Life Doesn't Suc

We strolled through the entrance of the resort's lobby and were greeted with a refreshing blast of cool air. It had been nearly a year to the day since we first discovered this real-life "Fantasy Island" - a place where our wildest fantasies had come true. Kathleen and I had shared our fantasies of swinging and sharing for years, mostly as a lead-in to some hot and raunchy sex. Those fantasies remained purely pillow-talk until that fateful vacation the year before.

We stood at the end of a long line of people, waiting to be checked in. My heart raced with excitement at the memory of what had happened at this magical place, and the possibility of what may happen over the next five days. I turned to my wife, and she gave me a naughty smile, exposing that dimple on her cheek that had endeared her to me nearly twenty years before. I leaned in to whisper something to her, but was interrupted by a tap on my shoulder.

"Excuse me," a man said from behind me. "Did you tip the cabbie?" He motioned to the driver parked outside of the entrance.

"Yeah," I responded.

"How much did you give him?" he asked. I was amused by the brash and straightforward nature of his question. He seemed completely oblivious that some people might consider it rude.

"Thirty," I responded.

"Thirty bucks?!" he said with a wide-eyed expression.

"Pesos," I corrected with a laugh. "Thirty pesos."

"Oh, yeah, right! Thanks, chief," he said, patting me on the shoulder. He turned and smiled at Kathleen, gave her a wink, and then quickly disappeared toward the cab.

Kathleen gave me a wild-eyed look, and I responded with a shrug. If there was one thing we learned during our first visit to the resort, it was that the guests were far friendlier than you would normally encounter anywhere else, and no topic was considered too taboo for polite conversation.

We were eventually greeted by one of the resort's hosts and were checked into our room. They took our bags, and explained that our room wouldn't be ready for another hour. They invited us to explore the grounds of the resort and have some lunch at the outdoor buffet. As we were already familiar with the layout of the place, and were famished from our long trip, we took a direct route to the buffet.

Along the way, we strolled past the pool area, where dozens of naked people lounged about freely and casually, as comfortable as if they were fully-clothed. There were people of all shapes and sizes, and ages that appeared to range from the early-30's to late-50's.

I took advantage of the fact that I was wearing sunglasses to hide my gaze as we passed a couple of very attractive ladies basking in the sun. Their large breasts were far too perky to be natural, I surmised. Although I preferred the feel of natural breasts, the fake ones were certainly fun to look at.

We made our way to the buffet line, and were greeted with a friendly "

Buenos dias

" by the man behind the counter. I could only imagine what it must be like to work in such a place, and to be exposed to so much naked flesh on a daily basis. I wondered if it became so desensitizing after awhile that it was no longer alluring. In any event, I could think of far worse occupations.

We found a table located in a prime spot for people-watching, and had just begun to dig into our food when I heard a familiar voice behind me.

"Hey, there he is," the man said. "Mr. Big Tipper!"

I turned and saw the man from the lobby approaching us with a tray full of food and a beer. He was with a woman who appeared to be near our age, but perhaps a little younger. She had long, dark, chestnut-colored hair that matched her eyes. She was neither stunningly beautiful nor unattractive, and fit the description of a "Plain Jane" in every way except for her massive breasts, which were straining against the fabric of her blouse. I didn't consider myself to be a "breast man", but even I couldn't help but stare.

I invited them to sit with us, and we all introduced ourselves with friendly handshakes. The man, Tom, explained that they had taken the same flight as we had, and he had recognized us - or, more than likely, Kathleen - from the plane. It turned out that he and his girlfriend, Donna, lived less than thirty miles from us.

Throughout the course of our meal, Tom dominated the conversation, barely allowing the rest of us to get a word in edgewise. Not that any of us seemed to mind, as he was skilled in the art of conversation. He was intelligent and confident, funny and quick-witted, and seemed genuinely interested in hearing our story.

We explained that we had been swinging for a year, beginning with our first trip to the resort. He prodded us for details about our encounters, and we fed him with just enough information to satisfy his curiosity.

As for them, he explained that they had been dating for five years. Tom was "in the lifestyle" when they first met, and he eventually coaxed her into it as well. Although he didn't directly say it, it was clear that he was well off financially. This was their seventh trip to the resort, and second that year, and that was no paltry expense.

