A few cafés had opened with tables outside sheltering customers under parasols from the harsh midday sun. Many seemed very young and several had news...papers on the table piled in front of them. As they passed by one café, Ferhana suddenly exclaimed: "Well, look who is here!" Who?" Ana wondered following the long purple arm pointing towards a table at the Café des Jeunes, where a teenage boy in a black leather jacket and jeans was sitting alone smoking a cigarette and idly watching people go by.. Watching us together. The voyeur’s thrill at the highest level. Your wife with a big black guy. Bigger than you, the icing on the cake. But now, I’m not so sure I get it anymore. Now I know what the pain feels like. The hurt and jealousy and fear. Those things were really difficult for me. How come you’re okay with them and still want me to be with Francis?”That was a damned good question. And it was going to difficult to explain. It took me some time to gather my thoughts before I was able to. .. He’s really interested....I told him I had to ask you first.” “Are you interested?” I asked-my heart starting to beat real fast. My wife rolled her eyes, smiled, blushed... “This time yes.”Soooo, we leave the lounge and go to our van which is parked in the far end of the lot in a dark area (just in case something like this ever came up...a mutual fantasy of ours for years). In the past after coming back to our van in this spot, we would pretend I was some guy she had just picked up and she. Robert offered to accompany Gary, leaving Elizabeth and me alone to prepare for our hot tub adventure. "Where are those robes?" she asked, as she unzipped her dress and stepped out of it, as I stared admiringly. God, she was sexy and beautiful. Her bra and panties were a light beige or off-white and very shear. The darkness of her areolas was plainly visible through the thin, diaphanous material. I could see each bump and contour of her very erect nipples. The crotch of her panties was.