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Disclaimer. This is a bespoke story and a stand-alone tale, but one that follows the others in the series (as in real life, any short anecdote is always part of an untold past and future). It is unnecessary to read the entire series, but a few lines will be enough to get the picture.
As allowed by the rules, this is an episode of a series, but the only "necessary" fact to know is this: the male character wears 24/7 a locked chastity cage on his penis.
A few days ago Dean married Britney (without ejaculating, either the bachelorette's night or even the wedding's night), and now the couple is living a romantic Chaste Honeymoon at a Naturist Resort (kink-friendly for couples, but not gay). More of Dean and Britney's adventures on Literotica.com, in the series https://www.literotica.com/series/se/here-comes-the-bride-only
If this fetish doesn't intrigue you, DON'T START reading this long and tedious fiction.
All of the characters in all my narrative are adults.
My contribution to the "
Literotica Nude Day Story Contest 2024
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As you already guessed, English is not my native language, please forgive my mistakes.###
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Chapter 1. "What plans do you have for tomorrow?"
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It was sunset time, and the Croatian sea sky was painted purple and gold. Some very distant clouds looked as if drawn by a Pre-Raphaelite painter.
Like any "vanilla" couple on Honeymoon, my wife Britney and I were lazily lounging in the garden of our junior suite inside this resort in the Mediterranean bush.
She was wearing an unbuttoned blouse and nothing else; I was naked as a worm, with the chastity cage padlocked shut.
With natural red hair, Fiona came toward our garden, wagging her tail on all fours like a good little dog. Literally on all fours: her husband, Frank, often ordered her to act like a fox, and paw around on all fours with a red and white fur tail stuck up her ass with a big anal plug.
Barking joyfully, she attracted my wife's attention.
As usual, when she acted like an animal, Fiona was naked, showing everyone her fair skin and numerous freckles. She was wearing only a large dog collar (black leather, with metal studs and a hook ring).
Attached to the dog collar, the red vixen carried a letter addressed only to Britney.
The feminine handwriting read "Dear Britney, Yay! Tomorrow the fates have decided that I will be dominant and Frank submissive, so if that's the way you like it as a keyholder without asking your caged husband's useless opinion, we are going on a chartered speedboat trip tomorrow (with a bosun on board, because we don't have a boat license).
Watch out, Britney! Don't read the following lines aloud, because they will come as a surprise to Dean. ***
[Here my wife bites her lip not to reveal the contents even with small gestures or smiles]
*** Come on, Brit! You can read aloud from here on out!
If Britney's will (regardless of Dean) is to participate, give this little vixen's head a tap, and watch her wag her tail joyfully!
If, on the other hand, a fresh bride prefers to stay in the marriage thalamus without taking advantage of the countless opportunities for recreation offered by Croatia's many islands, then, too bad for you.
A hug, Fiona."
The little dog looked at her with big puppy eyes.
Without at all questioning me or asking for my consent, Britney decided for both of us.
"Of course! How can you say no to a little dog who makes eyes like that?" and stroked the vixen's head.
Fiona began to howl and yelp with delight. In wiggling, she pushed even deeper ni between the pale, freckled ass cheeks the anal plug that was stuck in her anus to hold the heavy red and white fur tail.
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Chapter 2: Sunbathing on the speedboat deck: two wives teasing two caged husbands.
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The next morning, Britney gently woke me up and asked me so nicely if I would be willing to make her breakfast after washing up.
I as always had slept on the floor, naked, with my wrists cuffed behind my back and my penis enclosed within the cage of thin metal bars.
Only when she was awake could my wrists be freed to accomplish chores and to wash myself.
I could not tell if it was an invitation to eat her pussy but she said, "Not now, we don't have time, we have to go to the dock to sail with Fiona and Frank."
"What should I carry in my backpack?"
"What?"
"I was saying, if we take a trip on the speedboat, you will need a bottle of water, a change of swimsuit, a towel..."
"That won't be necessary."
"But..."
"You ask too many questions, Dean, dear. And when a man asks too many questions, it behooves his wife to put a bite between his teeth."
Without wasting any time, Britney took the thin rubber bite that allowed me to breathe but not speak and put it in my mouth. Then she tightened the leather straps to prevent the bite from slipping out. A lock was not necessary, because she knew I would never take it off without her permission.
