This story is like the rest of my stories in that I do not write them with much descriptive sex in them. I like to think that my style is more of describing the chase, than the actual catch. It is just a quirk I have. This story should have enough facts for you to use your imagination to fill it in though.
I like the constructive criticism comments I get back from readers because I learn from them. The slash and burn comments will be deleted as soon as I see them because they are meaningless and a waste of time both yours and mine.
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My wife, Angie and I were sitting in the lounge at the airport waiting for our flight to the Caribbean side of Mexico to be called. The flight was an early one. It was so early in the morning that it was still dark outside. The early departure was hard on the system, but we had done this a few times in the past and knew we could get a bit of sleep on the plane. It was a four-hour flight and by the time you landed you were rested enough to get settled in the room at the destination, then you could spend the afternoon getting oriented.
We took off for warmer climates every year about this time just to relax. The hot sun on a sandy beach was the biggest motivating factor to get away from the ice and snow in the area we lived in.
Another big bonus on these trips we also used the holiday to let our hair down and get some excitement in our lives. By letting our hair down, I mean, if we found some others that had the same idea about sex that we did and liked the idea of swapping partners, we'd go for it, just for the no strings fun times. I guess you could call us swingers, even though at home, we didn't live that lifestyle too much. We had been enjoying the lifestyle since early on in our relationship, mainly when we were away from home, thus avoiding the prying eyes of people we knew.
This year's trip was different than the normal. We had some friends coming on this trip with us. That happened because we were talking about our hopes of getting away one night over coffee at Bev and Dave's place. Bev thought it was a great way to get out from under the six inches of snow that had just been dumped on us, and decided Dave and she should join us. Dave reluctantly agreed to the idea, but we all could see he didn't really want to go. He was a big homebody, so he wasn't as enthused as Bev was about getting away for the holidays.
Bev was soon energetically planning along with Angie. The two of them hit the computer to find a deal and they booked everything online once they did find that perfect place. The hotel was an adult five-star resort, with an all inclusive package. In the Past Angie and I had stayed at a few places that were for families, and having kids around spoiled the relaxation, and the night life. Consequently, we wanted the adult setting.
I should explain that Bev and Angie had been friends since about grade four and that friendship continues to this day. Bev was Angie's bride's maid at our wedding where Bev met Dave. Dave was there as a guest of some cousin or other, and for whatever reason they started going out. I had always thought there was something weird about Dave, but if Angie's best friend was going out with him, I could be civil to him, even if I didn't like being around him.
After Bev and Dave got married, we soon found out Dave thought he was a man's man and the woman was supposed to do as the man says. Since they got married, he had turned into the conservative, "Don't change a thing guy" and hated any change in his routine. All he ever wanted to do was go to work, come home and sit in front of the TV with a beer. On his days off, the most work he did was hook up his camper, and the two of them went to a campground where the most he ever contributed on their time there was putting his beer cans in the waste can.
They went to this same campground every weekend and holiday of the year, be it summer or winter. Bev was tired of that, and was bored going to the same old place and seeing the same old things. Plus she was the one stuck with making meals and cleaning up all the time. In her words it was, "Just like at home except there wasn't as much hot water or other conveniences." That's why Bev was the one pressuring Dave into the holiday in a sunny locale, especially when she figured she wouldn't have to cook, or even make the bed.
I think the only reason Dave told Bev he would go on the holiday was to get Bev to quit bothering him about it. As the day of our trip got closer Bev naturally got more excited, but we should have known something would happen because Dave got progressively quieter about the plans and was grumbling loudly about not going to his favorite camping spot.
The big day was here and Angie and I were sitting in the departure lounge finishing our coffee and wondering where our friends were. They were almost out of time to be able to board the plane. I had just impatiently checked my watch again when I saw Bev angrily stomping down the concourse towards us. There was no sign of Dave, and Bev looked mad as hell about something. I said to Angie, "I think Bev is mad about something, I'm sure that's steam coming out of her ears."
Angie replied, "I can see that, I wonder where Dave is?"
Just then they announced our boarding, and when I asked Bev about Dave I got glared at and told in a pissed off voice, "Don't ask." As we made our way to the plane I did hear her tell Angie, "You won't believe what that asshole husband of hers tried to pull off. He can rot in hell as far as I am concerned." Believe me she didn't sound happy about things.
Once on the plane Bev and Angie sat in the seats behind me so they could talk. The original plans were for the four of us to have first class seats with Bev and Dave sitting in the row behind us. The change was OK for me because I now had a lot more room to stretch out in.
