Honeymoon in Hawaii

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.

Was this guy a non-stop double entendre of sexual references all the time or was this just for Brad's benefit, he thought, as they flew down to Brad's ball about 150 yards down the fairway.

"Ok, grab your five iron and let me see you swing the club a few times." Max suggested.

Brad took a few swings at the grass before Max stopped him. Max gave him a few pointers changing the way Brad gripped the club and showing him how to bend his knees a little more and keep his head down through the swing. Brad did as he was instructed and after a few more swings to show he understood, stepped up to the ball.

"Now that's a swing." Max cheered.

Brad had hit the ball firmly causing it to leap up from the club face and fly through the air straight at its target. Brad couldn't help but feel accomplished. That had to be the best ball he had every hit, and it felt good.

"That's what I'm talking about." Max encouraged Brad as he sat down once again the cart.

They sped up the path another 150 yards where both their balls sat only a few yards from one another, right out in the middle of the fairway. Max pulled a seven iron from his bag and took a smooth whack at his ball, bouncing it on the front edge of the green before it rolled onward.

"I would say take your five iron again and just hit this thing like you did the last one." Max optimistically said.

Brad took a few practice swings again before stepping up the ball and hitting it dead center on the head of the club.

"Yeah," Max yelled as if his team had just made a touchdown on Super Bowl Sunday.

Brad watched as his ball hit the front edge of the green almost exactly where Max's had landed and rolling out of sight.

Max patted his buddy on the back as he got in the cart, congratulating him on the good shot.

"Great shot buddy, I had a feeling you were a quick learner. " Max roared.

Brad was feeling good about the accolades, but once again felt like Max wasn't just referring to golf. Once at the green Max gave Brad a few pointers about putting and then moved out of the way to let him take his shot. Brad's first attempt to sink the ball failed but after watching Max sink his put, Brad was able to send his home as well.

"All right man, one over isn't bad, we're gonna make a player out of you yet." Max snickered.

Brad was getting used to Max's constant sexual inferences, and realized he was just trying to be friendly. Max was just a guy joking with a buddy, and having fun with it.

"Well I might have gotten it in the hole after you, but I got it in the hole." Brad snapped back.

"That's it man, you get it." Max laughed

"You're ok, you know I like you." Max said.

"I don't waste my time with people I don't respect Brad, I'm a busy man, I don't have time for fake people or users. God knows there are plenty of those out there."

"I want to talk to you a little more about what happened last night." He continued as they rolled on to the next hole.

"First off I want you to know I didn't mean any disrespect when I approached your wife at the pool yesterday. I couldn't help but notice her in the pool and had to go introduce myself. I have to tell you buddy, I did my best to convince her to come have a drink with me but she was having nothing to do with it. She made it clear she was on her honeymoon and wasn't about to screw around behind her husband's back." Max explained.

"But something told me Brooke was up for a little more than she was letting on, and I decided to keep an eye on you two. I hope you're not pissed off buddy." Max said sounding genuinely concerned.

"What do you mean you kept an eye on us?" Brad asked a little worried he was being driven around by a stalker.

"Well it wasn't hard man you two never left the cabana until you went to the hot tub." Max chuckled.

"Newlyweds close all the blinds in their cabana, on their first day on their honeymoon. I assume you were taking care of that sexy little wife of yours. "Max said his tone getting a little more serious.

"Well yeah, we were making love." Brad acknowledged.

"Did you wonder what she was talking to me about at the pool? " Max asked solemnly.

"Well I did at the time, but the next thing I knew Brooke was back and in my lap." Brad explained.

"Yeah I know. Who do you think told her to do that?" Max said with a mischievous smile.

Brad was shocked at the insinuation that Max was the reason his wife had thrust herself upon him. She is a sexually liberated woman, on her honeymoon, and wanted to make love to her husband. What was so uncommon about that, that there had to be some other nefarious reason behind it?

"Well I have to admit I badgered her a little, accusing her of lying to me about being there with her new husband, just to get rid of me. I told her if she was really there with her new husband to go to him right now and fuck him, so I could know she wasn't lying." Max earnestly informed Brad.

"I just wanted to get the air clear before anything else. I didn't know you at the time and I just saw Brooke as a beautiful woman. I went back to the pool later that night, and noticed you two getting into the hot tub. I figured I would come introduce myself, and well you know the rest." Max continued.

The two men continued their game finishing the front nine and decided to take a break and get some breakfast. Gradually their conversation veered away from mundane daily topics and back to the sexually charged topic of the hot tub.

"Well obviously you liked what happened last night, and so did Brooke." Max said taking a sip of his coffee.

"What I want to know is, would you like it to continue?"

Brad sat there trying to sort out exactly what was happening. Max seemed like a nice guy, Brad really liked him. Max was the kind of guy Brad could see being friends with, but now he was asking if he could share his new wife.

"You want me to share my wife with you?" Brad blurted out, making sure he understood what Max was asking for.

"No, no Brooke is your wife; I would never want to get between you two. But if you like what we did last night I can assure you that's only that was nothing. I have a unique hobby, and a fairly good set of skills I would enjoy sharing with a couple like you two." Max explained.

"I would like to be your friend Brad. I would like to help you with your golf game, and maybe even teach you a few other things too. Like I said I don't meet too many people I'm willing to spend time with, and I think you and I could be good friends."

"So what about Brooke?" Brad asked, still confused about what exactly Max was suggesting.

"Well obviously Brooke would have to agree as well, but I would like to have some fun with both of you. I think we could all have a good time with one another and maybe I can share some of my knowledge with both of you."

