"I can't believe we are going through with this," said my wife Jessica as we got out of the taxi cab at the resort that was to be our home for the next week. "I'm so excited I can't stand it!"
"Hold onto that thought, babe," I replied, winking at her. I couldn't help but stop to admire her figure as she walked towards the resort. At 5'8" and 170 pounds, Jessica was a lady with just the right amount of curves. Her nearly black hair fell halfway down her back, swinging in rhythm with her succulent, round ass cheeks as she swayed in her naturally sexy walk. The white shorts she had on hugged her in all the right places, letting onlookers admire her shapely legs -- she had long since stopped playing sports, but did enough working out to keep her assets maintained. Speaking of assets, her breasts were a full and perky D-cup, and the turquoise halter top showed off her cleavage in its best light when she turned around to smile at me.
"You bet I'll hold that thought!" She gave the girls a playful swing before she turned back around, making my penis twitch at the thought of being sandwiched between such a lovely pair of flesh mounds.
While Jess checked us into the resort, I checked the mirror to make sure the beginnings of my hard on weren't too obvious. Not that it would matter much at a place like this, but more on that later. The bulge in my khaki shorts was barely noticeable yet. I noticed beneath my polo shirt that I was too pale for a beach-y place like this ... both of us were truthfully. Dark haired and blue eyed and pale, we belonged indoors more likely than on the beach. I mentioned that Jess was tall and so was I -- 6'3'' to her 5'8". My physique was average; lightly toned with broad shoulders. Since I gave you the details on my wife, I supposed I should mention that my cock is a nice 7" when standing at attention, average in length but a bit thicker.
At first glance, the resort lobby was pretty standard. However, Fantasies Anonymous was, underneath its façade, a themed sexy vacation resort where guests could go to live out some of their hottest fantasies with other consenting adults. There are themed rooms and cars and clubs, and when you reserve your room, the resort requires guests to fill out an online survey indicating your sexual interests and fantasies. The results of the survey are turned into a wearable armband, which theoretically Jess was picking up now, with symbols and color coding to let other guests know what you are into and what you're not. As much small talk as you are interested in, which probably works great for some people. For instance, my wife Jess is one hell of a kinky sex animal, but doesn't really want to get to know any additional partners we have. The intimate part of a relationship to her is knowing the person, and she has no desire to be intimate with anyone but me.
The resort itself was all-inclusive (meals, alcohol, sex, entertainment, everything), and due to its unique nature, very expensive. Jess and I had been to various swing clubs and participated in group sex encounters frequently for the past few years, but we had been looking for something that might take things to the next level, and we were willing to pay a bit extra for that. I couldn't wait to spend a week here!
Jess practically bounced over to me with our room keys and a bag of goodies after check-in. "Let's go check out our room! It's ocean side!" She took me by the hand and we rolled our suitcases down the hall in the direction of the room that would be ours for the stay.
Once in our room, we plopped down on the bed to rustle through our goody bag from the front desk. Jess pulled out two bracelets. One had each of our names on it, on the inside facing our skin. The bracelets were more like leather cuffs with a bunch of different shaped LEDs. For instance, both of ours had the blue universal symbol for male and a pink universal symbol for female to indicate that we were both bi-curious. Both of us also had a yellow water drop on our bracelets, and a green knot, to indicate that we enjoyed watersports and bondage play, respectively. Jess's bracelet had an orange O, A, and V on it to indicate she was open to oral, anal, and vaginal sexual encounters. Mine had simply an O and a V. I was pretty certain that men's bracelets could indicate both anal giving and receiving somehow, but since I was not a participant in either of those acts, neither showed on my bracelet.
We both snapped our bracelets on our wrists, and looked at each other as if to say "What's next?" I glanced at the clock -- 4pm.
"Why don't we start this week off right with a nice sexy swim before dinner?" I suggested, as I began to pull my shirt off over my head.
"I suppose we could do that," Jess agreed as she too began to undress.
The resort had dress codes in some of the nicer restaurants, but otherwise guests were pretty much free to be as dressed as they wanted to be. Since it was our first foray out since we arrived, we both opted for swimsuits, just in case. Not that Jess's white halter top and thong left much to the imagination. My plain black swim trunks were ordinary compared to her getup.
Jess took my hand, smiled coyly, and led me out the sliding glass door of our room and onto the beach. We passed a few couples in the pool, some at the bar, even a couple rolling around on a towel in the sand dunes of the beach.
"Grrr, that's hot," whispered Jess as we watched the guy pound his hips into the woman missionary style. I glanced at my wife's body and noticed she was glistening with just a touch of sweat and her nipples were pushing hard against the confines of her halter top bikini.
