Our holiday continues.

The new day saw us ready to enjoy each other again, I thought we were best to ignore the last day as Andrew had told my wife, it was a glitch, get over it and move on and that's what we did. Andrew took us for a bit of orientation around the greater island, Savaneta and De Bruynewijk for lunch along its marina area, San Nicolas where we both learnt some beginner diving skills. Late afternoon and we stopped at Pos Chiquito and a Seafood Marina for an early tea. We intended maybe going to the casino or even dancing at our favorite night club but instead we both decided to sit out and watch the Sun go down.

“Are you okay honey, you've no worries?”

“No honey, I'm fine, maybe missing my babies a bit but I'm okay.”

The next day I awoke early feeling a lot more refreshed, maybe having less **** helped a bit, I celebrated by taking my husband's wonderful wand in my mouth, giving him an Olympian blowjob and sucking and swallowing him, he returned the favour and I had a wonderful orgasm on his mouth. We had no real plans but I convinced him that we needed some serious sun time. The hotel did have some little private cabana's that we could hire, they were simple little shade cloth boxes with an open end where you could lay and tan in private, so we hired one for the day. You could even have your own waiter who would serve you food and drink as you required, so we took that option as well. So we had a wow of a time in the seclusion of our private cabana we were to a greater extent able to do as our hearts delight and we did, if we wanted complete seclusion we could crawl beneath the roofed part and pull down the flap which we did various times through the day, order food and drink, it was pure decadence and we both loved it and at the end of our second day of reconnect I thought it could never be better.

Day eight and I knew I'd have to think about the trip to Trinidad and Tobago, did I want to do it or leave it to Frank and his team? I knew my wife was missing our babies and I was the same, hmmm, would she want to put off our departure home and if so I knew we probably would end up having to take a commercial flight home.

Our kids were safe well looked after as our phone calls home had shown. So I made the decision to let my wife take the Blindstaple Magnusson Jet home, I'd do the trip to Trinidad and Tabago and come home by commercial jet once I was finished.

It was day eight of our holiday and we were just so much restored that I was starting to feel both deeply in love with my Husband and also like I was rejuvenated to face reality again, today and tomorrow would be the last two full days before we departed on our 'Friends' little business jet.

Since my husband said he was going to do a couple of quick calls back to his Business Partners and someone in Trinidad and Tobago I'd decided to go down to the gift shops and pick up some nice gifts for all our relatives, I figured that would be a couple of hours. It was while I was in the gift shop that I saw the woman who was with Chuck down at the beach, the other target wife, She turned quickly saw me looking at her and the realisation of who I was definitely occurred to her it was written over her face, I was baffled as to how she would know who I was. Well she came over and told me, “Hi I'm Rodger Johanson's wife, Patrice, I know who you are, Chuck told me the other day while he was trying to listen in on you and your husband's conversation. Oh, also when you were having your bust-up with John Riley.”

“It wasn't a bust-up with John Riley, we didn't know each other well enough for that to be a bust-up!” I was getting pissed at the indulgent tone of this woman, “Anyway it's good to know that they saved YOU from Chuck.”

I knew I had a wry grin on my face. Huh! She never battered an eyelid at my thinly veiled attempt at an insult, guess she's either a narcissist or stupid. It didn't stop her talking, unfortunately.

“Well Chuck ended up a little worse for wear after Rodger had finished with him,” Patrice sniggered and I looked at her questioningly, “Well Rodger kind of told him why it wasn't safe for him to play with other people's Wives.”

I could only nod strangely, by the sullen stare she gave me I figured she wasn't about to elaborate, “Mind you it pales in comparison with John Riley's condition after what happened to ....... him? ....” Silence, “....,OH-MY-GOD! You don't know?! Oh god you really don't know do you? I can read your face like a book, he tried to do a runner from all the husband's and ran straight out in front of a taxi. He was flown back to the State's last night for further operations, His insurance provider wanted everything done State-side.”

I couldn't believe it, my husband hadn't told me about this, “When did this happen Patrice?”

“Ahhh two, no, three days ago.”

I could feel myself getting angry, I don't know why, I just felt guilty I guess that Riley had been my problem and he'd been summarily jettisoned by, in part my husband's doing, mind you he did tell me there would be corrective measures that I possibly wasn't gonna like and I guess this was one of those measures, maybe? Still he hadn't said boo about it, I needed to ask him. Patrice had the look that she wanted to say more however I felt less than enamored with her as a person, it wasn't just a feeling anymore, she was I think not a nice person by design. As I went to walk away I politely smiled and took my leave, actually I tried to take my leave, her hand reached out and grabbed my bare arm as she spoke, well whispered really, “Look just because those two have gone, doesn't mean we two can't have a little fun on the side, if you know what I mean honey. After all what our husbands don't know won't hurt them – right? Besides Chuck said John called you a hot little honey, with all the right moves, so why let them go to waste, am I right or am I right?”

