“Yeah, girl, you see the more people drink and the later it gets, the more their inhibitions are down. What side are you and your husband staying on?”
“What do you mean what side?”
“The nude, prude, or optional side.”
Champagne laughed. “You mean to tell me that’s how they separate the people?”
“Yes, that way no one is insulted or offended, and they don’t have to take part in something they don’t feel comfortable with.”
Before she could go on, Zyair and Joe appeared with platters of the spiciest aromatic foods.
Champagne could feel her mouth watering. “Where’s our driver?” she asked, looking around.
Zyair nodded in the direction the driver was in. “Out back smoking weed with the owner.”
“I don’t know if I feel comfortable riding on these dangerous roads with someone that’s getting high.”
“They do this every day here,” Joe informed her. “Don’t worry about it. It’s a part of their lifestyle, their culture. To them marijuana is a cigarette.”
Zyair sat across from Champagne. “Joe was telling me to be aware of the people who try to befriend us in Hedonism.”
Champagne addressed Joe and wondered if it’s him and his wife they should be aware of. “Really? Why?”
“Well, first of all, you two are a very attractive couple, and that’s make you swinger material.”
“Swinger material?” There was no way in hell Champagne would be swinging with or from anything other than her man’s dick.
“A lot of that goes down here. As a matter-of-fact, that’s why a lot of people vacation here, to do things they normally wouldn’t do.”
“So what you’re saying is people just approach you and be like, ‘Let’s fuck?’” Zyair asked.
“What they normally do is send the woman over. She’ll try to befriend Champagne and maybe invite you out to dinner and for drinks.”
Cassandra picked up from there. “Then she’ll ask you if you want to dance, and that’s when she’ll make her move and try to test the waters, see how close she can get to you, feel you up. She’ll say suggestive things, and the next thing you know, everybody is doing the wild thing.”
Zyair was liking what he was hearing. Just the thought of another woman feeling Champagne up and she letting it happen was getting his dick hard. But her being with another man was a definite no-no. He wasn’t trying to hear that.
“Oh, hell no!” Champagne declared, “I’m not with any of that.”
Cassandra laughed. “Never say never, girl.”
Just from her saying that, Champagne and Zyair knew they were with “the freakism.”
Back in the van, after eating and having a couple of drinks, everyone fell asleep but not before Zyair whispered in Champagne’s ear, “I can’t wait to make love to you on the beach.”
As they got closer to the resort, everyone took notice of the tight security at the gated resort. It was like being in a different world. One second they were in the ghetto, the next, in paradise.
They climbed out of the van, and someone came to grab their bags.
Champagne and Cassandra hugged, and Zyair and Joe shook hands.
“We’ll see you around,” Joe said as he and Cassandra walked away. “Maybe we can hook up later for drinks or something.”
“That’ll be cool,” Zyair replied. There was no doubt about it. They were going to be on the nude side.
Zyair and Champagne found out they were on the optional side. As they were led to their rooms, many of the workers greeted them, telling them, “Enjoy your stay.”
“Wow! Everyone is so nice and courteous here,” Champagne commented.
“They have to be, if they expect everyone to be ass out.”
Together they laughed and entered the room. “There’s no TV.” Zyair walked over to pull back the curtains and was caught off guard when he saw a dick swinging left and right and breasts bouncing. “Oh, shit!” he yelled out.
Champagne walked over to see what caused the alarm.
“You think we can do it?” Zyair asked.
“After a whole bottle of something.”
Together they stood and continued looking out the window for a full five minutes.
“You tired?” Zyair asked.
“I’m too excited to be tired. Let’s take a quick shower and walk around, see what this place has to offer.”
They found out that it had a lot to offer; and it only took the first night. They met up with Joe and Cassandra, who were sitting with a group of people at the bar, where the women were topless and the men had towels around their waist.
Zyair and Champagne felt a little uneasy but got over it after a few drinks. Champagne wore booty shorts and a skimpy top, something she would never wear out in the open in the States, and Zyair wore swimming trunks. There was no way he was showing his shit.
Everyone was a little tipsy, and someone suggested they go over to the Jacuzzi. Champagne looked over at Zyair, who was drinking more than usual.
“I’m with it, if you are,” he said.
So over to the Jacuzzi they went. There was nakedness everywhere. Zyair looked at Champagne to see if she was uncomfortable. He whispered, “It’s up to you.”
“I don’t know.” Champagne wasn’t sure how she felt about Zyair being around all these naked women and wondered if Zyair was comparing dick sizes.
“Aw, come on, don’t be scared,” someone yelled out. “It’s nothing. No one even cares. Look around you.”
They did, and no one did care. People were just walking about, drinking, playing volleyball, all naked, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“You know what? Fuck it. We’re in another part of the world, we don’t know anyone here, so why not?” Led by the liquor, Champagne slipped out of her shorts.
Zyair noticed she didn’t have any panties on.
She then took her top off and climbed into the Jacuzzi.
Everyone started clapping.
A surprised Zyair followed her lead. While in the Jacuzzi, Zyair tried to take in the sights without making it too obvious.
