This is a 100% fiction story, I'm not married and everyone here is of age, consenting to sexual activity in the story.
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The long awaited weekend away had finally arrived. My wife and I were heading to a swingers island away, for us to enjoy some time away and to dabble into the world of swinging. We both knew what we were getting into, but I didn't expect for the adventure that was about to unfold to unfold.
Arriving in Costa Rica, the weather was warm and it felt great to feel the warm air against my skin. I looked over at my wife and we both smile and get to our hotel.
Once we get to the hotel, we change into our bathing suits, her: a bikini top that pushes her 34a cup chest up to show off cleavage, and her thing bottoms that show off her amazing ass. Me: I'm wearing regular bathing suit bottoms.
We decided to go to the beach, and meet some new people and see how well we would adapt to the world of swinging. We both had talked about the idea of swinging and we have agreed that it is something we both thought would spice up our marriage and sex life.