I watched as Allie ascended the steps into the private jet, still reeling from all the items she’d purchased for the trip. She had explained that she needed different outfits for each of the six days we’d be gone. It was a good thing the business was booming; she’d gone shopping with a vengeance. I considered it a small price to pay if it helped heal the rift between us.

As soon as I entered the cabin, I could see the other passengers were already beginning to party, laughing, and drinking Champagne. This charter was booked exclusively for the ski resort, and it was my first private jet flight. It was obvious that all seats were first class. When Allie flopped down in her pivoting chair, I couldn’t miss her smile. It was then that I realized that this trip was a calculated gamble because neither one of us had ever set foot in the snow before.

Allie rotated her chair and faced me, chuckling in delight as the stewardess handed her a drink. Looking around, it was easy to tell these people were familiar with each other. A long-haired guy with a bottle of Champagne spun around Allie’s chair and refilled her already full glass saying, “Look at you… this is going to be fun. My name is Dirk. I hope I’ll be seeing more of you later... a lot more of you.”

“I’m Jason,” I sternly interjected. “Her husband.”

He glanced at me and said nothing. His look dismissed me as non-relevant. I was starting to second guess booking this trip, and we hadn’t even taken off yet. I sat back feeling a bit disgruntled when suddenly a gorgeous blonde dropped into my lap and gave me a kiss on the lips.

“I’m Paula, Dirk's wife.” She beamed. “Oh my, aren’t you a big boy…” She squeezed my bicep and glanced at Allie. “You don’t mind, do you?”

“Go right ahead. Help yourself.”

My God, what have I gotten us into? I thought as Paula wiggled her butt against my crotch.  

After our memorable introduction to Dirk and Paula, things seemed a bit more subdued. It was an uneventful two-and-a-half-hour flight with a thirty-minute bus ride to the lodge. This was my first time seeing snow in person, and it was beautiful. I was a California beach boy that surfed and hated the cold; I felt like a duck out of water. One thing that didn’t go unnoticed to me was how all the women and most of the men were extremely attractive.

As we approached the lodge, it was huge, constructed in an open beam Bavarian style. After crunching through the snow-packed walkway, we were greeted by an employee that directed us to the main entrance. Once inside, we waited in line to get our key badges and room keys.

The clerk was a blue-eyed blond that wore lederhosen and had a German accent. We seemed to be the only ones without skis in the entire lobby. This caught the clerk’s attention and immediately told us that all the ski paraphernalia was included free with our room along with our lift tickets.

“I’m so excited!” Allie exclaimed as I opened the door to our room number: 206.

I swept her off her feet and carried her in. It was more than I had hoped for. Our luggage was sitting inside the room. It was an expansive executive suite with a living room and massive bedroom, complete with large-screen television and surround sound audio. Allie went to freshen up. I sat down at the round oak table and started looking over the pamphlets. The first one was titled, Resort Overview. After looking over the grounds map, I was a bit shocked to read a highlighted box that said:

Absolutely no nudity is permitted in the lobby area or dining room.

Clothing optional areas will be marked with a blue sign.

I saw several blue triangles on the grounds map in places like the jacuzzi and sauna.

“What’s wrong?” said Allie, emerging from the bathroom.

I pushed the brochure toward her.

“Jason, what did you expect? You booked a vacation at a swinger’s resort.”

“I guess I wasn’t thinking it was this, uh… open.”

“Well, babe, you’re the last one I thought who would be sensitive about nudity—wearing nothing but a thong in front of judges during all your bodybuilding competitions.”

“This is different,” I replied.

“How so?” She crossed her arms in confusion. “Wait… you’re not concerned about being seen naked, are you? You’re concerned about me being seen in the nude!”

“Of course, I’m concerned. This is a huge step, Allie.”

“I don’t think me being naked is that big of a deal as you conspiring to set me up with horse-cock Martin. How’d you propose he was going to fuck me? With all my clothes on?”

“Hun, I told you that was a huge mistake. I thought we were past that.”

