They arrived at Sybaris.

We chatted with our new friends while the bus took us along the north coast of Jamaica because palm trees and hedge fences of resorts blocked the view of the shore. About half an hour after we left the airport we finally pulled up to the resort.

"Welcome to Sybaris!" the bus driver announced before helping the ladies off the bus. He gave Bill and me a wink and whispered out of earshot of the girls, "Have fun, mon!"

"Oh we will!" I grinned back and shook his hand with a twenty dollar bill in my palm.

Bill and I helped carry the girls' luggage to the front desk where we checked in. We had reserved a two bedroom cabin with its own private plunge pool, whirlpool, and outdoor shower since we did not plan to socialize others outside of dining and dancing. Julia and Katsumi had booked a small suite with two twin beds and a balcony overlooking the pool. However, I suspect they would be spending most of their time with us at our cabin. We agreed to freshen up before meeting up lunch.

Our cabin was on the far side of the resort, offering privacy from leering eyes. As an clothing optional resort, we had past some people walking around nude with bad tan lines -- most were older couples who were out shape and in denial they were no longer on their prime. Occasionally an attractive woman in skimpy bikinis would saunter past us, smiling at Bill and me but our wives would nudge us with their elbows.

"What? I'm not touching the merchandise!" Bill exclaimed with a mock injury to his chest. "What's wrong with window shopping?"

"Four women for a week can't hold your interest?" Emma scoffed.

"Well, that's four between Mike and I," he laughed, which he got another deserved elbow to the stomach from his wife.

We forgotten about the other women when we reached our spacious cabin, with its amazing view of the white sand beach and clear blue water.

I didn't bother unpacking my duffle bag and grabbed a beer from the fridge with Bill. We tapped our bottles as a toast.

"I'm not complaining about fucking four beautiful women for a week," I said before taking a sip of me beer.

"But if you had the chance to fuck more, wouldn't you?" Bill asked. "I mean with your wife's permission."

"I don't know..."

Bill looked over his shoulder to make sure Emma was not behind him. "I would," he whispered. "This may be our last chance at reliving our swinging days before we become responsible parents in the burbs!"

I stared at the beach and saw a man fucking two women and was reminded of the orgies we participated before we retired in order to get pregnant.

"Yeah, I guess," I nodded.

"Now we just have to convinced the girls to let us have more pussy," Bill chuckled before our wives came out of the bedrooms.