CHAPTER 1
We agreed that the holiday this year would be her choice. Part of my punishment, I suppose. A really quiet and peaceful two weeks in beautiful nature. Pretty much the opposite of what I would have chosen. But then it was my behaviour which had been the problem. Too much drink and willing girls in skimpy clothes, even flashing their tits had led to my behaviour which led this punishment. I didn't really think it counted as adultery, but had accepted she didn't like it.
Don't get me wrong - nature's wonderful, but it does get a bit boring after ten minutes. Now I was going to get two weeks of boredom. I even had to leave my phone at home! Could have been worse, I suppose.
Our hotel was OK as a hotel, but the clientele was mainly older couples, quite a lot of them Germans, so not at all exciting. The town looked pretty with its red roofs in the Adriatic sunshine. In the morning we crowded into a little boat with other hotel guests to go to a little island. The only bright spot was that we had bought snorkels and masks, so I was looking forward to that.
The boat puttered along for about half an hour with the conversation around us mainly in German while my wife, Ella, enthusiastically pointed out natural things which I immediately forgot.
As we came close to the island, I began to suspect something, which was confirmed when the boatman said something in German and "Welcome to nudist island!" in English and reminded us of the time of the boat back.
"We can't!" I said.
"Of course we can!" she retorted.
"Everybody does. At last I can get a tan with no bikini marks. And look, there are some lovely girls for you to drool over!"
"But, you know, my... if it..."
"Don't worry! Nothing's going to happen."
We had to walk quite a way to find a section of beach which had not been grabbed by Germans, some the colour of walnut all over, and mostly shaved genitals. Those were the prime spots, of course. They arrived by an earlier boat, we learned later.
She told me the island was uninhabited, but there were toilets and a stand selling cold drinks and snacks.
She put down the towels and stripped right off, while I stripped to my shorts.
"Off!" she told me
"Or people will think we're odd. Oh come on!"
She grabbed them and pulled them down, so I shamefacedly stepped out.
My cock cage gleamed in the sunlight.
I had agreed to wear it for the whole of the holiday, and we practised till I could wear it all day, to stop any naughty business, as she put it.
"I'm embarrassed," I told her.
"Why should you be embarrassed? I had to get one of the larger sizes. I would be embarrassed if you got an erection, so it's comforting to know that won't happen. And I think it looks rather good. Think of it as jewellery, drawing attention to your most attractive feature."
She got a bottle out of the bag.
"Now right away, let's put some sunscreen on your delicate areas."
She rubbed it in to spaces between the bars, and also on my balls. My cock strained as hard as it could in response.
"We'll have to repeat it, of course to keep you protected. Now you put lotion on me, and I'll put it on you."
I had to oil every inch of her body, and she did the same to me. Normally a very pleasant task, now it was stimulating but not pleasant. The final touch was on the face, neck and behind the ears, with some sunblock on the nose.
"Now let's introduce ourselves to our neighbours."
There was an older couple, who I guessed might be German, and were. Ella had lived in Germany for a few years, so spoke to them in that language and they laughed.
"I told them why you were wearing a cage, and they said good idea. She said more young men ought to be put in them."
"Hello!" she addressed two girls coming by, probably in their twenties, with a union jack carrier bag, with faint bikini tans.
"I'm Ella, and I'd like you to meet my husband, Gavin."
"I'm Ella too. Snap! And this is Cynthia." came the response.
"Nice to meet you, Ella2, and Cynthia," my Ella replied and the girl was always Ella2 after that.
"What's he got on his thingy?" said Cynthia as she peered short-sightedly at my crotch.
"It's a cock cage. Stops him getting it up and causing embarrassment. There's a padlock, and I have the key."
"I wish I had one for my brother," laughed Ella2, which made her tits wobble enticingly.
It was clear that not only was I to be on view, my 'jewellery' was to be explained to anyone.
It was something quite new, which my wife had actually got sent from America. I was not looking forward to being a trendsetter. I decided I would demand to have it taken off once we got back to the hotel, but the key was locked in the hotel safe and there was three hours until the boat back.
