Preface
This is the third part of the continuing saga of Brooke and Brad. After their stay at Pine Lake and their honeymoon in Maui they embark on a new life with their new friends. I recommend reading the first two sagas. Couples Camp and Honeymoon in Hawaii
A word of warning, most of my stories contain elements of: cuckolding, chastity, BDSM, and sharing. Some contain elements of consensual non consent and extreme situations that some might find disturbing. Everything I describe is pure fantasy. I hope you enjoy.
Chapter 5
Brad was back at the strip club carrying another tray of drinks when he spotted Brooke. The last time he had seen her was probably sixteen hours ago in his room. She was pissed off at the discovery he had fucked someone else and stormed out.
Brad couldn't help but notice the long black dress she wore. It had a plunging neck line and a long slit up the side, exposing her sexy leg as she walked. But what really stuck out, even from across the room, was the giant diamond necklace she had on. The large v shape of the necklace mirrored her neckline and acted like a sparkling arrow directing the staring eyes downward. Multiple rows of stones combined to make an amazing spectacle everyone was sure to notice.
Brad tried to ignore her as he went about his duties, thankful the mask gave him anonymity, but no matter how much he tried, he found himself peaking her way.
It was getting dark outside when Brad was lucky enough to get a delivery to her table.
"Hey, before you go, can you take these."
Brad knew better than to respond, but he shook his head in agreement and started to collect up the empty glasses that had collected on Brooke's table.
The Arabian man quickly returned his attention and conversation to Brooke, leaving brad to clean up.
"You need to tell him. You need to do it as soon as possible. I want you all to myself, and I don't want anyone else's name on your body. "Brad heard the dark haired man tell Brooke.
Brad tried stalling; he wanted to hear what they were saying and moved as slow as he could without being obvious.
"I know. You're right. I want to be with you, and I want you to be happy with me." Brooke promised him.
"So you'll come with me." The man firmly pronounced, not giving Brooke any room to decline.
Brad was floored, hearing her say that was worse than anything he had seen her do. He almost fell over as he turned to walk away.
The next hour was pure hell for him. Brooke's soft voice agreeing with her new lover was playing over and over in his head. He couldn't help watching the two of them as they sat beside each other the large hand of her admirer resting on her thigh.
Brad wanted to go over and punch this man in the face, but the two large body guards standing by, made it apparent that would never work. He was actually relieved when he saw Brooke stand up and walk out holding her new lovers hand. Maybe the saying out of sight out of mind would be true.
The next few days were spent the same. Getting dressed up in a ridiculously demeaning latex costume and spending sixteen hours a day serving drinks to guest. The really hard part was not seeing either Mia or Brooke the whole time. He was escorted back and forth to his room by another crewmember and left alone to contemplate his options.
Brad found himself comparing his dreams, one minute thinking of Brooke the next thinking about Mia. It was hard to believe that only a few months ago he was perfectly happy lying around in the apartment while Brooke tapped away on her computer in the other room. It was only a few months, but it felt like a dozen lifetimes. The fantasy of sharing her had grown over the years preventing him from focusing on what really mattered to her, a family, now the idea of having a family with her seamed all but impossible. Their relationship counseling led to marriage and a honeymoon, but ultimately led to her breaking Brad's heart and leaving him stranded on a boat in the middle of the Atlantic.
The bright light of the moons rays lit Brad's room when he was awoken by a knock at his cabin door. He got out of bed and rushed to the door, hoping it would be Mia returning with the secret books she had promised, but instead was surprised by the woman standing in the hallway.
"Can I come in?" She whispered.
Brad opened the door farther to let the surprise visitor in.
"What the hell do you want?" Brad said as he closed the door.
"Please, let me explain." Brooke pleaded.
"There's nothing to explain. You obviously made your choice, so just go. Leave me alone and enjoy your new life without me."
"I was wrong. I was wrong to get mad at you the last time we saw each other. I was just upset. The idea of you with another woman was too much for me. I can't handle the idea of you with someone else." Brooke cried.
"Bullshit, I heard what you told him."
"Told who?" Brooke asked, confused.
"Whatever your Arabian prince's name is,"
"Alex?"
"Oh his name is Alex?" Brad sarcastically shot.
"Prince Amir, but yeah people close to him call him Alex." Brooke frankly responded.
"So he really is a prince? Fuck me." Brad said deflated.
"Listen I have to explain, I love you, I want to get back to our life together and get out of here."
Brad was surprised to hear Brooke say that, but he was still angry at her. Not for all the sexual exploits she had been engaged in, but for making him feel left out of her life. He didn't care about the multiple cocks she sucked, or the men who got to fuck her, but he was hurt that she seemed to enjoy the sex she was having with them more than with him. The caging and teasing had grown into nothing more than torture and he was over it.
"I'm not going back to watching you fuck and standing there waiting for nothing more than a teasing smile." Brad confidently declared.
"Ok, I'll never be with anyone else again I promise. I just want to be with you. I just want to go home." Brooke broke down crying.
Even with all that had happened, Brad still couldn't handle it when Brooke cried. His shoulders dropped and anger melted away. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in tight trying to console her.
"You had every right to sleep with Mia; I know that, I was just so upset. Upset at you, upset at Michelle and Max for getting us into this, but mostly upset at myself. I should have given you more attention. I'm so sorry." Brooke muttered between sobs.
Brad held her rubbing her back with his palm trying to settle her down. Trying to figure out how she knew it was Mia he had slept with.
"Please forgive me." Brooke pleaded, her teary eyes looking into his.
