“Ouch.”
“Yeah.”
“So what’s next?”
“The eternal question. Honestly, I have no idea. I don’t want to put my kids through a divorce and all the requisite carnage that comes with it, but I also don’t know how long I can stay in an unhappy marriage.”
“No notions of carrying on and just playing around?” she asked, wheeling around in front of me and stopping in her tracks. I had to take a moment to respond, checking all of the emotions that were flying around in my chest.
“Definitely not. I’m not that type of guy.”
“Why not? Is it just the sneaking around and lying that doesn’t appeal to you, or is it a moral objection?”
“Mostly moral. I almost feel like I could play around and flaunt it in her face and she’d deserve it at this point. But I don’t want to be a cheater. I’ve never done that and I don’t think I want to start now.”
“So hypothetically, if an attractive stranger on a beach far, far away from home invited you back to her hotel room for an evening of wild, uninhibited, no-strings private bumping…”
“I’d have to say no,” I laughed “even if I was ridiculously tempted.”
She shrugged. “Can’t blame a lady for trying.”
“Fair enough.” We stood in silence for a few uncomfortable moments, before she returned to my side and put her arm in mine again to indicate we should begin walking again. After a few steps, I asked her, “So…question. How did you get over being cheated on?”
She shrugged again. “Time, mostly. Mine was a different situation. I dumped him immediately when I found out and he wouldn’t be honest with me. Then I got on Tinder and fucked a couple of other guys to get him out of my head.” I laughed and shook my head. “What,” she continued, “haven’t you ever heard that old joke? The quickest way to get over someone…”
“Is to get under someone else. Yeah, I have. Not sure about it, though.”
“Well, trust me, it helps.”
“I’ll take your word for it.”
We continued on for another minute in silence, before she spoke up again. “I have a crazy idea, if you’re willing to listen.”
“What’s that?”
“How about if you dig out your phone, and we snap a few naughty pics? A little something for your personal spank bank.”
“How would that help?”
“Well, you get to have some fun with another girl without breaking your moral code. And I could get off knowing that you’re looking at me and stroking your big hard dick at my pictures.”
“I don’t know…”
“Come on. I promise to keep my hands to myself.”
“It just seems a bit weird…”
“This whole situation is weird. We both want to be bad, but you can’t, which I respect. Plus, in case you haven’t guessed, I haven’t had a ton of men turn me down when I offer to touch their cock.”
“I figured.”
“You may actually be the first since I was 15 and had glasses and zits.”
“Fair enough,” I added with a laugh.
“So let me do this for you.”
“Um, okay. Where?”
“How about right here?”
I looked around. We had walked far enough and traveled behind enough dunes that the section of beach we were on was deserted. There was still probably at least a half hour or more of light left from the descending sun. I shrugged and gestured my assent.