I started this story awhile back to help people who were having problems with their marriage stagnating. It is based on how my late wife and I got through such times.
The Married Couple
Chapter I
The Beginning of New Freedom
Ben and Margaret had been married for quite some time. The children had grown up and moved out and their life was feeling empty. They decided that they needed to spice up things in their lives or there wasn't going to be much future in their relationship.
Ben knew that Margaret tended to get wanderlust from time to time and that even with variety in the bedroom. With the kids gone, he feared that her next escapade might mean the end of their relationship. Margaret was suffering depression over the children being gone now and she spent most of her days at home sulking. It was time to put some excitement back into their lives now that they weren't tied to the home and children anymore.
Margaret was sitting on the couch lamenting over her children leaving the roost. Ben walked into the living room where she sat and reached into his stereo cabinet. He pulled out his favorite driving tapes and turned to Margaret.
"Let's go to the beach," said Ben.
"But it's the middle of the week," replied Margaret.
"So, we're both off and we don't have to worry about the kids going home. We're free to do whatever we like. Besides, the beach won't be crowded today." Ben encouraged.
Margaret looked up and smiled. Ben could see the looks of relief and excitement in her eyes as she realized that what he said was true. The sadness and pale color was completely wiped from her face and was replaced with a beaming grin. The color rushed back into her face and her eyes were aglow.
"Let's go," said Margaret, "Let's pack the cooler and take a lunch."
"Sounds great," said Ben. Let me get my guitar and put these tapes in the car and I'll be right back to help you pack for the outing."
Ben grabbed his beach guitar and exited the front door, nearly dropping the handful of cassettes. He made a quick recovery, straightening the tapes against his chest, then proceeded to the car.
After Ben had loaded the tapes and guitar into the car, he opened up the garage door and got a few things to take with him. He got a quilt that had a little tar on it from their last beach outing from the dryer. He grabbed a sleeping bag
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from its storage place and loaded them into the car. He then grabbed the ice chest and took it into the kitchen through the door from the garage to the house.
Margaret had been preparing the lunch they would take with them. She had made some corned beef sandwiches and had packed them in Ziploc bags to keep the beach sand from ruining them.
Ben grabbed the Ziploc storage bag with the plastic utensils from the pantry. He then opened the freezer and grabbed a bag of ice, which he emptied into the ice chest. He closed the freezer door, then opened the refrigerator door. He opened the drawer and pulled out the Brie he had purchased the day before. He then pulled a bottle of late harvest Riesling from the refrigerator shelf and loaded them into the ice chest. Ben opened the kitchen drawer and pulled out the flat pocket corkscrew and stuffed in into his pants pocket.
Margaret grabbed the condiments and excitedly placed them into the ice chest. As they simultaneously turned, they found they were facing one another. Bob and Margaret looked into each others' eyes, embraced, and kissed, then returned to packing for the outing.
Margaret went into the garage and dug out her Coleman water container, filled it with ice, then filled the rest of it with water. Ben reached up and grabbed a paper bag from the pantry and put the crackers into the sack. He then grabbed a fresh can of Sterno and a box of matches and added them to the bag. He tried to think if he was forgetting something, but he was ready to get this outing underway.
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Chapter II
The Ride to New Adventures
Ben and Margaret loaded the ice chest and supplies into the car. As Ben was loading the ice chest, he saw that he had left the portable cassette/CD player in the trunk and decided to test the batteries to see if it was still working, knowing that the heat of the trunk in the Texas summer would usually quickly drain the batteries. As he suspected, the batteries were dead. It gave him an idea, though, so he said nothing, closed the lid, and went to open the door for Margaret. When Margaret got in, he closed the door, went to the driver's side, entered the car, and reached for his cassettes. After he put the keys in the ignition, started the car, and turned on the air conditioner, he reached for his favorite driving tape, “On Her Majesty's Secret Service.”
“The batteries in the portable stereo are dead,” said Ben. “Let's pretend we're spies and we're going to Radio Shack to meet our contact to acquire the latest experimental xenon-ion propulsion system battery developed for NASA.”
Margaret giggled and got that twinkle in her eyes he had so longed to see again. They fastened their seatbelts to prepare for the Bond-like ride ahead. Ben placed the cassette in his Alpine cassette player and prepared for take-off. As the music started, he threw the car into reverse, peeled out of the driveway, and headed off to the Radio Shack which was on the way to the beach, squealing around the corners as he made the turns.
