When Eva awakened the next morning, John was already up and gone. She tried to roll over and cried out. The slightest movement hurt, and her mouth was dry and her head was splitting and she needed to piss. It took several minutes to get enough courage to raise herself to a standing position. She wasn't sure what all had happened to her, but her cunt felt like hamburger and walking was a royal pain – a royal pain in the ass.
After relieving herself, she went to the mirror and cried out again at what she saw. Her upper lip was crusted with dry blood and she had a black eye to end all black eyes. She washed away the blood, careful not to touch her shiner because it was badly swollen and hurt even without touching it.
Bewildered and disillusioned, she filled the huge sunken tub with hot water and let her aching body down into the soothing warmth. She was immersed, her eyes closed, when John returned to the suite.
He was standing beside the tub when she heard him. Her eyes flew open. "John! What happened to me? Look at my eye. It hurts! I'm hurt!" she cried. "You, uh… you got terribly drunk last night, darling. You fell and hit your face against the arm of a chair."
She felt confused. Why hadn't he cleaned her up and taken care of her. Why was he gone when she woke up? "And my head is splitting," she said.
"I said you got drunk. Are you too stupid to figure out that you have a hangover?" he said curtly.
That's it. He's angry with me for getting drunk on our wedding night. He hates me. "I'm so ashamed of myself," she said.
John turned so he wouldn't have to look at her. He was ashamed, too, but he had started the charade of what happened and he would have to carry it through.
"Would you get me an aspirin or something?" she asked timidly.
"Of course, darling," he said, and then looked at her coldly.
"You're sorry, aren't you?"
"Yes. I'm sorry, darling."
"Never again," she said softly, looking down at the water to avoid his glaring eyes.
When she emerged from the tub, John was still standing in the doorway. "We're going horseback riding as soon as you're dressed," he said.
"I can't go horseback riding. I feel terrible, and besides, I don't know how to ride a horse."
"You can learn," he said.
He sat and smoked while she got dressed to go riding.
On the way to the elevator, Eva stopped. "I forgot something in the room. I'll be right back," she said.
"Well, hurry it up. We're late now."
She went back to the suite and went straight to the bar. "The hair of the dog," she said, and gulped down two shots.
By the time they got to the lobby, she felt better, but John wouldn't let her eat any breakfast. Said there wasn't time; if she expected breakfast she shouldn't lay in bed all day. It was eight-thirty-two.
John was an expert horseman and they rode until noon. They had a light lunch when they got back to the hotel, and even though Eva was starved, she didn't mind because it hurt so bad to sit down that she couldn't eat, anyway.
"We'll rest for forty-five minutes and then play some tennis." John said as he finished his tea.
"I don't know how to play tennis." Eva said.
"I'll teach you." John said.
Exactly forty-eight minutes later, they were on the tennis court. He tutored her for an hour. Eva learned quickly and was doing quite well, but John was an outstanding tennis player and was soon bored. He told her to sit down and rest while he played a set with a more experienced player. The more experienced player turned out to be an attractive, very rich widow of forty-one. The set lasted until six that evening. Eva lay on her stomach in the grass and watched, seething with jealousy.
John invited the woman to dine with them and afterwards they played bridge. Eva didn't know how to play bridge, either, and sat watching until nine, when John got up from the table and announced it was bed time; they had to get an early start in the morning. He didn't fuck her that night.
The next day started at six a.m. and was a repeat of the day before, except they played golf instead of tennis. The widow was an excellent golfer, as was John. Eva played along behind. The bridge game lasted until ten, and again John didn't fuck her. He turned his back at the far side of the bed and went immediately to sleep.
By the end of the third day, horseback riding no longer chafed the insides of her thighs raw; she was an expert at watching a tennis game and tagging behind on a golf course, and she could eat all she wanted at dinner because John didn't notice – his attention was focused on the widow's pearly smile and the cleavage the big-titted woman flaunted. Eva wouldn't have been surprised if he had spent the night in her bed, but he didn't. He went dutifully to bed with his bride, though he didn't touch her.
Eva was miserable. She was lonely and jealous and bored. And she was horny.
She couldn't sleep on that third night, and it was after midnight when she crawled from bed and went out onto the balcony.
She looked down at the inviting pool shimmering in the pale moonlight and decided she wanted to go swimming. Eva loved swimming, but they hadn't been near the pool because John didn't care for the water.
