Author's Note:
I wasn't sure whether to place this in Loving Wives or NonConsent/Reluctance, but since it is about a wife who will do anything to save her husband I decided to put it here. This story contains sex between a wife and someone who is not her husband. If you're not interested in that, then don't read any further. Comments welcome.
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I felt terrible. I was sitting on a secluded beach that most people would consider paradise, but my head hurt, my tongue felt swollen, my throat was sore, my left arm, right leg, and a couple of ribs were broken, and to top it all off I was pretty sure my wife Stephi was somewhere back in the trees on this deserted island fucking another man. I had heard them the night before when they thought I was sleeping and recovering from my injuries, then this morning they hurried off to look for food.
We were on vacation, at least that's how everything started. It was our second year anniversary and we had decided to splurge on a trip to the Bahamas. The trip had started out wonderful; we spent the first two days sunning and relaxing on the beach. On the morning of our third day there, while we were setting up on the beach, Stephi spotted a yacht and pointed it out to me. She told me what kind it was, but I don't remember.
While she was growing up, her parents had always had a yacht. I suffered from severe seasickness and hated going out on any boat of any kind so couldn't tell you the first thing about them. Stephi seemed very impressed with the yacht and wanted to get a closer look. We picked up the few things we had brought with us and headed down the beach to the marina where the yacht appeared to be going.
When we got there, we could see several couples around our age on one of the the docks joking and having a good time as they prepared to board the yacht. Stephi was eager to talk to them, but because of my bad experiences with boats I hung back a little. Stephi is very outgoing and quickly made friends with everyone there. I was welcomed also and easily fell in with the others.
Stephi started asking questions about the yacht and someone introduced her to the owner so he could answer everything. She brought him over to me and introduced us. His name was Steven and he seemed like a really good guy. The others were all his friends that he had invited down for a few days. He invited us to go out with them, but I declined and mentioned my seasickness.
Steven and I started talking about the various remedies for seasickness while Stephi walked away and started mingling with some of the others. After we had gone through every cure for seasickness that Steven could think of, and determined that I had tried them all with no luck, he told me how he had ended up in the Bahamas.
Steven had been a hedge-fund manager that made it big in a short amount of time and retired at a very young age. He moved down to the Bahamas, bought a yacht and never looked back. He regularly invited his friends down to visit, which is what we had stumbled into.
"You must pull a lot of ass with that thing," I said, indicating his boat.
Steven laughed. "Yeah," he said. "I met her yesterday," he told me, pointing to a blonde that looked like a supermodel. "Most days I can find a woman on vacation willing to hang out for a while."
"You're one lucky bastard," I said with a grin.
Steven shrugged. "My life is what it is. I think you're the lucky one." I gave him a quizzical look. "Ass is ass," he said, "and I would trade all the ass I get to find a woman like your Stephi. Look at my date, I can't even remember her name, and then look at Stephi and tell me what you see."
The two women weren't conversing, but at the moment they happened to be close to each other so it was easy to look at them at the same time. I think I could see what he meant. There was no doubt that had you shown a picture of the two women side by side, ninety-nine out of one hundred men would say the blonde was more attractive. But while his blonde companion appeared to be talking and having a good time, something about the way she acted looked disingenuous. There wasn't any one thing I could point to that screamed "fake", but her whole persona seemed contrived.
Stephi was very attractive too, she just wasn't supermodel attractive; she turned men's heads wherever she went. There was no comparison in how their personalities shone through. Stephi was real and you could tell. She was the kind of woman that put other people at ease. Her face looked cute and innocent, but there was a sexual wickedness behind her smile that spoke volumes. Men and women alike were instantly attracted to her. There is no doubt in my mind that if you brought those same one-hundred men here to watch the two women interact with other people, ninety-nine of them would choose to take my Stephi home.
"I see what you mean," I told him.
"Yeah. I can get ass anytime dude. But a woman like Stephi..." he shrugged again. "All the money, yachts, and cars won't guarantee you'll find a woman like her."
This conversation probably should have disturbed me but it didn't. Steven has that way about him. He's always relaxed and he makes you feel relaxed too. He also wasn't leering or staring at Stephi in a weird way; he hardly looked at her at all. His attention was focused on me, as if I were the most important person in the world to him at that time. I liked him from the start and thought he was a real good guy.
Steven and his friends finished loading the last of their gear on the boat and were getting ready to head out. Most of them were on board and waiting while Steven and a few others made sure nothing was forgotten. Stephi was beside me watching them with envy.
"Are you sure I can't convince you guys to come along?" Steven asked one last time. My stomach lurched at the thought, but I could feel the excitement coming from Stephi. She desperately wanted to go and was only staying behind because of me.
"No, I can't," I told Steven putting a hand on my stomach. "You can go if you want," I said to Stephi.
"But it's our anniversary," she said. I could tell that even though she was protesting, she really wanted to go.
"We'll be here for several days," I assured her. "You may never get a chance like this again for a while. I'll be ok by myself for a few hours."
"Thank you! I love you!" she exclaimed and jumped up to give me a kiss. She broke away and ran up to the boat yelling, "Wait for me!" I watched her board, happy that she would get a chance to go boating with some good people but a little sad that we wouldn't spend the day together, especially as I watched her cute bottom as she boarded the yacht. She was wearing a very small pair of shorts over her string bikini bottoms which left little to the imagination. The ache in my groin at the sight was almost enough to overcome my fear of seasickness but I managed to stay on the dock.
I watched the boat leave and waved at Stephi. I could see her waving back with a big smile on her face. Once they were nothing more than a tiny speck, I walked back to the beach. I read and rested all day. My thoughts occasionally drifted to Stephi and whether or not she was having a good time.
Just as the sun was beginning to set, I spotted the yacht coming back into view. I was near the dock and knew Stephi would have to pass me on the way back to the hotel so I stayed where I was and watched them come in. Once the yacht was docked I watched as a stream of Steven's friends disembarked. The stream stopped but there was no sign of Stephi. I waited several minutes and she still hadn't appeared but a light on the boat was still on. I was getting up to go look for her when she finally emerged, followed by Steven and the blonde. I waved and started packing my towel and book back in my bag.
Stephi had a huge smile on her face when they reached me. She and Steven were talking about the yacht and how it compared to other boats. The blonde seemed annoyed but was trying hard not to let it show.
"Did you have a good time?" I asked.
"It was a blast!" she said energetically. "Steven's yacht is so cool. He even let me pilot it! You wouldn't believe how much power it has. It puts all the boats I've ever been on before to shame."
"Sorry you couldn't go," Steven said to me holding out his hand for a shake. "I'll be here if you want to give it a try."
"I'll think about it," I said. "Maybe we can take a short trip later to see how my stomach responds."
"I bet you could handle it," Stephi said. "It rides so smooth in the water that you barely feel it."
