Yeah I know ... it's been a long while since the first story. This sequel had actually been part written for some considerable time. I just needed to re-focus on it.
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END OF PART ONE
IAN'S STORY
"Hello ... Gina ... are you there?" I asked.
"Hi ..."
At last. "Gina, where have you been? I've been trying to get hold of you for ages. Where are you now?" I was trying hard not to sound angry but I knew I wasn't making a very good job of it.
"I've been busy," she replied curtly.
"I'm sorry," I apologised. "I'm still incredibly jet lagged. I've no idea what time it is there. Anyway, where are you?"
"I'm on a second date with Paul!" she announced.
"Sorry ... pardon?" I was momentarily confused, not sure what she'd just said.
"I said, I'm on a second date with Paul. I've been on one date with him and this is now my second!"
I heard a gasp. It sounded like she was in pain. "You okay?" I asked. "But what are you talking about? Dates ... with Paul?"
"Yep! But you already know all about it anyway ... don't you!" Gina spat back at me. Why did she sound so angry?
"I'm sorry, I don't understand. You're going to have to spell it out for me." I shook my head. I had no idea what she was talking about.
"Ohhh fuuuck ..." I heard Gina gasp. "Ohhh ... fuuucckk ...noooo ..."
What the hell ...
"Okay ... okay ... oooooooo ..." I heard Gina gasp, "I'll give you a clue ... eeessshhh fuuucckk ... it ... involves money ... oooooohhh ..."
I could hear the sound of muffled noises. Gina had obviously covered up the mouthpiece trying to mute the sound.
"What money ..." I screamed down the phone.
"The money Paul paid you. The big bonus. I've seen your payslip Ian."
"Oh that! Well ... yeah ... Paul told me not to tell you ..." I paused briefly to make my next statement a momentous occasion.
"Yeah after I landed the Anderson contract I finally got the pay rise Paul had promised me and he generously back dated it to the beginning of the year. But he put it down on my payslip as a bonus. It was a huge amount of money, don't you think so? Just think what we can spend that on. We can finally go on that cruise you've been dreaming about," I proudly announced.
"YOU BASTAAAARD!!" I head Gina scream.
"Gina ... GINA ..." I shouted back. It was no good, she didn't answer. I could hear muffled murmurings and concluded that she must have dropped the phone. "GINA..." I shouted again.
Nothing. I pressed the phone harder against my ear, hoping that would make the noises clearer. And it did. And then I wished I hadn't bothered.
It didn't take me too long before I realised I was listening to my wife getting fucked. And if she was on a date with Paul then the man fucking her was my boss. The man I thought was my friend. I could hear the steady slap of flesh on flesh, the gasps and groans and moans of pain and delight from Gina and the grunts of pleasure from Paul as he hammered his cock into my wife's delectable receptacle of love.
I dropped the phone as blood surged up my body and into my head and just as quickly drained away. I turned and vomited, my stomach tightening like a vice as I emptied it's contents onto the hotel room floor.
I slumped down onto the bed as I slowly died inside.
GINA'S STORY
As Ian's words sank in, so did Paul's cock. He filled my pussy with his big fat cock and fucked me to an intense orgasm.
I struggled to free myself after that but Paul was having none of it. I could do little about it anyway. I was pinned beneath him, he was heavier than me and I was still impaled on his cock.
Despite my best efforts to shrug him off he continued to undulate and flex his hips and to my shame he soon got me aroused all over again. I clung onto him, my arms coiled around his neck as he took me to paradise and back with his cock, driving it relentlessly in and out of my spasming pussy. He was insatiable and to my dying shame I was loving it.
There was no love involved in what we were doing. Paul was just taking what he wanted and what made it worse was that I wanted him to. All thought of Ian had gone. This was my revenge. Or so I thought.
With a final hard pounding Paul came. I could feel the spurting jets of his cum as he filled me with his seed. I climaxed again, my body then shuddering through the aftershocks before Paul finally rolled off me. I lay there panting, feeling the cold air on my naked, sweaty body. I shivered and then as the reality hit home, my eyes filled with tears.
What had I done!
I sat up and looked across at Paul. He was watching me intently, a faint smirk playing on his lips. And it was then that I actually realised he wasn't that nice a man. Good looking maybe, but his eyes betrayed him. They were hard and predatory not soft and kind like Ian's.
Oh god what had done! What the hell had I been thinking?
