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After that conversation, she let us go. It wasn't until later that I was able to confirm what I thought I was hearing in the hospital and asked Vessa (while she was doing nothing other than running on the treadmill) about what all that meant.
“So how big are you going to get?”
“Well,” I was impressed that she could speak without having to do so between breaths, “I honestly have no idea. If I knew that it was going to be triplets, I probably would have waited until I had a pregnancy with just one baby.”
“So you want to have more babies when this pregnancy's over?”
She stopped the treadmill and walked over to me getting me wet with her perspiration. She said looking up into my eyes, “Honey, I don't know when I'm going to stop being pregnant. Especially after having so much fun with this pregnancy. I know you wanted a few kids but I'm afraid you're getting more than you bargained for because you're getting lots and lots of them instead. In fact, I promise that you're never going to even see another condom again for the rest of your life...”
I know that sometimes women get a bit baby-crazy but I never even thought that it could happen to a someone that was already pregnant, especially when it wasn't one or two but three taking up rent inside her.
At least I got to enjoy another thirty weeks of my growing wife before she started popping out babies left and right...
You know, I think I could get use to the idea of having a lot of kids. I mean who knows, right?
All I knew was one thing: it was already the best vacation of my life. And it was hardly over yet.
With that strange fiasco behind us, Vessa and I decided to relax for the rest of our vacation. The good news was we still had about a week left before I had to switch gears and get back to my work and Vessa had to begin compiling her study.
I knew we couldn't leave until we visited a famous Rio beach so I woke up early the next day and made Vessa some breakfast in bed.
Our hotel's small kitchen let us cook a modest breakfast and I made her lots of eggs and bacon. She loved it when I made her breakfast smileys so that's exactly what I did: I gave her ten breakfast smileys one right after the other. I had some myself but had to wait for her to finish her ten eggs and five strips of bacon before we planned the day.
She wanted to visit the 'most fun beach in Rio' and I made it my job to research exactly what that was while she took a long shower. So I went down to the reception area where I asked two of the cutest reception girls I have ever seen where such a beach was and they danced around the answer until I was forced to drop a few hints and flash my wedding band. They pouted but I think we all had a bit of fun. With that out of the way I arranged a few more things like a rental car and some more sunscreen and body oil, the most important two things for the day, which we were definitely going to need.
After that I took a shower while Vessa relaxed in bed after having such a big breakfast.
Then of course, she made me go shopping with her.
She was wearing one of my biggest t-shirts because everything else she had was pretty dirty and her booty shorts. My shirt fit so oddly on her because it was so long and baggy everywhere but her belly and tits. I think she had a bigger chest than me by this point. I was going to have to take a measurement of her later.
There were tons of shops by the beach that she liked but just like she always does, she chose the one that she considered the most chic.
It was relatively empty and I suppose that was because they catered to each customer individually due to their high price point. When we entered, two young and gorgeous girls popped out of a back room and greeted us with disarming smiles. I'm sure it's no accident that all the tourist traps are populated by young, beautiful girls but that's all part of the fun.
Of course while they were disarming me, my wife was disarming them with her midsection. I wondered if they had ever seen a pregnant girl walk into their store and I bet they were at that moment asking themselves the same question.
They were very friendly however and seemed to love Vessa's company. Vessa almost always blends in with anyone around her which is one of her countless gifts and I think her pregnancy has made her even more charismatic.
The two shop girls fawned over her and asked her all sorts of questions pertaining to her due date and they screamed after hearing that she had triplets packed inside her. After that it was all giggles. They took her measurements and were not shy about stripping her down to nothing to do so.
I think she must have tried on twenty suits. They probably just wanted to see what she looked like with them on. I was amused to see that after trying on the first suit that covered her belly, they told her to take it off before she had a chance to tell them she didn't like it. From there on out it was all bikinis. It was everything I could have wanted.
They put everything on her from swimmer gear to sexy beach wear to tiny strap nipple covers and thongs. These last ones drew the most giggles and over-the-shoulder glances at me. All I did was smile back my best charming grin (a very charming grin if I do say so myself) and wave.
When they were done having their fun, Vessa and the two girls came back out after having picked out five suits as well as a few other beach-related items.
