Helen Martin woke up on a deserted beach to the sound of the surf breaking on the shore. She was still tired and hungry from being in the water practically the whole night. As she scanned her surroundings for any sign of civilization, only the silence of the trees echoed back at her, along with the solitary cry of some jungle animal. She was a cast away now, scared shitless and at her wits end on how she would be able to survive this ordeal.
Just a week ago, the spouses John and Helen Martin boarded the luxury cruise ship "Sky Clad Princess" for a two week cruise of the Coral Sea, the Solomon Islands and Papua, New Guinea. They always went on a yearly cruise together, but this was somewhat special. The couple had been having serious marital problems lately, she caught him in an affair, and were contemplating a divorce. At least she was. So the cruise was meant to serve as a second honeymoon, to try and patch up their differences and rekindle their lost love.
As the spouses were boarding, Helen noticed the familiar face of a woman getting on board with them. However when she tried to approach her, the other woman simply vanished into the crowd.
In no time, the other woman was soon forgotten as Helen and John got caught up in various ship board activities. They swam, sunned, played at the casino and availed themselves of the spa, all in all luxuriating in the ship's opulence and world class service.
As the cruise got underway, Helen noticed that John would spend more and more time out of the room. He claimed he was out at the bar drinking whenever he was asked. In any event, Helen had no reason to complain about John's absence since whenever he got back from his sojourns out, he always made sure to give Helen the fucking of her life . Helen noticed though that John's cock had a somewhat different smell and taste, upon his return.
Exactly the night before Helen found herself washed up on shore, she decided to play a surprise on her dear husband John. She left a note telling him to meet her at the ship's Jacuzzi. For this date, Helen put on her newly bought Wicked Weasel thong bikini, which was really shear and downright scandalous, that her husband would find her irresistible in.
Without bothering to put on shoes or even a robe, Helen made her way to the hot tub area clearly aware of the effect her all but naked body had on the passerby's, who all took a double take of her ass, as it undulated to and fro.
When Helen got to the hot tub area, she noticed there was this couple kissing intimately by the rails. Not wanting to interrupt the two lovebirds, Helen moved back in the shadows to avoid being seen and patiently waited for the two to finish. From her vantage point Helen still discern what the couple was doing, but could not make out their faces, due to the dark.
The man was tall like her husband John and was similarly built. He was wearing a tucked out polo shirt and khaki pants, just the way her husband would if he was wearing the same outfit. The woman on the other hand, appeared to be in a blue one piece pantsuit, which was very tight and clung to her body like a glove.
For a couple of more minutes, the couple did nothing but kiss in plain view of Helen. Though at first titillated by her first voyeuristic experience, the excitement quickly wore off and Helen grew bored. She was just about to make her presence known, when the other woman did something to make Helen stop short.
Right before Helen's eyes the other woman got to her knees, freed the man's already engorged penis from the confines of his pants and proceeded to deep throat him, sucking the whole length of the the man's massive cock in one fell swoop.
Helen could not help a tingling in her pussy as she continued to witness this most intimate and forbidden of acts. She was born a Catholic and had been brought up believing that oral sex, or any kind of sex outside the missionary position, was an abomination. In fact, she had never gone down on John before, nor gave in to any of his requests for perverted sex, which would probably explain why they were having marriage difficulties. This was the first time to witness such a bestial act, but to her consternation, she found that one of her hands had made its way to her crotch while the other to her breasts, and were already busy caressing them.
While Helen was otherwise occupied making herself cum, the couple she was spying on were about to finish their business. Just as the man's back stiffened preparatory to climax, the woman on her knees clamped her lips tightly on the base of the man's cock and sucked on it hard. This caused the man to come mightily in the woman's mouth, who just continued to kneel there, sucking him dry.
Helen was on the verge of reaching orgasm herself, as her fingers flitted over and in her pussy, she was building up to a powerful climax. By that time, the man had already finished and was about to turn in her direction wiping his brow. Helen came to a powerful orgasm just as the man's face came in to view. Her orgasm was so mind boggling that it didn't register at first that the face of the man belonged to her husband John.
