Dionysian Cove

by Priapus

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Mult, Consensual, BiSexual, Heterosexual, Slut Wife, Wife Watching, FemaleDom, Swinging, Group Sex, Interracial, White Couple, Black Male, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Double Penetration, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: A waitress gets a "special tip" from a regular customer about a great couples' retreat. She and her husband find that the resort has a unique approach to customer service.

Chrissy was working the late shift tending bar. One of her customers, a quiet, attractive middle aged man had eaten dinner at the bar an hour before.

Since he finished he had been quietly observing. Saturday nights were busy, boisterous and more than a little bawdy. This man stood out because of his serene, refined air.

He called her over to settle his tab. He placed the two crisp $50s on the bar to cover the $40 tab, and said, "No change." She looked up at him with a broad smile, and he placed his hand on top of hers before she could collect the substantial tip. "Wait," he said softly, leaning toward her.

"Oh, great," she thought to herself ... Either he rethought his overpayment, or he was hitting on her, or, worse yet, he was expecting a 'favor' in exchange for the overpayment. She leaned toward him, still smiling, but it was less genuine now.

He lifted his hand, letting her collect the cash, and spoke quietly so that only she could hear above the noise of the bar. "Do you and your husband enjoy 'getaway' vacations together every now and again?"

Crap ... worse than being hit on, it was a sales pitch. "Sure."

"I represent a resort in Jamaica. A new all-inclusive, very private, very exclusive, for adventurous couples only. I'd like to invite you to be our guests for a free week, all expenses paid. Airfare, child care, everything."

"What do we need to do? Spend half the weekend at a miserable sales meeting? Because we aren't buying."

"No pressure. We just want your candid feedback about your experiences. If you permit us to use your comments or pictures in our marketing, you can choose be compensated either in cash or in future travel." He pushed a folder toward her. "Think about it."

As he left she checked the folder. There were airline tickets, room reservations, all flexible, and all already printed in Chris and Kerry's names. The resort was called "Dionysian Cove."

Three weeks later, the couple was in a getting out of a Humvee limo at the ornate front entry to the resort. There had been a free bar in the limo, so they had both had a couple of shots of Tequila to get the vacation underway.

As soon as the door of the limo was opened, Chris was struck by a notable difference between this resort and other all-inclusive Caribbean destinations that she had visited: all the bellmen were dressed like Spartan warriors from the movie '300': flowing red capes, leather sandals, leather armor kilts, bare chests. As far as she could tell, they were all gorgeous and strongly built.

She was so distracted by the beefy men hefting her heavy suitcases onto a cart for transport to her room that she almost didn't notice the beautiful brunette in the very short, semi-sheer toga and high-laced sandals offering to guide the couple to their suite. She really liked this place, and they hadn't even unpacked.

"Hi, I'm Jillian," the brunette said, brightly. "I'll be happy to show you to your room."

The room was beautiful, bright and airy. High ceilings, pale bamboo wood floors, warm colors and d├ęcor reminiscent of an ancient Roman villa. Sliding glass doors lined three sides of the room. On side faced a small manicured garden area and a pathway leading into the tropical forest.

The "center" of the room opened toward the cove, where about twenty yards of lawn was all that separated the couple from the sparkling Caribbean beach. The side opposite the jungle faced the pool area, with a large ornate pool, and a swim up bar. Theirs was the first suite in the chain of guest rooms arcing around the pool and beach area.

The style of the outdoor amenities suggested Roman ruins. Except for a few staff members, there didn't seem to be anyone else at the resort.

"What's up, are we the only guests here?"

"Oh, no ma'am. It's just that you're here a little ahead of the rest, since we sent the limo for you and got you on a special flight. The resort will be nearly full by dinnertime."

Jillian pointed out the standard features of the room. Chris noticed Kerry studying Jillian as they went from room to room. She jabbed him with her elbow and he gave her a sly guilty grin.

The bellmen finished stowing the luggage as the three toured the suite. Before they left to return to their posts, the two young men stood before Christine and bent down on one knee, with their heads bowed. One of them said, in a serious, dutiful tone "It was our pleasure to serve you. Simply call if you have any other wishes we may fulfill."

