That Time I Went To A Swingers Resort With My Sister
A true story about family bonding against a backdrop of booze, boobs and open-plan bathrooms.
Last November, my sister, my cousin and I took a trip to Cancun, Mexico.
It has taken me six months to fully process the trauma I experienced on this holiday, resulting from the fact that we inadvertently booked ourselves into a resort for swingers.
Temptation Cancun Resort is an adults-only, topless-optional hotel with a self-named ‘Sexy Pool’.
We booked the resort without having done much research because we saw the words ‘all-inclusive’ and ‘adults only’ and we thought “great, no kids.” Plus, it was cheaper than every other hotel in the Cancun hotel zone.
We booked ourselves in for three nights.
When we arrived at the resort, we waited in a line to check-in with reception. From the reception area, we could see a party raging outside in the pool bar — boobs and butts as far as the naked eye could see.
The elevator opened and a man in a neon green mankini (think Borat) with a cowboy hat, pool floaties on each arm, and his balls hanging out walked up to us and boomed “welcome to Temptation!”