“Think about it. If you want to explore the dark side, this is a brilliant way to do it. We will probably never see these people again. If it doesn’t pan out, we can write it off as an adventure that is simply not for us.”

“Actually, my fear is what happens afterwards. What if we both like it?”

“The way I see it, let’s take it one step at a time. How about we go exploring? We need to get some ski gear from the pro shop, so we can at least pretend to be here to ski,” she said with a chuckle.

*****

The ski shop was like a foreign land to us. There was no use in pretending we weren’t clueless. The shop pro spotted us as novices immediately and suggested we sign up for lessons after picking out our gear. He was a Norwegian type with a ponytail, square jaw with a close-cropped beard, wearing a T-shirt that was a billboard for ski competitions. He also had a Team USA tattoo on his bicep.

“My name’s Billy,” he said, offering me his hand.

“I’m Jason and this is my wife Allie. We’d both like to get equipment and sign up for lessons.”

“Well, the outfits and equipment are provided by the resort, but lessons are extra. Have either of you skied before?”

“No,” Allie replied. “But I can ice skate and Jason is an avid surfer.”

“Hmm… well, I can teach you—but I suggest your husband should take some snowboarding lessons. Surfers usually do well with a snowboard.” He glanced at me and said, “How about I take your wife tomorrow morning around eight? I could set you up with CeCe at the same time. She is very good at teaching the basics.”

I looked at Allie and she smiled her approval.

“Sign us up.”

Billy seemed to be pleased and wrote our names down in his ledger. Then he said, “An outfit for your wife is no problem, but you’re a different matter. What size jacket do you wear?”

“2-X and sometimes 3-X.”

“Damn… I think I need to check if we have your size in the back room. I’ll be right back.”

We watched him leave and Allie asked, “What do you think?”

“The way he looked at you was exactly like how a wolf looks at his prey.”

She laughed. “You’re imagining things.”

A few moments later, Billy returned holding up an outfit.

“I think this will do the trick,” he said. “Go try it on in the dressing room while I fit your wife… for boots.”

I hesitated and he added, “Go ahead. Don’t worry, she’s in good hands. I’m an expert.” He assured me.

The ski clothing fit perfectly. I almost wished it didn’t because Billy’s self-confidence was almost obnoxious. When I walked out to show Allie, they were nowhere in sight. Then I heard her familiar giggle and found her dressed in an attractive outfit, sitting on a bench with Billy lacing her boots. She saw me and grinned.

“That padded jacket makes you look humongous!”

Where did she change while I was using the changing room? I wondered.

“Ignore her,” said Billy. “It looks great on you. How does it feel?”

“Very hot.”

“It won’t when you’re outside, I guarantee. Let’s fit your boots. The bindings are different than on skis. What’s your size? Eleven?”

“Not even close. I’m a thirteen.”

“Well, you know what they say about a man’s shoe size…” Billy laughed.

“As far as Jason is concerned,” said Allie. “It’s all true.” She held her hands an exaggerated foot apart.

On one hand, I appreciated the gesture, but how could I explain shrinking down to just over seven inches?

“Go ahead and change,” said Billy. “I’ll have your things delivered to your room.”

“Thanks. Where’s the best place to eat?” I asked.

“We have two restaurants here. I personally recommend the Smorgasbord—perfect rib roast and a wonderful salad bar with a variety of soups.”

*****

Twenty minutes later, we were wolfing down a lunch that seemed too good to be true. Even Allie, who was a strict dietitian, found something to eat. While we ate, we discussed where we’d explore next. After several minutes of deliberation, we decided to head over to the spa area. As soon as we finished lunch, we followed the well-marked wall directions that included warnings about public nudity. We stopped short of the entry to gather our wits before pushing open the swing doors.

It was empty, except for two couples in the jacuzzi—all nude. One of the guys waved like he wanted us to join them. I returned the gesture, but we went on to the steam spa. When I peeked in the little door window, I got an eyeful. There were three couples; one of which was the couple we’d met on the airplane. All six of them were engaged in various sex acts that seemed like a live porn video. I moved aside and Allie stood on her tiptoes, peeking through the window.

