Cuced in the Tropics

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The following story is a work of fiction. It contains themes of cheating, cuckoldry, voyeurism, exhibitionism and NTR. If this isn't the fetish for you, don't waste your time flooding my inbox with hate mail-- it'll only make me want to write and post MORE cuck stuff (unless, of course, that's your goal...)

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CUCKED IN THE TROPICS Ch. 06

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It was late morning when Jake started to drift to the surface of sleep. At first, he had no memory of who or where he was. Then as he grew more aware, the comfortable veil of ignorance vanished and he remembered his previous concerns and insecurities-- particularly with Callie returning to the hotel room so late last night after a night out with Mei and Andre.

But before that thought could fully invade his psyche, he was startled by a strange feeling in his crotch. Warm wetness around his cock, and the feeling of movement-- like being on a ship. When his eyes opened, he was greeted to a startling sight.

Callie was on top of him, straddling his lap. She was completely naked. Her tits wobbled and shook in front of his face. Her head was tilted back and her eyes were shut. Her hips were moving slowly up and down. She was sighing.

Jake glanced down. At some point while he'd been asleep, Callie had discreetly slid his pajama pants off. She was riding him, her breath coming out in soft, excited pants. His cock disappeared again and again into her slit. She was very wet.

He was still in a daze, having just woke up. He was disoriented. The room was dark, the shades drawn.

"Callie. What's happening?" He started to sit up.

"Shhhhh," she put her finger to his mouth, bit her own lip, and continued to ride a little faster now that he was awake.

Jake was completely thrown off. While he'd obliviously slept, Callie had shed her clothes, undressed Jake, climbed on top of him, and fucked him without him even knowing. He'd have a million questions... if he didn't find it so depraved and so sexy at the same time.

She leaned her body over him, her big tits hanging down in front of his face. His hands went to her hips and he held on, enjoying the feeling of her riding smoothly up and down along his length. She was very wet. All thoughts of last night... all questions, all worries vanished in the feeling of her juicy body consuming his cock in slow sensual motions.

Callie's eyes were shut, she looked like she was concentrating. Her breasts swayed hypnotically in front of Jake's face. He couldn't resist leaning up and cupping them.

Callie's hands shot out, grasped his and pinned them to the bed over his head. "No," she moaned. She sashayed her hips slowly from side to side as she continued to ride. Her tits shook from the movement. "No. Let me... let me serve you," she said, eyes still shut. As she rode, she leaned forward until her tits pressed to Jake's face.

Jake was thrown off by her choice of words. But once she grazed her big round tits across his mouth, he didn't much care. It was just Callie feeling weird, frisky, and adventurous. He opened his mouth and sucked. Her pink nipple was hard as a pebble, and he ran his tongue around her warm yielding flesh.

Callie pressed her tits harder into his face as she worked her hips. The sensation was heavily erotic. He sucked and licked and slobbered on her tits. "Suck them," she moaned softly. She threw her head back, flicking the blonde hair from her face. Her eyes still shut in focused concentration, and the set of her mouth was tight and determined. "Suck these big white titties," she purred the last few words softly.

Jake barely heard her over the sound of his excited breathing. Something about her big titties. Then he was burying his face into her soft smooth skin and going from one to the other, licking noisily.

As Callie pinned him to the bed, she began to move quicker now. Her breath coming in little exhales. Her hips were sinking deeper and deeper into his lap. She was grunting softly. The headboard started to thump against the wall. The sound reminded Jake of drums.

Callie grew wetter. She leaned upright, sitting on his lap. She twerked her hips as she rode. Her hair fell across her face. Callie let it rest there. Her eyes were still shut. Her boobs jiggled and bounced.

Jake's sunburnt chest was beginning to hurt again. He shut his eyes and clenched his way through it. When he opened them, Callie's hips were in a frenzy, going back and forth like she was mounted atop a galloping horse.

"Oh yes!" She cried out hoarsely. "Yes, yes!" Callie had grown up riding horses. She was good at riding. But her hips were getting away from her, and Jake could feel his member slipping.

His cock slipped out of her pussy from her rough and rowdy movements. He saw a momentary flash of disappointed cross her face, then Callie was groping for Jake's cock, and reinserted him into her warmth. Callie resumed her feverish riding. And a moment later, Jake's cock slid out of her again.

