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Barbados Honeymoon

By: ukresearcher



If Kerry hadn't been allocated to work with me during her work experience from university I would never have dared speak to her, she was so obviously out of my league. She is one of those girls who are perfect in both face and body and her face is almost more than that, with a kind of pure beauty. Her only fault in a classical sense is that at 5'4" she is too short to be a fashion model and even had lack of height not ruled her out, she is slightly too well rounded for the catwalk. 

When I half-heartedly invited her out I was amazed when she accepted and after a few more dates even more surprised to find that she really liked me. When we had been going out for a while I asked why she wasn't a film star because there are far less attractive females on TV who are meant to be beautiful. Kerry explained that her mother had specifically warned her against trying to use her looks to gain fame and fortune telling her that only a very few ever make it and the rest end up posing for seedy pictures and worse.

It was no surprise to find that she had a past but it was actually far less than I might have expected. "Only the really pushy types had the nerve to try to pick me up," Kerry said, "The ones who looked like really nice guys seemed to watch me from afar and I could hardly go to them. The trouble with the brash males I ended up with is that they were invariably very self centred, thinking only of their own pleasure. Also most of them wanted me as a trophy and not for myself. My mother told me that if I wanted to have a happy life I should try to find someone like my dad. I can agree with that because he's a wonderful man, always quiet and gentle. You're the only man I've met who comes anywhere close."

When I met her parents I could immediately see that my love's beauty was inherited because her mother must have at one time been equally beautiful -- I bet she could still turn a fair few heads. It was also apparent, from the many shared glances and frequent casual touching, that I was seeing an exceptionally happy marriage. Kerry's dad was just as she described, very intelligent but completely unassuming and easy-going. I took to him the first moment we met.

After six months Kerry moved into my flat, with the blessing of her parents, and a year later we were married. Selling my flat and some generous financial help given as a wedding present, allowed us to buy a nice sized house but in a completely run down condition. There was no money spare for a honeymoon so we agreed to delay it for a year. From then on we worked every spare minute on the house and it was over eighteen months before we could consider taking the delayed honeymoon but then fortune smiled on us and we were able to find a very cut price cancellation holiday in Barbados. It was self-catering and the accommodation was little more than a beach shack but it promised to be idyllic. The first day we were so tired from jet lag that we slept late, crept out onto the beach to sleep some more then back to more slumber in the chalet, without ever finding the energy to consummate our honeymoon. 

The second day we did some sun bathing and swimming in the morning and in the afternoon found a place where we could enjoy a leisurely cool drink while watching the world go by. The place we chose had a collection of tables on well shaded patio at a higher elevation than the street. Access was by steps and another part of the business premises lay under our feet. From this position we had an unimpeded view of the sea without undue distraction from passing cars in the road below. Our table was near the front railing and Kerry had stood up to get a better view of something that was happening below. Curious, I leaned forward to see what she found so interesting but was distracted by the sight of a beautiful car that had paused briefly, blocked by a low loader lorry parked in front of the building we were in. I don't know a lot about cars but the sleek graceful lines of this vehicle said that in was in the big money league.

I sat back nurturing a quick flash of envy, so when a couple of minutes later, I caught the same car heading in the opposite direction, I too was on my feet. I had only caught a glimpse of the outline before but the car was unmistakable. It had to be a Roles Royce, a vintage model but in immaculate condition. Instead of continuing straight past, the car pulled up and allowed a couple to alight, before the chauffeur continued on his way. My eyes followed this pair as they headed towards the steps leading up to where we were because they were an anachronism, immaculately dressed but both wearing clothes that might have been the height of fashion sixty years ago. They looked to be in their early fifties, she slightly older than him. He sported a navy blazer with gold buttons and a large silk motif embroidered on the pocket, sharply creased cream trousers, very obviously hand made 'deck shoes' and with the whole ensemble topped by an extravagant silk cravat. The lady had what had to be a designer original, a calf length silk creation that flatteringly clung to her slim shape - but it seemed not to have been made to accord with current taste. 

