The reception at Feronia has its own little building. Once inside, Mom went over to talk to the receptionists, while the rest of us sat down on one of the leather couches by the wall. I must say I was impressed. The floor was paneled, the ceiling was paneled, and parts of the walls were paneled as well. The furniture was made of wood, leather and metal, and the walls were adorned with prints of classical paintings. The center of the room was dominated by a wide wooden receptionist desk, and the wall behind it was not a wall, but a massive fish tank. Feronia probably spends a lot of money on interior decorators, is what I'm saying.
“We're checked in, they're just pulling up the van out front.” Mom announced.
“The van?” Kelly asked.
“To get us and our bags to the hotel. It's a bit of a walk otherwise.” Was this place a resort or a small town? Given what I saw from the van on our short ride to the hotel, I was leaning towards the latter. We went by the large building with the nice architecture, which I later found out was called the Logia Bajacu. That must have been where Judy and Manu stayed during their first visit to Feronia. Our hotel was one of the large structures that looked like they were half made of glass. Our driver parked the van between the two blocks and we got out. From where I stood, I was looking at a large reflection pool right between the buildings. As I walked around the van to grab my stuff, I could make out a swimming pool not too far away, and people lounging around it. Naked. And although I could not see the ocean from there, I could smell it.
“These buildings, by the way, are called Los Citrinos,” Dad remarked as we carried our bags up the steps onto the porch of our building. “I just call them Las Vitrinas. Means 'display cases' in Spanish.”
I could see where he was coming from, what with the buildings looking like they were fifty percent glass, but I never ended up calling them that. I just call them “The Blocks”. When we entered the lobby of our building, I wondered for a hot second why everything had this bluish hue. One good look around the room later, I wondered no more. In the middle of the lobby, flanked by two flights of stairs, was a perfectly square aquarium walled entirely with Plexiglas and steel beams. Except that, instead of fish, it had naked people swimming in it. I heard Kelly let out a small "Whoa", and I nodded my head in agreement. Whoever built this resort, they were not fucking around. That tank in front of us did not so much resemble a spot for recreation as an over-the-top piece of performance art on the practice of exhibitionism. At least until we climbed the stairs, because from up top it looked like just another pool.
By the time we got to our room, it was past five p.m. A brief tour of our room: it was pretty big, with two double beds, a flat-screen TV flanked by tall speakers, windows that reach from the floor to the ceiling, a sizable balcony, and a huge bathroom with a large shower and its own glass door to the balcony. The overarching theme of the place seemed to be "bigger is better". Made me wonder, what were we expected to do with all that space?
Our parents called dibs on the shower, so Kelly and I crashed on one of the beds and Kelly switched on the TV. I didn't feel like watching TV, and the channels all seemed to be in Spanish anyway. In an effort to check social media for any messages I might have received in the mean time, I tried to connect to the hotel's WiFi. Unfortunately, it was password-protected, and my battery was almost dead. TV it was.
"Anything good?" I asked, looking at Kelly.
"They got Cartoon Network."
Kelly loves cartoons. Some of my oldest memories are of us two watching shows like Dexter's Laboratory together, and it's something we still do sometimes. So we lay there watching Johnny Bravo. It was a re-run, but it was a pretty good episode. Once it was over, we flipped through channels looking for anything else in English, until Mom came out of the bathroom. Save for her glasses and a towel on her head, she was completely naked.
"Your dad is still in there, but the shower is free now."
Kelly and I let the TV be and hurriedly dug our toiletries out of our bags. When we shuffled into the bathroom, we found dad standing at the counter, with his camera out.
"Excuse me...what are you doing?" I asked.
"Taking mirror selfies for Facebook," he replied with a sarcastic smile. Dad doesn't have a Facebook profile.
"You do that, we'll be..." I stopped mid-sentence. "Holy shit, two sinks?"
Yes, in a place that has fish tanks for walls and pools in places that don't make sense, it was the goddamn sinks that got a reaction out of me. Behind me, Kelly gave a snicker and remarked "Such luxury" as Dad left to put away his camera.
After being stuck in our plane seats for hours on end and taking a cab across a tropical countryside, our clothes were stuck to our bodies, and it took a hot minute of awkward contortions until Kelly and I peeled ourselves out of our clothes. Suffice it to say, the first wave of water on my skin was a wonderful relief. The shower had one of these rain showerheads, and it felt exactly as good as the infomercials promise.
"We don't do this at home, do we?" I asked Kelly as I moved aside to give her some time under the showerhead.
"What, take showers? Pretty much every day," she answered, laughing. "Man, you are a riot today."
"No, I mean, shower together. When was the last time we did that?"
Kelly gave a pensive look while massaging shampoo in her hair.
"Huh, point taken. But, why would we do that? Also, how? I can't imagine both of us fitting in the shower at home."
"Yeah, me neither," I said. Skinny or not, at six foot two, I do take up a lot of space. "Things would get cramped back home."
"Also, it would be kinda weird, dontcha think?" Kelly was done washing her hair, so she let me hog the showerhead again.
"You think this is weird right now?"