Though shocked at the stunning revelation, Helen could not move as her traitorous body continued to bask in the afterglow of her climax. Once she had sufficiently recovered, she saw that the man had already left, but the woman had remained, still tidying herself up. Helen started to approach her.
As Helen drew nearer, she finally caught sight of the woman's face. It was Luisa Sevilla, Her husband's former bimbo of a secretary who always dressed in the sluttiest of fashion, i.e. the shortest of skirts and tops with the most plunging neckline. The woman with whom her husband had an affair with.
Helen saw red as she came to realize that the bitch had the affront to even follow John on this cruise, while they were desperately trying to fix their marriage. Without anymore thinking, she rushed at the unsuspecting woman by the rails yelling "Bitch" at the top of her voice, and found herself and the other woman flying through the air into the deep waters below.
Helen hit the water hard screaming all the way down. Spluttering, she broke the surface of the water just in time to see the bright gay lights of the ship moving away from her. Apparently no one in the ship saw the two women go overboard, and the captain and crew were no more the wiser. Desperately trying to catch the attention of anyone on the ship, Helen kept yelling at the top of her voice, begging for the ship to stop. To her dismay, the ship resolutely sailed on, as whatever cries for help Helen made, was drowned out by the gay party music being played on board. Soon the behemoth cruise liner which was said to be among the largest in the world, was but a dot in the distance, until that too faded from Helen's sight.
Abandoned alone at sea, Helen tried to control the panic that was threatening to take control of her. Fortunately, in spite of being blinded by the extreme darkness of the waters, she was able to grasp and hold onto a piece of flotsam floating by, which the currents providentially washed up on shore the next day, taking Helen along with it.
After her initial look of the surroundings, Helen made a cursory examination of herself to see whether she had any injuries or broken bones. Thanking God for not finding any, Helen then took time out to assess her situation.
She was alone, barefoot and skimpily clad in only a wicked weasel bikini. She had no survival gear of any kind and had no means to create fire. Having just turned thirty, the voluptuous blond had no survivor skills what so ever, being used only to the rich and luxurious life her family's wealth could afford her. She was in other words completely "fucked".
Just as Helen was about to break down and wallow in self pity, she saw a slight movement further down the shore. What she mistook for a rock earlier, turned out to be another human being, who was just now starting to stir and get up. It was Luisa Sevilla, the woman Helen's husband had, and was still having an affair with.
Helen had completely forgotten about Luisa Sevilla. From the time Helen found herself afloat in the water, she had only time to think about herself and her plight, the other woman be damned. She could just as very well have drowned for all Helen cared.
Seeing that the slut was still alive, Helen picked up a piece of wood that was strewn around the beach and stormed off in her direction, intent on giving that bitch the beating of her life. She seethed when she saw that the other woman appeared none the worse for wear from her ordeal. Her anger boiled over, when she realized that the other woman was still impeccably and completely dressed despite being in the water the whole night. Her blue one piece jumpsuit appeared still intact, though wet from being in the water and she still had her sperrys on. She miraculously also had her shoulder bag with her, which she had managed to clutch tightly to her as she flew from the boat and into the water. Like Helen, Luisa had managed to find a huge piece of driftwood in the darkness, which she clung to until it likewise washed up on shore.
As Helen was making her way towards Luisa, she started to recall excerpts from the dossier submitted by the private investigator she had hired.
Luisa Sevilla was a 23 year old Latina beauty. She stood five feet eight inches tall, but with her svelte figure and extremely long limbs, she looked much taller than that. She had a very pretty face and exotic green eyes. She was what every body would call "mucho caliente!!!"
Luisa Sevilla was the middle child of a struggling immigrant family that used to own a small cantina. I said "used to own" because Helen made sure that it went bankrupt just as soon as she learned about her husband's affair with Luisa. She had two brothers and sisters who, after the loss of the cantina, had to find menial employment in order to live. Her parents though returned to the old country, impoverished and broken in spirit.
It was also reported that Luisa had graduated at the top of her class in the Community College she attended, and had been working as John's personal assistant for a year and a half. She had been his mistress for the past year.
Growing angrier by the second as she continued to close in on her prey, Helen could not wait to seek retribution from her husband's whore, who was now only mere feet away, kneeling unsuspecting in the sand.