When the couple reached the stairs and disappeared from my view I was able to turn my gaze to see that the sight holding my wife's interest was a couple of muscular sweating black men stripped to the waist, unloading the lorry and carrying crates and boxes down into the basement. I joked, 'Put them down you don't know where they've been' but Kerry just laughed and claimed to be just watching local life in action. Rather than her beauty, that was what I loved most about my wife, the fact that she was completely unspoiled and very spontaneous. From then on she gave me a running commentary on the items being unloaded, as if that were the attraction.

Meanwhile the couple had taken a table, not directly adjacent to ours, but with a clear view to it. This gave me the chance for closer observation, which I did with surreptitious glances. The male looked of Mediterranean origin, heavily tanned and quite handsome with an Anthony Quinn type face topped by a full head of jet black hair with dignified white flashes at the temples. He seemed slightly below average height but very heavily built. I had the impression that his female companion was taller than he. Her bone structure said that at one time she must have been a very beautiful woman but that beauty was badly faded.

I was so intent on studying them that it came as a shock to realise that the man was returning the favour with his dark gaze unwaveringly fixed in our direction. I say 'in our direction' but his stare was far more specific than that. By this time Kerry had abandoned all pretence and was hanging over the rail for a better view of what was happening below and the older man's eyes were centred on the tightly stretched material covering my wife's pert round bottom. I knew that look, it happens all the time and I've grown to expect it. It's very understandable because my lovely wife is well worth looking at but while most admirers try to maintain at least some pretence of subtlety, this man's scrutiny was blatant. 

At the very moment that anger surged through me, the man's eyes switch to mine but instead of looking guilty at being caught in his voyeurism, his face split into a broad grin and standing, he started moving towards me. Edging past the intervening table he extended his hand saying, "Please excuse me for being so damn rude but quite frankly I was entranced by your lovely companion's sublime beauty. You are a very lucky young man to have won such a divine creature. Her face is worthy to launch a thousand ships and if I may be bold, her figure is simply exquisite." He was a bit over the top but how could I continue to resent a man so fulsome in praise of the woman I loved most in the world."

His wife had followed him and in the introductions that followed I found that her name was Sylvia and he was called Manos. When I said my name was Alex he said, "Named after my most illustrious countryman, I trust that you have the same courage and resolve as he young man," to which I shook my head, modestly disclaiming such a distinction. As compensation for his boorish behaviour Manos offered to buy us drinks but the pair took our acceptance as an invitation to take the two spare seats at the table. Manos immediately took charge of the conversation saying that he loved beauty, going on to explain that he was a connoisseur of beauty in all its forms be it cars, boats or works of art - and adding that whenever it was within his means, he made every effort to acquire it.

I was intending to ask what kind of beautiful things he had purchased but, before I had chance to speak, Sylvia asked me a question. From that point, instead of a four way conversation, Manos spoke to Kerry while I was collared by Sylvia and she was one of those people who demand eye contact, so I found it difficult to glance away. To make things worse, Manos had dropped his voice so I found it difficult to catch even a single word of what he was saying to my wife. I did notice that at one point he placed his hand briefly on her bare thigh as if to emphasise a point and another time lightly caressed her upper arm. I didn't like this but I know that some men are very tactile and make such gestures unconsciously -- although in my experience those men always had a hidden agenda. Then suddenly Manos leaned back and although still looking at Kerry spoke obviously for the benefit of all as he asked, "You seem to like boats, which of those out on the water do you like the most?"

Kerry's eyes scanned the sea before she answered, "I'm not sure which of those to pick but last night soon after we arrived there was a real beauty sailing across the bay." This answer seemed to please Manos. He asked her a few further questions then took a photograph from the inside pocket of his blazer to lie it in front of her saying, "Did it look anything like that by any chance?" Of course it was the same boat and Kerry exclaimed in delight. "That boat is the Aphrodite, my pride and joy. If you can spare the time it will give me the greatest pleasure to take you and your husband for a sail in her," Manos offered.

