My Husband Fucked Me Over Ch 21

In this chapter, the four left behind in Naples, join the rest on the American Entrepreneur. Sam and company get oral sex lessons from Beth, then practice on either their loved ones or strangers. Stephanie becomes Bonnie's temporary Dominant with Bill's permission. Grant begins breeding Becky. This chapter contains oral sex, public sex, lesbian sex, interracial sex, extra-marital sex, including breeding, and some D/s. This is a copyrighted work and not to be altered, edited, changed, modified, or published anywhere else in any other format without this author's permission. © Copyright 2024

My Husband Fucked Me Over, Ch 21

Decompressing

Emma was awake before Pen or me. I heard her stirring, so I got up with her. As soon as I left Pen's arms, she also woke up. She sat up.

"Emma, angel, how are you doing?" I asked.

"Okay. I want to play with Sarah and David again today. I like them a lot. Can I?"

"Of course you can. Do you think you'd like to share a room with them?"

"Can I?"

"I don't see why not, but we'll have to check with their parents first. At the very least, you can share a room with Billy again, but I wanted you with me last night, just to be sure you were okay, since we had to change our plans so suddenly."

"I'm okay. Really. It was fun to fly in the helicopter and meet new children. What are we going to do today?"

"I'm not sure. Why don't we ask at breakfast. I know we're anchored near an island. Perhaps we can build sand castles again. I know we're safe, so there are lots of different things we may be able to do. Let's get you ready for breakfast. Let's brush your teeth and get you dressed."

We all got ready to meet the world and we had to go down a couple decks to find the mess. Upon reaching it, we found a lot of the others were up as well. Food was being served cafeteria style again, and I got Emma some of her favorites, and she sat down with Billy, while we sat down with Bonnie and Stephanie. They'd had Billy in their room, so their night had also been sex free.

"I think it's safe to let Emma and Billy share a room again," I said. "I don't know where David and Sarah sleep, but perhaps they can all share a cabin."

"Billy would love that. All this morning, he's been going on 'David this, and David that', Bonnie said. "I think he has a man crush. Do you know that Sahar is already teaching them self-defense?"

"I didn't know, but I'm not surprised."

It wasn't long before Joshua, Beth, Miranda and Sahar came to breakfast with the kids. Sahar was holding Sarah, bouncing her up and down on her hip, laughing. Their kids were as excited to see ours as ours were to see theirs, and as soon as they had their food, they were seated at the kids table.

The four adults got a seat near ours.

"I hope you had a restful night of sleep?" Joshua asked.

"I slept better than I have in months," I said. "It's the safest I've felt in a long time, but perhaps I slept too well."

"Too well?" Beth said. "Why too well."

"It's been awhile since I had a child in my room and it curtailed some of my other nighttime activities."

They all laughed. "Would they like to share a room with Sarah and David?" Joshua asked.

"They'd love it," Bonnie said. "Billy has loved hanging out with another boy."

"Done. Their room has got two sets of bunk beds," Beth said. "What do you want to do today?"

"Well, we've all been stuck in the house for some time, and we took the boat ride with the hope of being able to go to the beach and build sand castles and such," I said. "The kids have had cabin fever as much as we have."

"Sand castles it is then," Joshua said. "We have some water toys that most kids enjoy so perhaps they'd like to ride some wave runners or go parasailing?"

"Both Billy and Emma loved our Sea Doos," Pen said. "You can pull a parasail behind your yacht?"

"We've got some smaller craft as well for getting crew to and from shore. A lot of them are used for man overboard drills. We'll need to get you indoctrinated on some safety protocols. Perhaps we'll do those after lunch when we get underway again," Joshua said. "We have fire drills and man overboard drills you should be familiar with."

"Since you've had some thugs after you, perhaps we should put you all on our Hogan's Alley to improve your shooting skills this afternoon," Sahar said.

"What's Hogan's Alley?" I asked.

"They call it that after a video game that was popular years back," Beth said. "It's like a training tool we've sold to various police departments and the military to teach target recognition, acquisition, and shooting skills. Picking out the right targets to shoot and not shooting your friends, and not get hit yourselves. It's quite the training tool."

"That does sound useful," Stephanie said. "I'd like to try it."

"Don't try to get in a shooting bet with Sahar. You'll lose," Beth said.

"Ah, Beth, you're no fun," Sahar laughed. "It might have been fun having some newbies lick my pussy."

