A few years ago, Barb and I took a long overdue vacation to Jamaica and stayed at an all inclusive nudist resort that is friendly to open-minded folks like us. Most of our planned activities were things we'd be doing together, but after a long day of travel, I was looking forward to decompressing underwater with a scuba tank on my back, while Barb wanted to relax at poolside with a few fruity alcoholic beverages and scout the wildlife.
I had no doubt she would make new friends and was looking forward to meeting them. We had opened our relationship sometime back with only a few easy rules. First, we never lie to each other. In my experience, most of the lies people tell each other result from the belief there is a need to hide their true sexual nature. Second, while we don't always play together, we never exclude the other. In other words, we share our playmates. Third, our relationship comes first. If one of us needs the other for anything, then we drop any plans we may have with our playmates and tend to the other's needs. No exceptions.
People are hard-wired by nature to seek out a wide variety of sexual experiences, but it's also nice to have someone in our life who is always there for us in a time of need. The trick is to make sure it doesn't separate us from one another. Special relationships tend to do that. The problem as I see it is with monogamy. It isn't natural and when we try to go against our nature, it sets us up for failure, conflict, and suffering. If handled right, open relationships can meet all of our needs and fill our lives with the joy of multiple friendships.
After helping the crew load the dive equipment, I took a seat across from an attractive young couple who looked to be in their early twenties. He flashed a mouth full of perfect teeth that must have been shaped by an orthodontist and then bleached to a brilliant white sheen. He was wearing a tight fitting dive skin that did little to hide his long thick cock. Surfer dude was tanned a golden brown, highlighting a head full of soft blond curls that made me think of a Hollywood pretty boy.
"Hi, I'm Kenny," I said by way of introduction.
"Good to meet you, Kenny," he said. "I'm Rick and this here is my girlfriend, Raven."
Raven gave a little wave and spread her knees a good foot wider drawing my eyes downward. I could see up her white shorts where I got a nice view of the outer edge of her labia and a tuff of black hair. Since I love licking hairy pussy, it was more reflex than artifice when the tip of my tongue traced the upper lip. When I realized what I was doing, I quickly moved my eyes upward where I saw a small smile playing on her lips.
To be fully appreciated by another person is a compliment that we all enjoy, so I let me eyes freely roam every inch of her. Raven's name fit her perfectly. Her black hair was pulled over a shoulder and allowed to cascade downward across the top of full breasts that looked natural to me. Fake boobies can be fun chew toys, but I prefer the feel of real ones. Raven's tits were stuffed into a white bikini top with a dream catcher dangling between the two cups. I could also see a lock of hair peeking from her armpit. I wondered how those pits would smell and taste.
Moving back to her face I took a long look into brown eyes where I saw unmistakable interest. Her high cheekbones hinted at a Native American heritage. She looked like a living breathing Pocahontas and my fattening cock showed everyone how I felt about it.
I cut my eyes to Rick who winked and gave his cock a quick squeeze. He and Raven were so distracting that I had forgotten all about scuba until the dive master stopped the boat and announced we were at the dive site. There was a bustle of equipment adjustments and excited chatter about the underwater world we were about to enter. After the anchor was in the water, the dive master asked everyone without a dive buddy to raise a hand. The only two hands in the air were mine and Rick's. Since Raven wasn't diving, we paired up and splashed in.
Rick turned out to be a good dive buddy and the reef was spectacular. We saw plenty of tropical fish and a small shark who looked more scared of us, than we were of him. I love the combination of weightlessness and rich tropical colors on a dive. It's something like a good acid trip, but doesn't last nearly as long. Still, it was good clean fun and I enjoyed every minute of it with Rick. Afterwards, we filled Raven in on all the details of our adventure on the trip back.
As we pulled into the dock, Raven looked at the two of us and said, "Well, it looks like you two sure hit it off."
Rick draped his arm over my shoulder and said, "You bet cha, Kenny is awesome!"
Raven smiled mischievously, "And sexy too."
"Well, I think you guys are hot as hell," I said.