We parted ways, and promised to catch up with them later in the evening. Kathleen and I headed to our room to change, and in the course of doing so, ended up having a "quickie", followed by a hot shower. There was something about the atmosphere of that resort that made us both insatiably horny. By the time we made it down to the pool area, it was mid-afternoon, and the party atmosphere around the pool had become more boisterous and rowdy.

Although sexual contact was forbidden around that area, I couldn't help but notice several surreptitious acts displayed by couples who were trying to push the boundaries. One woman had her hand under a towel, which was draped over the midsection of a reclining man. The movement of her hand under the towel made it obvious to anyone what she was doing, although no one but me seemed to notice. Another man sat on the side of the pool with his legs dangling in the water. He had a massive erection, and every once in a while the woman standing in the pool between his legs would turn around and quickly swallow his cock, bob her head up and down the shaft a few times, and then quickly pull away. I couldn't help but laugh, and pointed it out to Kathleen, who shook her head and returned to reading her book, completely naked and as carefree as the other guests.

I laughed to myself, thinking how much had changed in only one short year. I remembered the apprehension and hesitation that I felt the first time I shed my swim shorts at that pool. I recalled how self conscious I felt, and the doubts I had about my physique and my physical endowment. A year into "the lifestyle" had taught me to be much more confident in myself, and more social by nature. I found myself striking up conversations with complete strangers with an ease that had never existed prior to our journey into the lifestyle.

I noticed the same change in Kathleen. Whereas she was once more comfortable blending into the background at social functions, she had become an instigator. She was friendly and flirty in a way that I hadn't seen since we began dating. After so many years of embracing the role of being my wife, she seemed to have rediscovered the woman inside her.

That thought was interrupted by the sight of Tom and Donna strolling across the pool area, directly toward us. There was a man walking behind them, dressed in the resort's uniform, struggling to keep up with them as he wrestled with a pair of chairs in his arms. Tom instructed him to place the chairs near us, and then deftly snuck a few folded-up bills into his hand.

"

Buenos dias!

" Tom said to us, wearing a big grin from ear to ear. "Mind if we join you?"

Although he had answered his own question by placing his chairs next to us, we politely consented. He immediately stripped off his shorts and situated his towel on his chair, but my eyes - hidden by my sunglasses - were on Donna.

She wore a white, see-through cover-up, which she removed as she turned to face the pool. She hooked her thumbs inside her bikini bottoms and lowered them, taking great care not to lose her balance as she stepped out of them. I couldn't help but notice that although her skin was perfectly bronzed, she had no tan lines. I also couldn't help but notice the perfectly symmetrical shape of her ample ass. It was far shapelier and more toned than I had imagined when I saw her in clothing.

She turned to face me, and I got a good look at her breasts. They were massive in size, with large, round, dark areola. Although much larger than average, they didn't sag as much as one would expect from a woman in her late-30's who had two children. They were either all-natural or the best boob job I'd ever seen.

"Am I right?"

I was completely oblivious to the fact that Tom hadn't stopped talking since he sat down. I gave him a curious expression.

"Say again?" I said.

He emitted an infectious laugh. "I just said, life certainly doesn't suck! Am I right?"

"No," I responded, as I watched Donna settle into her chair through my peripheral vision. "It definitely doesn't."

For the next couple of hours, we were thoroughly entertained by Tom, who was filled with enough energy to power a small town. He regaled us with one story after another, and had us laughing so hard our faces hurt. He seemed to know everyone at the resort, and he introduced us to several couples, including a guy named Lenny who had a dick that was so small, it seemed to disappear as he moved. It was impolite to stare, but after Tom told a few jokes about it, and Lenny laughed along with him, we figured it was okay.

"What are you two doing for dinner?" Tom asked as the sun began to fade below the horizon. Kathleen and I hesitated for a moment, attempting to converse with each other through telepathy. I was hoping to spend some quality time alone together before jumping into the social fray, but it seemed rude to blow them off after spending so much time together.

We agreed to meet Tom and Donna for dinner, and then made our way back to our room.

"So what do you think about those two?" Kathleen asked as she stepped into the shower.

