Vacation Ch. 02

Can You Cheat in an Open Marriage? It's a Matter of Degree An ending for Odiouser's Story, "Can You Cheat in an Open Marriage?" This is a conclusion to the original story by Odiouser. The URL for that story and his invitation to write an ending are below. I thank Odiouser for a great story and a beguiling proposition for the lead character and a beguiling and challenging task for an author. I also greatly appreciate his helping me out as Beta Reader and Volunteer Editor. His deft touch saved readers of this story hundreds of unneeded words and brought much needed focus to the project. At the conclusion of that original story by Odiouser: I'm over 14 1/2 thousand words into this tale, and I still cannot decide how our big conversation should go. I didn't set out with a plan to create a story with no clear outcome. But I wove all the ups and downs along the way, and never could come to an ending that I felt strongly about. I could equally live with separation

This is the second part of my story. I have tried to capture my thoughts as they happened. Where I can't remember exactly I've been creative, but always as true as possible to my recollections of the events that happened to me. Chapter 2 Mamasan had told me sternly to look after my second customer who sounded German; give him good boom boom as she put it. I was very anxious not to displease her and had done my best to follow her orders. I had received several slaps already, and overheard the other girls warning each other not to get her angry. She could be very severe. Fortunately, he seemed to find my body satisfying. I still felt shell-shocked by my new situation. I was accustomed to being wooed and treated with respect. My past boyfriends and now my husband, always took time with foreplay being considerate of my pleasure. Although I didn't always reach orgasm with my husband, I enjoyed the experience of sex. Sometimes though lying next to him, I brought myself to clima

It's Wednesday. My treat on Wednesdays is to have a coffee in front of the city council, at the cart that is placed in the central square. Walking down the main avenue, past the old jetty and away from the crowds, turning on my iZooma to interact with the stories and the news while sitting in front of the beach and drinking my coffee. It is a hidden place from tourists which in summer fill the beaches and the turquoise sea. I come here to watch the news of the day, drink my coffee and watch people sunbathe. The topless will never go out of style. I like the coffee cart. It has that air, so I'm sure it was a great time from the beginning of the millennium. After my coffee, I go to the antique market. Sometimes exciting things are found, but now it is fashionable to make holograms inspired by iPods' music. They are those nice square-shaped or rectangle devices from the beginning of the century used to store songs. I always wonder what the original owners thought when saving

His adorably crooked smile was the first thing I noticed. Second only to his short brown hair. "My name is Daniel," he said when I told him I had an appointment with my personal trainer. "Unfortunately, Melissa is out sick, so I will be filling in for her," he explained. "If that is ok with you?" "Fine with me," I replied as he headed out from behind the Reception desk. The gym was reasonably quiet. The lunchtime crowd had long gone, and there was still a couple of hours to go before people knock off at 5:00 pm. Indeed, I only noticed two other gym-goers as we headed to the padded gym floor. Little did I know what was awaiting me! We were only five minutes into the personal training session, and I found myself internally planning my funeral. My heart was pumping wildly and I was certain it was just ten seconds away from exploding. Sweat drenched my face as Daniel worked me harder than Melissa ever did. Why did she have to be sick! Honestly, I w

I slowly drifted awake. I couldn't remember the last time I felt this relaxed or this well rested. Jenny was curled up beside me. After the amazing, frantic, exhausting start to our vacation we had settled in and spent a couple of days doing absolutely nothing. It's not an easy thing, doing nothing. It's part of what I love so much about all inclusive vacation spots. We didn't need to consider any aspect of our day. Others cooked, cleaned and generally made our days as carefree as possible. We lounged, we wandered, and did our level best to just be there. We both needed this more than either of us had realized. I rolled to the side, putting my arm over Jenny and kissed her on the head. "Mmmmm..." Jenny opened one eye to glance at me then snuggled up against me. Her hand moved onto my side then slid down to my hip. She gently ran her fingers into the little hollow just inside my hip bone. "I like this little spot right here" she said as she caressed