After she paid for them they whispered to her something about being somewhere at nine p.m. which I was unable to catch. When I asked her about it she just laughed and told me not to worry about it until later. I did my best to forget about the surprise and we went off to the beach that was recommended to me.
It was packed. I saw skin everywhere. Luckily the beach stretched for miles and we were able to luck out and find a really nice spot as another couple was leaving right next to the water. We walked up and I staked out our land claim with my huge beach blanket and umbrella and stripped off everything but my suit. I flopped onto my back and held up the sunscreen with a grin saying, “Sunscreen me please!”
She smiled, and tugged on my hand until I sat myself up and said, “Not yet, Darling. First you need to see what I bought for you.”
I had almost forgotten that she was still wearing my t-shirt. She ran through the sand quickly and disappeared into the ladies' changing room. In her wake, I saw her turn a few heads and even saw two men who couldn't have known each other nod at each other with wolfish grins. The didn't even bother to look my way but that didn't bother me because she quickly emerged from the changing room.
I can only use two words to describe her appearance: perky and ripe. The first thing I noticed is that she had on a very sheer linen top but that was about all she seemed to have on. It hung off her body about as much as anything could these days and it ended just below her bikini bottom which I had to assume was there because I couldn't see it.
As she skipped over to me, something I never grew tired of seeing her do (and was amazed that she could still do it) I could make out just the faintest outline of her bathing suit. It was red and made mostly of nothing. It covered her cheeks and was strapped over her shoulders but I could still see her pussy lips through the bottom and enough cleavage to know that she could hold a beer bottle between her tits.
When she was standing over me on the towel she said, “Do you like it?”
I didn't say anything and just took her hand to pull her to me so I could wrap my arms around her. As I held her tight and kissed her, I removed her linen shirt as sneakily as I could and took it over her head then I sat back and got a good look.
She pretended to play modest and covered her body as much as she could with her arms which was truly impossible. She looked amazing. The bikini bottom was slung low on her hips well below her belly and ended just above where her cheeks ended. The top encircled her pert but abundant chest with a simple band of fabric supported by two thin straps over her shoulders. Just above her butt was an adorable black bow and was matched with a white bow where her top clasped together. If I had to guess, I would have to assume this was a suit that one of the two shop girls actually owned. I could see why: it belonged on a model's figure.
I put her shirt to the side and pulled her so she came closer to me. I moved her arms so they weren't hiding her body and drank her in. I enjoyed looking at her smooth, flawless skin stretched tight over the big ball that was her belly. As usual, she didn't go to any lengths to hide it from view or diminish its size which was substantial to say the least.
After a brief make-out session on the beach, I had her lie on her side so I could put sunscreen on her back. When I was done there, she rubbed me down and then I let her back on my chest so I could put sunscreen on her front. It was so soothing for her that she actually fell asleep on me for at least an hour. There was no way I was going to wake her but it wasn't easy to stay like that for so long. The shade from the umbrella was nice however and I enjoyed the feeling of her body against mine.
When Vessa woke up, she was full of energy and was starving. As much as we didn't want to give u our spot on the beach, we did in favor of finding some food for her to eat.
There were lots of restaurants on the beachfront to choose from and she picked one that had lots of seafood, one of her more normal cravings of late.
We both ordered the smoke salmon but she ordered two servings and added pasta sauce with diced oranges to hers. Even for her that was strange but she swore it was the best meal she'd had in days. After I gave her my leftovers to eat, we left and went to another restaurant on the beach to sip cold drinks in the sun and watch the beach-goers on the hot sand.
Here we both ordered simple smoothies without alcohol and sipped away to whittle away some time. My strawberry smoothie was amazing and I gave some to her to try to convince Vessa to get one rather than the cucumber-cantaloupe smoothy she claimed was good for her pregnancy. It was so good apparently that she had three of them.
We were both sitting on stools at a bar and I had to help her get up on hers. With her cute little feet dangling in the air and her belly taking up most of her lap, she was a sight to see. She was all pale (but turning more golden with every sun ray) skin. Her belly hid her bikini bottom from the front of which there was little material to begin with.