Chris giggled, reaching for her purse. Jillian stopped her. "This is all inclusive, remember? And you are a special guest." The two men left without any acknowledgement toward Kerry.

The hostess led the couple to the closet. The shower, the large marble hot tub, the dressing areas and sinks, and the large, oversize bed were all organized in an open plan. The walk-in clothes closet and the toilet area, which also included a bidet, were the only two places that were not completely visible everywhere inside the suite.

Chris noticed that there didn't appear to be drapes or blinds, either, so the whole suite was open to view by anyone at the pool, beach or garden as well. The thought of stripping down, taking a shower and then simply walking around on naked display gave her a little tingle between her legs.

Jillian pointed out two racks of clothing on hangars in the closet. On one side were a variety of togas like the one that the hostess was wearing, but more ornately decorated with gold braids and fancy trim. "These are for you, ma'am." She pointed to the other hangars which included nothing more concealing than the same type of leather skirt the bellmen were wearing, and quite a few hangars that just seemed to support a tangle of leather straps. "And these are for your consort," she said in a conspiratorial tone, still speaking to Christine, and avoiding any attention toward Kerry.

"Dionysian Cove policies require that guests dress in the costumes we provide, or not at all. There are very few rules here, but this is one that we enforce strictly.

Nudity is permitted throughout the entire resort, so beside this rule there are no other dress codes." The contrast between Jillian's cheerful tone of voice and the fact that she was telling her guests to dress in revealing costumes or not was a contrast that Chris found very provocative.

"The clothing you brought with is locked securely here in this trunk and will be unlocked when you leave. We've taken all the toiletries and personal items out and placed them in the dresser or vanity," Jillian said, leading them back into the bedroom.

Again, speaking only to Chrissy, Jillian cheerfully provided careful instructions. "Please take a few minutes to shower and freshen up, and change into your choice of costumes."

Jillian touched Chris on the arm when she said "your choice" as though to emphasize that it was her decision alone.

"When you've removed all your current clothing, please place it into the side drawer of the trunk I showed you, so that we can secure it as well. Just dial "7" on the room phone when you are ready, and I'll return to introduce you to your very personal room staff and discuss the wonderful opportunities for days and nights of pleasure that you will have during your stay with us Dionysian Cove."

Kerry had begun disrobing as soon as Jillian gave the instructions. By the time she finished speaking he was naked, his long cock gradually becoming erect.

Without even glancing in his direction, Jillian spoke to Christine. "Your consort is very obedient. You should have a wonderful time." The hostess exited, leaving Christine alone with her naked husband.

"What are you doing?" she laughed.

"She said it was okay to be naked anywhere. I just wanted to see if she would look at me," he pouted.

"Well, since you're obviously having such fun running around naked," Chris said, grabbing the tip of his hard-on for emphasis, "maybe I should just make you run around naked all week, like a good little consort?" Kerry's cock throbbed at the suggestion. "Or maybe that would be too much fun for you.

I think I saw something with a bunch of leather straps and rings in the closet that might keep you under better control." She smiled a wicked smile, really starting to get into the role that the resort staff had led her to imagine. "Help me undress, consort, I want to take a shower before they come back."

Chrissy let Kerry do all the work of undressing her. When she was completely naked she grabbed him firmly by the balls and led him over to the poolside windows. Only fifteen feet away, a particularly buff black man was tending to the pool with a filter net on the end of a long pole.

The strong man, wearing only a leather kilt, was facing away from the exposed couple. She spent some moments admiring how the muscles of his back flexed and rippled as he worked the instrument through the water, and started to get wet imagining what he might look like from the front. Feeling particularly bold and not very patient, she knocked on the window glass to get his attention.

The pool attendant turned and appeared a little surprised to see the gorgeous blonde guest, entirely nude, smiling and waving with one hand while gripping her naked husband's scrotum tightly in the other. He lowered his eyes and bent to one knee as he was trained to do in the presence of ladies.

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