When they pulled into the parking space in front of the Radio Shack, they glanced from side to side, being sure they weren't being watched by enemy spies. They walked over to the battery aisle and selected the batteries they needed for the stereo, pretending that they had just acquired the specially coded package with the experimental battery. They walked up to the cashier to pay for the batteries, and the clerk, noticing the beach supplies in the car, said with a smile, “Nice day to go to the beach.”
Ben responded, “As long as the sun is shining,” in a Bond like reply.
Margaret lowered her head slightly as she giggled and blushed, knowing what Ben was doing. They had been fans of Bond movies since they had first met.
Ben took the receipt from the somewhat bewildered clerk. Ben and Margaret acted as if the batteries must be protected with their lives. They returned to the car, quickly opened their doors, hopped in, and laughed about the look on the clerk's face as they sped out of the parking lot and pulled onto the highway.
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The Ride to the Beach
Chapter III
They were having a good time. They were acting like kids again and the excitement filled them both. The traffic was a little heavy for a weekday, but not as heavy as it normally was on weekends during the beach rush. Ben was concentrating on his driving. As soon as “We Have All the Time In the World” started playing, Ben felt Margaret's hand slowly unzipping his pants.
“This is a pleasant surprise,” said Ben as he felt himself becoming fully erect.
Margaret said nothing.
After she had pulled his manhood from his trousers, he was suddenly shocked by her crawling on top of him, facing him with her knees folded on the seat.
Ben was excited, but was concerned about the traffic on the road.
“How am I going to see to drive if you do this,” he asked as he struggled to see over her shoulder.
Margaret ignored him and slid her wet flower of love over his handle. She started wiggling, gyrating, pumping and moaning as he struggled to maintain control of the wheel. She kept blocking his view and he kept having to bend his neck to the side to see where he was going as she continued her ride of pleasure, oblivious to the danger. After a few minutes of this excitement, they both exploded in orgasmic delight. Margaret then dismounted him so he could see to drive.
“That was a little dangerous,” said Ben.
“Yes, but it added to the excitement, didn't it,” quizzed Margaret.
“Yes, it did,” replied Ben.
Ben didn't want to let on that he had been concerned about having an accident. It had been quite unexpected, and, well, quite stimulating. He just continued to drive, showing her no concern as he let the luckily unpleasant possible consequences drift away from his mind.
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Chapter IV
The Arrival at the Beach
By the time that they had gotten to the beach and found a secluded place to park, they were both recharged and ready to go again. Ben pushed the switch on the electric lock to unlock the doors. He released his seatbelt and started crawling into the back seat to get the blanket and sleeping bag. Without saying a word, she followed.
Ben opened the back door, took the quilt, and snapped it out into the air, guiding the quilt to the ground to prevent it from getting sandy. His martial arts stretches had given him near contortionist-like abilities, and he was able to smooth out the quilt without leaving the car. He then took the sleeping bag and unrolled it onto the quilt and unzipped it just enough for them to crawl in. Ben went first, being careful not to allow any sand on his feet. He knew that if sand got on his feet, the experience would be much less pleasurable.
After Ben had positioned himself in the sleeping bag, he helped Margaret crawl in, guiding her legs and caressing them as they entered the bag. She wiggled her way into the bag, then closed the car door. Ben zipped up the bag around them and they proceeded their next round of passionate lovemaking.
Shortly after they started becoming enthralled in passionate engagement, a nosy policeman drove up and interrupted them.
“What are you two doing over there,” asked the policeman.
“What does it look like,” Ben responded with a smile, not ceasing his activity.
“Well, this is a public beach,” said the officer as he tried to hold back his smile.
“There is no one else around and we've been married for years,” said Ben as he ceased his motion.
“Well, I'm going to have to ask the two of you to break it up,” responded the officer with a gleam in his eyes.
“Alright, officer,” said Ben, wondering if the officer shouldn't have had something better to do than interrupt a middle aged couple who were enjoying themselves.
“I guess I'll be off, then,” said the policeman as he walked back to the car with a shit-eating grin on his face.
