Honeymoon Hazards (12 page)

It was hard to condemn the guy. A lot of men would act the same if they could pull it off. And he did seem to leave his women satisfied. As long as he focused on sensible women, he was right that they would just walk away with a pleasant memory, though maybe mixed in with a touch of guilt. Elsa and Claire knew enough to see him for what he was, a fun romp. For Kitten he was just a cock. But Janelle…. Young, naïve, sensuous Janelle. I wondered if Dale had ever given her an orgasm. Even if he had, Trent would turn her inside out and upside down.

It was a crazy thought to have while he was still, probably, screwing my own wife, but I made a vow that no matter what, I would protect Janelle from him. She and Dale might never know of my intervention, but I was determined.

My phone buzzed with an incoming text.

-- he’s gone

I looked at my watch. It was almost midnight. He’d been in our room for almost ten hours, eight of them without me around. I shuddered to think what he had managed to talk her into doing in all that time.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

I went back to the room. It was like a scene out a movie, so much so that it almost seemed like they spent the whole time arranging it for effect rather than banging. The centerpiece was the bed. Claire lay face down across it, loosely covered in a sheet wrapped around her like a toga. The fitted sheets had been torn off in three of the four corners exposing much of the bare mattress beneath.

A lamp sat on the floor, its shade askew. The comforter and pillows had been piled on the floor. There was a bathrobe draped across the TV. The entire desk had been swept clean at one point, the phone, resort directory, and room service menu jammed together haphazardly against the wall. Speaking of room service, there was a silver tray in the corner of the room with remnants of a Pu Pu platter as well as the two bottles of champagne crisscrossed at the neck.

I approached Claire. Her hair was soaked almost as if she’d just come out of the shower, but I quickly realized it was just sweat. I shook her awake.

“Huh?”

“Are you okay?”

“Umm, yeah. Sleepy.”

“Did he…”
Did he fuck you in the ass?
I trailed off before completing my thought.

She lifted herself up slightly. “I’ll tell you everything tomorrow. Okay?”

I nodded. She collapsed back onto the bed. That seemed to have taken all her remaining strength because she immediately fell into a deep sleep.

I straightened up the room and remade the bed as best as I could without waking her. I couldn’t resist looking under her sheet. I gently unrolled her, exposing her nakedness. I didn’t really know what I was looking for. She’d been roughly handled, but not so much so that the evidence was obvious. Her butt cheeks were a little red and splotchy, and she did seem to have a hickey over her collarbone. But otherwise, there were few visible signs of her defilement, though I had no doubt he’d been quite thorough with my wife.

I curled up in the armchair and quickly nodded off. It had been another long day for me.

I awoke to the sight of Claire coming out of the shower, naked except for a towel wrapped around her head. Seeing me stirring, she walked over and crouched down beside me, putting her hand on my forearm.

“Are you okay, John?”

“Are you?”

“Me? Yes. But I’m not the one dealing with the emotions of my spouse spending the day with another man?”

“How can you be so sure? I was gone a long time.”

She raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t realize
that
was another one of your fantasies.”

It took me a second to process her meaning. “No, not another man, another… never mind. Annabelle did offer to fuck me.”

“She’d fuck anything that moves, that one.”

“Gee thanks. As opposed to Trent who’ll fuck anything with a wedding ring on?”

Claire nodded as if understanding something suddenly. “So you are mad.”

“I don’t think I really have a right to be. Not this time at least.”

“Well, we didn’t need to keep going after you left.”

“Well, there is that.”

She nodded. “This is a dangerous game. I’m not able to just shut it off.”

“No, I know. And frankly, that’s sort of what makes it hot. I like the idea of you being out of control.”

“So?”

“Well, but I don’t want to feel like I’m a second class citizen.”

She shook her head. “I don’t quite understand.”

“What did you do with him?”

“Nothing I haven’t or wouldn’t do with you.”

“Just tell me.”

She shrugged. “Lots of sucking and fucking. He likes to be dominant, so I spent a lot of time being held down, arms over my head, that kind of thing, bent over the desk. We had sex out on the balcony. We had bathrobes on, but anyone looking closely would know what was going on. Were you looking?”

I shook my head.

“I wish you had,” she said. Then after a pause she continued, “Shower sex. Lots of oral.” She blushed. “He tied me up with the bathrobe belt at one point.” She mimicked her hands bound behind her back. “I think I might be able to give Elsa a run for her money now.”

