Sandy and Frank Ch. 16

"I started pummeling his arm as he easily held me off, laughing at my pretend anger. Everyone joined in the laughter and, after a minute of two, I gave up beating at him and stated loudly, 'Ok, you big mouth, It's going to be a long time before I'll sleep with you again!'

"'Yeah, probably not until tonight"

"At that point I gave up the charade and grinned, admitting, 'Not until tonight!' At that, he pulled me over and kissed me right in front of everybody.

"That byplay wasn't exactly planned, but it was exactly what was needed to clear the air of any lingering need to tip toe around my relationship with Frank. He clearly had screwed me during nap time, and, obviously, I intended to sleep with him while we were there and, equally obvious, I wasn't sensitive about my marital status. Obviously it was adultery, but that was not a concern, seemingly to anyone. So, on the first day that critical issue was taken care of - but there was one more to come.

"We all got in the van and drove to town, looked around and had hamburgers. We came back and, since it was still beautiful out, we went into the water again. There was just enough surf to make it interesting and it was almost dark when we came in. After another shower to remove the salt, I put on a pair of panties and a light silky robe and joined the others. We women had discussed clothing before, and the others dressed similarly. It was a very pleasant and intimate group as we sat around and talked. About 10:00 there was general agreement that it had been a long day and we should go to bed. As we were separating and heading for our respective bed rooms, Judy called out, 'Hey Sandy, I think that you've punished Frank long enough! Anyway, you wouldn't really be very comfortable on that couch!' That evoked a final general laugh!

"It really felt good and was exciting going into 'our' bedroom and shutting the door behind us, particularly with everyone knowing we were going to have sex and sleep together. It was a very pleasant feeling of being 'naughty' with everyone's approval. It wasn't long before my robe and panties were gone and I was on my back with Frank on top and in me. I know that he enjoyed the byplay and that it was no secret that we were lovers. It was a big house and the bed springs were quiet, otherwise they all would have been aware of what we were doing. Of course, they undoubtedly were doing the same thing, so they wouldn't have heard, anyway!

"When we had recovered and were lying there relaxed against each other, we were both feeling very good about the day and the week ahead of us. We were kidding back and forth about our rather explicit revelations to the others of our sexual relationship. I don't know exactly what led up to it, but we were speculating on just how far we should go in revealing our affair to them. I told him that some, certainly Ruth, already assume that we were intimate before this trip, primarily because I agreed to use a room with one bed. He didn't care about them knowing in and of itself - in fact, he was pleased that they no longer thought that he wasn't interested in women. As he said, he had the best woman he knew of and was proud of that. That comment earned him a hard and loving kiss! He was concerned that unintentionally, something, somehow, would get back to you.

"All this talk of how much revelation and how much secrecy worried me because I didn't want to risk saying something and having it coming back to bite me later. The only thing I didn't like about everyone knowing about me and Frank was what you mentioned before I agreed to come. I hated for these dear friends to think that I was cheating and being unfaithful even if they were willing to overlook my adultery. But, if I told them otherwise, and Frank heard about, he would have a right to be upset. You and I talked about this before I left and I suddenly decided to follow your suggestion - saying that you realized that the room had only one bed and asked me about it.

"Obviously, I said to him, Mack knew that I planned to sleep with you here and, finally, I confessed the whole thing right back to that first time in the car. As you can imagine, he was shocked when I told him that you knew, but he was reassured that I was right there with him and perfectly happy. I went on and said that I hadn't been as clever as I thought in concealing things like marked up tits! I said that you weren't really asleep that first night when I sneaked in but you were drowsy and didn't say anything at the time. I told him that you were worried about me for you could tell that I was hiding something that bothered me. You watched me carefully and finally saw some marks on my tits. Clearly something had happened and he waited for me to say something. Instead, I suddenly cheered up after the second party and that you put two and two together. I told him, truthfully, that you knew that I loved you and that you knew me far too well to worry about me having an affair, even a love affair!"

