Rose was seething. She'd suspected Seamus of infidelity, but witnessing it firsthand made her see red.
That slag Doris had been flirting with Seamus for as long as they'd owned their vacation condo. You could see that Doris had once been a beautiful woman, but now, pushing sixty, she looked sad. Rose knew from talking to the staff and other guests that she'd been the trophy wife of a senior Fortune 500 executive, marrying him when she was in her late twenties and he was fifty. Now her husband is eighty and is confined to a nursing home. Doris doesn't visit him, instead spending her time and his money at this Florida gulf coast vacation resort trying to pick up younger men.
Doris sits by the pool from ten in the morning until the sun starts to go down every day in swimsuits that many women half her age wouldn't dare to wear. Her body is toned, and she doesn't have any fat, but her cellulite is clear evidence that she owes her figure to liposuction as much as to her personal trainer. Her skin is dark and leathery from too much sun, and her face is slightly misshapen from too much Botox and collagen. Her plastic surgeon is probably very good, but eventually excesses show through. And of course, she has a ridiculous looking set of store-bought tits.
Although Seamus was just thirty, he'd let himself go and looked closer to forty. A pasty, freckled, ginger, he'd gone from the 180 pounds of muscle he'd carried in his rugby playing days to 240 pounds of flab. Rose urged him to eat better and get some regular exercise because she worried about his health. She saw how easily he became winded, and he'd had to give up some favorite activities like tennis. In Seamus's mind those were just a pretext. He believed that in reality, she couldn't bear to look at his body. That made him ashamed, and he dealt with his shame by eating and drinking more.
Seamus had always been a fun guy and a bit of a flirt, and that was still the persona he showed the world. When he flirted and women flirted back, he felt less ashamed. Although he knew most of those women were flirting just for fun, he found that some of them were sincerely coming on to him. Eventually he took it to the next step and started sleeping with some of those women.
The irony was that Rose never denied him her body, happily making love to him whenever he asked and indulging any fantasy he wanted to try. Rose did everything she could to keep their sex life alive, but it was hard because, aside from his physical condition, Seamus was unimaginative and unadventurous as a lover. Most men would have thought they'd died and gone to heaven having a smart, loving, gorgeous women like Rose who was willing to be their sex toy, but it washed right over Seamus.
And Rose was gorgeous. Seamus had described her to someone as having the body of Salma Hayek with auburn hair, green eyes and milk-white skin. She turned heads wherever she went. Since they'd moved to the US, they'd also found that American men think her Irish accent is incredibly sexy, adding to the whole package.
Seamus loved being seen with her, and he made her dress for maximum effect. Although Rose preferred modest clothing styles, she wore things like dresses with swooping necklines, slit up to the hip, or tight sweater dresses with nothing underneath because that's what Seamus liked. He loved to take her out wearing see-through dresses and tops. Many of their holidays included visits to topless and nude beaches where Seamus knew people would see him with the hottest woman there.
Here at the resort, she spent most of her time wearing the collection of slingshot bathing suits Seamus was continually buying for her. She thought they were ridiculous, especially considering how easily her fair skin burned. She also hated that it was impossible for her to apply enough sunscreen without putting on a show that would make a great porn video. But Seamus loved the way she looked in them, so that's what she wore.
Another irony was that the women who Seamus slept with were dumpy, mousy women who few men paid attention to, or older women bored with their marriages and looking for a thrill. Not one of them would get a second look if they walked down the street naked.
Rose had seen the signs, and although she wanted to deny it, she'd hired a private detective a few weeks before their vacation on her father's advice. Then they'd come on this vacation and Seamus had dropped all the evidence she needed right in her lap.
One day, Rose noticed Doris leaving the pool during what she'd always claimed were the peak tanning hours. Rose had never seen her away from the pool in the afternoon except for a quick wee or if it were raining. At about the same time, Seamus got up and said he was going for a walk. About forty minutes later, they both returned to the pool within a few minutes of each other.
The same thing happened the next day, so Rose followed Seamus. She saw him walk around to the front of the building and then duck into Doris's ground floor condo. Rose knew that it was a one-bedroom unit with both the living room and bedroom opening out onto a patio, so she went around to the back and peeked in. She didn't see them in the living room, so she moved to the bedroom where she saw Seamus getting undressed while Doris lay naked on the bed. Rose got out her phone and started snapping pictures as she watched.
Not surprisingly, Seamus's cock was limp. One side effect of his poor health was a problem with erectile disfunction. Doris gave him a sloppy blowjob which eventually got him hard, leading Rose to surmise that he'd taken one of his pills. Then they had a quick, awkward fuck which they both proclaimed to be amazing.
Rose slipped back to the pool as they rose to get dressed, careful to make sure neither of them caught a glimpse of her through the patio door. When Seamus returned, she greeted him as if everything were normal.
The next day, they repeated their tryst the exact same way, and Rose got more pictures. That's when she came up with her plan.
