Eurotrip Pt. 02

Becky lay there, nonplussed, half playing with her soft and recently battered pussy, half guarding it from her husband, who was clearly way out of sorts. But still, her body became so hot after the level of disrespect her husband showed her, she found herself fawning after him as they both did for so long after they first met. This new and improved husband was a brute she could certainly learn to enjoy.

On her hands and knees she crawled toward him like a gazelle begging the lion's pardon. But John, seeing his bride assuming that he would forgive, stood and said, "Fuck off, my love!! We have nothing to say to each other. Not until tomorrow when you and I head out so I can offer you around like the whore you are! Now, there's a crossword in the lobby that needs doing." With that, he exited the room, causing a stripe of fear to paint itself cold down Becky's back. She was terrified of the idea of John leaving her and realized, as she continued to remain propped up on her hands and knees, that she was failing as his wife. He may have been physically harsh and emotionally indifferent toward her, but he didn't cheat on her, either. That gave him the leverage he needed to be in the right.

Becky, on the other hand, knew that her actions in the shared bathroom at the hostel were nothing short of infidelity. She wept for several minutes until she heard footfalls approaching her door and stood to greet John with a kiss and a deeply remorseful apology. Quickly, her hands acted as windshield wipers beneath her eyes to wipe away the tears she produced only moments before. She forced a smile and went to answer the door.

As she swung it open, there stood Hans, the proprietor with the wandering eye, who greeted John and Becky when they arrived hours earlier. With him we're two backpackers from Brazil named Janice and Camilla, both attractive with dark hair and highly defined facial features, as if they left a modeling agency just prior to arriving at the hostel. Becky saw that they were beautiful, and then, all at once, noticed that her very short shorts were unzipped, her left breast was exposed, and she was sweating profusely, causing her body to reflect the light off the beads that had developed along the lay of her soft skin. Even in this disheveled manner, Becky still managed to look really attractive, but the fact that something just blew up in their room couldn't be ignored.

Hans stared for a moment and kindly offered, "You know, we have vacancies in other rooms and this might not be the best time to...."

Camilla placed a hand on Hans' shoulder and Hans stopped talking immediately. "We would be fine to stay here," she said in her deepest of Mid-South American dialects. There was an anxiousness in her voice, an urgency. Janice nodded toward Hans, in agreement with Camilla, and he just smiled dubiously, took one more glance at Becky, turned on his heels, departed.

Becky stepped aside as she attempted to fix her appearance and the girls, in their mid-thirties from the looks of them, entered with a glance from one end of the small room to the other. Any plans John had to sleep on the extra bed away from Becky vanished and she was fine with that. Becky knew that this would change the dynamic of their communications, at least while they were in the same room with two foreign beauties. Becky sighed relief when Camilla opened up in conversation with her in English.

"Hello. My name es Camilla....," she stated in broken English terms, "....and this es mi amiga, Janice."

"Oh hi. Sorry for the appearance. I'm Becky. My husband, John, is elsewhere, but he'll return shortly." As she said this, she finally tucked her breast back into her tight lace bra and replaced her spaghetti strap on her shoulder. After a deep breath, she continued, "So, what are you two doing here in Amsterdam?"

"Same as you. No rushing to any well known sites, more winging it than actually planning and scheduling. We found that more relaxing. I'm sure you would agree."

"Yeah, but how did you know that...."

Camilla interrupted, "Anyone who stays at a hostel doesn't usually plan hotel stays or manage time effectively. Know what I mean. Hostel dwellers tend to be more the.....uuhhhh.....what es that word where you do things that are surprise? Like sudden it pops in the head and you do?"

"Oh," Becky quickly realized. "You mean spontaneous!"

"Si, si, si. Spon--ta--ne--ous." The three laughed for a moment and Camilla continued, "Gracias, my English only a little good."

Becky joked, "Oh, un pocito English." Again, laughter, this time much more contented and free. Becky, Camilla, and Janice were getting along quite well, having only just met, not to mention that the first impression Becky left was not one that would inspire likability. "I have to admit that your English is far more understandable than my Spanish, so you have me at an advantage there."

"Ad--vaaaah......" another word Camilla and Janice weren't familiar with.

"Advantage. Like if you play soc.....fútbol with an extra player on the field. Then you have an advantage."

