Chapter 34

March 20, 2021

Martin

As we got closer to Kenna’s spring break, she began asking me, in her own inimitable way, about the vacation I’d been planning.

“Daddy, I have to know something about where we’re going so I can decide what to pack for the trip, and I may need to do some shopping for some new clothes.”

I knew she loved buying clothes and I frequently indulged her as a reward. Additionally, I felt I’d kept her suspense long enough, so I gave in. “We’re going to a resort in the Caribbean,” I told her. It’s the same place I took your mother years ago.”

“Is that where she did those wild things you’ve told me about?”

“Some of them,” I admitted. “I’m very happy with your willingness to do whatever I’ve asked of you, and I want to show you off, just like I did with your mother. When we travel, it will be as husband and wife.” He paused for a moment in reflection. “There will be a lot of attractive people there, but I know you’ll be a center of attention.”

Kenna blushed at that and I could also see cute little dimples on her face. There were so many times when she reminded me of her mother, and this was one of them. “You’re all the attention I need,” she said coquettishly.

I chuckled. “You’ll get plenty of that, but my attention won’t be all. It’s a swingers resort, and I want to see you strut your stuff.”

“Whatever you want, Daddy,” she said with a big grin.

“You won’t need much in the way of clothes,” I continued. “Dress casually for the flights, but once we’re there, all you’ll need is bikinis and flip-flops for the beach and club dresses and heels for the evenings. You can also bring some sexy lingerie, but you won’t be in it for long.”

She laughed at that. “Maybe you’ll want to see me in something new?” she said hopefully.

When it came to shopping for clothes, she was never subtle. “Okay,” I said hesitantly, while giving her a big smile. “But don’t go crazy, okay?”

“I won’t, I promise.”

Truth be told, I loved the sexy lingerie and provocative clothes she purchased. I knew she was doing it for me, and I enjoyed indulging her. However, I always had to remind her to keep it within reason.

A week later we were on the plane, headed for Jamaica. As we sailed through the sky, I reflected on how my last visit to Hedonism had been with my late wife. It had been a whirlwind of sun, sand, surf, and sex, and we’d had a great time with each other and with others while we were there. But I knew that Kenna was going to outdo her; she was more sexual, more submissive, and more adventurous than her mother had been. She never balked at anything I wanted to try, and at times that surprised me.

In my wildest imagination, I never thought I’d ever meet another woman who was so daring and open. Surprisingly, that woman had lived under my roof for 18 years. So many times I’d cursed the Covid virus, because it ground economic activity to an almost complete stop and very negatively affected my ability to make a living. However, as I looked back, it was one of the best things to ever happen to me. First and foremost, it returned my daughter to my life. Then, slowly, it gave me a companion and a lover, and by the end of this trip it would give me even more.

Our plane landed at Sangster International Airport and we took an hour-and-a-half limo ride to Hedonism II in Negril. After we’d checked in and unpacked, Kenna proved everything that I knew was true about her over the next few days. That afternoon, and each day thereafter, I had her wear one of her very revealing Wicked Weasel bikinis and her flip-flops and took her down to the beach. We sunned, we swam, and we met lots of people of all ages; they ranged from barely legal to in their sixties, but they were all pleasant and generally quite good-looking.

Each day, we jointly decided which couple we liked the most and I arranged a meet for that evening. Kenna enjoyed all of those sessions, and so did I, but what I enjoyed most was watching her with the other men. She put on quite a show, and I knew it was as much for my benefit as for theirs. Then, each night, after every one of those encounters, Kenna would lie snuggled up to me after she and I made love and she would whisper, “You know, Daddy, I had fun today, but no other men compare to you. You’re the best there is for me, and I love you more each and every day.”

“I love you too,” I replied each time. “You’re my perfect wife, even if we can’t ever legally marry.”

Again, she reminded me so much of her mother when we’d first met, shortly after she’d graduated from college. Kenna was young, in love, and enamored with me, and those feelings were contagious. I loved watching her with other men, how she reveled in pleasing them and how she allowed them to please her. The best thought of all, though, was that she was mine. No matter what we did with others, or, more accurately, what I allowed her to do, her heart was mine and we both knew it.

Then, the next day, I upped the ante. After I told her to wear one of her skimpiest bikinis, I put a collar around her neck and hooked a dog leash I’d brought to its ring. Then I led her down to the beach and paraded her around. I knew she’d become accustomed to being displayed and shown off, but I hoped this arrangement would put her into a different head-space, into sub-space, as it was called. She loved sex and pleasing her partners, but, for what I had in mind, I needed to tap into her submissive nature, one that we both knew was there just waiting to emerge.