My beautiful wife was in the shower and I was leaning on the bathroom counter watching her. We hadn't really spoken yet after getting back to the condo. Ed and Susan had gone to their room as well. It was clear that we all needed some time to digest what had just occurred and to clear the air with our respective spouse. "Hey...are you getting in," she asked evidently for the third time awakening me from my thoughts.
I nodded, removed my shorts and climbed in behind her. I held her tight from behind and simply told her I loved her.
She purred and leaned back into me. "You ok?" She asked.
"I am. You?" I responded. We proceeded to have about a 10 minute conversation while the warm water washed over us. It was clear we both enjoyed our spontaneous fling in the pool with our friends, but we were also both nervous about what this meant to our friendship and more importantly to our marriage. We didn't consider ourselves the swinging type, whatever that is. She even quoted a Seinfeld episode where Jerry says swingers have to wear robes and have candles all over the place. She made me laugh....and that let me know we'd be just fine. I reminded her that some of our best sex in the past had been when we fantasized about other couples.