Chapter 4

The sound of the shower came with the scrolling credits. Maria turned to Jimmy, holding his face between her hands, and said, “He’s jealous. Why don’t you go to your room? Close the door and put on the Bose headset.”

“¿O podría tirarlo por el balcón?”

“Shhh, Jimmy, please.”

“I’m sorry, but I can’t stand the thought of him touching you.”

“I know, baby, but I’m married to him.” Maria held her lips on Jimmy’s forehead for a long time before getting up and going to her bedroom. Once the door was closed, she stripped down to her panties.

Brent exited the bathroom, still drying his head. His dick was straight, but still pointing downward. He always seemed to want her more when Jimmy was with them. Was it jealousy or his way of showing ownership and control, Maria wondered?

She put on a silk robe, followed Brent onto the balcony, and looked at the half-moon reflecting off the ocean in the distance. She scanned in to the cars and streetlights, then off to the right where a few blocks separated luxurious accommodations from dismal poverty. There, the tightly packed together lights were dimmer.

She imagined Yolanda, after a twelve-hour day, walking to a tiny, rundown house where she might share a room with three or four other women. The thought made her hate these vacations even more.

Brent didn’t kiss Maria passionately, play with her breasts, or suck her nipples to get her in the mood. Instead, he pinned her to the railing, yanked her panties aside, and took her from behind, shoving in with a grunt. She arched, pushing her rump back, and feigned pleasure, as expected.

Then Brent lifted her leg to the railing, and Maria was terrified, looking down eleven stories, but she didn’t resist. More than falling was her concern about Jimmy seeing them from his balcony, so she closed her eyes and took it so Brent would finish quickly.

A harmony of slaps and grunts accompanied every fearful upward thrust into Maria’s body until Brent finally unloaded his balls inside her. She made the appropriate sounds so he could feel like a man, but Maria had never once climaxed with Brent and wouldn’t ever allow it to happen. What she did do was fight back tears and think about her sister, Juliana. That’s what Maria had been doing for the three years since they married.

The following day at the remote cottage, Brent and Maria walked the fifty yards from the back door to the beach. Jimmy was already there with the cooler, chairs, float, and towels he had transported earlier. Brent saw the deep hole the boy had dug and tried to make conversation. “You making a sandcastle?”