Revenge
I could tell Jan was still a little pissed at me for orchestrating her being collectively stripped naked by the villa poolside earlier in the day.
Jan and me were on holiday in Ibiza, Spain with two other couples, Simon & Nina and Ian & Sue. We've all been friends and neighbours for years.
The six of us all went out for beer and pasta the next evening. We'd rented a private villa for our three couple group with its own walled pool area, just a few yards from the beach. Jan sat opposite me pretending to be upset. I caught her smiling when I accidentally knocked over my beer glass and she followed that by sticking her tongue out at me. By the end of the evening she was back at my side, holding my hand as we walked back to the villa along the seafront. Still my girl.
I leaned down near to her ear.
"Sorry for the mishap with your bikini this afternoon," I whispered.
Jan gave me a playful scowl before whispering her response.
"No you're not, you big pig, but you're going to be!"
The others were strolling ahead of us so didn't see Jan grabbing my balls through my shorts and squeezing them as she spoke.
The other two couples woke up earlier than Jan and I the next day. We were still dozing late morning under the duvet when they noisily bussled in through the door with loaded carrier bags. They took these into the pool-side dining area. Plates were clanking as a mini feast of bread, sliced meats, dips and wine were prepared and packed into a hamper for lunch later. I assumed a trip out had been arranged.
I pulled on my underpants, shorts and tee shirt from the floor next to the bed and walked towards the group with my shoes and socks in hand. I paused at the table to finish pulling these on. Looking back through the bedroom door, where Jan showed no sign of following, I trotted back to encourage lazy-bones to get up.
"Time to get up. Wine and lunch stuff is here," I shouted through the open bedroom door.
I received back only a soft groan from under the duvet. I reached out and snatched the duvet from the bed, briefly fully flashing naked Jan in the dimly lit room as the door was still partially open. She shrieked and dragged the duvet back over herself as both of my lusty friends, Ian and Simon, tried to get a good look and pushed the door closed with her foot. A minute or so later, Jan bounded out to join us all at the table, wearing the button-up flowery dress that had spent the night on the floor with the rest of last night's clothing.
Ian and Simon, in between food shopping this morning, had popped into the local marina and arranged a boat rental for the day. Ian had his own small yatch back home, so had no problem handling the 30ft sail boat with the rest of us as his makeshift crew.
We loaded the boat with our wicker food & wine hamper and headed out from our mooring outside San Antonio to anchor off a lovely beach called Platja des Cavallet. There was room on the deck for the girls to spread out their towels and sunbathe once they had shed their loose fitting sun dresses. We could see plenty of topless and also some nude bathers on the beach and in the water. Our ladies all had their two piece swimsuits firmly in place, as they lay out on their stomachs.
"Hay, Jan!", I shouted, pointing at the exposed flesh on the beach, "I thought you had topless plans like that for this trip?"
She just flipped me the finger and continued to doze in the sun.
Ian laughed and leaned towards me to offer what I would later realise were very wise words.
"You're pushing your luck, buddy!"
"We'll see," I said and crept up to the girls. I took hold of the bikini string bow in the middle of Jan's back and pulled it undone. Jan shrieked, flipped over, not seeming to care that her breasts were spilling out of her top. Immediately, the three of them joined forces to wrestle me to the deck. The girls couldn't quite hold me down and I was getting the upper hand when Nina and Sue called for their hubbies to help.
"John is out of control and needs a lesson. Grab his hands!" Nina shouted.
Now I was overwhelmed. Ian and Simon each took firm hold of one of my arms. Jan re-tied her top.
"Let's see how you like it," Jan snapped. She took hold of the bottom of my tee shirt and started to work it up my chest to under my neck. She looked up to Ian and Simon, pointed to the tee shirt bunched at my neck.
"A little help boys?" asked Jan.
One arm at a time was released and the shirt pulled up, over my head and off, casually tossed to the rear of the deck. My friends again held my arms immobile.
"OK, ladies, what shall we do with him?" Jan asked them.
"Leave him to us, Jan," Nina quipped.
"Fine. Do with him as you will," said Jan and sat back against the deck railings with her arms crossed expectantly, "He deserves no mercy."
"First things first," said Sue. "Simon and Ian! Secure the prisoner!"
I did try to struggle but my hands were quickly tied tightly with deck ropes. Ian backed away once I was securely restrained.
"Sorry, my friend. You're on your own." said Simon. He then moved to join Ian at the rear of the deck.
Sue looked at Nina and then pointed at my feet. They each sat firmly on one of my legs and started to pull on my shoe laces with their backs to me.
"Hey! Don't take my shoes off!" I complained.
Nina responded very matter of factly.
"John, we have to take your shoes off otherwise it's going to be very difficult getting your shorts over your feet."
I did not want my briefs exposing to the girls and so I tried again to struggle free, but to no effect. I looked towards Jan for salvation but she just smiled, shrugged and poked her tongue at me.
One at a time my shoes were worked free and off. The girls then turned around and each took hold of my shorts either side of my belt buckle. Sue paused and turned to Jan, just to double check how far she wanted to go.
"Jan, would it be ok if we undid your husband's belt buckle, unzipped his flies and pulled his shorts down? And then maybe even pull them all the way off?" asked Sue, with a cheeky grin.
"No it most certainly would not!", I shouted my interruption, trying to be as serious as I could be and again sought the help of my friends. "Hey guys, I need your help now. Come and untie me, please."
Simon and Ian looked at each other trying to decide between helping their friend or upsetting their wives. Nina held her arm up with her outstretched palm facing them both as a simple but firm command.
"Stay!" she ordered.