Kerry was so excited that she jumped up and ran to kiss me -- for a moment I thought she was going to kiss him. After a bit of discussion we decided that the following day would be the best -- Kerry was far too eager to wait any longer. "You will have to make an early start if we want to catch the best of the tide," Manos informed us. "The Aphrodite is berthed in Bridgetown on the opposite side of the island, so you'll have to allow for travelling time. Have you hired yourself a car?" We hadn't and that seemed as if it was going to present major problems as there wasn't a local taxi service. But then Manos thumped the table declaring that he had a much better idea. "Why don't you drive back with us now? I own a hotel in Bridgetown and can offer you overnight accommodation as my guests. We can have a meal, spend a very pleasant evening together and then tomorrow you'll be on the spot for setting off bright and early." We did mention a need to go back to our chalet to collect a change of clothes but on an assurance that he had a selection of garments suitable for evening wear at the hotel; we happily left with him and Sylvia when he used his mobile to call for his limousine to return. 

During the journey round the coast road, Sylvia and I travelled with our backs to the driver with Manos and my young wife in the facing seat. The older man sprawled himself confidently on the plush seat displaying his ownership of that exceptional vehicle but I felt that his knee pressing against that of my wife was not done accidentally. At the hotel we were taken to 'our' suite on the top floor. This comprised a bedroom complete with king sized bed and en-suite luxury bathroom, and a lounge that was larger than the floor area of the average house. 

Taking my wife's elbow, Manos flamboyantly flung open the doors of a large wardrobe to display a row of exquisite dresses. Inviting her to take her pick, he deftly extracted a white silk garment saying that he recommended that she should try that one first. Then turning to me he pointed to a much smaller wardrobe, in an almost off-hand manner, said that I should be able to find myself a suitable shirt and tie but could make no guarantee that there would be trousers to fit me. 

After our hosts had left us alone, Kerry did try on two or three of the dresses but there was only one real choice, a Greek style creation with a bare back and skirt split to the hip -- it might have been made for her and it was of course the one Manos had picked out. She also found some elegant high heel sandals that fitted and a white thong -- wearing a bra wasn't feasible in a dress like that. From 'my' wardrobe I did manage to get a frilled dress evening shirt, a dinner jacket and a black dicky bow but that was all, so I was forced to go down to the restaurant looking rather ridiculous, immaculate from the waist up but with brightly coloured beach shorts and sandals adorning my lower half. 

The meal was gourmet perfection and served at a table for four in a secluded exclusive part of the restaurant. However, even before the food arrived, to my frustration, the conversation quickly adopted the same polarisation as it had in the afternoon with Sylvia pinning me in wide ranging high flung discussion leaving her husband free to engage Kerry in what seemed to be a far more intimate chat. It had puzzled me why Manos had spent time dissecting his food into small pieces before even taking a mouthful but now a motive appeared when I noticed that he was eating exclusively with his left hand and that his right was somewhere below table level. I could easily imagine that he was stroking my wife's leg and then at one point, just as I glanced again in that direction, my wife seemed to shuffle forward in her seat as if to give him better access. This suspicion brought me to my senses because I knew Kerry was not the kind to do something like that. I told myself that I was getting paranoid and misinterpreting the natural desire of an older man to flaunt his wealth and charm to a very beautiful woman. 

After eating, we all four went back to the reception room of our suite, accompanied by waiters carrying the trays of tempting snacks that I guessed were to provide sustenance later in the evening. As soon as the buffet had been set up and the hotel employees had gone, Manos switched on the music centre and turned to Kerry with his arms outstretched. As they danced away, I found Sylvia standing expectantly waiting to be partnered by me and it would have been churlish to say that I would prefer to stand and keep an eye on my young wife. Sylvia was a dancer of the old school, one hand resting on my shoulder and the other outstretched. I couldn't help comparing her very proper rigid posture to the way that Kerry had literally melted into the older man's arms. 

There was the standard set of three dances of quickstep, foxtrot and waltz before the music ceased and Manos led the way to a small table laden with bottles. He served Kerry first but Sylvia declined, saying that she was coming down with another migraine and begging to be excused. I asked for my usual tipple at home, Bacardi and coke. Manos was very generous with the white rum, topping the glass with several chunks of ice. I was certain that there would be more dancing so, after a quick sip I moved to set the glass down intending to be on hand to partner my wife when the music started again. Unfortunately, Manos was one step ahead. I was still facing away when another record started and by the time I turned they were already tripping the light fantastic. At that point I wasn't too disappointed -- just three more dances and I would get my turn.

