A short story, written purely from my imagination, splurged onto the page with barely a thought for punctuation or any formal writing skills. Like it or loathe it - your choice. And no, no and thrice no - I may need an editor but I can't be arsed with the whole toing and froing of that, so no thanks, keep your suggestions to yourself, ok?
And so:
They made a very strange couple, I wondered what their story was, they arrived at the adult resort I was staying at with my three friends, the day after we had arrived. The resort was in Jamaica, it was clothing optional in most areas including its pool area and large private beach. Even in areas where nominally you needed to be dressed, it was only "barely dressed" and that was the same for men as well as women. We were there 'on the pull' hoping to meet some lovely ladies with tight bodies but loose morals.
It seemed like we had made a bad call because it turned out to be very much a couples resort. Still the sun shone the sights were attractive even if 'looking' seemed like all we would spend our week and a half doing, but the beer was cold, food was good, the water was warm and there was lots to do, windsurfing, paragliding, kayaking and more, so not entirely a wasted 10 days.
I'd noticed this couple whilst taking a walk on the beach that afternoon, I was wearing very small pouch type swimwear, the type that guys like me with a big dick can use to advertise the fact without going full frontal, just to whet the ladies' appetite. I was heading back towards the hotel as they were heading down the beach towards the sea.
She was fully naked, at first I thought she was wearing a thong but as I got closer I realised that she had quite a thick bush of pubic hair, something that turns me on. I've never understood why so many guys get turned on by the unnatural hairless look, to me a grown woman should have a woman's pussy not a little girl's. Like the hair on her head, it was lustrous and jet black, I wanted to bury my face in it and I made my interest obvious. Well, in adult resorts, there is no point in acting like a retiring wallflower, she smiled as she noticed my attention.
Her gorgeous bush was complimented by a really nice set of perky tits, not fat swelling melons, just a really good handful perfectly matched, as close to symmetry as a pair of natural tits will get. The man with her, who I assumed was her husband was also naked, well almost, he was wearing a cock cage.
Yeah a very strange couple. He looked very far from happy. My job involves evaluating people quickly, reaching decisions on the basis of a brief meeting after which I decide if it's worth going further with these people as clients. It's a sensitive area with government connections though not government run, so I won't go into too much detail.
My feeling was that this man was no willing cuckold, not a man who was happily on display as being caged by his wife, and yes I'd caught sight of the rings, they were clearly a couple, she was having a good time, he was trying to cover it, but I could see that behind the façade he was suffering humiliation, quite possible the agonies of the damned, being displayed to the world as a probable wimp and almost definite cuckold. Yeah, I was interested in what their story was.
***Later that night***
I'd had dinner at a large well-stocked buffet, fine seafood, beautiful steaks, roast rack of lamb, perfect rare rib of beef and juicy chicken and other birds, fish of a wide variety too, all of the above also available BBQed with a myriad of delicious sauces. Of course, starters and deserts of every sort imaginable, the whole thing a smorgasbord of many of my personal favourite foods. The overly health conscious could pick over less appealing but equally filling options but why stint you appetite at the prices we are paying?
I'd gorged myself and was finishing with a black coffee and a Calvados -- "le trou Normand" - I've always found it a great combination to reduce that "full" feeling. I'd planned to join my buddies for a few drinks in the lounge bar where a jazz trio were playing some mellow tunes and that is where I saw the couple again. Just as on the beach, I made eye contact with her, still fascinated to know what their story was. She caught my look and held my eyes, smiling back at me for a good 30 seconds before looking away to talk to her husband.
Tonight, she was dressed, well, when I say dressed she wore a see-through dress with a balcony bra that lifted her glorious tits and presented her beautiful nipples. There can't have been a man there who didn't want to latch onto one of those teats and suck them, truly awesome. The dress was split on both sides from the waist and every move expose her bush to those viewing her movement from the side. She was putting herself on display, showing the entire population of the resort that she was here to fuck.
