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As the chorus of Jay-Z and Alicia Key’s Empire State of Mind filled the warm night air, I watched in mild horror and fascination as a man bent his wife over a patio chair and proceeded to spank her bare butt with a plastic pitchfork, much to the shrieking delight of onlookers.
Sex is in the air – or at the very least, the fantasy that a new sexual encounter is just around the next corner (or hotel room).
I’d heard stories about Temptation – that it was a place to get a little naked (there’s a designated “sexy pool” where women can go topless if they wish) and maybe, hookup with other singles or couples.
I had even heard the S-word (“swingers”) reluctantly thrown around. However, even the guests are protective over how they define the resort and their experiences there.
As one couple I spoke to explained with a wink, “we’re not swingers, but some of the people we sleep with are.”
My second day at Temptation found me at one of the resort’s several pool adjacent restaurants, shovelling obscene amounts of guacamole down my gullet while I watched the steady parade of half-naked bodies just steps away from my table.
Even as I listened to the daily “fake orgasm” contest taking place on the pool-deck, I still felt like I didn’t quite get Temptation. Was I missing something?
Everywhere I looked there were bodies of all different ages, shapes and sizes, but the overall vibe was incredibly friendly, accepting and respectful (a strict “no means no” policy is built into the resort’s code of conduct that each guest signs upon check-in.)