So I sat and watched -- and possible frustration at being outmanoeuvred caused me to take unwisely large gulps from my glass. But it wasn't just three more dances, the records just went on and on without a break. At first I had not been particularly watching them but, as I refilled my glass, it struck me that they were dancing far too close with my wife giving the impression that she was glued to the front of his body. I think that everybody tries to rationalise anything they are uncomfortable with so I told myself that it was just that Manos had a different dancing style to me, he was certainly a far better dancer. After a time that excuse was not sufficient to explain what I was witnessing because, in addition to them giving the appearance of being moulded together, our host's hand seemed to constantly hover near the borderline of what is deemed appropriate.

At first I thought that it was imagination because both my mind and vision had started to lose clarity. They had taken to dancing in straight lines, moving away for the length of the floor and then turning to head back towards me. As they turned I had the distinct impression that Manos had moved his hand higher than it had been while concealed from my sight. Trying not to make it obvious, I kept my eyes glued on them especially on the turns at the far end of the floor and there was no mistake, Manos was definitively squeezing or stroking Kerry's bottom when he knew he couldn't be seen by me. 

It grew even worse because, where at first his caresses had been outside her clothes, he had grown bolder so that now I caught glimpses of his fingers retreating from inside the back of her dress. What caused my stomach to knot up was the fact that Kerry was doing nothing to stop him and from the look on her face seemed to be enjoying his boorish behaviour. So it was up to me but what could I do because if I leapt up with accusations it would surely be denied and I had no proof. Also such an action would ruin everything, to the inevitable displeasure of my wife because I knew how much she was looking forward to her trip in that fabulous boat.

So I sat and seethed, even remaining in my seat when they abandoned all pretence of dancing and just swayed on the spot, getting as close to fucking on a dance floor to get without actually doing it. What kind of man was I, watching my wife being seduced right in front of me and doing nothing about it? 

Eventually the music finally ceased and they walked towards, me still with arms around each other. Stopping a few paces in front of me, quite slowly and deliberately, Manos raised his right arm and slid a hand inside the front of Kerry's dress. This was unequivocal and I had to act. Leaping to my feet I started to shout, "Take your filthy hands off my wife," but only the first words had left my mouth when I froze. Time seemed to stand still with them forming part of the frozen tableau except that I could see Manos insolently fondling my wife's nipple through the thin material of her dress.

I was disconcerted by the fact that he was so relaxed. Most men automatically strike a defensive posture when under threat but Manos remained flat footed and confident, even though in theory he would have been bowled over had I rushed at him. He was undoubtedly somewhat heavier than me but I had a couple of inches in height and a large number of years to my advantage. My gaze flickered to Kerry and what I saw further weakened my resolve. The same eyes that had looked at me filled with love that very morning now seemed remote as if I were a relative stranger. Even more striking was the look on her face, an expression I can only describe as curiosity. She was wondering what I was going to do but what I realised with absolute certainty was that, whatever I should decide would make no difference at all to how future events were going to unfold. Resistance suddenly seemed futile. Defeat caused my head to swim and I sank back into my chair without uttering another word. 


Barbados Honeymoon



The music started again and they returned to the floor but now all pretence was abandoned. Very quickly my wife's dress was off her shoulders and dangling down behind exposing her naked breasts to his sight and touch and the skirt was also bunched up at the front as he blatantly insinuated his hand between her legs. They continued to vaguely simulate dance movements but kept stopping for passionate embraces during which they seemed to be in competition for who could force a tongue furthest down the others throat. The kissing and watching him mauling her were hard enough but real despair hit me when I realised that Kerry had her hand inside his pants. Worse, I had hardly realised this when she pulled the damn thing out. It was massive -- almost unbelievably so. The length was hard to judge except to know that it was very long but the most telling fact was that my wife's small feminine hand came nowhere near encompassing its girth.

