I was worried when my wife refused to let me take her hand as we walked back to our hotel. She had every right to be furious with me. She had just had sex with the Alabama quarterback while I watched from the shadows, and I had not stopped the big quarterback from shooting a load of cum into her fertile womb. Still, I refused to believe her when she said she felt so guilty about betraying our marriage that we should get a divorce. It was one of those times when I felt everything would be better in the morning. After she had informed me that our marriage was over, I had stupidly suggested we continue our fantasy that she was my sexy girlfriend, Cathy. Even worse, I had jokingly said I didn't mind if she had sex with the four engineers in the hotel room next to ours.
We had to walk around to the beach side of The Club to get back to our hotel. When we got to the beach, we ran into the four engineers smoking weed with a couple of girls they had picked up. I had enjoyed watching John fuck the redhead, Amber, back in his hotel room. Afterward, Amber had tried to add me as a trophy, but I had declined. Amber seemed to be focused on Robert for her next conquest. The other girl was Kimberly, who my wife had beaten in the go-go dance contest. Amber and Kimberly were wearing only the skimpy bottoms of their swimsuits. Amber wore a conch shell necklace that held a magic marker she used to keep track of her conquests. Amber's thigh had at least a dozen tick marks indicating her tally. Kimberly had accessorized her outfit with a silver necklace and a dark blue bandanna tied around her ponytail.
Wally saw us and yelled, "You guys are just in time. We thought we'd smoke some weed and head back to the hotel."
Wally's arm was around Kimberly's waist. He offered us the joint. I started to decline since my wife and I were physically and mentally drained, but my wife eagerly accepted the potent weed. She took a long drag and held her breath. I held out my hand, but she Bogarted the joint. She took a couple of long hits before she passed it to me. I soon realized that it was the batch of weed that was mixed with speed.
Oh God, it was going to be a long night.
My wife saw John drinking straight from a full bottle of tequila and held out her hand. John smiled when she took a long swig from the bottle before passing it to me. When I went to pass it on, Cathy intercepted the bottle and took another swig.
What the hell was my wife doing?
Cathy handed the bottle to the brunette who said, "Hi, I'm Kimberly. I hated losing the dance contest, but you were awesome."
Wally said, "Kimberly is a cheerleader at Alabama. She came to The Club with Brent and the football jocks. I got my chance to dance with her when Brent decided to go after Cathy."
Kimberly looked at my wife and smirked, "Brent was the second thing I lost to you tonight.
Cathy said, "Sorry, I didn't want Brent. All I wanted was my wrap. I got more than I bargained for."
Kimberly sneered, "Brent's on a religious crusade to bring the pleasure of his gorgeous cock to every woman on the planet. I hope you got a chance to enjoy it. God knows, he's made a convert out of me."
After we had finished off two of the potent joints, we started walking down the beach. My wife glared at me for a second before putting her arm around John and setting off. Wally was with Kimberly and Amber had Robert under her sway. That left James and me to walk together. The weed had us all pretty fucked up. There was a lot of giggling every time someone stumbled in the loose sand. My wife appeared to be particularly clumsy, and John had to hold her tight to keep her from falling. We did better once we got down to the wet sand.
I was curious about what James had in his hand and finally asked him what it was.
James said, "I found this fancy, jeweled dog collar in the sand next to The Club. I have a dog at home so I grabbed it."
It was a beautiful, warm night and the full moon glimmered on the Gulf waters. A cool breeze provided relief from the heat of the day. We weren't making much progress back to the hotel because the couples kept pausing to make out. Cathy looked back at me to make sure I saw her kissing John. He had a big smile on his face that only got bigger when my wife slipped a hand inside the back of his swimsuit. The next time they stopped to kiss, he returned the favor. He looked stunned when his hand slipped under the bottom of her warp and found nothing but bare skin. When they started walking again, both of them had a hand on the other's bare ass. If she was trying to make me jealous, it was working.
I don't think anyone was in a hurry for the evening to end except for maybe James and me who were lacking in female companionship. We came upon a large driftwood log. Wally proposed we sit and rest from our strenuous hike that had covered maybe a hundred yards. The log wasn't large enough for all of us so the ladies amiably agreed to sit on their companions lap. I was annoyed to see my wife sit on John's lap with her back against his chest.
