This day was Wednesday, the fourth day of our holiday. I was not privy to all the conversations between Paul and Jenny, which I gather got pretty heated. Please understand that the whole Interloper story is from my perspective, experiences or conversations and so "The Fallout." might not flow as well as the rest. I woke to find Jenny sitting on the balcony. I joined her but it was obvious that I was intruding. I turned to go back inside. "You slept well!" she called after me sarcastically. It was obvious she wanted a fight. I suppose I should be grateful I didn't wake up to a John Bobbitt. "Jen! I'd been drinking as we all had. He got me drunk, like he got you drunk. He pretended to be me!" "But he wasn't you." "No he wasn't me. You once told me you could tell if it was me or not" "When he was in me he felt like you when you're really turned on", "What does that mean?" "It means you're not the same size all the time. When you're really turned on you're really big, very thick and hard. Other times you’re less big, less thick because it's not so hard." "That's why you enjoyed it so much?" "I was enjoying you so much, not him. This holiday you've been really horny. " "Glad you're enjoying me, NOT." I said sarcastically. She shot me a look of realisation, "How many times has he had me?" "I don't know. You should know better than I. You've not enjoyed me at all this holiday". "So Sunday wasn't you either?" "No, Sunday wasn't me either!" "I hate him! I didn't like him before but I hate him now!" "I don't. I only found out about Sunday because you were wet and pushed me away. Last night it was great to hear you orgasm like you used to. The memory makes me want you now." "Fat chance of that!" she snapped. The conversation continued for quite a while before I was able to get Jen to accept we had to find a way of dealing with this without destroying the rest of our lives let alone the rest of our holiday. Eventually, I went down to breakfast alone as Jenny had refused; preferring to sit and brood in her favourite, white, fluffy dressing gown that she says feels like a hug. Thankfully, Paul and Debbie were nowhere to be seen. After breakfast I reluctantly went back to our room. If Jen was in the mood for "licking her wounds" the least I could do was support her. We sat in silence on the balcony. Any offers of breakfast or drinks were met with stony silence. Around 10am there was a knock at the door. I opened the door to find Paul looking very sheepish and understandably concerned. "I'm really, really sorry about last night Steve" "But not Sunday night eh, Paul?!" "Ah, you know about that?" "If you had used a condom I wouldn't have; but yes, we know about Sunday night too!" "Can I come in and try and explain?" "Fuck off, Paul!" Jen called from the balcony where she sat brooding. "Jen! I'm so sorry! I need to clear this up! We can't go on avoiding each other for the rest of the holiday. Please Jen! Let me try and clear up this mess. We've been friends for so long!" "Let the shit in. I need to hear how he's gonna explain duping me!" Jen replied. I stepped back to allow Paul in. As Paul walked past me on his way to the balcony he stopped and apologised to me again. I told him it was Jenny he had wronged more than me. When I asked why he and Debbie had not been at breakfast he told that to avoid an embarrassing scene he and Debbie had eaten out. He had told Debbie that he'd upset us while drunk and wanted to try and fix it. Debbie agreed to go sunbathing while he spoke with us. Paul took the patio chair opposite Jen while I sat on the side of the lounger. With only a little table between them, Jen was well within striking distance. Instead, she just stared through the balcony glass onto the bustling street fifty feet below watching people going about their business as she had done since first thing this morning. "Go on!" she hissed without looking up, "I'm all ears!" "What can I say? I'm really very sorry!" "You can tell why you thought you could dupe me!" "I didn't dupe you Jenny, I took liberties" "Taking liberties is pinching my biscuits not helping yourself to my fanny!" "Can I talk to you privately?" "Steve! Go and keep Debbie company!" she ordered. I wanted to stay and hear what he had to say. "Are you sure?" "Yes! I'll be fine! Go please!" she commanded I found Debbie on the beach in our favourite spot. She really did look worse for the wear after being so drunk yesterday. I was pleased to find she had reserved four loungers. She looked up as I approached, "Just you?" Yes, Paul and Jen are clearing the air" "Surely it's not that serious?" "It might take some humble pie from Paul but I am hopeful". I was grateful that she wasn't pressing me further. I took the lounger next to Debbie. "I'm glad you've come alone. You realise that yesterday was a mistake don’t you? It can't happen again. Paul must never find out ok?" "Yesterday was a surprise to me, but it was a nice surprise I'd like to repeat and more than once." Debbie stared at me in disbelief. "That's not possible Steve! What about Jenny? What about Paul?" "Get your tits out and I'll let you off the hook" I teased, grinning. "Oh! Ok!” She said slowly as she removed her bikini top. "Paul must never find out, Steve. I really enjoyed yesterday but never expected you would want an affair." "Why wouldn't I want more of you? What