Fast-forward back to the night we returned from dinner thinking we were getting a casual private dance in our suite . . .
The first thing I saw was the sex swing that had been drilled into our ceiling while we were gone for barely an hour. Impressive. Our bathtub was filled with bubbles and roses, our bed completely covered with the petals as well. A bottle of Champagne chilled nearby. We suddenly started having second thoughts about inviting our new couple friends along for what we (stupidly, in hindsight) believed to be the kind of silly striptease you see at bachelor parties that last all of 10 minutes. It was not.
We thought we’d chat and laugh with the husband and wife we’d brought along with us while we watched a sexy performance, sip Champagne, and be dancing at the resort’s (actually very fun) disco in no time. Nope. But (due to my own obliviousness) it turned into the preamble for what was essentially a foursome – since I’d invited our newfound friends along for the (literal) ride. I guess the rose petals on the bed should have been my red flag?
It was the erotic preamble to what would’ve been sex with my boyfriend – guided by a beautiful (and amazingly sweet) woman decked out in black lace and silk
), dipped out, and headed to the disco where we made it just in time to see a badass dancer perform one of the coolest aerial shows I’ve ever seen. Our friends, who laughed good-naturedly and incredulously asked how we didn’t know what the deal was all along, joined us on the dance floor. Crisis averted. Our ignorance about what an “erotic couples massage” really means is a whole other story . . .
Did the resorts play a part in helping my boyfriend and me spice up 
the romance after more than five years of dating? Absolutely. We got closer not only because of our admittedly awkward roller-coaster ride, but also because the resorts really do foster a sense of eroticism and sexual openness that was entirely contagious. Did we know what we were getting ourselves into? Absolutely not. Yup.
Bottom line, going to an erotic couples resort got my partner and me out of our comfort zones, but more importantly, the resorts allow others who visit to truly be in their comfort zones, whatever those may be.
Needless to say, we skipped the group sex (wasn’t really our ideal scenario, but totally great for other couples interested in something like this!
Travel and expenses for the author were provided by Desire Riviera Maya and Pearl for the purpose of writing this story.
But – and there is a but – first-timers should be aware of what they’re diving into. The golden rule that all guests must agree to upon arrival is that “no means no” – which should give you an idea of what kind of things go down daily. This isn’t a nudist resort where people mostly keep to themselves. This is a full-on sex resort, with public rooms decorated with round pink and black leather beds dedicated to group sex, massive hot tubs where couples and groups can go at it to their hearts’ desires, and where (in my case) attempting to casually rock a bathing suit bottom made me stand out among the sea of bare butts. This is absolutely what many people are looking for in a getaway – and I’m so glad that there’s places that exist where couples can really be themselves and where this is celebrated.
