It's the weekend of the 'Fantastic Fantasies Festival.
On route newlyweds Mel and Cory are misbehaving in the back seat of Grants Chevelle convertible, Teresa in the front passenger seat, her husband Grant is driving, top down, a gorgeous sunny day.
They're discussing which other couple to invite on this winter's yacht cruise.
Mel leans forward between the bucket seats and speaks; Cory's hand is fondling her exposed tit. "It's not our decision; why don't the 4 of us plan an entire orgy weekend at Deshawn and Simone's, invite the contenders we'd like to have along and decide as a group; who's company is preferred."
"Damn Mel" Grant says, "That's intelligent ... brains with that gorgeous body, Cory you're a lucky fucker putting a ring on her finger." We all chuckle.
We pull up to the large log cabin lodge. "Wow nice." We each take our bag and enter the lobby, Cory and Grant go to the desk. "Jones and Burns; we have reservations."
"Are you with the Fantasy Festival?" The young girl asks.
"Yes, we are."
"OK, they have a check-in table just there," she gestures to the right "in the 'President's Room'."
We wave for the gals to follow us; and just inside the doors, according to name tags, Ester and Nancy are seated at a sign-in table. "Hi guys, welcome"
Grant nods, "Grant and Teresa Jones, and Cory and..."
Nancy interrupts, "Got 'em, here's a package for each, I've put you in adjoining rooms, here's your keys. The organized action starts in this room tonight at 7 with a meet and greet mingle."
We saunter up to our rooms on the 3rd floor, decide to unpack, then meet and discuss our options.
Teresa answers the knocking on the door dividing the two rooms.
"Ready to explore?" Mel and Cory are dressed to seduce. Cory in cargo shorts and a Hawaiian shirt unbuttoned to show off his defined abs. Mel also has a brightly flowered shirt unbuttoned but knotted just below her nearly spilling free bosom and a matching wrap around skirt, most of her legs are exposed and the knot at the side showing her entire leg and hip.
"Come in, we were just reading the itinerary. Tonight's the meet and greet, tomorrow has a few optional things, including a member only pool party, closed to the public, sounds like an ominous orgy occurring." I giggle.
"It's only 1 now, we got all afternoon to fill." Cory says.
"I'm thinkin' we put on our swimwear, and check out the poolside bar first, then if nothing better, a nap before supper. I suspect the meet n' greet may end up tiring." Teresa raises her eyebrows and winks.
"That sounds great." Mel says, "We'll leave the door open; if you're shy Grant, you can close it, as she removes her top and shakes her boobs at him."
"Geezus Mel that's dangerous, could put out an eye with those pokey nipples." Blowing her a kiss, "Cory, I think she needs discipline, I brought my BD bag." Grant teasingly threatens.
"Oh, Grant you're such a tease, of course I need a spanking" Mel tugs the knot whips off her skirt, wiggles her naked booty, bending over she slaps her own butt cheek. "I'm always ready for some discipline, bring it big boy." We all chuckle.
Tess dons her neon blue string bikini, Mel a red one, both fabrics are little more than micro triangles, neither leave anything to the imagination, barely covering their areoles, and both nearly exposed crotch gaps presenting enticing camel toes; surely, they will turn heads. Both guys are wearing Lycra bikini brief speedos showing distinct outlines of their manhood. Cory's' is an orange/yellow abstract pattern, Grant's is a grass green.
We get towels, as we arrive to the pool deck and set them on vacant lounge chairs and slide into the water and head to the swim up bar. Cory and Mel remain at the bar. Cocktails in hand we lean against the poolside in about 4' of water in front of our deck chairs. Looking around, there's about 40 people in or around the pool. This could be a Sports Illustrated Swimsuit edition photo shoot, mostly very sexy women, in skimpy suits, there are a few overweight and a few over 40
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"Whatcha think Babe, should we go forth as a couple, or hunt separately?" Tess asks.
"I think, there's going to be over 100 swingers here this weekend, all here seeking sex with new partners; and you," Grant kisses my cheek, "being one of the hottest, sexiest women here; I don't think you'll need to go looking." He takes a sip, "I think I better pace myself, there's sooo many attractive vixens here." Grant leans back his elbows on the deck. "I'll bet, if we stay right here, by the time we finish our 2nd cocktail, you, or us, will be propositioned." I tap her glass and wink. "However, if you spot someone that really turns you on, and you want to; by all means, you have my blessing, go for it." I give her a kiss, place my hand on her bum. "2 o'clock the other side of the bar, the ravishing redhead in the neon yellow bikini is eyeing us up."
"Yes, I'm intrigued. God, look at thaaat body." Tess gazes back assuring she sees her.