“Come on, Mary, I’m dying to know. How was your ‘Paradise Island’ holiday adventure?”

Wendy was perched on the edge of her seat, eager to hear how the mystery holiday had gone.

“It was amazing, truly amazing. Mike is already talking about booking again. You and Wayne should come too; you would both love it.”

Mary relaxed back into her seat and took a sip of her tea. She smiled at Wendy and knew she was teasing her friend. She rested her head back, closed her eyes and wondered how long Wendy would last before insisting on hearing all about her holiday. The holiday Mike had arranged at the exclusive, pretty much invitation-only, ‘Paradise Island resort’.

“Mary! For fuck’s sake, you had better start telling me everything. You had better have some good photos too. You didn’t post anything while you were away. It looks like you have a great tan, though; is it all over with no white bits?”

Mary laughed and began to tell her best friend Wendy everything.

“When we landed, we were met by two people from the resort. They wore matching outfits: crisp white trousers, white pumps and tropical shirts. But what was most memorable was their appearance. He looked like Jason Momoa but without all the tattoos, and you know how I have the total hots for Aquaman. She looked like a cute version of Mila Kunis; Mike’s eyes were out on stalks from the minute he saw her. His name was Jason, her name was something exotic that I can never remember. I’ll just call her Mila to make it easy.”

“They escorted us to a minibus; we were the only people on board. About 20 minutes later, we arrived at a marina and boarded a small seaplane. They said we were lucky the plane was free. The boat trip takes a couple of hours, usually. There were about a dozen seats and a raised padded area towards the rear along one side. Jason, it is not his real name, but I like to pretend, said the plane also does medivac for the local islands and can carry a stretcher.”

Wendy was fidgeting in her seat as she spoke. “Come on, I don’t need the full itinerary, just the juicy details.”

“Patience, patience, trust me, you will want to hear everything. Once we had taken off, Jason and Mila went to the rear of the plane and changed out of their long white trousers into shorts. The views out of the window were amazing, flying over small tropical islands. Mila pointed out and named some islands and said we would arrive in 40 minutes, ‘unless we would like to stay up a little longer’.”

“Why would you want to stay up in the air?” Wendy asked.

“I asked the same thing, and Jason asked if we had ever joined the mile-high club.”

“Have you and Mike ever done it in a plane?” Wendy was leaning ever closer to her friend as she asked.

“I had tried to get Mike to go back to the loo during the night flight there; I was so horny thinking about the holiday to come. He refused, saying we could get into a lot of trouble, and made a comment that I should save myself. Mike and I were sitting side by side in the front row of seats as I answered Jason and said we had never done that.”

“This is your chance. Do you want to join together, or would you prefer some assistance?” Mila positively purred as she spoke.

“Mike answered before I could even think and said that some assistance would be gratefully received. Jason took control and led me to the rear of the plane and began kissing my neck as he slowly began removing my clothes. I was completely under his spell. He was out of his clothes by the time I was down to my underwear, and the sight of his beautiful cock standing proud convinced me that he could do anything he wanted to. He laid me down on the surprisingly comfortable padded area and continued to kiss me all over as his expert fingers removed my bra and panties.”

“What was Mike doing? Was he watching?” Wendy had moved even closer to Mary as she asked.

“I could see him while Jason was undressing me; Mila was sitting astride him, and it looked like she was naked already. She had a beautiful all-over tan and the firmest tits you ever saw. Mike must have had his trousers down as she was grinding against him and holding his head as she kissed him. By the time I lay down, I didn’t care what Mike was up to. Jason kissed slowly up my legs and had begun to kiss and tease my already soaking pussy. His hands were cupping my tits, with his fingers and thumbs teasing and rolling my hardening nipples.”

Mary paused for a second to drain her tea; she smiled to herself seeing Wendy listening intently, open-mouthed.

“I could hear murmuring and encouraging noises from the front of the plane and assumed Mila was riding Mike by now. Jason moved up close to me, kissed my neck and guided his cock to the entrance to my pussy. I wrapped my legs around him and urged him to fuck me, to fuck me hard and fast. He obliged, pumping his cock into me as deep as he could. We kissed, and he even tasted amazing. I wrapped my arms and legs tightly around him, being thrilled at every movement. His body was a gorgeous mass of rippling muscle, not an ounce of fat or loose skin anywhere. I have no idea how long it took; I think it was very fast, before I could feel the tingles and rising tide of a delicious orgasm building inside me.”

