Free Erotic Stories

The Story of Our Yellow Band Adventure At DRM

**Our First Trip to Desire: Breaking Barriers Together**

I've always been comfortable being naked—it’s something I truly enjoy. I even structure my mornings around maximizing “naked time” after the kids head off to school. Shower first, clothes last. I’ve also secretly wished for a more adventurous sex life, like experiencing a threesome, and I’ve been following the Desire subreddit for a while, living vicariously through the stories shared there. However, my wife is very reserved, raised in a strict Catholic household, and has always been uncomfortable with the idea of girl-on-girl intimacy. Out of love and respect for her, I’ve never pushed the topic, content with accepting that a threesome is an experience I’d likely never have.

For her birthday, I planned a special trip, hoping we’d enjoy a more carefree, uninhibited atmosphere. I expected to get plenty of naked time, maybe see my wife go topless, and share in the excitement of simply witnessing new and stimulating things together. I told her what we might encounter based on what I’d read online, and to my delight, she was open to it.

**Night 1: A Wild Start**

We arrived at 3 PM and started off with shots—a bit too many, too fast. By 5 PM, we were lounging in the hot tub, enjoying the buzz, and the next thing we knew, it was 11 PM, and we were back in bed, soaking wet. The night was a blur. We recalled chatting with a lovely couple; my wife remembered feeling especially at ease with the woman, as they shared a similar cultural background. I also had a fleeting memory of my wife kissing a woman for the first time and myself touching some unfamiliar female body parts. Whether it was my wife or the other woman, I couldn’t be sure. I desperately wanted clarity on what had happened, especially that kiss.

Determined to piece the night together, we ventured back to the hot tub. I confidently ordered, “Dos shots doble de Don Julio reposado, por favor,” only to be met with, “Sorry, you’re cut off. She was taken out of the hot tub in a wheelchair.” We spent the rest of the night exploring the resort sober, eventually skinny-dipping together in the quieter, older pool around 3 AM. It was my wife’s first time fully naked and sober in public, and I could tell she enjoyed it. Seeing her confidence blossom was exhilarating and brought us closer in unexpected ways.

**Day 2: Trying to Solve the Mystery**

We woke up determined to piece together what happened on night one and find the couple we’d connected with. I noticed an older woman who seemed to be the center of the social scene at the pool. Normally, we’re shy and introverted, but we were on a mission. I worked up the courage to approach her and shared our story. She and a large group of friends around her listened intently but hadn’t seen anything.

Later, she introduced us to \[we’ll call her\] Sandy, who claimed to have seen us. According to Sandy, there was some kissing involved, and she even offered to recreate the kiss with my wife for me since I couldn’t remember it. My wife, still shy, declined.

We eventually learned from another couple that the woman we had interacted with was quite drunk as well and had been escorted out of the hot tub by her partner.

**Night 2: Taking Control**

Taking advice from others, we dialed back on drinking for night two, sticking to water at the nightclub. This time, we wanted to remember everything. My wife wore a tight short shiny one-piece dress commando to the nightclub, a dress that prior to this she would only wear in private for me. When we got to the hot tub, she, emboldened by her growing confidence, entered naked and sober.

Sandy and her partner joined us, and soon Sandy and my wife were making out. After a bit, Sandy’s partner suggested we head to the playroom, and for the first time, we ventured into entirely uncharted territory. There were too many “firsts” to list as we explored together. At one point, Sandy’s partner invited another couple over, and the six of us shared a bed. The experience was overwhelming and thrilling and while my wife enjoyed the experience, she didn’t really connect with either of the women.

**Night 3: Confidence in Full Bloom**

By the third night, we spent the evening chatting with another couple. While my wife wasn’t entirely drawn to him, the woman in the couple seemed interested in me. Before I realized it, she began giving me oral fun right there on the dance floor of the nightclub. My wife watched, intrigued but still shy.

Later, we ventured back to the playroom. This time, it was just the two of us. I encouraged my wife to be louder than the other couples, and she did not hold back. The confidence and passion she showed that night were magnetic, and it deepened our connection in ways we hadn’t anticipated.

**Day 4: The Bittersweet Goodbye**

As we prepared to leave on our final morning, we stopped for coffee on the way to check out. My wife recognized a familiar voice at the bar. The couple sitting nearby asked how we’d been. I'm so bad with recognizing people that I frequently BS my way through a conversation and then ask my wife after. I casually told them the story of our first night’s drunken escapades. They shared that the wife had also gotten tipsy in the hot tub but recovered quickly once taken out. It wasn’t until we were in the taxi that the pieces clicked: they were the couple from night one. The realization hit us hard—we’d been so close to reconnecting with them and getting the closure we’d wanted.

**Reflections and Our Future**

Back home now, we’re processing everything. We’ve been discreet, keeping our experiences private as we navigate the emotions and decisions that come with such a transformative trip. It’s a lot to think about, but one thing is clear: this journey brought us closer and helped us see each other in a new light. But there’s one thing we can’t stop thinking about—the couple from our first night. They were kind, easygoing, and made us both feel comfortable in a way we hadn’t expected. We’d love to reconnect with them, not just to piece together the gaps from that night but to openly discuss the choices we now face. This experience has opened doors we never imagined walking through, and while it’s thrilling, it’s also a bit overwhelming. Having someone who understands this journey, who has been part of it in some way, could help us navigate these new possibilities.