As I waited for her to finish her third smoothie, I went to the restroom and left our beach stuff with her. I also needed to make a few calls.
About ten minutes later, I returned and saw her still sitting at the bar but this time there were three well-toned men crowded around her. She was giving them polite smiles and pulled her sunglasses over her eyes. I began walking faster over to her when she tried giving them the cold shoulder by fixing her hair.
That's when one of them took the liberty of rubbing his hand over her belly. That's when I sprinted.
She slapped his hand and shook her head, flashing the wedding band I put on her finger and tried to get down off the stool but she was stuck. Not only that, the one who touched her belly actually was keeping her on her seat and wouldn't let her down by holding her hips.
I could see her yell something, probably 'Stop!' but I was still too far away to be able to hear it. At least it drew the attention of dozens of people around her.
The man's two friends tried to play her yell off like they were all good friends to the people around but I could see my wife looking desperately around for me so I tried to go faster. The sand was awful for running on and I couldn't run any faster than I already was with my legs pumping as quick as they could over the fine beach grains.
Then the man leaned in and whispered something into her ear making her slap him. Then I got to them.
Vessa pointed at me but before they could turn, I pulled the man's neck to take him off balance and rammed my fist into his diaphragm hard enough to make him collapse to the ground. One of his friends attacked me but I simply took it as I towered over him and the blow was pathetic. I probably weighed half again more than either one of them. In fact, Vessa was far taller than each of them by several centimeters and probably would have been fine had she not had a big belly to worry about. Luckily I got there in time and I only had to slam the heel of my fist onto the man's nose to hear an audible break and their last friend put up his hands and took his friends away.
The scene was awkward partly because they were hitting on a heavily pregnant wife and partly because I seemed to come out of nowhere and end their assault so abruptly. I saw a lot of heads turned our way and I expected a few nods of approval or at least a murmur of agreement but all I got was a single guy clapping. Even he quickly realized his applause was out-of-place and stopped after a questioning head or two turned in his direction.
Why does this place hate tourists so much? I thought to myself. Can't I get a break? I mean, I was on vacation.
There was nothing I could do but get out of there so I picked my wife up off the stool and set her on the ground. I took out her linen shirt and helped her on with it and said, “Geez, what's with this place?”
She just shrugged while doing her best to hide herself from view with my body so I tucked her towel around her chest and we got out of there. I threw some money begrudgingly onto the counter annoyed that they didn't do anything to help her out.
With the mood ruined, Vessa and I decided to go to another beach. The one we were at was massive so I'm sure we could have just gone to the other end of it and nobody there would have known what happened but she wanted to see other beaches anyway.
We went down the coast a few kilometers and found a less crowded area where we were going to go swimming.
I opened her car door for her and helped her out. Then she said, “I think this suit is going to fall off if I swim in it. Could you take me to the changing room again please?”
“I want you to be close by me okay? Can you stay with me from now on?”
“Of course Honey, I promise you won't be more than three inches from me the rest of the day.”
“Well you can't come into the ladies' room, silly!” she said. She booped my nose with her finger.
I rolled my eyes and was just glad that she was cheerful and no longer spooked.
She went in to change and I tapped her bouncing butt as she walked away from me.
When she came out, she was wearing a more modest bikini more conducive to swimming. The top was blue with a red fish right over her breasts and it was designed to keep her breasts contained and supported. Her bikini bottom was a simple black and it covered her bum but was still more than flattering to her shape.
“Let's go!” she said and bounded down the beach.
I hardly had time to find a good spot for our stuff but tossed it to a secluded spot and dove in after her. We played around a bunch and swam as far as the guards would allow us but we still didn't feel alone enough to fool around like we wanted to. There were lots of kids around.
That's okay. Vessa had bought some swimming resistance gear to work out a bit in the water and she worked off some energy while I tried to keep up.
She taught me a few techniques and smoothed out my form which actually made a somewhat faster. Even with what happened earlier, it was a good day.
After that, we packed up and had a quiet dinner of room service at our hotel while we watched a movie cuddled up in bed together.
