Every time I passed the pond, I became more and more depressed. I guess the pond was a part of my life, but it seems kind of sad that I placed so much...importance on it. I knew I had to get away. I just didn’t know how, or when, or even why. I wasn’t completely sure what I was going to do once I did leave. I just knew. And somehow I knew that the pond had the answer. Late at night I would sneak out, but not to get drunk with some friends, not even to meet some illegitimate boyfriend. It was to. . her tongue felt thick and there was an excess of saliva in her mouth. Her own touches had aroused her almost beyond control, and she knew that she really needed more than this to satisfy her... much more!Beside her, John snorted and grumbled something in his sleep. Instinctively, Carrie's hand moved sideways to touch his rock hard thigh. She had touched him like this so many mornings of their long marriage but this was the first time she felt this sense of desperation. John had always told. My wife carried on teasing him on the way back.We had just stepped in the door, and he was pouring the Jack Daniels. We drank for thirty minutes or so before my friend said, "I'm wiped out, so I'm going to shower and hit the hay." He pointed to our room, then we returned to our drinks. My wife and I had talked in the past about playing with another male, or couple, but always chickened out. My wife said, "shall we undress, and get in his bed with the lights off for a laugh?" We were both. He drove on ignoring the polite German driving conventions, and the stream of offended motorists. Gradually it became clear where she was headed, his part of town, his street - and his house. 'Oh God above!' his wife! Why had he invited her to the barbecue, she knew Margit - this must be stopped.The beamer screeched to a halt opposite the neatly trimmed lawns that bordered his path. Anna's Vespa lay discarded on the other side of the road at the curb, just short of his gateposts. Hal got out of.