“Jason must have felt it coming as he slowed down and kept me on the edge of it for a while. It was the most intense, tantalising torment, before he slowly built his pace again. I tumbled into a huge orgasm, ripping through me, sweat running, body shaking, while he ploughed faster and faster. I swear I could feel his hot cum jet into me; his cock was pulsing while I was shaking uncontrollably in total bliss. When I opened my eyes, Jason smiled down at me and asked if I had enjoyed it. I could only nod.”

“Does it feel different, you know, in a plane?”

“To be honest, Wendy, I don’t think it does, but it was a thrill all the same. I lay still recovering for a few minutes and watched Jason pull his clothes on, slowly covering his great body and recently drained cock and balls. He was completely hairless, something else I really like. When I sat up, I watched Mila stand up from Mike, and I have to admit she had the perfect figure. She pulled her shorts back on and tied her tropical shirt in a knot under her tits; she had no need for a bra; everything was so perfectly firm.”

“A few minutes later, the plane began to descend, and we watched the resort grow. We landed in the bay close to the beach, and the pilot guided the plane to a small jetty. Two more men, dressed in the same shorts and shirts, met the plane. They were both handsome as fuck. Jason and Mila walked us to reception, signed us in, and checked our holiday preference. Then they walked us to our villa. There seemed to be more staff than guests, all quite different and all very attractive. It felt like we had landed in a cross between Love Island, Baywatch, and Temptation Island; everyone was beautiful.”

“The villa was just like a tropical dream, with high ceilings and white wood, open windows onto a veranda, and surrounded by lush tropical plants. Jason and Mila went on to explain the resort rules; there were some surprises. No nudity or lewd behaviour on the beaches, appropriate dress must be worn in bars and restaurants, and the most important rule, ‘no means no’. They explained that it is everyone’s right to refuse any approach. They explained that our villa is one of six grouped around a shared pavilion. They said that each villa is private and that the pavilion should be thought of as an extension of the villa, but privately shared with those six villas. The villas in the group would all have holidaymakers with a similar interest. If you choose to play or perform in the pavilion, you are showing that you are open to others watching or joining in.”

“There is a naturist area in the cove at the far end of the beach, they said, where nudity is allowed for any guest. There is also a larger pavilion at the other end of the beach. This pavilion is set inside a set of villas used by guests who are exhibitionists, and so they are open to others watching. The villas here are two-storey, with the higher level occupied by guests who enjoy a voyeuristic approach. Feel free to wander around the resort and explore those extra areas. The other pavilions are private to each group of villas, unless you are invited by a guest. There is no Wi-Fi or network coverage here, and a lot of people are uncomfortable seeing mobiles or cameras. Lock them in your safe and relax.”

“At that point, Mila produced some armbands. She placed one white and one blue band on our left wrists as she explained their meaning. The blue band tells everyone that your preference or lifestyle while here is as a hot wife couple. The white band indicates you have recently arrived for your first visit. We would advise keeping it on for a couple of days until you feel comfortable. Other guests will not approach you that much when they see it, to give you a chance to settle in. Mike later explained that he had had to fill out an extensive questionnaire when he booked, which is how they knew what we liked.”

“I’m not sure Wayne would want to give out that sort of information,” Wendy said.

“Mike told me that without a full and honest disclosure, you can’t book. I guess you will have to fill it out quietly on his behalf.”

“I think I would, yes.”

“Great, which means you want to come along with us next time.” Mary beamed at her friend, who looked nervous for a few seconds before nodding in agreement.

“Back to the holiday,” Mary said as she continued. “Jason asked if there was anything we definitely did not want to try. He had a list of ‘activities’ with corresponding colours. He said that anything we did not like, we could wear a coloured band on our right wrist. I said I was open to anything, and Mike nodded. Jason and Mila then reminded us that they are always ready to help with anything that we would like. They emphasised ‘anything’. We hugged, and they wished us a memorable time and left us alone.”

“What did you do? Were there people having sex everywhere? Was it like a swingers free-for-all?” Wendy was becoming quite animated as she asked.

“What do you know about swingers parties?” Mary asked.

Wendy looked sheepish as she replied, “Nothing, I just imagine lots of people looking for sex.”