"Well, that's a surprise! Boy, you really had your story thought out, didn't you? How did he react - he must have been really shocked!"

"Yeah, part of it was spontaneous, but as I told you, I was afraid that he would ask me a difficult question, so I had worked part of it out. And, yes, of course, he was shocked, but not quite as much as I had expected. He calmed down after I assured him that nothing had changed, as shown by me being in bed with him right then. He admitted that he had been concerned that you might know or suspect something because he knew how close we were. In addition - and this is embarrassing - he said that I was just too honest and open to do a good job of keeping a secret like this from my husband! That was his biggest concern! But, things had gone on for a year so he had relaxed a bit - and now I had scared him badly because he had a fear of losing me! That's the way he expressed it.

"He finally asked about the thing that surprised him the most. 'As you say, you're here in bed with me and we just fucked which obviously means that Mack let you come on this trip where we will be sleeping together, and screwing, for a week. Are you saying that he has no objection to us continuing, even after we get back?"

"I told him, 'That's exactly what I'm saying, sweetheart. You still have your married mistress and I still love you! Nothing has changed - I love Mack with all my heart, as he knows, but I love you, too, and he's fine with that! In fact, he said that he wants nothing to change between us or the two of you - he wants you both to act as if he knows nothing about us!

"As you can imagine, this conversation went on for some time, but the end result seems to be perfect. He admitted that he felt somewhat guilty about us when he was talking to you, and he was very happy to remove that feeling. He still found it hard to believe that you can be so unconcerned about your wife having a love affair, but he was very happy. All in all, confessing to him that I had confessed to you made things much more comfortable. It will also remove much of the sneaking around element back here - he and I can just get together without worrying about a party!

"However, I did lie to him about one thing. I told him that you know about our affair, but I lied and said that you didn't know specifically what we did or where - as in the office - we did it. In addition, I didn't tell him about the cameras. I just felt that it was better to keep those things just for us to know."

"I think that was very wise. In fact, I told you to follow your instincts, and you did just that and your instincts seemed to be perfect. This really should make things easier all around. I must say, your first day turned out to be a real winner! With a start like that, I can't wait to hear about the rest of your trip!

"Ok, I'll go on. When I woke up Sunday morning I had an amazingly light-hearted feeling. I was cuddled up against Frank and everything just felt different. I had had sex with him numerous times and had slept all night with him twice in our bed so I was doing nothing really new - but it felt as if I were! We were away somewhere together, sleeping together in a different room - 'our' room. I honestly felt as if we were on a honeymoon - not really, of course, but being alone together, in bed, in a different house was very different from what we had done before.

"I knew that soon we would dress together and go out of our room and see people that knew that we had slept together. They would know that Frank had fucked me last night - and probably this morning. I remember having those same thoughts when going out in public the day after we were married - all eyes on me, saying 'We know what you were doing!' It was the same feeling I had the first time you and I went the whole way - I thought that everyone knew and that they were thinking 'she was a virgin last night but she isn't anymore!' Anyway, a short time later Frank woke up and not too long afterwards we were doing just what I had anticipated - we were having sex. We had done the same thing twice yesterday, but somehow, this felt like sexual intercourse rather than fucking. Of course, it was the same act, so the difference was mental, not physical, and the result was the same as we drove against each other in orgasm.

"That bride feeling, a shy embarrassment, did continue as we went downstairs and joined the others, but it soon went away as I realized that I wasn't the only one made self-conscious by everyone knowing that they had spent last night sleeping with a man. Oh, there were no virgins there, but this was different from occasional rendezvous with their lovers.

"We explored the facilities and rooms of our new 'home,' enjoyed the beach and the water and, in general, settled in. The scenery was beautiful and I left my camera on a central table and told people to take whatever pictures they wanted. I said that I would send copies to everyone when we got back. I laughed and said that if any pictures were indiscreet, I would make sure that they went only to the proper person. I haven't looked at them yet, of course, but I think that quite a few were of that type!