"Ooohhhhh, so like I know two languages and you know one, so I have the advantage?"

"Pretty much! Do you girls want a drink?"

"A drink? If es cold, then two of whatever it is!"

"It's a drink drink. Like alcohol. Vodka. Yes?"

"Si, si! We like alcohol! If you want, I can make a drink for the three of us I think u like."

"Sounds like a plan. Camilla, you have the bar." Camilla looked over at her friend and nodded her head in the direction of the bar. Janice made her way to the bar to see to the drinks in a way that looked like she would have dropped the Hope Diamond to follow Camilla's instruction to a tee. Becky noticed this and found it odd, but not off putting in any way.

As the two sat down, Becky leaned in and asked, "So are you her owner or something. The way you told her to get the drinks and her quick reaction. Are you two partners?"

"You could call us partners, yes. We are in a relationship where I'm the dominant and she is the......uuuhhhh.....submittive?"

"Submissive. Yes, go on." Becky was glued to Camilla's explanation.

"Well, you see, she enjoys being bossed around and I do the bossing....Hehehehe."

"And does this also mean in bed, like during sex?"

"Oh sí. Especially in bed. We wear certain style clothing to show our roles as we make love."

Becky was getting very hot listening to this. Just then, Janice returned with the drinks. As Becky took her first sip and loved the flavor, a plan to get back in her husband's good graces began to form.

As if she read Becky's mind, Camilla asked, "I couldn't help pero notice the mood you were in when the door opened. You had been crying and your clothes were messed up. What are you sad for?"

For some reason, Becky decided to trust this woman and her partner. There was something about Camilla that gave her a trusting vibe and Becky picked up on it. So she gave, "When we arrived at this hostel, I immediately got in the shower. The bathrooms at most, if not all, hostels are community bathrooms, like anyone can use it. As I was showering, these two hot guys come in and strip. I only see them as they enter the shower. I haven't mentioned this yet, I don't think, but I'm here with my husband. Oh wait, I did bring that up when we met. Well...." she paused to let the story unfold in her two new acquaintances minds.

Camilla spoke up, "You cheated on your husband with them?"

Becky came out with the rest, "......and he saw it happen." She began to tear up. Through shaky vocals and a heightened emotional state, she cried, "The worst thing is that something in him snapped. For the last hour, he has been treating me like a toy for him to call on whenever he needs to release. And that's hot to me. So why couldn't he see the signs earlier? Why couldn't I?"

"Honey, men don't have the skills or the ability to read women as well as women can read men. You know this. You are a beautiful girl. He'll forgive you. Come...." Camilla extended her arms and pressed her body against Becky, fully embracing her. Becky closed her eyes and the tears that had collected at her lids came pouring down her cheeks as she rested her head on Camilla's shoulder. Under Camilla's loose fitting jogging pants and light, baggy windbreaker, Becky felt, what she surmised, an exquisite, tight, and ample body with breasts soft to the touch, not mushy, a flat stomach, and legs like tree trunks, strong and muscular. So, knowing that she was spoken for, Becky decided to warm up to Janice.

Camilla unwrapped her arms from Becky's body. Their faces were close, eye to eye. Then, Becky turned her gaze toward Janice, who was sitting in a rocking chair and had already finished her drink. Could she.....?" Becky allowed Camilla to assume the end of that query, but Janice didn't need to be instructed. She stood, approached the two entangled women, and joined them. Camilla kissed Janice. Becky watched, a hand traveling south was halted by Camilla, whose hand made its way to the same place Becky's hand was heading. Once the hand arrived, it unbuttoned Becky's tight shorts and slinked between the cloth of the shorts and Becky's tummy just below the belly button until her hand was in contact with the small patch of brown hair just above her love button.

While Camilla began making concentric circles amongst and around Becky's clit, Janice dropped to her knees and began removing articles of clothing from both participants. Once she got Becky's shorts off, Camilla placed the fingers used on Becky clit in front of Janice's mouth. Janice devoured the digits, tasting Becky's sex from Camilla's machinations.

"Well?" Camilla asked Janice, curious about how Becky tasted.

"Algodón de azúcar, mi amore," she replied in her thick dialect. Becky didn't understand, but knew the word 'sugar' was in there, so she rested on the theory that the words used were good ones, taking notice of her affect and nearly quaking beneath her own skin at its' singularity. Janice was hot. These were her first words since the two arrived and her voice was this raspy, dry, rocker-type voice, completely unexpected. Something about it made the sound of her voice amplify the sexual anticipation and Becky would shudder just from hearing it.