There was a taste of bile in my mouth, I didn't know if this was caused by what I was witnessing or if it was due to liquor being turned sour by my twisted guts. I do know that my overwhelming feeling was one of total helplessness as I watched the charade taking place in front of me. I think that Manos whispered in Kerry's ear to initiate the next action but from my viewpoint it seemed that she just started backing away from him but pulling his body after her using his large dick as a tow rope. When the backs of her legs touched the seat of a chair somewhat to the side of mine, she sank down upon it, then, leaning forward, began to lasciviously lick the purple glistening head of his obscene organ. That was too much. My whole body revolted and I lurched forward and just managed to safely deposit the contents of my stomach in a conveniently placed waste basket. Humiliation complete, with hand still covering my mouth I ran to the bathroom. 

It took only a minute or too to swill my mouth and face, (possibly longer to get my laboured breathing back under control) but then I walked unsteadily back into the room. During my absence they had switched places. Manos was now reclining indolently in the chair with Kerry kneeling between his legs, still making a meal of his engorged penis. As I entered, Manos threw me a smirk (my 'loving' wife didn't even glance up). Holding up an arm with a key spinning insolently on one his finger, he instructed, "There's a spare room at the end of the corridor -- you better sleep it off in there." I don't think I ever realised the full meaning of the word 'vanquished' until that moment. Somehow I managed to make my way to the indicated bedroom and once there quickly divested myself of clothes and fell into bed. I have no further memory of that night so assume that I must have fallen asleep immediately. If so it was a small mercy because otherwise I must have lain tormenting myself with images of my young wife having sex with another man, not just any man but a particularly arrogant and rampant male. Next morning on waking, I automatically reached out for Kerry and it was only on finding her missing that I opened my eyes to strange surroundings. For a moment I was puzzled by her absence but then memory of the previous night rushed back with all its horror.

On getting out of bed the first thing I realised was that I still reeked of vomit so I ran a shower and wished that the warm water could as effectively clear the torment from my brain as it did the unpleasant bodily aroma. Once dried, I realised how parched I was but rather than use the tea making facilities I drank a couple of tumblers of water. I was now dressed and as clean as was possible in yesterday's clothes but rather at a loss as to do next. There was a temptation to bury my head in the sand and stay where I was until someone came to find me but felt that there was a real danger that my wife might have forgotten all about me. So after priming my justifiable anger, I made my way to what was meant to have been mine and Kerry's room. Out of habitual politeness, I raised my hand to knock on the door but quickly corrected and pushed it open with somewhat more force than was strictly necessary.

I had half expected Manos still to be there but Kerry was alone, standing gazing out of the window but she turned at the sound of my entry. Her skin bore a kind of glow and there was a carefree air about her as she almost scampered towards me with a big smile on her face. Unusually I did not move towards her, instead staying just inside the door, I asked coldly, "Did he fuck you?"

Kerry's shoulders sagged as she halted and I saw the happy expression on her face dissipate to be replaced by one of resignation as she braced for my inevitable recriminations. With some effort I controlled my anger and contented myself with simply asking, "Why?"

"I don't know," she said, "I think I went a bit crazy."

"Is that the best you can offer? " I snarled, "Didn't you consider my feelings at all when you were busy acting the slut with Manos, a man old enough to be your father?"

"It's your fault as much as mine," Kerry shot back, her own temper triggered by my hostile attitude.

"And how exactly do you make that out?" The apparent smile on my face was more of a sneer.

"You did nothing to stop it," Kerry said angrily but then her voice softened as she went on, "Honestly love you didn't. As soon as I started dancing with him his hands were all over me. I tried to fight him off but he wouldn't stop so I looked over to you. You must have seen what he was up to but you didn't turn a hair, so I thought if you weren't bothered then why should I stop him, besides which it did feel very nice. Manos knows just how to touch a woman to make her feel good. Why didn't you cut in and dance with me yourself when you saw him pawing me -- at the start I was desperately hoping you would. Or even if you had just stood up and told him to keep his hands to himself, you could have done it quite nicely. But you didn't so what should I have done when I thought you didn't really care?"

My wife had touched directly on the guilt I was acutely aware of. I think she saw me wilt because she stepped forward and placed one hand gently on my arm saying, "Don't blame yourself too much because you could only have stopped it right at the start. He got me so aroused that it didn't seem to be wrong anymore. Manos put me under some sort of spell and by the time you did make a bit of a stand it was far too late. Once I knew quite how big his cock was I couldn't think of anything but having it inside me. If you two had fought I think I would still have let him fuck me. If he'd been the victor I'd have made sure that you weren't badly hurt but would then have let him claim the spoils -- but if you'd won I'd very likely have just been cross with you for spoiling it." 

