They told us (influenced by adult beverages) that they had always wanted to try wife swapping. They traveled more than 500 miles for this wedding an... had decided that if it was ever going to happen it would be on this trip. Both of them are in there 50's and even with a few drinks under their belt were still terribly nervous. We brought them to our room and for about 15 minutes they just couldn't stop the small talk. I broke the ice by walking over to Joan as she stood by the bathroom door. My wife is what I call a walking wet dream. She is of Italian decent, tall, thin, and gorgeous. She turns heads everywhere we go. She is smart, educated, and a fashion buyer for a local department store.+++++Hi, I’m Cynthia, I’m twenty-six years old, five feet nine inches tall in my stocking feet, my figure is a statuesque 36-24-36, and my bra cup is a C. My husband of two years calls me his walking wet dream and I have heard that from other men too. I have raven black hair to my waist, deep. I brought the hose close to the bed and tested the suction out on my hands, I lowered the end and pressed it against the bottom of his foot, moving it around so his toes disappeared into the black plastic one by one – he was enjoying this, tickling him. I placed the vacuum on his calf and moved it around the flesh of his leg…upwards towards his thigh as the skin was sucked in by the machine, he knew what was coming and moved his feet apart, bending his legs slightly so I would have complete. She filled the tub with steamy water, adding lavender bath oil. She removed her short tan shorts, white tank top, releasing her black lacy bra which held her nice C cup breasts and her black lacy thong. She inched her way into the relaxing aromatic bath. While laying there, her hands roamed over her perky breast, pinching a nipple ever so slightly. Her arousal blossoming. Her hand traveled down her smooth flat stomach to her mound of womanhood. Her fingers slipping a little further to find her.