It was a relief to try out the snorkel. Ella (my wife, not Ella2) had always enjoyed swimming, but I had never properly managed to coordinate breathing with the stroke, meaning I tended to gasp a lot, and get water up my nose. The snorkel made everything so easy! It was amazing to see the underwater world. And I don't just mean the fish and the life on the seafloor. Seeing naked people underwater with parts floating about was quite amusing. My parts weren't floating of course.
Coming out we towelled off and she poured some drinking water over my cage so that salt did not dry on it. And of course there was then the unwanted stimulation of oiling each other's bodies, and her special attention to the gaps between my cage bars.
There were two English lads, probably in their late twenties or early thirties, quite big and muscular. I guessed they probably worked on building sites or something similar, as their tops were tanned but they were white below the waist.
She went over to talk to them, and there was an amazing sight of my naked wife standing close to these fine specimens of manhood. I think she's pretty damn attractive, and I think they agreed. Their cocks definitely rose a bit and mine was trying painfully to do the same.
I knew what she was telling them. They laughed as she pointed, and one of them leaned forward and said something.
Was he offering to fill her gap while I was unable?
Oh fuck! I couldn't help finding the idea so exciting. It was horrifying but impossible not to think about this hunk pumping into her.
A little later Cynthia came by with her spectacles and was a permitted to peer closely. She and the two Ellas went off a little way and sniggered together.
It was a relief when the boat came put-put-putting back and Ella said that was enough sun for the first day. The two English girls thought the same, but the walnut Germans and the English lads stayed on. Somehow I didn't get the courage to demand to be released. I think I was too relieved not to be on display. There was a bit of a bulge in my shorts but at least it was pointing down, and I don't think anyone was looking at me, when there were so many other people worth looking at.
The afternoon was spent on a bus tour of local beauty spots. (Boring!) That evening I found Ella had invited the two girls to join us for dinner. Ella2 was wearing a really low-cut dress, and Cynthia's smaller boobs moved enticingly through a nearly transparent and clinging top. My wife got me to agree that they looked really good, and they said they fancied me, and what a shame I was married. Obviously a put-up job, and I certainly would have put up if I'd been able.
The girls had somehow missed the British beefcake, so Ella said she would introduce them tomorrow.
My cage came off for a shower, a bit of after-sun lotion and a short bit of freedom, before cold water and fresh imprisonment. As it seemed OK, she said I would just have to shower with it on for the rest of the time, unless some soreness developed.
That evening I had to finger and lick her to two orgasms. Afterwards she said one was for Ben (circumcised) and one for Ernie (uncircumcised), the British lads, and invited me to dream of Ella2 and Cynthia. I had an uncomfortable night.
CHAPTER 2
Next morning the girls were in the boat with us, but the boys weren't and the boatman told us there was a second landing at the North of the beach where another boat came from a different dock.
The girls decided to walk up to the North to see if any English-speaking talent was about. My wife insisted I oiled the girls' backs, including bums and thighs, before they set out.
While queueing at the drinks stand, I noticed there were condoms on display and remarked on the fact. Two very brown Germans in front of us turned round, and the man said "You are English?"
I said yes, and said "come with me," and waved us to one side. Ella spoke to him in German, but he insisted on speaking English. He pointed to the grassy dunes behind the stand and told us there were many hollows there where people went to make love. He said if I and my wife wished to make love, it was accepted, providing we respected other couples' privacy and looked away while finding our own hollow.
His wife said something, and he added that we should put used condoms in the bin behind the stall.
She said something else, and pointed down. He looked a bit surprised, before telling us something else.
He said the North side was the family area with shallow water for paddling, games pitches and other facilities for children. It was understood the South beach was a quiet area for adults. I got the message but his wife had something to say.
"In naturist clubs, genital decorations are not permitted, only the pure body. But I think yours is very nice. I have not seen such a thing before. I perhaps shall have one on Wolfgang at home if you tell me where to buy."
Ella got her phone number and promised to send details.
The girls got back without seeing any talent. It was mostly old people and families with kids, but they were pleased to know about the bonking facilities, and hoped to use them tomorrow.
