Several couples here discuss planning a Jamaican vacation with the stated goal of the wife/girlfriend meeting native men for sex. The island atmosphere is conducive to behavior one may not initiate closer to home. The locals are fully aware of the possibility or even likelihood of connecting with visiting women of all ages.
For us, Brad & Jenn, our regular destination was the party resort on Negril’s Seven Mile Beach, referred to by the locals by the unofficial name “The Zoo”. Once or twice a year we would stay there for a week at a time. No other place allowed us to totally escape our busy, stressful lives back in the states. Every trip we came home with an almost altered state of mind, not due to the local smoking material, but the overall atmosphere of Negril.
We always strategically planned to be there in January, appropriately called Lifestyle month. One of the resort’s busiest times, it would be full of swingers, swappers, and nudist of all ages centered around the 30-50somethings. Our days were spent laying out on the beach or hanging out one of the resort’s pools with swim up bars, your choice, nude or prude. Then the evenings were spent at one of the piano bars followed by the late night disco or a trip to the huge hot tub.
From the daytime G-strings to the evening high heels with clubwear, the women dressed as you would expect in that sexually super charged atmosphere. Most men stayed in a constant state of euphoria trying to take in all of the sights, while hoping no one noticed their ever present bobbing semi hard-on.
The guests were almost exclusively white Americans and Europeans. While all of the staff, from bartenders to management and general staff were local black Jamaicans. On the surface the two did not socialize together as there was a strict official code that fraternizing with the guests would mean immediate dismissal. Resort jobs are highly prized for their excellent pay and prestige, so there was a powerful incentive to comply.
However we eventually realized that was not always the case, especially deep into the night.View attachment 5285675
For us, Brad & Jenn, our regular destination was the party resort on Negril’s Seven Mile Beach, referred to by the locals by the unofficial name “The Zoo”. Once or twice a year we would stay there for a week at a time. No other place allowed us to totally escape our busy, stressful lives back in the states. Every trip we came home with an almost altered state of mind, not due to the local smoking material, but the overall atmosphere of Negril.
We always strategically planned to be there in January, appropriately called Lifestyle month. One of the resort’s busiest times, it would be full of swingers, swappers, and nudist of all ages centered around the 30-50somethings. Our days were spent laying out on the beach or hanging out one of the resort’s pools with swim up bars, your choice, nude or prude. Then the evenings were spent at one of the piano bars followed by the late night disco or a trip to the huge hot tub.
From the daytime G-strings to the evening high heels with clubwear, the women dressed as you would expect in that sexually super charged atmosphere. Most men stayed in a constant state of euphoria trying to take in all of the sights, while hoping no one noticed their ever present bobbing semi hard-on.
The guests were almost exclusively white Americans and Europeans. While all of the staff, from bartenders to management and general staff were local black Jamaicans. On the surface the two did not socialize together as there was a strict official code that fraternizing with the guests would mean immediate dismissal. Resort jobs are highly prized for their excellent pay and prestige, so there was a powerful incentive to comply.
However we eventually realized that was not always the case, especially deep into the night.View attachment 5285675
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