"You could always ask," Beth laughed. "By the sleeping arrangements, I'm not sure anyone has a problem licking pussy."

"If they don't, you should give them all a Beth Special."

"What's a Beth Special?" Bonnie asked.

"Nobody, and I mean nobody licks pussy or sucks cock like my Sweetie. You don't know what sex is until she's given you her special," Sahar said.

"I'd have to get my husband's approval first, but that sounds interesting," Bonnie said.

"You should have her teach you to suck your husband's cock better," Sahar said. "He won't be disappointed. You have to practice on a real dick though."

"I guess that leaves me out," Bonnie said. "I'm not sucking any other dick but Bill's. I've learned my lesson."

"Not if you practice on Bill's cock," Joshua said. "There's no reason for them not to come on board. We could pick them up Friday after they're off work."

"You wouldn't have to miss Becky's breeding by Grant if we do that," I told Stephanie. "We should do that."

"Wait a minute," Joshua said. "Why is Grant breeding someone named Becky?"

""I can't have children," Stephanie said. "Sam and Becky have graciously offered to carry a child for Grant and me."

"I'm so sorry," Miranda said. "That's unfortunate."

"I thought we wouldn't be able to have children, but Sam offered her services for one, then her friend Becky offered us another. Tomorrow is Friday," Stephanie said. "Will we be back to Naples by then?"

"We don't have to be in Naples," Joshua said. "Having a helicopter is very convenient for things like this. We could pick up everyone involved at the Naples airport. No biggie. Just name a time and Farah will be there to pick them up."

"Everyone is usually done by six," Pen said. "I'll notify Robert."

"I'll call Bill," Bonnie said.

"Ask him if Beth can lick your pussy," Sahar said. "You won't regret it."

"You don't mind if your wife licks other pussies?" I asked.

"She's a submissive sex slave slut. If she isn't licking a pussy, she's being wasted," Sahar said.

Beth laughed and kissed Sahar.

"I have a question," I asked. "Is Sarah's name based on Sahar?"

"Wow, I never thought of that," Beth said. "They are similar, aren't they? No, Master is Jewish and David and Sarah were chosen because they're Biblical names. Joshua's grandmother was named Sarah. I like the idea that it's so close to Sahar's name though. It is fitting that it be close. I'd have been dead if not for her. Dead or enslaved."

"Are you going to have a child?" I asked Sahar.

"I'm considering it. I'm a little worried that I wouldn't be able to protect Beth if I'm pregnant though."

"Does she require that much protection?"

"We've managed to piss off a lot of people," Joshua said. "We're still doing it. We're still freeing a half dozen to a dozen human trafficked slaves every year, resulting in the arrests of certain slave owners."

"How do you identify them?" I asked.

"The test I gave you yesterday afternoon not only tells me if you're Dominant or submissive, but if you are supposedly a submissive, and you test out as Dominant or neutral, you're not really submissive but being enslaved against your will. I'm giving the test to men and women we find in BDSM clubs, massage parlors, etcetera, to determine if they're voluntary or not."

"What test?" Bonnie said.

"Beth gave it to me after my psychological testing yesterday. Have you got my results yet?"

"Do you care if the others know? It's supposed to be confidential."

"No, I don't care."

"As I suspected. You were in neutral territory, although just slightly on the submissive side of the line. I'd like to give the test to the rest of your party as well. Perhaps while the kids are building sand castles this morning."

"Sure, I'll take it," Bonnie said.

"I will too," Pen said.

"Hell, count me in," Stephanie said.

******

We wound up our breakfast, and everyone got in their swimsuits. We took what they called a tender to ferry those of us who were going to the beach to the shore. The men I recognized as Ethan and Rafael brought a four person wave runner powerful enough to tow a parasail, and a jet ski to shore. We had a fine morning of fun. The children all got jet ski rides, one at a time with Rafael.

Ethan took two people at a time for a parasailing ride. Pen and I went, Stephanie and Bonnie went, Ethel and Ben went, Sahar and Beth went, and Miranda and Joshua went last of all. Each of the rides was fifteen to twenty minutes long. While we weren't doing that, or building sand castles, each of us took Beth's D/s survey on an iPad she'd brought with us.

