Page 37 of Promised at Birth

I grab beers from the fridge. I join Gino and Frankie by the pool. Frankie jumps in. This place is fucking paradise.

I see Gwen on the beach. Maybe I should join her. No. That bikini? Makes my cock hard. I will not be able to control myself. My hands and mouth will be all over her. I do not want to fuck her on the beach. Thank God the beach is private. I don’t want strangers gawking at my wife. She looks very sexy in that tiny bikini. Too damn sexy. I want to take it off her with my teeth.

Gwen

The beach is amazing. The sand is white. Pristine. Scorching – burns my naked feet. The ocean is clear. Turquoise blue. Incredible. Caribbean sun bright and hot. A cool ocean breeze caresses my body. This island is paradise.

I stretch out on one of the canvass beach chairs facing the ocean. I relax. I slip off Bobby’s undershirt. I grab my sunglasses and Kindle.

The sound of the ocean is hypnotic. The air smells fresh and salty. I try not to fall asleep.

I walk to the ocean and wade in up to my ankles. The ocean feels like bath water. The waves gently touch my bare legs. I head back to the beach chair. I adjust the back of the chair, so it is flat. I lay on my stomach – my breasts are uncomfortable. I roll up Bobby’s undershirt and push it under my chest. My breasts are no longer flat on the stiff canvass, feels much better.

Bobby

Relaxing in the sun by the pool. This is the life. I am happy. Calm. At peace.

“Um, Bobby, your wife took off her shirt. I hope she is wearing sunblock because she is going to get sunburned.” Gino warns.

My men and I are full-blooded Italians. We do not burn – we tan. I see Gwen laying on a beach chair on her stomach. She took off my undershirt. What the fuck! She bunched my shirt up and laid her big tits on top of it. I need to get her out of the sun.

Gwen

The bright sun bleats on my back. I am hot. After thirty minutes I can’t take the scorching sun any longer. I slip Bobby’s undershirt back on. I grab my things and walk back to the beach house. Bobby and his men are sitting by the pool. I ignore them. I grab a water bottle from the fridge and some cubed watermelon. I go in the master bedroom and lay down. The heat has knocked me out. I close my eyes. Drift off.

Bobby

I watch Gwen go into the beach house. Good. She is out of the sun.

Frankie and Gino are getting drunk, bragging about all the chicks they banged. I am bored. Hot. I dive into the pool. The water is cool and refreshing. I get out to check on Gwen. Damn! The cement around the pool feels like hot coals!

I do not think Gwen has eaten anything since breakfast.What am I, her babysitter?This must stop.

I am obsessed with that little blonde. I hate feeling like this. I hope her period is over. I did not notice any sanitary pads in the bathroom. Tonight, I will take her virginity and consummate our marriage. Then, I will be over this fucking obsession with her. My life will go back to normal.

I find Gwen is in the master bedroom. She is on the bed laying on her side. Sobbing.What?Why the hell is she crying?I see her back. Her upper back is very sunburned – bright red. She is in pain.

“Gwen, I’ll find some lotion.”

I find aloe body lotion in the bathroom. I sit next to her on the bed – her back facing me.

“Lay on your stomach.”

“It hurts too much to move.” She cries.

“I’ll get aspirins.”

I bring her a fresh bottle of cold water. I grab a bottle of aspirins from my suitcase. I turn up ceiling fan.

“Gwen sit up.”

I grab her arm and sit her up. She swallows the aspirins without argument. She lays back down on her side. Whimpering in pain.

“Roll over on your stomach.”

“I can’t. My breasts are too big, and sore from the birth control pill.”

I sigh.Why is everything a production with this woman?Nothing is easy. I pick up one of the pillows at the head of the bed.

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