The Bike Tour

Doyle headed for the shower. I stripped Kate and wiped the bulk of the cum off her with her soiled swim suit. I finished cleaning her with my damp bath towel. We kissed until Doyle got out of the shower, then she left to shower.

Doyle and I were alone.

"No more, Doyle."
"Huh?"
"No more. Kate is off limits from now on."
"I understand."
"We can make Seattle in two days if we push it."
"Good idea."
"Separate rooms."
"Good idea."
"Friends?"
"Friends...Are you going to tell Carol?"
"No..."
"Thanks."

Reflecting the mood we were all in now, Kate stepped out of the shower fully dressed for dinner.

"Where should we go tonight?"
"Uh...I'm kind of drowsy from all the sun. Why don't you two enjoy an evening alone. I'll order a pizza and call Carol."
"Don't wait up for us," Kate said gently, then grabbed my hand as we walked toward the door. I think it hit all of us at the same time that we had reached some sort of peak and it couldn't be maintained without giving up what is important to us all.

The next morning, Doyle headed for Seattle alone. We had originally meant to follow him home for a few days before heading home ourselves. Instead we turned south so we could be home sooner. I hope we will continue touring together for many more years to come. I just hope the dynamic of this long friendship has not changed too much. Did it make our marriage stronger? No, I don't think so. Our marriage survived it, and then only because it was already so strong. If I had it to do over, I would have stopped the whole event at the first sign.