After my divorce, I was back into the single scene. I felt free and wanted enjoy my new life; or should I say I find the pieces of me pre-marriage. I went out every weekend, took trips, and most importantly, did as I wanted. I started to get back into the “Swinger” scene that I experienced before marriage. I enjoyed it then and figured I would enjoy it again. I started getting close with several couples and other single women. We hung out on football Sundays, holidays, and “played” with each other at the club often. It was Friday night at my favorite swingers club, which meant single girls got in free. I placed my finger on the buzzer to the private club and smacked my lips together just to taste my lip gloss. The door opened and one of my favorite bouncers opened the door. “Hey beautiful!” Jerome smiled as he opened the door wider for me to walk in. He was huge black guy, very intimidating if you didn’t know him. I kissed him on the cheek as I walked by. One of the first rules I learned at a swinger club was to be nice to the bouncer; they may be the one literally saving your ass one night. “Thanks Jerome! How was your son’s graduation?” I made small talk, making a purpose effort. “We couldn’t be prouder! I have pictures.” I stopped and turned back. He took the pictures out of his pocket and handed them to me. Making the effort to have “my ass” saved later, was definitely worth it. I flipped through them, making oh’s and ah’s. When the doorbell rang again, I handed the pictures back. “Thank you for sharing.” I playfully tapped his large arms. “That is really awesome!” I walked in and was waved in by the cashier at the door. She winked at me. “Make time for me later?” “I’ll be upstairs, come find me.” I ran my hand down her breast. Lori was woman that made me glad to be bi-sexual. She ate a great pussy and always shared her toys with me. Walking on, I made my way up the steps to meet my crew. As often as the crew saw each other, we always greeted each other with hugs and kissing. It was like a type of foreplay. Being single made it more fun, you could make out with everyone. I was one of the last to arrive, so I made my hellos around the bar. I laughed because it was like an 8 th grade dance. All the men or husbands were on one side and the women were on the other side of the bar. “Did you see the signs downstairs?” Liz asked, seemingly excited about something. “I didn’t really notice anything, but a lot of new faces. I came right up here,” I told her. “The Club is planning a group trip to Hedo,” She exclaimed loudly handing me a sheet of paper with the details. “Please say you’re going too!” She reminded me of a little girl at Christmas. I got a drink and started reading the details to the trip. The details included the dates, cost, transportation details, and a little about the Hedonism resorts. I was the only one in the group that had been there before. I had 3 weeks of vacation left at work, I had the money. I couldn’t see any reason Rus Escort izmir not to go. After give me a few minutes, Liz started back. “SO? You’re the only one who’s been there! And I want to go enjoy this with you!” She didn’t realize she was still yelling. She leaned over and whispered in my ear. “You’re the only one I trust playing with me and my husband. Please go?” Hedonism is an erotic Carribean resort, in Negril, Jamaica. It caters to couples, singles, swingers, and any other type of sexual fantasy you could imagine. Hedonism is nicknamed “Hedo” and has 2 resorts called Hedo I and Hedo II. The trip was being planned for Hedo II. I wanted to use my answer as leverage. “What do I get if I go?” Liz hopped off the bar stool and came up to me. She started kissing me, squeezing my tits, then running her hand up my skirt. She stopped and looked at me. “Still not sure,” I answered playfully. She placed her fingers on my clit. “I promise to eat you everyday?” Liz asked, wondering if that would be enough to do it. “Hmmm, I’m listening.” She definitely had my attention. “I’ll use your favorite glass dildo to fuck you,” she paused. “While I eat you.” She continued to rub my clit. “If I say yes now, does that mean you’re gonna stop doing that?” I was really enjoying her fingers. “Well…” Liz stopped abruptly. I caressed her arms. She leaned in and exposed one of my nipples. This was a normal scene, so no one even thought twice about Liz’s actions. She began to suck my nipple and slipped her already playing finger inside of me. I got off the bar stool to reach her face better and we started to kiss. “Get back up there.” She pointed to the bar stool. I got back up and she parted my legs. Her tongue felt smooth against my clit. She began to suck, just perfectly. As she slid her fingers inside me, I started playing with my nipples. “You two are starting already?” Gina asked, watching us. I put my hand on Gina’s shoulder, holding on and inviting her. Liz perked up, my wetness glistening from her lips. “I’m trying to talk her into going to Hedo with us.” “Why didn’t you say so?” Gina asked, accepting the invite. Gina and I started kissing as I felt her tits. They were already pretty exposed from her top. I brought them all the way out and pinched her nipples. I started moaning; Liz was doing a great job and I was pretty close to finishing. Gina broke my hold of her tits to sucking mine. With that combination, I came hard with my legs around Liz’s shoulders. Liz stood straight up. “So?” “Abso-fucking-lutely.” I smiled at her as we kissed again. “That was awesome.” “Bartender,” Liz was waving the bartender over. “Sign her up.” I went off with the bartender to finalize my seat and room for the trip. As I walked away, Liz slapped my ass. “It’s a month away! This is going to be great!” The plane was landing in Montego Bay, Jamaica. I was beyond excited for what the week held. Being the only one of the crew that’s izmir otele gelen escort been to the Hedo Resort before, I was just as excited for them. We had a couple small planes booked to