It's amazing how quickly you return to your routine after you return home from an adventurous or unique time away. Often, that exciting time somewhere else seems to have been a dream in which someone else did all those things you remember. At her office, the members of the group acted much as they had before, all quite discreet. Frank sat at his desk, Sandy at hers and the others at theirs, with no conversation about their wild activities. No one asked Sandy if she were wearing panties. When Sarah or others made their comments about Frank's lack of interest in their charms, no one told them why.
There were exceptions, of course. When Sandy, as promised, sent the pictures from the beach to everyone, plus sending sensitive ones only to those directly involved, they each, in effect, whispered something like 'My god, I don't remember doing that!' The pictures were amazing in many ways. The house and area were beautiful, but more interesting were the many showing erotic activity involving everybody, many of the "candid snapshot' variety. When something amatory was occurring, it seemed that someone would grab the camera and photograph it. Literally everyone, including Sandy and Frank, was captured in sexual activity, usually fucking when those semi-private cabanas were actually non-private. Sandy was shocked to see a picture of her with Frank's cock in her mouth when the cabana side was pulled away. No one really cared at the time, but, afterwards they often were startled when faced with a photograph.
In some ways, the most surprising type of picture was when everyone was just being casual, not doing anything special. There were many of the girls sitting around semi or completely nude. Quite a few of those was of Sandy walking on the beach or standing in the water, several with Frank's arm around her. Others were group pictures with an interesting illustration of something - I'm not quite sure what. Rather than female modesty and male bravado, the women frequently were completely naked while the men wore suits! It was certainly more edifying and attractive than the other way around!
In some ways, though, the best pictures were the ones of Sandy coming down the stairs in her little nightgown. They, and she, were beautiful and she was honestly shocked at how she glamorous and sexy she looked. She had said that she felt like a Ziegfeld girl at the time, and the picture showed that - except for the very long legs on those tall girls - she actually did. Of course, the ones showing her holding her skirt up by the van on that last day were funny - and sexy.
The rest of the school year went rapidly, with several parties. The difference was that after each party Frank brought Sandy home and they slept together in the suite. A few other times he drove over, parked in the alley and met Sandy in the suite and spent the night. The camera still recorded the action, but primarily so that we could look back if Sandy thought that something special had happened, which was unusual. I rarely watched them - I had seen the show. The only time I remember looking in was the first time he slept over. I was interested in seeing them sleeping and waking up together.
The few times Frank and I met, we acted just as we had before - no acknowledgement of any kind that I knew that he was fucking my wife or that he knew that I knew, or that I knew that he knew that I knew, etc., etc. There was one time that their relationship was recognized de facto although nothing was said directly and that came after several significant events occurred.
The final exams were completed and the graduate students had their annual "end-of-the-semester" party at Judy's, the last party there since she had her master's degree and was moving on. Whether she and Ed would continue their relationship was up in the air. Tom and Claire were off to Utah. Ruth and Bob were moving to Virginia - near Virginia Beach - both having gotten teaching jobs at a community college. It was an evening of goodbyes and a lot of tears and promises to "keep in touch." Frank and Sandy were downcast as they arrived back at the suite, because, their own relationship was changing also. Frank's prelim exams were scheduled for two weeks later and, most difficult of all, he had received a teaching job back in Maine - something much to be desired, but it wasn't near Sandy.
It had become obvious that my concern about Sandy and Frank's affair had been correct. As I said long ago, I wasn't worried about her becoming too attached to him, but I did see the possibility of him caring too much for her. To his credit, he recognized that she was devoted to me and our marriage and that he accepted that she loved him, but not in the way he loved her. So, while he honestly told her that the job was perfect for him in many ways, he was reluctant to accept it because he wanted to stay near her. As she told me, they lay in bed discussing the situation with the inevitable conclusion that he had to go.
Of the entire group, the person who came out best in terms of most convenient and career enhancement was, happily, Sandy. She, with excellent recommendations, had interviewed for a teaching job at a nearby community college and was virtually assured of being hired. Fortuitously, before she accepted, a small state university, ten miles away, had a professor leave on sabbatical and Sandy was offered the temporary job as replacement until he returned. Even better, there was a good chance that the department might be enlarged and, if she did well, her appointment would be permanent! So, by fall, her dissertation would be finished, we would have a second Dr. MacAndrew in our house and she would be a university professor!
As far as her affair with Frank was concerned, there were two significant events that occurred as the semester ended. First, was something reminding us that one year before they had fucked on a blanket in the middle of the lawn on a moonlight night. Once that came to mind we remembered speculating what it would be like doing the same thing in the daylight. Actually, it was the outrageousness of the idea that had the greatest appeal. We had marked the exact place where the blanket had been put down, and the more we thought of it, the more that it seemed to appeal to Sandy.