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OPEN MARRIAGE
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"THE VIEW FROM THE SURF" By Bill
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I can't explain why I enjoy watching my tall wife have
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sex with other men. I just do. Her measurements, thanks to
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God and Nautilus, haven't changed since she was a model.
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We were recently staying at a rented condo on Florida's
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west coast, a half mile from where our first experience in
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our liberated marriage began last fall. Having danced the
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previous night away at a lounge, we'd waited until the
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afternoon before donning our swimwear and taking the sun
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umbrella and blanket down to the beach. I noticed for the
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first time that the sand on the Gulf side is a bit grainier
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than it is on the Atlantic side.
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After an hour's swimming, my eyes felt heavy as I lay
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on our beach blanket, my eyes half closed.
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Ellen stood above me, combing her waist-length hair.
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For the thousandth time, I was noticing that her gray eyes
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complement her black hair. Her breasts strained as if they
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might burst from the top of her red string-bikini. She
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smiled, playfully, "If you're going to nap, I'm going back
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into the water." She picked up her tropical-print beach bag,
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dropped the tanning lotion in it, and rose from the towel.
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Her tone was an invitation to join her, but I declined.
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I slipped on an aloha shirt and slumped back on the gentle
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slope of a grassy dune. A half dozen college students strode
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by, eyeballing her long legs as she was walking to the surf.
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given her. I don't think
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of my vicarious thrill from watching other men's attraction
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to Ellen as being particularly unusual.
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I fell asleep. I awoke to a setting sun and reached for
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a beer from the cooler. I squinted through the rippling red
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rays toward Ellen standing at the water's edge.
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Her arms folded, her toes twirling into the sand, she
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was talking with a handsome, muscular man I aged at about
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38. His straight, blond hair was only slightly longer than
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that of an ordinary crewcut. He'd introduced himself as
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Garry, a married pharmaceuticals salesman, staying alone in
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a hotel just beyond a distant marina. He raced her to the
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sunset-red water, his head bobbing slightly, surveying her
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curves. They stood waist-deep in the surf, their
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conversation faint against the soft fall of waves,
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occasionally punctuated by Ellen's laughter.
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I tilted the bottle, pulling on the beer. After the sun
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slipped beneath the horizon, the Gulf of Mexico faded to a
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deep blue, streaked with white waves. The beach was nearly
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deserted. The nearest figure, an elderly man walking a large
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yellow dog, was a 100 yards away. Finally, their voices
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faded, perhaps into whispers. Occasionally Ellen looked back
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assumed I hadn't, and stayed
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with the man in the water until dark. In the warm night
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breeze, a faint smell of a fresh catch of fish was drifting
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up from a boat at a distant pier.
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Stars winked against a black sky. The low moon was
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partially hidden by clouds, the darkness absorbing their
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forms. I entertained sexual fantasies but doubted anything
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was really happening.
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Two beers later, I looked at the glowing face of my
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diver's watch, deciding it was time to drop the charade that
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I was sleeping and go back to the condo. I walked to the
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land's edge, saw that she was no longer in the water, and
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trudged along a fifty yard flank of palms and palmetto
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fronds to look for her. Now and then, broken sea shells
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crunched beneath my sandals. I slowed my pace, trying to
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decide whether I should walk in the opposite direction.
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Sighs hissed from a clump of trees and brush at the top of a
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dune. I assumed I'd stumbled upon a couple of locals in
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after-hours frolic, then recognized the moan.
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I bent and pushed through an opening in the high brush
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alongside a palm tree. In the clearing, my wife's bikini was
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crumpled beneath Garry's black trunks and the beach bag.
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Trembling, she lay beneath him on our towel. The thin
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and palmetto fronds in the moon's glare
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looked like tigers' stripes against their skin. Both were
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nude, their eyes locked together.
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Her lower lip quivered. She moaned, betraying her
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eagerness as Garry fondled her breasts. Her nipples were now
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red and swollen as tips of her fingers traced a sensuous
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path down his neck. Her tremorous mouth formed an "oh" as
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his lips touched hers. Tasting her melon-like breasts, he
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sucked each firm, reddened nipple until they stood out like
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spikes. She pressed their soft ripeness against his face,
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her cries of pleasure piercing the warm night air.
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His engorged shaft swayed above her as she whimpered in
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anticipation, her hips gyrating involuntarily in desire. Her
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long legs splayed, her thighs rippled as she nervously dug
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her heels into the sand. She gasped in fear of his long
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cock, her hips rising in excitation. She gulped, shivering
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with lust as her mouth encircled his shaft curving up from
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the thick, blond pubic hair. Garry gaped at his saliva-
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covered manhood, glistening as her lips glided along its
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length. Ellen sucked and squeezed his cock as she mewed
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helplessly, her cunt burning with the red hot coals of
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My heart palpitated, my manhood swelling. I envied
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Garry's length. My shaft was now as hard as his as I pumped
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it slowly.
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Garry pushed her trembling legs apart. Her body
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shivered, her eyes following the slow downward path of his
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extended shaft as he mounted her. Her eager cunt quivered
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upward to touch the intrusive member. His shaft's thick,
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purplish head grazed her silky-black pubic hair, then began
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slithering into her lubricated depths.