Champagne caught on and told him, “It’s okay. You can look.”
The couple right next to them started kissing. There was nothing wrong with it. It just caught them off guard, but it became something when the woman straddled the man and rode him right in front of everyone.
Feeling more than a slight uneasiness, neither Zyair nor Champagne knew how to react. Do they watch? Do they turn away? Do they say something? They decided to do what everyone was doing—Ignore it, and act nonchalant, laid back, and indifferent, as if it didn’t matter one way or the other.
They continued to drink and chat with a couple across from them. That didn’t last too much longer because, right in the middle of their discussion, the man sat up on the edge of the Jacuzzi and his mate started sucking his dick.
Unable to control himself, Zyair told Champagne, “I’m ready to go to our room.”
She couldn’t agree more. Standing up and feeling overexposed once again, this time nipple protruding and sexual energy racing through her body, she started to climb over the edge.
Zyair pulled her down. “I need a few seconds.”
She took that to mean, his dick is hard and he doesn’t want everyone to see.
After a brief moment, they climbed out of the Jacuzzi and somehow made it to their room without attacking one another.
They never made it to the bed, though, because when they stepped through the door, Champagne told Zyair, “Fuck me.” She’d been wanting to tell him that as soon as she saw that lady straddle her man.
Champagne let out a low and deep moan. She was close to an orgasm, a sensation she’d been wanting. Zyair didn’t know that she had already began playing with her pussy under the pressure of the water, so when he said he was ready to go, she was with it.
Taking his hand and leading him over to the dresser closest to the door, she leaned over, and
took her fingers and spread her pussy wide open from behind.
Savoring the moment, Zyair stood with a gleam in his eyes. Loving her aggressiveness, he stepped closer, grabbed her ass cheeks, and entered her with force.
“Shit!” Champagne cried out. She wasn’t expecting that. She thought he would try to tease her, but she enjoyed this just the same.
Slowly leaving the walls of her wetness, he pulled back and entered her with force again. “Ummmm . . . I like that.”
He knew she would, but then he decided to take it down a notch and slide in and out a little at a time, driving her crazy.
“Didn’t I tell you to fuck me?” She wanted it fast and furious. “Come on, Zyair, do it like you mean it.”
Zyair gave her just what she wanted. A hard, intense fuck. He grabbed onto her waist and pulled her hips toward him, forcing himself deeper and deeper inside her with each thrust.
Either it was Champagne’s imagination, or his dick was thicker, longer, and stronger. Her moans were growing louder and louder.
Zyair was covered in sweat, some of it dripping off his body. Normally this would have irritated the hell out of her, but not today.
“I want to cum with you inside me,” she told him.
He knew she would start playing with her clitoris, and it would be a matter of minutes before she exploded.
* * *
Later that night after showering, they went out one last time for drinks and a burger at the midnight grill. They came back to their room and lay in bed discussing all they’d seen so far.
Champagne wondered if this experience would change them as individuals, if it would change their relationship and their sex life would become more exciting and fulfilling as a result.
Not getting that deep with it, Zyair was wondering how he could get Champagne to make love to a woman while they were there. He wanted to bring it up but was apprehensive about how she would react.
Then, suddenly unable to help himself, he blurted out, “Have you ever thought about sleeping with another woman?”
“What?”
“Have you ever thought about—”
“I heard you.”
After a couple seconds of silence, Zyair said, “Well?”
“I’m thinking.”
“Either you have, or you haven’t.”
It wasn’t that simple because in all actuality it really wasn’t something she’d given any thought to, aside from her experimenting when she was younger, and that was her secret.
“No, not really.”
Disappointed, yet intrigued, he said, “Why not?”
“I don’t know. I’m not against it or anything. It’s just never been something I was interested in.”
“Would you try it?”
Zyair tried to appear blasé with his questioning but Champagne knew better.
“Why are you asking? Do you want me to? Do you want to have a threesome or something? Is that what this is about? You want to fuck someone else?”
“No, no, I don’t want anyone but you, but a brother ain’t gonna lie, I’d like to see you with another woman.”
Champagne looked over at him. “How long have you been thinking about this?”
“Since we’ve been together.”
“Why bring this up now?”
“Because of where we’re at. Because the opportunity may arise. Because we don’t know a soul here.” Champagne grew quiet. She was actually considering his words but fear kept her from voicing it. What came out instead was, “If I agreed to something like that, which I probably wouldn’t, who would we get? I can’t just be with anyone and I’m not trying to lick any girl’s pussy. Plus, I don’t even know what kind of woman I would be interested in. Then what if you’re attracted to her? What if she wants to have sex with you? I wouldn’t be able to handle that. And what if I get turned out.”
“What do you mean, what if you get turned out?”
“You know, we both saw Trois.”
“That’s a movie.”
“Nah, that shit happens in real life.”
“It wouldn’t happen to us.” Zyair was secure in his spot, at least to the point where he didn’t believe a woman could take his away.
Champagne looked at him and quoted Cassandra, “Never say never.”
