It was pretty quiet, because it was a Monday evening, and I thought the evening was going nowhere. I had a beer and was thinking about having another ...hen a handsome young couple came in. In their late twenties I guess, and she was slim, lovely pert boobies, and a short blond haircut. In this club, called Frivoli, most people are just wearing underwear or lingerie, and sometimes they wrap a towel around themselvesThey both stripped off immediately and came into the bar area wearing just a. I took him to a party one Friday night and he didn't even drink. There was beer there, but he said he didn't want any.Over the weeks he had been living with us, JR had become a pretty good swimmer. He could hold his own with Ted, one of the stronger swimmers on the team. Our coach told me he was a natural.Kim had been talking about JR since she saw him in the shower. Girls talk, a lot like guys do, and she couldn't stop talking about the size of his cock. I noticed the bulge in his Speedo, but. She turns, and notices me. Wait… There is something familiar here. ‘Is she?’ I scrutinize her for a moment. ‘Yes. She is. What the hell is happening?’ Someone else I know… This is becoming absurd. It has become absurd.“What are you doing up here?” she asks, obviously startled.“Just some exploring,” I tell her.“Really?” Her voice is inquisitive, “Why is that?”As though it is objective fact, I state “This place is fucked up.”“No kidding,” she answers with pseudojovial relief, “I’m glad to. Me: Alone? Where is your husband?Sara: He has gone out and will return at dinner time. We are staying in this hotel only.Me: OK. But you have your house in Goa and you are staying here in hotel?Sara: yes. My husband does not like to stay at my parent’s home.Me: OK. Doesn’t matter. He is a business man and he can afford it.Sara: yaaaaaaaaaa.Me: So……………. enjoying married life?Sara could not reply immediately. I could see pain on her face. I also feel some wetness in her eyes.Sara: Yes. I am.