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Hot Wives Hotel Party

"You're going to the East Coast with Nick Chandler?" Brooke shouts it out for the Tuesday lunch crowd on the downtown patio.

"Shhh, you know he's kind of well known," I scold her while blushing.

"This isn't more about his endowment," she winks back, turning red. We're quite a pair!

Oh, if she only knew! Mark and Maddie, Javier and Claire... awww Claire... the Honey Pot... my lame attempt at anal, but improving deep throat skills, and sex just for sex. I'm twirling noodles in my Pho and not paying attention to her almost coming out of her chair across from me. Oh, how many times will I ask myself, Why Am I Doing This? I like Nick, for sure that's a big part of it (I snicker at 'a big part') and I want to please him. God, I'm so thrilled he picked me. But for what? Sexual degradation and swinging with other depraved people? Wait, that's not quite fair or accurate. I'm finding out, we're finding out that there are many pretty normal and sensual people out there. In fact, I enjoy looking at and reading profiles on Swingly. Can I say I'm more comfortable? Yes, I think so. More sexually liberated? Oh damn! Um, for sure! Still not paying attention to Brooke, but it's getting hard. Getting hard! Have I crossed the Rubicon or Styx or whatever, into the wild or Hades? I can't even reflect on anything without sexual innuendo! What was the band name? Oh yeah, Lens of Lust.

Brooke's kicking my foot now, "C'mon, tell me! What's this trip about?" She leans in with her plotting voice, "Is it getting serious Morgan? Does it have anything to do with that new YSL bag, which neither of us can afford?"

"Oh Brooke, not really. You see... he..." Her eyes are getting huge as I struggle for the words. "He had a bad breakup with his ex and is gun shy about relationships. He just wants someone to do things with (Oh boy, does he!) and I like to spend time with him. Nothing serious he says."

It sounds stupid the moment I say it and she's having none of it, "Oh c'mon that's the tiredest guy excuse ever. He sees how great you are, and smart, and pretty, and is stringing you along with that crap."

The check comes and she grabs at it, "I got this." Oh, thank God, because things are a little tight...

"What can I say Brooke? I like being with the guy. He's smart and clever and well-spoken..."

"And he dresses nice and he's loaded," she adds, standing up with a hand on her hip.

"Yeah, and he dresses nicely. I could spend my time in worse ways. Heck, I have for the last five years all cooped up, all work and no 'what not'..."

"WHAT NOT?," Brooke almost blows a gasket until I laugh.

"I'm kidding! No, it's all just adventures. Like this trip where he's doing a project on the beach in North Carolina. He was kind enough to give me a little cash for some new things for the trip. I'll see him after work and hang out at some beach hotel and work during the day. Besides, I have Dan for 'what not.''

Brooke's eyes narrow as we get ready to go in different directions. "You've never talked like that before Morgan Reynolds." She nods like trying to pry info from me, "Is Dan totally throwing down, huh?"

"What? Throwing down? Who are you? Yeah, that's it, kinda. Gotta run!" I kiss her cheek and hustle away. My phone dings, and I give it a quick glance.

Nick: Hope you're having a great day, Morgan. Hey, I saw a three-day hotel takeover party on Swingly for this weekend. I don't even know what that is, but... I could do Friday night. Can we talk about it tonight?

I stop and sit at a cafe bench as people rush by. What is a hotel takeover? I pull up Swingly. Oh wow, we have a lot of likes and several messages. Now where are the party listings?