She gasped, “Oh my God!” Allie continued to watch for several minutes, motionless before she abruptly turned and quickly walked away. She was halfway back to our room when I finally caught up to her.

“Wait! What just happened?”

She spun around with fiery eyes and shouted, “Is this what you want? What are we doing here?”

Before I could even answer, she continued to walk away.

“Allie, wait!”

She ignored me and continued walking. I could see she was upset, but I was confused by her reaction. Admittedly this was a lot to take in. Hearing about swinging or even watching it in porn was totally different than the prospect of actually participating. When we finally entered our suite, she turned and faced me.

“You didn’t answer me, Jason. What is it you want?”

Unsure of how to respond, I said, “I’m not sure. I guess I’m curious. How about you?”

“I’m conflicted. I blamed you and your alliance with Martin for my feelings, but in fact, I’ve had fantasies long before we even met. Even while I was still a virgin. Do you recall how we met?”

I smiled and said, “How could I forget?”

“Well, I was on a mission that weekend, and if I hadn’t met you, I guarantee I wouldn’t have come home with my hymen intact.”

“I kinda figured that at the time.”

“I thought after we married all my hidden desires would change… and they did for a while. Then, about a year after we married, I started fantasizing about all sorts of sexual scenarios. It wasn’t your fault, Jason. It was me. I thought if I kept fighting my urges, they’d go away. After that whole fiasco with Martin… it has consumed my every thought.”

“What has?”

“… sleeping with other men.”

“I won’t blame you for having feelings and desires, Allie. We’re in this marriage together for better or worse. Like you, I had fantasies before we met. I don’t know why. I guess that just means we’re human. I always thought if I could just find the right woman, it would all change. It seems we are both carrying some of the same unwanted baggage.”

“You’ve been a perfect husband to me. Well, mostly a perfect husband. That’s why I started talking to Dr. DeeAnn. I thought she could bring some clarity to my feelings.”

I reached out and hugged Allie with her face buried in my chest. “I know it took a lot for you to share that,” I said. “I’ll do whatever it takes to save our marriage.”

“How can you not hate me?”

“Hate you? You’re more than my wife. You’re my life. I think all people have fantasies. I believe it’s a human trait.”

“I can’t speak for all of humanity. The big question is… what do we do now?”

“Let’s think about this before we do anything we’ll regret,” I suggested, and she agreed.

*****

Later that evening, we had a nice supper at the Smorgasbord and chatted with an attractive middle-aged couple. They shared their travel adventures with us, about how they come here once a year for a week and would spend the rest of the year happily monogamous.

Irma (the wife), looked at me and said, “We used to say we came here to ski, but we don’t pretend anymore.”

Allie glanced at me, speechless. We weren’t accustomed to sharing private things with strangers.

Irma laughed and asked, “First time swinging?”

“Is it that obvious?” I replied.

She chuckled again and answered, “You both look like a deer in the headlights. Don’t worry, everyone has a first time. Seeing how attractive you two are, you’ll do very well here. We might be older, but Kenny and I know our way around the bedroom. We’re in room 190 if you wanna play later.” She winked.

I looked at Allie who sat wide-eyed, seemingly uncertain of what to say.

“Thanks for offering,” I answered. “But we’ve got a lot to work out before we commit to anything. We’re signed up for ski lessons tomorrow morning and we need to get some rest.”

“Who are your instructors?” asked Kenny. “Let me guess… Todd and Miranda?”

“No, I believe it’s Billy and CeCe.”

“Wow! They’re bringing out the big guns for you!” Irma grinned. “And I mean big when talking about Billy.” She giggled.

“Do you know that firsthand?” Allie asked.

“I wish, but people talk. He’s a hunk—that I can see.”

*****

After eating, we went directly back to our room. We needed to be alone to discuss what came next. I went over to the kitchenette and made a pot of decaf while Allie looked through the pamphlets.

