Not a BTB
Not exactly a cuck story yet some will disagree
Does he keep her? Yes
Did I have a proofreader? Yes
Are their mistakes? Yes
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My wife Susan and I, David Jackson, were on a vacation in the U.S. Virgin Islands. Once a year we liked to get away from New England and would travel someplace warm. Sometimes it's a cruise and other times we just picked a place like Cancun or St Johns and rented a house or visited a resort. This time we chose a resort on St. Thomas.
I am 37 years old and Susan 33. We have been married ten years and by choice we are childless. Our marriage has been wonderful where we feel we are more than just husband and wife. We are best friends and do everything together. Our sex life is the same as when we dated and I couldn't be happier and never have thoughts about life with another woman. I can honestly say I think Susan feels the same way about me.
The night we arrived at the resort, yesterday, I partied more than usual and this morning I awoke with a hangover like none before. I awoke to a pounding head and sour stomach. As I stumbled to the bathroom to empty my bladder and hopefully not my stomach I noticed I was alone. After relieving myself I looked about the room and saw a note on the dresser from Susan.
"Dave, you had quite the night last evening so I thought I would let you sleep in. I'm out by the pool catching the morning sun. Come on down when you feel up to it. Love Susan." And she doodled a little heart and a smiley face. God, I love that woman.
Susan is one of those people that love to be in the sun. Damn the melanoma, she has to have her rays. In fact, the first thing she bought for our new house was a built-in pool and along with the pool came an oversized stamped concrete patio. She bought herself an exceptional lounger and that is where I could find her most days after work and every weekend. While I futzed about the yard or BBQ grill she would be on "her" recliner in her modest two-piece swimsuit taking in as much sun as she can. I mention modest two-piece as at home by the pool was her favorite spot, but our house was in a very close setting and with each neighbor having a clear line of sight to our pool patio from their second-floor windows she didn't care to show off more than what would be thought off as acceptable. Even on our other vacation trips, Susan wore her "home" bikini. On several of these trips, we visited beaches where going topless was accepted and never once did she remove her top or give any indication that it was her desire.
I walked out to the patio as we overlook the pool area. After a quick scan, I saw my wife walking over to the nearly deserted pool area. She was with another woman that she must have met at the outdoor bar area as they both carried what appeared to me to be a drink. By the shape of the glass and the color, I guessed it was a Mimosa. She was wearing her favorite floppy sun hat and had her oversized dark sunglasses and a pair of clear high heel sandals. The heels weren't stripper shoe high heeled but something higher than her norm. In fact, I never knew she owned a pair. However, what really caught my attention was her bikini. Susan had on the skimpiest bikini I ever saw. It was bright yellow and was a small thong-style as I clearly saw her entire ass. As she turned to sit on a lounger I saw the front was a barely-there triangle that appeared to just cover the lips of her vagina and as for the top, well it also consisted of two extremely small triangles that barely covered her nipples. Even from my vantage point a few floors up I swear I could see the darkness of her nipples. The suit was transparent. Why this shocked me was Susan was never an exhibitionist and never said anything about a new suit or wanting to be more daring on this trip.
I continued to watch as she continued some conversation with the woman who now took the adjacent lounger. As they chatted the other woman reached back and effortlessly undid the strap to her top and removed it. Carefully folding the top into a small ball like the other woman's was extremely small and placing it on the table beside the lounger. She then reached into her straw beach bag and removed a pack of cigarettes. Lighting one she then made an offertory gesture to Susan who politely took the cigarette and leaned forward accepting a lite. She had smoked since we met but had phased it out over our marriage to an occasional smoke with a glass of wine or on girl's nights out. But I had thought Susan quit smoking over a year ago.
