She was excited for their trip, but nervous too. This was her first real vacation since before she was married and she planned to make the most of it, even if it wasn't a "traditional" trip. She was going with her husband to a swinger's resort on the beach, complete with spas, restaurants, and other people ready to have fun. She wasn't a complete stranger to swinging, but this was a big step up for both of them.
She had butterflies as they stepped into the resort for the first time. She was surprised to see that it looked like a regular resort, nothing obvious to show the kinds of things that were welcome there. They checked in, her husband seeming a bit nervous too, which made her feel a little better. The room had the first signs that this wasn't a normal resort; anchor points for ropes on the bed frame, ceiling, and walls. Was that a gloryhole in the bathroom?
Things stayed normal for the whole day, both of them too nervous to seek out anything yet. They chatted up some other couples at the beach, talked to some others while playing games in the resort, shared some nice meals, but never went beyond some sexy talk and stories here and there. That didn't prevent her from getting more and more horny as the day progressed. Finally, she suggested to her husband that they go for a massage at the spa. Her husband was feeling tired and decided to go back to the room for a nap instead, so she headed to the spa on her own.
Once there, the receptionist gave her a form to fill out which had various options laid out for how the massage could go. After a little thought, she filled it out for a "special" package with a man. She was told to undress and lie on the table to wait for her masseuse after she turned in the form. She noticed there was no towel or anything like usual, which didn't surprise her. What surprised her was her feeling a bit exposed on the table despite coming to a place like this for just this kind of thing.
She heard the door open and a man came in, shirtless and wearing billowy white pants. They exchanged some light small talk as he got his oils ready, and he began. It started like a normal massage, and it was incredible. His hands were strong, and in only a few minutes she was melting to his touch, more relaxed than she'd felt in a long time. She'd almost forgotten about the special package when he asked her to turn over.
She did without hesitation, her nervousness gone. He went to work on her legs and midsection, but now his hands started to wander. He moved his oiled hands to her boobs, gentle but firm, and she felt her nipples get hard in anticipation of his touch. After a minute of waiting, he finally let his hands glide over them, and she couldn't help but let out a small, bashful moan. He kept going, moving his fingers in small circles and pinching slightly, moving between different rhythms and techniques. It felt incredible, and she found herself wanting more the longer it went on.
Finally, he moved his hands slowly down her stomach, inching towards her pussy. She spread her legs, inviting him to move where she wanted him, and gasped as his fingers finally glided gently over her completely. He was clearly experienced, because she had never felt anything quite like this before. He just knew how exactly to touch her to keep her satisfied while also making her want more, slowly escalating over time to build her pleasure more and more.
Covered in oil, his fingers massaged around her pussy, flicking gently across her labia, then back again, teasing. She found herself squirming on the table, no longer shy to moan at his touch. After what felt like an eternity his fingers finally move to her clit, causing her to subconsciously work her hips back and forth into his hands. His other hand moved to her nipple, firmly massaging it in time with his fingers on her pussy. It builds and builds, until finally she feels herself orgasm, her legs squeezing shut, her hands wandering around her own chest and stomach, hair a mess on her face. He takes a step back and gives her a minute to recover. She tells him how incredible that was, and he is clearly pleased. He leaves her to dress, and she does, not quite believing what she just experienced.
When she gets back to the room, she tells her husband of the experience and he's impressed as well, asking if she caught some of the techniques he used for him to try too. He mentions that she was gone long enough that he went to grab a snack and was told about an event happening that night. There were a few groups you could join for some secretive activities; nobody would go into specifics and just hint in a teasing way about the fun. There were groups for people who just wanted to watch and those who wanted to participate, but that was as far as anyone would go into explaining.
After talking through it for a bit, he decided he wanted to be an observer and after hyping herself up she decided to be a participant. Her mind went wild with the possibilities of what it could be, and the anticipation was hard to bear. Before she knew it, the time had come to head to the event. She split up with her husband so he could head to observers' group and she excitedly followed a small group of women to the participants area. A few were new like her, and the ones who weren't didn't give anything away. They went into a comfortable room where some attendants gave them a safe word in case anything was too much. She was pointed to a separate room where she could undress before heading into the event area.