The New Yorker saw his wife looking at the guide and leaned over and whispered in her ear. She smiled in response and nodded to him. “Go on, then, baby.” He said. His wife climbed over him, kissing him on the mouth, then headed up the aisle. “She wants to start early.” He said to us. “By the way, I am Johnny.” He reached over and offered his hand. We each shook it and introduced ourselves. “My wife is Mel, short for Melrose.”
I looked to the front and saw that Mel was now speaking with the guide at the first row of the bus. “What do you mean by ‘start early’?” I asked.
“We come to Jamaica for a particular kind of guy. My wife gets off fucking black guys outside of our marriage, pretty much exclusively. We use the whole interracial cuckolding thing in our fantasies a lot. So, when we are here, it is like a sexual smorgasbord for her. I basically let her run free.” He gestured to the front of the bus and I looked again. Now Mel and the guide were making out hot and heavy. Soon she moved to straddle him and the bus erupted in cheers all around us. Mel lifted her fist to the sky and the crowd got louder.
“Is she fucking him?” My wife asked Johnny as Mel began to lift herself up and down in her straddling position. We could only really see her bouncing, as the rest was covered by the usual bench seating on a bus.
“Of course.” He replied. “What else do you expect a dirty slut like her to do when she sees a beautiful man like that?”
“I don’t know.” Mandy replied. I looked over and saw that she was clearly enjoying what she was seeing as well.
“You let her just fuck the staff like that?” I asked Johnny.
“I let her fuck whoever she wants, Brucy.” He replied. I didn’t like that nickname, and I had heard it many times before. He could see my eyes narrow in response, but he continued smiling his privileged smile. “If I didn’t she would do it anyways, so I might as well enjoy it.”
At that moment, the bus entered a stretch of road that was quite beautiful, so Mandy and I were busy looking at the scenery for the next five minutes, though we both did make several glances over to the spectacle at the front of the bus. Mel seemed to be enjoying herself and was riding the guide like her life depended on it.
Eventually, the road re-entered a more densely forested area and we turned our attention back to Mel, who was riding her guide hard and fast until he grabbed her tight and pulled her down on him and we heard a guttural moan coming from the front. The other people on the bus once again cheered as Mel and the guide kissed passionately. Then Mel got off the guide, readjusted herself, top to bottom, and headed back to her seat.
Mel was all smiles as she approached the three of us. “Hey, hubby.” She said to Johnny. “Hey, wifey.” He replied. She kissed her husband on the lips and then scooted across him into her seat by the window.
I could overhear their conversation from my seat in the aisle. “How was he?” John asked his wife.
“He has a lot to learn, but he has the equipment to join the ranks of the real men.” She replied.
“Did you save some for me?”
“Of course I did. Almost all of it. We will have to get to our room quickly when we arrive.” I had no idea what half of their conversation meant, so I ignored it at the time. I would later reflect upon those words and how much foreboding I should have felt from them.
Mandy and I didn’t speak with Johnny and Mel again until the bus arrived at the resort, a half hour later. Then it was just cordial farewells and “hope to see you later.”
So it was that we ended up at our Jamiacan resort in the early afternoon standing in line at the check-in counter. Looking around, there were quite a lot of attractive people walking around the resort. The check-in area looked out over one of the pools and there were a number of young, good looking people on the deck and in the pools. Most were white people, with a few other ethnicities mixed in.
We finally were at the front of the line and a beautiful young East Asian woman waved us over to the counter. She was wearing what appeared to be the standard uniform for a number of the staff members, a black suit jacket over a white tube top with a short black skirt underneath and ropey sandals with exposed feet. Mandy and I walked over. “Hello and welcome to paradise,” she said without a trace of accent and a large smile. She had a nametag that read ‘Cindy’. “Can I get your names?”
We gave the receptionist our names and she plugged them into the computer. “Ah, here we are. Two weeks. And first timers?” She asked with her eyebrows raised toward us.
“Yes, that’s right.” I said.
“But experienced swingers, yes?” She asked.
“No, this is our first time trying it.” My wife replied.
Cindy looked at us with her raised eyebrows for a few more seconds. “Well, I guess if you are going to do it, you might as well jump right in. I see that we received your bloodwork two days ago, so you are clear to go condom-free for the duration. All of our staff and visitors are regularly tested, so please do not worry about infections. In the ten years I have worked here, we have never had an issue.”
She continued typing on the computer for a few more minutes and then handed us wristbands. “These are your wristbands. They are keyed to your rooms, so they will let you in and out, just tap it on the door. The button on the side there lets you give access to other wristbands, just tap it and then tap the wristband against the one that you want to give access to and they will be able to enter your room. Do the same thing once more and you will deny that person access. You can also hold it for 10 seconds and it will reset all access except your own. I see that you have purchased a suite with two bedrooms this weekend? Planning on having fun?” She said, smiling at me and winking at Mandy.
“Hoping.” My wife replied. I smiled at her and Cindy.
“Good. Well, as it is your first night here, selection will occur at the main pool at 8:00pm, just after dinner.” Cindy said.
“Selection?” We asked, simultaneously.
“Yes, all visitors are provided with one of our local… staff members who will keep you company and take care of your needs. Bruce, are you bisexual?”
“Sorry?” I asked, spluttering.
“Do you enjoy the company of men as well as women?” She asked again, more pointedly.
“Ummm… no?” I replied, confused by the question. I hadn’t really thought about the prospect of men having sex with other men at the resort.
“You seem uncertain. I will put down a maybe for now. If anyone asks you to do something you do not want to do, you can always refuse. We treat consent and issues of sexual assault very seriously here.” Cindy continued tapping on the keyboard. She eventually asked us for our payment information and we provided it. “As you know, everything is included here, but there are a few places where you can get additional expenses. They will always be clearly marked or you will be notified in advance. If you take issue with any of the services that you pay for, let us know. Tipping is totally banned here, and all of our staff are more than happy to assist with anything you need, free of charge.”