The Swirl Resort Swinger's Vacation: High School Theme Week

By Olivia Hampshire

Who Swaps with Who? Who Wants to Watch? Who Wants to be the Principal? The Master.

It's a new theme week at the wonderful Swirl Resort, the most popular Swinger's Resort in the World.

This week it's High School all over again, but this group is older and has a lot more money and much more ideas and imagination, and Anything Goes.

• Language: English
• Publisher: sbBooks
• Release date: Feb 19, 2018

Olivia Hampshire

Olivia Hampshire loves writing about the adventures of women in this modern, complex world that is so male oriented and controlled.  Olivia Hampshire loves to write about love and the sexual experiences of men and women. At an early age, Olivia discovered that many people on the planet do not like to talk about sex at all.  Yet each and every one of us are a result of two or more people getting naked, hot and bothered and having sex beyond the wildest imaginations of most of the children produced by these wonderful excursions of passion.  When telling her friends and family that she pens stories of wild, lesbian sex adventure and international political sex affairs, often peoples faces appear to be appalled.   Yes, Olivia Hampshire graduated from an Ivy League school in New England dominated by nervous little boys that drank lots of beer, and feared beautiful women.  Olivia, being one of the most beautiful women in the world, loved women also.  She met her partner, also a women, in an Ivy League, graduate school program where they feel in love, moved to Vermont, adopted 5 children and live happy ever after.  Olivia, her partner the Doctor, and their children love the mountains of Vermont, their travels to all of the continents of the world as well as many long weekends in Manhattan shopping and watching people.

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Chapter One

The room hardly seemed like a place for business. Instead of long board room tables and projection screens, the Swirl Resort had Chaise lounges and big soft pillows. Instead of halogen bulbs and report folders, the lounge had dimmed mood lighting that illuminated photos from adult fashion magazines. The photos were all themed around men and women dressed up in college stereotypes and labeled with words like Jock, Cheerleader, Nerd, Teacher, and other cliches from films.

Jerome grabbed one of the photos that showed a pale skinned white woman of about 20 years of age, dressed up in a black gauzy number with 'goth chick' written across the bottom in black marker. He stared at the photo, then glanced across the room at Royce, the Swirl Resort Event Planner, the man who had wanted to sell this idea to him and Christine.

Royce, said Jerome as an eyebrow arched, is this really your big follow up to the blackout party?

Royce Benoit, the event planner for the Swirl Resort, strutted and danced across the room as he described his idea for a themed swinger's weekend. It was something that they had started doing once a month and quickly became a hit with the long client list that the resort had earned. The last themed party, the infamous blackout party, was a stroke of genius. At one point, the DJ would tap his mic to signal when the lights would be shut off leaving only a few neon lights to illuminate the room.

Christine still got goosebumps remembering the sound of couples giggling as they explored the room with their fingers, found their partners by scent and the taste of their kisses, and that sound of moaning and flesh slapping against flesh or condom wrappers being torn open, before eager playful men growled Put it on, with your mouth or equally lewd demands from their horny partners.

That's why Jerome couldn't help but feel disappointed from this suggested theme. It was obvious and would be easy to do and wouldn't cost a lot to implement, but he thought it was a step back from the last party theme.

It is. Homecoming weekend. Just picture it. Short skirts, varsity jackets, cheerleaders and jocks, delinquents and nerds, teachers and students, all those naughty fantasies you only ever see on late night cable, said Royce in that carnival barker style that he often used when selling an idea to the team.

I don't know, said Jerome, after the blackout party, I bet our guests are expecting something bigger.

Christine leaned against Jerome and placed a palm on his chest. She loved the feel of his muscles, even with that dress shirt covering it up. She hooked her fingers and dragged her nails over his shirt so he could feel her nails as they ran across his skin. When he looked at her, she smiled and patted his chest with the softest touch of her palm.

Let's hear him out. He's never let us down before.

Royce was by their side in an instant. Christine recognized the cologne that the flamboyant man wore. It was a sweet smell that suited him as it conjured up the image of wildflowers and orchard fruits. She couldn't quite place it, but it was easy to not care when she was nearly sandwiched between both men.

"Thanks my dear. Because I don't think our clients want bigger. They just want