As far as I can remember, I was always visited by many sexual fantasies, many of which I embodied in reality, but none of them can be compared with the adventures that I and my friend survived during our journey last summer to one of Caribbean Islands. These 10 days have turned our ideas about sexuality and opened up a huge new world before us.

Um, my girlfriend, with big breasts and elastic ass, although she attended naturist meetings in Moscow, but still a modest and conservative girl and I, a middle manager, decided to spend our vacation on the same island, which is popular among the South American middle class, but little is visited Europeans, not to mention compatriots. I ordered bungalows via the Internet, and soon we were on the island, where we found a friendly local population who lives in growing and exporting exotic fruits.

The long flight we were tired and, leaving our luggage, pulled the shorts and went to the veranda of our new home, look around. The beach stretched on how far it was enough to look both ways from our bungalow, and as I managed to notice, to my satisfaction, naturism was very popular among sunbathers.

I sipped white wine, and soon Em joined me. She was wearing a white swimsuit. I did not say anything, knowing that she needed time to get used to and stop being ashamed, but in my heart I hoped for quick changes in her behavior.

We had sunbathed and bathed for three days when Joz, the owner of our resort, came up to us. He was tall and well muscled with a friendly smile man. Taking off his sunglasses, he introduced himself, carefully examining Em with his green hypnotic eyes, which contrasted sharply with the olive skin of our new acquaintance.

It was only close red swimming trunks, hiding quite solid content. It should be noted that not only did he have sufficient weapons, it also increased markedly during the study of the merits of my Em. And Em clearly paid attention to this, despite her attempts to look away. And to my surprise, this exchange of "courtesies" not only did not make me angry, but somehow strangely excited me.

Joz turned out to be a good conversationalist, and it didn't take long for us to learn that, apart from the hotel business, he was professionally engaged in photography and painting. Em pays a lot of time to these types of creativity, and soon they were completely absorbed in conversation. I watched Em closely and watched in amazement as her interest in Jose grew. She licked her lips from time to time, straightened her hair, and I saw other signs of her excitement that are difficult to describe, but everyone who lives long enough with a person feels in her partner. For me, it was obvious - Jos glued my girlfriend professionally and confidently.

By noon, Jos, telling us a lot about the island, the islanders and their customs, offered to go with him to the city in the evening and watch a little nightlife. It soon became clear that nightlife is a bar and a disco. He also promised to introduce us to his favorite model Natalie, who was supposed to fly tonight from New York. We accepted the invitation and agreed to meet at about nine in the bar.

Since the city was about a kilometer away, we decided to go on foot. Towards sunset we reached a colonial-style mansion surrounded by thickets of a wild vineyard. After ordering drinks, you settled down at a table, watching as several dancers on the dance floor took their first steps in the dance. Soon a wide-smiling Jose appeared, leading a tall beauty in a bonding dress. “This is Natalie,” he introduced the beauty. She, elegantly smiling, confidently shook our hands.

The orchestra of the time began to play much louder and faster.There were already a lot of pretty blacks and mulattos dancing on the playground. Men were wearing baggy slacks or shorts. Powerful torsos covered their sleeveless T-shirts or were bare. The women wore wide skirts, and the top was covered with bras from swimsuits. It was felt that Em felt too dressed, despite the high slit in her dress. The twins, whirling in the dance, threw up their skirts, exposing significantly more than the hips. The standards of dirty dance were clearly revised among the dancers. Couples danced very closely, some women twisted their backs, leaning their hands on their knees, while their partners portrayed that they fucked them in the ass, when she rose he rubbed her breasts and ass. Men and women without partners often joined couples and the dance either continued in Troy or the old partner gave way to a new one. I expected to see serious conflicts, but everyone was cheerful and friendly.

Um and I tried to dance a few times. But they felt awkward. As the tempo of the music increased, the dance became more and more feverish, several women clapped my butt, men did the same with my Em. After that, she stated that we should leave immediately.

We walked in silence, but going into the bungalow, I climbed up under her skirt and found that my shy girl was over-excited. I lowered the slacks - she lifted her skirt and we had a crazy fuck for 20 seconds. When finished, they flopped exhausted into the bed without even having washed themselves and instantly fell asleep.

The next morning, Natalie came behind Em, and they went shopping. I decided to sunbathe a little. Half an hour later Jos joined me.

He gave me cold orange juice and asked me about the impressions of the previous night. Having listened to me, he laughed: "Stupid, stupid Europeans!" After he calmed down, I learned more about local customs. It turns out that the islanders treat sex with a “more-better” divis, and if someone wants to fuck your wife or girlfriend, then with this he makes a compliment to you and your companion, but does not want to offend. According to Jos, the dancers meant this yesterday when they clung to me and to Em. “You Europeans are such puritans, you have set a lot of taboos in your relationships, and your favorite feeling is the feeling of guilt, for their violation. And everyone constantly violates the “norms of behavior”, if there is an opportunity to hide it. That is, there are no internal prohibitions - only imposed by society.

I looked at him puzzled.

Soon, Em and Natalie returned. Natalie had a bikini which rather emphasized her dignity than covered up anything. And even that little she removed, sitting next to me on the sand. She reached for my drink and inadvertently ran her resilient breasts along my back.

On Em, there was an orange bikini, which it had just bought. Felt - she was a little shy of her new outfit, and it was Jos, who was frankly amusing. After about forty minutes of flirty chatter, Jos announced that he was going to do a “love mixture” with me and looked expressively at Em.

When we moved away, Jos asked: “Have you seen this?”. "What?" "Your girlfriend is all excited from the desire to fuck with me, but she tries to hide her desire, and above all from herself." I flared up, but Jos just ignored me and quickly moved on to another topic while we were preparing our cocktails.

Soon we returned and continued to swim and sunbathe, laugh and flirt. By evening my head was heavy enough. Um, noticing that the wet swimsuit hides almost nothing, removed her bra. I and Jos are completely undressed. We rubbed each other with different tanners and so on. It seemed that I and Em were plunging into the seductions of our hospitable hosts, but did not do anything to even try to break free.

The sun began to set, and Jos noted the lighting, and announced to Natalie that several shots were needed. Natalie ran away to prepare, and Jos began to carefully study the chest of my Em. She blushed, her nipples tightened, but refused to offer to take part in the shooting.

They left in a jeep, and we went along the beach behind them. Em carried the top e bikini in her hand, affably greeting each other. I was amazed at her beauty ...