Second Thoughts Pt. 02

Chapter 12

Michael went to his room and changed, and then went to the resort restaurant to join everyone else for dinner.

He ordered a martini, quickly drained it, and ordered another one. He was reeling from what he had seen and heard. Had Jen fallen in love with Gerard? No, it couldn't be. People say things they don't mean in the heat of passion. But the way Gerard looked. There was no doubt in Michael's mind that Gerard was doing everything he could to get Jen to fall in love with him.

Gerard and Jen arrived a few minutes later. Gerard wore breezy slacks and a light shirt. Jen wore the same sundress, but it was wrinkled. Her hair was pinned up, but blonde strands clumsily fell around her face. Her face was flushed and she wobbled slightly in her high heels.

"Jen looks freshly fucked," Michael heard someone say.

"He's probably running down her leg."

"Christ, don't get crude."

"You know I'm right."

Michael picked a seat where he had a clear view of Jen and Gerard. Jen seemed to search for her husband, but when she saw him she quickly turned her eyes away. She sat down and crossed her legs, her dress hiking up to show an abundance of her shapely legs. Gerard rested his hand on her knee.

Michael felt someone nudge his arm. "So how many times do you think they've fucked?"

"What?" Michael said, looking at who had spoken to him. It was Jake, one of the single guys in Gerard's group of friends. Michael had met him earlier that day.

Jake motioned to Gerard and Jen. "Sorry, mate, I just noticed you looking at Gerard over there with his girl friend. How many times do you think he's banged her so far this weekend?"

"Uh -- I don't know," Michael said. He realized he probably sounded idiotic, but Jake didn't seem to notice, with his 3 empty martini glasses in front of him.

"I bet it's close to half a dozen, at least. Gerard can't keep his hands off her."

The two men watched as Gerard caressed Jen's leg under the table.

"Shit, she's got great legs. Flat chested, though." Jake paused to order another martini. "Not that I wouldn't mind getting inside her pants. She's fucking hot."

Jake's drink arrived and he took a long gulp. Before the waiter left he ordered another one. "Did you see the bikini she was wearing? Fuck, you could see her nipples right through the suit. Small tits, but I'd love to get a handful. Did you see what Gerard did to her suit? Pulled the top away, and wedged the bottoms between her crack? Shit, she's got a tight ass. Then the bitch walks away in her fuck-me-pumps, covering her tits with her hands. Damn, that was so fucking hot, I also lost my rocks."

Michael was becoming aroused as he listened to Jake talk so crudely about his wife. "So you'd -- um -- you'd fuck her if you could?"

"Man, who wouldn't?" Jake finished his drink and took the new one offered by the waiter. Then he looked conspiratorially at Michael. "You see how much she drinks? I've seen her get shit faced more than once. If that happens this weekend, and Gerard's not around, I'm gonna see about getting in between those sexy legs of hers."

Michael's heart was pounding. "You mean, you'd rape her?"

Jake gave Michael an inebriated scowl. "Man, don't get holy on me. Give me ten minutes to work on her and she'll be begging me to fuck her."