:I quickly grab her and pull her against my body, she begins to struggle and screeches out of nervousness. I whisper in her ear “don’t fucking mak... a sound or I will fucking kill you. Do you understand?” She nods her head, I feel a stream of tears flow onto my hands.Female P.O.V.:I begin to sob profusely, terrified. He tells me not to make a sound or he’ll kill me, I try to be as quiet as possible. He moves us to my living room, I’m completely astonished by how he knows where everything is in. You don’t seem to be the type of woman I’d see in a bar, but then again, I don’t hang out in bars looking to meet women. To be honest, I wasn’t looking to meet anyone, but you captured my attention.” “Thank you, but you left me at quite a disadvantage,” I said. “I have no idea what you look like. I have no idea what your game is. I don’t even know why I called you.” “Yet you did call me,” he said. He had a point, and I was playing into his hand. Willingly. “I’ll tell you what,” he said to break. With all luggage and personal effects in tow, we were off to the airport and I hadn't thought anymore about what to do to her since yesterday when she laid this brick on me. I guess it's a good thing. Maybe I can allow my brain to take a little Vaca too. I do know this, my wife has transformed from housewife to celebrity with the apparel she's now wearing and has also packed for the trip. It's gonna be hard to keep my thoughts at Bay knowing what I saw in her suitcase. After an hour and a half. His cock is throbbing and straining against his jeans."Come on loser, take them off."Nathalie still hesitates. She is from a wealthy family, and has always been a success in life - achieving great grades, being the college debate champion, leading the swim team and playing a mean game of tennis (the main reasons for her great body). She has a clique of friends made up from the wealthy and popular end of town. She isn't used to losing."I know you've been cheating," she says, her voice wavering.