I was infuriated with this woman now, what right did she have to listen and spread lies about me, HOW DARE SHE, I was about to launch into her, my mouth was open when my husband spoke somewhere behind me.

“Hi Honey, Oh I see you've met Patrice, Hi Patrice, everything back to normal then, what are you and Rodger up to today?”

“Oh, hi honey, I don't know what Rodger's up to, I'd bet golf, oh, but I've just met your lovely wife and I was just trying to entice her to come out with me, maybe do a little shopping, you know, girly-stuff, isn't that right honey?”

“Ahh a great idea! How's about it hun? You and Patrice, sound good then?”

YEAH, NOT HAPPENING. I looked painfully at them both and lied, “No actually I've developed a headache and I'm actually not feeling ....”

That stupid woman was slapping me on the hand, I felt like punching her on the nose, “Wait, wait, wait honey let me have a look in my .... here they are, here take some of these, two will do, fix you right up hun, here have some of my water to wash them down.”

ARE YOU KIDDING ME! God know's what you've got you whore! I shut her down returned her dodgy pharmaceuticals to her hand and pushed her water bottle away, “No thank you I'll go back to my suite I think get some shut eye, that'll do it. I'll see you later honey. Patrice.” I wanted to say it really wasn't a pleasure but I gathered by my look she probably now had an inkling.

He thought about what had just taken place between his Wife and Patrice, he wondered about the body language especially that expressed by his Wife, he'd bet his life on the fact that She did not like Patrice.

He realised they were both stood their looking at his wife disappear toward the foyer exit and the corridor to their suite. He felt a little embarrassed by his Wifes behaviour and thought for the sake of keeping the peace that he should offer the poor woman some kind of conciliatory gesture or maybe even, “Patrice, can I offer you a drink of some kind?”

“Why thank you kind Sir, a gin and tonic over lots of ice honey, I'll find us a seat while you're at the bar shall I?”

I got our drinks and Patrice had found a table in a nook that was off to one side. We sat and if Patrice had been embarrassed by my Wife's less than friendly attitude then it didn't seem to show, Patrice raised her glass and looking me straight in the eye said, “Well here's to us doll, we can have our own fun for now, everybody else can go to hell, whaddaya say honey?”

“I guess, yeah, here's to us.”

It really wasn't the case, I'd said it more to smooth things over. As Patrice started speaking and cornered the conversation warning signals started to flash and it took very little time for my dumb brain to figure out that I needed to be done with this 'situation' before too long, that must have been what my wife was so agitated about, Patrice seemed brash, as the conversation droned on, one statement she said about how she felt she could have dealt with the Chuck situation herself really made me question the women's intention if Rodger hadn't intervened. Given things just wash over her I suspect she maybe a bit narcissistic as well.

While I sat listening to Patrice's speech I reached for my cell, I'd left a message with Nadia, Frank Lorne's Secretary that I'd give him a ring back about the trip to Trinidad and Tobago, and could they arrange air travel and accomodation, well my phone wasn't in my pocket. Shit! I must have left it in our suite, fortunately that gave me an out that suited this situation fine, “Patrice, I'm sorry to interrupt, I've left my business cell in our room and I'm expecting an important call, look its been a pleasure, but I need to go, sorry?”

“Ahh, you men you're all the same, more interested in your business than your women, oh I guess it's all right, I thought we were making headway there, look maybe we two could get together later?”

“Patrice, nice to meet you, bye.”

God sake, awkward, not even on the same planet! Maybe Rodger would have been better off if Patrice and Chuck had done the dirty, either way it wasn't a matter of whether there was gonna be a train crash, just when.

God what a complete moron, I'm sorry I left my Husband with the stupid bitch but if I hadn't left it would of ended with me strangling the idiot to ****, I don't think I've ever taken an immediate dislike to a complete stranger so quickly. I still felt aggravated with her and what she'd said, I needed to calm down, at least in the quite with a cool little breeze coming in here I can enjoy my calm.

'Ding.'

Damnit, he's left his cell behind.

“Hello”

“Hi Frank, how's things.”

“No, he left it in our suite, do you need him urgently? I'll go....”

Explanation.

“Oh, okay, he ....what?”

Details.

“Oh, he did, did he, when?”

More details.

“So, you're going to book tickets for us?”

“Oh, for him, where's he gonna stay?”

“Really, you've been busy Frank, what with all the organising, look I'll get him to ring you back, I'll forget all the details, and we wouldn't want him to get lost because of my mistake, would we?”

“Yeah, bye Frank.”

SonofaBITCH!!