Chapter 10: Soft Swinging

“Dinner is at seven?” asked Steve. He had fallen asleep on the bed, only waking when he felt Brenda stirring.

“Drinks at seven, and then dinner.” Brenda. She was wearing a resort bathrobe and taking a bag into the bathroom.

“And afterwards?”

“And afterwards will take care of afterwards. Just go with the flow. I don’t plan to wear much, and neither should you. Now, I need to get ready.”

Steve knew what that meant. Brenda was going to touch up her shaving and give herself an enema. They didn’t assfuck every day, or even every week, but when they were planning a sexy date night or weekend. Brenda made sure she was cleaned up and cleaned out.

Steve pulled on a pair of khaki trousers and a linen shirt for dinner, leaving off any underwear. Then he sat down on the balcony and waited for his wife to finish her preparations. When she came out to find him, she was wearing a white microminidress and a pair of matching high-heeled sandals. Steve smiled as he took in Brenda’s outfit; it was new, and he had never seen it before. It had a bustier top that was very low cut and practically backless and sideless, and the hem barely covered her bottom. “Wow!”

“You like?”

“Absolutely! If you want we can blow off dinner and I can fuck you a few times right now!”

Brenda laughed. “I will remember that the next time I need a good, quick fuck. Right now, though, I want to go downstairs and learn more about soft swinging. Then we can fuck and watch other people fuck!”

“I don’t suppose I get a vote on this,” he commented, rubbing his stiff cock through his pants.

“No!” His wife headed back into their room and grabbed her purse. “Don’t forget your key.”

Steve stood and followed her inside, closing the door to the balcony. “Don’t you have your key in your purse.”

She shrugged. “Yes, but more importantly, I have the tube of Tropic Desire in here, in case we need some lube later. You know, like when you decide to stick your big fat cock up my ass! Let’s go!” She went to the door.

“Coming.”

“Not yet, but you will be,” she laughed.

Steve rolled his eyes and followed Brenda down the hall to the elevators and rode with her down to the lobby. From there he trailed her to the bar that Brenda and Cindy had specified to meet in. They found the Wanamakers sitting at a low table towards the side, and the two women waved to each other. Brenda took her husband’s hand and pulled him behind her. Bill was wearing dark pants and a white shirt, and Cindy was wearing a long wrap halter dress, very sheer, and a pair of ankle-strapped high heels.

“Hi, guys!” exclaimed Cindy. “I am so glad you decided to join us! Bill and I are really looking forward to tonight!”

“Evening. Glad to have you join us,” agreed Bill.

“We were very excited when you asked,” replied Brenda. “We talked about it last night, and again this morning.”

“Really? Like what?” asked Cindy.

Any answer had to wait until after the waitress who had come up asked them for their orders, two rum punches, a mai tai, and a seven-and-seven. Only when they were alone again did Brenda respond obliquely. “So, what did you guys do today?”

“We did another photoshoot down by the pools,” answered Bill.

“Oh? How’d that work out?” asked Steve.

Bill shrugged and smiled. “About like normal.”

Cindy giggled and smacked her husband’s arm. “What that means is that I put on one of my Wicked Weasel bikinis and he grabbed the camera, and we went down to the pool area. He took some shots of me in and around the pool, and then we went to one of the little hideaways and took some more shots.”

“Uh...”, started Brenda.

“We started out with me in my bikini, and then I started taking it off. I first got topless, and then lost the bottoms, and then Bill just kept taking photos. Afterwards, we got busy.”

“So, you mean...”

Bill replied, “There’s only so much you can put on the Wicked Weasel website. Photos can be topless, and even bottomless, but you have to have one of their swimsuits in the photos, and they can’t be explicit.” At the curious looks from the Olivers, he explained, “No shots of Cindy getting herself off, for instance. Those shots we keep private. Usually...”

“Always!” interjected his wife.

“ ... I end up putting the camera down and we start fucking.”

“Very hot!” said Brenda. Steve agreed with her.

“What about you two? What did you do today?” Cindy asked.

“We slept late and then went down to the Thoroughfare and did a nature hike.”

Bill nodded. “A short one or a long one? They have some of those that go all the way to the top of the mountain.”

Steve snorted. “We’re not that crazy. We got one of those picnic backpacks and did one of the short hikes.”

“We stopped along the way and rested for a bit, too,” admitted a grinning Brenda.

“Resting? Just how restful was it?” teased Cindy.

Both Brenda and Steve smiled and shrugged. “We rested ... eventually,” Steve said.

“We screwed a few times before heading back here. We like doing it outside and where people might catch us,” added Brenda.

Cindy smiled and said, “Very cool!” Then she looked at Brenda and said, “I love your lingerie.”

Brenda’s eyes popped open as she realized she hadn’t been very discreet as she sat across from their friends, but then Cindy spread her legs and showed that she didn’t have any panties on either. Cindy was completely shaved just like Brenda was. “I like yours, too.”

They finished their drinks and ordered a second round, all while discussing the details of the day’s activities. Then they carried their drinks into the dining room and were seated. After reviewing their menus and ordering, they began talking about the plans for the evening.

“So, how does this work?” asked Steve. “We’ve never actually done this before.”

“No?” replied both Wanamakers.

Brenda was the one who answered. “No. We’ve had sex where other people might have seen us, but never as ... as ... explicitly as tonight.”