Callie let out a grunt of annoyance.

"Sorry, you're just really wet," Jake said, a little intimidated by her aggression.

"Yeah, that's the problem," Callie said, a flash of sarcasm and an eye roll.

The comment made Jake's brow furrow, but before he could question it further, Callie was stuffing his cock back inside of her and she was resuming her rough ride on his lap. Jake grunted.

"Not so fast," he plead, feeling the sunburn start to sting on his shoulders and back as the bed wobbled and shook.

Callie wasn't listening. She was running her hands through her hair, pulling it back from her face. Her hips swayed back and forth with each bounce, like she was on a horse, and her tits jiggled in a continual fierce wobble.

"Careful, careful," he hissed between his clenched teeth.

She rested her hands on Jake's chest. Her body going up and down with invigorated energy. Jake grunted when she touched his burn, his whole body going rigid and tense.

This seemed to infuriate Callie. "Just be a man, and fuck me already!" She grunted.

Jake was completely thrown off. Callie had never said something like that to him. He was in such shock that he couldn't think of anything to do but suck up his discomfort and thrust back. His toes clenched as he lifted his hips off the bed, bucking up into her from beneath.

"Fuck me! Fuck me!" She demanded.

Jake wasn't used to hearing Callie curse. She usually spoke with air of innocence that reminded him of Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz. "Oh me, oh my!" Her vulgar words sounded... clean.

The tempo of her riding was increasing. The smacking of the headboard off the wall was beginning to sound like a stampede of horse hooves. Things rattled on the nightstand.

Jake was grunting. His chest was burning, even as Callie's fingers circled into fists, tracing lines down his skin with her nails.

"Uhhh... uhhhh... uhhhhnnnn..." she was moaning. One hand mercifully coming off of Jake to rub her own bouncing breast.

Jake was feeling less and less like they were having sex with each other, and more like Callie was having sex *on* him. Like she was using him to get herself off.

He was out of breath. His own body just struggling to keep up-- to meet her thrusts and her insatiable lust.

He reached his hand to her hips, trying to slow her down. She waved him off. Her ass jiggled enthusiastically. Jake was grunting in pleasure, but he bit his lip. Her movements were just too aggressive.

"I'm slipping out again, baby," he moaned.

"Ugh... no," she sounded disappointed, desperate.

"I can readjusted..." he suggested.

She sighed in annoyance. She sank lower and his cock popped free of her wetness. "Ugh, this kind of thing wouldn't happen if you were bigger," she grunted, adjusting her body, and resuming her rough ride.

Jake was in shock. Callie had uttered the remark under her breath, but definitely loud enough for him to hear her. She wanted him to be bigger? What the hell? She'd never complained of his size before. Where was this coming from?

But Jake didn't have time to process it. Callie leaned herself forward again and mashed her big tits against his chest. The sunburn stung, but her tits pressing heavily against his chest, grazing back and forth always got him dangerously excited. He could feel his cock growing.

"Oh that's it," Callie purred as she felt the swelling inside of her. "That's it... make it big for me... I want it big..."

Jake held on, feeling the smooth up and down of her jiggling ass beneath his palms. He couldn't process her words. He was too excited, too horny, too...

"Oh god... I'm gonna... baby I'm gonna."

Normally Callie welcomed the orgasm. She used her tits to coax it out of him. But this time, there was disappointment in her voice. "No..." she groaned. "Nooo... keep going... keep fucking me."

"Baby, seriously, I'm going to--"

"Hold it, please," she cried out, moaning in his ear. Her speed increased. Her hips bucked. Her ass sat lower and lower in his lap, like she was searching his shaft for her own release-- a release that she'd never find.

There was an urgency to her bouncing-- on borrowed time now to get her climax.

Unfortunately, Jake's came first. "Oh baby, ohhhh," he cried out as Callie collapsed on top of him in defeat. Her big heavy breasts resting on his sun scalded chest. Jake's body stiffened, his cock swelled to only slightly bigger than his normal five and a half inches. She felt the tell-tale spasm in his manhood, and it was followed by a small but warm dribble of his cum leaving his body and flowing into hers. A few spasms followed the first, and each one brought a new, but small amount.