“What do think?” she asked.

“I’m thinking… maybe you were right earlier when you suggested we use this week as an experiment. After this week is over, let’s evaluate where we go from here.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yes,” I answered.

She stared at me in disbelief and said, “You realize what that means, don’t you? I’ll be having actual sex with another man… maybe several. You think you can handle that?”

“Sweetheart, that’s a two-way street. Can you deal with me being with another woman?”

She paused in thought before saying, “I never considered that aspect. It sounds selfish, but I don’t know.”

“Before anything happens, I think we need to establish some ground rules first.”

“Such as?”

“I think the first and main rule should be to use condoms.”

“I agree. Does that include blow jobs?”

“From what I read, oral sex provides less risk, but there is still some. How about a no swallowing rule?”

“You’re no fun.” She pouted. “But okay.”

I couldn’t believe I was having this discussion with my wife.

“Your turn,” I asked. “What are your rules?”

“Well, I don’t like surprises, so I think we should tell each other who we are going to be with beforehand.”

“Okay. Does that mean either one of us has veto power?”

“Veto power? What’s that?” Allie asked.

“Just what it says. If either one of us says no to a particular person, they’re off-limits.”

“That is not one I agree with. If we do this, I’m telling you right now I am the only one who gets to choose who I fuck or don’t fuck.”

I stood behind a chair, cupping her tits. “I think we have enough rules. It’s still early. How about a jacuzzi?”

“Let’s do that tomorrow.”

“I’m glad you said that. Tomorrow might be exhausting enough with both of us skiing for the first time. It’s been a lot to take in for one day. Let’s shower and get some rest. Tomorrow might change everything.”

Allie showered first, and by the time I entered the bedroom, she was naked and asleep on her back. I quietly stood there beside the overstuffed feather mattress, watching the gentle rise and fall of her heavy breasts, realizing that this might be the last night of our exclusivity. I wanted to scream STOP! But I knew that train had already left the station.

I was fully aware this was a risky gamble. There were only a few things to be gained and an endless number of things that could go horribly wrong. I covered her with a blanket and gently kissed her lips. She stirred slightly and rolled over.

*****

Morning arrived in a blink. Allie threw open the shutters and shook my shoulder. “Get up! It’s time to get ready!”

I was so drained that even a naked woman couldn’t pry me from the comfy bed. I rolled on my side and groaned, “Go away…”

She responded by yanking my covers off.

“Bitch!”

“You have no idea.” Allie giggled. “You’ve got ten seconds to get out of bed before I dump ice water on your lazy ass.”

“All right, all right. What time is it? It’s fucking freezing in this room.”

“Just after six. We have to meet them at eight and I want breakfast first.”

I sat on the edge of the bed and stretched. “If I knew you were this enthusiastic about skiing, I would have done this long ago. It’s the anticipation of skiing that has you all excited, huh?” I said sarcastically, swatting her butt as she bent over to put on her ski pants.

“Of course it is,” She smirked.

I grabbed my shaving gear on my way to shower. It felt like I had scraped my face with a garden hoe when I stroked the razor on my cheek.

“What the fuck?” I shouted, looking down at the pile of fur on the shower floor. “Allie, I told you to never use my razor to shave your legs!”

“Who said I shaved my legs?”

She slipped on a T-shirt with no bra, letting her huge breasts roam free. This was a first and I knew it wasn’t to get my attention alone. My brain was muddled with thoughts of what the day might bring.

*****

Twenty minutes later, we were sitting at a table in the cafeteria, eating German waffles and omelets— something Allie would never do back home. We were the first to eat, but a short time later, Dirk and Paula walked in and made a beeline straight for us.

He pulled up a chair without asking and said, “Well, well, well… look who it is… Barbie and Ken!”

I stood up and said, “We were just leaving. We’ve got to get ready for our ski lessons.”

“Let me guess… Billy?”

I didn’t answer, though he took that as a yes and added, “Good for you. You’re breaking her in right.”

