"So let me get this straight, Nick," my wife, Heather began after a long fifteen seconds of silence. "You'd like Christian and I to attend you and Marie's wedding to another couple at that nudie resort in Jamaica ya'll like to go to?"
Nick and Marie, sitting across the antique coffee table on the other couch in our small living room, nodded. Marie answered, "Yes, our commitment ceremony to Harold and Laura at Hedo."
"That couple we met at your beer tasting party a few months ago?" I asked, equally skeptical.
"Yes, that's them," Nick replied. "We've been dating almost two years now and want to come out as a committed Polly quad before they move in with us permanently."
I looked at my wife of 17 years and back to Nick and Marie. Exasperated I said, "Are you guys fucking with us? Is there a camera somewhere?"
We'd known Nick and Marie for almost ten years since we first moved into the neighborhood and had become friends almost at once. I'd stop by for a beer once or twice a week, and Nick and I would talk sports or politics. Heather and Marie would go out a few times a month to shop or get their nails done. Marie would drag Heather to a bar when a local metal band Marie liked was playing.
"No, Christian, this is for real," Marie continued. "I'm sure it sounds crazy. Hell, it is crazy! But it's our life and you're our friends and we would love it if you and Heather would consider coming and being part of our special day."
Heather took Marie's hand across the coffee table. "Marie, sweetie. I know I said after the first time you guys went there how happy you looked, and I giggled with you when you told me about how liberating it was being naked in front of strangers."
She paused and then continued, "But I'm sure you remember how after your second trip I told you that there was no way I could do those kinds of things. Or would be okay with Christian doing those kinds of things. I know you are, and that's... fine, but Christian and I just aren't like that."
Marie took in a breath and answered back, "We understand. And I hope you aren't offended that we asked. We aren't looking to swing with you or tempt you into the lifestyle. We're just your friends, and thought you might have a good time at the resort enjoying the sun and the food and the booze and each other."
Heather looked at Marie skeptically and then Marie continued, "The kids are what, 15 and 13 now? When was the last time you had a vacation where you could just be a little wild together without worry?"
"Thank you both for thinking of us, really. And we'll look forward to hanging out with the four of you when you get back. But I don't think that place is for us," I replied.
***
"Careful, Chris, you're going to wake the kids!"
I had one of Heather's long dark legs pinned back almost behind her ear as I fucked her in the bed, my pale white seven inch rod buried into her dark brown pussy, my red pubic hair contrasting against her kinky black hair. Her B sized breasts were still wobbling even as I slowed down. I'd been making the bed squeak and hadn't even realized it.
Heather is black and Italian. At 5'3" and 150 she is round and gorgeous. She stared at me with her beautiful green-gold eyes in a face that at 42 didn't show a single sign of her age. I knew my own 44 year old face had developed more than a few 'worry lines'.