She went back into the bedroom, checked to make sure John was asleep, and slipped into a tiny white bikini that covered little. She went to the bar and downed a couple of shots of whiskey, then grabbed the bottle and slipped silently from the room.
When she got to the pool, it was no longer deserted. There was a lone swimmer coursing through the brilliant water. Eva stood at the edge, clutching her bottle, watching him streak through the water. He completed four laps before he noticed her standing there. He swerved to the edge and hung in the water looking up at her.
"Hi, kind of late for you to be out," he said, looking behind her. "Where's your husband?"
"What are you doing in the pool?" Eva said coldly. "I thought you were one of the help."
"I have a couple of days off and since the paying customers usually don't swim at this hour, thought I'd take a little workout before driving down to the city for some action. Come on in. The water's fine."
Eva looked down her nose at the bellboy who had stood and watched her in her doorway. He is good-looking, she thought, but such a peasant. She tilted the whiskey bottle to her lips and took a long drink, set it carefully beside the pool, and plunged into the water.
When she broke the surface at the other side, the bellboy was already waiting for her. "What took so long?" he said.
Eva tossed her hair with a flip of her head. "Go away, sonny, you bore me."
"Where's hubby tonight. You're usually tagging along somewhere behind him."
"He's in bed – asleep."
"Who with? That rich widow with the big tits?"
Eva spit at him, catching him in the face.
He grinned, wiping the spit from his eyes. "Hit a sore spot, huh?" he said.
"I hate you."
"What you really mean, is that you love me."
"Shit!" Eva said, and kicked away from the edge. He swam beside her to the other side.
"That's a nasty shiner you have. Hubby give it to you?" he said, easing up close to her.
"For your information, I tripped over one of your lousy rugs. Crummy help around here doesn't keep the damn place up properly."
He treaded water beside her and put his hands on her hips.
"Keep your hands to yourself," she said, pulling away. His touch sent a thrill up her spine. It had been three days since her husband had so much as touched her.
She moved several feet away from the boy, grabbed the edge of the pool, and turned back to face him again. "Why did you come up to our suite the other day? We hadn't ordered anything."
He moved close to her, his arm draped in the drain trough. "I saw you when you first came in and then when I saw your husband back down in the lobby without you, I decided to get another look at you without him there. I didn't expect to see quite that much of you." He had his free hand on her hip again.
Eva blushed at the memory. "Fuck you, too," she said.
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about," he said.
"You're a nasty boy. In fact, you're terrible."
They were very close in the water. He had his arm around her, his hand moving up and down on her back, yet she didn't move away. She remained motionless when he kissed her. "You shouldn't have done that," she said. When he kissed her again, his hand slid inside the back of her bikini, his finger resting deep in the cleavage of her ass. Still she didn't move away.
He knew she wanted to fuck as bad as he did, and he wanted her to show it. But she didn't. She remained unmoving. His cock was hard and pounding, and it was bent uncomfortably inside his brief trunks. He finally decided she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction he sought and moved away in the water. Snooty little bitch, he thought, and pushed his trunks down his legs. He went under water for a moment and when he came up his trunks were slowly sinking to the bottom.
Eva watched him, not sure what he was up to. When he came to her again, and his cock touched her leg, she knew. "You're probably the dirtiest boy I've ever met," she said.
"Call me Bob, and I'll call you Eva," he said.
"How do you know my name?"
"Bellhops know everything."
The water was warm, but chills ran up her spine. The feel of his hard prick against her thigh was too much, and her hand moved under the water until she could circle his cock with her fingers.
"You're despicable. Go away and leave me alone," she said, her hand tightening its grip.
"I can't. You're holding me too tight." He was grinning. He knew he had her now.
His prick was quite long, though perhaps a trifle slender, and incredibly hard. "Bob! It's so long," she said.
"All the better to fuck you with, my dear," he answered.
Eva wanted him to fuck her, wanted it desperately, yet she moved her hand furiously on his cock, well aware of what it would do.
"Not too fast, baby, you'll make me come," he cried.
"Yes!" she hissed.
"Stop, stop! I'm almost there!" And then he was there. His jizz spurted out and trailed off into long strings under the water. She kept pumping. Bob kept coming.
"Jesus Christ," he snorted, pulling away from her, "why in the fuck did you do that?"
"So you'll leave me alone, you stupid prick," she snarled. She pushed away from the pool edge and turned to swim the long way. Because I lost my head, you dummy, she thought bitterly. I didn't want you to come, either. She directed her venom to her swimming.
