We discussed trying it again next vacation, but every time we get worked up we find ourselves fucking. Somehow we always come to our senses telling ourselves, “It was a one time experiment. It was a one in a trillion series of events that fell into place. Our marriage is still intact, and we’d like to keep it that way. Why on earth would we risk anything else?”
Yes, we always talk the good talk, but who am I kidding? The power of that experience will never leave our minds, and inevitably the tumblers will someday fall into place again… and I’m certain neither of us will be strong enough to fight it.
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