Swingers Resort

"I can't believe that I let you talk me into this," complained Lisa as she helped her husband load the last of their bags into the car.

"Really," Rick laughed, "because you seemed really interested when you found out that you had a shot with Joe."

Lisa couldn't deny that at all. When they had found out that their longtime friends were swingers and that they were inviting them to their yearly meet up, Lisa had been near salivating at the idea of Joe being her partner.

"W-well you can't tell me that you hadn't thought the same about Tiffany."

"Actually no. I don’t know what's going on between her and Joe, but something tells me I'm better off with someone else."

Meanwhile across town, their friends were also getting the last of their bags packed. Joe sighed as Tiffany tossed the bottle of fertility pills in her purse.

"Tiff, you realize that we have a rule about condoms at these meetings, right?"

"I know but... We've tried for years. I know your accident put our chances at next to zero, but babe i want a kid. This could be my only chance."

"Sure, maybe, but its still wrong. At the end of the day, you will be lying to someone and if they find out, it could ruin relationships. I want to raise a kid with you too Tiff, but is being sneaky really worth it?."

Joe left his wife to think her plan over while he he text William to check on the flight schedule.

In another part of town, William shot an answer back to Joe before checking his notes. Two new couples were joining this year, but one of the regulars had dropped out. He had met with both of the new couples a few times and they seemed like good people. Rick and Lisa were new to swinging, but Bobby and his wife Gabrielle were veterans from up north. Bobby had even been kind enough to provide references from their old group, and everything had checked out

He began to absent-mindedly reach for his notebook when it was suddenly placed in his hand. Will looked up from his phone and smiled at his wife.

Fiona gave him a teasing smile as he took the notebook. "You left it in the kitchen. I had a feeling that you would be looking for it about now."

"You know me so well," he said and gave her a kiss when she leaned down.

"So these newbies, anyone that you might enjoy seeing me with?"

"Both seem promising. Rick is gym buddies with Joe, but he is a lot more casual with his workout. More lean than muscle. Bobby on the other hand... He's a gamer and a bit of a geek. A little bit pudgy. I know that's normally not your type, but some of his references make me feel that you might enjoy him more."

Fiona giggled at the assessment. She loved her husband for always thinking about her desires, but she hadn't asked what she would like.

"Dear, i asked for your desires for me, not what i might prefer."

William went quiet and closed his eyes for a moment. He loved watching her perform, but...

"Anyone but Anton."

"I see. He's the reason that the Millers dropped out... I can't promise what results the fishbowl will hand us, but I don't really want to be alone with him either."

Bobby signed off of his game and spun the chair to look at his wife as she came in through the back patio. Gabrielle, being the free spirit that she was, had just come from the outdoor shower. Although their bathroom had a perfectly good shower, his Hispanic wife liked to be naked in nature as much as possible, so they had a privacy fence installer along with an open outdoor shower and a beautiful garden with a fountain and pool. The college dorm next door was all male, and several of the young men had already offered to come do landscaping work after seeing Gabrielle outside sunbathing.

"I'm nervous," he confessed as she toweled off in the entryway.

"I know baby, but its ok. You were nervous at first back in New York too."

"Yeah but a lot of them were my gaming buddies. Sure William seems nice, but he told me about the other couples. One is a big gym guy and a bit buff, another works out too just stay stay in shape, and the third seems to be God's gift to whomever he can fuck. I'm worried that i don't measure up."

Gabrielle came over and sat in his lap. She gave him a loving kiss and patted his pudgy belly. Gabrielle had always loved her husband's pudge, even though she knew that he sometimes felt like they were mismatched.

"Baby listen to me ok? You are a sweet and amazing man. And if that isn't enough, then I can assure you that you "measure up" in plenty of other ways."

"So do you my love," Bobby said as he playfully squeezed one of her tits. They laughed for a moment before separating to get ready for the flight.

"You're plotting something."

"What could possibly give you that idea?"

Ashley gave her husband "the look" that he had gotten used to. It had several meanings, but usually with him it mean "I know you and your bullshit." She usually meant it lovingly, but Anton had a strong feeling that this time she was more tired of his bullshit than just knowing of it.

"My darling, when have I ever been anything other than the picture of innocence?"

That bullshit drew an actual laugh out of her. Ashley grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. Anton for his part allowed it to hit his face without struggling. The fact that she wasn't wrong about him plotting may have attributed to his lack of actually defending himself. Anton was thankful that his wife was patient and willing to put up with him, because he was honestly a lot more trouble than anyone should have to deal with.

"Well," she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I may be hoping... perhaps... to get a chance to push Fiona a bit this year."

"Not this again Anton! You overstepped with Beth last year, and now her and her husband have pulled out of our meet up! Don't do the same thing with the actual organizer's wife!"

"Well if the actual organizer was bisexual, I would try it with him instead. He could use someone pulling that overly studious stick out of his ass and having another, much more fun stick shoved in there."

"Here it comes, the "Oh woe is me for being the only bisexual guy" sob story."

"How cruel," Anton said dramatically. This earned him another pillow to the face.

"I'm serious Anton. Don't push things this year. I'm not losing my friends over your bullshit."

"I promise to be a boy scout."

"You were kicked out of them too, if I recall," she said skeptically.

And so, five couples soon set out for the airport, all with their own thoughts and desires on the week ahead.