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The receptionist was right: it was easy to make friends. Within a few minutes, I found myself deep in conversation with a handsome airline pilot and father of three from rural Wisconsin, a man I'll call Rob. (I've changed the names and identifying details of the hotel guests.) He was chilling—half submerged and totally nude—on the Jacuzzi's steps. Midnight approached on one of their final nights, and as the club emptied out, Rob and Laura headed for the late-night Jacuzzi. For the first time all week, Laura decided to ditch her bikini bottom and climb into the hot tub fully naked. Suddenly, from the swirl of bodies, shimmering in the pool lights, another couple appeared before them. The fellow—a few years older than them, thin, balding, and handsome, drink in hand—stepped forward with a kindly smile. “Rob? Laura? Is that you? I'm Mike.” He shook their hands. “And this is my wife, Tina.” She moved into the light, a slender, fine-featured beauty in her late 40s. “So you've been here for a few days already,” Mike says. “How's it been going?” Picture a gaggle of parents convened outside an elementary school. Now imagine those same people naked as hell, day-drinking in a jumbo-size hot tub—that's what Jacuzzi Happy Hour at Desire Pearl looked like. I sauntered my way down the path. This was little help. Soon she was rubbing one side of the guy's penis, as though sanding an irksome spot on an old wooden chair leg. She seemed puzzled that the guy's hard-on continued to wilt. “I don't get it,” she said. “My husband loves it like this! Right, Randy?” John traced the outline of my lips with a piece of the fruit, heightening the sensation and getting me extremely turned on. He leaned down and, with his mouth full of rum, dripped the liquid into my mouth from his like a mama bird feeding her baby.

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Oh, sweetie,” said Tina, putting an arm around her shoulders. “It's okay. Don't worry. We like you guys, too.” I'm no nudist myself. My mission was born of curiosity. You see, an inventive new concept in the leisure economy had caught my attention, a travel trend that seemed wildly contradictory: luxury nudity. Could that really be a thing? I wondered. Compatible with: - Maitreya+Petite - Legacy+Perky+Nerido Push-Up - Reborn+Juicy Boobs+Rolls - Maze Soft Thights Just then, a large round man in his mid-50s with a jovial smile and graying hair splashed over and introduced himself as Karl from Colorado. He had the vibe of the world's most amiable polar bear. “First time here?” he asked. The guests at the beach, pool, and bar areas represented every shape, size, and age. People with completely normal bodies seemed to feel more comfortable in their skin than I did, which made me loosen up a bit and not worry about that little scar on my left hip that I obsess over.

After a few lazy hours poolside, Rob and Laura had to tend to a critical errand: walking down the beach in their swimsuits to take pictures of themselves at a normal neighboring resort.

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It felt silly, but the sound of the growl vibrated through my torso, giving me this delicious, humming buzz, as if the orgasmic energy were spreading through my body via the vibrations. It made my orgasm feel stronger, bigger, and longer. My new boyfriend—let's call him John—and I were walking hand-in-hand from our hotel room at Hedonism II, the infamous clothing-optional, adults-only resort in Negril, Jamaica, to our first Tantric sex class. I whispered to him, "So, listen. It's gonna be like a yoga class, but with no yoga and we might be doing sex sh*t in front of others. Cool?"Sure, I'd prepared myself to see some amorous behavior, but I'd imagined it'd be fleeting and discreet. Swinging, I had deduced before arriving, was a fact of life at Desire Pearl—and the possibility of a little public sex (perhaps with someone new) must have been a draw for some couples. I knew all that. But even when the trailhead signs warn about bears and rattlesnakes, you're still a little surprised when you see them. The "Drive Your Partner Wild With Desire" class focused on the Tantra principle of using all five senses (i.e., sight, touch, smell, taste, and sound) to awaken your sexuality and increase your pleasure. "These are the five keys to bigger and better orgasms," Kim told the class. The scene was like a Mardi Gras melee on Bourbon Street—except everyone was showing everyone else their tits. I met a couple from West Virginia here on their honeymoon (what?!) and a doctor and his wife from small-town Idaho, with eight kids, who said they weren't swingers, only nudists who enjoy the anything-goes atmosphere at Desire. My wife is gorgeous and one of a kind, and I couldn't possibly be more proud of my beautiful wife. Of course that didn't stop me from taking compromising pictures while she wasn't looking. Like any good student, I was prepared for class with a towel and an intimate cleansing cloth. Little did we know that we'd need one more Snake Charming accoutrement: a rubber glove that left us mystified until we realized it was for a prostate massage where you insert a finger or two into your partner's anus and gently circle it around to massage his prostate from the inside. The dread on John's face spoke volumes, and we skipped that part of the instruction.

