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They wouldn't be seeing us in the morning because we were leaving very early to catch our flight, I realised that we hadn't told them that we were only on a short break.
We spent the afternoon around the pool, Dan and Cliff turned up and I wasn't surprised when Helen made an excuse to go somewhere with them and was gone for about an hour. I didn't question her or make any awkward comment before she left or when she came back, I accepted that she was going to get some cock and she wasn't going to tell me about it. We had another fantastic sex session in the early evening. Lying in bed afterwards and reflecting on the holiday Helen came close to acknowledging what had been going on and said something that I won't forget, she said.
"I've had a wonderful time and I know that you have too but I'm looking forward to getting home and getting back to normal. Let's not do this again, ever."
We packed that night and made an early start in the morning. We took the bags down to reception and I went back to give the room a final check over to make sure we hadn't forgotten anything. The hire agreement for the car was still in my pocket so I opened the rubbish bag that Helen had left by the door and put it in. There, in the rubbish, was all the sexy underwear that she had bought and the skimpy swimsuits.
Sitting on the plane next to my modestly dressed wife, her short hair no longer spiky but styled in the way of many professional women, I wondered what the future held for us. I was determined that this holiday was going to be the start of something not the end.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 16 years agoIt's the Brits. I mean people,especially british men are so into putting on fronts that they don't realize that the rest of us around the world laugh at them. If you were trying to portray dumbass, stiffed nostril lip and all that rot British male, you did a good job. However, in order to set up the incidents you went the wrong way around the block and got lost...Oh and if thats what you are really like...ohhhhhaaaa...
Anonymousover 17 years agoThe beginning had promise which really disappeared by the end. Why Helen continues to deny what her husband obviously knows is never explained and gives the reader the impression that not only is she a slut but a liar and a cheat as well. Did it give her a sense of power to belittle her idiot of a husband and allow the remainder of the group to laugh at him? By the end I didn't like any of the characters in the story.
Good luck with your writing, it is not bad at all.
