An invitation

Steve pulls on a pair of boxer shorts and rushes to the door, still half asleep. On the other side he finds a bell boy, whose eyes drift quickly over his naked body, pausing just slightly too long on the gaping front of his boxers.

"I was asked to deliver an invitation for Steve and Amanda," the man said with a smile. He holds out a white envelope.

"Uh...thank you," Steve said, instinctively reaching for his wallet, which of course he didn't have on him. "Sorry, I'm not dressed. Let me find my wallet."

"No need, sir," the bell boy said. "You've given me reward enough."

His eyes dropped back to Steve's boxers, which was when he realized he was sporting morning wood, which was protruding from his boxer shorts. The other man turned and left.

Blushing, Steve closed the door and looked at the envelope, which had their names hand written on the front.

"What is it?" Amanda asked.

"I don't know," Steve said as he opened it. Inside he found a card. It read:

YOU ARE CORDIALLY INVITED TO A "BREAKFAST BUFFET" THIS MORNING AT THE GOLDBERG'S. THERE WILL BE SOMETHING FOR EVERY TASTE. RULES ARE AS DISCUSSED PREVIOUSLY. THIS WILL BE "ALL YOU CAN EAT" SO COME HUNGRY.

At the end it gave a cabin number.

"I think we just got formally invited to that swingers orgy," he said.

"When?"

"Right now, I suppose," Steve said, reading through the invite again.

He thought back on their encounter with the two retirees yesterday. He specifically remembered Carl's massive cock and for just a moment he imagined what Amanda would look like with that big thing shoved up her tight asshole.

"We're not going, are we?" she asked.

He was surprised she was asking him, but he wasn't used to his new dominant role in their relationship. Clearly she hadn't.

But should he use his new found powers for something like this? Or should he keep his focus on Becca?