Ethan drummed his fingers on the sliding glass door.

What's it looking like?

Called Bethany from the bathroom.

Do I want to know?

He stared out at the downpour of rain in the empty gray beach.

The waves were violent and ugly.

The whole scene looked nothing like the pictures they had had in their head when they booked this vacation.

In one look at the weather forecast revealed they weren't likely to get a break the entire week.

It was only rain, rain, and more rain.

We could go to the aquarium, said Bethany, half-heartedly as she came out of the bathroom in her bikini.

Or the bar?

Ethan sighed and turned to his wife.

Yeah, I guess.

I just can't believe it's raining this hard.

We spent so much money booking this place, and now...

He trailed off angrily, waving his hand in the air.

He turned back to the balcony door, as though staring at the rain would ward it off.

But when he turned back to his wife, his jaw dropped.

She was completely naked and on all fours on the bed. Her petite, slender body was

tan and glistening with body oil. She shook her ass in Ethan's direction, like she was trying

to lure him in.

Mm, fuck, baby.

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