The maid opening the door woke me, but as soon as the young woman saw me on the bed, she quickly backed out. My head was pounding and my mouth felt like an army had marched through it however, I forced myself to rise and take stock of the situation. Caitlin was gone, although I suspected I knew her location, so after taking a shower, I walked towards the beach leaving the messy room and the big wet spot to the maid. I arrived as Caitlin's lesson was winding down, noticing that she was wearing her sexy bikini, and found a spot where I could observe the pair without being seen.
Together, they left the rough water and made for the hut, quickly entered and remaining for almost an hour. I knew my wife was inside pleasuring the man and that Maria's words were proving to be prophetic. When Caitlin finally emerged, I walked parallel for a bit before intercepting her outside the entrance to the hotel.
"Did you fuck him again?" I asked, with no sugar coating.
"Yes," she answered guiltily after a brief pause.
After staring at each other for several seconds, we moved together up to the room and Caitlin immediately went to the bathroom leaving me alone to contemplate the events of the past twenty-four hours. She stayed there for a long time before finally appearing with a towel around her body.
"Let me see you," I demanded.
"Why?" she replied with a concerned look.
"Let me see," I said again, and she undid the towel and let it hang from her right hand.
Her pussy was clearly swollen, but other than a small hickey above her left nipple her body was clean, which was far better than I expected. I patted the spot next to me on the bed signaling for her to sit.
"Let me get dressed first," she said, and started rummaging through her clothes.
"What happened in the hut?" I demanded in a stern voice.
The fact that she had so readily given herself to him again irritated me. Especially, since she had done it alone.
"We made...we had sex," she responded, catching herself mid-sentence.
"No bra or panties," I instructed when she was about to get dressed.
"Why?" she asked with a nervous expression.
"If you're going to play the bad girl, then it's going to be all the time," I explained.
Her nervous look morphed into one of concern, but pulled a flowery sun dress over her head and slipped on a pair of sandals without responding.
"How many times has he had you?" I asked, being intentionally blunt.
"Four...but you...you didn't stop it...you could have," she replied, trying to twist my silence into permission.
"What's your excuse for fucking him in the hut," I challenged her, and then followed before she could respond, "What happened exactly?"
"I told you. We had sex," she replied.
"Details Caitlin...what happened," I demanded.
"We went in and he undressed me. Then, he...uh...we...we did it from behind," she stammered.
"Did you suck him?" I asked.
"Yes," she answered after a hesitation, although her words were unnecessary as the look on her face had already provided the truth.
"Before or after?" I continued.
"Both," she admitted sheepishly.
"Did he cum in your mouth?" I asked, as for some reason I wanted to know every dirty detail.
"No, just...you know" she answered.
"Now, what?" I probed.
"Now, we continue our vacation," she replied, forcing a smile.
"So, you're through with him? No more boy-toy?" I asked, surprised she would give up her new lover so quickly after all that had occurred.
"Yes...oh and by the way I didn't give you permission to be with Daniela," she stated, trying to take the offensive.
"Look, don't even try," I replied, and then added before she could speak, "Besides, I used a condom."
That stopped her cold and she looked at the floor for several seconds before she turned to me with her big doe eyes and asked, "Do you still love me?"
"I do..." I started, then paused for a moment before adding, "I'm just surprised...four times, and in his hut...sneaking."
"I know. It was too much...all too much. I'm sorry," she answered in a tiny voice, looking truly ashamed.
With that, we left for lunch then walked around some before returning and deciding to sun by the small hotel pool. Caitlin wore her sexy bikini, although there wasn't much of a crowd to take notice, and we were both so exhausted from the events of the previous night we dozed off and on. Later, it was up to the room where we showered then jumped in bed for more sleep.
By dinner time, my annoyance had faded as I realized how culpable I had been. We decided to go to a resort restaurant that was located five miles up the coast. So, just after six, we headed for the elevator with Caitlin back in a sun dress and me in shorts and a polo shirt. We made it to the place just as the final sliver of sun disappeared over the horizon and I ordered a bottle of wine. The food was excellent and we took our time, going through a second bottle before finally leaving. Feeling the alcohol, I began kissing Caitlin in the taxi on the drive back, ignoring her giggling pleas to behave.