"No, we're just taking a shower." She laughed. "What is it with you today? Getting all philosophical in here."
"I always get great thoughts like this in the shower. Today is just the first time someone's there to hear them, I guess."
We were interrupted when Mom poked her head in the bathroom.
"Kyle, your phone keeps buzzing."
"I'll call them back," I answered. "Kinda tied down here right now."
"Okay."
Mom left, and we picked up our conversation where we left off.
“Do you think I should get my hair cut?” Kelly asked. “Or should I let it grow out again.”
Kelly has wavy, dark red hair. At the time, it barely reached halfway down her face.
"I think it would look really good if you grew it long," I offered my opinion.
"You know what, I think you're right. It's been a long time since I had long hair, and I kinda miss it."
After our shower, Kelly and I didn't bother getting dressed again. Once we were sufficiently dry, we stretched out on the bed, content to just kick back and do nothing for a while. Mom and Dad were on the balcony, snuggling and people-watching. Kelly was engrossed in the book she got at the airport, so I used the down-time to get out a ring book and write down my first impressions. As you might have noticed, I had a lot thoughts on being in a foreign country in general, and staying at a nudist resort in particular. In fact, I have it open right next to me as I'm writing this. I'd be fucked if I had to remember all those details off the top of my head.
Kelly looked up from her book at what I was doing.
"Travel journal?" she asked.
"Pretty much," I nodded.
"I forgot to bring one." She picked up her phone. "Scoot over, I want to take a vacation picture of us together."
I complied and she snapped a selfie of us two. I still have that picture; I keep it around on my laptop. It was the first time somebody took a photo of me naked.
It must have been seven thirty p.m. when Mom got a call; the Santiagos had arrived. We quickly jumped into some clothes to leave our room and greet them. I was expecting a long walk across this humongous hotel complex, or at least through the building, so I headed for the stairs. You can imagine my surprise when I heard Luz' voice behind me.
"Yo, Kyle, where you going?"
I turned on the spot to see her standing in the door of another room just diagonally across from ours, waving at me to come over. Her and Alvo were already exchanging hugs and kisses with Mom and Dad. On my way to join them, I could already see Kelly was happy to see Manu again; she leaned into him with a huge smile on her face, the tip of her nose touching his. I had no time to tease her on it, because Judy fell into my arms out of nowhere and practically wrapped herself around me as closely as her figure would allow.
"Oh man, I can't believe you're actually here!" Judy exclaimed, her dark brown eyes and lovely smile beaming up at me.
"We are, as you can see and feel. How was your flight?"
"Two flights, actually. We stopped in Miami for two hours, and I tried to catch up on some sleep..." We were interrupted by my dad.
“I don't know about y'all, but I am getting hungry.”
Supper was the last real event of the day. The sun was on its way down, so we chose to sit outside the main building's restaurant, the Bajacu Comedor, on a patio that provided an excellent view of the pool area. I felt a bit awkward sitting around fully dressed in between so many naked people. The day had depleted our energy, and it was showing. Even though our families hadn't seen one another in months and had so much to catch up on, there was not a lot of talking. With my plate empty, I found myself zoning out, my gaze drifting over the pool and to the horizon.
"Thinking of going to the beach?" Alvo's voice took me out of my daydreams.
"Thinking of going to bed, more like," I managed to return.
"I hear you," Alvo replied. "Gonna have a beer with Jonah, then I'll have call it a night myself."
My eyes went back to the beach, panning the horizon until my view was obstructed by Judy leaning in towards me.
"We should come out in the morning and go swimming. It'll still be nice and cool, or at least something like that."
“We're on vacation, and you want to get up early?” Kelly asked, incredulously. I was about to agree with her when I realized Judy had basically just invited us to hang out with her naked.
“Yeah, we were talking about it back home,” I lied. I put my arm around Judy and, out of view of her parents, slowly moved the spaghetti strap of her top down her shoulder. Kelly caught on.
"Yeah, almost forgot," she said, with one arm wrapped around Manu. "We wanted to have the pool to ourselves."
The next morning I was expecting to be the first one up, so it came as a surprise when I was awoken by Kelly's voice.
"Good morning."
I turned to see her next to me, propped up on one arm, looking at me. Except she was not looking at my face. In my sleep, I had kicked the covers off, and now my morning wood was pointing at the ceiling, in full size and in full view of my sister.
“You are a grower, god damn.”
“Sorry,” I mumbled and wanted to cover myself again.
"No man, chill," Kelly replied. "I just thought how weird it would look if us girls woke up every day with long-ass nipples poking out."
As goofy as it sounds, that mental image actually made me laugh, too. Kelly went on to rummage around in her backpack for something, so I excused myself to go shave. As I got up and walked to the bathroom, the rummaging behind me stopped for a second. I never asked her, but I suspect Kelly was trying to get another peek at my erection. By the time she joined me in the bathroom, it was gone.
"Your alarm clock was ringing. I turned it off."
"Thanks."
I went back to shaving and Kelly sat down on the toilet. At first I thought she needed to pee, until I heard a wet plop behind me.
"Seriously?" I turned around to give her a look of righteous indignation. "I'm still right here!"