It was nothing like what she saw yesterday in the sauna. The way Andre's impossibly huge cock and erupted like a volcano that spewed hot spunk in all directions. The way it seemed to cover everything that he wanted to claim as his own-- the bench, the sauna floor, and Callie...

She was wet again, but something was different. Had she even cum this time with Jake? If she had, she had barely noticed. It was nothing like the excited one last night on the dance floor in front of hundreds of people, and nothing like the gushing one later in the sauna with Andre's fingers in her body.

"Are you okay?" Jake asked from beneath her. Her hips continued to gyrate, long after Jake's cock had gone limp. He popped out of her wetness as though her body were rejecting her own husband's manhood.

Callie sat back, and offered a sly sexy smile that she wasn't really feeling. Regardless, she decided it would be best to wear the face as a mask, to hide her feelings from last night. She still wasn't sure how she was feeling after everything, and her conscience was her biggest enemy.

She sat back, "Fine," she smiled. As she climbed off of Jake, he was immediately on his feet, hissing through the pain of his sunburn as he hurried to the bathroom to wipe the cum from his dripping cock. Callie caught a brief glimpse of his mostly limp dick. Pale and pinkish and shrinking like a wilting flower. The last thing she saw was Jake's slumped pink shoulders as he scampered to the bathroom like an Imp being frightened back to his cave.

Andre wouldn't have just ashamedly run away after an orgasm. Not like that. He would have tucked his hands behind his head, and waited... waited for Callie to be the good little slut and clean up the mess of cum from his body. He'd want her to pamper him until he was satisfied. Then he'd dismiss her first.

Callie heard the toilet flush, waiting awkwardly by the foot of the bed, naked and disappointed. She'd spent last night in a fog. Though she'd fallen asleep almost instantly, any waking moment had been a storm of memories, thoughts, and emotions. Guilt was always there-- the looming thunderstorm. Along with the fear-- the fear of getting caught. But each time she thought of Andre, there was undeniable excitement that spurred a desire between her legs that she never felt before. Andre had danced with her, kissed her, masturbated her, climaxed on her, and owned her. That last was the part that titillated her the most-- the way he carted her around with his hand on her back, or his arm around her hips, the way he dressed her, and showed her off, the way he made a display that she belonged to him. There was no doubt in her mind now, no neurotic questions to ask herself or situations to over analyze. She could have him. If she wanted, he would fuck her without protest or apology. This enormous muscular hung black stud would mate with her like an animal. And probably not just once, but again and again... maybe even as his only girl from now on... if he wanted.

It was all she could do to keep herself from masturbating, and when she'd awaken in the morning, she was hornier than ever. That was part of the reason she had climbed on top of Jake and fucked him while she was still asleep. It would also help distract him from asking the important questions about last night. Those questions would be inevitable. But it might make her look less guilty if she could show her husband that she still lusted for him. It might snap her out of this downward spiral she was in, and bring her back from la-la land. But it didn't help. With Jake, Callie needed to close the curtains in the room. With Jake, Callie needed to shut her eyes, and take herself back to last night. With Jake, she couldn't be as rough and uninhibited as he wanted to be, without his little pink cock slipping out of her pussy over and over again. And with Jake, his conclusion was disappointing and unimpressive, and her climax had been non-existent.

Callie had never been that with Jake before. Yes, sex didn't always end in an orgasm for her, but she had never actually felt a disappointment in Jake before now. She wasn't a moron. Callie knew that her perceptions of Andre had everything to do with this. His chiseled body, towering physique, sexy unabashed confidence, and enormous manhood had completely altered her perspective of men-- namely what she was attracted to. Poor Jake was just suffering the fallout of that.

Callie suspected that the best way to counter it would be to distance herself from Andre. Focus more on Jake, and turn off her thoughts to the man. Eventually Jake would become the center of her thoughts once again, and Andre would become a distant peripheral-- a fading memory of a time where she'd almost gone astray.

But in order to do that, she would need to do two things-- manage her guilt in order to keep Jake from finding out, so that things could smoothly transition back to normal just as quickly as they'd gone astray; and lastly, she needed to part ways with Andre. That last part would have to be done tactfully. She couldn't just ignore him. That might make him more aggressive or resentful. She didn't need him getting mad and telling Jake about the awful things she'd done last night while drunk. But she owed him a genuine face to face meeting for that-- he had, after all, spent a considerable amount of money on her, at his own insistence. She needed to thank him, but she also needed to be firm, practical, and tell him in an understanding way that they needed to establish boundaries, and whatever happened between them could go no further and could never happen again.

