So, after our last water volleyball game I lingered with the girls in the hot tub again. They asked where we were going that night and I told them we were probably going to just play it by ear. There was a famous night spot in Cabo we hadn't been to yet, and I told them we would probably end up there eventually. I excused myself and went up to shower and get ready for dinner.
The mood in the condo was a little more subdued than usual. I guess it was our last night and we had been partying all week so a little letdown was natural. We were all starting to think about going back to home, work, and families. It was a bit sad really, but the truth was that neither our livers nor our wallets could handle another week like this for a while. On top of that was the fact that we had been surrounded by top-notch women all week and the look but do not touch mantra was beginning to wear thin. The sexual tension was palpable. I too was looking forward to getting home for some much needed release with my wife.
We found another great restaurant and dined on fresh seafood. Usually after dinner we were ready to hit the bars, but tonight everyone was tired. I could tell that we were going to have a quiet night, or so I thought!
We lingered on the main street and did some window shopping. We walked by the fishing boats and lamented the fact that we didn't have another day to try and catch a marlin. We were just sort of wandering aimlessly when we came upon the famous nightspot. It was Thursday about 9 pm and by all accounts the crowd was a little bit light.
Just as we were wondering if we should stay or go, we saw our three volleyball friends walk in. A thrill went through me as I saw them walk in. I really enjoyed their company. They were smart, funny, and safe. Safe in that they were married and platonic fun was still good fun.