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When I went topside it was a gorgeous dawn, and I decided to stay with the new uniform of the day. I jumped into the ocean for a little swim, and after a few strokes, I saw Alan on the deck. I motioned for him to come on in, and he splashed in and floundered over to me. We continued a few hundred yards, until we were both worn out. I'm a better swimmer than he is, but he can stay afloat much easier than I can; I often hung onto his shoulders as a flotation device and that morning I didn't see any reason to change the habit. But as we rested in the deep water, I began to feel his arm brush up against my chest more than was absolutely necessary. I extricated myself, and swam towards the beach, into shallower water. When I could barely stand up, I just looked at the beauty of the island. A few minutes later, I felt Alan's lips at the back of my neck, and his hand cupped my bosom. I turned around in surprise, and he grabbed me and pressed our groins together while he attempted to kiss me. I avoided as much contact as I could, and said, "Alan, you know I like you, but we just can't do this. Do you understand?"
"But, Lisa, you're just so . . ."
"No, Alan. We can't hurt Doreen or Don."
"But . . ."
"I'm going back to the boat, Alan. I'm trusting you not to do anything like this again." I took off, outswimming him, and by the time he got back to the boat I had a bra and cover-up on, and Don was rustling around, thanks to a few nudges from me. Within a few hours, everything seemed back to normal, but for the rest of the trip I didn't go topless, and I was very careful about touching him when we played. He seemed to be okay with that, and didn't try anything else. As far as I was concerned, it was forgotten. No, I didn't tell Don about it.
A few weeks later, the guys were spending a day at the lake, and Doreen and I were in her backyard, just chatting. We went on for awhile, and then she said, "Lisa, can I talk to you? About sex?"
This wasn't a big deal. The first time she was pregnant, she realized that she wasn't able to satisfy Alan completely, and she wanted to know how to give him a good blowjob. This was before the Internet, (not that Doreen would ever enter a chat room!) and she needed a good reference. None better than me, she figured, and I was happy to give her a few pointers. In the ensuing years, when they got bored or other minor problems would crop up, I'd help her out with some sound advice.
This time, however, it was a big deal.
"Lisa, I think Alan's going to have an affair."
"Oh, come on, Doreen, he loves you. He's not going to do anything like that."
"But he's been fantasizing about it in bed with me. It's on his mind. He's never had anyone but me, and now that the kids are out of the house, he's got too much time to himself."
"So he's going through male menopause. Big deal. He'll get over it."
We went around that block for a long time. Although I wasn't convinced he would ever get serious, (or know what to do to get it if he did!), Doreen was sure that sooner or later, she was going to have to deal with the 'other woman.'
"Okay, let's assume for the moment that you're right. So he goes out and has a quick affair. So you'll be hurt for a little while, but honey, before long he'll come back, wagging his tail behind him. You've got absolutely nothing to worry about, even in the remote possibility that he really does go through with it."
"I wish I was so sure about it. But with all the widows and divorced women out there, I'm afraid he'll like her more than he likes me, and I'll lose him."
We talked about that one for awhile. This, apparently, was her big problem, that after he went away he'd never come back. Having seen it happen all too often before, (one guy chased me for two years,) I could only be so supportive. Finally, we got around to looking for solutions. I sure didn't have one, but Doreen did.
"Lisa, what I need to do is get him a different woman who would service him once or twice, and then send him home." This one floored me.
"What are you going to do, get