It was only around seven when Vessa's cell phone rang. She answered it and giggled a bit before putting it down looking at me with excitement. She pulled me off the bed and told me we needed to go somewhere.
Bewildered, I followed her out after she took some of her things and I put on my own breezy linen shirt and some maroon shorts.
I drove her a little ways with her using her phone as a GPS until we stopped at an apartment located in an upscale part of town. We parked and knocked on the door.
It opened and I suddenly I heard three girls squealing.
The next thing I knew, I was pulled into the apartment where we met the two shop girls from earlier. The two Brazilian beauties brought us to one of their bedrooms.
I was all smiles by now and had not a care in the world so of course what was I to do but begin unbuttoning my shirt and kick off my sandals. Apparently this country was full of angry men because the women only fucked tourists.
The three of them stopped to watch me. I was completely oblivious to their stares while I was looking down taking off my clothes until I heard the three of them die in laughter.
One of the girls hugged me and said, “You're so adorable!”
The other one stopped me from undressing, buttoned me back up and said, “Make yourself at home. We're going to get your wife ready.”
A younger me would have been embarrassed but I laughed it off with them after realizing they didn't want to have a foursome though I was extremely disappointed.
Then they disappeared into the bathroom for an hour.
I heard them each shower and then I heard enough giggles to power a small country for a week.
I was laying back on the bed lamenting the fact that I hadn't brought a book with me to read when they came out of the bathroom.
The two girls were all made up and wearing some sexy party dresses and my wife came out wearing the sexiest bikini I'd ever seen.
It was pink with black trim and covered her pussy, and nipples but nothing else. The top wrapped around her back with thin white strips of cloth. The small bit of cloth covering her lower lips was secured by only a single strip that probably considered itself the luckiest piece of cloth as it disappeared inside her ass crack.
The rest of her body was dripping with body oil and shined magnificently. One of the girls handed me an unopened bottle of body lotion and said in English, “You're in charge of keeping her wet!” Then she wiped some excess oil off her hands onto her own legs.
Then they took the rest of Vessa's stuff and left the apartment with me trailing in their wake, confused about what was going on.
They us drove several kilometers to the outskirts of town. It was night already and when we stopped we saw an open restaurant flooded with warm, hanging beach lights and lots of people milling about. I noticed that most of them were wearing skimpy or tight clothing to show of their hard bodies but a few of them were completely naked. I doubt a single person was over the age of 35.
They brought us to a nude beach.
I helped my wife out of the car and she needed me to readjust her bikini. Then we got inside.
It was packed with people. I saw even more skin and bikinis and pregnant bellies everywhere.
I looked around a bit more and sure enough. There was gorgeous, nubile women all over the place sporting and thrusting out their swollen wombs as far as the eye could see.
Vessa handed me her things and took out the oil as well as a pair of black fuck-me high heels. She gave me the oil and turned around so I could rub her down while she strapped on the shoes.
Apparently she was going to compete in a pregnant bikini contest...
Well I gave her some extra oil and she signed up for the contest. I couldn't believe how many people were there and especially how many pregnant girls were there. I could tell I was going to enjoy this.
After she was all signed up, they handed her a t-shirt to put on which was a bit tight around her torso despite its intended purpose. It had the name of the nudist beach we were on as well as a couple sponsors. Then she went backstage where the rest of the pregnant girls were going.
I couldn't follow them so I decided to take a seat as close as I could to the front but had to settle for a spot a row back.
Then the shop girls gave Vessa a wave and a kiss on the cheek each for good luck and came to sit next to me with giggles aplenty.
The show started and they brought out each girl for a brief introduction. Unfortunately I couldn't speak Spanish so sometimes one of the girls would translate for me, especially when something amusing was said.
There was a huge variety of girls. Some were tanned some were pale and others were dark. A few looked like they had just heard they were pregnant three weeks prior and some looked ready to go into labor.
One of the girls, a gorgeous black woman with long flowing hair and large eyes seemed too shy to take off her shirt in front of the huge crowd of people. After a few seconds of the crowd cheering her on and her covering her mouth with her hands, a sexy girl hopped up on stage wearing a tight dress and began shimmying out of it to some raucous chants. She had nothing on underneath. This gave the girl the courage she needed and off came her top. She had nothing to fear, she had a wonderful shape and some lovely tits.
