I didn't expect what had happened. I certainly didn't plan it.
"It's every guy's wet dream," Sandra, my wife remarked afterward.
I smirked. There wasn't any other response that I could offer.
"I guess you just checked off one of your bucket list items," Sandra continued.
"Bucket list!" I thought. A light bulb went off in my head.
I didn't plan what happened at first, but I absolutely planned what happened after that ... sort of.
****
It was early in our week-long vacation at our favorite Caribbean, clothing-optional, adults-only resort for couples. Most guests spent the day enjoying the pool and/or beach completely naked. At night, things heated up as people dressed in their sexiest, most revealing outfits to party and dance until the early morning.
The resort was a special place that catered to the sexually adventurous and the most unique feature was that it allowed – and even encouraged – open sexual behavior among the guests. Whether at the roof-top Jacuzzi lounge or in the "Sin Room" behind the disco, guests could – and did – engage in public sex with each other. Many at the resort were "lifestylers" (aka swingers). But none were pushy about it, and respected those couples – like us – who preferred to remain monogamous.
Although Sandra and I were not into swinging, we loved the friendly and erotic atmosphere. We also found that we enjoyed the voyeurism and exhibitionism that were part of being there. On our first trip to the resort, we felt completely comfortable hanging out naked in the packed hot tub, brushing skin-to-skin with others. We enjoyed how sensual it was to openly watch couples have sex in public. It wasn't very long before we had passionate sex in the open-air beds located around the periphery of the Jacuzzi lounge. It was fun and freeing displaying our physical connection with each other, but we never considered engaging with anyone else
During subsequent visits to the resort, we had grown progressively bolder in our behavior. Casual arms around each others' waists had progressed to unconcealed caresses, and me occasionally stroking her nipples, or her stroking my cock. Sandra, especially, had become more forward.
During our first visit, she had hung back, and only watched when politely invited to do "body shots" (sucking Tequila or some other alcohol off of another person's skin). By our second visit, she was not only participating in body shots, but actively initiating them. She'd lay herself out naked on top of the bar while both men and women slurped the drink of the day off of her nipples, out of her belly button, or from between her legs. It was always accompanied by howls of laughter and the theatrical moans of the participants, but it never went any further than that.
We had also become somewhat more sexually open with others. There had been many shared dinners with our new swinger friends, in which we had openly discussed very intimate details of our sexual life and proclivities. Chaste hugs and pecks on the cheek had developed into open-mouthed kisses with plenty of tongue and deliberate, but restrained, caressing. There had been plenty of flattering offers to "play" with others, but we'd always politely turned them down and kept our bodies to ourselves. It was sexy, stimulating and fun - and very monogamous.
****
It was about four-o'clock in the afternoon – happy hour at the Jacuzzi lounge. Hordes of people were crammed into the hot tub (really a small, heated swimming pool with anemic jets) to drink and socialize. Sandra and I were talking and laughing with our friends while the music pumped loudly from the speakers. There were at least fifty to sixty people in the water. Most were crowded around the swim-up bar. I was sitting on a submerged barstool, leaning forward on my elbows and waiting for the bartender, while Sandra chatted with a group about ten feet away. I could see her gorgeous 34 DD breasts floating enticingly in the water as she laughed and joked. The lusty stares from both men and women were obvious to me, but I think less so to Sandra. My back was to the rest of the hot tub. I felt soft, warm flesh against my naked butt.
"You don't mind sharing do you?" Jada asked as she sat down and pressed herself against my back.
Jada was a voluptuous, dark-skinned beauty. She was quick-witted and we had spent quite a bit of time talking with her on this trip. She was fun and very sensual.
"Of course not," I replied, snuggling back against her. I had become comfortable with that kind of physical familiarity. The inevitable flirting was playful, but I knew it would not go any further.
"So what are you getting me?" Jada asked, tilting her head back onto my shoulder, exposing her soft neck.
"Whatever you want," I replied, deliberately amping up the teasing.
"Really?" she said with a raised eyebrow.
I finally got the busy bartender's attention and ordered a double gin and tonic for myself and whatever the fruity, powerful drink of the day was for Jada. I spun around on the barstool so that we were sitting side-by-side on the small seat. Our legs were pressed against each other, and I could feel the warmth of her smooth skin against mine.
"She really is quite beautiful, isn't she?" Jada said, nodding her head toward Sandra. It was more of a statement than a question.
I nodded and took a big swallow of my drink, enjoying the cold burn of the gin. "Yes," I thought to myself. "She is amazing."
Sandra glanced over at me mid-conversation, eyes ablaze with energy and mirth. She knowingly looked deep in my eyes as we shared our profound and unbreakable connection with each other.
"You both are very lucky to have found each other," Jada continued.
I didn't think anything of it when Jada laid her free hand on the top of my thigh. That kind of physical liberty had become commonplace for us at the resort. When she began gently stroking my skin, it also seemed quite natural and innocent. She pressed herself harder against me.
