10

Authors note:

(Sorry for the delay on chapter 7. It was rejected and had to be resubmitted, and there is a two to three-day delay after submission. I posted ch 9 and 10 together since they are relatively short.)

Chapter 9.

Best Laid Plans

Roy

(I know Todd has the upper hand and that I'm basically screwed as long as I'm on this ship in the middle of the ocean. But then, I'm nothing if not a patient man, and vengeance is best served cold!)

I gingerly swung my legs out, sat up, and gripped the edge of the bed to get my bearings. Then I heard muffled snores and turned to see Anna sprawled out on the bedspread, face down and naked except for her shoes.

I left the bathroom door ajar and the light on last night, and I could clearly see the dried cum sprayed all over her back and ass. I leaned over and saw the dried rivers of cum on her inner thighs with streaks that ran all the way down to her stilettos. Then I looked closer and saw where the puddle between her legs was dripping from. Apparently, my slut-wife was an "anal-slut" too!

I knew that some guys liked sloppy seconds, but the thought curdled my stomach, and I wouldn't have fucked her with Todd's dick after she fucked who knows how many strangers last night. Although, I'm sure they were all upstanding swingers, with papers from the health department verifying they were clean!

Anna stirred and unconsciously waved her arm at me. "I'm done. No more!" she mumbled into the bedspread, half-asleep.

It was all I could do not to laugh out loud as I thought: Wow! My slut-wife actually got enough strange cock and pussy to satiate her! Then I wondered how long that would last?

By the time I got to my feet and wobbled to the bathroom, Anna was sawing logs again. I grabbed the Tylenol from my Dopp-kit, downed three, and I left the bottle on the counter. I wasn't sure why I cared, but I knew Anna would need some too. Then I retrieved my phone and sim card. I'd hidden them under one of the makeup-smeared hand towels Anna and Terra left on the counter when they freshened up after their ladies-room girl-talk session!

I knew I would only have one shot at this as I powered up my phone and saw the email from my friend. It was titled, "Read fast!" He knew I was in trouble and had obviously set it up to drop off the face of the earth shortly after I opened it.

My head pounded as I read, and it didn't get any better when I got to the meat of what Overlord found out. He's always been a smart-ass. All-be-it, a very-smart-ass, and even though I only had a limited time to read his email, he couldn't pass up the opportunity to give me some shit.

"Jones? Hell! You may as well have told me her last name was Smith. Bonehead! It wasn't easy, and if, and that's a big if, I ever see you again, you owe me one hell of a lot more than a steak dinner for how dirty I got my knees for you on this one. That is, once I figured out where in-the-hell you were and found five aliases on the crew roster. You have really stepped-in-it, my friend. She and her friends are one scary bunch, and someone did a damn-good job of erasing them, so I couldn't find their real names. But Jones is just one of her many aliases. There are no official records, but a reliable source told me; that she and her wet-team friends, along with their commanding officer, were all quietly booted out of the Royal Marines after several questionable missions and civilian criminal complaints. Then about a year ago, MI6 and the CIA opened investigations into their activities, and they disappeared. Not sure if any of this helps, but from what I learned, before I started getting unwanted attention, they're tight and "unofficially" have a big pile of carcasses to their credit. So watch your six, and keep your fuckin' head down. Dip-shit!"

I could tell my friend was seriously worried about me. He didn't usually use such loving terms of endearment! Then, shortly after I finished the email, it disappeared, and a data error message popped up. I set my phone on the counter, half expecting it to start smoking and burst into flames, but when it didn't, I figured there was no point in hiding it anymore. Overlord basically confirmed what I already suspected, and I was beginning to think Terra was the actual ringleader of their psychotic little gang.

I wanted to be as nondescript as possible, so I donned a pair of khaki cargo shorts with a plain white T-shirt and a khaki ball cap. Then when I retrieved my passport from the safe, I noticed little Becky's picture face down on the desk and flipped it over. It was such a sweet gesture, but it would just be another reminder of the end of my life as I knew it. Then a deep twist of pain tore at my chest as I took one last look, wadded it up, and threw it in the trash.

It was a little after six-thirty, and Anna was still sawing logs when I put her phone on the nightstand. I suspected Terra could block our phones or just keep tabs on them through the ship's Wi-Fi. Either way, I didn't really care what she did because it wouldn't matter in a few hours.