The next girl up was Brazilian to the nines and had a skimpy bikini on underneath. It was covered in shiny green sequins and she gave us a sexy belly dance and a giggle of her luscious tush.
After each one of them was through, they all lined up against the back of the stage while waiting for the rest of them to go.
A few more girls came up and then a drop-dead-gorgeous South Korean girl walked on stage. She had silky black hair in a bun and a tight little body with a huge belly. It looked as big as her. She had a sweet heart-shaped face and a lovely mouth. I could tell she was going to be my wife's main competition when they announced that she was carrying twins and wasn't due for a month. The crowd hollered and cheered as she went back to the rest of the girls on stage.
A few more appeared like a sexy Brazilian bombshell with a large belly but almost nothing else on her and another sporting a fuzzy bikini.
I was waiting and waiting for my wife to appear and was worried that she got too nervous and decided not to compete. That was when I saw her stroll across the stage. She took deliberate steps to make her body bounce and I heard the crowd go into a frenzy. They could tell how well-endowed she was even with her t-shirt still on. When they asked her to take it off, she teased everyone and shook her head. When they heard her speak English they started teasing her back until she put her hand to her ear for more applause and told them to get louder with her hands. That's when she ripped the shirt off right down the middle showing her bulging curves to everyone. She was still slick with oil and she whispered to the announcer something. The announcer's eyes went wide and she yelled something in Spanish, probably, “Triplets!” because she then put her hand to Vessa's belly and kissed it. The crowd went crazy and she wiggled her fit ass back to a couple judging glares along the line of women.
Vessa was the last woman so they then took all the girls off the stage and started bringing each one out all over again but this time each girl was handed a hula-hoop and told to keep it going as long as they can.
It turns out keeping one going while pregnant is particularly difficult. Most women could only control it for about ten seconds before letting it fall to the ground. The only rule was that they couldn't use their arms to control it so most tried to keep it going with their chests. One particular girl seemed to have practiced beforehand, a spicy brunette with a modest figure and belly, and she kept it going for two minutes before it fell to the ground. When she was done, she gave a quirky smile and a wave before hopping off the stage. She got the most applause in out of anyone.
When Vessa's turn was up, she looked like she didn't know what to do. After a couple seconds, she figured out how to keep the hoop circling by keeping it between her breasts and belly which acted as a sort of shelf. Soon enough however, it went right over her belly but she caught it magically with her hips. When she did that, one of the girls put her lips to her mouth and gave a piercing whistle for encouragement. The three of us were clapping trying to make the most noise out of all the contestants. Vessa had the hoop in control for about twenty seconds this way but had to use her butt to keep it going. Because her butt was round enough it acted as a sort of shelf keeping it from falling down. The vigorous movement took coordination however and she lost her timing which caused it to fall down. Fifty-eight seconds was her score and that put her in the top ten for the hula-hoop contest.
When she was done, she smiled and laughed at us with a shrug and left the stage giving the crowd a cute little finger wave.
Next was the watermelon contest. They took watermelons cut in half and set them evenly along a long, U-shaped table on the stage. Then they brought all the girls up to some watermelon and told them the first one to finish wins the contest. They all had on cheaper, more modest bikinis for this contest since they were going to be dripping with juice.
Then they were off.
Only a few of the girls took the challenge seriously and they started chowing down as fast as any contest eater generally would and others looked around and didn't look interested in making fools of themselves.
Vessa didn't fit either one of these categories. Before the contest started, she was already eyeing the watermelon like a vampire awaiting a sleeping prey. When the race began, she picked it up no faster or slower than any other girl. She simply started eating it like a regular meal seemingly oblivious to everyone around her. She must have been hungry.
Vessa was flanked by two girls. One was a thin girl with a belly only a few months gone and the other was the South Korean girl who was growing twins. The South Korean had water all over her body giving her a glistening sheen from all the lights burning down onto the stage. No doubt she was eating to try to compete with Vessa. The other girl was looking past Vessa at the South Korean girl eating voraciously and at one point simply gave up after she just couldn't eat any more.