Again with that obnoxious wink! I felt compelled to punch him. Something about this guy just pissed me off.

“I understand Billy is a beast—on the slopes, of course.” Dirk chuckled. “See ya’ll later. Do you care if we drink the rest of your coffee? I prefer sloppy seconds.”

“Sure,” I replied, ignoring his vulgar remark.

As we climbed the stairs to our room, I looked at Allie and said, “I don’t like that jerk.”

“Awww, I think he’s funny... And kinda cute, too.”

“Please… not him. Anyone but him.”

“We’ll see.” She giggled.

*****

We were suited up and ready at ten till eight. My fears about the cold were answered as we crunched our way to the pro shop. I was comfortable, even though the temperature was way below freezing. The chilled morning air made little puffs of smoke as we exhaled. My cheeks stung and made me feel like I’d been slapped.  

All morning we had avoided what was going to happen or might happen today. Before we went in, I pulled Allie by her back-ski jacket and asked, “We good?”

She turned and replied, “If you asked me an hour ago, I would have said yes, but now… I’m scared.”

“Just remember, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

CeCe greeted us with our skis and snowboard. She looked every bit like the pro that she was, wearing her Team USA jacket. I didn’t realize how small she was at our first meeting, being a foot shorter than me and more than a hundred pounds lighter.

“Woah, you’re a big guy!” She beamed. “Don’t expect me to carry you if you break your leg. There are plenty of indoor activities here, you know?”

“Yeah, I noticed—but I’m gonna at least give this a try.”

CeCe adjusted Allie’s bindings and explained they were set for beginners. When Billy finally appeared, he told us he was getting the ski report and promptly put up the green flag to indicate the slopes were open.

After some more basic safety instruction, he took me aside and said, “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of her. She’s in good hands.”

A short time later, CeCe and I stepped off the lift and she began to teach me the basics.

“I know you surf, Jason, but I want you to forget about that. Surfing is about maintaining momentum. Snowboarding, however, is about gravity. Your edge is everything. You use it to carve a turn, and most importantly, stopping. Watch me.” She took off quickly, building speed and then abruptly turned sideways before coming to a full stop.

“You make that seem easy,” I said as she made her way back.

“Now it’s your turn.”

She pushed me to get started before I quickly built up speed. Remembering what she had shown me, I turned sideways and didn’t stop until I flipped three times. As I spit snow out of my mouth, all I could hear was laughter. We spent the next hour doing the same thing over until I could finally turn and stop. Then, CeCe suggested we go on a bunny run. She forgot to mention that this was the children’s course.

We ventured into a more difficult run where I had to avoid crashing into trees, rocks, and drops. I was having the time of my life; so much that for the first time since we’d arrived, my mind wasn’t on Allie. Time flew as I progressed.

After we took a breather, CeCe stopped and said, “You did better than I thought you would. How are you feeling, big boy?”

“I have enough for another run, if that’s okay?”

“Follow me.”

She took off and I followed her as her hips rhythmically swayed from side to side. Her ski edges made a cutting sound with each turn. Even though I tried to match her movements, my turns lacked her practiced crispness; it was all I could do to just stay on my feet as we wove our way between trees and rocks.

*****

An hour later, we were knocking the snow off our boots, sitting on a bench in front of the pro shop. I was exhausted. We had spent all this time together skiing but hadn’t discussed anything about our personal life. After I thanked her for the lesson, she asked, “You did so well, Jason. If you don’t have plans, how about getting some Irish coffee with me?”

“Thanks, that sounds fun—but I think I should wait for my wife to finish her lesson first.”

“You really are clueless, aren’t you?”

“What do you mean?”

If you wait for her to finish, I suspect you’ll probably be waiting all night, if I’m right.”

“What?”

“Billy has taken a liking to your wife, and I think the attraction is mutual. In any case, I think she’ll most likely call you.”

“… All night?”

 “Yes. Billy is not a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am type. I speak from experience. She’s in for a wild ride.”

