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I sat comfortably in my husband’s embrace as we rode to the airport.

It was nothing about this man that would make me leave him.

I fiend for his presence damn near all fuckin’ day.

There were days I’d show up to his job just to chill in his office because he was missed, and he would allow it.

It was a good feeling knowing my cravings for him were reciprocated.

Going from a lonely individual to one with a partner who risked their life for yours was still mind blowing to me.

Not once did this man let anyone disrespect me, threaten me, or make me feel like I wasn’t a woman worth a ring.

I was appreciated and I thanked him as well as God every day for a genuine man.

Pulling up to the airport, we filed out the backseat of the limo. Tristan flexed his wallet for certain occasions. We lived a comfortable lifestyle, but the bank account had more than a couple commas. We worked hard to get to where we were. There were no regrets or apologies on our end.

“I really hate walking through GHI. It’s always packed out,” I complained.

“Always. Why you think I pulled out the jet? I wasn’t about to be irritated on my anniversary. All that extra bs them folk be doing be uncalled for.”

“Who’s the pilot this time? Matt?”

“Nah, Cory. Matt in Thailand with his wife. You got what you need from the car?” he asked grabbing the suitcases out the trunk.

Nodding, we headed inside and went through the necessary steps to get to our private plane.

Stepping on, I took the seat with my back turned toward the captain’s cabinet.

Tristan sat in front of me seeing everything I couldn’t.

I trusted him enough to relax. He wasn’t about to let anyone or anything play with us.

From Eastlake to Baja, Mexico would be a smooth one.

It always was. We took the same flight for the past eight year to the same resort.

I expected nothing less than an amazing experience as well.

Since we started this, we enjoyed ourselves each and every year.

No boundaries were crossed, and the understanding of the exchange wasn’t tampered with.

This anniversary would be documented as another success.

“Mr. and Mrs. Malore, it’s good to see you again. Can I get the two of you anything to drink before takeoff?” We hired three of the same stewardesses for this excursion. This time we had Tara.

“Not just yet. Once we’re in the air, I’ll take a mimosa and a double shot of Macallan on the rocks for Tristan,” I replied.

“Yes ma’am.” She walked away and I eyed her backside. I was no better than a man at times. Tara had a petite frame with a cute lil’ butt. She was nice to look at.

Cory came over the intercom with his captain speech as we buckled up. I slipped off my heels and planted my feet in Tristan’s lap. He immediately started massaging them and I couldn’t help but purr. He was a man who knew exactly what to do and make a girl crave his touch.

Moments later, we were in the air comfortably with little to no turbulence.

Our drinks were brought as promised and the ride was everything I thought it would be.

I went over the files a final time making sure I didn’t miss anything.

When we stepped off this plane, things would get to rolling quick.

“This is the same couple from last year. Is there anything about her that rubs you wrong?” I only asked because I knew my husband. He was very picky.

“She eats like a cow. Other than that, she aight for now.”

I laughed simply because he was deadass serious.

He hated when a grown ass adult didn’t have table etiquette.

He found it to be classless and unappealing.

He used to say eating like a pig was no better than lying next to one.

I didn’t know who he got that old timing saying from, but it stuck with him.

“How baby?” I inquired still tickled by his response.

“She chew with her mouth open, when food falls from her utensil, she uses her fingers to pick it up, and she don’t know how to eat pasta the correct way. Somebody ain’t take the time to teach her shit.”

“Her upbringing is not our business, Tristan. The only thing we worry about is their physical health. Her and her husband aren’t anything other than a good time. One day and then we’re back to our regularly scheduled Malore program.”

Shaking his head, he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. I went to remove my feet so he could grab a nap, but he quickly pulled them back into his lap. He was greedy, and I loved everything about it.

“Do I need to rundown the key points before I doze off?” he questioned.

“The rules haven’t been broken since we started. I got it, baby.”

We were never to choose a couple that wasn’t married, exchange personal information, or accept any offers.

Never trust the other party when it came to protection.

We were to bring our own. And the one thing he stood firm on was oral sex.

It was strictly a one way street. We could receive but never give.

We weren’t to be filmed or captured in any photos and when it was all over, become a ghost to our temporary partners.

I’d respected his wishes from the beginning.

“I didn’t doubt it for a second.” His smart remark caused me to playfully kick him in the crotch. I shook my head and followed behind him with a nap of my own.

Captain Cory’s voice was coming through the intercom an hour later letting us know we’d arrived at our destination. I was never nervous about our rendezvous, but I was a bit restrained. Regardless of what was to come by the end of the night, he wasn’t my husband and some things I wouldn’t be doing.

We exited the plane to a blacked-out Yukon XL awaiting our arrival.

Tristan’s hand was held the entire time.

He helped me inside before he occupied the other side.

Our bags were put in the back by the chauffer before he climbed into the driver’s seat.

Our route was pretty easy to follow. There were no pitstops along the way so it would be smooth sailing from here on out.

It took us a good twenty-minutes to pull up to the docks.

The Hideaway was our final destination and only place that would see us for the day.

This particular resort was run by the couple that ran The Melting Pot.

An isolated island that allowed swingers to be comfortable and enjoy themselves without judgment.

I was helped out the SUV and ushered to the Yacht.

Now this part wasn’t Tristan flexing his wallet.

In order to get to The Hideaway, you had no choice but to take a boat.

Being a swinger wasn’t something today’s society accepted so the island was out the way.

We prided ourselves around a lot of confidentiality.

