"Sister dear, I'm here." Leah's voice came over the phone about an hour or so later.
"Where are you?" Lexa asked wondering if she had been foolish enough to bring Camacho to Xation's family villa in the city.
"Oh God, I'm at his house, it is magnificent, right on the ocean, by the Marina, he's going to take me out sailing on his boat this afternoon, I am so glad I brought., your, bikini's!" Leah informed her sister with a great lightness and elan to her voice.
"His house!?" Lexa replied worried "Where the fuck is his wife?"
"Oh don't worry.., she's in Santiago, apparently her brother was in a motorcycle accident yesterday, she won't be back for days.., and I am leaving Sunday morning.., so everything will be fine." Leah tried to reassure her sister and quell any trepidation Lexa might be feeling.
"Okay.., well, have a good time, put on plenty of sunscreen, you burn easily out on the open water." Lexa reminded her.
"Thanks mom." the two sisters had a little laugh together and then Leah said "I love you, see ya on Sunday."
"Love ya too, see you Sunday sweetheart." Lexa hung up the phone and settled back down in Leah's bed not realizing those would be the last words she ever said to her twin sister.
So it was, the day passed for Leah and Camacho out on the warm South Atlantic, it was a glorious afternoon filled with sunshine, fresh seafood, cold champagne, strawberries and grapes. The amorous, adulterous couple enjoyed the fresh ocean air, the calm waters and each other's company. Later, below deck, with the captain at the helm, Camacho took Leah into the little cabin where the two stripped off each others swim wear, exposing the brown and white parts of their bodies, where the sun had not shone upon their skin, where each took in the extreme, exquisite pleasure of each other's mouth and flesh, giving in to their lustful sin. And, once, again the pair had succeeded in betraying their spouses without a care for the sanctity of the vows they had sworn before God, family and friends. The concept of Unity, Loyalty, Respect, and Honor meant absolutely nothing to them now. Such is the way of the world, filled with all the empty, foolish, heartless people who exist merely to dwell in it from day to day. But in truth, Camacho did not give a fuck about his wife, nor his vows, or her feelings, all he cared about was satisfying his rapacious, desirous urges and Leah was no different then he, and any thoughts she had of loyalty to Xation were as far away from her mind as the sun was from the moon.
It was a wonderful day for the duo sailing along the coast line of Argentina for hours and they did not make it back to Camacho's house until just after sunset. The two went into the home Camacho shared with his wife of three years, Vanessa; whom was beside herself with grief at the bedside of her younger brother whose left leg was injured so badly in the high speed crash, it had to be amputated just above the knee. However, Camacho was not aware of this because he had turned his mobile phone off, and his distraught wife could not get through to him all day long. Now when Camacho returned to his spacious home he deliberately unplugged all the telephones in the house, as not to be disturbed, so he could enjoy his new mistress, Leah, in peace. Leah, as well as Camacho, were exhausted from their long afternoon out on the water, swimming in the ocean, rolling in the deep, between the sheets. They decided to take a long, hot shower together to get nice and clean. Leah was so enraptured by Camacho's charm, charisma, and indeed his very existence, she got down on her knees before him through the heat, water and steam where she took him in her mouth, long, hard and deep. Now this is something his wife would NEVER, ever, under any circumstance do to him, or for him, and this is one of the reasons Camacho had been much displeased in his marriage to Vanessa. However, this woman, Leah, the wife of another man knew just what to do to bring him fully to the desire he so wished to please. After a few more heated moments of mutual pleasure the pair collapsed on his massive bed in a weary heap of spent flesh, it was nice to lie together with each other on top of the crisp cool sheets, the gentle breeze of the ceiling fan chilling their sunburned skin. Then Camacho, his arms around Leah said "Let's get under the covers and watch a movie before we go to bed." this was something he always did with his wife and Camacho had a vast collection of movies on video cassette and a big screen t.v.
"What shall we see?" Leah asked with a warm glance and a gentle smile, her bright green eyes lit up like dazzling emeralds.
