Chapter 8

When we arrived for dinner, Portia and Bheki were just stepping through the entrance. Portia was wearing a low-cut evening dress, her large freckled cleavage on full display and attracting admiring glances everywhere she went. Their faces lit up when they saw us, and Portia waved enthusiastically. "Well, if it isn't our new friends!" she called.

"Shall we eat together?" suggested Sizwe, and the others readily agreed.

We settled into a corner table, the chatter and gentle clinking of glasses around us creating a warm atmosphere. The waiter brought over a bottle of red wine and poured generous glasses for each of us.

Portia leaned forward with a cheeky grin. "How did the couple's massage go?"

Sizwe and I exchanged glances. "Oh, it was very good," I said. "You are naughty, sending us to that, though. I can't believe we did it."

"I was hoping you'd embrace it," she smirked. "Maybe it's the start of some other new experiences?"

"Oh, it's already sparked some new experiences," replied Sizwe, his hand resting on my thigh under the table.

"Really?" said Portia, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes," I said. "We..." I looked at Sizwe and then back to Portia, "We swapped with another couple by the dam."

"Hayibo!" squealed Portia with excitement, "Already? That's so exciting." Her eyes were twinkling.

As we ate, we found ourselves caught up in conversation, swapping stories and flirting with each other. Sizwe and Bheki spoke about their shared love for cycling, exchanging anecdotes about the gruelling rides they had been on. Portia told me about some of the other swingers retreats they had been to, regaling me with stories of couple swapping and orgies. It was making me more and more turned on as the evening progressed, a fire beginning to burn between my legs.