"Now that you've finally shut up, I can tell you that I only want a water bottle in my backpack and nothing else. No swimsuit, no towels, nothing at all. Fiona has found an island for naturists, so I will come dressed as Lady Godiva, and you as her caged submissive!"
With a wave of her hand, she showed me her naked body, which looked so beautiful to me.
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On the dock the redhead Fiona greeted us like a true dominatrix: Frank was kneeling in front of her, and she held him submissively with one foot over his shoulder. In that position, her spread thighs showed her half-open pussy and the red tuft of rare pubic hair.
Frank, on the other hand, was completely hairless all over.
He was slathering her with protective cream to defend her fair skin from the Croatian coastal sun. Since he was on his knees, his attention was devoted to her thighs and groin.
I wondered if anyone had already smeared the protective cream on his shoulders and those firm, proud boobs, which were in serious danger of getting a sunburn under the hot Mediterranean sun.
Fiona greeted only Britney, tapping a finger on the very thin, very feminine gold watch she had on her left wrist; on her right, two very thin, also gold, ring bracelets hung.
"Here you are at last, Britney dearest! Perfectly on time, not a minute late! Well, well: on the way back this punctuality will be very important.
So here's what we're going to do.
The speedboat with the dark blue keel... blue like the balls of your groom, our Dean dear... we have rented the speedboat for half a day. He will be our pilot and helmsman, his name is Zlatan and he is 19 years old, I know for sure because he showed me his boat license. He also explained to me that it means "Golden" in Croatian, like his blond hair, ha, ha!
At noon sharp, we have to go back to the pier, and the blond Zlatan will lead us back here to the resort. I recommend punctuality! Do you want me to lend you my watch?"
"No, I'm fine with this cell phone..."
"Ah no, darling, no cell phones are allowed on a naturist beach, I'll lend you my watch, Frank has his own anyway.
Don't worry, Brit, they have key lockers at the pier, we leave our cell phones and all the things we don't need there.
I have Frank's padlock key around my neck, add the locker locker key to it, and we are good."
Fiona symbolically handcuffed Frank, making him wear her two silver bracelets. On her tapered, slender wrists, the light bracelets pranced soft and loose, whereas, on Frank's vigorous, masculine wrists, the metal chains were just barely enough to enclose flesh.
I thought that if he had wanted to, he could have broken them by force.
But it was clear that between the two of them, the Dynamics of the Total Cession of Power (albeit Temporary) was such, that her husband complied with those symbolic tight and frilly gold chains, as if their wrists were held by a heavy oak log hollowed out in the shape of a pillory.
Britney carried a tiny backpack with only a bottle of water and some dried fruit snacks inside. The dried fruit often triggered friendly jokes from her, "Every one of these nuts soon or late nuts, except Dean: Dean never nuts!" or "Poor Dean: never a Post-Nut Clarity, how bad!"
Fiona carried a burlap bag over her shoulder (suitable for going to the beach) with some items inside that I could not have guessed from the shape.
Since my wife had noticed the young helmsman staring at her, she cast a doubtful glance at Fiona.
"Ah, of course, the Helmsman, darling!
Don't worry. For payment, I have already made a covenant between him and me for the service: both as transportation and... well, as in... there'll be one thing or two he'll do for me, that's all.
What a young, useful man!
But don't worry Brit: he confessed to me that he's only weak to red vixens with a hairy bush!
Since your mons are bald as a newborn baby, you are not attractive to our boatman! Ha, ha!"
With some reluctance, my wife climbed into the speedboat, exposing her shaved pussy with every step.
I stared at her ass and thought that view would make even a hermit's cock hard.
But the 19-year-old was no saint!
Underneath the white sailor pants, we could see an upwardly erect tent, mercilessly contrasting our two penises, bent downward and unable to erect.
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Aboard the speedboat, the two women lay naked before the pilot on the deck.
The blond boy was standing, behind the helm, inside the cabin. Sheltered behind glass.
I caught myself thinking that probably the nautical architects who design these speedboats for tourism purposely construct a mat in front of the helm, so those who buy the boat from the shipyard dream of being able to watch the woman they love naked while the boat sails.
The noise of the engine prevented us from chatting. Or rather: it kept the women from chatting with us.