Bob pulled himself onto the bank. "Stupid, crazy, fucking bitch," he said, and then he noticed her bottle. He picked it up and took a long, hard pull.
Eva lapped the pool twice and then stopped in the middle. She floated loosely in the water, watching him drink from her bottle. The top to her bikini came off first. Her head didn't go under while she pushed down the bottoms. She looked down into the water and watched them sink to the bottom, and then swam to where Bob was sitting.
She came up between his legs, which were dangling over the edge, and raised herself enough to get her hand on his prick.
"You won't get any satisfaction from that," he snarled, "You made damn certain of that."
"I might," she said, lifting herself further from the water. Her head came level with her hand. She drew him into her mouth.
He looked down with astonishment to see her face buried tightly in his crotch. "Baby," he groaned, "you might at that. Suck it good, honey." He felt her warm mouth surrounding his cock and knew he would get hard again. "I knew you were easy when you opened your robe the other day, that's why I was so surprised when you jerked me off in the water. Hot broads usually want theirs first. Suck it good, baby, he's coming up."
Eva was thrilled to feel his prick in her mouth, and it was always better to start with it soft, to feel it stiffen and grow hard and pulse. It was pulsing now, and she eased down on it until the knob was almost in her throat. She had the urge to vomit, but suppressed it and let it go deeper.
"Jesus Christ, baby, you're gonna make me come again!" he cried.
She pulled back then, letting his cock swing free. "Let me get out of the pool. We can do it on one of the lounge chairs."
She moved to his left and pulled herself out of the water. She got quickly to her feet. "Bring the bottle," she said, and walked to one of the big, cushioned deck chairs.
The young man watched her walk away, her hips swaying, her ass bobbing. Christ, he thought, this has got to be one great fuck. I never saw a broad built any better. He got to his feet and picked up the bottle.
She lay spread out, her knees bent open to display her pussy. "Sit down beside me. I haven't decided if I want to go all the way. And let me have a drink."
He handed her the bottle. "Who in the hell do you think you're kidding, baby?" he said. "You want it worse than I do."
She took a long drink of whiskey. "Do you have any cigarettes?" she asked.
"Over there in my robe."
"Would you get me one?"
"Christ on a crutch!" he snarled, yet he got up and walked around the pool to get his cigarettes. He had two already lit when he got back. She reached up and took one.
"Sit down beside me," she said. Her hand wrapped around his cock, which was soft again, when he sat. "Play with my cunt."
He let his hand slide across her belly and down to her pussy. Her thighs closed against him. Her hair was still wet from the pool, but her cunt was wet from arousal. It was all slick inside and opened to receive his finger.
"That feels good. Push it all the way in. Ooooh, honey, that feels good… sooo good!" she said, squeezing his cock. It was good and hard again.
"Since I've worked here, I've seen a lot of rich bitches with hot pants, but you're the hottest yet." He had two fingers in her cunt.
"Are they always married women?"
"Not always. Several have been young gals with their parents. One was only thirteen, and did she ever want it bad. So I gave it to her, compliments of the house."
"Once I had a mother and daughter in the same night. The old lady walked in while I was balling her kid. She was sixteen or seventeen and her old lady must have been fifty. She had been down in the bar for three hours while her old man went off riding or something and she was crocked to the gills. She flew into a hell of a rage when she caught us, but it was a cover-up because she hadn't been able to pick up a man in the bar. I ended up fucking her in the ass while her innocent little daughter watched."
Eva squirmed against his hand, so hot she knew she had lost control. She wanted to be fucked and knew she would be fucked, yet had to play the game with herself. What's the use, she told herself, I've already been unfaithful to John. One more time won't hurt, but this is positively the last time. She was young, only nineteen, and in need of a man, a vibrant, hard man. John seemed so old all of a sudden, and he hadn't touched her in three days. She felt like she was all cunt.
"Let's fuck now," she said.
He continued finger-fucking her. "The married ones are always the best lays, though. Hotter and always more willing to do odd-ball things. You're on your honeymoon, ain't you?"
"Yes." Eva whispered, feeling ashamed. "Why don't you just shut up and fuck me?"
"I never had one on her honeymoon before. They're usually too starry-eyed." He was teasing her now. "What's the matter? Your old man having trouble getting it up?"
Eva sat up, his fingers still deep inside her cunt. "That's not funny. I think I'll go back to my room."
He roughly pushed her back down. "Don't get huffy, baby, or I might not screw you."
