Honeymoon in Hawaii
Preface
This is the second part of the continuing saga of Brooke and Brad. The first part of their story was captured in Couples Camp. Although this is a stand-alone story, I highly recommend reading the first part too. A word of warning, both Couples Camp and Honeymoon in Hawaii contain elements of: cuckolding, chastity, BDSM, and sharing. I hope you enjoy.
Chapter 2
The loud ring of the phone woke Brad from his deep slumber. The room still as dark as night, he fumbled with the receiver, picking it up and pressing it against his ear. It was a prerecorded message.
"Good morning, this is your 6:00 wake up call. We hope you have a wonderful day." The cheerful female voice declared.
Brad rolled himself out of bed, second guessing his decision to meet with Maximilian this early for a round of golf. It had only been a little over eighteen hours since they had arrived on the island for their honeymoon and already Brad was leaving his lovely bride alone.
Brooke lay there, blissfully asleep, the room still filled with the smell of their love making. Brad had filled Brooke with his seed three times since their nuptials and was looking forward to doing it again. They had discussed starting a family again last night, right before drifting off to sleep holding one another. Both of them excited at the prospect of carrying on the Simmons family name.
Brad hopped in the shower half asleep, twisting the handle the wrong way; the shock of the cold water jetting out hitting his body and instantly jolting him awake. Readjusting the temperature he quickly cleaning off the pool water mixed with the shared fluid from Brooke and jumped out.
Brad quietly flipped through the clothes hanging in the closet and found a pair of tan slacks and polo that seemed perfect for a morning on the lynx. Brad was trying to hurry but didn't want to wake up Brooke, she looked so peaceful laying there naked with her leg hanging out from under the covers.
Brad slid on his clothes for the day grabbing a pair of socks from the drawer and a pair of lace up shoes from the closet and walked into the living room to sit, and put them on. He no sooner got his shoes tied when he heard a soft knock on the condo door.
"Mr. Simmons. I'm here to pick you up sir." The polite young man said.
"Oh, one second please," Brad quietly responded, before darting back into the bedroom to retrieve his wallet and cell phone.
"Ok. I'm ready." Brad declared as he returned to the door.
Brad followed the young man dressed in a Hawaiian shirt and shorts to a waiting golf cart parked just up the path a few yards.
"I've been instructed to take you to the clubhouse to meet Mr. Holden." The kind chauffeur informed Brad, as he stepped on the peddle, and continued on.
The sun was quickly rising up to light the morning sky, not a cloud visible for as far as the eye could see. It was going to be another beautiful day in paradise Brad thought to himself.
"It sure is beautiful, isn't it?" Brad said, trying to strike up a conversation with the young man.
The two men had a polite conversation on the short ride to the golf course, before arriving at the door to the clubhouse.
"I hope you have a good day sir." The young man said as Brad got up from his seat.
"Oh thank you and you do the same."
Brad swung the door to the clubhouse open and standing right there was none other than Maximilian himself.
"Good morning Brad."
"Good morning Maximilian." Brad responded.
"Oh please, it's Max. After last night I think we're good enough friends for that. Don't you?" Max bellowed cheerfully slapping Brad on the shoulder.
"Well I guess you're right, Max." Brad responded replaying the vision of Max from the night before.
"Ok then, let's get you some golf shoes and a set of clubs." Max announced pushing Brad towards interior of the shop, his hand still on Brad's shoulder.
"Yes sir Mr. Holden." One of the men working there quickly responded.
Max directed the man to a pair of shoes for Brad and in a matter of minutes they had found just the right pair.
"Ok let's hit the course buddy." Max roared, heading out the shop and to the waiting golf cart.
"I got you a loaner set." Max said hopping in the driver's seat ready to head to the first hole.
Max speed around the clubhouse and came to a stop along the path next to the first tee.
"You wanna go first Brad, or you want me to?" Max asked inexplicably laughing, as he pulled his driver out of the bag.
"Um, you go first Max. I probably should have told you last night, I'm not a very good golfer. I've only been a few times and I didn't do that well." Brad confessed, as he dug through the bag and withdrew a driver.
"Oh that's ok bud, I fancy myself somewhat of a good teacher so I'll give you a few pointers; hopefully have you up to speed in no time." Max again chuckled at his own comment.
At first Brad didn't pick up on what was so funny but soon realized Max was chuckling at the double entendre of his statements.
Max placed a ball down on the tee and took a few practice swings.
"Time to let the big dog eat." He said smacked the ball perfectly down the center of the fairway.
"Ok Brad let's see what you got, well actually I think I've already seen that." Max laughed again.
Brad felt like Max was making fun of him, referring to the difference in the size of their personal stick, rather than anything golf related. Brad set his tee and took a few practice swings, before taking a final swing at the ball, topping it and sending it bouncing down the fairway.
"Well at least you hit it buddy, and it's in the fairway, so you're still in the game." Max announced.
Brad felt out of his league already. What was he thinking agreeing to go golfing with someone like this? Max was obviously an experienced golfer. Brad had no right being out here on a course like this with a man like this he thought to himself. Brad slid his club back in to the bag and took his place next to Max.
"Don't worry buddy, a few pointers and I'll have you scoring in no time." Max started laughing.
