Katie gets used

They landed in Belize and headed to their hotel by taxi. When they got to the hotel, Brian made a point of telling Katie how happy he was that they didn’t have to sneak around anymore here in Belize. Katie giggled and brought her arms together in front of her, purposefully emphasizing her big pregnant breasts in front of him. “Me too baby.” She told him, stepping closer to him in their hotel room. Minutes later those same big tits were bouncing wildly as she laid on her back and let Brian rail her hard on the bed. The vacation was amazing for them. Katie was more of an early bird, and she woke him up nearly every morning by sucking his dick. When they finally did speak, she said almost the same thing every morning. “Hi daddy.” She’d murmur, after soaking Brian’s dick in her drool.

Belize itself was a beautiful country. Though small, there was plenty to see in a week. And it wasn’t all just an excuse for lots of cheating sex. They went on a few jungle hikes, snorkeled, and saw some historical sites. Whenever your guides and taxi drivers ask, Brian freely told them Katie was his girlfriend. Katie really liked this, and they would always exchange a wordless glance after he said that. The days passed and the final night of the trip came around. Brian had insisted they stay in that night, enjoying the warm beach and each other before they had to head back the next day.

The sun set, casting a red and purple hue across the sky, and the sea by extension. Brian seemed distracted. Katie noticed. “What’s wrong?” She asked him, putting a hand on his arm. He looked at her. “Nothing. I just don’t want to have to go back.” He said, and she gazed up at him. “You want to go on a walk down the beach?” He asked her. Since he seemed uncharacteristically moody, she quickly nodded. They held hands and walked down the beach until he found a secluded spot. He let go of her hand and stepped in front of her. “Katie.” He said, sounding serious, and she wordlessly looked up at him. He went down on one knee. She gasped. He reached down into his pants and produced a small box and opened it. It was a shimmering diamond ring. “Marry me.” He said. As many times before, he didn’t phrase it as a question. He was telling her what to do. She turned a deep red and felt her eyes water. She knew it didn’t make sense. She knew she was already married. She knew it was wrong. But that didn’t matter to her in that moment. “Brian…!” She cried, clearly caught off guard. She looked from the ring to him, happy tears starting to stream down her face. “Yes! Yes, yes!” She told him, and he wasted no time rising from where he’d kneeled and kissing her. When they broke off their embrace, Brian stepped away from her. He took out her old wedding ring. The one you’d given her. They looked at each other. And then he turned towards the water and threw it as hard as he could. It went far enough they couldn’t even hear the splash as it sank into the ocean.

They had sex again that night. Just like every night. This time not as lovers, but instead as a betrothed couple deeply in love. Brian wasn’t as rough as usual, but he fucked her as deeply and as thoroughly as always. His change in style made little difference- she came hard and screamed for him anyway. When the next day arrived, the two of them departed, returning to the United States once more. When she stepped off the plane, she was wearing a new ring. She promised Brian she wouldn’t take it off for anything. The two of them made one step, letting Katie pick up some legal papers, before she headed home. She stood outside your house, bracing herself. She was terrified. But she looked down at her new ring, and then her very pregnant belly, and these things gave her some courage. She took a deep breath and stepped inside to face you.