"You know," Camilla said as she pushed Becky onto an ottoman sitting in the middle of the room, "if your esposo walked in right now and saw what was going on, we could bring him in. How do you think he would feel about that?" Camilla split Becky's legs open and attacked her asshole and cunt, both, greedily lapping up all the delicious nectar. Camilla's hand reached up for Janice and brought her down to join in the feast.

Becky was flummoxed. "Oh....oh I don't knowwwwwWOW!!! He might well enj.....oh my God, I'm gonna cum so hard.....enjoy the scene. And the attent......OH GOD!" Becky's entire body locked and tightened. Definition of muscles all over were suddenly highlighted. Camilla fingered her ass as Becky squirted into Janice's mouth. She rubbed her fingers along the swath of hair above Becky's pussy, inducing euphoric dizziness in Becky's head. Becky was spinning. She immediately realized that she hadn't produced an orgasm like that since her honeymoon with John, who she was actually missing.

Camilla broke the silence, "Becky, you are so hot! En fuego! Yes, my love?"

"Si, su esposo estaría loco si no tratara de resolver las cosas."

"She says your husband would be a fool to not try to forgive you. Now, let's see what happens when he return. What's his name again?"

"John."

"Juan, got it."

"Close enough," Becky said, happy to endure this difficult circumstance with a diplomat as acting medium.

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It was 11pm when John returned, stoned out of his mind on some really kine bud. He said he was at a coffee shop "blazing away" were his words. Judging by the network of connected, red veins coating the surface of his eyes, he was absolutely consumed by the affects of whatever he inhaled. But he was also more docile than the last time she saw him, and with the company they were now keeping, John's behavior shifted wildly. Becky couldn't help but notice his introverted side making an appearance, which was never good, especially when he was about to be asked to be the centerpiece in a reverse gangbang.

Becky made the proper introductions, "Baby, these are our new roommates. They arrived shortly after you went out. Meet Camilla and Janice."

Lazily, John extended a hand and lit up at the sight of these two tanned, South American women. Using a matter-of-fact tone, John stated, "Hello, m'ladies. Names John and I am very high on some weed!" He then turned to his wife and whispered, but loud enough for the room to hear, "Hey...ummm...I sorta spent a decent amount on this shit. WOW! Was it ever worth it."

"Doesn't matter, honey. Doesn't even matter. Let's just sit and meet our new friends. Yes?" Becky looked over to the couple and the three of them chuckled as they all cut a path toward the circle of sofas in the room. They all sat short distances from each other, but on the same sectional as their partners and the discussion that would lead, ultimately, to the decision that would redefine John and Becky's marriage forever began.

Camilla, ever the icebreaker, began immediately asking questions to guide John's responses to the topic she wanted to really discuss. And that topic was how John would feel about engaging in a 4-way with his wife and the couple. "So, Juan, you are from America, yes? What part?"

"Well, Camilla, right now, we are living in Nevada, but work takes me all over the world. Becky and I have been together 10 years, married for half that, and we've moved 4 times since that first day. But for right now, Nevada." When he said Nevada, his hands both pantomimed something like playing a piano, when he was actually trying to use them to symbolize rooting in a certain area, a sturdy ground, and not moving, which was his and Becky's desire.

"Nevada? Isn't that where Las Vegas is?"

"Sure is,". John replied. "Lost a few bucks there once or twice."

"Bucks? You mean like deer?" At this line, Becky and John both began laughing hard.

Becky corrected the misunderstanding. "Bucks, in America, also means money or dollars.....dinero."

"Ooohhhhh. Ok. Well, Juan, money comes and it goes. I say anything that comes and goes isn't really that importanté. Becky es a sweetheart, not someone who comes y goes. You are lucky."

He placed a hand on Becky's leg. "Yeah.....I know." He was beginning to sober up.

After that, each took a quick pause to appreciate their current position; two positive relationships, both in Amsterdam, not a worry in the world, and if there was, it was located on the Western Hemisphere, half a world away.

"So you two are Brazilian?" John suddenly inquired, which took the two aback as nothing had been mentioned about their country of origin.

"Si, but how did you know?"