Oh God.
I imagined Claire on her knees, hands behind her, off-balance, swallowing his fat tool, deeper, deeper until he was all the way inside her mouth, her lips stretched around his shaft, spit dripping off her chin. Did he pat her on the head for a job well-done? Reward her with a nice, sticky throatful of cum?

“What else?” I asked.

“I don’t know. What are you searching for?”

I sighed. I needed to come clean. “He told me he wanted to sodomize you.”

She laughed. “Oh God, did he ever. Kept asking, begging for it.”

“And, did you?”

“God no.”

I wasn’t sure I believed her. I didn’t believe that the sweaty, exhausted creature I’d seen last night would have had the willpower to resist his persistent demands.

“Okay,” I said, despite my doubts.

She looked up at me, rubbing her hands on my thighs. “So why didn’t you fuck Annabelle?”

I shrugged. “I don’t really know.”

“She’s pretty wild. I bet she’d have been up for just about anything.”

Why hadn’t I fucked her? I sort of knew why.

“Because you’d never forgive me if I did.”

She opened her mouth to reply, closed it, then opened it again. “I’d have no right to object.”

“No, but that’s not how it works, is it?”

“Don’t! Don’t John. Don’t call me a selfish bitch.”

“You’re not. You’re normal. I’m the fucked-up one.”

“No, Jesus, no John. You’re the most… the most
fucking
open-minded man I know. And, God, I love you for it.”

“Have you cheated on me before?”

“No,” she replied quickly.

I believed her, but there was more. “But you’ve thought about it?”

“What, John? You don’t fantasize about other women?”

I laughed. “Of course, I do. Poor Scarlet Johansson. If only she knew what I did to her in my dreams.”

“So? Why are you condemning me?”

I laughed. “I’m not. I just want you to admit it to me.”

She sneered at me. “And then, that’s it? I admit I’m a disgusting, horny slut who sometimes dreams about being fucked hard by big-cocked studs? And then what?”

She was still between my knees. “And then, I get hard, and you suck my cock, and then ride me until we both come?”

“And you hate me forever.”

“And I love you forever,” I replied, as she took me in her mouth.

We had a normal day. A full-blown normal, honeymoon day. After our morning sex, we went to the beach. We played in the waves. We snarked about the other guests. We had fish tacos at the beach restaurant.

I told Claire about overhearing the Lesbians. She laughed.

“He actually arranged another hook up while in bed with me? Well, actually we were on the floor when he got the text.”

That image flashed through my mind. The pile of pillows. He’d been doing her doggy style at the time. I wondered if he was actually still inside of her when he read the message, answered it. Why was it a turn on to think of another man using my wife so casually?

She was grinning at me, as if she could read my mind. She shook her head, obviously as puzzled by my behavior as I was.

“You’re not surprised, are you?”

She laughed. “No. Though, I have to admit, my pride is a little wounded. I’d like to think that when I’m with a man, I’m all he can think about.”

“You’re all I can think about, even when I’m not with you.”

“All?”

I nodded and then, after a pause, shook my head.

“I have a confession.”

“Oooh, goodie. Make it something juicy so I can assuage my guilt.”

I sighed. “Okay… so yesterday, when I threw you at Trent? I didn’t really want to watch.”

She shook her head. “No way, John. You were way into it.”

“Oh, yeah, definitely. Never would have thought I would. But yeah, I did totally get into ordering you two around. But that was a surprise to me, to tell the truth.”

“So?”

“Okay, so, remember the girl he was talking to?”

“Farm girl, right?”

“Well, I noticed her earlier.”

She gave me a queer look. “Notice? Or spied on?”

I shrugged in surrender.

“I saw her and her husband through their window. And then, weirdly, I ran into him in one of the bars and we got to talking.”

She laughed. “And what, you two bonded over wife-watching fantasies?”

“No, no, nothing like that. He’s an innocent. She is, too. I guess. I don’t really know, but anyway, I couldn’t bear the thought of Trent seducing her.”

She looked at me wide-eyed. “You had me fuck him because you didn’t want him fucking her?”

“Something like that.”

“Wow, fuck John, that’s… that’s weird. I mean, I can sort of respect a voyeur fantasy, but that sounds a little, I dunno, stalkerish. What’s her name?”

“Janelle.”

Her eyes got even wider. “Whoa, how do you know that?”

“I told you, I spoke to her hubby. He was, like, looking for advice, I guess.”

She laughed. “You didn’t mention to him that your own wife was cheating on you, I guess.”

“Annabelle said the same thing.”

