Chapter 5: Epilogue
The camp was cleaned and the meals prepared by the time my wife woke up later in the afternoon. We exchanged a few awkward pleasantries before the arguments started. I accused her of cheating, of loving another man and wanting to have sex with him; she was angry at me for making assumptions about who she loved and what she wanted, and for not trying harder to stop her having sex with James. She also pointed out that I seemed to have wanted it, and had enjoyed it to boot - which was true to some extent.
In the end, I conceded to her as usual. We even joked a little about how adventurous our sex life would become, but when I tried to initiate more sex that night, she pleaded me off, as she was too sore and tired. This was certainly not unexpected given acrobatics and contortions that my wife’s body was subjected to as she took in her lover’s dick again and again the previous night; but I was certainly a little disappointed that I would not be afforded the opportunity to do the same.
Returning home, our sex life flourished; Dani was particularly insatiable during her third trimester when her belly swelled with child, repeatedly asking me to eat her pussy and then to take her from behind as she lay prone in bed with her ass in the air.
Nine months after our island getaway, Dani gave birth to a beautiful little girl with pretty blue eyes; even though I knew she wasn’t mine, she was insanely adorable and I could not resist loving her. James’ lawyers showed up not long after, and after confirming that James was indeed the father from DNA testing, informed us that our daughter was to receive massive trust fund and inheritance. Turns out that James did not lie about his illness; he had passed away a few months prior to being able to witness the birth of his daughter. And as the sole owner of a conglomerate business empire and the largest landholder in the country, his daughter was never have to worry about her livelihood.
Naturally, Dani was distraught over Jame’s passing, but her daughter gradually brought joy back into her life. And though I avoid talking about our island escapade for fear of making Dani sad, every time I look at our daughter’s piercing blue eyes, I am unwittingly reminded of the island and that night of unrestrained passion.