Their conversation continued on for just a short while when Susan sat up and put her back to the woman, lifted the back of her hair up and the woman untied Paula's top. Just as the woman did, Susan folded the tiny top and placed it on the table beside her lounger and then lay back down to rest. My wife was now topless out in public! The pounding in my head remained and I think worsened. I began to turn off the patio to go inside and get dressed and head down there when suddenly two young men appeared out of nowhere and were quickly beside the ladies, one beside Susan and the other beside the other woman. These young men both held a tray and on the tray looked to be a couple of plastic containers. I didn't know for sure at the time but I had the idea it was oil or sunscreen. I had seen this before on our trips where the pool stewards would come buy with the products offering to apply lotion to someone's back or arms not really with the intention of preventing sunburn but more so in the effort to sell you the product at some exorbitant markup and also getting a tip. But what is vastly different here was these were not young college-age kids wearing the resort uniform of khaki shorts and a polo shirt with the resort logo. These were men at least in their mid-20's and were wearing nothing but a speedo. They were not bodybuilder gym rats but they did spend time in the gym. They were tall and muscular to the point of showing well-defined pecks and abs and the speedo had a hell of a time containing their large package. They weren't causing a tent in the speedo only because the speedo was too tight. From where I stood only a few floors up I could see how the arraignment of their cock was horizontal and easily made it to mid-hip. Any movement up or down and at least three-quarters of their cock would be exposed.
I, of course, don't know what was said but the woman was nodding her head in agreement and turned her attention to Susan and looked too excitedly be making some point. Her head was nodding and her arms and hands waving to indicate go on or its ok. This went on for not a long time but it did take some time before I saw Susan node her head in agreement.
Once whatever decision had been made the men placed their tray on the table and took what I was guessing to be sunscreen and started to apply it to the ladies. Now, this again was not the typically small amount on the shoulder routine. This looked more like what you would experience with a massage. They started with the feet and legs working the lotion into the skin. I could see the sheen of where it was applied as they slowly worked their way up. Susan had not moved yet the other women spread her legs apart offering her guy easy access to her inner thigh. I saw Susan turn her head to watch her friend and then I saw the guy working Susan lean forward and say something. Without hesitation, Susan nodded her approval and also spread her legs. In an instant her guy started upward to her inner thigh and then I saw his hand cover her crotch and stay there longer than necessary. His hand went under her bikini bottom and I could see he was not just applying lotion. He was fingering my wife!
Now, this is the point in some stories where the husband takes out his hard cock and jerks off and shoots a load all over the balcony. Not this guy. I immediately spun around to get my clothes on and race down to the pool. I grabbed my shorts and a T-shirt and ran to the elevator. We were only a few floors up but that was the longest elevator ride of my life. I didn't run through the lobby but it may have looked that way as I was certainly getting attention.
I made my way out to the pool and I could see the guy had now had his hands working her breasts. As I got closer I could see his thumbs and index finders playing and pulling on her now hard nipples. Susan was arching her back and moving her head in a very familiar fashion. That reaction is something I had witnessed numerous times as I had lovingly massaged her breasts bringing her to orgasm.
"What the hell is going on!" I shouted causing Susan to jump and sit up and look in my direction. Her new friend also jumped looking my way and both men, startled, stopped what they were doing.
"Dave!" She said.
"What the fuck is going on here! I mean besides some stranger fingering you and playing with your tits in public? You lose your mind?"
"What are you talking about, Dave? This is Carlos and he is just making sure I don't burn. This is a complimentary service. It comes with our stay at the resort."
"Yes sir", offered Carlos. We want our guests to enjoy their visit. Her pale skin is no match for our strong sun and surely a burn so soon on your stay would be painful and ruin the rest of your stay."
"Selling or giving sunblock for free is one thing but applying it is another. And sticking your fingers in my wife's pussy and playing with her tits is totally unacceptable!"
"Are you nuts! Another man getting that intimate with another man's wife is wrong! It goes way beyond wrong! And another man's wife agrees to it also wrong!"
"Dave, he did nothing wrong!" stated Susan.
'Seriously? Look at your hands, Susan. They are clean and dry. Now, look at your tits. They are all slick and shining from the sunblock. How'd it get there? Now, look at your pussy (I quickly moved the thong aside) all wet and shiny. Most can be from your orgasm but the rest is sunblock. He did nothing wrong? How'd the sunblock get on your tits, pussy, and inside your pussy!"
Susan began to tear up.
"Carlos"
"Yes, Sir"
