When we decided to get married we were both in our thirties and had been around the block more than a few times. Having seen too many friend’s marriages end in disaster, we decided on a code of acceptable behavior regarding sex outside our union. Sally and I both had an interest in variety which included, on occasion, same-sex partners. Our compromise was no opposite-sex partners to avoid the risk of romantic involvement and that discrete same-sex dalliances would be acceptable.Sally’s relations with women were always spontaneous. It could be a hairdresser, shop girl, or someone she met in a bar. I, on the other hand, not willing to risk exposure, planned my forays into gaydom very carefully. One of my favorite places to go and be totally anonymous was Palm Springs. With a variety of gay resorts and day isvecbahis spas, it offered me the secrecy I craved and the freedom of absolutely no-commitment sex. As we approached Palm Springs on the drive down from Santa Barbara, the topic of what I did on my semi-annual golf trips came up. She knew it was more than golf that drew me to America’s gayest city and was interested in hearing about it. Our open relationship demanded a high level of honesty about these things. I related what the resorts were like and what I did when I went there. More interested in what the places were like than my experiences she wanted to see for herself.I called my usual spot, a grade-B resort with decent rooms for overnight stays, a pool, hot tubs, a fairly decent restaurant, and the usual X-rated play area. When I inquired isveçbahis giriş about whether they admitted women the clerk said that being a public accommodation they could not discriminate based on gender but it was most unusual and not recommended. I told Sally it was a go.After dinner, we arrived and I informed the man behind the desk that I had called earlier, he recalled. I paid for two lockers, towels, and, as I normally did, a cock ring. It was a Friday night and the place was jumping, we created a bit of a stir as we approached the pool and outdoor lockers. The place was aswarm with naked men of all shapes and sizes, mostly middle-aged. I quickly undressed and stuffed my things in my locker as Sally was neatly folding her skirt and blouse, soon to be joined by her bra and panties. Sally, at isveçbahis yeni giriş forty-three, was a slender, wholesome woman with long legs, a flat tummy, and small perky breasts with delightful pink nipples that always seemed to be erect. Her ivory white skin was beautifully accented by her long red hair and matching pubes. As she stood up to put her things away she was the center of attention, she loved it. Spying a couple of empty chaises on the far side of the pool we ventured out. Sally, still in her heels, made quite an entrance. Her legs seemed to go on forever as she made her way to the seats, all eyes were on her. I left to get us something to drink as she waded into the pool. Soon surrounded by a quartet of admirers they were laughing and joking when I returned with the sodas, she had them charmed. Exiting the pool she showered and on her way back engaged another couple of elderly men in conversation, they too were smitten. I imagine more than a few of those “gay” men would have loved to fuck this alluring woman.