Preface
This is the third part of the continuing saga of Brooke and Brad. After their stay at Pine Lake and their honeymoon in Maui they embark on a new life with their new friends. I recommend reading the first two sagas. Couples Camp and Honeymoon in Hawaii
A word of warning, most of my stories contain elements of: cuckolding, chastity, BDSM, and sharing. Some contain elements of consensual non consent and extreme situations that some might find disturbing. Everything I describe is pure fantasy. I hope you enjoy.
Chapter 1
Michelle, Ron and Brad all sat enjoying their dinner under the stars of the Caribbean sky. The long flight on their private jet had gotten them there just in time to enjoy a comfortable meal at a private poolside table.
"I hope everything is to your liking ma'am." The friendly waiter inquired.
"It's fine, thank you." Michelle responded politely.
Brad was trying to keep his mind on the job and the reason he was there, but it kept drifting back to the visions of his beautiful wife yet to catch up with him.
"Ms. Kingsley," a man's voice rang out as he approached their table.
"It's Mrs. Kingsley, and don't you forget that." She angrily snapped.
"I'm sorry ma'am, of course Mrs. Kingsley and of course Mr. Kingsley as well. Welcome to our island." The eager man apologized.
Brad sat quietly studying the man as he approached. He wasn't wearing the same shirt the rest of the staff had on but instead donned a white silk button up. He was scurrying towards the table like a scared child, surprised by his parent's early return home from work. It reminded him of when he was a kid and feared he was caught sneaking a taste of his parents liquor stash.
"I'm surprised at your arrival, pleasantly surprised of course." He quipped.
"Brad, this is Juan. Juan is our resort manager. He will do everything he can to help you, if there is anything you need this is who you should talk with." Michelle authoritatively explained.
"Oh absolutely," Juan replied as he extended his hand out to shake Brad's.
"Good to meet you sir. I've heard all about you and I'm ready to get started whenever you like."
"Good to meet you as well." Brad responded.
"If you don't mind I'm a little tired from the flight. How about we get started first thing in the morning?" Brad suggested.
"Absolutely sir, would you like me to meet you at the front office, you can get started looking at the books?" Juan enquired.
"Yeah, that sounds good. Say seven?" Brad proposed.
"Seven it is sir. See you then." Juan confirmed with a nod of his head.
"Again ma'am it's excellent to see you and the Mr." Juan snapped.
"Thank you Juan, but can you give us some privacy please, we have business to discuss. " Michelle informed him.
"Absolutely ma'am, till tomorrow," Juan abruptly responded nodding his head again towards Brad and quickly scurrying off.
"I don't trust him." Michelle declared quietly enough that only her two table mates could hear.
"Then why don't you just fire him? " Brad asked.
"He worked at the resort for years before I purchased it, and his family is in the local government. It's beneficial for us to maintain relationships with the local government. If I was to get rid of him, I'm sure he would cause us a lot of problems." Michelle explained.
Brad didn't completely understand but accepted Michelle's explanation, finishing his meal and pushing his empty plate aside. The three sat there, enjoying the warm Caribbean breeze as they finished what was left of their drinks. Something about the air here was different. Sure it was another tropical island just like Maui, but yet there was a palpable difference. The laid back family atmosphere was completely lacking here. Maybe it was just the vibe from the resort, but there was a hedonistic feel to it Hawaii lacked.
It didn't take long and the three agreed they were too tired to continue. Brad found his way to his temporary home on the second floor of the resorts main building, while Michelle and Ron stayed in a private villa a few hundred feet from the pool and just steps from the sandy beach.
"Sleep well, jailbird." Michelle laughed as she and Ron walked off into the night.
Brad didn't need any reminder of his predicament as the pressure of his captivity was a constant reminder. As he slid into bed naked from head to toe with only his steel prison restraining his freedom he glanced over at the clock. It was only nine o clock and yet it felt like he was getting home from a long night of drinking after the bars closed.
His head hit the pillow and instantly Brad fell asleep, only to wake up and turn to see it was three in the morning. Brad tossed and turned trying to ignore the early morning hard-on that was attempting to poke out, but the painful swelling in his crotch refused to subside and finally caused him to get out of bed. Brad's body was conditioned to need to use the bathroom first thing when he awoke and today was no different. Only problem was this time there was no way for him to relive himself naturally without creating a mess and getting it all over himself. The holes in the tip of his steel trap would have his morning pee shooting out all over like the fountains at the Bellagio. The only chance he had of not causing a complete disaster was to sit down like a woman to do his morning ritual.
Brad did his business, glad Brooke wasn't there to see his humiliation and returned to bed attempting to fall back to sleep. Regardless of how much he tried though Brad was unable to drift back to dream land, instead he found himself wide awake as if he was ready to take a run on the beach.
After an hour of tossing and turning, he finally gave up and got up. There was a fully stocked dresser and closet as well as all the toiletries he was used to having. Michelle had once again shown she knew exactly how to get things done, and done right. Brad decided to slip on a pair of shorts and running shoes and headed for the beach. A good morning run should get his blood flowing and get him ready for the day.
Brad took off down the beach not sure exactly where he was going but thankful the moon lit the beach like a spotlight lights a stage. He barely got past the private villas when he noticed a couple lying on the beach obviously making love under the moon lite sky. The thoughts of Brooke quickly entered his mind and filled it with wonder as he did his best not to interrupt them.
Brad ran for what felt like an hour before turning around and heading back, by the time he returned made it back to the resort the sun was just starting to peak up above the horizon. He made it back to his room and jumped in the shower to wash the salty sweat from his skin before getting dressed for the day. Brad looked over to check the time and it was only six in the morning as he left his room once again.
Brad figured he would take a look around and get a feel for the property before heading up to the office and his meeting with Juan. As he made his way around the resort he stopped at the main poolside bar. They were serving hot coffee and breakfast sandwiches so he took a seat and got something to eat. It gave him a perfect opportunity to ask the server a few questions and start his professional probing.