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Chapter V
A Walk Down the Beach
Margaret and Ben rolled their eyes and commented at what a dick the police officer had been, then commented that they hoped he got his thrills for the day and laughed. Ben was going to open the car door to get something with which they could clean themselves, but Margaret stopped him and said, “I have it right here.”
Margaret reached down into the sleeping bag and pulled up a Ziploc bag that contained a damp washcloth. The couple cleaned themselves up as they lay together in the sleeping bag, then returned the washcloth to the Ziploc bag and sealed it. They pulled their clothing back on in the privacy of the sleeping bag, then exited the bag. Ben rolled up the sleeping bag and stuck it back in the back seat.
Ben went to the trunk and took out the cooler and set it on one side of the quilt as Margaret sat on the other end, keeping it from being blown by the wind. He went back to the trunk and took out his guitar case and Margaret moved and held the quilt with her hands as he set the guitar case on the other end. When everything had been set out, Ben and Margaret embraced and shared a passionate kiss. Ben then took her by the hand and they headed to the edge of the water to walk along the beach. They wanted to feel the warm water wisping upon their feet as they strolled down the beach enjoying the seagulls and looking for seashells.
Ben gathered some driftwood for a fire as they strolled and came upon one interesting piece of driftwood which he felt would make a great cane. The head of the interesting limb looked like a face and had two small indentations which appeared to be eyes. The curve of the end fit in his palm perfectly and the root or limb tapered down to the perfect size for a rubber stopper so that it wouldn't slip on a slick floor. Ben placed the stick on top of the pile of wood he had collected.
Margaret had been picking up the seashells that they had deemed interesting as Ben had been gathering the wood. Her hands were almost full now, too, so they decided to return to their quilt, walking slowly and commenting on the
colors in the sky, the shapes of the clouds, the sound of the waves and seagulls,
and exchanging pleasantries with one another.
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Chapter VI
Brie and Wine
When Ben and Margaret got back to the quilt, Ben went over near the sand dunes and prepared a place to build the fire for when it got dark. He arranged the pieces of wood into his favorite burning pattern, and dug a small trench with his hands so that the air could get underneath the fire and keep it burning after he lit it. Once he was satisfied that the wood was ready to be lit, he returned to the quilt, opened the ice chest, pulled out a soft drink to quench his thirst, then looked into the bag for the Sterno. He was going to heat up the Brie so that they could share some Brie and crackers with some wine as they lay there soaking up the rays and listened to the sounds of the ocean.
“DARN IT,” Ben exclaimed.
“What,” Margaret asked.
“I left the stand on which to place the small pot to heat the Brie,” Ben replied.
“Oh well, we don't have to heat up the Brie,” said Margaret.
“Where there is a will, there is a way,” demanded Bob.
Bob went to the trunk of the car, opened it, and dug around for a minute. Soon, he brought back a wire coat hanger and a pair of pliers.
Bob sat on the quilt next to Margaret, his leg touching hers, and proceeded to unwrap the hanger with his hands. He then fashioned one end of the hanger into a larger loop, then lay the loop on the quilt and bent the now straightened part of the hanger a little over 90 degrees upward. He then took the small pot, a part of an egg poacher, and wrapped the other end of the hanger around it, fastening the hanger to it with the pliers, tight enough that the lip of the pot couldn't slip through the loop, but loose enough that the pot could easily be slipped from the loop. He made sure that the pot fit at the proper height above the can of Sterno then placed the Sterno can underneath and lit it. Bob then placed the Brie into the pot and heated it until it was just the right temperature.
Margaret opened the box of Bremner wafers and Bob opened the car door and reached into his pants for his pocket knife to cut the Brie. When he obtained the knife, he closed the car and returned to the pot. He slid the can lid over the Sterno to extinguish the flame. He opened the blade and locked it into position, then cut Margaret a slice of Brie and slid it onto her cracker. He reached into the cooler, and pulled out the bottle of wine. Margaret lightly bit into her cracker to hold it with her teeth. She reached into the paper sack and pulled
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out the acrylic wine glasses they had packed and set them in front of him. He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out the corkscrew, ran the tip around the seal, then inserted the two prongs on each side of the cork. He worked the cork out and it made a slight pop. He poured the wine into the glasses, set the bottle back into the ice chest, and cut himself a piece of Brie. He spread the Brie on one of the crackers, took his glass of wine, and lay down beside her.