I shook my head sadly. "What does that say about your love for me?"

"Don't be silly, Lee, it says nothing at all about love -- it was all about sex, just a sudden flood of desire. As I said I went a bit crazy. My love for you hasn't changed in the slightest. Look into my eyes darling and say that you can't see my love for you."

The relief flooded over me and I was unable to speak. I grabbed Kerry and clasped her soft pliant body against me and buried my face in her neck. I really had feared that I was on the process of losing her and the release from anxiety was so great that I had to stop myself from hyperventilating. But, as I regained control of my emotions I realised that I had a very stiff erection. I hoped that this was a natural reaction to the feel of my wife's warm body but the trouble was that, as we embraced, I had a very vivid image of that same eager body lying naked and sweating underneath Manos and I couldn't be sure that it wasn't this picture that had triggered my arousal. I had to ask myself if some deviant part of my nature was deriving a perverted pleasure from what had occurred the previous night -- after all, hadn't I got a bit of a thrill knowing that Kerry was ogling those black labourers from the café balcony? Was it possible that my inertia as I sat and watched my wife being seduced was due to the fact that at least one part of me was enjoying what was happening? Kerry was right -- the blame was indeed almost entirely mine. 

Unable to face the shame I pushed her away saying briskly, "It's happened and it's over so let's just forget all about it. Grab your stuff and let's get out of here before Manos or his wife walks in."

Given my tacit forgiveness, I thought that Kerry would have been eager to do as I suggested but instead she just stood slowly shaking her head. "What about the trip on the yacht? If we sneak away now we'll miss it."

"Sod the yacht! I don't want to stay here a single second longer than I need to."

"Lee, it's a once in a lifetime opportunity, if we miss out now there might never be another chance. You leave if you want to but I'm certainly going for a sail."

I tried to make my voice sound reasonable. "Darling, I'd like to go on the yacht as much as you but if we do you know what'll happen, Manos will finish up fucking you again."

"Maybe I want him to," she said defiantly.

"Do you mean that?"

Kerry stared at me in an agony of indecision and then said "Yes. Yes I do want to have sex with him again. I didn't know it a moment ago but I do want to find out if what happened last night was real or just a fantasy. Manos gave me sensations that I didn't know it was possible to have and I was almost out of my mind with pleasure. If we leave now I'll never know if it actually happened or if it was all in my imagination and I'll always be wondering."

My erection had gone completely. "You can't seriously expect me to give you permission," I said. "Me getting drunk and letting something happen is one thing but cold bloodedly agreeing to let you fuck another man is completely different."

Kerry reached out tentatively and took my hand. "It isn't all that much different if you think about it. I had sex with other men before we met and that has never bothered you. I wasn't damaged or spoiled by it. Manos has already had me, several times, so what possible difference does one more time make? I had mind blowing sex last night but it hasn't made me love you any less. It's just sex. If you did give me your blessing to go with Manos again, it might even make me love you more."

I think that Kerry hoped her little speech would do the trick. I could see the logic of her argument but it couldn't quite crack an ingrained belief in fidelity. As if reading my mind she said, "All wives eventually cheat at one time or another; I've just got mine out of the way early."

"Maybe a fairly high percentage but certainly not all wives -- you make it sound like a universal rule."

"Perhaps it is," Kerry said seriously. I work with twelve married females all under forty and all but one have cheated on their husbands -- and she has only been married a couple of months longer than us. Another girl Jennie has already cheated and she's only been married six months. She actually did on her wedding day."

"On her wedding day, I can't believe that," I said.

"It's true. Her husband got paralytic at the reception so Jennie and the best man had to put him to bed. When they'd done that she was so pissed with her new hubby that she let the best man screw her on the floor at the foot of the bed. She was still wearing her wedding dress and she doesn't even like the guy. She's still living with what she did because every time he calls at the house he makes dirty remarks when her husband can't hear and now he's threatening to spill the beans unless she lets him fuck her again." 

