Amy got up and made breakfast. I noticed that she had very little to say to Buster as he left for work.“Uncle Bill, I’m going to take a shower. I...��ll see you later.” “Fine,” I said, “I will be doing a few chores and errands.When I returned to the house, a couple of hours later, Amy was sitting on the swing on the back porch. It looked like she had been crying, and she was still in her robe.I sat down with her and asked “What’s wrong?”“Oh, nothing majors. Busters and I don’t always agree on. Yeah. A day at Bikini Beach seemed like a much better idea.So we went out and swam in the wave pool, shot down slides, and plungedinto shallow water. It took me awhile to realize that the women thatsurrounded us held no sex appeal. That was really quite a jarringdiscovery. I felt like I was 11 years old again. I had forgotten how muchthe desire for sex had taken over my thinking and my life.For the first time in years, Mike and I just had fun.Four hours later, I had almost completely forgotten. From the house across the street, a boy in a top-hat came bolting out of the front door, closely followed by a girl chasing after him. The boy was tall, almost 6’4”, and kind of large. Not fat, but the kind of large where the muscle just doesn’t show as well. He had long dark hair down to his shoulders, and glasses. The girl coming behind him was shorter, around 5’4”. She had small, what appeared to Rebecca, B-cup breasts. She had lighter-brown hair than Rebecca’s, and she was wearing a. We had a sexually fulfilling marriage, dominated by my obsession with the cane and Mike's love of fucking my arse.We gradually drifted apart until Mike found true love, so he told me with his nineteen-year-old trainee!!I am a thirty-five-year-old blue-eyed blond, a bisexual sex-mad nymphomaniac with a rampant corporal punishment fetish that I like to enjoy as often as possible.My friends tell me I am a beautiful-looking woman and am lucky enough to have the looks and personality that have never.