The tape had stopped playing for a while, yet I remained there motionless. All I could think is that it was one of those awful nightmares, the ones you become overwhelmed with relief when you wake up. Except it wasn't the case, despite the surreal nature of the situation. It was real alright, and I was feeling a mix of rage and madness taking over me. My head was spinning with all the anger, so I just threw away the cam, as if tossing it would make the problem go away as well. The sand seemed to break its fall, but the impact caused the tape to fly all the way to the back of our tent.
What was I to do? If I told her what happened, it would clearly ruin everything we planned, and she would probably leave me. I felt partially responsible for it, since I was supposed to be a special time and I should have taken care of her all the time, she had too much to drink after all. On the other hand, if I did not tell her, she wouldn't know I let it happen to her, but there would be a good chance she would end up pregnant with the kid's child, not something I could cope with.
I was lost in my disturbing reveries, when I heard her returning to our tent. "Hi, honey." She gently hugged me. "Took the time to jog along the beach for a while."
Before I could say anything she continued "I know I said I'd get us some breakfast, but it was so late already that I thought we could skip it and just go and have lunch, what do you say?"
I just nodded, since I wasn't hungry at all, after all that went on.
"Alright then, I'll be ready in a moment, honey." Sue said as she started looking around the tent, searching for her clothes.
"You didn't tide up the place, did you?" She stared at me with a serious face. After all that had happened, I totally forgot she ever asked me to. Her bad mood didn't last, though, as she started smiling and continued "Ok, I'll cut you some slack."
"Really?" I asked a bit incredulous.
She came closer to me, staring at my eyes as she gently kissed me. Then she started whispering in my ear, seeming a bit shy to speak the words out loud. "You were simple amazing last night, honey." She complimented me. "I am so sore! You fucked me so hard, don't think I remember you ever being that large and thick, I could feel you splitting me open." She smiled, taking a moment to recall the feeling. "You were into our little role play, weren't you?" She asked in a teasing mood, not really waiting for an answer. "You came so much that it was still leaking from me when I woke up, baby."
Her words were tearing me inside, I was about to interrupt her when she finally said "Too bad I won't be ovulating until a few days from now, guess you just have to keep on dumping huge loads in me, just like you did last night, to make sure I'm pregnant, honey."
Suddenly, that made me feel a lot better, as it meant I still had the chance to impregnate her and move past this bizarre situation.
My mind was roaming again, when Sue snapped me back to reality. "Ok, now stud. Go get our stuff while I change, I'll be out in a minute." She said rushing to get ready.
I left our tent, got a clean shirt from the bag lying by the car, my wallet, and took the opportunity to place some of the junk back at the car's trunk.
After a few moments, I saw her leaving our tent. Sue was a vision of beauty for any man to behold. Her long blond hair fell midway down her back and framed an angelically beautiful face, which looked at the world through exquisite blue eyes. Her shirt came down just above her pierced bellybutton and showcased her flat tummy, as well as her perfect chest. Her lower body was blessed with long supple legs, toned from her daily exercises, and encased in a pair of skin tight leather pants, which contoured her sensual hips and perfect behind.
It reminded me, once more, how lucky I was to have such a hot, yet nice and caring woman by my side. She was indeed a sight for sore eyes.
We went to the local restaurant, by the end of the beach, to have lunch. I still needed to figure out what to do, but didn't want to be thinking only about that, so I thought it would be nice to just enjoy the company of my wife and the time we still had left. We sat at the table and Sue started talking she was having a good time and how she felt that was exactly what she needed to get away from the daily routine. I nodded a couple of times, trying hard to focus on something other than that whole messed up thing.
Suddenly, she stared at something behind me and said "Look who is back, honey."
I turned around and saw Alec hanging around with a bunch of his teenage friends. Couldn't believe he had the nerve to stay after what he did. He noticed us and started walking in our direction, waving at us. Still had that smirk on his face.
"Hi Sue, how are you today?" He asked as he hugged her, to my discontentment.
"Just fine... didn't see you leave earlier, thought you left without saying goodbye." She replied.
"Didn't want to bother you guys, you seemed to have a busy night." He winked as he kept checking my wife out.
"Oh, don't be silly." My wife blushed, probably remembering how loud she was while she was being fucked.
"Besides, I left your husband a message, right dude?"
I was filled with rage seeing how this kid had the guts to casually chat about having recorded him fucking my wife.
"Oh!" Sue looked back at me a bit surprised. "You never said anything to me, honey."
"It must have slipped my mind." I answered her in a dry tone.
"Yeah, it's not his fault, I'm sure he has plenty of other things to worry about." Alec said, half smiling, as he kept drooling all over my wife's cleavage.
I was containing myself not to burst and beat the crap out of him right there on the spot.
"So, are you guys going to the beach party tonight?" Alec asked, avoiding looking at me.
"How nice, what kind of party is it?" Asked Sue, seeming interested in the event.
"It's just a local attempt to make a masked ball at the beach, nothing fancy as most of the costumes are improvised with beachwear." He replied staring deep into her blue eyes.
"Sounds fun, doesn't it, honey?" She asked, looking excited. I simply couldn't answer it.