Maybe 10 minutes later, I saw her go towards the ladies room and her husband seemed to be headed in my direction. I wasn't sure if he was coming to speak to me, but he was neither heading to the pisser nor in the direction of the bar, he did come directly to me, offered his hand, and said, "Hi, can we talk?"
He introduced himself as Brian, I gave him a perfunctory handshake and said, "Sure Brian, I'm Mark, what can I do for you?"
He struggled for the right words and I waited patiently. He told me that his wife had told him to ask me a question and that he was to ask it in a specific way and that she would check that he had followed her request fully. I was intrigued. "OK, spit it out." I said.
"I am to ask you if you will please fuck my wife tonight and I am also to ask you, may I please watch you fucking her?"
I smiled at him and said, "I'd love to fuck your wife, I saw you both on the beach today and she has a fantastic body. As for you watching, I suppose it's ok, I saw you are caged, are you a cuckold? Does it get you off seeing someone fuck your wife?"
If looks could kill I'd have been a dead man. "No, I'm not a fucking cuckold, at least not until you fuck her tonight, and I hate the thoughts of it, but I don't have any choice. Well, I do, my choice is to go along with this shit or get a divorce and walk away from our marriage penniless. She is punishing me and she holds all the fucking cards. So, you will do it?"
"Yes, sure I'll do it, I'll do it with relish my unfortunate new friend, she's gorgeous, of course I'll fuck her. What do we do now? Do I go with you to meet her?"
Thirty minutes later, Gloria had told me the full story. Brian had married her, she was a very rich businessman's daughter, he worked for her father as an accountant for a large business wholly owned by her father's overarching corporation that covered a dozen diverse areas of business.
Brian was paid ridiculously over an appropriate paygrade so he could keep her in the style she and her father considered appropriate. The catch was his continued employment depended on his father-in-law's good graces and satisfaction with not only of his accountancy skills but also his role as a husband. There was also the not inconsiderable problem of the prenup agreement which meant that he would lose everything but the clothes on his back should it be proven that he had been unfaithful. There were no similar restrictions on her though she claimed she had never strayed nor would she ever - until Brian had fucked up by fucking a little slut on the side.
Gloria had decided that she still loved Brian, but, like Shylock, she was going to have her pound of flesh, this whole holiday was his penance. She explained it this way. "He is wearing a cage on his cock for the 2 weeks we are here, I am walking around nude all day, it advertises the fact that I can have sex and he can't. I am going to fuck whoever I want while we are here but I want him to see every single bit of sex I enjoy as my revenge. I suppose I'm being a real cunt about it, but I need this to get even and to allow me to take him back without feeling like I'm a total sucker. Can you understand that? More importantly, knowing what a bitch I am, do you still want to fuck me? "
"Oh, I think it would be wrong.... wrong to let a lady down when she is avenging a terrible wrong done to her." I smirked at her assuring her I was all too willing to be her cock-of-the day.
"Did I mention that my caged husband had to agree to be in "full cuckold mode" while we are here, he will do anything I tell him to do, he will debase himself at my every whim. I gave him the choice, keep his manhood in abject poverty -- well not true poverty but comparatively, we live a very privileged lifestyle -- and he could be a man or he could accept every ounce of punishment I choose to dish out and be my bitch.
His reward for me doing this to him is that when we go home, I will forgive him completely -- and I really will, 100% I love him and we will be an equal couple again, except he knows that this is his one and only second chance and he knows I intend to rub his nose in the shit he has created for our marriage during these two weeks. When we go home, he will be my husband in every respect, I'll fuck him blind as usual but I will keep him on a short leash but he keeps me and he keeps his extravagant lifestyle - and the real bonus? Daddy doesn't have to have him killed for cheating on me." I wasn't sure how serious that last line was but I could easily believe it carried weight.
Fuck, I liked this girl, she may be a bitch from hell but she's hotter than hell itself and one strong minded fucking woman, this was going to be some night, maybe some week, I was here for another eight nights, maybe if I rocked her world and helped in her revenge fucks, this could be more than a one off.
