We are glad to see you have chosen Pine Lake as your home for the next month. We are pleased to inform you that you are eligible for the VIP preview package and look forward to helping you get the most out of your experience here now and in the future.
The email went on to instruct the couple in the rules and regulations of the resort. A code of conduct and expectations was included and the instructions indicated they should be thoroughly read and understood before their arrival. Brad was reading threw pages and pages of instructions.
"WOW" he thought these rules read more like a contract for building a home then a list of resort rules. But he continued thinking there was nothing unreasonable about them, just that they were so detailed.
A few rules kind of stood out to Brad like; no one is to touch anyone else on the resort without express permission, regardless of their clothes, or lack of. Would there be people without clothes? Whatever I'm sure it's just typical legal CYA stuff he thought. No one is to engage in intercourse in the main dining area. What kind of place has to tell their guest that? Again figured it was just more CYA.
After he was done reading all the rules he noticed there was an attachment, so he opened it.
Brads heart stopped and a flood of fear and jealousy flooded his whole body like a rush of hot air.
There was a picture of Brooke sitting in what looked like a limousine. She was completely naked from the waist up and was exposing her bare chest to the camera and everyone in the limo. Brooke had a champagne flute in one hand as if she was toasting the camera while her other hand was obviously on the inner thigh of the man sitting to her right. He looked like a dark tan body builder type with bulging muscles. He was wearing a black t-shirt and sport jacket but Brad couldn't help but look down to where his girlfriend's hand was resting on his inner thigh. There, just a few inches away from her delicate fingers, was this man's open fly and exposed manhood. He was huge and Brad felt both the red hot jealousy coursing through his veins that came from the thought of Brooke being with another man, and that close to his member, and the utter embarrassment of knowing he was looking at another man's dick and thinking , wow that thing is huge.
On the other side of this muscled Adonis was another woman only she was completely naked and using both her hands to open herself up to the camera. Brad was in shock. What the hell was going on? Where was this? When was this? Who were the other people in the limo? Who was this guy? And what the hell was Brooke doing with her hand so close to his massive dick?
Brad wanted a closer look and he pinched his screen, zooming in tighter on the woman holding herself open for full display. Sure enough she had obvious signs of recently having sex. She was dripping the remnants on the edge of the seat where she sat. There was evidence she had scooped some up with her finger and was holding it out for full display. It was lewd and yet amazingly erotic and inviting. There was an fun flirtation that emanated threw the picture with her and yet the evidence of raw carnal lust was evident.
Brad pushed his finger across the screen to bring Brooke's hand into few and to his shock saw a few drops of the aftermath dripping from this giant. This man had obviously just fucked that woman and was showing off for the camera. "Oh my god Brooke's delicate fingers are practically touching the head of this man's spent dick and the juices it contained within.
Brad was lost in the image of that picture and the images in his mind of what happened before and after it had been taken. It was then he was snapped back to the present. He was sitting at the table looking at a picture of his girlfriend once again imagining her infidelity and realizing the affect it was having on him. The pressure in his underwear was enormous. Once again he had an erection harder than any in recent memory (except last night). Why was the image of her with another so arousing? This was all new to Brad and he was feeling scared and yet excited at that same time.
Wait where was Brooke now? He thought. Brad had assumed she was fast asleep when he got home and was now wondering if she was there or was she off with this band off hedonistic animals? Scared she was home, and would catch him with a raging hard on, at the sight of her exposed and engaging in sexual play with others. But terrified she might not be there at all, but instead, off playing god knows what kind of games with god knows who.
Brad jumped up from the table tucking his phone in his pocket to hide the image from view and headed quietly towards the bedroom. Being careful not to wake a sleeping Brook, Brad slowly eased the door open to the bedroom trying to avoid any creaking from the old hinges. He didn't want to risk her seeing his bulge and if she looked up she would clearly see the silhouette of his raging tent against the light coming from the kitchen.
Nothing! An empty bed still made from early in the day, never slept in.
What the hell? The mixed emotions rolled over Brad again.
He was relieved he wouldn't be caught again aroused at the adultery he was imagining but also was deeply concerned. He was completely unaware of his insecurity over Brooke. Sure he had felt jealous over her before. A tingle here or there, or when someone at a restaurant gave her a second look. Maybe a smile from a passerby at the mall, but the thought of her with someone else causing this stir of emotions was new. Why was he so obsessed with the idea of her with someone else and yet so worried at every turn she might be with someone else.
Well this certainly wasn't normal Brad thought as he flicked the light on. There on the floor at the foot of the bed was a suitcase with a note resting atop.
Can't wait to see you baby. XOXOXO was all it said.
Ding, Ding he heard startled by the sound coming from his pocketed phone.
It was a text message from Brooke.
"Hey baby, just wanted to let you know I made it safe to Pine Lake. Nick and some of the other guests picked me up on the way up here and we just got here."
"Are you ok? You're scaring me." Brad text back urgently
"Oh baby, I'm great. Don't worry. Get a good night sleep and I will see you up here tomorrow. You're going to need the gate code to get in so text me when you get here and I will give it to you. "
"Wait, what about the picture of you in the limo?" Brad tapped back
He sat there on the edge of the bed waiting for a response but none came.
"Brooke?" He tried again
Brad was dazed. He felt sick to his stomach with worry and jealousy but still no response.
He was beaten with exhaustion, both mentally and physically. He finally gave up hope of a response and lay down feeling broken and hollow. Thoughts of Brooke with someone else were an agony he had never considered before, but now he was balancing between burning desire and stabbing despair. Brad kicked off his shoes and lay back closing his eyes. It was 4am when he snapped out of his deep slumber and realized he had fallen asleep fully dressed and with the light still on.
He got up and went to the kitchen to turn out the lights. It was when he stripped down to get back into bed that he realized his underwear was harboring the results of his continued thoughts of Brooke. He couldn't tell what was real and what had been part of an elaborate and obviously wet dream he had had about her.
As he slid between the covers he couldn't help but feel the solitude of an empty bed. He hadn't slept alone without Brooke in a long time. He missed the heat from her body, the sound of her breathing, the smell of her hair. It was lonely without her. None the less Brad fell asleep again quickly and drifted off once again.