As I stared at her, I was speechless.

“Come on, let’s get that drink. It looks like you could use one,” said CeCe, pulling at my jacket.

“Okay, but I’d like to go change. Meet me at the bar in half an hour?”’

“I’ll be there.” She held up her chin for a kiss, which I didn’t hesitate to give.

*****

When I opened the door to our suite, my mind was cluttered. I had never been more confused in my life. The walls were so thin between our suites; the sound of sex from next door filled the room. It was hard to concentrate. Then, it suddenly stopped. As I pulled on my jeans, I heard my phone ring and scrambled to find it in my pile of discarded skiwear.  

“Hi,” I gasped.

“You finished your lessons?” Allie asked.

“Yeah, it was a lot of fun. How about you?”

“It was a blast. Billy says I’m a natural. In fact, he says he wants to teach me more.”

“You mean more ski lessons tomorrow?”

“Yeah… but I want to ask you something.”

“Okay, what?”

“Billy wants me to spend some time with him tonight. I told him only with your permission, like we agreed.”

“We already discussed this. What is it you want? It’s your choice, Allie. Do you want to take this to the next level?”

“Yes. I… I want to.”

“In that case, have fun.”

“What are you going to do?”

 I’m gonna start by getting really shit-faced and then who knows? Call me if you need anything.”

“I will. Remember, I love you, Jason.”

“Sure, me too. Stay safe and don’t forget to use a condom.”

*****

CeCe was at a small table waiting for me when I arrived, and she was dressed to impress. Her pants were tight, showing off her world-class ass, and her blue top was so thin it was almost transparent. My eyes were focused on her pert titties with taunt dark nipples poking out. She smiled when she noticed me staring. I leaned forward and greeted her with a kiss on the cheek.

“What’s your poison?” she asked, smiling.

Instinctively, I started skimming the menu, but my mind was too muddled to think.

“Uh… whatever you’re drinking—but make mine a double.”

“So… did she call?”

“Yeah, she did. You were right. You must have done this before.”

“It was just a good guess.”

“My guess is my wife is probably getting royally fucked by Billy right about now.”

“He probably won’t do that for another two hours. His approach is slow and methodical. He most likely will start with a full body massage and make her beg him to screw her. He’s an expert in the art of seduction. Anticipation is the key to any woman’s orgasmic high.”

“Damn, it sounds like he’s got his technique down to a science. I wonder where he learned that?”

A big grin formed on her face. “Where do you think?” CeCe chuckled.

“Really? So, how long have you known each other?”

“Well, we’ve been married five years, but I’ve known him for seven.”

“You’re married? You don’t wear a ring.”

“Does it shock you that he’d marry a woman that’s not some big breasted babe like your wife?”

“No, I didn’t think that at all. You’re beautiful. I have always been attracted to extremely fit women.”

“Yeah, right! That’s why you married Miss Double D.”

“Actually, Allie is a gym rat. Don’t sell her short. She has completed six iron-man competitions and works on her body daily. She can’t help that God blessed her with a generous bust. I don’t compare women. I believe every woman is beautiful in their own way.”

CeCe laughed out loud. “That’s the biggest crock of shit I’ve ever heard. I’d bet my life you’ve never even dated an average looking woman in your whole life, have you? Be honest.”

“Well, I was just very fortunate that Allie happened to have the whole package.”

“No, being fortunate has nothing to do with it. Your good fortune is because of your hard work at the gym. Couch potatoes aren’t so lucky. Jason, you’ve got it going on. What is it you’re so worried about?”

“Honestly? Right now, I’m worried I won’t be able to please my wife after she’s been with Billy.”

“Nonsense. Sex comes naturally, but great sex comes with training. Isn’t that what bodybuilders do when they come up against stiff competition? Pardon the pun.”

“And where do I sign up for that program?”

She pulled out her daily planner and said, “Let me check my schedule. Hmm, I just so happen to have an opening tonight.” She giggled.

