I got lucky when an old buddy of mine who had gotten married a few years ago complained to me that he and his wife needed something extra to keep the magic going.
Strange as it sounded, our new arrangement seemed to be working.
Every morning Charlie would don her skimpiest bikini and pad out to the pool for some sun and to wait for somebody to invite her to their room or place.
Let's face it; she looked like a porn star, too much makeup and a set of tits that were an unreal 38D.
By the time we got back from this disaster of a honeymoon, I knew there would be big trouble and soon unless I came up with some kind of plan to keep her happy.
She confessed that she was seeing a couple of guys at the part time job she had, both of them married, which was something of a blessing.