After having read nearly all of the trip reports I could find prior to our first trip to Hedo, I thought I would file my trip report with a slightly different perspective. Rather than chroniclize the trip on a day-by-day basis, I thought it may be of greater value to the other Virgin Hedo's, to hear our story from a perspective of a Virgin Hedo's husband.

First a few details and background. We are 44 yrs old; and modesty aside, we are fit, and attractive people. We are both runners and weight lifters, and feel good about who we are, and how we look.

On the other hand, we are 44, and there is no getting around the fact that 20 yr olds have a certain "natural esthetic ability". No matter how many miles you run, or pounds you lift, you can not make up for the extra 20 years of existence. That said, we were prepared to see all shapes and sizes at Hedo, and feel comfortable about ourselves.

This was the first trip to Hedo for both of us. I have been asked quite a few times how I heard about Hedo, and I simply can not remember. I have heard of it for years, and even thought of going to it once by my self 10 years ago. That was when I was a single father of two young children, and my single life was relegated to flirting with the check out lady at the grocery store as I hurried to pick up the kids at day care.

Now times were changed, I was married to a beautiful woman and desperately needed a vacation. At least that was what my wife told me as I was threatening the kids, kicking the dog and being generally miserable to be around.

We have had the luxury to travel to some beautiful places (i.e. St. John's. Kauai, Tahiti, Bahamas, etc), and in each spot we always looked for places to be in the sun, alone and naked. We have been "sun worshipers" for years, and jointly decided that Jamaica, and specifically Hedo sounded great.

We booked the trip for early April, made arrangements for the kids that still live at home, and were all set…until we read the "book"! Somewhere in the all the scheduling, I heard of Chris Santilli's book entitled "The Naked Truth About Hedonism II". Naturally, I ordered the book, and once it arrived, I sat down to read about Hedo.

My first thoughts as I read the book was, this stuff can't really go on; then I thought, what is my wife going to think! It's one thing to be naked with your spouse on a deserted beach, and a totally different thing to be naked with a group of people while they paint each other in the afternoon, and participate in group sex in the hot tub at night! I am not exaggerating when I tell you that we both read the book, and then I read it again, just to be sure what I thought I read, I had actually read!

We talked it over, and came to the conclusion that we would go, have a good time, and do whatever it took to simply be by ourselves. As a fall back position, I called the Grand Lido, and confirmed that if we got to Hedo and it was worse than we thought, they would allow us to transfer over (and they would, for a significant fee).

As the date for the trip approached, we had more and more fun talking about the impending adventure, shopping for a pajama party outfit for my wife, and just generally getting into the anticipation mode.

We packed light (carry-on only) whisked our way through airports and customs, and on April 3^rd, found ourselves standing in our "Au Natural - Breach Side" room. We unpacked, and headed for the nude beach.

The beach is shaped in a "hook" or "J", with the majority of the activity at the far end near the bar, pool and hot tub. Naturally, we pulled a couple of chairs to the opposite end of the beach, down near the water, and when no one was looking slipped out of our swimming suits.

We were there for a while when my wife said she wanted a beer…one of us had to go get it, and "since my chair was closest, I should go". Knowing that it was futile to argue with that kind of logic, I stood up and walked to the bar. As I approached the bar, I realized that there thousands and thousands of people starring at me…I blinked looked twice, and realized that really no one was looking at me (which in a perverted sort of way was disappointing).

I returned with the beers, and detailed my great adventure. Everything was fine, and my story enlightening for my wife, until she wanted another beer. I said I would go this time, but next time she had to make the trip.

This time as I returned with the beer, I noticed a group of people standing near a picnic table. They were naked and painting each other; and I must admit, it was quite impressive and amusing.

I hurried back to our far end of the beach and related my latest story. As to be expected, those beers did not last long, and we were ready for two more. I told my wife it was her turn to go this time…she said she would give me "a blow-job" later if she didn't have to go up there! It was an intriguing offer, but I realized that if I did not get her off her lounge chair now, it was going to be a long week of me bar tending for her.

About this time one of the Hedo staff walked up to us and said "hello", and commented that we must be new to Hedo! When we asked how he knew that, he said "because where you are sitting". Now there are a lot of things we can be called, but "chicken" is not one of them, so with that thought in mind, my wife agreed to make the trip to the pool and bar.

She wrapped a cover-up around her waist, and up we went. We ordered our beers, stopped for a moment to watch the body painting, and walked back to our chairs. And that was it…after that first trip to the bar/pool, each trip was easier and easier. Literally, within on hour she had gone from "no way, I'm not going up there topless", to walking up there totally nude!

There are two phenomenon's related to this element of Hedo; first, guys for some reason are more willing to do the "nude thing" right away. Second, (which leads me to my "first observation") it only takes a matter of time for the women to "come to the dark side" (read nude) too.

For instance, we met a nice couple who sat near us at the far end of the beach that first day. It turns out that they had been there for 2 or 3 days, and she had finally gotten the courage to take her top off. We saw them on the beach each day following, and each day she was more and more comfortable (read naked). Three days later we saw her on the nude cruise, doing the limbo naked in front of 60 people!

From that first day to the very last, there was not a moment that we did not enjoy ourselves unclothed. Each hour became a little more and more comfortable, and by the second day, I watched as my wife walked up to the nude bar/pool totally naked, ordered a couple of drinks, stood and talked to another couple and walked back…completely comfortable and relaxed.

Which leads me to my "second observation"; everything in Chris Santilli's book is absolutely true! The thing that is hard to realize, is that while what you read sounds weird, in person it is funny and/or entertaining.

Case in-point; 12 guys line up along the pool, their significant other's stand to the side and take turns while blindfolded they go down the line of the guys, identifying their mates by using only their hands and touching only one body part. As you can imagine, it did not take long for a woman to eventually select "penises" as the identifying body part.

Now, I read about this in the book, and I could not believe it really happened. And, here I was watching the same thing take place. And, to add to the experience, we had met a great couple a day earlier from North Carolina; they were fun, and both had a great sense of humor. Just as the blindfolded woman made her way down the line of naked men feeling their penises, our new (female) friend jumps up, runs to the food shack, grabs a frozen hotdog, and gets into line with the men, holding a frozen hotdog out like a penis. Even as I write this, I laugh out loud with the thought of that naked, blind folded woman, grabbing onto that frozen penis…but unless you were there, you just can't get it, it sounds weird.

Which leads me to my "third and final observation"; because the "level of acceptable behavior" is raised so high, anything your want to do with you mate that is considered "below the level" is acceptable.

We stood naked and had casual conversations with complete strangers…which was tame compared to other things we saw! A woman stroking her mates penis as she casually sipped on a drink next to the pool, three women kissing and embracing around the pool, a woman masturbating in the piano bar, a beautiful women politely attempting to seduce your wife, etc, etc.

But here's the value of this observation, after having seen the above, it was nothing to lay naked in a hammock in the evening, next to the ocean, and make passionate love with your spouse. Or feel the sensuous thrill of both of you wearing nearly nothing as you walk into the PJ party.

All of this is acceptable because of the environment (the "level of acceptance" is high).

Mirrors on the ceiling, nude massages in an open air shack on the beach during the day, snorkeling naked and then climbing back on board ship with 60 other people, are all the things that made this the most sensuous trip of our lives. We made love three times a day…falling in love all over again, we could not keep our hands off of each other.

To any couple that reads this, I have two hopes; first that you gather the courage to go; and second, your trip is a fulfilling as ours!

Delbert