Wally lit another joint and we sat watching the moonlight reflecting on the Gulf. The bottle of tequila was nearly empty when it got to me. I finished the last inch in the bottle and dropped it onto the sand. I had had way too much to drink and smoke. I was totally fucked up and more than happy to sit staring at the moonlit Gulf. If it weren't for the speed mixed in the joints, I would have been comatose.
James and I were both staring at my wife sitting on John's lap. John had sat with his knees together, so Cathy was forced to sit with knees outside of his. I watched as he slowly spread his legs to separate her thighs further. He had one hand inside the top of her wrap caressing her breast. His other hand stroked up and down the inside of her thigh before eventually disappearing under the bottom of her wrap. When his fingers found her naked pussy, she twisted her head around to kiss him. She moaned into his mouth as John slowly finger fucked my wife in front of all of us. The only reason Cathy didn't have an orgasm was that John was not touching her clit. I had rarely brought my wife to orgasm through vaginal stimulation alone. Still, she was extremely aroused. I can only imagine what her mental state was. She had drunk and smoked a lot more than I had, and she was still suffering from jet lag.
We had been sitting on the log for some time when Kimberly said, "I had the strangest dream last night. I was with the other Alabama cheerleaders on a yacht cruising the Red Sea when we were captured by slavers. We were taken to a slave market in an exotic port city. We were stripped naked and chained to posts for inspection by a crowd of men. One after another, the men came up to inspect us. I heard the other girls cry out under the cruel hands of their potential buyers. I resolved not to give them the satisfaction of seeing my fear. They checked my teeth, felt my breasts and even shoved their fingers into my pussy. The men seemed to be intrigued by my shaved pussy and stroked my mound repeatedly while chattering with their colleagues. I writhed under their probing fingers, but somehow I managed to remain silent. Despite my intense fear, I became aroused. Before long, my pussy was wet, and my juices were running down my thighs. One of the men appeared to be enraged by my passivity, and he pinched my clit between his rough fingers. I screamed as he twisted and tugged at my sensitive nub."
"After they finished their examination, a fat ugly man climbed onto a platform and made a speech in a language I couldn't understand. One of my friends was brought up onto the platform and chained spreadeagled to a pair of posts. The man would yell something in a sing-song voice, and people in the audience would shout back. I didn't understand their language, but I knew we were being auctioned off. I was the last girl to be sold. Once I was tied to the posts, the auctioneer touched the most intimate parts of my body and chatted with the crowd. The hot sun beat down on my naked body as I squirmed under his touch. The bidding was enthusiastic, and the auctioneer seemed pleased with the final price."
Kimberly continued her account of her sensual dream. "A greasy old man was the winner. He was accompanied by a large black man who was evidently his servant. The servant fastened a jeweled choker with a leash around my neck. I was blindfolded, and my hands were tied behind my back. I stumbled forward when someone jerked on the leash. I was led through crowded streets. My ears were assaulted by a cacophony of strange sounds while my nose was stimulated by the exotic fragrances of a foreign city. Rough hands repeatedly fondled my naked body. It felt like we had walked for several miles before we stopped."
"My blindfold was removed, and my eyes were momentarily blinded by the intense sunlight. My sight recovered as I was led into a squalid building. I saw a crowd of men following us into the murky interior. Several scantily clad young women were waiting on a handful of customers in a large smoky room. The black man led me into a smaller room dominated by a large bed. He removed the leash after he tied my wrists and ankles to the corners of the bed. I was naked except for the jeweled collar. A large pillow was shoved under my ass putting my pussy on display for anyone entering the room. The greasy old man who had bought me rubbed my pussy until my labia flowered and my juices flowed."
"When he was satisfied with my arousal, he nodded to his servant and the big man opened the door. I could see a line of men stretching out of the building. When they caught sight of me, they pointed and shouted hungrily. The first man handed over a gold coin and crawled between my legs. I screamed when he took me roughly. I was relieved he didn't last long, but as soon as he left, he was replaced by another even more disgusting man. I realized in horror that I was the new girl in the fat man's brothel. Each man was followed by another until I passed out from exhaustion. It was dawn when my owner untied me."
Kimberly concluded her tale, "I woke up at that point. The dream left me aroused, and I rubbed my pussy until I had an intense orgasm. I think a lot of women have fantasies about being sold into bondage."
No one commented on Kimberly's sensual dream. We were all very stoned, but I'm sure all of us were aroused by her detailed description of her dream fantasy. I know my cock was hard from listening to Kimberly's story and watching John finger my wife.