"They're really nice," I responded. "Tom is hilarious, and Donna seems like a sweet person. Don't you think?"

"Yeah," she said, her words echoing off the walls. "But I mean...what do you think...?"

"You mean sleeping with them?"

"Well, yeah."

I was surprised she asked, as Tom didn't seem like her physical type at all. But then again, she did laugh at all his jokes, and she seemed to have a good back-and-forth banter with him all day.

"Well, what do

you

think?" I asked, hoping to deflect the question.

"I asked you first," she said. Damn.

"I don't know," I stammered. I really hadn't given it much thought, as I was simply enjoying their company as friends. "I mean, Donna is nice. I would sleep with her if you were into Tom."

"Nice? Did you see those tits?" My wife. Gotta love her.

"Yes, I did notice them..."

"Notice them? I thought your tongue was going to roll out of your mouth like a cartoon character when you saw them!"

"Honey, you know I'm not a boob man."

"Neither am I!" she shot back, shutting off the water, "but even I want to bury my face between those puppies and motorboat them!"

After I was done laughing, I told Kathleen that we would simply enjoy their company as friends and see where the relationship headed. I pointed out that it would be nice to have a couple near our home that we could socialize with on occasion. Although she denied having much of a physical attraction to Tom, she was greatly attracted to his personality. She repeated her assertion that the greatest sexual organ is the brain, and I let it go at that.

We dressed for dinner in the theme of the night, which was "black and white." I wore a white, button-down shirt and light khakis, while Kathleen looked stunning in a short black dress. She wore an emerald necklace that matched her eyes and perfectly complimented her long, auburn hair. I couldn't have been more proud as I led her to the restaurant, arm-in-arm.

As we approached the restaurant, I got a good look at Donna, who was clad in a low-cut black and white cocktail dress that hugged her curves and left little to the imagination. As ridiculous as it seemed, the women at the resort appeared sexier clothed than naked. She wore a little more makeup than we had seen before, and it seemed to bring out her eyes and lips in a way I hadn't noticed before.

We lingered over all four courses of our meal, as Tom continued to spin tale after tale of his adventures in life. The more we drank, the funnier he became. By the time we drained our second bottle of wine, he had become the greatest comedian alive.

Throughout the course of the dinner, I looked for signs of flirtation from either Tom or Donna, but found nothing that would signal their interest or lack thereof. Tom's interest in Kathleen was made very clear from the moment we first met him, and yet he had hadn't made any sort of move on her. This created a sense of ease and relaxation, as I realized that they were likely not looking to jump right into a swinging situation, either.

After dinner, we all decided to go to the nightclub. As soon as we walked through the door, Tom headed straight to the bar and ordered a round. When the DJ played a song that was one of Kathleen's favorites, she dragged me to the dance floor, and Tom and Donna followed. During the next song, we switched partners, and I placed my hands on Donna's hips. She gazed up at me with those big, dark eyes and smiled as she swayed to the beat.

We continued to drink, dance and laugh as the nightclub grew more and more crowded. The noise surrounding the bar became deafening, and at some point I noticed that Tom and Kathleen were no longer standing beside me. Donna didn't seem to notice, either, as she was engaged in conversation with another guest while seated at the bar.

I decided to search for my wife, and made a complete lap around the perimeter of the nightclub without any luck. I assumed she must have gone to the lady's room. Then, a thought occurred to me. There was a room at the back of the nightclub, behind the bar, called the "play room." It was a small, dimly-lit room with an X-rated movie playing continuously on the flat screen upon one wall, and rows of padded benches and mattresses surrounding the room. It was one of only two areas of the resort where open displays of public sex were allowed.

Kathleen had mentioned that she was attracted to Tom's personality, but it wasn't like her to make such a bold decision to have sex with him without checking with me first. Then again, I thought, she did have a lot to drink. I knew the more she drank, the raunchier and less inhibited she became. Knowing how persuasive Tom could be, it was possible that he convinced her to visit the play room with him.

I walked behind the bar and slowly cracked open the door. I immediately saw a couple on one of the elevated mattresses to my right. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust, but I could clearly see Kathleen's red hair bobbing up and down in the lap of a man who was lying down and facing me. It was Tom.