"Relax, I'm just changing my tampon."
"Oh. Carry on then." That was all I had to say about that, so I just stuck to shaving and let Kelly do her thing. Once my face was smooth again and my toiletries stashed away in their bag, I turned on the shower. I had barely stepped under the water when Kelly turned to me and asked:
"What are you doing?"
"What does it look like?" I laughed. "I'm taking a shower. Join me if you want to."
"Yeah, I get that. But wouldn't it make more sense to do that after we go swimming?"
My wet palm audibly impacted my forehead.
"I'll be right out."
"Hurry up," Kelly ushered. "We got places to go, naked people to see."
Kelly, our parents and I caught breakfast at the buffet on the ground floor – naked. From our table, I could see a mural over by the pool area. My Spanish was just about sufficient to translate it as "We are well dressed in our skin." Whoever came up with that, I do say they had a point. It might sound counter-intuitive if you haven't done it yourself, but when everyone around you is naked, it feels better to be naked yourself. More equal, I guess. The people aquarium in the lobby was still weird, though.
Just as Kelly and I were getting impatient and headed upstairs to go fetch Judy and Manu, they met us half-way. They assured us they'd catch up to us at the pool, so we went ahead with our parents. Both Mom and Dad were wearing satchel packs around their waist, which looked silly, but proved useful. When you're not wearing clothes, you likely have no pockets to stash things like your wallet, your shades, or sunblock. We all put on a layer of factor 75, which in the Williams family is absolutely mandatory lest we want to turn from pasty white to lobster red. I made a mental note to get myself one of those satchels for any possible trips in the future. Actually, I made written note as well, since I'm looking at it right now in my journal.
For some reason, I also scribbled a remark about the small white string dangling from between Kelly's legs. Most women I know would be mortified to even talk about their period in front of a man, much less walk around with a tampon string in plain view like it ain't no thing. What I didn't write down is why I was checking out Kelly's privates in the first place. I couldn't stop thinking of our last trip to the mall because the picture she sent me would pop into my head at random times throughout the day. The way she angled her hips and pulled down those bikini bottoms basically screamed "Look at my pussy!" And I looked at it. While our parents were having a swim, she lay down on a deck chair opposite from me. She let one leg dangle off the side, so I could see her inner labia peek out. It was similar to her skin in color, with a shade of pink to it. She had shaved the hair off her outer labia, leaving only a triangle up top. Somehow my dick stayed where it was, flaccid and resting on the chair. I decided to stay on the safe side and hopped into the pool.
I had done a few lazy laps and was content just floating around when Kelly came over to the edge of the pool.
“Look who decided to come out.” She pointed at Judy and Manu who were walking over from the hotel. “I figured they would be nice, but hot damn.”
It was obvious what she was referring to. As much as we liked to joke about Judy's breasts, neither of us had ever seen her naked. But now that I have, I can tell you her body is absolutely fantastic. Judy is a curvy lady, with tan skin and long dark hair. It flowed behind her as she walked, and her hips swayed from side to side with every step. Her areolas were notably large, fitting well with her large round breasts, and she sported a neatly trimmed strip of hair between her legs. I looked over at Manu.
“He ain't bad either.”
“I know, right?” Kelly grinned. I may be a straight man, but when I say Manu is a handsome guy, I mean it. His body was slim, kind of like mine, but with more visibly toned muscles. His skin was tan just like Judy's, and the sun block even made it glisten a bit. Normally Manu ties his hair in a ponytail, but that day he let it hang free. His face was framed by a short, closely cropped beard, while his chest and crotch were shaved blank. And while I was not going to whip out a ruler on him, I could tell he was more well-endowed than the average man. As him and his sister got closer, I became immediately aware that Kelly and I had been eyeballing them for at least a minute straight.
"You know, we shouldn't stare at them like that," I said.
"But we want to."
“True,” I admitted.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" Manu asked when they got to where we were sitting. We immediately knew what he meant.
“So good,” I replied. There is just something liberating about swimming naked. There is nothing between the water and you, and when you get out to air-dry, there is no soggy swimsuit sticking to your skin. Behind us, our parents got out of the water.
"We're gonna head back upstairs," Dad announced. "We had enough sun, time to hang back with Alvo and Luz."
"Alright, see ya."
"Hang on a minute, I got an idea," Judy piped up. "Manu and I want to spend most of our time with Kyle and Kelly anyway, so maybe we could bunk with them and you share the other room with our parents?"
"Yeah, I like that idea," Kelly said.
Dad scratched his beard and looked at Mom. She gave a smile and shrugged. "Sure, why not?"
"After lunch, how about it?" Dad asked. We all nodded, and it was agreed.
As our parents left, Judy briefly looked after them with a huge smile on her face.
"What are you looking at, huh?" I prodded.
“Your mama has nice hair.”
“Uh, yeah.” Mom and Kelly both have wavy, dark red hair. While Kelly kept hers on the short side, Mom's was very long, reaching half way down her back. But I had a feeling that Judy was not just checking out our mom's hair. You see, Mom basically looks like a slightly shorter, older version of Kelly. From our vantage point, one couldn't really tell that she was actually forty-five. I decided to keep my theory to myself, though. I was here to spend time with my sister and best friends, I did not want to inquire if Judy had a secret girl-crush on my mother.