I had no idea when my slut-wife dragged her happy-cum-filled-ass back to the room, and I knew she wouldn't be getting up anytime soon. But as I slipped out the door and headed for Sammy's to grab a coffee, I had such a vision of Anna stuck to the bedspread when she did.

There were only a few patrons in the restaurant, and I wasn't sure if it was the pissed-off hungover vibe I gave off or if it was just too early for anyone who was at Gulliver's last night to be up and around. But no one smirked, coughed, or tittered as I got my coffee and made my way to the starboard railing to enjoy the sunrise from Sammy's panoramic view; and think.

We were scheduled to dock at San Miguel on Cozumel around noon today. Then everyone would have six hours to explore the island and get ripped-off buying trinkets at the local tourist markets while the ship was refueled and restocked for the final leg to Veracruz.

I had booked us a four-hour round-trip guided tour of the Mayan ruins in San Gervasio on Cozumel. The ruins were once a hub of worship for the goddess Ix Chel, the deity of childbirth and fertility! It was supposed to be a surprise, and I even planned to leave an offering since we were supposed to be starting our family on our second honeymoon. But then, my plans had changed, and all things considered, taking Anna to an ancient fertility temple didn't seem like a good idea.

With the halo of high clouds pushing over from the west, the sunrise was spectacular, and I caught myself wishing Anna was here to watch it with me as I sipped my coffee. Then reality slapped me in the face, and a sickening twist in my guts quickly canceled that feeling.

I had several hours to kill and didn't want to be around when Anna woke up. Or run into any of my new best friends. So I went up to the sundeck, kicked back in a lounger, and promptly fell asleep.

I was shocked out of my slumber at ten AM when Captain McSorley addressed the passengers over the PA system.

"Due to a tropical storm forming in the western Gulf and expected to become a hurricane in the next twenty-four hours, we will be returning to Miami after our scheduled stop at Cozumel." Then he said anyone who needed to make other arrangements should go to the concierge's desk.

The storm threw a monkey wrench in my plan to quietly walk off the ship and fly home before anyone realized I was gone, and I hurried to get in line. It was a relatively small airport, and I wanted to get a ticket before they were sold out.

When I arrived, Pattie, Dave and Terra were behind the concierge's desk, and at least a dozen couples had already formed three lines. I got into Pattie's line and saw the Gomezes ahead of me. Rob and Sandy gave me strained, sympathetic smiles and little Becky looked confused and frightened as she clung to her mother's leg.

Terra seemed surprisingly chipper, but for all I knew, she was an accomplished drunk. Then she saw me, and I got the evil eye. Obviously, Terra was worried I was here to book flights and take her pet away. Well, won't she be surprised!

I was sure Todd, Terra and every other swinging freak on the ship would have a great time using my slut-wife like a fuck-toy, all the way back to Miami. I was also pretty sure Anna wouldn't miss me much. Well, at least, not until she got back to port and figured out she would have to take an Uber home. Then figured out she didn't have a home anymore!

It had been a good twenty minutes when I finally made it to the desk.

"Good morning Mr. Benson. How can I help you," Pattie said with a bright smile.

It was nice to see a genuine smile without some alternative motive behind it, and after my very erotic dream, I was beginning to think Pattie was a lot prettier than Anna.

"I need a flight back to Miami," I replied as I handed Pattie my key card.

She ran my card, then leaned forward with a conspiratorial smile.

"I see this will be covered by your travel agency's insurance, and I can get you two first-class tickets for a three PM flight to Miami at no extra cost," Pattie all but whispered.

"I only need one, thank you," I replied under my breath so Terra didn't overhear me. Not that she wouldn't know the second Pattie booked the flight.

Pattie gave me a concerned, understanding look and began furiously tapping her keyboard. Then a puzzled look crossed her face.

"Uh... Well... Um... I don't know how to tell you this, Mr. Benson," she stammered, looking quite confused.

"Tell me what?" I asked, as confused as she looked.

"I can't book you a flight," Pattie replied as she stared at her computer screen in disbelief.

I could tell she was hoping to leave it at that, but I wanted off this fucking boat, and I wanted to know why.

"What the hell do you mean you can't book me a flight? You just said it was covered by my travel agency?" I asked through gritted teeth trying not to draw unwanted attention.