They enticingly ate the Brie and crackers and sipped their wine. They made eyes at each other and laughed. They joked about what the officer was doing in the car for so long before he interrupted and laughed again. They continued to eat Brie and crackers until the Brie was half gone, then they realized the sun was starting to bake them, so they decided to take a swim.
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Chapter VII
The Rescue
By this time, other families had started pulling into the location, but they were still sufficiently spaced apart to offer some privacy. Most of the ones who found this area had been looking for some measure of privacy themselves for various reasons. Some wanted a place to smoke a little of what pleased them. Others wanted some privacy for some romance. Some wanted a place where their children could play in a less crowded environment. A couple wanted a place where they could blare their music without criticism.
Ben went to the trunk of the car and retrieved his fins, mask, and snorkel from the plastic container in which he kept them. Though the water wasn't clear enough to see anything with the mask, he liked to keep his skills in shape for their occasional trips to clear water. Margaret wasn't much of a swimmer, so she liked to stay in shallower waters most of the time and splash around, watching him as he went out, disappeared below the surface, stayed submerged for as long as he could, then re-appeared with a spray of water that resembled a whale's spout.
As Ben had gone below the water, Margaret had heard a young teen screaming. When Ben surfaced, she yelled out to Ben to look to his right. Ben looked and saw that the woman had gone too far out and was being swept out by the tide. She was already over her head and was bobbing and screaming for someone to help her.
Ben dove beneath the surface so he could get to her quickly. He came up behind the woman, wrapped an arm around her waist, and dragged her toward the shore until she was in safe water where she could stand. The teen had been terrified when she first felt the arm around her waist, thinking she was being attacked by a shark or some other ghastly sea creature, but by the time he had dragged her to safety, she had calmed down and stopped screaming. Ben cautioned the woman to stay in shallower water so that she didn't run into such problems again. The teen's parents thanked him for rescuing her. Ben just said, “No problem. Glad to do it.”
Having done his good deed, Ben quickly turned away and swam back to the shallow water where Margaret had been waiting. He splashed around with her for awhile, but the fins were getting in the way of them playing together, so he excused himself and returned the fins to the car.
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Chapter VIII
The Lotion
After Ben had put up his mask, snorkel, and fins, he returned to the water and splashed around a bit with Margaret. Soon, they realized that they were starting to get burned by the sun's rays and decided to return to the quilt, dry off, and put sunscreen on one another. They walked to the back of the car and retrieved their beach towels from the trunk. After they had dried off, they grabbed the sunscreen they kept in the trunk and returned to the quilt.
Ben took the bottle and offered to put the lotion on Margaret first. He opened the squirt cap, put a little dab on his index finger, and wiped it on her nose.
“There you go. All done,” he said jokingly.
“Oh you,” she said, then tickled him in his ribs.
They laughed a little, then Ben started applying the sunscreen on Margaret, softly, tenderly, sensually. He applied it to her forehead and cheeks first, since they were the most burned, then started applying it to her neck. He ran his lotion covered hands sensually down from her neck to her shoulders, then down her arms to her fingertips. When he reached her fingertips, she interlocked her fingers with his and drew him close for a kiss.
They kissed passionately, exploring one another's mouths with their tongues and experienced the loving feeling that they had been missing the last couple months when Margaret had been experiencing the empty nest syndrome. Ben was glad that he had come up with this plan to help her get over her feelings of loss. It was nice to have his wife back again.
When they finished their kiss, Ben applied the lotion to Margaret's chest, then back, then started applying the lotion to her thighs and legs. He was careful to apply the sunscreen smoothly and evenly. She made some pleasant noises as he caressed her thighs and legs with his lotion-moistened hands. When he got to her feet, he made sure the soles of her feet were covered, then added a little more lotion to his hand. He applied a little to her souls of her feet, then ran the lotion up and ran it between her toes with his fingers, caressing them sensually. He winked and smiled, then said, “My turn,” and handed the bottle to Margaret.
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Chapter IX
Ben's Turn
Margaret took the lotion from Ben's hand and said, “One minute.”
Margaret went to the car to retrieve the beach bag that she always brought along with her whenever they went to the beach. It contained first aid supplies, a bottle of Aloe vera gel, and some assorted odds and ends that might be useful. Sometimes she would add something extra depending on her mood or what the though might be useful.