I froze for a moment, unsure of what I should do next. My heart raced with adrenalin. I closed the door and made my way back toward the bar. Donna was still sitting where I had left her, and she had spun around in her chair and was scanning the room, clearly looking for the three of us.

"There you are," she said as I quickly approached her. "What—"

I didn't give her the opportunity to finish the sentence; nor did I give myself the chance to think. I simply leaned in and kissed her. She seemed stunned at first, but then responded with great passion and enthusiasm. I was relieved to discover that she was an excellent kisser, with a style that matched my own.

When we broke our kiss, she stared into my eyes, and then leaned in for another. I let my hands roam down to her thighs, and enjoyed the smooth texture of her skin. She broke our kiss once more, and looked around the room.

"Where are Tom and Kathleen?" she asked.

"In the play room," I shouted over the noise. Her eyes grew wide and her mouth gaped open.

"Are they...?"

I nodded. "I think so, yeah."

"Let's go!" she said, and practically yanked my arm from its socket as she led me behind the bar.

She swung open the door, and I looked to my right. The woman with the red hair was still going down on the guy lying on his back. But I now noticed that it wasn't Kathleen and Tom. I turned to my left, and saw the two of them standing in the center of the room, fully clothed, simply drinking and chatting.

We approached them, still holding hands. I noticed a change in Tom's expression when he cast his gaze down to our hands, and I instinctively let go. We attempted to have a whispered conversation, but realizing how rude it was to be having such a conversation in a room filled with people having sex, we opted to take the conversation outside instead.

"I need a smoke," Tom stated once we emerged from the play room.

"I'll go with you," Donna said. "We'll be right back."

As soon as the two of them escaped earshot, I told Kathleen what had happened. She was highly amused by the scenario, and gave me a kiss.

"You are a doofus," she yelled over the sound of the music. "But you're

my

doofus."

When Tom and Donna returned, they suggested we visit the hot tub for a nightcap. The resort featured a very large hot tub with a capacity of more than thirty people, and included a "swim-up" bar. It was also the other area of the resort where sexual contact is allowed - and even encouraged, given the several beds that surrounded the hot tub area.

We stripped out of our dress clothes and placed them in the bins behind the bar. Only one other couple were in the tub, and two others were having sex on the beds, when we all waded into the water. Donna and I took a seat at the bar, while Kathleen and Tom leaned against the wall behind us. We ordered a round of drinks, but before the bartender had finished pouring them, Donna pulled me toward her and kissed me.

We kissed like a couple of horny teenagers in the back seat of a Buick, completely oblivious to the world around us. I let my hands fall below the water, and softly stroked her thighs. My hands wandered a little farther north and I verified that her breasts were, in fact, natural. They were so large, I couldn't fit them in my hands - but it was sure fun trying.

Meanwhile, Donna's hand also slipped under the water, and she grabbed my rock-hard cock and squeezed it gently, over and over. She broke our kiss, and lowered herself off the stool and down into the water, clearly indicating what she wanted to do next. I obliged her by raising myself out of the water and placing a knee on one of the stools.

She placed her lips around my cock head and slowly worked her way down my shaft, eliciting a feeling of warmth that had nothing to do with the water. That action seemed to snap me out of my daze, and I realized that my wife and Tom were still behind me. I glanced over my shoulder, not entirely sure what I would see.

Tom was standing, holding his scotch and water in one hand, and holding the back of Kathleen's head with the other. Kathleen's head was happily attached to Tom's penis, which she had fully stuffed into her mouth. I made eye contact with Tom.

"Life doesn't suck, Tom!" I said with a smile.

"No, man. It sure doesn't!" he responded. "But Kathleen sure does! Mama-mia! This girl has some skills!"

This elicited a laugh from everyone in the hot tub, including the bartender. Of course, I knew exactly what Tom meant. From the very first blowjob I ever received from Kathleen, I recognized that she was extraordinarily gifted. She employed an indescribable technique that I had never experienced before, nor even after we began swinging. At first, she dismissed my raving review of her skill, as I hadn't had a lot of experience before we met. But after we began swinging, and she heard the same platitudes repeated by other men, she finally believed what I had been saying all along. She began to take great pride in her unique talent, and loved to show it off.