She was the waitress that served us our drinks. Long story short, I married her five years later. Now Beth, my wife, and I had talked a few years ago...about the possibility of us venturing outside of our marriage and checking out the local swingers scene. I wish I had never brought it up. She didn't like the idea at all, and thought that I was sick and perverted for even having these thoughts. In fact, she even called me a sexual deviant! So needless to say I have had to repress my sexual. A question occurred to me - why hadn't either of the girls saidanything about the fact that I looked five years younger? Claire mightnot have seen, but Abby had looked right at me while we had coffee.Maybe it wasn't as obvious as I thought.I put on one of my new bikinis - they still fit well enough - and thena t shirt and some cute white cut offs and headed to the beach. Aftersome searching I found the girls lying face down on beach towels."Sorry I'm late," I said, "Could one of you help me put. ” Her eyes sparkled a bit.“That would put me in therapy for years, my dear Sarah,” I said.“What would have put you in therapy, Charles?” mom asked as she came out of the bathroom dressed for bed.“Oh, nothing Mom, just a private joke between Sarah and me. Sarah, go ahead and use the bathroom.”She walked in, and Mom came up to me and said, “I hope you realize, how strong Sarah’s feelings are for you? From the looks of your lips, I’d say you understood it a bit, but she is as fragile as Claire and. Our high heels made clicking sounds on the tile floor as we passed tworows of lockers. The room had appeared to be empty until we had roundedthe last row and turned toward where two tall black males in basketballuniforms were standing beside a padded massage table. I hesitated andstopped, but, Barbara took my arm and pulled me to where they were. Oneof them was Roger Jones, the star basketball player, who I had met inthe restaurant. The other one was even taller than Roger and had verydark.