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CUCKED IN THE TROPICS Ch. 07
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By the time Callie returned to the hotel room, it was almost dark. She was a sweaty mess. The shirt she'd worn for the hike-- the ill-fitting one from her school, decorated with all the signatures of her former students-- was crusted with Andre's spunk (even after her feverish attempts to wash it in the spring next to where they'd made love.
She and Andre had had sex three times during that hike. Once after the jaguar attack, once at the waterfall, and once on the walk back, just before they'd emerged from the trail near the resort. Andre had taken her aside and they'd bucked like crazy against a thick tree trunk, Callie's ass thrust out, her womanhood presented proudly to this new lover. She had no idea where Andre found the stamina... or the testosterone, but each orgasm was as huge as the last. She'd never had anything like it, and she felt rejuvenated... like she'd finally discovered what the parts of her body were really meant for.
She had no idea what she'd say by the time she returned to the room. She was barely sure she wanted to. She was a complete mess of mud, sweat, cum, and guilt. It was written all over her face, in her cheeks, and the rosy glow to her features.
Thankfully, Jake was in such a fog, that he barely noticed when she bee-lined to the bathroom, stripped and hurriedly showered. She could erase all traces of the claim Andre had laid to her body... except for one. She washed her pussy, still in amazement that her body had been able to accommodate a man of his impressive size.
Jake sat at the foot of the bed, thinking hard. His focus was a million miles away, along with his thoughts. The pool was right in front of him, just out the window, but his sight seemed to go on past it and circle the world. He couldn't see anything beyond this morning-- when June had confided the whole terrible incident to him. The poor man's brutal gut-wrenching cuckolding.
June had left hours ago. He was probably still on the return flight home. Jake wondered what June was feeling right now. He'd flown down with his wife, together, in love, with the excited thrill of a vacation spread out before them like a blank canvass. And now, he was returning home alone, wrestling with the disgrace of having not only lost her attraction and love to another man, but knowing that waiting at the end of his flight would be a broken home full of tainted memories. The hell that man must be going through... would continue to go through. How many nights would June lay awake, trying to sleep, but only able to think about his wife, down here relentlessly fucking her new lover?
"Are you alright?" Callie asked. Her voice started Jake. How long had he been sitting there, staring at the pool? He didn't even remember when Callie had come back from her walk.
"Huh?" He blinked. Callie looked uneasy... afraid. Jake realized his blank expression must be truly scaring her. She'd changed into her pajamas-- the less sexy ones. Pink fuzzy pajama pants with kittens on them. She'd picked them out last year at Target because one of the frolicking kittens looked like her barn cat back home. A comfy tank top with the faded logo of her university was pulled over her breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra. Their free jiggle and hard poking nipples were glaringly obvious.
She hesitated to repeat the question. "Is... Is everything alright?"
He thought for a moment before answering. "I don't know. What happened last night?"
The color drained from Callie's face. Her eyes averted, darting from wall to wall as she thought. Finally she asked, "Why?"
"June came over after you left this morning. He-- he caught Mei cheating on him. I guess it was some guy that she'd met last night while you girls were out dancing."
Callie blinked stupidly. For a moment, she looked relieved. But her posture couldn't rest. There was a slight tremble about her. Her eyes were big and alarmed, processing all of this carefully, it seemed to Jake. Finally she said, "What?" As though she couldn't believe it.
"Yeah." Jake shook his head, retelling June's story succinctly. "Mei didn't come home last night after the club. June went looking. He found Mei on the beach with some guy. They were still in the process of hooking up. They got into a fight. And June lost." Jake deliberately left out that they'd had sex right in front of him and forced him to watch. He also wanted to omit the speculation about the cartel. Callie scared easily, and he didn't want to work her up more than this story might already. "I guess... I guess their marriage is over. June left this morning. Mei didn't go with him."
"Oh," Callie said quietly, her hands were nervously fiddling with her fingernails for a moment. "Oh, that's awful," she said with more conviction. She was relieved, but stayed cautiously guarded. Jake didn't notice.
"I mean... did something happen when you girls went dancing?" Jake asked again.
Callie stood there, feeling like the spot lights were on her. It was a feeling of complete panic. She was a terrible liar, and she had reason to be guilty-- she'd just had sex with Andre... multiple times... and it was incredible. But she loved Jake, and had a life with him, a history, an established home. But Andre... wow... everything about him turned her on and made her come alive! She just needed more time to process this, to think! And suddenly now Jake's questioning eyes were on her. His expression was concerned confusion, but to Callie's guilty mind, it was interrogating.
Her first instinct was total panic, to just blurt it all out. That she and Andre had sex. Not only that, but they'd been fooling around behind Jake's back for days, and it excited her, and now that this new world had opened before her, she wasn't sure she wanted to stop. But then the judging eyes of her parents, of her family, of her friends, and their wedding guests entered her brain, and damage control took over. And the thing about damage control-- it's ice cold.
Callie sat down nervously on the bed, still trembling slightly. "I-- I saw her last night, talking to some guy." Yes, true. Not a lie, but not the full truth either. "I honestly just thought it was the booze talking. She's pretty out going and friendly, you know?"
Jake only listened, and Callie felt compelled to continue. But as she spoke she saw the path lay itself out before her-- the story that she needed to tell in order to not incriminate herself, and to avoid Jake's scrutiny. She might have to come clean further down the road, make hard decisions. But that was for later. For now, this was desperate self-preservation and nothing more. Andre was just a physical fling that would end the moment she and Jake got on the plane to go home. Jake was forever. Callie didn't want to ruin either one, when at the moment, she had the best of both worlds.
"At the end of the night, I was feeling pretty trashed, and I was tired. I just wanted to come back and curl up in bed. But Mei was still talking to this guy at the bar, they were dancing, they were... I don't know what they were doing. I guess now, it makes sense. But I was just trying to assume she was having fun and had made a new friend. I stuck around for a while, not wanting to leave without her. But eventually, I just didn't want to be there anymore, and Mei told me it was fine. That she was going to stay for one more drink and then go back to her room too. So I left. I didn't think anything of it." Callie swallowed as she said the story. She knew she was trembling. She knew she was looking guilty... but now, it could be rationalized for a totally different reason-- she felt guilty for leaving Mei in a position where she could cheat. Jake would believe that, because it was plausible.