On top of the odds and ends, she kept a folded nylon fleece Eagle throw. It had been a favorite of Ben's. It was a bald eagle in shades of brown and tan against a brown and tan scenic background. It had been displayed on their sofa at home, but the nylon border was starting to separate from the throw in a couple places, but Ben had insisted that she not throw it away, so they used it to keep the rays of the sun from their bodies when the heat became so overwhelming that sunscreen wasn't enough.
She returned to the quilt and set the bag to the side of her, took out the Eagle throw, and wrapped it around her shoulders. She then took the bottle of sunscreen and started applying it to Ben's body. After she applied some to Ben's face, she told him to turn around and let her get his back first. She had seen that the back of his shoulders were starting to turn red. She applied the lotion to his shoulders and ran her hands down his back and arms, sensuously spreading the lotion. She gave him a slap on the behind and said, “Turn around.” Ben laughed.
Margaret started working the lotion onto his chest and worked his way down to his belly. When she reached the line of his bathing suit, she threw the edges of the throw around him, pushed him back slightly so that he had to catch himself with his arms, and ran her fingers down into his bathing suit. She felt his pulsating stiffness and massaged the warm lotion onto his part.
Ben liked not always having to be the instigator and aggressor. It turned him on when she went after what she wanted, too. In fact, it turned him on more because it let him know that she still desired him.
She pressed her lips hard against his and he felt her tongue touch his lips. He opened his mouth and accepted her tongue and responded by intertwining his tongue with his. She pressed her breasts against his chest and rubbed them on him in a swaying motion as she fondled his manhood. He blushed a little, wondering if anyone could tell what was going on.
Ben enjoyed the experience and just let it happen. He didn't really care if
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anyone noticed or not. It had been so long since she had responded to him in this manner that he was resolved to enjoy every moment of it. He lay back slowly farther until his back lay against the quilt, then he grabbed her with his arms and pulled her to him. The one piece bathing suit she had changed into on this occasion would have made penetration difficult, but he wasn't really concerned with pleasuring himself in that manner right now. He just wanted to feel her closeness and warmth. Besides, he had further plans for the evening and week. He let her lay atop him as he hugged her and ran his hands across the cheeks of her behind. They ground against one another for awhile and enjoyed the passionate tenderness.
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Chapter X
Love Songs
After Ben and Margaret had expressed their love and passion to one another for awhile, the heat had made them thirsty. They got up and Ben got them a soft drink so they could cool off a little. Margaret folded the blanket as Ben retrieved the drinks, then tucked it back into her beach bag. Ben opened her drink for her and handed it to her when she had finished.
“Thank you,” she said.
“My pleasure,” said Ben with a smile.
Ben stood up and stretched, sticking his arms out and letting the sea breeze cool him off. He deeply inhaled the curative salt air as he listened to the sounds of the waves. He took in the calming energy and decided that it was time to play his guitar a little. He went to the quilt and unzipped the cloth zipper bag that he had bought for the little ¾ length electric. Being a solid body, there wasn't as much concern for the body warping that sometimes occurred with acoustics. Being operated by two 9 volt batteries, he could adjust the volume so that it was loud enough for them to hear, but not so loud as to unreasonably disturb others. The size of the guitar made it difficult for him to play, and it didn't really suit his acoustic style well, but it allowed him to get bluesy if he wanted to and was well suited for that, especially with the Super Slinkies he had strung it with.
Ben sat in front of Margaret and played her the song she most loved him to play. He had sung it to her on their honeymoon in Jamaica. It was “Watching the River Run,” a tune from the Loggins and Messina album “Full Sail.” Ben had chosen the song on the honeymoon because it had been written by Loggins and Messina and the album had pictures on the cover of when they had sailed to Jamaica. The song also expressed the way he felt about Margaret. Now when Ben started playing and singing the song, Margaret would sing along with him. Ben didn't care that she didn't have the most wonderful voice in the world. What mattered to him was that she was doing her best and was expressing her feelings to him. That meant more to him than anything else in the world.
