Rum punches, reggae music, beautiful weather, unlimited sexual pleasure at a plush resort — a swinging couple’s perfect vacation.

The sun’s rays skipped over the white sand and bounced off the bright blue water as I gazed out the window of our minivan, which was gliding along the coast road. “Catch-up time,” I whispered to my husband, who also seemed-mesmerized by Jamaica’s brightness. He put his arm around me and pulled me close. Discreetly he pushed my hand toward the bulge in his crotch. “l can hardly wait,” he said softly. The hardness of his cock left no doubt that this was going to be our very best “catch-up” vacation.

Steve and I started using the phrase “catch-up vacation” several years ago. My job as a corporate attorney and my husband’s involvement in his family’s business leave us little leisure time. The “catch-up” vacation began when Steve surprised me with a week at a tennis ranch. We caught up on tennis. Then we caught up on skiing. One year, we bundled up books, drove to the mountains and caught up on reading.

I never anticipated, however, that Steve would plan a week for catching up on group sex. Sex has always been important to us and, no matter how many hours we worked, there was always enough time for making love. We are also sexually adventurous, so when our friends Kathy and Hugh invited us to a swing party, we didn’t hesitate. Soon group sex became a regular part of our life. It was Steve who discovered a travel agency that books trips especially for swingers. When Steve asked Kathy and Hugh if they’d like to join us for a swinging week in Jamaica, our friends responded with a resounding and enthusiastic yes.

The van stopped, the door opened and strains of reggae music floated inside to greet us. I looked back and saw Kathy and Hugh engaged in animated conversation with an athletic-looking couple.

Steve whispered in my ear, “Wonder if they’re with our group.” We didn’t have to wait long for an answer. Kathy and Hugh were soon introducing us to Marilyn and Elliot.

An attractive black woman dressed in a bright-colored dress handed us rum punch as we entered the resort hotel. Elliot stood beside me. I inhaled the masculine scent of his cologne and admired his strong weight lifter’s body. The warm rum punch mingled in my own with the glow of ripening lust. From the way Marilyn’s eyes smoldered as she talked with Steve, I knew she was equally impressed with my husband’s lanky physique. I was sure the attraction was mutual, for Steve has a fondness for perky brunettes.

The group was in a joking mood.

“Think we need a bellman?” I asked, holding up a small satchel that contained the recommended wardrobe for the entire week: two string bikinis and a cover-up.

Elliot’s hand reached up and touched my cheek. “Can you go on the nude beach with your porcelain-like skin?”

“Of course,” I replied with a toss of my shoulder-length red hair. “I brought number 24 sunscreen. But I’ll need some help making sure I’m completely covered.”

“I’ll volunteer,” said Hugh and placed his arm around my waist.

“Me, too,” said Elliot and joined Hugh, so that I was sandwiched between two very attractive men: Elliot, with his dark good looks and Hugh, with his rugged Norwegian blondness.

My body responded to their touch. The anticipation of Elliot’s sexuality and memories of Hugh’s hard, fast fucking started my juices flowing like a raging river.

Though we’d just met, I knew we’d soon be in bed with Elliot and Marilyn. Sometimes when Steve and I attend swing parties, it takes an hour or two before everyone is comfortable enough to start the action. The friendly, sensual atmosphere of this resort made everyone instantly comfortable with the idea of swinging.

In fact, we didn’t even make it to the nude beach before the partying started. Kathy suggested we meet in their room to decide on the rest of the day’s activities. Once in their room, Hugh mentioned that it would take a while to “coat” me with sunscreen, and why didn’t we start while we discussed the agenda? Steve heartily agreed and lifted my loose-fitting shift over my head. My only underclothes were damp lace panties that he quickly pushed down, exposing my glistening red bush. His face belied his excitement.

Elliot pulled at the drawstring of Marilyn’s dress as she unbuckled his belt and pushed down his white cotton pants. His erect cock burst out of its confinement, and she dropped to her knees and took the long rod in her mouth. Her large breasts swayed with the rhythm of her strokes.

Hugh, his blond chest hairs golden in the ray of sunshine that filtered through the window curtains, knelt beside Marilyn and ran his hand gently over her firm buttocks. Then, while Marilyn continued to devour Elliot’s cock, Hugh positioned himself between her legs. Eagerly he lapped the nectar leaking from beneath her thick black bush.

