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CUCKED IN THE TROPICS Ch. 03
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For the rest of their second day, Callie didn't talk much about what was on her mind. She recovered from the little bought of hysteria, but it was hard to erase the memories that kept revisiting her. She was still processing what she saw out there on the beach.
Mei had cheated on her husband June, and fucked Andre. And she'd been so casual about it. Diabolical, even. One moment, she'd been the sweet loving wife, rubbing her husband's arm when he was having thoughts of self-doubt. The next, she was slipping away from him under the pretext of finding a bathroom, only to have wild sex with a man who was practically a complete stranger! And they'd done it nearly out in the open, in a grove of palms on the beach. Anyone could have happened by and saw. Even Mei's own husband, who would have been absolutely crushed if he'd walked in on that whole affair.
And what an affair it had been. Every time Callie closed her eyes, she saw Mei and Andre. She could hear their animalistic cries of pleasure. She could see the sweat from their bodies glistening in the afternoon sun as they fucked feverishly, urgently. Not even fucking. The term "mating" came to mind. Mei and Andre hadn't just "fucked". They'd mated, in the most primal sense of the word. Two animals, forgetting any trace of civility or society and just urgently throwing themselves into what their bodies craved, only for Mei to return to her husband's side and pretend like it never happened.
...Speaking of what bodies craved... Callie was wet. Every time that image popped into her head. The screams, the cries, the kisses... and Andre. The image of his naked body was burned into her memory. His huge dark muscles flexing as he easily handled Mei's light little body. The enormous manhood that he had used to invade her pussy... and her marriage. Callie had never seen anything like it in her entire life. She hadn't even known they *could be* so big. And more than anything... the way that Andre had caught Callie spying. The way he'd intensely stared at her as he violated Mei's wedding vows.
Callie spent a lot of time contemplating that stare. Was he mad at her, that she'd caught him? Was he putting on a show? Was he trying to intimidate her into not saying a word to Jake and June? Or... was there something more in that look?
"Are you alright?" Jake asked.
"Huh?" She snapped herself back into the present.
He was watching her in the mirror as he delicately applied a dress-shirt over his chest and began the arduous task of buttoning it. His sunburn was raw and red, starting to blister. The simple movements were causing him considerable pain as he dressed himself. Sun poisoning, most likely.
Callie, herself, had reddened a bit from their day at the beach, but she'd been cautious. A mixture of pink and tan where the sun had kissed her. Her hair looked a lighter shade of blonde (as it often got after spending time in the sun) and was wavy-- beachy looking, and she had noticed tan lines starting around her breasts. Regardless, the coloring on her face wasn't enough to hide her blushes and vacant stares.
"Oh yeah. I'm fine," she said. "I was just thinking that we don't really know these people that well."
"Mei and June?" Jake cocked his eyebrow. "We couldn't stop gushing about them earlier. What changed?"
Callie didn't want to say. She hurriedly said "She just worries me when she's been drinking a lot, that's all," she was hoping Jake wouldn't press it further.
"I didn't think she was that bad. But we won't stay long if she gets like that again," Jake assured her with a smile, adjusting his shirt and fixing his collar. He hissed through clenched teeth each time, from the pain of his burn.
They had agreed to meet up for dinner. Jake had put on a white button down with some khaki slacks-- island semi-casual, if they could call it that. Callie had opted for a nice maroon tank top with a lace pattern along the neckline, and a pair of black dressy shorts. They were short-- easily mistakable for a skirt, that showed off much of her smooth thighs. A pair of heels (that she rarely wore) perked her butt and highlighted her strong legs.
They met up with Mei and June at one of the resort restaurants that overlooked a sprawling pool with curving islands covered with trees and plant life (to create the effect of a natural spring). It was closed at this hour. The water was calm and lit from beneath. That, combined with the warm ocean breeze created a relaxing effect that Callie desperately needed. Her face was still flushed, and her thoughts elsewhere as they sat down and ate.
Mei and June were perfectly fun and pleasant, as they'd always been. June was oblivious to the events from this morning, and Mei was the attentive, playful, and loving wife. Callie watched her, mystified that Mei could play this off so well-- having just cheated in the most carnal ways possible, and yet not having a single lingering shred of guilt on her face. Had Callie done something like that, it would be written all over her expressions. Callie wasn't sure if she secretly hated Mei in that moment, or if she was envious. The feelings were wrestling with each other behind her eyes as she smiled politely and made normal conversation. As normal as could be, considering how withdrawn she looked.
Again, her expression hid nothing. Jake seemed to sense something was up with her. He nudged her several times, asking if she was okay; if she was having fun; if something was bothering her. Callie dismissed it each time, that nothing was wrong. But her lack of a smile, and her exceptionally quiet demeanor said otherwise. Poor Jake. Unlike other times when she'd grow quiet and withdrawn, she really wasn't being passive aggressive. She just needed some time to sort out her thoughts. Distance would be nice.
"Homesick?" Mei smiled over her glass of wine.
"I guess," Callie said, hoping the group would accept that answer and move onto a different topic without another word. "I have never really been far from home for long." She shrugged.
"Callie is a home body," Jake said with a polite smile, reaching under the table and giving her hand a squeeze. She didn't return it.
"You know, we have a gift certificate for a couple's massage," Mei said. "June doesn't want to go. Massages weird him out."
June agreed. "I don't like being naked in a room with strangers touching me. That doesn't sound relaxing to me. It sounds stressful."
Callie reddened again. From what Mei had told her, June's endowment was a great source of shame. She suspected that was the real reason June was avoiding the massage.
"I do love back rubs," Callie admitted.
"Then it's settled," Mei said. "Tomorrow, you and I are having a girl's day."
"Umm... I guess that would be fun..." Callie smiled, her face tilted down to the table. She wasn't entirely sure how she felt about spending time with Mei. But maybe Mei wanted to explain herself, or justify her actions. Mei still didn't know that Callie had seen her and Andre, but maybe Mei wanted to get it off her chest.
"What the hell, where's my invitation?" Jake teased.
"You are so sunburned that you cried in the shower earlier," Callie smirked. "Do you really think you can take someone rubbing your shoulders and back?"
Jake mock pouted. "Well... if they're really gentle about it."
Callie glanced at Mei and couldn't resist giggling. She handed Jake a glass of wine and said "Here... if you can lift this above your head without wincing, you can come."
Jake picked up the glass, looked at it, then set it back on the table in defeat. He wasn't even going to bother.
