Chapter 23: Honeymoons

Honeymooning in a Jamaica resort, they were sharing a three-suite rental. The isolated structure was unusual, inspired by South Pacific traditions that were cyclone (hurricane) resistant. There was a high pitched thatched roof over strong exterior walls and pillars, and plenty of glass for views of the ocean and the adjacent beaches. The interior walls were only six feet high so the breeze off the water freely flowed through the structure.

Mark and Holly had researched the resort and paid for the entire ten-day booking as a wedding present for their daughter.

There was a covered lanai (patio) outside with reclining loungers, perfect for relaxing yet saving them from sunburn. The four women realized there was plenty of privacy and never bothered with covering their chests, with obvious effects on the two men.

On the third day, they commented on how their swimsuits felt like they were deteriorating from the salty ocean water. There were signs on the sinks asking for water conservation, citing limited supplies, plus bottles of clean water for drinking. So, the guests were disinclined to be rinsing the suits every time they came back in from the beach.

Caroline noted, “My suit is fading and seems like it’s gonna fall apart. Although, I admit, I bought it at the discount store for only $8. It doesn’t like the salt water, I guess.”

“For the rest of our time here, I vote for complete nudity,” asserted Evie, whose suit was also fading. “All in favor?”

The two men’s vote was most enthusiastic, and the women agreed as well.

Arlene spoke up then, “If were discussing things, I want to make an observation, as the oldest one here—by more years than I want to admit to.”

“Honey don’t say that, you’re as young as you feel is the cliché. And when I’m feeling you up, you feel young, and delicious. Mnph!”

“Aw, thank you, Caroline. You have me off track. This is my observation: on our honeymoons, we’re all rightly having lots of sex—but I’m hearing all of you over these low walls. Son, you must have six or eight pet names for Diane. Cute and creative as they are, I don’t think you realize how much we are hearing of you two.

“And, Evie, you’re kind of loud with the oohs and ahs. I’m not complaining, sweetie, your happy cries make me wet, Caroline too. Shit, you’re probably hearing us afterward when we are busy too.”

“I don’t see the problem,” noted Barry (who was already totally nude following the vote). “Except for me and my crippling modesty, everyone here—all five of you—is screamingly attractive.

“Including my buddies’ mother, who for years has constantly attracted me. If you weren’t a lesbian, Arlene, I’d be on top of you right now. With Evie’s permission, of course.”

“Hey, B, you can fuck anybody here you want, leaving out Larry since neither of you is bisexual. I want Larry myself if Diane allows.”

“Well, Evie, if you want to swap men, I’m fine with it. And I’m on the bisexual team, so Arlene and Caroline are in my sights, too.

“Shit! I just realized, we’re almost alphabetical: Arlene, Barry, Caroline, Diane, and Evie. In poker terms, we’d be a straight flush, with Larry as the joker.”

“Fuck you, Diane, I’m the wild card, not the joker. Although, if we’re talking poker, there are three of you I’d love to be poking. Barry and Mom are safe, I’m straight and not ready for incest.”

“Aw, too bad,” blurted Arlene.

“MOM!”

“I guess the cat’s out of the bag. I’m bisexual, and so is Caroline. That’s four pussy candidates for Barry, and three for Larry, until I can sneak up on him.

“MOM!”

“One problem, though. Since we two have no current need, we’re not on birth control.”

Diane raised her hand. “I’ve got you; I brought a box of condoms.”

“Really, why?” asked Arlene.

“Um, well, this is embarrassing. Sometimes Larry wants anal sex, and they help keep things, uh, tidy, or tidier. God, I can’t believe I’m telling you this. You’re my mother-in-law, Arlene.”

“It’s all good. He’s staring at my wife’s tits, and he’s totally hard.”

“MOM!”

“It’s alright, kid, those are super tits. They melt in my mouth. My cock would be hard too if I had one.”

Caroline stood and addressed the group.

“Look, all of you sex maniacs. Let’s, uh, table this for tonight. We’re going to have private chats with our spouses, to discuss and think about how we feel. Tomorrow after dinner, I’m going to pass out slips of paper and pens and we’ll have a secret ballot.