The story of Jake
NOTE: You should read first Jackal54641's story "Cucked in the Tropics". This is an alternative ending (of sort). This is published with the explicit permission of the original author of the series. Also- all characters are 18 years or older and this is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of real people or situations is purely coincidental.
Keep feedback on topic. I am going to ignore low self esteem commenters who can just hurl insults.
Link to the original series, these were really worth my time:
https://www.literotica.com/series/se/299126549
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My name is Jake. I am coming back home from my honeymoon vacation. In the airplane's seat is my beautiful wife Callie, sleeping. It is an idyllic picture.
Except it is not. My newlywed wife did not cheat on me. No, she went much further than this. She fucked every black dick that came close to her, she humiliated and was willing part of the group of cartel thugs who tortured me. Had this happened in the US she would be probably in jail.
And yet I still love her, I cannot stop thinking about what I could have done and what should have been. My heart is in pieces and no amount of alcohol can dull the pain.
She did not realize, but all she was to these guys was a pretty piece of merchandise, sex doll with a pulse. They would have never let her go, she would have stayed as a drugged, sex slave who quickly degrades and loses her natural beauty and is eventually either pushed to a cheap bordel, die of overdose or even gets killed by some of her "friends".
I could see her future so clearly. I just could not let her go through this, no matter how much she hurt me.
And now we are on the plane going home to no home and no future. Everything we had together we left in this god forsaken "paradise". Our luggage, our money, our marriage, our happiness. Our future.
All these things she traded for some big dicks and a week of animal fucking. Quick gratification that costs us everything. My wife was a sexy, but innocent creature, the wife next to me was a cheap, used slut, a whore still leaking cum from her many lovers. I could still smell the musky scent on her, I cannot get it out of my mouth no matter how often I brush my teeth as it was in my mouth too when they forced me to lick her cum filled pussy.
We land and she finally wakes up.
She looks at me, still not fully aware where she was.
"Are we going on a vacation now? Did I have a nightmare?"
I give her a look and she understands. Not anger. My sadness, my defeat. She understands and starts weeping. Silently and desperately.
