The resort was beautiful — big pools, fancy restaurants, and a golf course that stretched out green under the sun. Becky and Dave checked in as Mr. and Mrs. Thompson like it was the most normal thing in the world. She wore a short white sundress that hugged her t**s and showed off her long legs. Dave kept his hand on her lower back the whole time, playing the perfect husband.
In public they acted sweet. They held hands walking to the welcome lunch. Dave kissed her cheek when someone from his company said hello. Becky smiled and called him “babe” like they’d been married for years. But every touch felt electric. Every time his fingers brushed her skin, her p***y throbbed. She could still taste his c*m from last night.
During the afternoon group activities, the teasing started. They were s