Watching Marilyn’s body tremble as Hugh continued to lick her clit drove me wild. I could not resist Hugh’s cock, which stood rigidly at attention. I knelt beside him and licked his hardness. Then I slowly lowered my hungry cunt onto his hard tool.

Kathy, her waist-length, ash-colored hair covering one petite breast, walked into Steve’s arms. Within seconds she was on the bed, straddling my husband’s hard cock and rocking back and forth. She began to utter the soft, sensual moans I had heard so often at other parties. This is my favorite type of swinging: everyone together in one room, watching and hearing each other. It’s so wild!

Frantically I rode up and down on Hugh’s cock, my clit hitting hard against his pelvic bone. My juices flowed onto his blond pubic hair. My cunt became slippery. Kathy’s orgasmic moan, coupled with Steve’s deep sigh of pleasure, triggered my own climax. I reared back, causing Hugh’s cock to press against the sensitive spot just inside my cunt. My body shook from the intensity of my orgasm. My breathing remained rapid and shallow even as I lifted myself off Hugh’s still-hard cock.

I glanced up just as Elliot whispered, “Now, baby!” and watched droplets of come dribble from the comers of Marilyn’s sensual mouth. Hugh gripped Marilyn’s tight ass while his tongue continued to lick her dark-haired cunt. Gently he nudged her to get her to roll over, then mounted her and began the fierce, deep thrusts I’ve enjoyed so many times myself. Marilyn cried out in pleasure, a sharp, animal-like sound. Hugh continued to pound his body hard against her. Perspiration flowed from his pores and dripped onto her rigid dark nipples. Marilyn began to whimper.

Hugh had held his own pleasure back so that I, and now Marilyn, could enjoy his wonderful hardness. Now he seemed unable to release his pent-up come. I knew what to do. I knelt between his and Marilyn’s legs and ran one hand over his hairy blond ass while, with the other, I massaged his damp balls. My tongue zigzagged down his crack until it reached his tight scrotum. One lick of those fantastically large balls was all it took to push Hugh over the edge. He moaned loudly, his body trembled, and I knew Marilyn was filled with hot, sticky come. Only then did I look up and see Kathy, Steve and Elliot sitting on the edge of the bed, with Kathy wedged between the two men, avidly watching us.

“Quite a show,” Elliot teased while Kathy went to get a towel for Marilyn. Kathy and I were used lo Hugh’s unusually large loads of come; so Kathy anticipated Marilyn’s surprise when she got up.

Since we were already nude, it seemed logical to immediately explore the nude beach, which was right outside our bedroom. The resort boasted two lovely beaches: the prude beach (which required clothing) and our preference, the nude (clothing-optional) beach. Our travel agent had booked all the rooms for our group in the part of the resort nearest the nude beach. We discussed the fact that there would be an orientation cocktail party in a few hours but agreed that if Elliot and Marilyn were typical of our tour group, we could easily make our own introductions.

The nude beach had a bar and snacks available, and at the far end was a large spa. Walking on the wann sand, our group began to drift about. Marilyn and Elliot waved and then joined a couple silting at the bar. Kathy and Hugh, who are real water buffs, talked to one of the hotel employees about snorkeling.

Though everyone was nude. no one seemed the least bit self-conscious. There were all types of bodies, from extraordinarily good-looking to a bit overweight. However, everyone looked healthy and confident. Steve and I chatted with couples lying on beach towels in the sand as we made our way toward the expansive health club area.

We lingered for a moment at the edge of the hot tubs, which contained about six couples. Two couples who were together looked up, waved and said, “Come on in.”

We were delighted to meet Jack and Sharon from Florida and Marina and Wayne from California. We were equally delighted to discover that they had made their reservations through our travel agency. Luck seemed to be with us.

Jack commented on his attraction to red-haired women. Sharon, his statuesque blonde wife, had intense violet eyes. She stared at me and echoed Jack’s remarks. She, too, was attracted to redheads. I could not seem to find the words to express my own thoughts about her. The sight of her ripe. large breasts had instantly started me thinking about how long it had been since I’d had sex with a woman. Marina and Wayne suggested we go with them to the orientation party. There were about fifty couples at the cocktail party. Everyone was open and friendly and appeared to be extremely sensual. Conversations were frank, and couples were enthusiastically making “dates” for later. Emphasizing that we’d “take a rain check,” we declined several invitations to join other couples for dinner afterward. Dinner could wait. Marina and Wayne had invited us to join them and Jack and Sharon back at their room after cocktails.

