My Abbreviated Open Marriage

Her name is Sally, and she's quite the good old girl. My relationship with her started (and sadly ended) on a sunny, somewhat overcast Thursday. As you can see, Sally is quite affectionate, and a really good kisser. That's my wife, watching carefully that I not go too far with this adventuresome lass. I am allowed to flirt with other women, and can watch them come and go, but spending too much time or showing too much affection is frowned upon.

That being said, Sally met with my wife's approval, knowing full well my reluctance to spend too much time in the water, so it was just a passing flirtation. a quick kiss on the check, followed by a more prolonged kiss on the lips. Oh, and yes, we danced as well, but it was more like the twist or the shimmy shimmy shake. Sally would swim up, standing tall on her very talented tail, and allow you to grasp her pectoral fins and dance. Apparently dancing in this fashion ("standing" on one's tail) is analogous to dancing backwards in spike heels, so our dance (and romance) was short lived.

But this was a proper affair, which began with simple petting, being followed by more serious affection being shown. Sally would swim by on parade, as we held our hands horizontal over the surface of the water, and we could first pat her on her backside, careful not to plug her blowhole or harm her dorsal. Then, that aquarian hussy would return inverted and let us rub her belly. This is serious petting, and I can tell you she's smooth all the way down to the tip of her fluke. Her skin felt like smooth rubber, almost as if she were wearing a wet suit.....which I guess she was. She seemed to enjoy this, but maybe that was just my imagination. Almost to then say "cool it, boy", she proceeded to thrash that talented tail and soak us all, smacking it on the surface with the grand prize winner of the belly flop contest onboard our ship.

Sally ended her performance (as it was clear she was just acting the part, and never very serious about OUR relationship), by doing that classic standing up high in the water and swimming backward. She wasn't just a flirt, she was a show-off.

Well, it was Just my luck, another warm mammal comes into my life, and then gives me the old fish eye and departs. Unrequited love left me standing on the pier, watching Sally and two friends leap fifteen feet in the air like circus performers, almost as if to say "go home buddy, this show is over". And so, I did........