The final part of Tanner and Brooke's honeymoon on St. Lucia. This contains scenes of exhibitionism, voyeurism, oral sex, public masturbation and sex, and lesbian kissing. If these things don't appeal to you, don't read further.
Chapter 10 - Honeymoon Finale
The next morning I was alone when I awoke. Tanner wasn't in bed nor even in the bungalow. I had no idea where he was. Getting up, I had breakfast. Tanner had asked our butler, Roberta to keep the bungalow stocked with breakfast items and it was no problem finding something to eat.
Done eating, I looked at my phone to see if Tanner had texted me or left any information for me. I didn't see anything from Tanner, but my blackmailer had texted another movie to me. All 90 plus minutes of my sexual degradation last night condensed down to an eight minute video. It definitely looked done on the rooms security cameras. I hadn't even thought to look for cameras when I entered the room, concentrating instead on the disgusting task I was facing. If I'd known I was being filmed, would it have made any difference? I'd managed to extract three concessions regarding my servitude last night. Getting more compromises would be difficult. I watched the whole lurid thing. He'd managed to include every time the two men had cum in me and every time I'd cum for them. It ended with me begging for them to fuck me. Tears flowed down my cheeks. Every thing I did was more disgraceful and terrible than the last.
He left one additional message with the video.
I had to give a copy of this to the management of the club in return for your use of the VIP room. They loved it.
Wonderful! My shame was now being shared with others. I wiped the tears off of my face. This was intolerable. I couldn't take anymore. I ran water into the tub. It was time to end it all. The equipment and accoutrements of the resort were first rate. The knives in the kitchenette were razor sharp. A couple slices up my arms would end my misery forever.
I climbed into the tub and looked at my arms, now tan and brown from nearly a week in the sun. I looked at the knife, the edge glistening in the sun. I leaned back, thinking of all I was prepared to give up; my friends, my parents, my husband. None of them would know why I was doing this. All they would know was I'd gone on a honeymoon after marrying the love of my life and then killed myself. Stan and Kathy would know why, but no one else. Would they tell Tanner so he wouldn't blame himself? What about my parents? Would they blame Tanner for my death if no one knew why I'd died? Would they believe he'd done something so heinous I was forced to kill myself. What about the police; would they think Tanner had something to do with my death? I couldn't kill myself without an explanation. Something handwritten in my own hand and with my signature would help exonerate my husband, even if I couldn't explain why I'd done it.
Getting back out of the tub, I looked for paper and pen to write my note. I found a pen in my purse, but no larger sheets of paper. I wandered around the bungalow looking for large sheets of paper. I finally found some resort stationery in one of the desk drawers.
My Dear Tanner, I started, I wish my life never reached the point where living no longer seems worthwhile. I know you may blame yourself, or others may blame you, but what I'm doing has nothing to do with you. I love you with all my heart, and what I do now has no bearing upon you or our marriage. It is due to my great shame for things beyond yours or my control, I take this step. Kathy and Stan know what's happened. I do not want them to tell you what I've done as I know it will hurt you horribly, but they can assure you my actions are no reflection on you or my love for you. Know always .....
"Brooke, I'm home. Are you up yet, sleepyhead?" Tanner called out. I could hear Tanner outside on the dock.
Shit! I'd missed my opportunity. Why had Tanner chosen this moment to come back? I left the knife on the counter and I crumpled and stuffed my note into the garbage disposal, the only place I could think where Tanner wouldn't be likely to find it. I slipped back onto the deck and into the tub.
"Brooke, where are you?"
"I'm in the tub. Why don't you join me?"
"Great idea." He came out on the deck. "Oh, great, you're naked. Just the way I like to see you."
"I forgot to get towels before I got in. Can you get some before you get in?"
"Sure thing, honey."
He disappeared in the bungalow and came out with a couple towels and our robes. Stripping off his clothes, he climbed in with me, facing me. He didn't bother drawing the privacy curtain.
"Where did you go this morning?" I asked.
"Since you were sleeping so late, I decided I'd go for a walk on the beach. I met the nicest old gentleman out there collecting shells."
I knew exactly who he was speaking of, having made his intimate acquaintance a couple days ago.
"Did he talk to you at all?" Did he talk about the tall woman who sucked his cock before he fucked her?
"No. He only spoke French and I only know a few words. He gave me some great shells though. Really nice ones. I'll show them to you later."
Relieved, I turned around and leaned back against his chest so I wouldn't have to look at him, afraid something on my face would give me away; what I'd been ready to do.
"Tanner, would you mind if I got together with Kathy this afternoon? I'd like to speak to her about something."
"We're going to see them this evening. Can't it wait until then?"
"Then you and Stan will be around. This is girl stuff which I need to discuss with another female, not two randy males getting ready to play strip poker with two, soon to be naked, women."
"Getting tired of me already, huh? Need to ditch hubby on your honeymoon and get a girl fix."
"Not tired of you, dear," I turned back to kiss him. "Some things are best discussed with a female friend is all."
"It doesn't have anything to do with our strip poker game tonight, does it? We don't have to do it if you really don't want to, Brooke. It sounds like it might be fun, but I'm perfectly willing to skip it if you're uncomfortable playing."