Brad was intrigued at what Max was proposing. He loved the passion her slutty antics aroused in them both, and had certainly gotten off on watching her suck Max. Something about her uncontrollable sexual exploration drove Brad mad with lust for her. Watching her with Nick was almost like watching a married couple make love. It fueled the jealousy in Brad unlike any other. Her obvious feelings for him scared Brad, but he had learned to push that aside. Logan was just a big dick, both figuratively and literally. He was always trying to get under Brad's skin but deep down Brad knew he just wasn't Brooke's type. But now here was Max. He was a really nice guy.

"Obviously I'm more of a take charge kind of a guy. And like I told you last night I am sort of a long time practitioner of Shibari. Is that something you would like to learn to do?" Max inquired.

"Well I'm not sure, it seems kind of complicated, but certainly looks cool." Brad admitted.

"It is a little complex but you're a quick learner buddy. I know you will pick it up fast and I think Brooke will love it." Max speculated.

"Well I tell you what, let's finish our game and you think about it. If you don't want to see her helplessly addicted to my cock I understand." Max laughed, as he stood up from the table.

Brad got up from the table reaching into his pocket to get his wallet.

"Oh no, I got this buddy." Max demanded.

"Hey Kimo, bill my room would you?" Max called out to the large man at the breakfast counter.

"You got it boss." He called back.

Brad thanked Max for the meal and the two went on with their game, but Brad struggled to keep his mind from wandering. The thought of seeing Brooke's mouth wrapped around Max's cock excited him. The picture of Brooke holding herself down combined with the sounds of Max counting played over and over in Brad's mind causing him to grow in his shorts.

Max didn't say another word about Brooke or his intentions; he went on with his game as if they were just two old friends enjoying a friendly round of golf in one of the most beautiful places on earth. Brad on the other hand just couldn't stop thinking about it, when they finally rolled up to eighteenth.

"Well, last hole buddy." Max joked, back to his sexually innuendo.

"So what do you say, you up for a little adventure?" Max said as he got out of the cart to tee off the last drive.

"I tell you what; you go enjoy the rest of your day with Brooke. Take her shopping, out to dinner, you know have some fun, and talk about it. If you two would like to see what I have to offer just text me. If I get her text by sundown I will send a car for you two. If I don't hear from her I will leave you both alone, fair enough?" Max kindly said.

"The only thing I ask is she text me not you. I want to be sure Brooke is as agreeable as you obviously are." Max laughed acknowledging the obvious bulge of approval Brad was sporting.

Brad didn't feel pressured by Max at all. Instead he felt as if his friend was offering up a favor that could easily be rejected, but hopeful it would not be.

"Sounds good to me Max," Brad responded, slightly embarrassed Max had noticed his arousal envisioning the possibilities.

To Brad's surprise, when they returned to the clubhouse there stood Brooke.

"How was your golf honey?" She asked giving her husband a pleasant kiss.

"Oh, hi, it was good thanks." Brad responded obvious surprise in his voice.

"I hope you don't mind I came down here, but I wanted to thank Max for my gift." Brooke smiled.

"Oh it was nothing princess, you deserve it." Max graciously acknowledged.

"You two have a great time and I hope to hear from you later tonight." Max added before continuing on in the cart, leaving the newlyweds.

Brad questioned Brooke what she was referring to, and she explained. Max had arranged for her to get a full body renewal at the resorts spa. While the two buddies were golfing Brooke had been papered with a full body coconut scrub.

"Here, feel." Brooke said as she turned to offer up her bare shoulder.

Brad felt her and she was softer than ever. Brooke went on to explain the treatment, which included a full body massage with coconut and rose oil before wrapping her arms around him and whispering in his ear.

"Just wait till you feel the rest of me later."

Brad's mind had spent the last few hours imagining her in all kinds of devious situations, at the mercy of another man, but now he was picturing his angelic bride lovingly offering up her naked body to him. Brad felt a jolt of electricity run down his spine into his groin and instantly displayed his approval.

The rest of the day was spent just as Max had suggested. The two newlyweds took a walk on the beach, went to some shops a few miles down the coast on Front Street, and ultimately ended up at Kimo's, an ocean side restaurant for dinner.

"So I wanted to talk to you about something." Brad hesitantly began the conversation while the two sipped on their before dinner cocktail.

"Max asked me today if we would be interested in exploring some extra fun while we are here on the island with him, and I told him I would talk with you about it." Brad explained.

"Do you know what all that entails?" Brooke said smiling back at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Well I know he likes to tie woman up, and he is obviously a dominate man." Brad acknowledged.

"Obviously, but do you think that's all he wants to do is tie me up?" Brooke questioned.

"Well, after last night, no I'm sure he will want more than to just tie you up."

"And you are ok with that?" Brooke asked.

"Well after Pine Lake I don't think I have too much to worry about, I mean we're here aren't we?" Brad smiled.

"I have to admit, the idea of being tied up by him is exciting but also a little scary, we hardly even know him, or anything about him." Brooke conceded.

"Well I would be with you, and you know I would never let anything happen to you." Brad said with a stern tone.

"If you want to do it, Max wants you to text him before sundown." Brad concluded as their dinner was served.

The two continued with their dinner and watched as the sun gradually disappeared over the water, when Brooke pulled out her phone and started typing. Brad knew what she was doing. She was texting Max. A few seconds later her phone buzzed with a response.

"He wants us to come to his place." Brooke said looking down at her phone.

"He's sending a car here to pick us up." Brooke said as she typed back their location.

Brad nervously paid the check, wondering if he had made the right decision, sanctioning the activities ahead. Brooke on the other hand seemed to be almost giddy with excitement. Smiling at her phone as the response from Max came back. The fear of the unknown was as exhilarating as it was scary for both of them, but soon they would both find out what he had to offer.