"YOU FUCKING BASTARD," I yelled at him as I struggled up off the bed. I then saw my mobile phone on the floor by the side of the bed. Oh god no! Ian!
I picked it up. "Ian?" I looked at the screen and pressed a few buttons. The call had been ended.
I started to gasp for breath, sobs racked my body as I searched for my clothes. "How could you?" I muttered angrily. I didn't know if I was actually talking to Paul or to myself.
"Ssshhh, calm down Gina, It's all good. I just hope you haven't disturbed the Sanderson's," Paul said.
"I don't give a flying fuck about the Sanderson's and it isn't all good!" I raged. "Did you drug me again Paul? Huh? I guess you did because that's the only way you could ever have me. You know that don't you? You're not man enough to even attempt to seduce me without help because you know that I would never, ever go with someone like you."
Now fully dressed I stood and glared at him. I was breathing hard, trying to keep my temper in check. Paul looked back with that same smirking, smug look on his face.
"And yet here you are," he said. The smirk changed into a broad smile. He looked like the cat who'd got the cream. God how I hated him at that moment.
I saw his car keys on the dresser and snatched them up.
"Not for long," I snapped back as I opened the bedroom door. I quickly ran down the stairs and out the front door to Paul's car. As I drove away I knew what I had to do. The problem was I wasn't sure that Ian would listen to my explanation because as I played it through in my head it didn't sound all that plausible to me. So god only knows what his reaction would be.
IAN'S STORY
"You know that I love you above all else and always will," I'd said.
She'd nodded.
"But don't let that fool you into thinking I wouldn't leave you if you cheated on me," I'd added.
"Yes of course. I realise that," she'd answered brightly. "But I never would, so it will never happen. I'll always be yours."
Just words but in my mind meaningful words. Spoken all those years ago in a candid moment when laying ourselves bare to each other. Hollow words now it seemed.
She'd lied to me. Our vows of love and fidelity had obviously meant nothing to her. She had single-handedly ruined our idyllic life together.
I called the hotel house-keeping service, apologising profusely for throwing up all over the room carpet. When they arrived to clean up I apologised all over again and gave them twenty dollars each. I then grabbed my coat and went for a long walk. I have no idea where I went. I just walked blindly, my head in turmoil as I tried vainly to comprehend what was going on in my life. Loads of questions but not one single, solitary answer that made any sense.
My phone rang. I automatically switched it off. I didn't need to see who was calling. I already knew that I couldn't speak to her right now. Not until I'd come to terms with the betrayal. The problem was, I wasn't sure if I ever would. Of course I still loved her. That's where the pain and angst came from but I could no longer BE in love with her. I knew without a shadow of a doubt I would never be able to get past this. The hurt might diminish over time but the loss of trust was incontrovertible.
I eventually found myself back at the hotel. On returning to my room I switched my phone back on. It lit up like a Christmas tree and beeped incessantly. Numerous missed call notifications and text messages. Unread, I switched it off again.
I slept badly, tossing and turning all night as images of Gina and Paul fucking each other whilst laughing in my face flashed through my head. She taunted me in my dream, her mouth moving in rictus as she struggled to form her words. "Paul's SO much bigger than you! ... Paul's SO much better than you! ... Paul can get me PREGNANT!" And as she spoke there was Paul, leaning in over her shoulder grinning like the proverbial Cheshire cat, his hands groping her breasts, holding her close as he rhythmically fucked her hard from behind.
The cold light of dawn didn't make things any better. I showered and dressed and forced a couple of pieces of dry toast down my throat for breakfast. I then rang the airlines and got myself booked on the first flight home. I rang Andersons and told them I had a family crisis and would have to leave immediately. The boss man, Jerry Guzman, was surprisingly most concerned, enquiring if he could do anything to help. Anything at all. All I had to do was ask. I was impressed by his compassionate stance. It was unexpected and almost comforting.
The long flight home gave me lots of time to think about what I was going to do. The problem was that when I landed I still had no idea of what my next step would entail. I didn't even know where I was going to stay.
After retrieving my case from baggage reclaim I made my way through the arrivals hall and outside to grab a taxi. And there she was.
Gina.
My stomach flipped over as my chest tightened. God but she looked gorgeous, with her strawberry blonde hair, her deep brown soulful eyes and her luscious curvy body. She'd obviously been crying a lot but even so she was still capable of turning heads.