"Juanita showed us equipment that was very useful including sun shelters which we referred to as 'cabanas' that were just right for a couple to shelter from the sun - and secure a little semi-private space to relax. They were made up of metal frames with canvas roofs and sides. We promptly set up four of those and they were occupied daily. There also floats, beach balls and other recreational items to keep the regular bed and breakfast visitors happy. The wide porch had the traditional rocking chairs plus several two-people settees which were nice to share. Indoors, the pool table got a lot of use and a supply of board games which, surprisingly, were very popular in the evening. The TV coverage was just local stations received by antenna. With no cable TV, no wifi, no internet and no cell phone service, we were cut off from much of the normal, noisy world and playing pool, playing board games like Monopoly and just sitting around talking was quite relaxing."

"Actually, it sounds ideal! A week without my phone chiming, no email messages to be answered, no time wasted channel-surfing - I'd love it. It was good for you to get away from research and study, but I'll bet you did some of that, too."

"Oh yeah, I have Shakespeare and Lope on my Ipad and I did quite a bit of work while I was lying in the cabana with Frank. He had stuff on his tablet, too, so all of our time wasn't 'wasted.' We did a lot of swimming, floating, beach walking, driving into town, game playing - and making out in our cabana and fucking on our bed. One thing was obvious - we did all of those things and more, but the real reason the four couples were there was to have sex! The first few days one or the other of those couples had what we laughingly referred to as 'nap time' when there was no intent to nap! We were unbelievably fortunate that not one of the girls got their period during that week, so screwing was the theme for everyone.

"After the first three or four days some of the pent-up sexual energy was spent, but people never got to the point that fucking only before going to sleep was enough. In fact, at first, couples would quietly leave and go to their room and return when they were finished. As the week went on, however, everyone became much freer and unless you averted your eyes when passing one of those semi-private cabanas, you might get a good view of some very erotic behavior. In addition, the canvas sides stopped about six inches above the sand and were not fastened down. The steady on-shore breeze frequently meant the sides were exposed. At first, again, the group, as a whole, was pretty careful about exposure in public, but that began to slip when playing around in the surf. Claire lost her top when she fell in the surf and we all saw her breasts as she tried to recover her bra. She was embarrassed and was blushing, but not long afterwards, the idea of all of us going topless was accepted"

"So everyone saw your tits! You did get adventurous!"

"Yeah, but there was one unexpected development! Frank had continued placing a nice hickey under my left nipple and, suddenly, it was exposed to everyone! There was a lot of teasing that went on, talking about someone putting an ownership mark on my breast. That in turn reminded Tom of a story he had read. Tom is in Latin American literature, but I'm not so I had never run across the story which had the title 'Amante Casado de Pedro.' He said, laughing, it looks like we have the 'Amante Casado de Frank!"

"I'll admit that I started blushing for that translates as the 'Married Mistress of Frank' or, of course, 'Frank's Married Mistress!' It seems that Pedro kept a married woman in a fancy apartment as his mistress, thus the title. I must have been beet red as everyone laughed uproariously. I don't think that I would have been so embarrassed if we hadn't been using that term for me all the time at home, but, while really flustered, I actually enjoyed having the attention focused on my relationship with Frank. Making the embarrassment even worse, but at the same time sending a wave of excitement running through me, Frank leaned down and kissed my nipple stating, unbelievably, 'I claim this charming woman as my married mistress!'

"Somehow, and I certainly don't know how, I recovered and with aplomb I still don't believe, I jerked back, saying, 'Oh no you don't! Not until I get that fancy apartment! Until then you will have to settle for being mi amante!' My comeback caused even more laughter, friendly laughter, with a comic debate on whether 'mistress' or 'lover' should apply. To top it off, and I admired his quick thinking, Frank said, wait here. He went up to our room and returned, handing me a twenty dollar bill and asking, 'Is this enough for you to accept being my mistress?'

"I looked at the bill and visibly considered the offer and, after considerable dramatic hesitation, replied, 'No, but if you come up to the room right now and make it forty, I guess I'll be your married mistress!'"