“Abs? When did you…? Oh never mind. See, and here I was thinking I’d had an eventful trip, but you have a whole other life going on.”

“Look, he and Janelle are like, I dunno, high school sweethearts. They’re just trying to figure out how to be together, and I didn’t think it was fair for Trent to get between them. We could, I guess, I knew we’d survive it. They wouldn’t have.”

“That’s… that’s weird, John. It’s weird.” She paused. “And sweet I guess. And weird. So now what, fairy godmother?”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Guardian angel?”

“Yes, much better. What do you mean, now what?”

“Well, so, John, first of all, you still haven’t told me the whole story. And second, Guardian Angel, you haven’t told me why you told me?”

Why had I told her? Was I just coming clean? Or….

“I don’t really know.”

“You don’t, or you don’t want to say?”

“It’s not that easy. If I’d asked you if you wanted to fuck Trent at the luau what would you have said?”

“I would have said no.”

“But you’d have –“

“Thought yes. Okay, so is that it? You don’t want Trent to be with her because you want to be with her instead?”

Oh God, I did want to be with her, so much. Ever since I’d first seen her amazing, libidinous body, seen Dale’s inability to appreciate or even understand what he had, I’d wanted her.

“I’d like to think that what I really want is to, I dunno, teach her about sex.”

“Trent could have done that,” she answered.
Better than you
is what I also heard.

“Yes, but not in a good way. He breaks women. Humiliates men. That’s his thing. Fucking for him is about power. They couldn’t handle it. Neither one of them.”

“He’s not that bad.”

I shook my head. “Oh, I don’t doubt he’s a fun fling. But don’t you think he’d be bad for a nineteen-year-old farm girl experiencing sex for the first time?”

She started to protest, then paused. “If he’d been my first, I’d still be pining over him, I guess. Okay, so he’d be bad for her. But you’d be good?”

She saw the look in my eyes. “That came out wrong,” she added, quickly. “I am sure you’d be good. I meant, would you be good for her?”

Did I even care? I wasn’t sure. Would I be worried about her and Dale and their future if I was balls deep in her tight, little cunt, sucking on those fat, meaty tits? No, not at the time, but yes definitely later. I began speaking before my thoughts were even fully formed.

“Maybe, if… if we… I mean, you and I… It could be sort of fun… I mean, you know, like teaching them.”

She laughed. “Oh God, John, that is a wicked thought. You think what they really need is an introduction to wife-swapping?”

Her eyes were bright, her mouth twisted into a jaunty smile. Was she challenging me to disavow my suggestion? Or was she signaling her interest in it?

“Did you push me into having sex with Trent so you could drop this on me?”

I laughed. “Pushed you? I’m not sure I could have held you back if I’d tried.”

“But you didn’t.”

“No.”

“And you did put the idea in my head. I would never…”

“Yeah, yeah, it had never occurred to you how much fun it might be to fuck his brains out until I teased you about.”

She put her hands up. “I would have thought about it… but I would never have done it.”

“Fine, but I was pushing on an open door.”

“Granted.”

“You didn’t answer me. Do you think you let it happen because you wanted to engineer this conversation?”

“I would never have been able to plan this far ahead.”

“And yet, here we are, aren’t we Mr. Rivers? After what I’ve done with Trent, I’m in no position to deny you
any
fantasy you might have.”

Any fantasy.
That surely removed any ambiguity. She owed me. What did I want to cash it in on?

I pictured her on her hands and knees, my cock sliding into her tiny, tight butthole. I pictured her with Annabelle, licking and sucking each other, as I debated which hole I wanted to explore first. Did I really want to cash my check on Dale and Janelle?

“It’s what I want.”

She gave me a saucy look. “Who knew that trading that engagement ring for a wedding ring would bring out your kinky side?”

“Do you like it?”

She regarded me thoughtfully. “I don’t know yet. Let’s assume that what happens in Hawaii stays in Hawaii. So what do we do next?”

I knew that Trent was tied up tonight. Or more accurately, Kitten was the one likely to be tied up. I wondered what Betty would really think about it when she actually saw the way he manhandled her wife. Would she deal with the reality as well as she did with the idea of it? But Trent’s commitment was my opportunity.

“No lies,” I said to Claire. “We play it straight with them. If they’re interested, we’re interested.”

She shrugged. “Just like that? We walk up to them and ask them to fuck?”

“No. Honesty doesn’t need to imply crudeness.”

Claire laughed. “But we are asking them to fuck, right?”