Grimacing with a pained look in her green eyes, she rolled over on the floor and off the pallet of blankets she slept on, pushed herself up on her kne...s and fumbled around among the sheets and pillows for her cigarettes and lighter. She grabbed the bottle of water she slept with, twisting the cap and pouring the cold stuff down her throat so fast she almost choked. The coolness and wetness of it filled her mouth. She stuck a smoke in it and lit it. Inhaled the first drag with a deep sigh. She. Nice red wine. The conversation had been lively and interesting. He had stolen several glances at Marianne, hopefully she hadn’t noticed. Her skirt had ridden a little high as they talked and when she gestured excitedly he could not resist looking into the shadows beneath. Hadn’t seen anything but God he had gotten a hard on and had to move quick to hide it. Marianne's top button on her blouse had come undone and he had not been able to resist trying to get a glimpse at her lovely breasts. What. ” “Okay. Yeah, we still have some okra available.” “How much do you have? I’ve got 13 people so I need a pretty good amount.” “There’s still a small basket left out on the floor.” “Okay. Thanks, Michael. What time do you close?” “Eleven o’clock.” “All right. I’ll be down before then. Thanks again.” “Hey, no problem.” “Bye, Michael.” Her finger found the END button on the side. It is almost as if he is entitled to do it. It’s almost as if he has a right to touch your body whenever and wherever he wants to. It is such a turn on. You asked me to tell you what has been going through my mind these last few days. Well, first off I am confused. Someone outside of our marriage looking in would think I was some crazy pervert. There you are, on holiday with another man and getting fucked by him regularly. Not only have I encouraged you to do it but I am also getting great.