"I've already said I'm willing, Tanner. This has nothing to do with tonight." It does have to do with last night and this morning and I'm ever so sorry, but I have to leave you now.
"If you must."
"Thank you, darling." I reached back to stroke his face. He nuzzled into my neck and kissed my neck, shoulder and ears.
One last time. One last time to love him before I said goodbye forever. "Take me into the bedroom and make love to me, Tanner."
I stood up and grabbed a towel, holding it over myself. He got out of the tub and dried off, his penis already starting to rise in anticipation. He didn't seem to care about the people in their watercraft a hundred to two hundred yards away. Why should he? He was a god of old, hard, chiseled from stone, magnificent in every way. I wondered why I should. It was my last day on earth. I didn't know anyone here. I dropped my towel and let him breathe me in, take in every molecule of my nudity as I'd done him. Taking his hand, I led him into the bedroom, wanting him to fill me in every conceivable way.
Sitting him on the bed, my mouth enveloped his cock, thick and hard. I took as much of him as I could, wishing I could take all of him, every inch of his spectacular instrument which had given me so much pleasure in so brief a time. I stroked his shaft, encouraging his growth, my other hand weighing the stones in his sack. I wish I could have given him a child, some particle of me he could keep.
I'd been so foolish, allowing myself to be pressured into what I'd done. Rushed, afraid, worried about what others might think. I should have trusted his love in the first place, never kneeling to take the cock of another man. I supposed my blackmailer might send his videos, his pictures, my shame; to Tanner in retaliation for my ruining his fun. At least Tanner would know why I killed myself and not hold himself responsible. He would hate me, the thing I'd become, but at least he wouldn't blame himself.
Fully hard now, I pushed him back on the bed and mounted him. Not completely prepared for him, the water from the tub helped ease his entry into me. Fully spearing me on his shaft, I waited for my body to catch up to his. To feel his heat and hardness, his thickness in the depths of me, releasing my fluids, preparing the way for him to have me. His hands palmed my breasts, rubbing and caressing, conjuring my juices, the slickness I required to ride him.
Ready at last, my body moved up and down Tanner's shaft, and I tried to imprint this feeling of fullness, this pleasant pressure in my mind, so it could be the last thing I remembered as I slipped away. I surrendered to him, his cock, my body shivering as the waves of ecstasy flowed through me. So good, so right, so perfect in every way. My cum made me wetter, and I rode him harder, faster, bouncing vigorously on his cock, striving to bring him with me, to feel him explode in me. He was breathing harder, and I leaned over to capture his breath, to feel it meeting mine, our lips touching. Tanner grunted, his wetness invaded me, adding to my own. I didn't stop. I was close again. My eyes closed and my pussy convulsed, milking his balls of his seed. I waited until my tremors stopped.
"Thank you, my love," I whispered. "It was exactly what I needed right now."
"The pleasure was all mine," he answered.
"Not all," I whispered. "I enjoyed it too." I laid full length on him, listening to the beating of his heart until his cock retreated from my body.
He started to stir. "Not yet, Tanner. Please lie with me a moment. I'll reward you for your patience."
Tanner relaxed and I felt his body go slack, his breathing settle, his heart slow, no longer driven by our need. For five minutes, I lay on top of him, remembering, wishing I'd had more time with him. One last thing I'd do for him. I got up and when he tried to rise with me, I pushed him back on the bed. "Not yet. I'm not finished."
I knelt over his penis, now limp, and gently cradled it in my mouth, tasting myself and him, finally able to take all of him. I cleaned him, removing the detritus of our love, not ceasing when he was clean, but feeling him grow again, filling my mouth. One last time I wanted him to spend over my tongue, to feel the heat, the saltiness, explode inside me. Gently, I coaxed him to his full length, coaxed the stirring in his sack; coaxed the eruption of thick cream into my throat to the sounds of his rapture, gathered it all, swallowing his offering. Now I was done.
Getting up, I sent a text to Kathy asking her to meet me at the pool in an hour where we'd become acquainted and to bring paper. I didn't take a shower. I wanted to smell Tanner and our passion on me as long as possible. When I was sure Tanner wasn't looking, I slipped the knife and pen into my purse. I put on one of my more modest suits, not wanting my demise to be more lurid than it would already be. When it was time to leave, I kissed Tanner on last time, putting as much of my heart and soul into it as I could, hoping he would remember his last kiss from me with fondness.
"I'll see you later, Tanner," I lied; the last of many lies.
"Okay, honey. Have fun. Tell Kathy I said I'll see her tonight."
"Of course you will." Maybe she and Stan would be willing to let her comfort you. I could ask her.
I walked up to the pool, finding the grotto where we'd been before. It was still deserted. Good, I didn't want to look for another place and this was as pretty a place as I could find to spend my last minutes on earth.
Kathy arrived a few minutes after I did. She was topless, assuming we were going to be sunning ourselves.
"Hey, Brooke. What's up? Why did you need paper? They have stationery paper in the desk."
"I threw mine in the disposal so Tanner wouldn't see it."
