Tony and his wife Samantha had been married for five years. They'd been high-school sweethearts, and had gotten married shortly after graduation. Tony worked as a day-trader for a local stock brokerage, and Samantha worked as a secretary in the same firm.
As commonly happens when people get married young, and especially when they work together as well as cohabitate, the marriage became a bit tense. By the time they had hit their third anniversary, both had cheated on the other.
Instead of assigning blame, or screaming for a divorce, they sat down and realized they were both looking for the same thing: adventure. Over the next two years, they found themselves exploring the swinger lifestyle, through various fetish clubs and parties. This actually strengthened their marriage, as neither one had to worry about hiding an affair or pecadillo from the other, and it strengthened both their love for one another and the sexual relationship they shared.
It was at one of the more recent swinger nights at an underground club that they'd been told about the "Pleasure Island Swinger's Cruise" via a discreetly handed-out flyer. Though they doubted they could afford such a cruise, they were shocked to see how cheap it was; one hundred dollars per person for a full weekend, with all meals and beverages included. When they got home, they made the phone call to confirm their reservations, learning that there wasn't a misprint. It really was that cheap.
The two weeks until the cruise flew by, and before they knew it, Tony and Samantha were standing on the dock, staring up at a four-deck liner, discreetly draped with a banner simply saying, "P.I.S.C."
"This must be it," Tony said, smiling at his wife, "Are you ready?"
"I was ready two weeks ago, love," Samantha replied, kissing him deeply in response.