We spent at least two hours playfully wrestling in the water and checking out what else the pool area had to offer. And there was a lot: hot tubs, another pool with cliffsides and a small island, artificial rivers and waterfalls, and a surprising amount of pseudo-Greco-Roman statues. I regretted not bringing my camera. Those goofy-ass satchel packs were looking less and less goofy by the hour.
When we had expended our excess energy, we made our way back to the hotel. Kelly and I headed to our room, to pack our stuff and move in with Judy and Manu. We found our parents sitting on the balcony with Alvo and Luz, shooting the breeze over some take-out. To our surprise, our bags were nowhere to be found.
"We went ahead and moved your things over to the other room," Luz explained, when she noticed us rummaging around in growing confusion.
"Uh...thanks," Kelly responded. Pointing at the food, she added "Where did you get that?"
"At Rafael's, down by the park," Luz' tone made it sound as if Kelly had just asked whether the sky was blue. She pointed her fork at her meal. "This is their bandera, and you need to try it, because it is the tits."
"This place has a park?" I asked. I was going to have to go out of my way to find things this resort did not have.
“Not the resort, no,” Dad answered. "When you get to your room, look out the window. You'll see a big grove of palm trees, and behind those, you'll see a town. That town is called Cigua. That's where Rafael's is."
“And you went out there to get lunch, just to bring it all the way back here?” Kelly was asking the hard questions.
“No, we had it delivered,” Alvo explained. “I'm on vacation, I am not going to put on clothes again until I legally have to.”
When we entered our new room, we found it to be a perfectly mirrored version of the one we had shared with our parents. I found my belonging nicely stacked on the bed closer to the door, and next to it, Judy's disarray of bags, clothes and electronics. Looked like I would be sharing with her. Kelly's suitcase and backpack sat next to Manu's bed, over by the window. I stepped onto the balcony to see that town Dad was talking about. And just like he said, beyond the palm trees, I could make out the tops of buildings. To the right, I could see the beach, and it curved past the palm trees that I could make out what looked like a small marina.
“So that is Cigua over there?” I asked into the room. Manu answered.
“Yep. You wanna go there?”
“Sure, but how do you get there?”
“Put on some clothes, I'll call us a taxi. I'm getting hungry too.”
Our first trip to Cigua does not warrant going into detail. There is one thing I want you to take away from this, however: if you just arrived in a foreign country and you are waiting standing the airport looking for a taxi, DO NOT go for the first one you find. If there is a whole gaggle-fuck of identical-looking cabs, be wary. Those tend to belong to companies looking to make money off tourists like you. The locals call them “pirate cabs” or something along those lines, because they will rob you blind. Do your research ahead of time and find a taxi provider who understands your language and charges a reasonable price. If it hadn't been for Manu, we would have either gotten into one of those taxis sitting right outside the main gate and paid four times the normal price, or we would not have understood the driver of the affordable taxi, and vice versa.
Manu made sure to communicate to our driver what we were looking for in Cigua, and he dropped us off at the right spot. Imagine a park the size of a baseball field. From home plate to first base, it is lined with hole-in-the-wall street food vendors, food trucks and ice cream parlors. Clearly, this was a place where tourism happens.
We found Rafael's and ordered their pollo al carbon. I didn't write it down then, but I think it came around to about $25, for the four of us. I do however remember the guy who worked at the ice cream place we went to afterwards, because Judy talked to him for what seemed like an eternity while the rest of us already sitting in the grass across the road, eating our ice cream. When I asked her what they had talked about, she answered that she had asked him about good spots to party in the area. When I asked if that would include any venues for metal shows, she denied, and my interest waned.
When we got back to our room, I noticed two birds had landed on the banister of the balcony. They were almost entirely green, except for the bright yellow stripe running down the edge of each wing. They didn't seem to pay us any mind, instead focusing their attention of grooming their feathers with their beaks.
“Looks like we got visitors.” As soon as I pointed my finger at them, one of the birds paused its grooming and peeked over its raised wing to look at me with one black eye, as if to ask why I was addressing it personally.
"Would you look at that.” Judy went out to the balcony and knelt down no six feet away from the birds. They didn't move. “Manu, remember our green little buddies from last year?”
"Mh-hm," Manu responded, then turned to me to explain. "Two years ago, our parents and yours stayed in a room like this one here. Because of some last-minute changes, Judy and I were put in a room over in the Bajacu."
"Fifth floor, no elevator," Judy commented. "Good times."
"Yeah, but the view was awesome." Manu went on: "You see, there was a sun deck right upstairs from our room, so of course we were up there all the time. And every day, without exception, two of those green birds would be up there with us, just hanging out and catching sun."
"They're cute, but sometimes I got the feeling they followed us around, those little creepers. Yes, you!" Judy added, when one of the birds looked up at her.
"Anyone care for some music?" Kelly called out to us.
