My first post… this is so exciting. Oh, where to begin, where to begin. I guess the beginning of the adventures is as good a place as any. But first, a little background.
S and I have been friends since we were 12. I was not-so-secretly in love with him from the first time he spoke to me in gym class. “Hey. Are you new?” So romantic of him to notice, amiright? When we finally started dating at 16, I was ecstatic! We were blissfully happy. No straying; barely even a wandering eye. We were each other’s first and only. I mean, while our friends were living out their crazy college experiences, our private parts actually stayed private. (Ok, well except one little story which I’ll tell you guys at some point.) We watched our drunk, partying, slutty friends with half disdain, half pity, and… possibly half envy. We got married the summer after graduating college.
We’d been kinky and experimenting solely with each other for about 8 years when we somehow caught wind of a nude adults-only Caribbean resort. Hey – no clothes! That sounds like a GREAT 3rd wedding anniversary trip!
The trip