“We went to the beach and got a couple of cold drinks and wandered around. Later on, the dinner was amazing, with great wine too. We sat at the bar afterwards, and a couple approached us, and we struck up a conversation. They introduced themselves as Sabine and Thomas. They were a little older than us, though Sabine had a great figure. Both looked to be in great shape. They told us they were regular visitors and said it could all be intimidating, pointing at our white wristbands. We noticed they also wore blue wristbands like us. They gave us a lot more detail and also hints and advice about the various areas. They said that the exhibitionist area sounds like a great place, but they had always found it a bit like watching porn with a bad view. They said they generally found the beach to be a friendly place to meet and chat with people with a wide variety of interests. They also told us that later in the evenings, the shared pavilion for our area was always much more fun.”

“We did ask about the staff and how interactive they were and if we should be seeking other guests to enjoy ourselves. They said the staff were there to fulfil any requests, anything, but that guests were free to do what they wanted with each other, too. We shared a drink and followed them to reception, where they asked how many staff would be in the blue pavilion this evening.”

“As it is your first night, would you like to be the guests of honour, or would you prefer to take a back seat?” Sabine asked.

“Mike and I looked at each other. I said I was happy either way; Mike said we might as well jump in and make the most of our time there. Thomas clapped him on the back, and we headed to our villas.

“Let's meet in the pavilion in half an hour,” Sabine said as we parted.

“Mike and I showered, and I tried on about half of my outfits, trying to look sexy and available, but not too obvious.”

“You always look sexy.” Wendy interrupted.

Mary flashed a quizzical look before continuing. “I decided upon a wrap-around skirt and a lacy white blouse. Mike said I should go braless and knickerless, to add a little extra sexiness. I agreed and could feel myself tingling with excitement as we stepped out into the pavilion. Sabine and Thomas were there; he was in shorts and a short-sleeved shirt, and she wore a very short skirt and tight top, with surprisingly conspicuous nipples. Thomas offered us both a glass of fizz, and we clinked glasses.”

“Over the next few minutes, three other couples appeared, and soon we were all holding a glass and chatting. There was a sexual tension to everything, and all the girls were in simple and quite revealing outfits. I could see Mike trying not to stare at Sabine’s nipples or the lovely array of great legs and bodies around us. I heard steps approaching, and a group of male staff walked into the pavilion, all dressed the same. Everyone seemed to know them; I was pleased to see Jason among them.”

“Sabine called and said you wanted to be tonight’s guest of honour,” Jason said as he took my hand and led me to a wide bed, covered in cushions.

“I could feel my pussy suddenly wet with anticipation, realising what was about to happen. Jason did a kind of striptease, very Magic Mike. The other girls clapped and cheered. Jason slowly unbuttoned my blouse and untied my skirt; within seconds, I was naked in front of a group of strangers. Mike was just staring open-mouthed, but when he saw me look, he gave me a thumbs up and smiled broadly.”

“Were you not nervous or shy?” Wendy’s voice had gone very quiet.

“No, it felt like the best kind of dream, the kind where everything works out perfectly for you. Jason began kissing and fondling me all over, just like on the plane earlier. I wanted to just close my eyes and enjoy the thrilling sensations but also wanted to watch everything. I wish that phones were allowed and Mike had filmed what went on; I’d love to watch it again or show it to you. The other five staff guys also stripped and grouped around me on the bed. I have to say I have never seen such a bunch of really fit, toned, athletic bodies or such a mouthwatering selection of cocks.”

“I closed my eyes and concentrated on all the hands and tongues exploring every inch of me, every intimate crease and fold. I felt my hands filled with something warm and hard and began to stroke a pair of beautiful cocks. They were already slippery; when I turned to look, my view was obscured by a long, thick, shiny black cock which nudged forwards. I greedily opened my mouth and began to lick and suck, tasting pre-cum, feeling him bump the back of my throat. I felt my legs being lifted and parted and a tongue or expert fingers flickering around my pussy.”

“I was already coming before I saw Jason pressing his beautiful cock slowly inside. Someone’s fingers were teasing and rolling around my clit while my first orgasm rushed through me. Jason waited until I had stopped shaking before beginning to fuck me like before, with long, hard, fast strokes. The huge cock in my mouth pulled back, and I turned my head to find another smaller cock waiting for me. I swallowed it eagerly. I lost count of the orgasms that evening; I had never enjoyed so many so quickly. Jason slowed and pulled out of me, his place taken by another of the guys, who immediately began fucking even faster. Jason moved up and offered me his cock, still wet with my juices, which I eagerly took into my mouth.”