"Um... I'm so sorry, Mr. Benson. But you are on the TSA's international no-fly list!" Pattie explained, looking thoroughly embarrassed for me.

I glanced at Terra and saw the wicked little smile on her face. Frankly, I wasn't that surprised. I was sure she had deep roots in the intelligence community and knew how to get me on the TSA's no-fly list with a quick anonymous text.

Unfortunately, as well connected as Overlord was. I didn't think he could get me off the no-fly list in time to catch a three o'clock flight, and I suddenly had a big decision to make. I could take my chances with the psychos, or I could get off the ship, hop the ferry to Playa del Carmen, and take a week-long bus ride back to Miami. But then, could I get across the Mexican-US border? Or I could just hang out on Cozumel and hope my buddy could pull some strings and get me off the no-fly list before I grew old. Actually, that last option didn't sound like such a bad idea.

"Well, thank you for your time, Pattie," I dejectedly replied.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Benson," she uttered, looking like she was about to cry as I turned and walked away.

I knew Pattie was well aware of what was going on. There was just nothing she could do. With McSorley as the captain, Terra and her goons had an almost full-proof arrangement, and if everyone played along willingly. Which I gathered was most often the case. Well, no problem. But if they set their sites on an unwilling target, like me, then being isolated on the ocean with no way to get away from the psychos gave them the power to do pretty much whatever they wanted.

I headed back up to the sundeck to ponder my situation. There was a hazy overcast from the brewing storm in the gulf, but I could feel the heat of the sun and took a lounger in the shade by the refreshment bar. A few minutes later, my phone vibrated with a text from Anna.

"Where are you? I'm so disappointed that we can't go to Veracruz. But we can still spend the day on Cozumel. Please come back to our room, honey!"

Clearly, Terra hadn't blocked our phones, and I sure-as-hell didn't want to see Anna, let alone spend the day with her. Yet, I knew if I stayed on the ship, I couldn't totally avoid her all the way back to Miami, and I was sure Terra wouldn't allow it. After all, I was her whipping boy, and she obviously got off on breaking in new cucks! Hell. The more I thought about it, the more getting off the boat in Cozumel, finding me a cute senorita, and living in a tin shack sounded like a better option!

I slipped my phone back into my pocket and pulled my baseball cap over my face. The sundeck was filling up, and I ignored the random chuckles and coughed slights as a steady stream of passengers came to the refreshment stand to get snacks and drinks while they waited for the ship to dock in Cozumel.

No one wanted to sit by the stupid cuck, and I was good with that. Then, out of nowhere, Anna sat on the lounger next to me, and grabbed my hand. I instinctively yanked it away, pushed my hat up, and glared at her.

"Please! Don't be that way," she pleaded.

Anna looked like she wanted to cry, but it was all I could do not to smile as a vision of my slut-wife trying to peel the bedspread off all that dried cum played in my head.

"Oh, let him pout, honey. He'll get over it. Cucks always do," a woman sitting a few chairs away; chimed in.

I was surprised by the fiery death rays that shot from her eyes as Anna stared her down until the woman uttered a disgusted "Humph!" and turned away.

"It's okay, Roy. I know you don't want to talk about it. So we won't. Just know that I love you more than you will ever know. I understand what you have done for me, and I will spend the rest of my life being your queen and making sure you always know you are the king of our castle," Anna said, then tentatively placed her hand on my leg.

I had no idea what delusional planet Terra had put Anna on. But I couldn't deal with her BS, stood and walked away before I said something that would get us both killed. She tried to follow me, but then several of the perverts, who probably had their way with her at the club last night, stepped in and counseled her to just let me be. I could hear her protesting and loudly calling for me to come back as I headed down the steps to look for a quieter place to think.

I made my way down to the marina deck, and thankfully it was deserted. Then I began to laugh out loud at the irony of this whole fucked up situation as I hopped up and sat on the storage bin that Tom, Todd and who knows how many other men bent my slut wife over last night.

Not ten minutes later, Anna sent me another text.

"Roy. I know it was supposed to be a surprise. Funny thing! I had the same idea and wanted to surprise you. But when I called to book a tour of the San Gervasio Mayan ruins, I found out you already had. I would love to see them with you. I love you, honey!"