Before their invitation, Steve had mentioned how much he wanted to see Sharon and me together. Plus, Marina’s petite and fragile beauty had caused Steve’s cock to get semierect even in the hot water of the spa. I had felt instant lust not only for Sharon but also for Jack. whose stocky build was the opposite of what I usually prefer in a man. And how could I not notice Wayne’s big cock? Though his wonderful instrument was flaccid in the spa, I couldn’t miss its thick, firm outline when he later put on his bathing suit and stood close to me at the cocktail party. I was ablaze with lust.

By the time we reached Marina and Wayne’s room, the action had started, and bathing suits and cover-ups were scattered everywhere. Marina and Jack were already on the bed, entwined in a daisy chain with a darkly tanned couple.

Sharon emerged from the bathroom, her golden hair wet from the shower. She walked up to me and kissed me gently on the mouth. I returned her kiss passionately, my tongue searching every crevice of her mouth, my hands caressing her gorgeous breasts. Deftly she loosened the string around my neck. and the Lop of my bikini fell to the floor. She aggressively pushed down the bottoms of my bathing suit. Then she kissed me again while her hand explored the wet folds between my legs.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Steve join the daisy chain. He buried his face in Marina’s wispy bush. Marina whimpered and continued to suck the cock of the tanned man. His lovely bronze partner, who was straddling her mace’s face, continued to devour Jack’s long. hard rod.

Two of Sharon’s fingers roughly entered my throbbing cunt. She pressed her hand hard against my clit while she thrust her fingers in and out of my soaking pussy. Then her mouth slid from mine and she hungrily kissed my heaving breasts.

Wayne walked up behind me and embraced me tenderly while Sharon sucked on my breast. His large cock pressed against the cheeks of my ass. My body became weak with passion. My breathing again became shallow and rapid.

Slowly, together, our arms around each other and Sharon’s fingers pushing deep inside me, we lowered ourselves onto the carpeted floor. Beginning with my breast. Sharon placed warn1. wet kisses on every inch of my body down to my light red bush. Now Wayne’s mouth replaced Sharon’s on my breast. 1 closed my eyes, wanting to concentrate fully on the different sensations of Wayne’s and Sharon’s tongues on my body. Never had I been so sexually greedy. Like a glutton. I wanted only to receive more and more pleasure.

Sharon’s tongue discovered my hard. recessed clit. She sucked my small nub of pleasure while her fingers plunged in and out of my pussy. My muscles tensed; every fiber of my body became taut as wires.

A familiar mouth kissed my other breast and licked the rigid nipple. I opened my eyes. Steve was next to me. Sharon held my thighs lightly, her tongue flicking my clit like a flame. I cried out as my orgasm began. Ripples of ecstasy core through me, and Sharon released her hold, pulling away from my steaming cunt. Now Wayne mounted me. Drawing my legs up around his waist, he slowly penetrated me with his extraordinarily long cock. Steve’s kisses on my breast became harder and more passionate. Sharon moved up and kissed me on the mouth, deeply. Her kiss tasted of my own musky sex.

Wayne increased his thrusts. Faster and faster he fucked me. Then, in one final thrust, he came. My entire being seemed to explode. I thought my orgasm would never end. Steve cradled me in his wonderful arms as I continued to tremble for what seemed like an eternity. When I regained my composure, the room was empty. Our party group had moved on down the hall to join some other fun couples.

Now it was Steve’s turn. He lifted me from the floor and carried me the brief distance to the bed. Gently and leisurely, he made love to me. Though I thought it impossible, another orgasm began. This time a slow, focused climax left me with a warm afterglow of love. Though tempted to doze off, Steve and I decided to wander down the hall to our own room and bed.

We were surprised to find a note under our door. “We’re going bicycling in the morning. Won’t you join us for a wonderful time? Love, Hugh and Kathy, Marilyn and Elliot.”

“What do you think about bicycling?” Steve asked as I snuggled under the covers and into his arms.

“I think we can catch up on bicycling another time.”

“My thoughts exactly.”

And we went to sleep in each other’s arms eager to awake and continue our “catch up on swinging” vacation in Jamaica. Our lives are so exciting.