There are bits of your body you carry around all your life but never really own. She supposes that if anyone owned her back, it was her late husband, ...s he was the only one ever to see it regularly. Even in old age she thinks of her husband at least once every day- something will rear up and remind her of that brief marriage which in time has come to seem more like an enclosure she’d stumbled upon than a legal arrangement formally entered. It is a thought I would rather repress, not relive. He. She stood on her tippy toes atthe top steps of the entry into the club proper, looking out over thelower area where the tables and bar were set up.She was glad that the local ordinances prohibited smoking now as shewould not have been able to see much in the lower lighting. She hadnever been here before and she could imagine that it could be quite dimwhen they lowered the house lights for the performers. Knowing that Alexand Erika had a table down front, she scanned the area until she saw. Also licking her back. I didn’t remove any cloth of her but enjoyed every visible part. I licked her bare part from the back of shoulders to the place where blouse ends. She was moving just like a film heroine. Then I sat down, slowly turned her around.Now her belly was in front of my eyes. I removed the pallu of saree and kissed near her belly button. She shivered again. I licked softly near her belly button. I kept licking her around her belly button. She was moaning like anything. Perhaps. I can’t seriously blame MaryAnn. Oh, she could have handled it better, but shit, so could I. Several times in this narrative I alluded to our having an “open marriage.” That wasn’t the complete truth. Open marriage, in my understanding, is like a swinging lifestyle. Each partner was free to have sex “in the open” with no recriminations, or jealousy. Truth again, every time I thought about MaryAnn fucking or sucking Vince I would get physically ill. Maybe if I had embraced the lifestyle like the.