Back in 2014, my wife Rachel and I decided to open up our marriage. We were 24 and 26 at the time. Keep in mind, we were very secure in our love for each other but had been monogamous since high school. Both of us were exclusive partners since we were 14 and 16 years old. We agreed It was time to shake things up a bit. Enter Ashlea.
Ashlea has always has been, best friends with my sister-in-law Anna. In fact, she’s like the third sister among Rachel and Anna. Perhaps this is why my attraction to her felt so wrong.
“Where’s the top to this suit? I swear I packed the lime green top!” Ashlea shouted as she walked across our Airbnb rented apartment in Costa Rica. Meanwhile her hands were cupping her perky b-sized breasts. I tried to pay not attention, with my head buried in Yelp reviews for nearby restaurants. “There it is, damn it! How did that end up under the couch?” I tried not to look as she casually put the top on and walked toward Rachel and I. I could see both of her areolas popping out of the top as she fidgeted with the straps. “Did you guys find a restaurant to eat at yet?”