“Over the next hour the staff guys took turns fucking me while I eagerly sucked and licked their cocks clean. They had all fucked me twice, I think, when the guy with the huge black cock lay down beside me. I knew what he wanted and moved to kneel astride him, sinking down to feel him stretching me again, the most amazing feeling. He was cupping my tits, tweaking my nipples and smiling. I bent down towards him and we kissed passionately; his big hands moved to grip my bum, and I felt him pulling my cheeks apart. Moments later, more hands held me, and then a tongue flickered around my little rosebud.”

 “I hoped someone had some lube or a lot of spit; something cold ran over me, and then fingers slipped in and out. I don’t know who was the first to press his cock inside my ass, but it felt amazing. The two of them moved together, my ass and pussy stretching at the same time; I came very quickly. The guy in my ass was gripping my hips and fucking me really deeply until he stopped and held himself deep inside. I could feel his cock pulsing, and I knew he was coming in my ass, I nearly came again at the thought of it. As soon as he plopped out, someone took his place, smaller than the last but just as nice. As soon as he got into a rhythm, another slimy cock was tapped on my cheek. I opened my mouth and realised this was the cock that had just come inside me; I sucked it clean.”

“All five guys took a turn fucking my ass while the Black guy just kept a steady pace fucking me from below. I could feel his pubic bone grinding against me, and I am still amazed I could take his whole length. Three of the guys had come inside me, and I could feel my ass and pussy were a sopping wet mess of my juices and their cum. The Black guy lifted me and rolled me onto my back and moved to kneel next to me, stroking his cock. Two other cocks appeared, and all three began wanking fast; they did not need or ask me to help them. All three pointed at my face, and I opened my mouth and waited, urging them on. They did not come exactly together, but so close it was impossible to tell, as my face was covered and my mouth half filled.”

“The staff guys stood back, as if to admire their work, to a little ripple of applause. I was looking around at the guests; I could tell Mike had an erection in his shorts; it looked like he was not alone. Sabine said something to Mike; I could not hear, but he told me later. Mike came and asked if I wanted more; I swallowed the mouthfull of cum and said I needed more. Mike announced that if anyone else would like to join me, they would be welcome. Thomas was beside me in seconds, with a surprisingly long cock dangling in front of him. I had time for just a few strokes and a brief suck before he squelched inside my pussy and began to fuck me fast and hard. Before he had finished, all of the guest men present were naked around the bed.”

“I took cocks in hand and sucked briefly, but everyone seemed keen to save themselves for a fuck. Thomas came deeply inside me while yet another orgasmic wave of utter pleasure rushed over me. I had started to tremble almost continually, the slightest touch to my clit sending me over the edge so easily. I licked Thomas’s cock clean while the next guest fucked me; they all took a turnand all came inside my pussy. No one tried to fuck my ass; I would have liked to feel Thomas’s long cock there, but it was just the first day. By the time I had licked all the cocks clean, the staff had left. I realised the only man I had not fucked was Mike. I called him to me, but he said this holiday was all about me.”

“I sat up and could feel cum oozing out of my pussy and ass; I was sitting in quite a messy puddle. Sabine said not to worry; she said staff would clean up later. All the guests thanked me and drifted away to their own villas. I got to my feet and felt so sleepy; cum was running down my legs still. Mike helped me back to our villa, where I slept like a log, almost missing breakfast. We took off the white wristbands before we left the villa. Jason and Mila found us eating and asked how our first evening had been. I was gushing with enthusiasm; I said I could stay forever. Mike said he loved the way everyone had been so attentive to me.”

“Mila said that another couple would be arriving today to move into the sixth villa in our little group. She said they were newbies like us and hoped we would look out for them. We both assured her that we would do our best. We spent some time on the beach with Sabine and Thomas, who introduced us to the other couples whom we had met the night before. We never did get to the naturist bay or up to the exhibitionist and voyeur areas. The beach and bar were the perfect chill-out spot for us. Evenings were all spent in the pavilion, enjoying the other guests. The newbie couple waited a couple of days before she was the guest of honour, and I watched the show with the other ladies.”

“So, when did you say Mike was thinking about booking?” Wendy asked, her voice shaking just a little.

“He would book tomorrow; so would I. Let me give you the details.”

Both women heard the front door open, “I’m home,” Mike called as he walked through to greet them both. “Has Mary been telling you about the holiday?”

“Only the first day so far,” Wendy replied.

“Oh, it got better and better. Let me open a bottle while we tell you more.”