I needed to take my mind off what was happening with Allie, and this seemed to be a delightful way to do that.

“I just hope I’m better at this than I was with snowboarding.”

“Amazing!” CeCe grinned.

“What? What’s amazing?”

“It’s amazing how a guy that looks as hot as you has self-confidence issues. I find that laughable… unless you have a two-inch dick—which is highly unlikely… you’ll do fine.”

“So, when do we start?”

“We already have. Seduction starts with what you say and how you present yourself. Remember the biggest sex organ is the brain. Do your best to seduce me.”

“That’s easy. It’s easy to tell a beautiful woman she’s beautiful.”

“I’m listening…”

“You’ve got an aura of confidence in yourself that is rare among men and women.”

“What do you propose?” she asked.

“How about we just have a few more drinks and some sandwiches while we get to know each other better?”

“Really? You’re a strange bird.”

“How so?”

“Well, you are aware this is a swinger’s resort, right?”

“Yeah, it's kinda hard to miss.”

“Your wife seems to have gotten the idea, but you seem hesitant. I’m not sure how to take the fact that you’d rather talk to me than fuck me. Am I that unattractive?”

“What? No! You’re not unattractive! You’re… you’re—”

“Calm down. I was just yanking your chain.” CeCe laughed. “Actually, you’re a breath of fresh air. I’d love to talk with you. How about we get some coffee and go sit on the observation deck?”

“Sounds great.”

I was relieved; not because I didn’t want her, but because I still didn’t know if I could separate sex from love. When I looked at CeCe, I saw this sexy articulate accomplished woman. She was so much more than just a fuck.

The observation deck was empty as we sat on the padded bench and looked out the panoramic window while some skiers straggled in. The snow silently fell, framing the window edges. It looked like a picture postcard. She snuggled under my arm and I squeezed her tight.

CeCe had one of the prettiest smiles I’d ever seen. The more we talked, the more I felt attracted to her. In fact, Allie was barely on my mind. Maybe I was delusional, but I felt we had a connection.

“So, beautiful, how long have you and Billy been, uh…”

“Swinging?”

“Yeah, that.”

“Well, about as long as we’ve known each other. We met at a party that was hosted by his fraternity and my sorority—was nothing but a drunken fuck-fest, to be honest.”

“So, you started dating after that?”

“If you want to call it that.”

“Why did you get married if you didn’t intend to be monogamous?”

“I suppose for the same reason most people do. We were graduating and both of us were compatible. Billy said he wanted exclusivity. It seemed we needed to grow up, so I agreed. We both knew the party couldn’t last forever. At first, it was great when we traveled together, but when the coaches separated the team, we were training half a world apart. After a year of being separated, we re-evaluated our marriage.”

“You make it sound so… easy,” I said.

“Easy? It was anything but that. We both went through the normal guilt and jealousy phase. We even talked about divorce but decided that we loved each other, and all the rest was just sex.”

“So, you don’t swing together on a regular basis?”

“Heavens, no. Our outside relationships are usually just that: outside. This is the first time for us at this resort as a couple. We saw the ad and application for teaching pros and decided to sign up.”

“How did you decide on Allie and me?”

“I can’t speak for Billy, but I’m here with you because I want to be, not because of what your wife and my husband are doing. How about you?”

“Well, as you probably figured out, we’re new to this. I’m still conflicted. On one hand, I hope she’s having a great time, but on the other, I hope she’s not.”

“I know the feeling. Well, Jason, I guarantee she’s not miserable with Billy. He’s world-class in the sack, as well as on the slopes. Good news is you’ve got me as a consolation prize.” CeCe grinned.

“You’re no man’s consolation,” I said, standing and offering her my hand. “I think this is where I ask, your place, or mine? But I think your place is occupied.”

“There’s no rush. I think we should move this conversation to your room. Where are you located?”

“We’re in suite 206 on the second floor.”

“206? Uh oh… I think our suite is located next to yours in 204. Isn’t that a weird coincidence?”

“Yeah. Let’s go.”