Rum punches, reggae music, beautiful weather, unlimited sexual pleasure at a plush resort — a swinging couple’s perfect vacation.

The sun’s rays skipped over the white sand and bounced off the bright blue water as I gazed out the window of our minivan, which was gliding along the coast road. “Catch-up time,” I whispered to my husband, who also seemed-mesmerized by Jamaica’s brightness. He put his arm around me and pulled me close. Discreetly he pushed my hand toward the bulge in his crotch. “l can hardly wait,” he said softly. The hardness of his cock left no doubt that this was going to be our very best “catch-up” vacation.

Steve and I started using the phrase “catch-up vacation” several years ago. My job as a corporate attorney and my... Read More