Free Use Beach Club

Finally achieving membership at one of my town's exclusive beach clubs was the ultimate capstone to my successful legal career spanning two decades.

Imagine my surprise when the club's manager asked me and my husband if we would like to participate in the club's optional "Free Use" program, a tradition it has held since the 60s.

He matter-of-factly described how members wear various color coded wristbands to signify how much access they'd allow to their bodies.

Balking at the idea of letting strangers fondle us, we initially refused, hoping to just take advantage of the conventional amenities that club has to offer.

But we're both open-minded people, and after a heated lovemaking session spurred on by the debauchery we witnessed at the club, we decided to give the first level wristbands a try.

Much to our delight, engaging with other members only served to fortify the profound intimacy between us, stoking the flames of our desire to new heights.

But then, like a ghost from my past, my former fiancé James materialized among the club's elite members, and he was not quiet about his intent to reclaim me through the seductive power of his libido.

I couldn't help but feel a twinge of unease. Would the temptation of my former flame, coupled with the sexually charged atmosphere of the club, prove too much for my relationship with Dave to withstand? Could the unbreakable bond we shared endure this unexpected test?