Paradise Lakes has always carried a reputation as a swingers’ nudist playground—though over the years, it had its ups and downs (pun absolutely intended). After a bizarre twist of fate and an uninterested owner, the vibe went flat. Then came the pandemic, and with it, a revival: new owners who just happen to be a true lifestyle swinger couple. Suddenly, the party wasn’t under the table anymore—it was out in the open, where it belongs. Today, Paradise boasts three playrooms right by the pool: a couples-only hideaway, an elevated outdoor space overlooking the “conversation pool,” and even three dedicated hotel rooms for those who prefer their fun with single males, sometimes more than one. And speaking of that "conversation pool"… let’s just say those public displays of affection often get very handsy (or mouthy) once the sun goes down.
First impressions? We’ve been sneaking off to Paradise Lakes since the early ’90s, and it’s only gotten hotter. Forget the condos and hotel rooms—this review is all about the club. Once called Paradise, it now goes by “Play at Paradise,” and they mean it. The swinger vibe has always been here, but these days it’s dialed up to eleven. Even in the daytime pool, hands wander freely, and over in the infamous conversation pool, “Ride Sally Ride” happens often enough to be its own event. With everyone already naked (nudist resort perks), it doesn’t take much for play to kick off. Add golf carts zipping around, ladies in see-through barely-there outfits, and guys rocking the shirt-only look, and by the time dancing starts, things heat up fast. And now? You don’t just flirt by the pool—you can take it straight to a playroom and claim a bed. Let’s just say… we’ve been bounced around those mattresses more than once, and loved every second.
The club zone is a triple threat: part dance floor, part restaurant, part check-in desk—because nothing says “vacation” like paperwork with a side of cocktails. You can strut up to the entrance like you own the place, or roll in on a golf cart from your condo, hair barely holding it together but vibe fully intact.
After “signing your life away” (relax, it’s not really 34 pages of fine print), grab your sunscreen and towel, push through the double doors, and swing right toward the pool. That’s where the real competition begins: snagging a lounge chair. By 1pm on weekends, they’re rarer than a monogamist at a swinger party. The leftovers? Shady, awkward, or downright tragic—basically the spots even the sun won’t touch. Moral of the story: go early if you want prime seating for world-class people-watching.
The pool itself? Big, bold, and wrapping around the hotel like it owns the joint. The views aren’t bad either—sometimes framed between the thighs of a fellow sunbather. Straight ahead, you’ll find the Key West Bar and Grill, ready to fuel your fun with food and booze. You can play hunter-gatherer and fetch your own drinks, or roll the dice on the poolside waitress… just don’t expect her to sprint.
Pro tip from your naughty travel guide: bring an insulated cup, order two drinks, and combine them into one mega-cocktail. Double-fisting is cute, but sipping from your own personal vat is downright legendary. Cheers, darling—you’ll thank me when you’re still hydrated enough to misbehave after sunset.
Play at Paradise doesn’t just have playrooms—it has three distinct playgrounds for grown-ups.
The first is the couples-only zone. No single wandering eyes here—just pairs slipping in and out. Inside, you’ll find plenty of options: intimate little nooks for two couples to tangle behind sheer curtains (just enough fabric to tease, not enough to hide), and a massive group space with about six beds pushed together. That one? A fan favorite for when “sharing is caring” and could turn into “sharing is daring.”
Upstairs, near the conversation tub, things get hotter. Three adjoining hotel rooms are open to singles and couples, making it prime territory for hot-wife adventures, cuckold fantasies, or just a little mix-and-match fun. Step outside and you’ll find an open deck above the tub, complete with cushy lay-down couches. It’s covered but not walled, so you’re on display without it being a total free-for-all. Bonus: you can look down at the steamy action in the tub below—and if you get loud enough, you might just get cheered on like a naughty rockstar.