Chapter Eight
“Man Size Love” Klymaxx
Champagne and Zyair were having the time of their lives. Even when surrounded by others they still enjoyed the comfort of one another. So far the Hedonism experience had been euphoric. It was like one big party, all day and night. They ran across a few other Black couples, although not too many. They were definitely outnumbered by White people.
But here it didn’t make much of a difference, because when naked and all walls are down, people tended not to see color.
Their final night came around leaving them feeling gloomy and sulky. They didn’t want to leave, but knew they had to. Having been gone for a week, they needed to get home and handle business.
Out for their last drink and far past tipsy, Zyair asked, “Can you believe this is our last night here?”
“I know. I am not looking forward to going home.” Champagne had a lot on her plate. She had to find office space, hire an assistant, and get settled with clients. Shaking the thoughts out of her head, she said to Zyair, “Let’s do something different and daring.”
His ears perked up. “What?”
“Let’s make love outside.”
“For real?”
“Yeah.”
He didn’t need to be convinced. He stood up. “When? Now?”
Champagne stood up and laughed. “No, not now. Let’s go dancing first.”
As they left the area, they passed a table of women. One of them eyed Champagne down. Zyair had noticed her watching them the whole time they were there. He wanted to bring it to Champagne’s attention but decided not to push the issue.
That night while they were on the dance floor, Champagne was pressing her ass up against Zyair when a few things happened all at once. She turned around to kiss him and suddenly felt hands on her hips and breast, pressing up against her back. Startled, she turned around to find an attractive woman dancing a hair’s breadth away from her. She was so close, you could feel her body heat.
“I hope you don’t mind,” the woman said in a slightly husky voice, her lips full and seductive.
Champagne didn’t know how to react, and there was an uneasiness in the pit of her stomach.
The woman placed her hands on Champagne’s hips. “It’s just a dance.”
Tipsy and knowing that Zyair was getting turned on convinced Champagne to throw all caution to the wind. “I don’t mind,” she said.
The whole time Zyair had been holding his breath. This was the girl from the bar. The one that had been watching them. She was sexy as hell. It was obvious she was mixed with something other than Black. Her skin was bronze, and she had short, straight hair that was cut close. And though small-busted, she had the biggest nipples he’d ever seen. You could see right through her blouse.
While he was checking her out, Champagne was surprising herself, doing the same thing. She felt the girl’s hands wandering from her waist up to her breasts. Champagne turned around to read Zyair, looked in his eyes to see if he was experiencing the same sensual emotions she was.
He noticed a little fear and leaned forward to kiss her. “Relax,” he whispered in her ear. “You’re just dancing. Think of it as foreplay.”
She had to admit, she was turned on and her pussy was becoming lubricated. Champagne found herself sandwiched between them. She could feel the girl grinding on her ass. Looking around to see if anyone was paying them any attention, she wasn’t surprised to find that no one was. This was something that happened a lot on this little island.
Closing her eyes and getting lost in the music, Champagne, Zyair, and the mysterious woman must have danced together for over a half an hour. Champagne was so turned on that her pussy hurt. It was throbbing uncont
rollably.
“I’m ready to go,” she told Zyair. Facing the woman, she told her, “Thanks.”
The woman grabbed her hands and told her, “Anytime,” and kissed her on the lips sensually.
It was a closed-mouth kiss, but the sensation it caused was on a whole other level. Champagne then took Zyair’s hands and led him to their room in silence, where she retrieved a blanket.
Zyair was afraid to say a word, not wanting to break Champagne’s spell. He could feel the sexual energy radiating off her body and knew tonight’s lovemaking would be intense. Not just because of the dance but it was their last night in Jamaica.
They returned to the beach fully clothed and spread the blanket out. Zyair sat down first, and Champagne sat on his lap, straddling him.
“I love you, you know that, don’t you?” Champagne kissed him on the lips.
“I love you too.” Zyair grabbed her hips and pressed her into him.
“That was interesting on the dance floor,” Champagne said as she ran her hands down Zyair’s rippled back.
“Yes, it was. It was sexy. I was ready to take you on the dance floor.”
Champagne pressed up against his hardness and smiled. “Yes, I could tell.”
Zyair pushed her hips up and pulled up her dress.
He linked his fingers underneath her panties. “Let’s take these off.”
Champagne stood up and let him pull them down.
As she stood close to his face, he took in her scent. Placing his face on her pussy, he pushed her legs open and placed his finger inside her, moving it in a circular motion.
She pressed into his hand. “That feels good.”
Zyair removed his finger from inside Champagne. Then he stood up and pulled the dress over Champagne’s head. While doing so, he licked her stomach and moved up to her breast. He unsnapped the bra and bit down gently on her nipples.
Once her dress was off, he unzipped his shorts and revealed that he wasn’t wearing any underwear. Then he took his shirt off.
Champagne reached out and massaged his dick, which was standing at attention. She got on her knees and started licking the head of his penis, covering the whole length of it with her mouth, running her tongue around it in circular motions.
He loved when she did that. He placed his hands on the back of her head and started moving in her mouth, and Champagne was taking it all in, trying not to let an inch of it out of her mouth. He knew she was trying to make him cum, but he wasn’t ready for that yet. He pulled away.
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