After a full morning of fun, we had lunch in the mess again, although Beth warned us to be prepared for another full dining meal for supper. The kids had all gotten tuckered out after their morning of activities in the sun, so we put them down for naps. The ship had started to move again to our next locale. Pen and Bonnie called their husbands and invited them to meet the Greenbriar helicopter at the Naples Airport at six PM on Friday. Grant would automatically be coming with Robert, so I called Becky and invited her to come, and to bring her homework. The kids knew they were to see Maahnoor when they woke up.

Our phone calls done, Sahar took us to the gym and showed us the 'Hogan's Alley' set up they had. She showed us the mockups of the weapons they had, (all Smith and Wesson) as that was what their crew used. Since I used the S&W .40 caliber automatic that was nearly identical to their 9 MM, I used that for my shooting. The set up was the ship we were on, and the training had the ship being attacked by pirates. Sahar showed us how we could shelter in place by staying behind a mock barrier, or move by stepping out. Sahar told all of us to stay in place and wait for the bad guys to come to us.

"That's what you'll be doing if we got boarded for real, so practice that," she said. "Since Stephanie has served in the Army, she can try stepping out if she wants. There is a kick to the weapon, so it feels similar to what you'd expect, but no noise. We don't want to scare the straights with gunfire. Keep track of your ammo fired. When you're empty, step back behind the barrier, drop your magazine, and then slam it back in and release the slide, just like a real gun so you develop muscle memory. You're ready to fire again. Try not to shoot the people in the blue or white uniforms. That's the crew, working to clear the ship. Shoot the guys wearing mismatched clothes. If you get shot twice because you had your neck out, you're dead. If you shoot a friendly twice, you're not dead, but you failed. Any questions?"

"Show us how you do it," I asked.

Sahar gave us a shooting demonstration like I'd never seen before. If a face appeared, it got shot off, or a double tap if the shot wasn't to the head. Everything was smooth as silk. She didn't shoot a single friendly and killed something like 23 bad guys in the course of ten minutes.

When I tried it, I got shot twice in five minutes, plus shot a friendly once. I'd been feeling somewhat confident of my skills before then. Neither Bonnie nor Pen did any better than me. Edith did about the same, Ben lasted longer, and Stephanie lasted the longest of the non-crew. She didn't shoot any friendlies, and didn't get shot when she was behind the barrier, but as soon as she started to move, she started getting shot.

"I tried to anticipate where the villains would be coming from," Stephanie said, "based upon what went down before."

"You can't do that. Each time, it's completely different, except it's the same ship," Sahar said. "It tries to mimic real life through AI, so you can't memorize the course. We can put up different scenarios on here. We generally keep the ship scenario because that's where we are, but if we knew we were going somewhere else, we'd plan for that mission."

"Did you have one for the island where you rescued us?" I asked.

"Not specifically. It takes the techno geeks time to put together what you need for an exact mission, but we've all played in the trees and sand before. Plus, they've all worked together for years. You develop a sense of what the others you're with are going to do. Edgar pulled up a Google Earth image of the island while we were on the bird flying in, pointed out where we were all to go when we got there to prepare for several eventualities. About the only thing we didn't know was about the campground at the southern tip of the island. Once Ben filled us in, we knew we needed to keep anyone there safe, but we were in overkill mode anyway."

"What do you mean, overkill?" I asked.

"Well, I'd trust our group to handle thirty enemy combatants who didn't know squat about real fighting. Armed thugs aren't trained that well. Plus, they didn't have our technical advantage. We knew where they were, and they didn't know we were going to be there. The most they had to worry about was maybe a few unfortunate tourists, and one boat filled mostly with women. They didn't expect to have a real fight on their hands. We did. It really wasn't a fight. It was more a slaughter. They were all given the chance to surrender, and they didn't take it. Boo-hoo."

"You don't have much sympathy for them, do you?" I asked.

"Not for murderous thugs. Should I?" Sahar replied.

"No. I don't think so."

"Look, the biggest thing most women have going for them when fighting bigger and stronger men, is the element of surprise. Act helpless, but when you have to attack, go into it full bore. Don't hesitate, don't pull your punches. Go for the kill, and don't give up until you quit breathing. There are worse things than dying."

******

We had another nice meal in the dining room, chicken marsala with a nice white wine, at least that's what I was told. I didn't have any of the wine, nor did any of the other pregnant women. The ship had come to another stop, and I spent an hour reading to the children after supper before tucking them into bed. All four of them were listening raptly as I read to them. When they were safely put down, Joshua asked if we'd like to use the spa again.