When they had finished the song, Ben played and sang to her, “Lady of My Heart,” a song that Kenny Loggins had written during his Loggins and Messina days. Ben loved playing the beautiful love songs that Loggins had written. He didn't care that the songs he had chosen weren't popular on the radio. Ben loved the beautiful melodies and touching words that Loggins used in his songs. They were a perfect medium for him to express his love to his mate.
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Chapter XI
Enjoying the Day
Ben and Margaret spent time between the quilt and cooling off in the water. They had spent some of the day taking walks down the beach and talking to those who seemed friendly. If they found someone else playing guitar, they would stop and listen for awhile. Ben would talk to the player and pay compliments where he felt it appropriate. He would discuss various songs and styles with them. He'd inquire about which songs the player liked to play as Margaret made small talk. Sometimes the players would offer some form of drug, but Ben and Margaret politely refused. Sometimes they might take a hit or two off of a joint just to appear friendly or accept a beer, but that was the extent of their indulgence.
It was starting to get later now, and the sun was getting low in the sky positioning itself over the water. Ben and Margaret walked back to their quilt to watch the sunset.
Ben pulled out the Brie pot and set the other half of the Brie in it. He positioned the hand-fashioned holder over the Sterno can and lit the Sterno. As the Sterno was heating the Brie, Ben pulled out the wine and filled their glasses. They sat side by side eating Brie and watching the sunset. They admired the beauty of the colors and took in the sounds and smells of the sea and enjoyed each others' company. Ben decided that after they finished the Brie, he would light the fire.
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Chapter XII
Getting Ready for the Campfire
Ben picked up the guitar and lay it upon the ice chest. He grabbed the handles and started walking toward the wood he had prepared for the fire. Margaret picked up the quilt and carried it over toward the dunes, laying it out so that Ben could set the chest and guitar on it.
“Do you have the wieners and marshmallows,” Ben asked?
“Oh, I forgot all about them,” replied Margaret.
“So did I,” said Ben. “That's ok. There's a convenience store right by the entrance to the beach. Let's go buy some and remind me not to forget the buns.”
“Let's go,” said Margaret.
“We need something to take the place of the guitar to keep the quilt from blowing away,” said Ben.
“I brought the Coleman water jug,” she told him.
“I'll go get it,” said Ben.
Ben walked to the trunk and retrieved the 2 gallon water container and took it over to the quilt. He moved the guitar with his foot and set the jug down on the blanket where it had been. He picked up the guitar to place it in the trunk and Margaret followed. After Ben had placed the guitar in the trunk and closed the lid, he walked around to her car door and let her in. He closed the door and walked to his side of the car, got in, and started the car. The ding, ding, ding of the seatbelt alarm reminded them to buckle their seatbelts, then they took off to get the forgotten supplies.
It didn't take them long to get what they needed since it was a weekday and the convenience store wasn't very crowded. They got the wieners and marshmallows, and to Ben's surprise, he remembered to get the hot dog buns without being reminded. He grabbed one of the free advertising newspapers from the rack at the front of the store. They paid and left, then returned to their quilt by the fire which had remained undisturbed.
Ben got out and opened Margaret's door for her. She got out and took her place on the quilt. Ben waded up a couple pages of the advertising newspaper and placed them under the logs. Ben dug for the box of matches and when he found them, he lit the fire.
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Chapter XIII
The Campfire
The dry driftwood quickly caught fire after Ben list the wadded paper underneath. Soon, the fire was dancing up toward the sky. He scooted up next to Margaret and they snuggled as they waited for the flames to die down enough to start cooking. When the flame started dying down, Ben looked around and found two sticks that would be reasonable for roasting the wieners and marshmallows. He picked them up and held the smallest end over the fire to sterilize them. Margaret took out the wieners and handed the package to him. He looked into her eyes and growled seductively as he ripped a corner of the plastic wrapper. Margaret smiled.
Ben took out a wiener and placed one on a stick for Margaret and handed her the stick. He then took out a wiener and placed it on the other stick and they sat there cooking their wieners until they were brown and plump.
"more than that" by "Backstreet Boys"
When all the other campers had gone to bed, they stripped naked and engaged in wanton pleasures in the moonlight. They then strolled to the water and took a midnight swim. There were a couple campfires in the distance, but no one seemed to be paying them any mind. The night and the beach, for practical purposes, was theirs.