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One Tuesday this past spring, a taxi dropped me at the doors of Desire Pearl, a fancy “clothing-optional” resort on the outskirts of Cancún. The lobby, dotted with white leather love seats and lit with a purple glow, had the feel of a private lounge for Vegas bigwigs. But there was something else, too, a prurient electricity I could feel as I wheeled my way to the front desk. Around every corner, I knew, were naked the next day, I returned to the original location and got a red tutu and more tattoed pantyhose. They so hot.Of course, as Daniel notes, not everybody is here for sex—you've got plenty of standard-issue nudists, and also people just drawn by the edgy atmosphere. “Only some are swingers,” he told me. “Others like the freedom of hanging in the pool naked.” The appeal is pretty broad, actually: It's a tranquil destination where you can step outside of everyday life. There's an open bar all day and night and a slew of naked people you can flirt with and maybe have sex with. Think of it as Vegas on HGH, a place to let your id off the leash. “The demand is large and growing,” one longtime Desire Pearl staffer told me. “People want ultimate freedom. We provide it.” Description from my wonderful husband) - Rhonda, the sweetest, hottest, sexiest, most beautiful wife in the world on our honeymoon July 2009. The ladies seemed scandalized and hurried away in a huff. “Before our trip, I would have been one of those gawking tourists, making judgments,” Laura said. “Now, I guess, I'm one of the weird sex perverts. But at the end of the day, it's only our bodies. It's just sex. It's boobs and penises and vaginas. And you know what? There's nothing wrong with that.” First came the feather, which John traced slowly and gently alongside my half-naked body. It felt good, but it was nothing new. But then he slowly dripped juice from a piece of cantaloupe on to the middle part of my lips. The cold, gentle drops made not just my lips, but my whole body tingle. I couldn't imagine that there was a part of my body I didn't know could bring me pleasure, but here I was feeling a physical awakening from a few drops of cold liquid on my lips.

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As Rob and Laura's week at Desire drew to a close, their own hope of finding a couple to “play” with was dwindling. But they had one last arrow in their quiver. A couple they'd been chatting with over the past few months in one of Desire's online forums was set to arrive—Mike and Tina, physical therapists from Washington State. Davy Rothbart is the author, most recently, of ‘My Heart Is an Idiot,’ a collection of personal essays. The thing is, we were booked on the Nude side of the resort, where you have to go naked, as opposed to the Prude side, which is clothing optional. Hedo is known for its swingers' parties, so we basically thought it would be one big orgy (which frankly kind of frightened me).She was just chillin' on the balcony, but she had me speechless just because of these unbelievable legs. My wife is gorgeous, and these legs, my God these legs. I watched a man sitting on the edge of the tub receive the most peculiar hand job imaginable from a woman he'd just met while their spouses monitored the action close by, laughing. this darling tutu skirt it's double layers and ruffles and ribbon and a gleaming hot pink waist and hip section, and it was The hottest people at Desire Pearl, of course, are the staff. A young waiter told me he's propositioned by guests on at least a weekly basis, offered gobs of money, even, but fortunately he has a diplomatic out: “It's strictly forbidden,” he tells guests. “Even to enter a guest room, I will lose my job.” It's a kindly way of turning people down, convenient because it happens to be true. The waiter said that corporate higher-ups will even test new hires with fake guests, offering cash for sexual favors. “We are watched closely,” he explained. “We're meant to be friendly…but get too friendly, and you'll be gone.”