Anna ended her text with a string of hearts and kisses emojis, and I wanted to throw up as I typed my reply.

"Sorry. Not really in the mood to see a temple dedicated to fertility and childbirth!"

I figured that was clear enough and didn't expect a reply, but only seconds later, I got one!

"Well, that's too bad, lover boy! But don't worry about your lovely Hotwife. We're going shopping while you stay on the ship and pout. It seems I forgot to sign the official medical release after your little accident, so you're not on the list of passengers approved to leave the ship. Oops, my bad, LOL! What? You didn't think it would be that easy, did you? Sargent Benson!"

Terra ended her text with just one emoji. Middle finger hand!

Fuckin' Bitch! I thought as I stuffed my phone in my pocket and tried to decide if I was desperate enough to slip off the marina deck and swim to shore. I watched the crew furl the sails, then longingly stared out at the beautiful tropical island of Cozumel as we pulled into the cruise ship terminal at San Miguel. Eventually, my mental list of cons outweighed the pros, and I wrote off the idea of swimming to shore.

Once the ship was moored, I wandered up the grand staircase and went to the dock-side rail. The crew quickly lowered the gangway, and I watched the passengers headed to the airport lug their suitcases down the ramp and file onto shuttle buses as Lenny Kravitz played in my head.

"I want to get away. I want to fly away... Yeahhh... Yeahhh... Yeahhh!"

A few minutes later, Anna and Terra skipped down the gangway hand-in-hand and jumped onto a shuttle. Well, at least I would have a couple of uninterrupted hours to write in my journal and get this unbelievable shit show on paper, I thought. Then, as I headed up to Sammy's to grab a sandwich before I started writing, I couldn't help but wonder if my lawyer wouldn't just call Bellevue and have me taken away in a strait-jacket when he read it.

Captain McSorley and Todd were at the top of the gangway seeing off the passengers while Pattie checked off who was and who wasn't, coming back to the ship on her clipboard. The look I got from Todd confirmed what I already knew. Then I double-checked my mental pros and cons list, just to be sure swimming to shore was a no-go. But it still didn't seem like a viable option as I headed for the stairs up to Sammy's.

I was sure Anna would read my journal if she found it, and when I returned to our stateroom, I was glad to see that the tiny tip-off pebble I left on her just-in-case suitcase hadn't been disturbed. Then I dug my journal out from under her just-in-case clothes and shoes, sat at the small desk, took a deep breath, and dove in. I fought through the painful memories as I laid out the sequence of events and tried to decide how many details to give; or not to give. At one point, I read back over several pages and thought, hell, I should publish this on one of those porn story sites. I was sure Anna would think it was a great story!

Speak of the devil's! I planned to be gone before Anna and Terra returned, but I'd lost track of time, and they were back sooner than I expected. When they burst through the door, Anna dropped the half-dozen shopping bags she was toting and ran to me. I really didn't want to see either of them. Let alone have Anna hugging me as she told me how much she missed and loved me.

She carried on like nothing was wrong and insisted that I just had to see all the beautiful outfits she found on Cozumel as Terra stood behind her and mouthed, "Be nice!" Then pointedly dragged her finger across her neck. That's when I decided it would be the better part of valor to see all her new outfits.

Over the next forty-five minutes, I patiently watched Anna strut around while Terra directed the fashion show. Some of her outfits were admittedly beautiful and sexy, and some were just plain slutty. Terra couldn't help herself and made quite a show of molesting my slut-wife as she demonstrated the easy access some of the skimpier outfits afforded.

When the show was over, Terra said she needed to return to work, and they exchanged a kissy-face goodbye. Then Anna closed the door and turned to me with a big happy smile as I stood and walked toward her. But her smile quickly faded as I pushed her aside and left. Anna pleaded for me to "come back" as she chased me down the hall. I whirled on her and pointed at the stateroom.

"Please, come ba..." Anna stopped mid-sentence when she saw the scowl on my face, put her head down, and quietly went back to the room.

When I got to the marina deck, I sat on the bin and wished I was on Cozumel as the ship cast off and sailed away from the beautiful tropical island. After a few minutes, I leaned back against the wall to get comfortable and smiled at the feel of my journal tucked in the back of my shorts. Luckily I had heard the girls cackling in the hall when they returned, and I managed to slip my journal into my pants and jump on the bed before they came through the door.