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Chapter XIV
BDSM
As time went on, Margaret came to expect the little things that Ben would dream up for her and she wanted a little more excitement. After watching “9 ½ Weeks,” she decided she wanted to experiment with it. Ben and Margaret had some friends who were into that lifestyle, so it wasn't anything they hadn't heard of. Ben had avoided that lifestyle because of his childhood memories of his parents, but he loved her and wanted to please her.
Margaret wanted to be bound. Ben thought about the rope in his garage and didn't like the thought of it digging into her wrists. He agreed if she'd make one concession.
Ben went to the hardware store and got some smooth nylon rope with a silky feel. He knew that it was thin enough for her to feel pain if she pulled against it if that's what she wanted, but it wouldn't dig into her like ordinary rope.
When he got home, he bound Margaret to the bed and started teasing her. He told her that there was nothing she could do and he would do to her whatever he darn well felt like. This seemed to thrill her. He continued taunting her and pulled out an ostrich feather pen that they had for the wedding guest book. He ran the feathers over her breasts, tickling the nipples. He ran the feather down her stomach, then back up again. He ran the feather along the sides of her neck. She started moaning with pleasure and asked for more.
“More torture,” he asked her with a smile.
Ben had lit a candle by the bed and picked it up high enough for the wax to be hot, but not to burn her, then drizzled the wax on her stomach. She moaned in pleasurable pain. She was becoming wet with desire. She asked her to untie her so she could wrap her arms around him.
“No,” he smiled. “I'm not finished with you yet. I'll be back.”
“No, don't leave me,” she cried.
Ben grinned and walked out of the room.
“Oh, I'm just going to check my email,” he teased.
“You'd better not leave me here like this.”
“What are you going to do about it?”
Margaret groaned as Ben went about his business, not knowing what he was doing.
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Ben walked into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and got some whipped
cream and some butterscotch topping. He came back to her worried face and saw her eyes widen and her frown turn into a smile.
“What are you going to do with that,” she asked.
“You'll see.”
Ben shook up the whipped cream and started toward Margaret's nipples.
“No, that will be cold!”
“Yes, won't it?”
Ben kissed her hard on the lips, then sucked hard on her neck, then squirted a dollop of whipped cream on her breasts, making her nipples stand erect. He then made a line from each one down to her vagina. Margaret shuddered with delight as Ben licked up the whipped cream, starting with her nipples and ending down at her clitoris.
“I want to hold you,” she said.
“You can't. You're tied up at the moment.”
“Ohhhhh YOU!”
Ben smiled as she struggled against the rope writhing in pleasure.
“Hmmm... the whipped cream seems to be gone,” said Ben.
He reached over and pulled out the butterscotch topping. He drizzled it on her clitoris and down the lips of her vagina. Margaret shuddered again feeling the cool, thick butterscotch drizzling on her privates.
Ben replaced the cap and set aside the jar, then ran his fingertip along her vaginal lips to get a little of the butterscotch. He then placed his finger to her lips and shuddered himself when she sucked the butterscotch off of it.
Ben moved down and bit her inner thigh, then started licking the butterscotch from the bottom up. The butterscotch held its flavor much longer than the whipped cream, so he enjoyed the flavor as he slowly worked his way up to the clitoris. Margaret gyrated and moaned, pulling against the ropes
Ben spent extra time toying with her clitoris. He continued until he sent her into ecstasy, then let her regain some composure. He then reached over to the
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top drawer of the bedside table and pulled out a vibrator. He ran it over her breasts, along the sides of her stomach, then in circles on top of her stomach,
circling ever closer to home base. He then pleasured her again with the
vibrator. By this time, Margaret was BEGGING him to enter her. The excitement of this new experience had him ready, so this time he obliged her, teasing her as he entered.
Ben didn't give her the whole thing at once as she wanted. He just placed in the tip, then retrieved it. He'd taunt her with it again, a little deeper, then retrieve it again. Her moans were almost becoming screams now, so he plunged himself deeply into her, pumping and gyrating until they had both been fully pleased. When he was finished, he untied Margaret so they could cuddle and experience the after-glow.
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Chapter XV
Ben's Turn
Tonight, it was Ben's turn to get tied up. He wanted to see what kind of things she would come up with and wanted to see if there was something he might have missed that she desired.
Margaret smacked him on the behind a couple times and told him to get in the bed. Ben complied.