After she gave up several others gave up. The pretty black girl gave up, then the gregarious Brazilian girl and then a couple more.
The girls who were racing had slowed way down and I could tell they were getting full. Most of them had only a little bit to go but they looked miserable trying to finish their piece.
Finally there were three women left. The fiery South Korean, Vessa and another Brazilian girl behind them. Soon enough, the Brazilian girl looked at the two of them eating away and she suddenly stopped, sitting down in the fold-up chair behind her. She put a hand to her belly and started rubbing it around her skin slick with juice.
The South Korean girl ate and ate and ate. She didn't stop for breath. But Vessa did. Vessa was still munching away, sometimes rolling her eyes with contentment, still oblivious to the world around her.
Then the South Korean girl stopped to burp. Then again. And then you could tell she didn't want any more. She ate as quick as she could but looked right up at Vessa eating her watermelon as steady as a train and knew she wasn't going to stop. She knew she couldn't eat anymore. With jealousy in her eyes, she set her rind down, still with lots of pink inside and gave up. Then I noticed that every watermelon had pink inside it. None of the girls had fully finished and entire half of a watermelon.
Vessa was the only one left going but she some watermelon to go before she beat the girl who ate the most of hers. She didn't know this, of course, and probably didn't care because all she wanted was her food.
Eventually, with the crowd chanting her name she finished her piece. By the time she was done, the thin girl to her side was rubbing Vessa's belly for her with a grin to help her settle and fit more in there.
Then she finished.
Vessa looked up after putting her green rind on the table and smiled at me with a pair of lovely wet lips.
Then she leaned down to the thin girl and asked her a question. She didn't speak English so they had the announcer walk over and translate. The thin girl laughed and handed her watermelon leftovers to Vessa. Vessa gave a few excited claps and started munching away again, happy to be eating once more.
The announcer laughed and said something in Spanish as the crowd roared in applause. Some of the pregnant girls laughed and some shook their heads.
After they raised Vessa's non-eating hand in the air to announce her as this contest's winner, everyone cleared the stage to allow the crew to clean for the final competition.
There was a break which would allow the pregnant girls some time to get ready and I met Vessa with the shop girls after a few minutes.
“So what's next?” I asked.
“I think,” she said between bites of watermelon, “a costume contest.”
“Oh? What did you bring?”
“You'll have to wait like everyone else!” said one of the girls.
I smiled and didn't argue.
“Could you do me a favor Baby?” asked Vessa.
“Sure Babe. What is it?”
“Can you rub me down again? It's for the contest and I'm still hungry.”
I laughed and nodded, taking out the bottle.
“Oh, oh! Wait. Could you actually go grab me a bit more watermelon? I don't think this piece is going to be enough.”
“Sure thing,” I think they should have just given her a whole melon...
When I was done doing my duties, Vessa (still munching away) and the two girls disappeared backstage so she could change. I took my seat again and waited.
Eventually, with the stage cleared and everyone ready again the announcer came back onstage and announced that the next portion was entirely up to the girls and had no restrictions for the costume. Then they brought out each one.
Some were creative, some were sexy, and some were just plain boring. Like one that came out wearing a one-piece bee costume. She was cute but the crowd wasn't too enthusiastic about her choice.
One girl was Mrs. Claus. Another was a sexy pirate. And of course there was a sexy maid. The outgoing Brazilian girl wore a flamboyant outfit that would have fit right in in a Brazilian parade and no doubt that was why she had it.
She had the best costume until the South Korean girl came out dressed like she was in a K-pop group. She gave us a couple standard moves which drove the crowd wild and a wink when she was done along with a pat on the belly. Whenever she bent down showing us her shapely legs, her twin-filled belly was on full display going through her legs.
When she was done, she pranced off the stage to cheers and hoots.
Then Vessa showed up.
