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MANDY

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I couldn't believe my ears. I had to actively keep my jaw from dropping to the floor as I listened to Billy explain how he and Rene had partner swapped with their friends. Scott seemed just as uncomfortable. His hand, which had been resting gently on my right leg all night suddenly was clenched on my thigh.

"I was hesitant at first," Rene jumped in. "But once I committed it was really fun."

"To be honest," Billy continued. "We were sort of hoping to do that with you guys in St. Thomas. We were even trying to, well, show off for you guys, if you know what I mean."

I knew exactly what he meant. It was the reason I was so nervous for them coming over. I was just trying to suppress it and keep the charade going that I was seeing things that week. I should back up.

As I mentioned, we met Billy and Rene in St. Thomas. We met them at the pool bar when I struck up conversation with them. What I left out is that I had noticed them looking at us for a few days before that. It wasn't anything creepy or off-putting. If anything, it was the opposite. There was something inviting about the way they looked at us. Scott never noticed but, when I asked him about it, he didn't mind the excuse to keep checking out Rene.

My mind started to wander. Each day their PDA became more open and obvious. At one point I saw Rene slide her hand down Billy's swim trunks and squeeze his ass. Billy playfully pulled the string loose on Rene's top, causing her to cover her large breasts with her hands. She yelled at him for it but it seemed more playful than actual scolding. Rene's bathing suits seemed to somehow get skimpier and skimpier each day. Then, one day while they were out on an excursion, I was able to take my mind off of it and convince myself that I was just seeing things. That is until I saw them in the pool cabana one night.

We had gone to take a walk like we had every night, enjoying the cool breeze and the neon lights of the late night areas of the resort. On the way out I noticed some voices coming from the cabana. On the way back I noticed them again. I glanced to find the curtain parted just enough to peak inside where I saw a woman from behind, bent over, her blonde hair pulled up in a pony-tail that bobbed up and down with the motions of her head. Then a man's face peaked up, his expression seemingly full of pain. My pulse jumped as we made eye contact. I quickly looked away and picked up my pace.

It was Billy. And the woman was Rene. And that expression wasn't pain.

The image replayed in my mind like a GIF on loop as we climbed the stairs to our room. I nearly shoved Scott through the door. I immediately shed my clothes and made love to him like we were in a movie. Truth be told, Scott and I had been having great sex all week. Lots of great sex. Intentional or not, Billy and Rene's antics had gotten me charged up and Scott was certainly not going to complain.

"I was just too hesitant since you guys seemed so... innocent," Billy continued. "And we really enjoyed your company. It never felt quite right in the moment."