Margaret tied him to the bed and began taunting him. She ran her tongue slowly up and down his body, kissed his lips, then made her way down to his manhood, licking, then sucking on it. She then licked his scrotum and kissed down his inner thighs. She decided to try the candle trick, but held the candle too close, burning Ben.
“DAMN! THAT'S HOT!” screamed Ben.
“Oh, sorry,” replied Margaret.
She peeled the wax off of Ben and there was a red spot like a bad sunburn. She kissed it and made another pass at his manhood with her lips and he soon forgot the pain.
Margaret reached in the dresser and pulled out the chinchilla pelt that Ben was so fond of rubbing on her. She rubbed the soft chinchilla all over his body, filling him with desire. He felt himself become extremely erect and felt the desire to hold her. He could see how much she had wanted to hold him when she had told him. It escaped his lips.
“I want to hold you.”
“But you can't,” smiled Margaret.
Ben struggled uselessly against the ropes, then just gave in to the pleasure, feeling a strange sense of freedom in not having to be responsible for giving pleasure for once. Margaret toyed with him, then rode him hard to completion, then untied him so they could bask in the after-glow again. They lay there in each others arms and looked into each other's eyes. Ben sang her a love song as they lay in each other's arms and drifted off to sleep.
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Chapter XVI
The End of Pleasure
Margaret and Ben continued reading and finding new ways to please one another throughout the years. Anytime one of them thought that things were getting stale, the other would come find something new to do. They bought one book and spent long hours experimenting with the different techniques and learning the other's favorite erogenous zones. They didn't always agree on a method or technique, but they found enough that they did agree on to keep them busy through the years. Still, Margaret had wanderlust and would go off on an affair on rare occasion. She told him she was leaving, a thing that she did when she was going to go have an affair. This aggravated Ben to the point that he almost considered having an affair on her for a change. He went as far as passionately kissing another woman right in front of Margaret, but he couldn't go through with it. It was enough to stop Margaret from going off on her affair, though.
Some time passed, and Margaret started feeling ill. She went off to the doctor and had a pale look when she came home.
“I have cancer,” she told Ben.
Ben's face went pale. Tears came to his eyes. In spite of Margaret's shenanigans, he had grown to love her dearly. He knew that his time with Margaret was drawing to an end. All of Ben's close friends had died earlier that year and he knew he was losing the closest friend he had ever had. It was more than he could take, but he held on for her sake.
Ben did all he could to get Margaret the treatment she needed. He did all he could to help her feel happy, too. He let her drain the bank accounts and buy whatever pleasantries she desired. Her taste was rich, though, and soon there was barely enough to cover the doctor bills and medication. Margaret opted for hospice care at the end. Ben didn't really have enough money, but her parents agreed to help with the bill. It was November and she dearly wanted to make it to Christmas.
Ben and Margaret's family decorated her room with Christmas ornaments and a small artificial tree. Ben gave her an early Christmas gift of a series of collectable refrigerator magnet angels, all he could still afford.
When Margaret passed, Ben let her daughters come and take whatever they wanted. The only thing he refused them was a small lamp which was the last thing that Ben and Margaret had purchased together. Her daughters pretty much cleaned out the place, but he didn't care. Nothing really meant anything to him now that Margaret was gone.
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A couple years later, Ben moved his mother in after his mother had been repeatedly raped and beaten by an insane neighbor. He sold his house and
bought a double-wide trailer to put on some land, then, after she moved in, he gave himself permission to have the nervous breakdown he had put off for so long. He started having horrible waking nightmares, so he checked himself into an institution to see if they could straighten him out. After a couple weeks in the institution, he went for counseling for several months. Finally, he weaned himself off the drugs and started trying to get his head and his life back together. He would remember her from time to time, but sometimes found it better for him to concentrate on the bad times rather than the good times so that he didn't miss her so dearly. Forgetting the good times, though, was not an easy task.
Very few could relate to the intensity of the pain that Ben felt over losing her. The ones who would have understood were dead. His mother never understood and she eventually became old and frail and had to move in with his sister. Ben was all alone now and there was no one there to comfort him. Ben tried to find someone to replace his lost love a few times, but they always let him down in one way or another. Ben decided it was just best to live alone until he joined his late wife on the other side.
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