As soon as we got to the room, our clothes went flying and I had my wife on her back with my head buried between her legs, lapping at her already wet pussy. She only let me lick for a couple minutes before she pulled on my shoulders then took my dick and brought it to her slit.
"Ohhh...go slow..." she moaned, as I pushed in.
I knew it was her soreness from Juan Pablo's fat shaft that brought the warning, but she still felt amazing as my dick made its way in. When I was completely inside, I started a slow, gentle motion that soon had her purring nicely.
"I love you," she announced.
"I know," I whispered.
"You're so special," she moaned in response, while we continued our slow pace.
"Did you like it?" I asked, after almost a minute of silence.
"Yes," she answered after a moment, then added, "Thank you for letting me."
"You came hard," I followed.
There were several seconds of silence before she sighed into my ear, "Yes, it was...so...so different."
"How was it different?" I asked, maybe a bit naively.
"You know...just...being...being naughty...being watched...and it was so big," she whispered.
"And now you want big cocks," I said, purposefully pushing.
"I want you," she moaned, and licked my ear.
We became silent again, except for our moans, as we continued to make love very slowly. Growing tired, I was about to roll her on top of me when a thought hit my brain.
"What time are you supposed to meet him?" I asked, rising on my arms so I could look into her face.
At first, she didn't respond, but slowly a guilty look came to her face and with an awkward smile she said, "I'm supposed to call if I can."
"Your phone doesn't work here," I reminded her, as I had turned off the international features so we wouldn't get any accidental charges.
"Your...your phone does," she replied, as an impish grin appeared.
"You've had enough boy-toy fun," I responded sternly.
The knowledge that she had discussed a rendezvous with him and was keeping it from me lifted my spirit of gentleness, and I instantly began to move faster and push harder. My actions brought forth little squeals from her that I sensed were a combination of pain and excitement. However, when I felt my balls begin to tighten, I drove on not really caring about the source.
"Mmmm...ohhh...damn...damn!" I cried out when I erupted.
Quickly, my movements slowed and then stopped, and while still panting from the exertion I fell to her side, snuggling against her warm body. She rolled to face me, and we kissed softly until we drifted off.
Later, I woke and looking at the clock I could see it was just after ten, meaning I had slept for a little over an hour. Caitlin was still pressed against me and her steady breathing let me know she was sound asleep. Soon, I was wide awake and for the next thirty minutes I stared at the ceiling thinking about the recent events and my wife. What we experienced was certainly not normal for married people, but at the same time I didn't feel betrayed. Rather, it was the thought of the future and what might come next that had my mind in turmoil. Would we be able to go home and just return to our normal routine with no impact? Could what we had done be so easily turned on and off? Plus, even with me being open minded she had acted sneaky, which concerned me.
Bored, unable to sleep and not wanting to wake Caitlin, I climbed from the bed, dressed quietly and then slipped out the door making sure to take my phone with me. I had intended to drop down to the hotel bar for a beer, but when I got there it was completely dead, so before I knew it, I was walking towards Diego's.
At that hour on a Friday night, the place was so full the crowd was spilling out onto the sidewalk. I thought for a minute about abandoning the idea, but with a shrug, I jostled my way into the throng an ordered a beer. Fortunately, just a few minutes later, a stool opened on the street side and I grabbed it even though it didn't offer much of a view. One beer turned into two which led to a
trip to the toilet and on the return, I spotted several empty stools on the inside, so I grabbed my beer and was able to return before they were taken. Settling in, I spotted Senor Tejeda in his normal spot and for a moment, we made eye contact.
It took a while before I spotted Daniela and Maria, but whether they hadn't seen me or chose to ignore my presence, they remained across the club. All in all, I wasn't displeased by their behavior as it allowed me to drink in peace and think. Of course, other girls made attempts to strike up a conversation, however a quick shake of my head resulted in most of them moving on and before long they quit trying.
"Honey, are you okay?" I heard Caitlin's voice, and looking up, I saw her standing in front of me in her sundress.
"I'm fine sweetie, just couldn't sleep," I answered, now thankful I had elected not to interact with the girls.
