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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. 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?” Within a few months, the couple had created a pattern. They go to a swingers' event every few weeks, which is frequently enough that they can now spot the "regulars," but not so frequently that they consider themselves part of that group. They're allowed to sleep with anyone they choose and don't approve of each other's partners — but they do always talk about their experiences afterward. They attend a variety of parties. Some are limited to middle-aged people or seniors only, while others include people of a variety of ages. Deanna prefers a variety of ages, even though she's not looking to be a cougar. "Younger men don't do anything for me," she laughs. I said as long as he could get me showered and out the door in time for my second date with the muscle-bound guy from Thursday, then he was welcome to have me.

Tell you what,” said Mike, smoothly guiding them toward the perimeter of the pool. “Tina and I were going to get in one of the cabanas. You guys want to join us?”Perhaps surprisingly, sex with others was not our priority: for us, it’s about building community. We’ve made some of our closest friends at swingers events, and we hoped that after a week of cruising, that number would grow. I enjoyed both of their company over the next few hours, but afterwards, I was hardly able to stand. There is nothing like getting out of the rut that is everyday home life and moving into a space designed to maximise fun and pleasure to bring a couple closer together. Saturday

Mark and Deanna, both in their mid-fifties, got married 5 years ago. Neither has children from any prior relationships. They live in Las Vegas, Nevada, where they enjoy walking their dogs, doing puzzles, and seeing new movies on date nights. They also like going to places like The Green Door, a nearby night club that hosts various swingers' parties. To this couple, casual sex with strangers is a recreational activity just like any other. How It Began 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.” 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.As Deanna and Mark drove home from that first experience, they asked each other the clichéd question: How was it for you? (Except this situation was anything but clichéd.) "We keep nothing from each other," Deanna insists. "We did talk about it because he wanted to know my feelings on it, and I wanted to know his to make sure there's no jealousy involved." Together, they decided it was something that had enjoyed and wanted to continue doing. Settling Into a Routine Salted and sun-kissed, we returned to the cruise ship in time for erotic games by the pool for the chance to win teeny tiny LLV bikinis. We celebrated his birthday right away with a leg-shakingly good romp in bed. At this point, all the swingers knew it was his special day, and both of us were turned on just by the thought of what could happen. Even before dinner, I received several more requests from men, women, and couples to play. Unfortunately, I didn’t have enough time, energy, or flesh to make it all happen.

After a morning of topless photos on the beach, we invited a friend to our room for a threesome. She had suggestively asked to help celebrate my husband’s birthday, and he was more than happy to unwrap this gift.The party continued at the pool, where he received many celebratory kisses and squeezes. One concerned citizen jokingly worried that in making sure my husband was taken care of, there was no one to take care of me and offered to do so himself. Warning: As you’d expect, this week’s diary features some explicit details about sex, so it’s definitely NSFW. Monday 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. Many people spent today taking it easy, enjoying their time in paradise and resting up for the final day on the ship.