Eva gasped when his fingers came from her cunt. She sighed when he quickly got on top of her and pushed the head of his prick against the wet cuntlips. Her arms went around his hips and her legs opened wider to let him in. He pushed and the fat head popped inside, followed quickly by the long, hard stem.
"Jesus, you're wet and slick in there," he said, feeling his cock slide easily all the way in.
"Yes, yes," she hissed, "my husband, who can't get it up, fucked me royally just before I came down to the pool." She felt she had to lie to him to save face, and hunched her ass to try and get more cock. There wasn't any more cock to get. She had it all. "Fuck me hard," she cried.
"You are one hot pussy," he said, starting a steady fucking rhythm.
Her cunt clasped his prick hungrily. He was amazed that she would be so tight; it went in so easily that he thought she would be a slop job, but her cunt was as tight as an asshole. He knew he couldn't last long and hoped he could bring her off before he came.
He really didn't have to worry, because she coming already. She moaned and twisted against the big, moving thing thrusting into her belly.
"You know," he said, trying to slow his pace, "your husband could be up there on his balcony watching us."
"Yes… he could, but don't stop," she gasped. She was on the verge of coming again. "Oooh, that's so good. Keep fucking, keep fucking!" Her legs had gone up around his back.
"I'm getting close," he gasped.
"Okay… okay… okay," she cried. "I'm there, too. You can come inside me, I want to feel it." Her legs had gone straight up in the air, her arms wrapped around his neck, her ass lunging up to meet each thrust. And then she felt his wet, slick cum squirting inside her.
He pumped several times and went limp. "Ah, baby, that's what I call fucking," he gasped.
"Yes," she whispered, putting her mouth on his. She felt wonderful, relaxed and wonderful, and finally admitted it to herself. She liked being fucked more than anything else in the world and with any man. To hell with all the bullshit that always fucked up her mind. This was what it was all about; a stiff cock and a wet and ready pussy to take it in. She wanted him to fuck her again, right now.
"Can you do it again?" she asked.
"Actually, I'd have to say no," he said. "Besides, I have to get down to the city. Have commitments there."
"Surely you have time for a drink?" she said sarcastically.
"Not really," he said, sitting up, "but I'll take time, anyway." He picked up the bottle and took a swig and handed it to Eva. She followed suit and passed it back.
They talked and passed the bottle back and forth until it was empty. They were both quite drunk.
"How you gonna get back up to your room?" he said, tossing the empty bottle into the shrubbery.
"Take the elevator. How else?"
"It could be embarrassing. You're naked and your suit's at the bottom of the pool."
"I'll dive in and get it," she said.
"It's in eight feet of water. You'll drown."
"Like shit," she said, getting to her feet. She raced for the pool, almost fell, and went awkwardly into the water. She came back up sputtering. "Too fuckin' deep," she said, barely getting to the edge of the pool.
Bob was standing beside the pool now. "My suit should be right down here somewhere."
"I think it drifted down to the middle with mine," she said.
"Shit," he said, then shrugged. "What the hell. I live in a cottage behind the hotel. I can get there without being seen, but you got a problem."
"Ever fuck a girl in the water?" Eva said.
"No, can't say that I have."
"Now's your chance."
He looked down at her, her boobs halfway out of the water as if they were water wings holding her up. "I think I'll pass, baby. I have to get into town, and I couldn't get it up again, anyway." He waved at her and turned and walked away.
She watched him go into the tall shrubbery and pass from sight. She thought again about trying to retrieve her suit, but gave up the idea and pulled herself from the water. It might be tricky getting up to her suite, but it was late and she could take the stairs.
She got to the fourth floor and inside her door. Breathing a heavy sigh, she pushed the door shut with her ass. She went to the bar and poured herself a drink. The liquor went down easily hitting bottom heavily. Her head started to spin.
"Eva, is that you?" her husband's voice came from the bedroom.
"Yes, it's me," she said quickly.
"Where the hell have you been?"
"I-I couldn't sleep. I went for a walk," she said. And got fucked, you bastard, she thought.
"Don't you know it's dangerous to wander about at this hour?" his voice said, still from the bedroom.
"I thought it would be safe here," she said.
"You're probably right. Nothing could happen to you here. Now come on to bed."
She finished her drink, took another straight from the bottle, and staggered in to her bed. John was already back asleep. Eva crawled under the satin sheet and quickly passed out, a silly, satisfied grin on her face.