Vessa wasn't really wearing a costume. In fact, she wasn't wearing much of anything. Her body was covered in oil from head to toe. The respectable tan she'd gained over the past few days wasn't perfectly even but made her a radiant color and the oil made me want to lick her entire body from head to toe. The only thing she had on was a fine body stocking. The material stretched and pulled over her form like some sort of contour map. Her nipples were covered with skin-tone dots and her pussy and asshole had a strapless skin-tone thong covering them. She was wearing her black heels and when she walked out with more confidence than most runway models, the entire crowd was silent. Her tits and long, flowing blonde hair bounced, her ass wiggled and her muscles shined in the light. When she reached the end of the stage, she pointed at her belly and giggled, bending slightly over to look at it in her best impression of Marilyn Monroe. Those of us that were closest to the stage could see why she pointed, the babies were moving. A lot.
She rubbed her belly a bit then patted it and blew a kiss to me. Then she turned around and gave us a walk with as much sexy attitude as she could muster.
It was too much. As she was leaving, the crowd screamed and I could tell they were asking for her to come back. A few men and one woman begged desperately over the roar of the crowd for her to reappear but when she heard them, she was at the stage curtain and she wiggled her finger from side to side and mouthed a kiss at them. She gave us one last wink and disappeared from stage.
After that, they had the pregnant women change back into their normal bikinis for the final judging. Each girl sauntered out as seductively as they could and came to a stop posing for effect.
But not Vessa. She walked out absentmindedly in her skimpy bikini chowing down on some more watermelon. When a couple men in the back gave a high-pitched whistle to her, she looked up, smiled and waved with a big mouth full of juicy fruit.
Each girl was brought forward and given a numerical score based on the previous events. Most didn't take it too seriously but a few did. One girl, the sexy native Brazilian even stripped down when it was her turn to try to be judged. They gave her a few points for style (or lackthereof) and she made it the thing to do. Each time a girl really wanted it, she either had to put up or shut up and strip down to nothing. Of course this made the event much more exciting.
Two girls were chosen so far (both nude): the Brazilian and the South Korean. As they got to the end of the line, everyone knew who they were going to choose next.
They got to Vessa but she refused to strip down. She shook her head with some embarrassment and the female announcer tried to get her to strip off her clothes by appealing to the crowd. After two tries however, she gave it a rest and asked if they still wanted her even with her bikini on. Everyone screamed 'Yes!” in Spanish and up she stepped.
With the three girls on stage, they raised each girl's arm for cheers and then handed out the prizes.
Third place went to the South Korean girl who quickly put her bikini on and tried to look as respectful as she could. Next was the Brazilian and with first place was, of course, my wife, Vessa.
They put a tiara on top of her head and the announcer girl wiped away the watermelon juice on her belly before putting on her sash. This made Vessa chuckle, her belly bouncing with the laughter then on the inside with the babies.
There were also some prizes. The first prize was a two-year supply of diapers which they promised to double for the South Korean's twin babies. The next was a beautiful oak crib for the Brazilian woman.
Vessa's prize was a paid trip for two to a romantic destination of her choice. And a box of condoms.
She was so excited that she began hopping up and down as much as she could. When she settled down, she took the box of condoms, opened it and ripped off each one, throwing it into the crowd. Everyone laughed and the announcer asked her to bring the lucky man on stage. She waved over to me and I got up right next to her, towering over everyone else. I smiled and they handed me a bit more watermelon to feed to Vessa which I did to great cheers and applause.
After that, the crazy night was over and we were driven back to our hotel by the two lovely shop girls so we could relax the rest of the night.
The second week of our vacation was uneventful compared to the first week. I refused to take Vessa on anything even remotely dangerous and I guarded her like a hawk after the problem at the beach. But those things passed from our minds. We toured the city and spent a few more days on the beach. There were even some people who came up to say hi to Vessa after having recognized her from the pageant. I even got a few knowing nods whenever a girl came to say hi with her boyfriend.
We tried to get in contact with Alex but she didn't return our messages. We were both pretty worried. Just before we left, Vessa decided to call her airline to check up on her. It turns out she was already back to work and currently in Panama. We were just glad to know she hadn't done anything harmful even if she didn't feel like talking to us.
Our flight back wasn't as exciting as our flight over and I could tell Vessa preferred our first flight despite our embarrassments. She was fidgety the whole way over even after I woke up halfway through the flight. I told her I'd make it up to her when we got home.
And that's exactly what I did.