Before we knew it we had started chatting on the phone, all during the day since he was married as well. We also found ourselves very attracted to one...another. Sure we had exchanged the usual grainy, bad pictures, but would reality be what we had otherwise. I was planning to be in his city in a week or so and we decided to meet on a Sunday. His family was out of town and he had the day free. Getting ready for that trip was terrible. Things kept coming up and I almost missed the flight. Mind you. And Carol was correct, we had talked through all the implications of opening our marriage fully to embrace another couple. At Carol’s insistence I described the threesome in graphic detail. How Roger fucked me. How I fucked Roger. How I fucked Denise, and how we woke up the next morning and went back at each other in various combinations. “There’s another aspect that we didn’t really get into,” I said, rising and picking up my traveling office. “Why don’t we pour ourselves a happy hour drink. Sometimes I already had one orgasm by the time I reached my special, secret place in the woods; a little clearing with a big tree in the middle for shade. I always had a blanket with me and sometimes I just took a nap there. But mostly I indulged in my sexual fantasies. For example, I used a leather strap to spank myself. It took some practice to land the smacks on my ass so that there would be some welts. Even though it hurt like hell I seemed to be unable to stop. The only thing that could. Now I was truly naked. My penis didn't look smaller or larger by itself,but it did look vulnerable. I hadn't been this naked in front of someoneelse since camp showers between fourth and fifth grade. When she wasdone, I was shivering a little. "No clothes and no blankets", she intonedas I left for bed. The clock now read 12:13. Great, I'd be naked andexpose till 3:32 in the afternoon. So much for paying for our outingahead of time.So, that's when I walked down the hall naked, but trying not to.