"Have you heard of this new director, Quentin Tarantino?" he asked going straight to the video he wanted to watch.
Leah gave a puzzled look and answered honestly "I don't know much about films, or directors."
"True Romance!" Camacho said as he slipped the video into the v.c.r. "It came out last year. This guy, Tarantino, he's amazing!" Camacho said as he pressed play then elucidated " The story is shocking and violent.., a modern day love story, kinda like Bonnie and Clyde, but much better, cause none of this ever really happened.., or did it?" Camacho gave a sly smirk and the two laughed as they curled up in bed together, turned off the lights, and watched the film, never realizing it would be the last movie they wold ever see.
Meanwhile back at the hospital in Santiago, Vanessa was growing more and more angry by the minute, for she needed her husband to be there for her during this great tragedy in her family, but his mobile phone went straight to voice mail, he had not returned the 37 messages she had left for him, nor did he return the 25 text messages she kept sending, and now when she tried to call their home, the phone just kept ringing and ringing and ringing, the answering machine did not pick up and she knew that could only mean one thing, her husband had unplugged the phones, so the machine never was activated. Now a great panic rose up in her wounded heart, for Vanessa was well aware of her husband's mistresses, and his numerous affairs, but due to her great affection for him, and because of his great wealth and fortune, she had looked the other way, but they had an arrangement, an agreement between them, that he would NEVER bring one of his whores back to their home, where she lived and had shared her bed with her husband. Now Vanessa feared the worse and she told her mother so, though Vanessa's mother told her daughter not to worry, to focus her attention on helping her brother cope with this disaster, but no matter how hard Vanessa tried she could not get her mind off the thought of some random whore sleeping in her bed. For when she closed her eyes that was all she could see as she tossed and turned in her hotel bed, trying to go to sleep. However, when Vanessa's mother came to wake her for breakfast before they were to return to the hospital, she found Vanessa had checked out hours earlier, and was now just arriving at the airport, a little after 7 o'clock that Saturday morning, in Buenos Aires, her heart was racing and her thoughts left her in a panicked state nearing homicidal rage.
"Where are you?" Lexa asked wondering if she had been foolish enough to bring Camacho to Xation's family villa in the city.
"Oh God, I'm at his house, it is magnificent, right on the ocean, by the Marina, he's going to take me out sailing on his boat this afternoon, I am so glad I brought., your, bikini's!" Leah informed her sister with a great lightness and elan to her voice.
"His house!?" Lexa replied worried "Where the fuck is his wife?"
"Oh don't worry.., she's in Santiago, apparently her brother was in a motorcycle accident yesterday, she won't be back for days.., and I am leaving Sunday morning.., so everything will be fine." Leah tried to reassure her sister and quell any trepidation Lexa might be feeling.
"Okay.., well, have a good time, put on plenty of sunscreen, you burn easily out on the open water." Lexa reminded her.
"Thanks mom." the two sisters had a little laugh together and then Leah said "I love you, see ya on Sunday."
"Love ya too, see you Sunday sweetheart." Lexa hung up the phone and settled back down in Leah's bed not realizing those would be the last words she ever said to her twin sister.
So it was, the day passed for Leah and Camacho out on the warm South Atlantic, it was a glorious afternoon filled with sunshine, fresh seafood, cold champagne, strawberries and grapes. The amorous, adulterous couple enjoyed the fresh ocean air, the calm waters and each other's company. Later, below deck, with the captain at the helm, Camacho took Leah into the little cabin where the two stripped off each others swim wear, exposing the brown and white parts of their bodies, where the sun had not shone upon their skin, where each took in the extreme, exquisite pleasure of each other's mouth and flesh, giving in to their lustful sin. And, once, again the pair had succeeded in betraying their spouses without a care for the sanctity of the vows they had sworn before God, family and friends. The concept of Unity, Loyalty, Respect, and Honor meant absolutely nothing to them now. Such is the way of the world, filled with all the empty, foolish, heartless people who exist merely to dwell in it from day to day. But in truth, Camacho did not give a fuck about his wife, nor his vows, or her feelings, all he cared about was satisfying his rapacious, desirous urges and Leah was no different then he, and any thoughts she had of loyalty to Xation were as far away from her mind as the sun was from the moon.
