The release of our passion was anything but slow. We peaked at the same time. I squeezed my arms around her and tried to get as close to her entire bo...dy as I could. I so wished that she could just become part of me forever. We quietly lay there and experienced the afterglow before hearing some muffled screaming from next door. ‘I think that was Mom.’ She started giggling quietly. ‘You and she sound just alike,’ I said. The mood was broken and we climbed out of bed and walked to the shower. ****. You were walking away from your husband without saying a word to him, without trying to get his attention or grab his hand or anything... with two old geezers who you knew when you were a hot little piece of ass in the swing clubs... but they never fucked you. Is that where we were?" he asked. Sarcasm was beginning to edge into his tone. Ashley winced."We... we walked... I remember walking down a big hallway," she said at last, "and then we turned." A frown of confusion came over her features.. "Okay," I said to her the next afternoon. "Let's so something really daring." "What's that?" she asked. "Let's go nude." "Oh no. I couldn't." "Look, I'll take off this thong and you take off your top. I've been wanting to take off this damn thing since I bought it. The thing makes me itch." "I don't think so, but you go ahead." I slipped off the thong and threw it on the sand. She looked away in embarrassment and said, "Okay, maybe I can take off my top but not my bottoms." I didn't look. Vicky slid in next to me, placing her leg over mine. She caressed my chest and nibbled my ear. "Well, you seemed to enjoy watching that guy try to pick me up. Would you like to talk about it?" I'm not sure," I mumbled."Well,” she countered, “Married couples shouldn’t have secrets. Why can’t you tell me how you feel?" Vicky had never been one to share fantasies but the resort and her open nakedness had changed her, somehow. "So are you a voyeur?" she asked. "It was fun watching you at the pool,".