Day 8 of 10
I woke early and alone in Cozumel, and knew there were two more nights where that would happen again. It had been after 3 AM when I finally found the bed, so I didn't expect the Painful Welt and Willow for at least a couple of hours. I was convinced that they did something much different when they found his bed.
I had breakfast, checked email and the news on my phone, and downed several cups of coffee before I finally settled the argument with my conscience. It had been trying to convince me I'd already reached the Jace Line.
My conscience lost, and this time I would keep my word. Alcohol had been a significant factor in my crazy offer to the Painful Welt last night, but my dark fantasy had emerged even further and was undoubtedly now predominant, even when I was sober in the daylight.
That reaffirmation eliminated the discomfort and embarrassment I would have felt if my conscience won and I had to tell my newlywed wife that I wanted to renege on the drunken offer I made for Willow to Switch sleeping partners. That offer was the reason she wasn't with me this morning, and it was made after watching the Willow Switch fully satisfy my wife in front of me and a few other people, and in several positions.
My offer to the Painful Welt was not just for the night. I gave my honeymoon bride to him for the rest of the cruise.
My wife wasn't and isn't mine to give away of course, but she didn't complain about being a gift. I remembered that I had given him to her as a second wedding gift too, so I was being Summer Santa to both of them. Her gift was him and his gift was her.
Both received gifts that would keep on giving, but my assumption and hope was that her gift was going to stop giving to her and give his gift back to me at the end of the cruise. It was the only time in my life where I actually wanted the recipient to return the gift I gave him.
Her gift and his gift both had wet hair and smelled fresh and clean when they walked through our suite door at 11:15. I wondered if they had played together in the shower they both just took, and blood started filling the traitor in my pants. I shook the Painful Welt's hand and hugged my beautiful bride, although it felt awkward and I didn't kiss her. She didn't let me get away with that obvious omission
"Please kiss me honey. I need to know you're ok."
It was reassurance for me, and one of the most gratifying kisses of my life. I think my rising tide was reassurance of a sort for her too when she felt it prodding.
The Painful Welt was barefoot and shirtless, carrying a large envelope and a Leica. He was wearing shorts again. Willow, of course, because she had no choice, wore the same dress, but she was also barefoot carrying her heels and purse. I wondered if they were both wearing just one piece of clothing, and whether I would find out. We all sat on the couch while I poured coffee and my wife's honeymoon husband opened the envelope to remove the enlarged photographs.
There were only 6 he thought worthy of printing, and only 2 that were 8" x 10". He handed me the four 5" x 7" photos first, and I studied each one. The first was of the shark only a couple feet away looking right into the camera.
Brock clarified, "It was a tiger. They can be aggressive."
There were two photos with color everywhere. Most of it was provided by many schools of colorful fish swimming together, but the coral and rays of light prisming into the spectrum made both photographs memorable.
The last 5" x 7" was a photo of Willow and I hugging. She was topless, and there was a tent in my suit, so it couldn't hang in our living room with the rest of them, but there was a great spot on my desk in the study.
After digesting the smaller photos, Brock handed me the first large photo, and it was of Willow alone, smiling with her mouthpiece in her hand. She was topless of course and her camel toe seemed to be the focal point as it was clearly outlined by her spread legs. It was sexy as hell, and the blood kept filling my control center, but then he handed me the second large photo.
It showed Willow and Brock together and my dominant control center quickly pumped up to as tumescent as it ever gets. Both mouthpieces were out, and they were both smiling and hugging while looking at each other. I hadn't noticed it when I snapped the photo, but his hand had to have been on her bottom. I didn't know where the large ones would hang after I got them framed, but they would definitely be placed where I could see them every day. Maybe the master bath.
All the photos were in focus and looked professional, and I was grateful for his gifts. They had been taken before anything else happened, and they were the very start of my fall into my dark fantasy. I was still dropping, and I didn't know when or if I would find its ultimate depth, or whether there was a Jace Line I would cross on my fall.
More importantly, would he push her across the Willow Line on our cruise?
Was there a Willow line?
They were all questions that we didn't want positive answers to yet. I was falling and the Painful Welt was pushing Willow, but those were the conditions that we were all fully invested in right then, ignoring later consequences.
After looking at all the photos twice, Willow opened her purse to get a hair brush. She made no effort to hide the bra and panties I'd stuffed in at 'On the Briny' last night. She moved them aside to grab it, so I knew my speculation that she was naked under her dress was correct.
She looked at me and smiled, as if she could read my wish-list mind. She unbuckled and unbuttoned, then stripped her dress off, "Will you put this with the dirty clothes honey? I need to get ready."
I didn't move as I watched with a new appreciation for her beauty as she headed for the bathroom to put on makeup. I knew it would be a while, and I knew she was prepping for Brock's high-end camera. He got up and pulled her bra and panties from her purse before he found his phone. He used the light meter app to check the light in the room.
While he meandered with his phone meter, he confessed, "I made copies for me too."
I smiled, "I would have guessed that."
His finished checking and rendered a verdict, "This is great. Just need to avoid two corners, but otherwise I won't need the flash. The skylight does it."
"Do you want me to give her the new bikini while she's in the bathroom?"
"No, she'll be changing here. Find some more sexy things for your wife to wear to entice her best lover on her honeymoon. I want some more sexy photos to show my friends back home."
Even before he finished insulting me, I knew that my fall into my pit of dark fantasy passed the Jace Line and hit the floor. It wasn't a bottomless pit. He said it in a way that let me know he was rubbing it in, and that he expected me to let him assert his dominance over me too. He really did bully, and although we hadn't found that red line for my wife, he found mine.
"Fuck you Brock." He looked surprised, but totally unafraid. "You know that watching and hearing about what you do together turns me on, but you're being an asshole. I love her and want the best, and right now you are, but that doesn't mean you can treat me like shit, especially in front of Willow."
It was a long harangue for me, and he looked back with a gentle smile. Finally, he offered his hand and I just stared at it, making no move to shake.
As I waited to see what he'd say, his hand stayed out, "Sorry, I thought you liked it. From now on, we treat each other with respect and we push Willow. If she balks like you did, we stop pushing."
"That means the photos you take today are private, not for your 'friends back home'," I used my hands to put up air quotes around 'friends back home'. I waited a few seconds for him to respond, but before he did I added, "And what did you mean by 'more sexy photos'." More air quotes around 'more sexy photos'.
He was deliberate and thoughtful before he pushed back, "My friends won't ever be around either of you, and you let other people watch me fuck your wife while you watched in person. She liked letting them watch. You saw me take photos of her in the hall outside your room, and she liked letting me take some more in my room. What if she agrees to let me share them?"
My stiff backbone that rejected his bullying caused the stiffness that had been at its lower end to rapidly wilt. Oddly, the original lower-end stiffness had been there because of his bullying and dominance over my wife, and everything he said was true. That didn't mean that what he wanted to do was okay.
"If you share them, they might end up on line where everybody can see them." My jaw was still jutting, fighting back.
"You think your wife wouldn't like that?"