Easy, right? Maybe. Why was her heart thundering at the thought, then? She was staring off into space when Jake emerged from the bathroom, looking satisfied, having recovered his wits, and looking wide awake.

"What was that all about?" Jake asked, still a little disoriented. His hair had cowlicks from bed-head.

Callie could feel the guilt in the way she held her eyes and her mouth. There was no escaping that. But maybe she could use it to divert. "My version of an apology," she replied. "I'm sorry I was out so late. We got a little too drunk and Mei wasn't feeling like herself." Not quite a lie. She couldn't fault herself for that. She wasn't lying.

Jake laughed. "Wow... if that's how you apologize, I accept." He ran his hands over his sun burn and hissed again.

"Sorry, I guess I got carried away. How's the sun burn?"

"It still hurts," Jake frowned, poking at the tender areas of his body. Gross blisters jutted in places near his shoulders. Callie found them nauseating to look at.

"Well listen, don't push it," she said, heading for the bathroom to wash up after their morning romp. "If you're in pain, why don't you stay in again today and relax?" The suggestion was already waiting for the right moment to come flying from her lips. This seemed like the right time.

"Baby, this is our vacation. And I'm not doing anything but laying around," Jake looked miserable and self loathing.

"Exactly. Key word 'vacation'. It shouldn't be stressful. It should be relaxing. So lay down and relax." Callie stepped into the bathroom and eyed herself in the mirror. She was actually a little pleased by her own reflection. She looked hot and sexy, even with the lingering remnants of her alcohol buzz. But that's not what she was looking for. She was looking to see if the events of last night were written all over her face. Surprisingly-- they weren't. She smiled at herself, relieved. That's because this Andre business would be behind her soon, and she'd be back on track. Nothing to feel guilty about.

She gave a little spin and twirl in front of the mirror as she started the shower water, and giggled softly to herself. Callie hadn't given much thought to her level of attractiveness before, but looking at herself, she felt a little giddy. Good enough to attract a man like Andre. Good enough to attract any man. Wow. Not that she needed to. She was just a housewife, cutting loose a little. Now that she thought of it, last night she'd acted no different than a drunk girl in a strip club during her bachelorette party. And since she hadn't had a rowdy hen party before her wedding (her's had been a wine tasting, followed by a painting class on the winery terrace), last night had been sort of her belated party.

That thought made her feel better, and by the time she finished her shower, she felt like her old perky self again. She'd refrained from touching herself in the shower, even though the impulse was there. She needed to be clearheaded, even though her denied orgasm weighed heavily on her body.

She dressed in capris jeans that stopped just below her knees and showed off the smooth pale skin of her calves. They were tight against her butt and hugged her hips. She opted for a bright green T-shirt with the faded logo of last year's school "Fun in the Sun" field day. Students had signed it with shaky penmanship, hearts, and smiley faces. The shirt had shrunk and faded with heavy use, but it always made Callie smile. It clung to her body like a second skin, hugging her boobs tightly and pulling snug against her belly. When she moved, it worked its way up her hips and showed hints of stomach and naval. It definitely was nothing flashy or expensive, but for the day she had planned, it was fine. She picked out a pair of tennis shoes, and a pair of comfy green socks with horse shoes printed on them.

Jake watched her dress as he applied a thick layer of aloe to his shoulders. "What are your plans for the day?" he asked, sighing as the cream went to work on his burn.

"I'm just going to go for a walk today, I think," she was bent over, intently lacing her sneaker, her hair hung freely over each shoulder.

"No rowdy parties?" Jake asked, making light of yesterday's situation. Now that the sun was up, it all really did seem like a distant memory.

"No. I've had my fill of liquor for a long time," Callie laughed. "I figured I want to burn off those empty calories, and enjoy the sunny weather. Want to come? Maybe we could do some hiking?" It was a calculated gamble on Callie's part. If Jake said yes, then her efforts to distance herself from Andre would be delayed.