get to the other side of the island, instead of taking the 2 hour ride to Negril on the bus. We got our luggage and went to the TimAir terminal. The small plane didn’t go that high up, but the scene was definitely worth the $85 per person. The pilot was kind enough to do an ariel view of Hedo before landing. The landing strip was literally right across the street from Hedo. The cab driver waiting, took our bags to the office of the Hedo resort. As we arrived, there were about 20 of us, all standing around, taking everything in. You couldn’t see much of the resort from the check in location, but there was a wonderful waiter serving beverages and explaining the check in process. It has been about 10 years since I’ve been there, but drinking the rum punch brought me back like it was yesterday. My soon to be roommate, Carrie and I, toasted. “Here’s to getting off as much as possible this week!” We toasted, kissed, and took a long drink. The waiter was around with a pitcher, making sure no one was empty. Lucky enough, Carrie and I were called to check in first. As we walked deeper into the check in location, I took in the open room, which was mostly outside with a roof. It was the typical Caribbean colors with a tile floor. Pictures and beautiful plants were all around. The check in desk wasn’t like a usual hotel. There two chairs where you sat as you checked in. Carrie and I sat down as the waiter refilled our drinks. Carrie was busy looking to see what was beyond the check in point. The bellhop stood with our bags as the woman behind the desk gave him our room number. The lady behind the desk was quite happy and entergetic. “Say goodbye to your bags. They’ll be in your room next time you see them.” She teasingly waved to the bags. Carrie and I looked at each other again, excited to be there. We each got a key that had a bracelet attached to it. “Most people put it around their ankle. When you are on the nude side, well, there’s no where else to put it.” We all laughed as we got up from the plush pink chairs. Like two little kids, we raced into the next section. Carrie used me as her guide. “What’s this?” She was looking around, her eyes wide open. “This is the main dining room. Buffet style eating, lots to choose from.” I pointed to where the food was already set out. “There is ALWAYS food around.” I pointed out the stage and explained some evening entertainment. There was another bar upon the exit of the dining room. We stopped to get more drinks. The bar was covered in small blue tiles, some metallic, but beautiful. Before making our way towards our room, Carrie noticed the first pool. It was large. “That is a fun pool at night! There are window to the dance floor at that end.” I pointed. “You mean they can watch Buca escort bayan you swim, naked?” Well, ordinarily yes. But we’re still on the “prude” side (clothing a must). That is the night time must do!” I pointed to the naked water slide. That quick, Carrie’s eyes took her to the hot tub. It was up on a deck, about 20 steps. “That thing is HUGE!” “Oh yea, fits lots of people. During the day, not much action. But at night…hmmm. Lots of naked bodies running around here.” We made our way, following the signs to our room. It was on what is referred to as the “nude” side. This means you can be naked all the time. We walked in our room and saw the contents. Our bags were on the king sized bed. I started grabbing my bags to unpack. I barely got it open when Carried stopped me. “No way! Not now!” She was already naked. “Let’s go!” She screamed at me and started untying the back of my halter top with two towels in her hand. I removed the rest of my clothes. She grabbed my hand and headed towards the door. “Wait, room key!” I grabbed her and mine. We both stuck our foot in the bracelet and put it around our ankles. As if I never left, I remembered the way to the nude side pool. It was covered by neatly placed shrubs. As we walked in, Carrie gasped. “Wow!” She took in the sea of naked people, the swim up bar, and the grill. We picked out some beach chairs and got in; Went right to the bar for refills. Carrie had planned on making one of her fantasies a reality and having at least two men at once. She spotted some prospects and left me at the bar to get to know them. I ensured that I would be ok and pushed her to go. I stood in the pool, by the bar and smoked a cigarette. I just people watched, waiting for some other members of the crew to arrive. I couldn’t have been standing there more than 5 minutes when I heard a voice. “Oh my God,” the person sounded seriously shocked. “Katie?” The voice was almost whispering, but I heard it and turned at hearing my name. Standing there naked in a wealth of other naked people, I expected the person to not even be talking to me or hoped that it wasn’t someone I knew. I never, in million years, expected to see the person that stood before me. I stood there, naked and shocked. There was Alex, an old love from many years ago. I couldn’t believe I was looking him in the eyes. I shouldn’t call Alex a “love,” but I did love him. He was married and we had an affair for many years. I never expected a relationship with him, but did rate him as the best lover I’d ever had. The mere sight of him made me nervous. I forgot I was naked. I just stared at him with scenes of our torrid sexual past running through my mind. Then I remembered how we lost touch. I had an affair with him when I was married. I had trouble dealing with the guilt and stopped responding to his emails or any form of contact. I basically ignored him, not because I didn’t want to have sex with him. It was because I wanted to have sex with him way too much, too often. Our intimacy with each other was steamy enough to put a porn flick to shame. I never trusted myself alone with him; he knew how to push my buttons and then I had no self control. I wanted him inside me. Even at this moment, feeling nervous, I wanted to jump on him. I fought my inner self for self control.