To the airport.

We shared a minivan taxi with Bill and Emma to the airport. Bill and I just carried enough to fit in a duffel bag each but the girls still brought a large suitcase -- they insisted to have different outfits for a stroll, a romantic dinner, and dancing but I joked that they would be in bikinis (or less) for most of the week. While we waited to board our plane our wives kept themselves busy by looking at baby magazines and books on their tablets, reminding Bill and I the point of the getaway vacation.

"Mike and I are going to grab a beer," Bill told the girls. They nodded and went back to their tablets. We sat down at the bar at the first class lounge and ordered two pints.

I looked around us to make sure our wives or anyone else wasn't within earshot of what I was about to say. "Hey Bill, out of curiosity, since we're going to swingers resort would you fuck another woman if Emma said yes?"

"Sure but only if noone else fucks her," he answered bluntly. "Other than you, of course. What about you?"

I paused and looked at my beer. I was going to spend most of the week fucking his gorgeous wife to try (again) to impregnate her. I don't know if I would have the energy to fuck another woman on top of Emma and my wife. "I actually don't know."

"What if Sam said yes?"

"And noone else fucks her?"

"Other than me," he chuckled.

"I guess maybe?" I took a swig of my beer. "But I'm not complaining having about another opportunity to have sex with your wife."

"Ditto," Bill laughed, he raised his glass to toast. "To our wives!"

Then the intercom announced we would be boarding. As we waited in the first class line with our wives, Bill and I couldn't help notice two hot Asian girls joining the queue behind us. They noticed we were with our spouses but winked at us out of eyesight of Sam and Emma.

"I wonder if they're going to the resort too?" I whispered to Bill.

He shrugged with a grin. "We'll find out."