At this point I think I made some remark about this anecdote but Kerry wasn't listening. "What do you say, love? Please tell me I can have today."

I've always had trouble refusing my wife, especially something that she wanted as badly as this but at the same time I couldn't make my mouth say the words 'Yes, you can fuck Manos again' Instead I made a kind of bargain. "OK, we'll go on the damn yacht and if he catches you for sex he does but I want you to promise that if we have a sail without it happening, you won't go back to his hotel to do it there." 

"I know Manos does expect to shag me again, in fact he said so last night, but getting a sail on his yacht is the important thing, so if I can get away without opening my legs for him again, I promise I will." Next moment Kerry was in my arms and showering my face with baby kisses. Having committed myself, I felt a palpitation beginning in my chest -- and my erection came back. 

While we were still embracing Manos and Sylvia came in. "Put that man down, officer present, stand by your beds," he said in jocular fashion before slapping me on the back. "How's the hangover young man -- you certainly tied one on. Pity you had to disappear so early because your delightful wife and I made quite a night of it - but I expect she's already told you." Then turning to Kerry he placed an arm possessively round her shoulders to say, "I hoped you'd both be shipshape by now. We should have set off an hour ago to catch the best of the time but I thought I better give you an hour to get your hubby's head sorted out. No problems I hope?" 

Kerry disengaged herself from the enveloping arm but then gave him a radiant smile and said happily, "We're both looking forward to getting out on the water." There was a definite sub-text to this exchange so I looked towards Sylvia for her reaction to it but she was gazing out if the window with studied indifference.

So we all four made our way down to the key. Kerry was first aboard where she immediately started running from one end to the other with almost childish delight. Manos quickly followed, bounding energetically up the gang-plank. Next in line, I stepped aside politely to allow Sylvia to precede me but she declined explaining that, although she had come to see us off, her firm intention was to stay ashore. My heart sank because the bargain I made with Kerry was based on the premise that the older woman would be aboard to keep her husband under control.

The vessel was a forty-two foot sleek, extremely streamlined motor yacht and for the first fifteen minutes, as Manos edged us carefully out of the harbour, I was just as fascinated by our transport as was my effervescent wife. Soon we were cutting through the waves but sticking fairly close to the coast. I was enjoying the exhilaration of the breeze in my face and had almost forgotten my situation when, from the wheelhouse, Manos called out to Kerry, "What are you wearing that stupid top for? There's only us two men around and we've both seen your beautiful breasts so what is the point of concealing your charms from our hungry eyes?" 

My wife grinned and sportingly removed her bikini top but almost immediately a fast launch came upon us suddenly round a headland. The two males aboard shouted out words of encouragement to her (in somewhat coarse terms) and this caused Kerry to duck down with arms crossed protectively across her chest. This shyness earned some sarcasm from our host and it had the desired effect because, although we subsequently passed a lot of harbour bound traffic, Kerry stood boldly exposed at the rail waving back to the appreciative shouts with happy abandon. 

After we had been over deeper water for about half an hour and were almost out of sight of land, Manos asked if I would like to try my hand at steering. To be honest I was happier with the role of passenger but the older man made it more of an order than a request. During the next thirty minutes or so I was given instruction on how to steer including the need to watch the waves when I wanted to turn. It wasn't really difficult and at the end of the tuition period I successfully made a full circle with the yacht, to finish feeling rather proud of myself. That moment of elation was short lived. As I moved aside to let Manos reclaim the wheel he told me to carry on saying, "Now I know that I can leave my boat in safe hands, I'm going to take the opportunity to show the lovely Kerry what it's like below deck. Later, if you want, she can take you down and pass on what I've shown her." 

It was almost as if pre-arranged but I don't actually think it was -- Manos whistled (yes literally) and at the sound Kerry immediately jumped up and came running to him. With sinking heart I watched her follow him down the hatch. For several minutes I tried to make myself believe that he really had taken her for a conducted tour, it was what I proud owner would do, but then, inevitably I heard the unmistakeable sounds of sex coming from below. I suddenly, desperately wanted to see what was happening but I couldn't let go of the wheel. I knew that there had to be a way to lock it but that was one vital piece of information that Manos had omitted to pass on.