"Hell yeah! What you got? I am feeling some Pentagram." Judy went inside and crouched down next to Kelly, who had connected her phone to the speakers by the TV. I turned back to observing the scenery, and from there, my eyes wandered back to the two green birds on our banister. I decided I wanted to take some pictures of them, so I joined the girls in our room, leaving only Manu outside on the balcony.
I had barely dug my camera out of my backpack when my phone gave off a familiar buzz. I had a reminder, but for what? I let the camera be and looked at my phone. The notification read "GOOGLE INDULGENCE RESORTS".
"Oh, right..." I thought to myself. I wanted to let the phone be for the moment and take some pictures of the birds, but that opportunity evaporated when Judy found a song she liked. The birds were obviously not fans of Pentagram because they took off in a hurry. With nothing left to do, I addressed Judy, who was already getting her groove on.
"Does this place have WiFi?"
"Of course. Password should be in here." Judy picked up a pamphlet from the TV stand. Instead of tossing it over to me, she came strutting over to where I was seated on the bed, whipping her hair left and right to the rhythm of the music. Her breasts bobbed up and down with every step, and in a brief lapse of self-control, I stared at them dead-on. When I remembered to look at her face, our eyes met, and I could tell she knew. But she didn't seem to mind; on the contrary, she pressed them together a bit with her arms when she bent down to hand me the pamphlet, complete with a little wink. I smiled and mouthed "thanks" before turning my attention back to my phone. The WiFi connected quickly, and soon I was googling what this Indulgence thing was Dad had talked about. The word itself didn't net any conclusive results, mostly dictionary definitions and a whole lot of food blogs. So I added the number 2 at the end, and boy oh boy, did that make a difference.
The top two results were pretty standard. The first was a company website for Indulgence II. They advertised themselves as a clothing-optional resort for adults and listed all the cool stuff you could do there. The second one was a Wikipedia article. Their information was pretty sparse. It mostly covered the history of the place, and that there never was an Indulgence I, because fuck logic. While it did mention Feronia Resort, they didn't have their own article. But further down the list, that is where things got good. Let me pull up some of my favorites for you, why not?
“Make your holiday sex fantasies come true at these 5 hotels,” or:
“12 best nakation spots around the world,” Fuck you, that's not a word! Also:
“Adults-only getaways where you can let it all hang out,” or:
“Our favorite swinger resorts - #1 will blow you away!” Wow, such innuendo. And my favorite:
“Bring your friends, but leave your swim suit at home!”
You get the point. Indulgence II is a resort where couples go to hang out naked and get their freak on with other couples. I didn't read through all of those lists, but from the ones I did look at, I could gather that Indulgence II was a big name in the “lifestyle”, as they often referred to the swinger community. And do you know who else popped up in virtually every one of those listings?
Feronia Resort.
Unlike Wikipedia, all of these websites had links to their own articles about Feronia. They usually sported some sort of review of this place, most of which were overwhelmingly positive, though I was a bit disappointed when the list “Our favorite swinger resorts - #1 will blow you away!” only put Feronia at number two. Guess I was not going to be blown away this week. They listed all the great features and activities this resort had to offer, and they were indeed plentiful, so I will not list them all here. The biggest attractions were undoubtedly the beach, the many pools, and the tropical gardens distributed across the resorts' expansive grounds. All of this sounded family friendly to me, so I didn't understand why this place was for adults only. Until I came across their fourth biggest attraction: “designated play areas”. Sounds like something you find at the mall, the place where kids can run around and release some pent-up energy so their parents get to sit down for a few minutes. Instead they were described as more or less secluded spots where couples can have sex in the outdoors, be it with their partner or complete strangers. Playgrounds for swingers, basically.
I closed the web browser and summarized my thoughts. This was a swinger resort. Mom and Dad had been here before, multiple times, with Alvo and Luz. We hadn't seen nor heard from them for the longest time this morning. And they had seemed more than happy to help rearrange the rooms. In my mind, gears were clicking in place.
As with many things before, my first instinct was to tell my sister about my findings. So I got off the bed to go look for her. The only one in the room with me was Judy, and she pointed me to the balcony.
"Out on the deck, with Manu."
I popped my head outside and spotted the two snuggled up together, sharing a deck chair. Kelly was laying on her side, one leg draped over Manu's, gently running her fingers through his hair. Manu simply lay there with his eyes closed, enjoying her caresses. I didn't want to disturb them, but I had to tell my sister what I had found out.
"Kelly?" I asked. "Can you come over here? I wanna show you something, just for a minute."
I knew perfectly well that this was not going to take "just a minute". And I was right. At first Kelly thought I was pulling her leg, but when I showed her the articles as evidence, her reaction was exactly the same as mine. When she was done reading, she looked up at me.
"I'm gonna go ask Mom and Dad if they know about this. Or how much." She had already grabbed her phone and key card off the nightstand when I asked her to reconsider: did she really want to just walk in there? She put the card back and got on her phone to call Dad. The ensuing conversation was awkward to witness.
"Dad? Yeah, it's Kelly. Um...we need to talk about something.”
Silence.