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Ellen moaned as her tunnel enwrapped his shaft. She
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burst out, fervidly, "Garry, I'm on fire! It's all for YOU!
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FOR YOU!" His broad manhood throbbed within her as she
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crooned, his sinewy body hovering above her. He pumped
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slowly as I breathed in unison with his long thrusts. A
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long, modulated "Oh!" escaped her oval-ed lips with each
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pummeling, her soft breasts heaving in rhythm with the
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distant waves. Her hips writhed, engulfing him. He lingered
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in a moment of intoxication, then plunged into her, riding
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her with a fury.
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Locking her legs around his hips, she murmured, "Oh,
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Garry, I love it! I LOVE it!" She lifted her hips to meet
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his as his long cock plumbed her steaming cuntal walls,
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pistoning against him, wailing with each thrust.
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the passion radiating between them, as if a star
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were about to explode. Blood pounded in my head and groin.
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Fighting the urge to join their adulterous union, I stroked
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the bulge straining within my trunks. Her body pulsated as
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he tunneled deeper.
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Moaning, she pulled him back with her legs each time he
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withdrew his assault. Her hips gyrated in glowing lust. The
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image of her cunt eagerly welcoming his huge muscle burned
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into my senses. Now crying, Ellen thrashed her head from
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side to side as he pistoned into her, her hips swirling,
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grinding her cunt against him. Swinging her long legs around
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his shoulders, she squealed, "My God, Garry! I've never felt
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like this!" Her eyes glistened with tears. Her face
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registered surprise with each steaming entry of his massive
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cock. Now, crossing a new, sizzling threshhold of adulterous
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passion, she cried, "It's marvelous! I LOVE fucking you!"
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His chest heaved as he looked down upon her rolling
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eyes. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as the vice-like
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grip of her legs squeezed his buttocks, each upward stroke
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lifting her from the towel. Unable to take her eyes off the
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broad foot-long cock ramming into her shaved pussy, Ellen
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cried, "Oh, Garry! I love your cock! God, help me! I've
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this!" I was drugged with a time-stilling
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sensation as she rolled, her legs pulling Garry beneath her.
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Straddling him, she slowly impaled herself on his cock, her
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fiery well of passion sucking in the steaming poker. Ellen
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was rolling her head in wide circles, her eyes wide, as the
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orgasm was building. The smell of their sex permeated the
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warm night air.
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Thrusting into Ellen's fevered tunnel, Garry was also
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emersed in the culmination of their lust. His jaw slackened.
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Gaping at her cuntal folds enveloping his firm manhood as
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she bucked against him, Garry murmured, "YES, Ellen! I love
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it too! I love fucking YOU!"
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Her back arched, her fingers digging expectantly into
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his chest. She muttered, her throat tremoring, "I'm...I'm
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going to come! Come with me!" His frenzied abandon made it
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clear that he too would soon explode. Gurgling, she bit into
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her fist to avoid screaming. Now, plummeting into her, he
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groaned, "Help me. Help me come with you!" She raised her
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hips, crying deleriously as his engorged manhood propelled
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inward, then withdrew to enter again. She was kneeling above
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him, her cuntal walls squeezing his trapped pillar even more
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tightly. The yolks of her eyes, now wide, rolled. She wailed
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ips against his. My heart
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was thumping like a sledgehammer.
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And then they were coming together in rapturous waves.
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With each shattering orgasm, her eyes rolled, her long hair
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flailing the night air as she sobbed. His chest heaved as he
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lay alongside her, his fingers exploring the contours of her
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soft breasts. Inching deeper into the shadows, I bumped into
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the palm tree and leaned against it, gasping. I'd enjoyed it
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as much as she!
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When he asked if he could see her again, she whispered,
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"I don't think so," playfully flicking his dark shaft, then
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lied, "I've never done anything like this before. I don't
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want my husband to know." She sat up, murmuring,
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regretfully, "We've been here too long. I have to get back
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to Bill."
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"I understand. But I'd like to give you my hotel's
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number in case you change your mind." He pulled on his
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trunks as she fumbled through her beach bag for a pencil and
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paper. He scratched out his name and number. She hooked the
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top half of her swim suit as she walked behind him, stuffing
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his note into her suit, brushing away sand that clung to her
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waist and legs.
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I sprinted through the clearing toward the car, then
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ack from the parking area, ignoring
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Garry who was casually walking to his car, suntan oil in
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hand. Smiling, she glanced toward me as she was taking down
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the sunbrella. "I KNOW you were watching us," she chirped.
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"Enjoy it?"
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Back upstairs in our condo, Ellen queried, "Would you
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mind if I saw Garry again?" I nodded negatively. She smiled
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excitedly, her eyes wild, as she dialed his number, and
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announced into the phone, "Hi, Garry. It's Ellen."
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seven, she drove to his hotel. A "wild, wild night!" she
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later told me. She and Garry were fucking until three hours
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past sunrise. Garry has visited Ellen a dozen times since,
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which is Ellen's story if she decides to write it.
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Bizarre as our lifestyle may seem to others, Ellen and
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I are as close as any couple I have known. The arrangement
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has had an interesting side effect: I haven't once
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considered cheating. Frankly, affairs without her couldn't
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be as exciting.
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