Life is a bitch, not a fairy tale. In real life events seldom happen as we would like.
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A week after returning home, the relationship between Bob and Liz was still strained. All physical evidence of Liz's indiscretion had disappeared, but her mental guilt was eating her alive. She still found it hard to believe how she had been tricked and lied to. How could she have been so gullible, unless she had wanted the same thing?
Not being given an opportunity to make love to his wife, had Bob in a quandary. No matter how hard he tried, he could think of nothing he had done wrong. Well, taking Liz to the nudist club, but, she had agreed first. That wasn't it, so what else was wrong? Was she thinking of the bigger sized dicks on the other members? Was she now disappointed in him? Henry never crossed Bob's thoughts for he had never seen him at the colony and wasn't aware he had been there.
Liz had taken Bob's colt and loaded it. She was determined to take whatever action necessary to prevent a repeat of what had happened between her and Henry. The day came Henry knocked on the door and was prepared to take up where they left off. Following him to the bedroom, she picked up the gun and held it at her side. Taking off his shirt and dropping his pants, he looked at her questioningly.
Liz raised the pistol, cocking it at the same time. She had it pointed at his groin and big cock. A look of uncertainty and fear came on his face.
"What is that for? What do you think you're going to do?" Henry asked, trying to be brave.
"You son-of-a-bitch! Don't say another word, unless you want to lose your most prized possession. Never doubt for a second I won't pull the trigger." Liz hissed. I have every right to shoot you. You're in my bedroom with your pants around your ankles. Who would the police believe with your reputation for fucking wives on the side? I should blow that monster off, just to protect women in the future. If you want out of here with all your parts, you'll pick up your clothes and leave. Right Now! Never, ever come back! Put your clothes on in the hallway. I'm sick of looking at you!
Henry knew she was so upset and hysterical, she would do exactly what she said. Without protest, he picked up his clothes and out the door he went, happy to get away from the crazy bitch.
Liz collapsed in a heap on the sofa, completely drained and shaking uncontrollably. One good thing, she felt a Hell of a lot better and her guilt had lessened. Maybe now, she and Bob could get on with their life.
Two days later, Bob was informed he was being sent to the Orlando office for two or three months. It seemed they were having trouble and needed his expertise.
"What did you do to piss the old man off?" asked Paul.
"I have no idea what this is about, but, can I take Liz? Bob questioned.
"Your expense account will be for you only, but, I"ll tell you what I did once. I drove my own car down and used the car rental allowance for my wife. It's only a six or seven hour trip. You'll be glad you took her." Paul explained. "Oh! Be sure you take plenty of mosquito repellent."
Checking in at the Orlando office, Bob was told to find a place in the Kissimmee-Lake Buena Vista area, since the job site was closer to there. He was given the place and person to report to on Monday. Getting a motel suite and unpacked was no problem, and they still had three days see the sights.
"Let's drive over to the ocean and spend the weekend on the beach in the sun." said Liz.
There must have been ten thousand people at Miami Beach. "Where in God's name did all these people come from? This is the off season, isn't it?" Liz asked.
"Let's drive North and find a place not so busy." Bob suggested.
Driving up A1A toward North Miami Beach, but South of Hollywood, Liz was getting tired of looking. "There's a nice motel and it's close to the beach. Let's stop here." Liz said.
Strolling onto the beach, Bob saw a sign saying, 'this is a clothing optional beach' "What does that mean, clothing optional?"
"Oh No!" Gasped Liz. "Not again! Look!"
Bob was looking and he was speechless. Most of the people were naked as jaybirds. Some women were wearing bottoms and no top. All the men seemed to be completely nude. Looking closer, there were too many men with men, and women with women. "It's not only a nude beach, but seems to be a gay beach as well."
"To Hell with it. There's not that many people. Let's find a secluded spot and lay our blanket. We already rented a motel and I'm going to get some sun. A naked gay beach, my God!, I never heard of such a thing." Exclaimed Liz.