I don't understand is why it seemed so natural for you yesterday? You didn't act like it was the first time?" "You are the first since Paul but, Paul and I have this regular fantasy that you are my lover. I enjoyed making the fantasy real and yes, it did feel natural" she whispered. "Me?! No wonder he didn't seem to have any fantasies." "Do you have fantasies too? Do tell!" she turned to face me very interested. "I think it's a male fantasy to watch a wife with another man." "I'd kill him if he had sex with Jen." I changed the subject as subtly as I could. I lay there watching her as we talked. I was taking in the sight of her small pert tits. Her nipples, much smaller in their flaccid state, were like small monuments on dark brown islands the size of £2 coins. My eyes wandered down to her bikini brief barely covering the burnt orange bush that would have contrasted with and complimented the olive green of her bikini. I found myself searching in vain for a few wisps of orange pubic hair that might have escaped its confines. My gaze wondered back to her face and her dark brown eyebrows and blonde dyed hair. I found myself resisting the urge to ask about her eyebrows. I packed the question away in a file in my head marked 'ask another day'. Debbie is an articulate, intelligent and educated woman and thus I found engaging her in conversation enjoyable. She seemed to enjoy my responses which made the chat flow with ease from one subject into another. As Paul came over to us I looked at my watch thinking that Jen must have dismissed him quickly only to find they had been talking for more than an half an hour. "Jen wants to see you now Steve." Paul instructed. I got up from the lounger, placed my towel on the one next to it and strolled off up the beach toward the hotel. I found myself feeling like I'd been summoned to the headmistress' office. No matter what I did I could not shake that thought as I pushed the card into the room door slot and opened the door. Jen was still sitting on the balcony where I'd left her. I sat where Paul had been sitting when I left earlier. From my vantage point and would have been Paul's, most of Jen's right breast could be seen through a gap in the gown. "Not got dressed yet then?" I asked accusingly. "Don't get any ideas. Nothing happened." she informed. There were two cups on the table which told me the hostilities were over at least for Paul. "I don't hate Paul anymore and nor am I angry with him anymore. If I didn't love you I would hate and be angry with you instead. " I was stunned, "Why?!" "You told him every detail of YOUR fantasy that I went along with. That gave him all the information he needed to shag me. Not once but twice." "I didn't think, when I told him, he would take it as an invitation! So what happens now?" "I don't know. I haven't decided yet. I do know that I won't be telling Debbie. Can I have Paul's number?" "Yes! Sure! Can I ask why?" "When I've decided I will send one of you a text. If I send you a text we'll have nothing more to do with them from today." "And if you send it to him do I get frozen out?" "No! Of course not! I haven't decided what you deserve but if I decide you're responsible we'll carry on with them as if nothing happened." I collected her phone from the bedroom and put Paul’s number in. "Are you coming down to the beach now?" "No, but you go back and let me decide what I'm doing." As I went to return to the beach she called after me, "By the way, Paul said some really nice things." "That's good! See you soon perhaps." Paul asked me how Jen was when I got to the beach. I knew he was really asking what the decision was so all I could answer was that she was pretty much the same. Debbie was asleep when Paul's phone vibrated against his lounger. I pretended not to notice when he got up to leave. I was relieved that Jen had decided to pretend nothing had happened. A little over an hour later, Paul returned alone. Debbie turned to ask him where he'd been. Paul informed us he'd been looking around the Marina. He came over to me and asked if I minded if they had an early night. I asked if everything was ok. "Fine!" he said heartily. I gathered mine and Jenny's towels from the loungers and strolled back to the hotel with Paul and Debbie. I entered our room to find Jen in the shower. The first thing I noticed was that the twin beds had been pushed together again; a good sign that hostilities had ceased between me and Jen. I sat on Jen's half of the bed and jumped up immediately, "The bed's wet?!" I called in surprise. "Is it? I must have spilled my drink! Jen called back. I touched the "drink spill" and found it smelled strongly of spunk. "You need to be more careful you seem to have spilled quite a lot of it. She came out of the shower, hair wrapped in one towel and her wrapped in another. "I've decided to punish you by allowing Paul to have me whenever he wants for the rest of this holiday." "Do I get a say?" "No you don't!" "Why?" "This is going to be another fantasy you wanted that you've lost control of." "Is this drink stain part of that?" "Yes! I might tell you about that one day but not now. Ok?" "Ok. I suppose I deserve that. Will I be included at all?" "It’s the least you deserve Steve! Your indiscretion led to me being duped by your friend. No! You won’t be included. That's your punishment."