“Kyle and I read up on Feronia. Yes, like just now."
Silence.
"No, not that, I mean the fucking...yeah that part."
Silence.
"No, I'm not mad...It's just...a little warning..."
After she hung up, Kelly sat down on the bed, buried her face in her palm, and let out a nervous laugh.
"So, uh..." I spoke up to ask, but Kelly was faster.
"Oh yeah, they knew."
"So why didn't they tell us?"
"I guess we had several years to ask about it," Kelly responded. "We never asked, and they never thought about it much. And, remember the terms and conditions? The ones on Dad's tablet, way back in January?"
"Oh, I never read that shit," I admitted.
"Exactly, me neither. Now, just guess what it was about."
We looked at each other and burst out laughing.
“And did they say if they take part in 'the lifestyle'?” I asked, making little air quotes with my fingers. I love euphemisms.
“He didn't say, but why would they come here...?”
“Oh yeah they do,” Judy interrupted her. Throughout our conversation, she sat by quietly on the other bed, and I had completely forgotten that she was still in the room.
“You knew this too?” Kelly cried out.
“Time out, I have an idea,” Manu interrupted. He had gotten up from his deck chair and joined us inside. “How about you two talk this over with your parents, over supper or something. Then, if you want, we can all go for a walk on the beach and Judy and I tell you about our experience with this place.”
We followed Manu's advice. I imagined our talk with our parents to be a heated argument full of righteous indignation, but when the four of us actually met up for supper, we didn't talk much at all. After ordering our food, we sat in awkward silence for several minutes before Kelly brought up the courage to ask them:
“Why didn't you tell us about this?”
“We were going to,” Dad responded. “Now that Kyle is eighteen, we wanted to sit both of you down and talk to you about it. Our original plan was to come here by ourselves to spend time with Alvo and Luz. We were surprised when you wanted to come with us, but we still thought we could use this opportunity to tell you about our relationship with them.”
“But then we didn't know how to bring it up,” Mom went on. “Jonah and I were scared you would freak out and think of us as perverts.”
“I don't think you're perverts,” I said quietly. “How long have you been doing this?”
“We first played in 2005. When we went to New Orleans.”
I remembered that trip. I was ten back then. Now I knew what Mom and Dad got up to that night they left us alone in the hotel room and didn't come back until after we had both fallen asleep. Kelly and I did not mind being alone all night. In fact, we were glad we didn't have to go anywhere and could just stay up and watch TV instead.
“So, how did you get into this in the first place?” Kelly asked.
“That was on me. I was the driving force in the beginning,” Dad answered. “You see, ever since y'all were seven or eight, I kept having this gnawing feeling that I was getting old and I had missed out. You see, back when we started dating, your mom and I used to be young and wild and free and shit. But suddenly we were in our thirties with two kids and I was somehow convinced that all the kinky stuff I still wanted to do with Rhea was never going to happen because of this.”
“He didn't know, but I started feeling the same,” Mom added, stroking Dad's back. “Like I was becoming this bland suburban mom I never wanted to be. Please go on, honey.”
Dad continued:
“So I had these fantasies about group sex, something I always wanted to try. I looked at that kinda stuff on porn sites a lot, but I kept it hidden, because I was afraid your mom would be hurt if she found out. Then, one day, I had an epiphany. Rhea and I were sitting on the porch one day, watching you kids play in the back yard. I realized that moment that this was the life I wanted and would never do anything to destroy it. I knew that I would never cheat on my wife, that I would be honest to her in all things and at all times. That meant I had to man the fuck up and talk to her about what I had been hiding inside all those years.”
“How did that go?” I asked. By this point, Kelly and I were fully invested in this conversation.
“Kinda awkward,. I mean, look at us right now!” Dad laughed briefly, but then he went back to being serious. “Yeah, it was hard at first. But when I showed her some of the swinger pictures and videos I watched on the internet, she said she liked some of them. And then she blew me away when she said she knew someone we could try that with.”
“I immediately thought of Luz,” Mom explained. “We have been friends forever and she used to tell me about these couples meet-ups she would go to with her husband. And I don't remember if she used the word 'swingers', but she was not subtle about it at all. I never consciously thought about what that means and just laughed it off. Until we arranged a date with them.”
“And now it's just you and them, or are there other couples?” Kelly wanted to know.
“There used to be,” Mom answered. “We had our wild phase for a few years, when we would meet and play with as many new couples as we could find. It was exciting, like being in college again.”
“Where did you find all those other people?” I asked.
“Online,” Dad answered. “Nowadays, if you can think of a kink, there is a dating site for it.”
“Why did you stop?”
“Too many fake people.” Dad explained briefly.
“Yeah, we grew tired of it.” Mom sighed. “A lot of the couples we met online were perfectly normal people, and there were some real sweet ones we would go back to once or twice. But we were hellbent on expanding our horizons, so we kept looking for new people. Most of them just thought we were hot and only wanted to fuck, and that's fine. But then there were those who only wanted one of us for a threesome, but we don't do those.”
“We got a lot of messages from thirsty guys.” Dad's brow furrowed as he spoke. “Yeah, me and my wife totally have an open relationship, I'm not just saying that to cheat on her. Lying sacks of shit.”
