"There are your keys Mr and Mrs Taylor." Said the dumpy middle-aged lady at the counter.
Jane and Paul finished checking in to their honeymoon hotel and headed to the bar, keen for a drink after their long flight.
Sue, the co-owner of the resort, turned to Bob and looked at him wistfully, sighing,
"They look so in love don't they?"
"Honeymooning couples usually do, dear..." He answered his wife, "It's the nicest part of this job."
"Do you know what she told me? Their wedding rings are both inscribed with 'Our true love will last forever'. Isn't that beautiful?"
Bob put his arm around his wife and said,
"Just like our love." He said absently, his mind elsewhere.
"Bob." She replied and hugged him.
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"Listen to this," Said Paul as he leafed through a brochure he'd picked up in the lobby, "There's a firework display on the beach later. How romantic would it be, you and me, under the stars, the waves lapping the sand, the lights in the sky...?"
"Sounds lovely baby, but I'm feeling really sleepy all of a sudden. You go though, I don't want you to miss anything." Said Jane, yawning. " I'm so sorry but I think I need you to put me to bed first."
"Okay, darling. Think its jet-lag?" He asked as he led Jane to their room.
She could only nod, unable to keep her eyes open. She was fast asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.
The phone rang and Paul answered it.
"Hello?"
"Hi Paul."
"Lynn? What do you want? I'm here with Jane and there's nothing you can say or do about it." He hissed, careful not to wake Jane.
"Really? I'm right next door."
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Paul flew through the door. He saw Lynn standing there, naked and illuminated by candles.
"Good God, you're not happy just being a scheming bitch, you've decided to become a stalker too?!" He cried.
"Graeme bought me a ticket so that I could fly out and see if you were happy."
"How thoughtful of him." Sniped Paul. "I am happy, so you can go now!"
"Are you really happy? How can you be happy with her? She can't do what I do to you, can she?"
Paul was lost for words, and only managed to stammer,
"Jane was the woman for me."
"Was?"
"Is." Paul gasped but he sounded far from certain as Lynn put her hands to his hips and pushed her crotch against his.
"Aren't my tits bigger and juicier?"
Lynn smiled as Paul looked down at her huge melons. When he looked into her eyes Lynn saw the confirmation she required.
"My ass is better than hers, isn't it?" She continued, moving one of his hands to her full behind and was delighted as he squeezed it.
"So much better isn't it?"
"Yes." Paul agreed, unable to stop himself.
"And my cunt? That's tastier too, no?"
"And tighter." Paul said as the desire took over.
"Am I the woman that you want to fuck?"
