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.