“Alvo and Luz were the only ones we would date consistently,” Mom continued. “And it was never just about sex with them. Sometimes, we'd hang out with them and never even get naked, and when we did have sex, it never felt like they only saw us as fuck buddies. They invited us into their relationship. It was weird at first, but now they're not just our favorite lovers but also our best friends.”
Kelly didn't have anything else to say, instead diverting her attention back to her food. I sat still, staring off into the distance for several minutes until I managed to figure out what I wanted to say.
“So you do this because you love Alvo and Luz and it makes you happy?”
“Yes,” Dad responded.
“I want you to be happy,” I said. Kelly nodded in agreement.
“We just wanted to know,” she added.
Mom and Dad just smiled.
The sun hung low over the ocean when we met up with Judy and Manu at the beach. When we found a good spot to sit down, Manu surprised us by offering me and Kelly each a cold beer.
“Where did you get that?”
“Cigua. The drinking age in this country is eighteen.”
“We don't drink. Thanks anyway.”
“All right, what do you want to know?” Judy asked as she uncapped her bottle. I blurted out the first thing that came to my mind.
“Do you do this too?”
“Nope. Manu and I wouldn't qualify as swingers, because neither of us are married.” She was missing the point, so I explained:
“I mean, did you hook up with other people when you first came here?”
“The first time we came here, we barely dared to go outside for the first two days or so. We thought we would be walking in on people left an right.” Manu laughed. “We knew this place caters to swingers, so we believed that that is all it's about.”
“What else is this place about, then?” Kelly asked.
“It's a nudist resort.” Judy shrugged. “We don't know who here is a swinger, and who is just a nudist, but I guess the nudists are the majority. There are only two or three places where you can have sex outside, everything else is just to hang out naked.”
“And you knew that your parents swing with ours?”
“Oh yeah. They told us when we were like fourteen,” Manu said. “I am legitimately surprised Jonah and Rhea didn't tell you about it earlier.”
“Did you ever walk in on them?” Kelly wanted to know.
“No, they are very good about giving us little heads up.” Judy took a long swig of beer. “When your parents come by to play, they all go to the upstairs bed room. I think Manu caught them once making out with each other.”
“It was adorable.” Manu laughed. “Like a bunch of teenagers stuck in the bodies of forty-something-year-olds.”
Around us, the shadows of the palm trees were growing longer and longer. Judy and Manu finished their beers and we took some pictures together before we left. I love those pictures, and I am looking at them right now. My favorite has to be the one for which I stacked two recliners on top of each other to use as a makeshift tripod.
Back at our room, we all took a shower and went to bed. I was the last one to shower, so by the time I got out of the bathroom, everything was dark and the others were asleep. I sat outside on the balcony for a few minutes, just looking down at the world before me. Just below lay the market, its lights making the dark expanse of untouched nature around look even darker, and even more vast. I could smell the heat and humidity around me. Even over the music and voices down below I could hear insects chirping, and somewhere behind me, the waves crashed into the beach in a rhythmic murmur.
Once back inside, I tip-toed past Kelly and Manu as quietly as possible. They were rolled up each in their own covers, but in the dark I could make out Kelly's slender arm draped across his chest, her hand resting against his cheek like she was about to pull him in and kiss him. On our bed, Judy lay on her side, away from the window, her long dark hair pooled around her head. I lay down next to her, my head propped up on one arm, and admired her curvy outlines. She had wrapped her covers around her upper body, leaving her legs and hips exposed. I reached out and rested my hand on her knee, then slowly moved upward, my fingertips tracing the outline of her thigh. Her skin was wonderfully soft, and warm to the touch. I could feel my dick growing larger, rising from its flaccid state as if to look up at this beautiful naked woman before me.
When my hand reached her hip, she rolled onto her back, exposing her pussy. I froze. What was I doing? Judy was asleep, I had no business feeling her up. I carefully retracted my hand and rolled over to cover myself up. I laid there, trying my best to fall sleep, but it just wouldn't happen and I knew it. With every breath, I was drawing Judy's feminine scent into my nostrils, and my hard dick still rested on my stomach, pulsating gently, demanding attention. I uncovered myself and gave it a few slow strokes. Next to me, Judy sighed in her sleep. This was not going to work. I stood up and walked toward the bathroom, my erection pointing forward as if it was leading the way. Just as I opened the bathroom door, I felt somebody grab me by the hand.
“Where you going?” It was Judy.
“I just gotta go to the bathroom.” I tried to keep my back turned on her, so as to hide my massive hard-on.
“I know what you're doing.” She gave me a mischievous smile. “Can I join?”
For a split-second, I was dumbstruck, staring at her like a deer caught in the headlights.. A feeling of guilt over being caught washed over me. But it was quickly replaced when her last three words sank in. I vividly imagined the feeling of Judy's naked body grinding against mine, the heat building between us as I pulled her close. I pictured her mouth wide open with ecstasy, wondered what her moans sounded like.