"Oh, I don't know if Becky mentioned but I'm a tour manager for a major recording artist which takes me globe trotting regularly. So your healthy looking skin coupled with your dialect gave it away. You are both quite easy on the eyes," then checking with Becky, "if you don't mind my saying."

"No, not at all." Becky said, enthusiastically. Her plan was, so far, going very well. She had a strong feeling that whatever John allowed himself to smoke before returning to the hostel placed him in the proper mood. He was slack at the shoulders and very unwound.

"Who is the artist?" Camilla asked.

"The artist?" He became confused. "Honey, the artist? Like Van Gogh? I am so high right now." John began to laugh at himself.

"No, not Van Gogh." Becky joined in his laughing fit.

They both continued their uproarious laughter until they noticed Camilla not in on the joke, but still awaiting a response and both, at once, regained composure. "Ummm, no sweetie. You mentioned the artist that you are tour manager for?"

"Ooohhhhh, yeah. Sorry 'bout that. It's a group named The Easies. I basically wait until they call me with a decision to start touring and I begin booking them gigs either nationally or internationally. I'm contracted with several other acts, but The Easies are....easily my most profitable."

"The Easies. I heard of this music. La radio play it back home sometimes. That sounds like a fun job. Does it take you away from home?"

"Sometimes yes. But most times....," he held Becky's hand, ".....I bring home with me." Suddenly, John realized that Camilla was doing all the talking and that Janice was sitting by her side in absolute silence, practically non-reactive.

"Oh. Well you sound happy with her. Yes?"

"It's a roller coaster, not gonna sugar coat it. But ups, downs, we get through it and we find moments of reprieve."

Camilla didn't understand that last line, but saw, by John's body language, that the comment was a positive one, so she nodded. A short silence.

John decided to ask, "So Camilla, you and Janice are......?

"We are partners in an open relationship."

"Oh. I couldn't help but notice that you have been the one asking questions while Janice quietly listens. Is that deliberate....Do you mean to do that?"

"Our relationship has very defined roles. She's more the quiet type, anyway."

"If I ask her a question, will she defer to you or can she respond?"

"Well she's not a mute, Juan!" Janice laughed at Camilla's quick wit.

"Yes," Janice offered, "Yo respondo. Camilla simplemente está hablando por los dos. Yo soy....bueno Camilla puede decirlo, tú."

Camilla gave Janice some leeway to continue her description, also offering her translation services since her partner wasn't as versed in English and she was, explaining that what Janice said was that she does respond, but prefers to let Camilla do the talking. Janice relinquished and excused herself to get a drink. "She's very serious about the role she plays. Hehe."

"Well shed some light on it for me." John was intrigued. Becky loved John's line of questioning as it was inching them all closer to what she wanted more than anything tonight.

"You know what the dom/sub relationship is, yes?"

"Sure do."

"Janice's natural impulse is that of a submissive person. Mine is more dominant. We don't just practice this in the bedroom. Instead, we expand that relationship into everyday lives."

"Wow! I've heard of these types of relationships, but it's so educational to see it play out right in front of you. Is educational even the right word? It's....." He shrugged once he couldn't find the word to act as replacement.

Then Camilla said something that Becky was not expecting, something that she thought John would detest and reject outright, but if he didn't, it was also something that would send her plan into high gear. Camilla leaned forward, turned her head so her eyes met Becky's, took a long, protracted sip from her delicious Brazilian cocktail still fixed on Becky's cat-shaped eyes, then swiveled her intimidating glare toward John and asked, "Juan, do you enjoy having sex with Becky?"

"Wow! That one came out of left field!! Ummmmmm.....I mean, yeah. Look at her. Still to this day, one of the most beautiful women, I believe, that I'll ever see."

Janice quietly asked for a translation of what John had just said. Once Camilla repeated in Spanish, Janice gave a heartfelt look in John's direction and said, "Oh, eso es tan dulce," and placed a hand over her heart, gently patting her chest to indicate a heartbeat.

"What'd she say?"

"She think you are a sweet marido and was turned on by how much love you give your wife."

"Turned on? You mean she finds that sort of thing.......desirable?" John was almost there. He was all but flirting with these two who seemed to be intentionally placed in the path of this trip just to save John and Becky's marriage, which only a few hours prior, was devastatingly close to its last gasp.