It was a wonderful day for the duo sailing along the coast line of Argentina for hours and they did not make it back to Camacho's house until just after sunset. The two went into the home Camacho shared with his wife of three years, Vanessa; whom was beside herself with grief at the bedside of her younger brother whose left leg was injured so badly in the high speed crash, it had to be amputated just above the knee. However, Camacho was not aware of this because he had turned his mobile phone off, and his distraught wife could not get through to him all day long. Now when Camacho returned to his spacious home he deliberately unplugged all the telephones in the house, as not to be disturbed, so he could enjoy his new mistress, Leah, in peace. Leah, as well as Camacho, were exhausted from their long afternoon out on the water, swimming in the ocean, rolling in the deep, between the sheets. They decided to take a long, hot shower together to get nice and clean. Leah was so enraptured by Camacho's charm, charisma, and indeed his very existence, she got down on her knees before him through the heat, water and steam where she took him in her mouth, long, hard and deep. Now this is something his wife would NEVER, ever, under any circumstance do to him, or for him, and this is one of the reasons Camacho had been much displeased in his marriage to Vanessa. However, this woman, Leah, the wife of another man knew just what to do to bring him fully to the desire he so wished to please. After a few more heated moments of mutual pleasure the pair collapsed on his massive bed in a weary heap of spent flesh, it was nice to lie together with each other on top of the crisp cool sheets, the gentle breeze of the ceiling fan chilling their sunburned skin. Then Camacho, his arms around Leah said "Let's get under the covers and watch a movie before we go to bed." this was something he always did with his wife and Camacho had a vast collection of movies on video cassette and a big screen t.v.
"What shall we see?" Leah asked with a warm glance and a gentle smile, her bright green eyes lit up like dazzling emeralds.
"Have you heard of this new director, Quentin Tarantino?" he asked going straight to the video he wanted to watch.
Leah gave a puzzled look and answered honestly "I don't know much about films, or directors."
"True Romance!" Camacho said as he slipped the video into the v.c.r. "It came out last year. This guy, Tarantino, he's amazing!" Camacho said as he pressed play then elucidated " The story is shocking and violent.., a modern day love story, kinda like Bonnie and Clyde, but much better, cause none of this ever really happened.., or did it?" Camacho gave a sly smirk and the two laughed as they curled up in bed together, turned off the lights, and watched the film, never realizing it would be the last movie they wold ever see.
Meanwhile back at the hospital in Santiago, Vanessa was growing more and more angry by the minute, for she needed her husband to be there for her during this great tragedy in her family, but his mobile phone went straight to voice mail, he had not returned the 37 messages she had left for him, nor did he return the 25 text messages she kept sending, and now when she tried to call their home, the phone just kept ringing and ringing and ringing, the answering machine did not pick up and she knew that could only mean one thing, her husband had unplugged the phones, so the machine never was activated. Now a great panic rose up in her wounded heart, for Vanessa was well aware of her husband's mistresses, and his numerous affairs, but due to her great affection for him, and because of his great wealth and fortune, she had looked the other way, but they had an arrangement, an agreement between them, that he would NEVER bring one of his whores back to their home, where she lived and had shared her bed with her husband. Now Vanessa feared the worse and she told her mother so, though Vanessa's mother told her daughter not to worry, to focus her attention on helping her brother cope with this disaster, but no matter how hard Vanessa tried she could not get her mind off the thought of some random whore sleeping in her bed. For when she closed her eyes that was all she could see as she tossed and turned in her hotel bed, trying to go to sleep. However, when Vanessa's mother came to wake her for breakfast before they were to return to the hospital, she found Vanessa had checked out hours earlier, and was now just arriving at the airport, a little after 7 o'clock that Saturday morning, in Buenos Aires, her heart was racing and her thoughts left her in a panicked state nearing homicidal rage.
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