“Sure,” I said quietly. She shot me a big smile and almost pulled me into the bathroom. Once she flicked the light on, she made a beeline for the cabinet by the window.
“Take these.” She handed me two towels, grabbed a bottle from the cabinet and headed to the sliding door.
“Where are you going?” I wanted to know.
“We're going on the balcony.”
“But people can see us out there!”
“Maybe,” Judy said with a mischievous grin. “If they do, we might as well give them a show to remember.”
I was not going to argue with that. As quickly and quietly as we could, we arranged the two recliners on the balcony to face each other and put our towels down. Judy laid down on the one closer to the banister.
“Hold out your hand.” I did like she said and she poured something out of the bottle from the cabinet into my palm. It turned out to be scented massage oil. While I put my hand to my face to smell it, Judy spread her legs and poured a small amount directly onto her mound. I watched in amazement as it slowly flowed down toward her pussy, her pubes acting like a wick, and parted to run down the creases between her lips. She caught a drop with her fingertips and brought them up to draw slow, small circles around her clit. I followed suit, generously applying the massage oil from my palm to the tip of my dick. Until then, I had never used any kind of oil to jerk off, so the sensation was new to me. I liked it a lot.
“I thought you were going to make a move back there,” she said between two breathy sighs. “Was kinda disappointed when you didn't.”
“You were awake for that?”
“Yeah, I was looking at you the whole time.” She slid a finger into her pussy. “I was about to tell you to keep going, but then you got up.”
We stopped talking, content with watching one another. I was mesmerized by the sight of her fingers sliding in and out of her pussy, her labia enveloping them as if in a very tight embrace. With her left hand, she played with her breasts, massaging them, gently pulling at her nipples with pointed fingers. Everything was silent, except for the wet sounds of Judy fingering herself and my hand going up and down my hard shaft. A loud moan from Judy made me stop.
“Careful. Don't wake them up,” I cautioned her, referring to Kelly and Manu.
“Sorry.” She giggled.
We went back to stroking ourselves. I tightened my grip on myself to intensify the sensation. With every stroke, I could distinctly feel my glans thrust out between my curled fingers. My eyes were firmly glued to Judy's body, following the outlines of her feminine curves, taking in every crease in her skin, every strand of hair on her head. In the warm light coming from the bathroom, I could see her pussy glistening as the massage oil on her fingers mixed with her natural fluids. She kept her lips pressed shut so no tell-tale moans would escape her and wake up either of our respective siblings inside, but I could clearly hear her breathing as it was going quicker now. Her voluptuous breasts rose and fell in sync, only to lay still when she let out a deep, drawn-out “Mmmmhhhh.” That sent me over the edge, and I erupted into a quiet, but powerful orgasm. Three or four ropes of cum shot out of my dick, landing on my leg and stomach. When I looked up at her, I saw Judy was watching me, her eyes locked on my dick. She opened her mouth to let out a quiet “Fuck yeah” followed by a sigh.
I gave myself some time to enjoy the afterglow, the mix of feeling both spent and satisfied, before I got up and cleaned myself off with my towel. Once was no longer covered in massage oil and cum, I tossed the towel back in my chair and got on my hands and knees to observe Judy. I inched closer to her and began to massage the inside of her thigh, which she acknowledged with an approving moan. I watched intently as she parted her labia with two dripping wet fingers and rolled her clit between her fingertips. With her other hand, she reached out for my chin and gently lifted it up until our eyes met. She opened her mouth and curled her tongue in what I can only describe as a “come hither” motion. I obliged and slid my tongue into her mouth. Our lips locked as she pulled me in, releasing her grip only to run the tips of her fingers over my dick.
“Still hard,” she observed.
“How could I not?” I responded with a smile.
She let out a little giggle and leaned back in her chair. With one hand still on my dick, she crossed her legs, trapping her other hand between her thighs. She began to rock her hips back and forth, grinding her pussy against her fingers. Her pelvic thrusts got quicker and quicker until she arched her back and opened her mouth to let out a series of sighs, each one slightly louder and longer than the last. I remembered that we were not alone, so I pulled her into myself and covered her lips with mine. She let out a final moan, a deep elongated sound that seemed to reverberate in my head.
I released Judy from my hold and began to kiss her neck and caress her hair. Her breathing normalized, and I could feel little muscle spasms going through her body as her orgasm ebbed off. Her hand let go of my dick and began to return my caresses as she rubbed my back and planted small, wet kisses on my cheek and earlobe.
“Do you think anybody saw us?” she whispered in my ear.
“I don't care. If they did, good for them.”
“Same.” She laughed. “Alright, let me get cleaned off so we can go to bed.”
We untangled ourselves from our embrace and Judy got up to wipe herself off with her towel, which by this point was already covered in spots of oil and vaginal fluids. After we had made sure that the chairs were back in their spots and the towels were stowed away in the laundry basked, we tip-toed back into our room and curled up in bed together. Usually I shift around and readjust myself before I manage to fall asleep. That night my head had barely hit the pillow when the exhaustion from the day's (and night's) activities crept up on me, wrapping me in a warm feeling of contentment. I drifted off into some of the best sleep I have ever had.
