Walkers Island Resort here we come

"I'm easy either way," Hank said, standing in baggage claim with their post-cruise group, everyone looking a little worse for the long and unexpectedly early return. He looked at Veevee. "Honey?"

Veevee grinned. "Walkers Island Resort, here we come!" She laughed. "Let's give Gary and Lil a chance to tidy up before we barge in all unexpected."

"Not unexpected. We left a couple messages," Hank said.

"You think they're checking messages?" Veevee said. "Gary OR Lil?"

Peter laughed. "Nope!" Gary was his best friend, and he knew his best friend well.

"Point," Hank said. He sighed. "You're right. They're not going to check before the day we're due back. So cruise after-party it is."

Veevee gave a long, wicked chuckle. "My plan is to wear you boys out."

Sally Walker sniffed. "Excuse me? You're not the only girl in town."

Sandy Wise grabbed hold of Peter Walker. "My boyfriend? Get in line."

"I'm sure we'll work things out," Veevee said. "I can't be everywhere at once."

"Wouldn't put it past you to try, hon," Hank said. "But that's why I love you."

"And that's why I love you, sweetheart," Veevee said. She dropped her voice so it wouldn't carry. "You love to watch me fuck." Veevee cleared her throat and spoke up again. "And that's why I married you."

"Let's take this somewhere less public, hey?" Jim Walker said.

The travel-weary party of six and their diminished luggage packed into the back of the rental car shuttle. Veevee parked herself in Peter Walker's lap, while Sandy Wise sat on Sally Walker's lap, one hand on her boyfriend's hip and the other on Jim Walker's belt. Sally Walker held Sandy around the waist from behind, not quite touching up the younger woman's breasts. Each of them had been a lover to all the others on the cruise, and the next few days were a chance to linger in that golden circle before Hank and Veevee went back to their house, and Peter and Sandy left for their planned trip overseas.

No one else in the shuttle paid attention to the slow-motion, clothes-on foreplay in back. They were fellow cruise ship passengers, bone-weary from a long day of cramped flights and airport departure seats after leaving the disabled ship, and the only afterparty each was looking forward to was a wash, a change, and their own soft bed.