It's not the kind of resort that everyone would have heard of, or indeed, that every travel consultant would handle but Roger had researched it well and knew where to go.
'I'd like to book a week at Horatio's in the Dominican,' he said as he shook hands with the agent.
'Ah, yes, Horatio's,' the agent replied. 'You are aware of what Horatio's offers I presume, Sir?'
'Yes, perfectly,' Roger smiled, 'I would like to book a week for my wife and I.'
He left the travel agent feeling good; there was an extra spring in his step. Soon he and his wife, Tess, would be on their way to the luxurious, couples-only, Horatio's Resort. It catered to GHST's (Greedy, Horny, Slutty Tarts) and their husbands. It was a place where a smile or a nod meant, 'Yes, we can have sex.' He couldn't wait to get home to tell Tess that the trip was arranged. They had spoken about it often and it always made her very horny. She had wanted to go to Horatio's ever since overhearing tourists talking about it on a previous trip to the Dominican. She had caught snippets of the tourists' conversation at the next table, 'Yes, Horatio's Resort...naked or near-naked all the time...lots of sexual activity...married couples only...very exclusive and expensive...almost anything goes, anytime, anywhere...known affectionately as the Tart's Paradise.' This last phrase made her smile, Roger often called her his slutty tart, she loved to dress erotically and display her body and he loved to watch her. Tess had just turned sixty but was still very sexual and required lots of physical pleasuring. She had a lovely body that she had always taken care of; she liked herself, on the inside and the outside when she was clothed, in lingerie or naked and had to admit she was a bit of an exhibitionist. For the past few years it had been a struggle for Roger, who was four years older, to keep pace with her sexual appetite which had always been very high and seemed to be increasing. His sex drive wasn't what it used to be and for the past several years he found and vetted men to keep her sexually fulfilled through an adult web site. He had to admit that next to fucking her, watching her with another man ran a close second.
Tess raced upstairs after Roger told her the trip was booked for a February 9th departure to sort out what she would wear even though they wouldn't leave for another ten days. He followed and watched as she chose lingerie, stockings, high heels, very short skirts, skimpy tops and two pairs of panties. 'There, almost done,' she said slightly out of breath, more from excitement than exertion.
'Only two pairs of panties for the week? Roger observed.
'One pair for the trip there, the other pair for the trip back! I won't any at all at the resort; they'll just be in the way.'
Roger raised his eyebrows and smiled, put that way she made perfect sense.
Tess looked at Roger and gave him that certain smile. He knew what it meant and she quickly stripped off, lay on the bed and splayed her legs. 'Eat me, I so horny thinking about this trip.'
Horatio's -- Day One
The flight into Santiago was uneventful and the almost two hour drive in the Horatio's luxury bus to the resort north of Nagua was filled with anticipation and excitement. Tess glanced around at her fellow passengers, in part to eye the men but also to checkout the competition. The men looked interesting and she was sure Roger would like most of the women. She noted that her fellow passengers all looked the way she felt...anxious to get to the resort, out of her clothes and into sex. The bus passed through the security gate but it still took fifteen minutes to reach the main complex; the resort was isolated and very secure.
Service at the main desk was professional and all guests were advised that staff were not allowed to interact sexually with the guests and was cause for their dismissal and the ejection of guests from the resort. Roger and Tess were soon golf-carted to chalet 466, their home for the next week, amid palm trees and lush plantings with the nearby ocean providing a rhythmic and relaxing ambiance. On the way they saw many naked and scantily clad guests and various sexual activities. Tess looked at Roger with a big smile, the sights invigorated her and she was horny, she couldn't wait to freshen up and explore.
Less than an hour later they left the chalet for a tour of the resort. Roger wore beach shorts while Tess wore the tiniest of bikini thongs and no top, her lovely, full tits swayed to and fro as they walked. As they passed one of several bars at the resort Roger steered Tess inside and they sat in a couple of oversize, comfy chairs. The place was about half full with people and Tess noticed several men with erections, some people were fondling while others were engaged in sex in couples or small groups.
'Ooh, this is just what I need,' she said to with a grin, not knowing where to look next.
'So, we need to get you fucked as soon as possible,' he replied, returning her grin.
'Yes please, that would be nice.'
The waitress brought drinks and they settled back in their chairs to watch the sexual activity around the bar. Tess had not escaped the attention of most of the men; she had a lovely body and enjoyed showing it off. After a few minutes a man came over, looked first at Roger then Tess and asked, while looking at her tits,
'Excuse me; I'm Andy, may I?'
Neither Roger nor Tess knew exactly what he meant but their body language said okay. He knelt beside her chair and began to fondle her breasts. She lay back, closed her eyes and enjoyed the attention. She opened them when she felt his mouth and looked down as he expertly aroused her nipples until they were as hard as granite. He stood and his erection jutted out just above Tess' head. She took hold of it and caressed the head and shaft then fondled his balls before jerking him a few times.
'You have beautiful tits and a lovely touch, I hope to see you later, at dinner or the dance maybe,' he said with a smile.
Tess smiled back and gave a slight nod then he was gone. She gave Roger a naughty smile as he said, 'You're a slutty tart, I bet he fucks you tonight.
'I certainly hope so," she replied and emptied her glass.