"That would be lovely," I said. "I'll go put on my suit. I hope it's dry. I hate putting on a wet suit."

"You can go sans suit," Joshua said. "Get back to your room with a towel wrapped around you."

"That does sound pleasant," Pen said. "What about the rule of no nudity in that spa?"

"Rules can be changed. It's still a good rule to have when the children are about."

"You don't care if you're naked in front of everyone?" I asked Pen.

"We'll be under the water in the evening. How visible will we be? Essentially, we'll only be visible as we get in, and as we get out. We've been topless in front of each other, including Ben."

"I suppose it's not much different," I said. "Fine, let's do it."

Only Edith and Ben declined the offer, although they agreed to go in with suits, and had no problem with any of the rest of us going in naked. It was in that way, I learned that Joshua was quite similar in size to Robert down below. Former congresswoman, Miranda Ward, was a stunning woman, and Sahar didn't have a lick of fat on her anywhere. She looked chiseled from stone, although curvy enough to tempt any man, or lesbian, I guess. I was attracted to her. Beth wasn't the same level of hardness, but still looked like an athlete, and I later learned she'd done Ironman competitions, although none since Sarah was born, although she was getting ready for her next one in six months.

We talked first about the planned activities for tomorrow. Joshua was of the opinion that since Robert's boat was being looked for, it should go into storage somewhere, making it harder for anyone else to find it. No one was looking for Joshua's ship, so we should be safe from discovery. Ben knew of a marina in Marco that could take it and he said he could make arrangements for it tomorrow morning.

Ethan and two other heavily armed men would leave in the morning with Ben, for Marco where it would get stored out of sight. They could get picked up from there at the same time as Farah picked up our four. That sounded like a good plan to Ben and Penelope.

"Beth, do you have the results of the surveys we took?" Bonnie asked. "I'm sort of curious."

"Do you care if others know? It's your business and no one else needs to know."

Bonnie looked at the rest of us. "We've been through quite a bit together. If I trust them with my life, I guess I don't have a problem trusting them with my psyche."

"How about the rest of you?" Beth asked. "Do you all want to know?"

"I think so," Edith said. "We've all gotten pretty close."

The others agreed it wouldn't hurt anything for us to know.

"Very well," Beth said. "Ben and Edith are well matched. They're both in the neutral range, but Edith is slightly submissive, while Ben is slightly Dominant. That's fairly common in men and women. Women are raised not to be aggressive, while men are. Over fifty percent of all women will fall in the neutral, but modestly submissive category, and over fifty percent of men would go in Ben's category.

"Penelope is neutral, but very slightly Dominant, like Ben, just on the fringe of exactly neutral. I would think this slight Dominance would help with her fund raising activities. She's willing to push for donations, where other women might not.

"Bonnie is submissive, but not substantially so. Sam, was Ransom a somewhat Dominant individual?"

"He convinced me to marry him despite a slight desire on my part not to get married right out of college; that I was still too young and wanted some adventures before settling down."

"That could have been a contributing factor to why Bonnie had her affair with Ransom."

"You mean that if some Dominant individual told me to get on my knees and suck his cock, I'd find myself cheating on Bill again?"

Joshua ordered in quite the strong, stern voice, "Bonnie, come here and suck my dick."

Bonnie looked at him for a moment or two, then started across the spa towards him before breaking out into laughter and returning to her place beside Stephanie.

"As you can see," Beth said, laughing herself, "it doesn't quite work that way. You still have free will. While you may have impulses one way of the other, you're not blindly going to obey those impulses. It becomes easier to obey as a submissive, but not impossible to resist. The more submissive you are, the harder those impulses are to resist, but knowing yourself, it becomes even easier to say no. Give yourself a little credit for being made of sterner stuff. As I said, you're only slightly submissive. It could have been a contributing factor, but it wasn't the only one. We're all more complex than that.

"Stephanie, on the other hand, is slightly Dominant. She's a take charge lady. Without knowing anything about Grant, but that he's an alpha male who used to be special forces and working with Smitty, I'd venture to guess that there might be a little internal marital conflict, not substantially so. Having been in the army herself and learned how to take orders, she might not fight it too much if Grant gives an order related to his area of expertise, but there could be places where it rankles for her to 'obey' her husband?"