseeing, eating and screwing they found time to swim and snorkel, and even play a little tennis. Neither of them was all that good at the game, and playing in swim suits was an unusual distraction. But it was good exercise.

On their second evening they followed the music to a large bar with a live band and a crowded dance floor.

Connor had a difficult time moving to the beat, as several of the women around him were topless and their movements were especially distracting.

Hailey, rather than being upset, thought it hilarious. He was usually a reasonably good dancer for a guy.

The two of them were exhausted when they finally got back into their suite. Their bodies were still not completely in tune with island time, and they'd had a busy day, but they still found the energy to make love, albeit slowly and lovingly rather than energetically.

Before settling in to sleep, Hailey leaned over and kissed him one more time. "This is such a great place - such a perfect vacation."

"I know. Right?"

"I think by the time we leave we'll be all sexed out."

"No, never." He replied, chuckling.

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On their third day in paradise, they started out with a quick screw. Not something they usually did, but the island had them under its spell.

Afterwards, while laying recovering, they talked about it. "I wonder if they insert some aphrodisiac into the food?" she asked, giggling.

"I don't care..." he replied.

"Perhaps we should check, if they sell it, we could bring some home. Keep our libidos active." She reached over and rested her hand on his deflated, but still sensitive cock, making him moan.

"That would be nice," he said as he squirmed. "Come on, let's get moving. I'm hungry for breakfast."

She groaned, but began crawling out of the bed. "Me first, I need to clean my poor, overworked pussy."

He laughed. "But you just said you wanted more sex - aphrodisiac, remember."

"I want it all." She said as she disappeared into the bathroom.

She came out a while later, wearing only her bikini bottoms.

After taking his turn getting cleaned up, he came out in his swim trunks, and immediately noticed that she was still topless.

He smiled happily. "You going out like that?"

She looked at him shyly, "I was thinking about it. Sexy, right?"

He kissed her. "I'm all for it. You look wonderful. I don't know how I'll be able to enjoy my breakfast with you sitting across from me, like that. Sex will be more interesting than food."

She giggled. "Your balls are empty, my stud. Your cock won't be ready for hours."

"I could try."

"Forget it. I'm sure we'll find time later, maybe on the beach."

"Oh, goodie," he replied, chuckling, as he led her out the door.

Hailey was at first self-conscious about being out topless in public. She certainly wasn't the only one wandering around with her chest bare, and her breasts were still in good shape, firm yet bouncy, but compared to some of the other women's racks, hers were merely average.

Nonetheless Connor loved them, and told her so several times, as they walked around and found a restaurant.

They picked out a little café table for two and settled in to eat. It tasted great, and they spent their tine people watching, and chatting.

"Will you stop staring at my boobs!" Hailey scolded him at one point.

He chuckled. "It's a distractingly beautiful sight, my love."

"But it's not like you never see them, at home."

"Back there, they're not out in the fresh air and daylight sun."

She blushed, and just shook her head.

"You're lucky I don't just reach out and cop a feel, right here and now."

She laughed, nervously. "Don't you dare!"

"Alright," he sighed, "I'll control myself."

They both laughed. Damn this was fun!

After their meal, that included a couple of Mimosas, they wandered the pathways down to the beach. At the beach house, they picked up an umbrella, blanket, sun-tan lotion and a bucket of ice-cold beers and then found an open stretch of sand.

For the rest of the morning, they split their time between sunning and splashing in the surf. And in the deeper water, Connor got his chance to fondle his wife's beautifully bare breasts.

She allowed it and enjoyed it.

Worried about sunburn, and hungry, they turned in their equipment and the empty bottles, and wandered back to their room for a quick shower before heading back out for lunch.

Connor almost convinced her to pause for a quicky, there in the cool room, but she insisted on food, and promised sex, later. A lot of sex, later.

During lunch in a casual place overlooking the ocean where the view was fabulous and the burgers good, they struck up a conversation with another couple.

"Have you been to the other resort?" he asked.

"Not the regular one, it's much like this one, he means the fetish resort." She clarified.

"They call it the 'fet resort'. It's sexier..."

"And more bizarre," she inserted, giggling.

"Much more to see than at either of the more normal resorts on the island. You should check it out."

Connor looked at Hailey, trying to gage her interest. She smiled and shrugged.

"We just might, although this place is sexy enough for us."

The guy laughed. "The sexier the better, I always say."

His wife chuckled. "That's why I'm topless."

"Me too." Hailey added.

After a great round of sex, curious, they took the shuttle over to the so-called 'fet resort'. According to the descriptions they'd read, of the three huge vacation complexes on the island, it was the one fully dedicated to sex in all its varieties. Particularly kinky, fetish, exotic and erotic adult play.

And the kinky fetishes they observed as they wandered around, were indeed fantastically erotic, often bizarre and undeniably fascinating.

Neither of them had ever tried anything along those lines, although they admitted that they had dreamed about some of them.

They spent the entire afternoon and well into the evening there, peoplewatching. It was absolutely obscene, although not necessarily in a bad way. They couldn't help but feel both astounded and intrigued.

The people and things they saw were truly mind-boggling, and hugely arousing. The guests at the fet resort weren't simply pretty, handsome or sexy, they were all that and more. Pornographic was the best description. They were erotic, exotic and covered nearly every sexual fetish known to man.

The island did apparently forbid the more criminally obscene practices. No children were allowed on the island, so those troublesome interests weren't practiced.

Connor and Hailey did see people into every category of body modifications, people into pet-play, pony-play, latex, leather and other costumes. They saw sex slaves, public bondage and even 'punishment posts' with naked people cuffed to them allowing passersby to abuse them - more or less gently.

As they walked along, they'd spot someone particularly intriguing and after moving away, they'd whisper ribald comments on what they'd seen, while speculating about the level of fun delivered.

It became a fun game, and an arousing one. So many sexy sights...

Hailey, finally dragged Connor into one of the quiet cabana's that dotted the landscape, and pulled him down onto the large cushion designed for loving couples.