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questioned my resolve, he did
not say it.
    We decided to spend the day at the
beach and take a long walk. As he showered, I made a few sandwiches and put
them and a few beers and sodas in a small cooler. I was in the bedroom putting
on a bikini when he came in from his shower. He looked refreshed. He sat on the
bed. I was wearing a white string bikini bottom. The top was tied around my
chest but the cups fell below my bare breasts. I went to my king and kneeled
and pressed my face to his warm cock. He smelled great.
     "I missed my majesty's
member!" I exclaimed as I kissed the tip. "Every majestic inch!"
He fit softly between my tanned tits.
    "You were incredible last
night." He almost moaned with pained delight.
    I rose and fastened the cups to
cradle my breasts. I turned for him as a model to show off my body. "How
do I look?"
    He inspected his wife as he would a
damsel from a conquered kingdom. My white bikini was the smallest of the few I
had bought at a local shop. The triangles of the bottom and top could be
expanded or shrunk by shifting them along the string ties. I shifted the bottom
to become little more than a g-string. My full shave left no hints of my
long-gone tuft. I shrunk one, then the other cup. The thin swath of white
fabric almost covered my areola. My nipples hardened and pressed on the bunched
fabric. His cock thickened, and I was tempted to dive back to my knees.
    He shifted on the bed. "You
look gorgeous!" I was pleased that my king approved of what he had invaded
and conquered so forcefully during the night. He rose and found a bathing suit
in the dresser.
    I rearranged my bikini to be
presentable in public and covered myself with his dress shirt. We locked the
house, walked down the driveway, crossed the shore road following the path to
the beach. The crowd was farther down the shore where the public parking lot
made access easy. Some had walked down to the beach in front of our house, but
the people were spread out for more privacy. Families with kids preferred the
beach near the lot since lifeguards were only on duty there.
    We spread out a large towel and
rested. We dozed off. We awoke and swam to cool off. The surf was mild, and the
water was refreshing. We sat on the towel and had lunch. We chatted about our
unique summer arrangement. His work was demanding because a new project was
underway. He described how he spent a lot of time at the office. He usually
went out to dinner with friends, but he still found time to exercise some.
    I explained my routine. The
painting, the reading, and relaxing that I enjoyed seemed luxurious in
comparison. I suggested that maybe I should spend some time back at our place.
We talked about that and wondered if my aunt would mind. My aunt wrote now and
then and seemed to be enjoying travels with my uncle. I didn’t think she would
mind. My husband offered that it was my call. He did mention that our weekends
were probably so wild because of our separation during the week.
    I thought of all he was saying. If
he wanted me back, I'd go. That he did not say that made me think he liked our
arrangement. I thought it over and felt the same. Something bothered me,
though. It seemed we needed to be more open about our feelings. I was changing
somehow. One nagging thought was my simmering dissatisfaction with my job. I did
not want to go back into the stress of teaching. The kids were great, mostly,
but the administration was a source of stress. Some were jerks. The idea of
losing my growing happiness, my sensuality, was lurking in my thoughts. My work
sometimes drove me nuts. I wondered if we could move permanently to the shore.
But I decided not to raise the issue.
    "Honey" I asked,
"did you like how we fucked last night?"
    "You better believe it!"
he exclaimed. His enthusiasm matched mine. "You are awesome," he
said. "Insatiable." He paused and stared out to sea. "Like a
skilled courtesan!"
    I thought back to the night before.
I had fucked with a newfound passion. My