It was one of our better sessions. Afterwards I lay back, temporarily spent. She grinned at me. “I think any girl can deal with two blokes any time....More stamina.”“You’d like that?” I murmured the question.She looked at me and didn’t answer immediately. There was no need. I remembered our first week together. We’d made love four or five times a day. Obviously she remembered it, too, for she said, quietly, “What’s the difference between many times with you and some of them with someone. Then she looked down and saw her condition. Arms immediately crossed her chest hiding her bra. She glared at me as I laughed. Just too cute for words! A gorgeous drowned rat."It's not funny!" Yes it is." No it's not! And it's frigging cold!"Another wave took us both by surprise, rocking the boat violently. Weather, arms wind-milling trying to retain her balance, went flying with a screech. Shocked, I watched her tumble over the side and disappear from view.Panic hit. Shoving the throttle to off. It was fucking and being fucked, and I really, really liked it. I loved the feel of Rich’s cock sliding into me, knowing it wasn’t Evan’s. I loved it when he ate my pussy, knowing it wasn’t Evan. And I loved it when I sucked him off and he came in my mouth and it wasn’t Evan. It was so incredibly exciting and illicit. I don’t know if I can stop. And I’m wondering how we got to this point in our relationship.” “So, you thought about Evan all night?” Janice asked. “Only in the negative,” Emily. Eventually I felt that my every attempt to deepen our relationship was more like another stab of annoyance in his hectic life. As time went by, our lusty little relationship slowly diminished... but neither of us decided to break it off. Time and time again, I avoided potential relationships with other men as I still believed I only wanted Vincent. I wanted nothing more than his acceptance, just as always. I wanted him to want me... and an aching fear of being left by him was always on my.