”When he followed me instead of heading to the wet bar in the den, I teased him, “Aren’t you forgetting the drinks?”He chuckled, “The plasti... glasses are at the bar in the pool house.”I laughed, “Of course there’s a bar in the pool house. Every pool house that’s worth anything has a fully stocked bar.”While Darren was making our drinks, I began undressing. “Don’t look.” I called to him with a giggle.“Yeah, right! Now you’re being delusional.”“Is that your professional diagnosis, Doctor?” I. "Good," was her reply. She climbed onto me and positioned my hips between her legs. I could feel my cock against her thighs. She reached down and gently guided my cock into her pussy. It was the best feeling ever. I felt it go deeper and deeper. Stacey leaned down and kissed me, her breasts rubbing against my chest.We kissed passionately as she started gently moving her hips up and down. I could feel my cock slowly moving in and out of her warm pussy with every move of her hips. I was so. Married couples fight. After years of avoiding it, my wife and I succumbed to the inevitable and had it out over sex. She had been running hot and cold and it was driving my nuts. Especially the lack of head. Oh well. It was stupid and entirely my fault.In the midst of this multi-day fight I stopped at a local breakfast place and over a glass of iced tea noticed this new waitress eyeing me a little. Nothing overt, just looking. My ego needed stroking and I found myself flirting. In my defense I. The weather cooperated with sunny, warm days and cool nights punctuated by the salty, refreshing breezes coming off the ocean. We spent long, lazy, romantic hours strolling along the beach barefoot, feeling the sun's lulling warmth on our shoulders, watching the long deep swells of the quiet Atlantic. A few times we went on bicycle trips through the quaint, picturesque harbor town of Chincoteague, admiring the sloops with their crisp white sails and the old fashioned shops and romantic cafes.