Carol, John and I had been together for almost a year. You would have thought that the fierce tempo of our sex lives would have cooled down, but it hadn't. We continued to fuck, suck and grope several times a day. We felt lucky to be in the loving situation we found ourselves in. Work kept us busy and we evolved into an accepted family unit.
We discussed taking a vacation. Winter was coming so we wanted someplace warm and with a beach. We knew that our living arrangement was out of the ordinary, three people, one bed, so we wanted someplace that was very sexually tolerant. I went to a travel agent and carefully explained what we were looking for. He didn't blink an eye and told me he knew just the place, Hedonism II in Jamaica and that it was clothing optional. I asked if there was any problem with three of us sharing a bed and he assured me that it was OK. I made the reservation.
I told Carol and John about the resort and they were thrilled. That night as I fucked Carol and she sucked John's cock, I asked "Would you like a big black cock to fuck?"
Carol moaned "Oh yeah, fuck yeah, fuck it and suck it and you two watch." That sent us all over the edge and we exploded in three volcanic orgasms. John and I held Carol as she kept spasming and she moaned again, "Fuck, cummmming, meeee." For the next few weeks our fantasy of sex at the resort fueled our nightly dirty talk. We talked about the implications of Carol getting fucked and how it would affect us. We agreed it would be hot. It got us off every time.
Finally the day came when we headed to the airport to fly to Jamaica. John and I were wearing polo shirts and khaki shorts. Carol had on a pair of ultra short Daisy Dukes with a few strategic rips and a sheer halter top with ties at the neck and waist with her back totally bare. We landed at Montego Bay and were met by a young black man, Jim, with a Limo to take us to Hedonism. The limo was stocked with champagne and a few joints. The drive was about an hour and a half. Along the way we drove past white sandy beaches, swaying palm trees and clear blue water.
At the resort we were met by the Concierege. We had booked a room on the nude side of the resort. A bellman took our bags and led us to a room overlooking the water and the nude beach. It was early afternoon. As he was leaving he said "If you want some weed, I'm Jack." We unpacked and had a drink from the room's mini bar. Carol started our conversation saying we should have a few rules while here. First, none of us would have sex with anyone else unless the other two OK'd it. Second, if at any time any of us say stop, we stop immediately. Three we would get up and go to bed at the same time every day. Four we should relax and have a good time.
Every night at the resort there was a show and themed party. Tonight's theme was a pajama and lingerie party and we were told to go as bare as we dare. The three of us went down to the resort shop to find something to wear. After looking at several sexy outfits Carol settled on a long white totally sheer nightgown. I went with her style and I picked up a sheer white shirt that came down to just below my cock. John was a bit more daring and he picked out a bright red jockstrap that hugged and emphasized his cock and ball and left his ass bare.
The sun was shining and the water was glistening. We decided to check out the beach. We stripped, grabbed a few beach towels and headed out. When we got to the beach we quickly realized how pale we were and that we needed some serious sunscreen.
Carol said, "Do me first." She turned over on her stomach and we started. I started at her neck and John at her feet. I moved down to her back and slathered her while sneaking a few gropes of her side boob. John and I arrived at her ass at the same time. We smiled at each other and took her two cheeks and sensuously rubbed the lotion on her. John took the opportunity to poke her rosebud with his fingers. Carol gave a small moan and humped the sand.