Jesse had brought his wife, who then called the other wives, who called a few friends, and the next thing they had pretty much a full blown party. The... guys had tried to play cards, but the ladies were getting kind of wild and one thing led to another and now he was down a full bottle of the good scotch and 4 bottles of champagne! They guys were surely getting laid tonight! He, alas, could not say the same.Brian went up and changed into his swim trunks, figuring a good long soak in the hot tub. You notice that I always refer to the activity as sharing. We didn't consider ourselves to be swingers. Suk and I defined swinging as a high production fucking of another's wife or husband. There was little friendship, but rather the exploitation of each other's sex organs. That just wasn't us. Any one that we shared each other with was truly a friend and the sex between us seemed much more rewarding, the orgasms more intense. There was no love between the couples, but there were strong. The warmth of her thighs escaped leaving his bare ass to feel suddenly chilled."Now, let's get you into a hot bath. That will finish the treatment and you should sleep all night like you haven't slept since you were a young boy." Nah, let's skip the bath, Debbie. The massage was great, so I don't think the bath will be necessary." You are impossible, honey," Debbie said in mock annoyance. "The bath is part of the treatment and besides, I don't want all that oil on your back to get on the. W-why would he—”“Hated each other like kids hate each other.” Art motioned to the TV, and the sitcom that had started playing. “Like a script from a show. I was sure they’d get together eventually.”“Oh.” She hadn’t ever talked to Mason; hadn’t ever talked to any of them except for her two friends Art and Matt, really. Maybe she shouldn’t have brought her up. Yeah, that was dumb. “So, I should, uh ... I should g-get going.”“Already?” Matt said.“You should stay.” Art reached out and put a hand on.