A long flight to Jamaica.

I had told Sam after our honeymoon that I would never fly in economy class again because at six feet tall I was willing to pay extra to sit comfortably with leg space. She initially argued to save money but her mind was changed when she had to travel to Rome on business a few years ago. From gate to gate the flight was about six hours, so the extra space and privacy of our seats was worth the money. Bill and Emma wholeheartedly agreed.

Bill and I nodded at each other when we spotted the two hot Asian girls sitting a couple rows behind us. There were many resorts around Montego Bay so the chances of them going to the same one as us, especially considering it was a "clothing optional" adults only resort, was slim. Nonetheless, I tempted to ask where they were going without arousing suspicion from our wives. I guess my curiousity built up after my question to Bill at the airport bar about fucking someone else besides our wives and the fact I had actually never had sex with an Asian woman before.

While the girls watched some cheesy romantic musical movie I got up to go to the lavatory. There were a couple people already in line, including one of the two Asian girls.

"God, I hate having a small bladder," I remarked.

"Tell me about it," she smiled back. "Are you here with your wife?"

"Yeah and her friend and her husband," I replied. "We're taking a much needed vacation together!"

"Oh, that's great. I'm going with my girlfriend," she said as someone stepped out of the washroom and the person in front of her stepped in. "Which resort are you guys going to?"

I wondered if she meant girlfriend as in "best friend forever" girlfriend or "we're lovers" girlfriend. "Sybaris," I whispered.

"Really?" she gasped, before realizing she may have said spoke too loudly. "We're going there too!"

"It's a great place," I smiled.

"You've been there before?" she asked and I nodded. "This will be our first time. We're a bit nervous about going a swingers' resort."

"Everyone gets nervous their first time..." I started to say before the lavatory door opened. "By the way, I'm Mike."

"I'm Julia," she smiled before disappearing into the washroom.

I wanted to talk to her a bit more after she got out but more people showed up behind me, including Bill. Before I headed back to my seat I whispered to Bill about the two Asian girls and he gave me a big grin and pat on the back.

We landed at Sangster International Airport in Montego Bay and found a shuttle bus to take us to Sybaris. Coincidentally the two Asian girls got on the bus with us. The driver said it would take about half hour drive to the resort, so Julia broke the ice.

"Hi, I'm Julia," she introduced herself, "and this is my girlfriend, Katsumi."

"Hi," her auburn-haired girlfriend smiled.

"Hi girls, I'm Samantha and this is my husband, Mike," my wife said.

"Hi, I'm Emma and this is my husband, Bill." Bill tipped his baseball cap in acknowledgement.

Gratefully Julia didn't mention that I chatted with her while waiting in line. She's probably smart enough to know that wives can be a tad jealous when their husbands talk to beautiful strangers, especially when going to a swingers' resort. But my wife isn't the jealous type -- most of the time.

"This is our first time to this type of resort," Katsumi noted.

"We're a bit nervous about it," Julia added, giving me a look.

"Well, we've been to these types of resorts before and you can say no to the men -- or women -- you aren't interested in," Emma chuckled.

"Yeah, eventually we decided just stick with each other," Sam giggled.

"Really? You mean you swap husbands?" Katsumi gasped.

Bill and I nodded proudly.

The two Asian girls whispered to each other and before Julia spoke. "Do you mind if we hang around with you guys? At least for the first few days?"

Then it our wives' turn to look at each other.