Bill looked at his wife and then shrugged. “Well, there’s two ways to do it. One way is to do it sequentially, you know, one couple has sex while the other watches, and then they switch off, or both couples start having sex at the same time. To be fair about it, at some point, both couples are fucking at the same time.”

Cindy nodded and said, “We’ve done it both ways.”

Brenda glanced at her husband and then asked, “You’ve done other types of swinging, too, right?”

Steve was surprised by the question, but he was curious, too. Bill answered, “Yes, frequently, but I didn’t think you were interested.”

“No, but we ... I am curious,” said Brenda.

Steve reached over and took her hand. “I’m curious, too, but not tonight.”

“Okay.”

Cindy said, “The big thing is to sort out any rules ahead of time. You don’t want any surprises.”

“Like?” asked Brenda.

“Like who can do what to whom. What is off limits, if anything. That sort of thing.”

“Huh.”

Cindy added, “And make sure you have a good supply of condoms.” Bill nodded.

They had to take a break while their dinners were served and then began discussing the coming evening some more. Bill asked, “Actually, we’d like you to help us. We want to take some pictures tonight.”

Both Brenda and Steve leaned back, distancing themselves from a suggestion they hadn’t expected, when Cindy hurriedly told them, “Not of you, but of us!”

Bill quickly explained, “It’s really difficult to take photos of us together. We can put a camera on a tripod, and add a timer or something, but it’s just not the same. We would really like it if you two would take photos of us together in the room, you know, going at it.”

“You wouldn’t be in the pictures!” added Cindy.

Brenda looked at Steve and then nodded. “We could do that.”

“That would be so cool!” gushed Cindy.

They continued discussing different types of swinging, and the Wanamakers told the Olivers about some of the sex parties they had been to. Eventually they finished with dinner and were just dawdling over their coffee. Bill looked at Steve and Brenda and said, “Let’s go.”

Brenda looked at her husband for a second, but he simply smiled and nodded. They signed for their dinners and Steve stood, taking Brenda’s hand. “Let’s go.” They followed the Wanamakers out of the restaurant and to the elevators.

When they got to the Wanamakers’ room, both Brenda and Steve were surprised that it didn’t have a king size bed, but two queen size beds. “I’m surprised you didn’t go for the king size,” commented Steve.

“Oh, no, we asked for one with the two queens,” answered Cindy.

“Really? Why?” asked Brenda. She thought they were only for couples with young children.

Bill answered, “A lot of couples-only adult places have a percentage of their rooms with two queen beds. That way if anybody wants to have a party there’s extra beds. Sometimes we’ve been to a resort with friends, or we hope to make some friends while we’re there ... like now.”

“Oh!”

Bill went to the dresser and lifted a bottle of whiskey. “Something to break the ice?”

“Sure,” said Steve.

Bill took the wrappers off the four plastic cups and poured some of the liquor in each. He passed them around and said, “Skoal!” The others added their toasts.

Bill set down his cup and opened the top dresser drawer to pull out a camera case. Opening it, he removed what looked like a fancy camera and then attached a light to it. Turning to the Olivers, he asked, “So, who’s going to be the photographer?”

“That would be Steve,” answered Brenda.

Steve nodded. “I can do it. How’s it work, and what’s the plan?”

Bill went over to Steve and said, “This turns it on...” He hit a small switch, and the camera gave a soft whine before settling down. “ ... and this little switch works the zoom. This button takes the photo. Feel free to take lots of shots; it has a huge memory, and the optional memory card is installed. Here, take a few shots.” He and Cindy went across the room and stood side by side and smiled.

Steve aimed the camera and looked through the view finder. He touched the button and was surprised by the brief flash but then took a few more. Then he took the camera from his eye and asked, “Was that okay?”

“Let’s see.” Bill came over, took the camera, and started flipping through the photos. “Just fine. The camera is practically idiot-proof and has an autofocus and autoflash and the battery is fully charged.”

“Idiot-proof. We’re all set, Steve,” commented Brenda.

“No comments from the peanut gallery. So, what’s the plan for the photoshoot?” continued Steve.

Bill and Cindy looked at each other. “We hadn’t really thought about that,” said Cindy.

“That’s not completely true,” added Bill. “I was thinking of something really simple. Cindy and I start kissing, then that moves into some heavy petting, and we undress each other. After that, we do some oral and then just fuck our brains out. Steve, you just take lots of shots. Brenda, you can be the director and tell us when to do stuff and what to do.”

Steve looked at his wife, who nodded back, and said, “We can do that.”

Brenda nodded. “Can I make a suggestion?”

“Sure,” said Cindy.

“Why don’t you do it like a story of sorts? Start out coming in the door together, or Cindy, you out on the balcony and then Bill goes outside, and you start things out there. Something more than just making out next to a bed.”

Cindy looked at her husband and grinned. “I told you they would be great for this!” She turned back to the Olivers and said, “I love it! Let’s do this!”

Everybody finished their drinks and then the ‘Director’ got everybody into position. She had Cindy stand out on the balcony with the screen door open and the outside light on. Bill said he was already going commando, so once they got busy, nothing would slow them down. She had Steve get into position and Brenda moved behind him. Laughing, she said, “Action! Steve, start taking shots! Get a few of Cindy looking like she’s about to fuck her brains out.”