Tristan didn’t allow me to leave his side the entire ride over.

Neither one of us liked being on water whatsoever but we’d grown to tolerate this one.

With his arm locked around my waist, he pecked at the side of my face giving me comfort, even though I knew he was probably just as uncomfortable as I was.

The fresh breeze was the only thing refreshing about this transport.

“You good, Ma?”

“Yeah babe. How about you? You look as if you could hurl right now.” He was sweating bullets but somehow worried about me first.

“Just ready to get off this muthafucka. All this bouncing making a nigga seasick.”

“We ain’t got much longer. I can see the docks.” I leaned into him more knowing it would relax him a bit. He was a baby at heart that needed just as much consoling as any other.

Soon enough, we were filing off the boat and stepping onto the long dock that led to the resort.

Many couples were coming in as well as going out.

The Melting Pot had plenty of members that enjoyed their perks.

Tristan and I didn’t pay an annual fee of fifty-grand just to have what others could on a regular vacation.

Still hand in hand, we bypassed the others and entered the lobby of The Hideaway. This resort not only had a grand hotel but villas and a few homes for the couples that had no intentions of returning to their ordinary lives. Money flowed through this place. There was no doubt about that.

Walking up to the clerk, she offered us a smile before asking, “How can I help you two today?”

“Hi, we have reservations under Malore. There should be two keys,” I answered.

“One moment.” She went to pecking on her keyboard all while maintaining her smile. She took her job seriously. “Tristan and Naomi?”

“That’s us.”

“Great. A villa and a presidential suite. Let me get your keys.”

Tristan’s fingers gave a light tap on my lower back asking for my attention.

I looked up at him and he threw a nod in front of him.

Turning around, I saw our temporary partners heading toward us.

I gave them a quick scan and smirked. Simone was a cute girl, but she wasn’t me.

Her husband Alex was dark and handsome how I liked them. However, he wasn’t Tristan fine.

Turning back around, I gave my attention to the clerk who was handing over our keys. “Thank you. Have a good rest of your day. Here’s yours, baby.”

“This our last one with them. You hear me?”

“I hear you. Tell me why later. Come here.” He slightly bent down, and we gave up a kiss so passionate my pussy formed a heartbeat. It was going to be hard not to enjoy him today. My craving for him was damn near uncontrollable at this point.

“I love everything about you, Mrs. Malore,” he spoke softly against my lips.

“I love you more, Mr. Malore. Remember who holds your name when you fuckin’ her. I expect you to come back to me tomorrow morning.”

“My expectations are the same. Six o’clock. Don’t make a fool out of me.”

“Never.” One last kiss was exchanged before the Dunkins were in front of us completely.

Alex and Tristan dapped each other up. “So, we meet again,” Tristan voiced.

“Once a year is getting boring, don’t you think?” Alex jested.

“Once a year is all you get.” My husband wasn’t going to let Alex believe he could have me any other time outside of our anniversary.

Simone and I quickly hugged while the fellas gave each other a once over.

Tristan reached for Simone and brought her over to him right after.

They never really held conversation and I lowkey liked it that way.

They had absolutely nothing to talk about.

We were all on the same page, so nothing needed to be discussed.

This wasn’t our first rodeo with them, so everything was already understood.

“How are you, gorgeous?” Alex asked extending his hand in my direction.

“I’m good. You ready to go?” Placing my hand in his, I was gently pulled to him.

“You have no idea,” he replied. The trade was made, the zone was green, and the clock had begun. I was now his until six a.m.

“Take care of my wife, Alex,” Tristan advised him.

“You do the same,” he stated.

“Have fun, my love, and happy anniversary,” I added before my husband was out of my sight.

“Happy Anniversary, Ma.”

Tristan walked off with Simone at his side while Alex held me by his.

We headed in opposite directions of the resort.

Only a few steps were taken before I was gazing behind me for my lifeline.

Our bond was so strong, we just so happened to look back at the same time.

That sly smirk he always offered along with a wink was thrown my way.

I returned the small gestures with a small smile of my own. We knew exactly who we belonged to.

Alex threw his arm over my shoulder and ushered us through the lobby. He smelled as good as he looked. I was comfortable in our couple choice.

My thoughts shifted and Tristan was pushed to the back of my mind for the rest of the day. This experience was for us to have fun and have fun only. My emotions had to detach from our marriage for damn near the next twenty-four hours or else I wouldn’t be able to follow through with it.

Alex gave an impression one couldn’t forget but he was still of no comparison to my husband.

He was satisfying but without the emotional and mental tie, he was nothing more than a tool.

He was on the same level as the rose I kept in my nightstand.

He was truly of no value outside of a pussy pleaser.

“Tristan looks at me like he could rip my head off. He really is territorial,” he said trying to make light of Tristan’s small talk and dark glares.

“What do you expect from a man who values his wife? After all, you’re getting ready to fuck his wife for umpteen hours.”

“He’s doing the same to mine, and I still walk around with a smile on my face unbothered. We’re swingers, Naomi. Does he not understand that?”

“He does which is why your head is still attached to your shoulders. He’s off limits though so focus on what you’re here for and stay in your place. I’d hate to show you a different side of me,” I warned him.

I didn’t give a fuck how he felt about my husband.

It wasn’t wise to express it to me. I loved the fuck out of mine and refused to let anyone take a dig at him.

We were well aware of what our anniversary consisted of.

However, he was still a man who loved his wife. Being territorial was just his nature.