Everywhere you go, you’ll find plenty of fresh towels and clean sheets (except outdoors, where you’re expected to towel up and tidy after yourself). The vibe? Music pumping, bodies moving, erotic energy buzzing in the air. Of course, if you prefer a little more privacy, nothing’s stopping you from whisking someone back to your hotel room—or hopping in a golf cart to continue the fun at your condo.
And then there’s the conversation pool itself, pictured on the right. Think of it as one big, wet, social cocktail mixer—besides sipping martinis, people are sipping each other. Perimeter seating means you’re never far from a wandering hand, a stolen kiss, or a blowjob (and yes, sometimes more). Around here, there’s never an excuse not to find a place—or a partner—for play.
There’s no official dress code here—anything goes, from fully dressed to nothing but a towel casually draped over your shoulder (and yes, naked folks, you must sit on a towel—nobody wants your bare buns on the furniture).
Theme weekends are the real stars, and the dress leans heavily in that direction. Think body parts on parade—especially the ladies, who treat “less is more” as an art form. The gents? Those who are particularly proud of the goods often throw on a shirt that’s either unbuttoned or just barely covering the package, like it’s a showroom display.
You’re never required to follow the theme, but fair warning: come Saturday night, most of the women look like they just stepped out of a costume ball—if costume balls came with thigh-high stockings, sequins, and strategically placed cutouts. Regal? Yes. Modest? Not a chance.
Paradise keeps you well-lubricated with two bars. The first one pulls double duty—it’s right by the club and dance floor, and also moonlights as the restaurant. The second, the Key West Bar & Grill, keeps the drinks flowing day and night, with food available during the day. (Insider tip: it’s all coming out of the same kitchen anyway, so don’t expect Gordon Ramsay to pop out with a surprise menu.)
House rules are strict: no sneaking in outside food, booze, water, or even soda. Yep, they’ve thought of everything. Hotel guests are under the same restrictions, which is exactly why so many people snag condos outside the club—so they can stock their own bar, fridge, and late-night snack drawer without anyone policing their Pringles.
The dance club at Paradise is called Club Reveal—and trust me, the name is spot on. There’s always something happening here. Weeknights bring the lighter fare—trivia nights, karaoke, a little warm-up for the week. But come the weekend? Things crank up to full throttle. The dance floor transforms into a steamy spectacle, often featuring naked ladies pressed together in ways that make you wonder if the DJ takes requests for “Hot and Bothered.”
Touching and kissing aren’t just allowed, they’re practically encouraged, and let’s just say more than a few gentlemen strut off the floor standing at attention. It’s all part of the playful, anything-goes vibe that makes Club Reveal the beating heart of the Play at Paradise experience.
Once you’re inside, the pool situation is no joke. The main pool is massive—on a holiday weekend it can feel like half the state decided to jump in, with 500+ bodies splashing, mingling, and floating around.
If you like things a little warmer (and steamier), there’s the legendary conversation pool/tub, with seating all around the perimeter. It's a guess but this pool/tub could have room for a hundred or more people to cozy up shoulder-to-shoulder… or lip-to-lip. Right next to it, you’ll find a full-on hot tub cranked up even hotter—perfect for when the conversation pool isn’t quite sizzling enough.
And for those who prefer their fun with a competitive streak, there’s the volleyball pool. But be warned: this isn’t a lazy splash-around. These guys and girls play like it’s the Olympics of sexy spikes. If you plan on jumping in, bring your A-game—or risk being sent back to the shallow end in shame.
Single men are welcome—but only in limited numbers. It’s not exactly a budget-friendly hangout, but it is the kind of place where you just might bump into a hot wife or two. The rules of survival are simple: show respect, bring your A-game, and for the love of cocktails, don’t get sloppy drunk. Cross that line and you won’t just get kicked out—you’ll be shamed out.
Single ladies? The velvet rope isn’t nearly as tight for you. You’ll breeze in with far fewer hoops to jump through. Just know this: once inside, the spotlight is yours, and the attention will follow you everywhere. Consider yourself warned—in the best possible way.
prices
Now, the vibe—
So… would we go back?
Website Software