Becky lay there, nonplussed, half playing with her soft and recently battered pussy, half guarding it from her husband, who was clearly way out of sorts. But still, her body became so hot after the level of disrespect her husband showed her, she found herself fawning after him as they both did for so long after they first met. This new and improved husband was a brute she could certainly learn to enjoy.
On her hands and knees she crawled toward him like a gazelle begging the lion's pardon. But John, seeing his bride assuming that he would forgive, stood and said, "Fuck off, my love!! We have nothing to say to each other. Not until tomorrow when you and I head out so I can offer you around like the whore you are! Now, there's a crossword in the lobby that needs doing." With that, he exited the room, causing a stripe of fear to paint itself cold down Becky's back. She was terrified of the idea of John leaving her and realized, as she continued to remain propped up on her hands and knees, that she was failing as his wife. He may have been physically harsh and emotionally indifferent toward her, but he didn't cheat on her, either. That gave him the leverage he needed to be in the right.
Becky, on the other hand, knew that her actions in the shared bathroom at the hostel were nothing short of infidelity. She wept for several minutes until she heard footfalls approaching her door and stood to greet John with a kiss and a deeply remorseful apology. Quickly, her hands acted as windshield wipers beneath her eyes to wipe away the tears she produced only moments before. She forced a smile and went to answer the door.
As she swung it open, there stood Hans, the proprietor with the wandering eye, who greeted John and Becky when they arrived hours earlier. With him we're two backpackers from Brazil named Janice and Camilla, both attractive with dark hair and highly defined facial features, as if they left a modeling agency just prior to arriving at the hostel. Becky saw that they were beautiful, and then, all at once, noticed that her very short shorts were unzipped, her left breast was exposed, and she was sweating profusely, causing her body to reflect the light off the beads that had developed along the lay of her soft skin. Even in this disheveled manner, Becky still managed to look really attractive, but the fact that something just blew up in their room couldn't be ignored.
Hans stared for a moment and kindly offered, "You know, we have vacancies in other rooms and this might not be the best time to...."
Camilla placed a hand on Hans' shoulder and Hans stopped talking immediately. "We would be fine to stay here," she said in her deepest of Mid-South American dialects. There was an anxiousness in her voice, an urgency. Janice nodded toward Hans, in agreement with Camilla, and he just smiled dubiously, took one more glance at Becky, turned on his heels, departed.
Becky stepped aside as she attempted to fix her appearance and the girls, in their mid-thirties from the looks of them, entered with a glance from one end of the small room to the other. Any plans John had to sleep on the extra bed away from Becky vanished and she was fine with that. Becky knew that this would change the dynamic of their communications, at least while they were in the same room with two foreign beauties. Becky sighed relief when Camilla opened up in conversation with her in English.
"Hello. My name es Camilla....," she stated in broken English terms, "....and this es mi amiga, Janice."
"Oh hi. Sorry for the appearance. I'm Becky. My husband, John, is elsewhere, but he'll return shortly." As she said this, she finally tucked her breast back into her tight lace bra and replaced her spaghetti strap on her shoulder. After a deep breath, she continued, "So, what are you two doing here in Amsterdam?"
"Same as you. No rushing to any well known sites, more winging it than actually planning and scheduling. We found that more relaxing. I'm sure you would agree."
"Yeah, but how did you know that...."
Camilla interrupted, "Anyone who stays at a hostel doesn't usually plan hotel stays or manage time effectively. Know what I mean. Hostel dwellers tend to be more the.....uuhhhh.....what es that word where you do things that are surprise? Like sudden it pops in the head and you do?"
"Oh," Becky quickly realized. "You mean spontaneous!"
"Si, si, si. Spon--ta--ne--ous." The three laughed for a moment and Camilla continued, "Gracias, my English only a little good."
Becky joked, "Oh, un pocito English." Again, laughter, this time much more contented and free. Becky, Camilla, and Janice were getting along quite well, having only just met, not to mention that the first impression Becky left was not one that would inspire likability. "I have to admit that your English is far more understandable than my Spanish, so you have me at an advantage there."
"Ad--vaaaah......" another word Camilla and Janice weren't familiar with.
"Advantage. Like if you play soc.....fútbol with an extra player on the field. Then you have an advantage."
"Ooohhhhh, so like I know two languages and you know one, so I have the advantage?"
"Pretty much! Do you girls want a drink?"
"A drink? If es cold, then two of whatever it is!"
"It's a drink drink. Like alcohol. Vodka. Yes?"
"Si, si! We like alcohol! If you want, I can make a drink for the three of us I think u like."
"Sounds like a plan. Camilla, you have the bar." Camilla looked over at her friend and nodded her head in the direction of the bar. Janice made her way to the bar to see to the drinks in a way that looked like she would have dropped the Hope Diamond to follow Camilla's instruction to a tee. Becky noticed this and found it odd, but not off putting in any way.
As the two sat down, Becky leaned in and asked, "So are you her owner or something. The way you told her to get the drinks and her quick reaction. Are you two partners?"
"You could call us partners, yes. We are in a relationship where I'm the dominant and she is the......uuuhhhh.....submittive?"
"Submissive. Yes, go on." Becky was glued to Camilla's explanation.
"Well, you see, she enjoys being bossed around and I do the bossing....Hehehehe."
"And does this also mean in bed, like during sex?"
"Oh sí. Especially in bed. We wear certain style clothing to show our roles as we make love."
Becky was getting very hot listening to this. Just then, Janice returned with the drinks. As Becky took her first sip and loved the flavor, a plan to get back in her husband's good graces began to form.
As if she read Becky's mind, Camilla asked, "I couldn't help pero notice the mood you were in when the door opened. You had been crying and your clothes were messed up. What are you sad for?"