I stuck it for fifteen minutes or possibly longer but the intensifying sounds of passion were driving me crazy and the desperate need to see caused me to take a chance. The sounds of the sexual symphony gave a good indication where they were in the ship so I abandoned the wheel and ran to lean over the side. With only a narrow viewpoint through a port-hole all that I could see was part of a bed together with my wife's bare foot waving frantically in the air but nothing else. My vision may have been restricted but I could now hear as clearly as if I was in the room with them. I had arrived as they reached a sexual crescendo with my wife's voice crying, "Oh God, Oh God, Jesus Yes, harder, harder," - this followed by a drawn out wracking sob as if from an animal in torment."

The thunderbolt of emotion that hit me caused my legs to give way and next moment I was hanging on to the rail for dear life with the bulk of my body dangling over the side of the ship. Terrified I managed to claw my way back onto the deck and ran to the wheel, where I realised that it was not my weakness that had caused the near fatal fall because the whole vessel had swung off course and was busy carving a curve through the waves. I had just started to rectify the situation when Manos arrived back on deck belligerently demanding to know what the fuck I was playing at. 

He had put his trousers back on but was bare from the waist up and I don't think I've ever seen a hairier man, both his back and chest were a thick black matt and his arms wouldn't have looked out of place on a gorilla. Kerry was just behind him, now completely naked. Unwillingly my eyes were drawn to her crotch and my expectation wasn't disappointed. There on her upper thigh was a large and unmistakable, smear of fresh cum. My wife saw the direction of my eyes and had the grace to blush. She muttered something about going back down to put some clothes on but Manos ordered her not to bother saying, "There's no point trying to hide it, I know I've just fucked you, you certainly know you've been fucked and so obviously does your husband or he wouldn't have tried to sink my bloody boat." 

Up until that moment I had the option to pretend that I was ignorant of what had happened below but that remark rubbed my nose in it. As a man I should have reacted with at least a show of anger but I did nothing. The previous night I had the excuse of an alcohol befuddled brain as an excuse for inaction but there was no let off now, not even the promise that I had given my wife. Completely humiliated, I just meekly wandered off to sit by myself in a corner. Nor was my shame lessened by my penis which had returned to a state of painful rigidity. There was a need to stroke it for relief but I resisted the temptation and merely resorted to the expedient of pressing my legs together to ease the discomfort.

"I think Lee needs a bit of cheering up," Manos called to Kerry. "I suggest you get him a stiff drink and then take him down to see what is on offer below."




Barbados Honeymoon



Obediently we both climbed down the hatch but as soon as we were out of sight of the man above, Kerry turned and threw her arms round me saying, "Lee, I love you so much. I've got to be the luckiest wife in the word to have you as my husband. There can't be many men who would be as generous and understanding as you." 

I returned the embrace and we started a long passionate kiss. Coming up for air, Kerry edged me into one of the staterooms. It wasn't a clever move on her point because over her shoulder I could see her discarded bikini bottom lying in a small heap on the floor, and beyond it, the bed covering badly rumpled from the recent activity upon it. In addition the room reeked of sex.

I think I went a bit mad but with lust rather than anger. All that I could think of was ramming my aching dick into her and in some small way obliterate signs of the man who had been there that short while before. I began roughly pushing my wife backwards towards the bed, as the same time trying to open the front of my shorts but to my surprise she resisted, fighting me off with fierce determination. "Please Lee, No, not now," she begged. "I'm not a whore and I'll feel like one if I do it with two men in the same place such a short time apart. Please wait until tonight when we get back to our own hotel with Manos nowhere near and I promise I'll be so good to you. I just can't do it with him up there. He'll know if we fuck and he's certain to make a nasty remark when we go back on deck. Please wait, my love."

Her calming words managed to penetrate my overheated brain and with a great effort of will I took a deep breath and stepped back, letting my arms drop to my sides. Kerry followed, reaching out to lightly brush the tented front of my shorts. "I'll help you with my hand if you like," she offered. Proudly I shook my head, mumbling that I would rather wait until we were alone again. I would regret that hasty decision. 

Back on deck I returned to my chair. Kerry spent the next half hour stretched out naked in the sun, Manos remained at the wheel playing Captain Bligh. I don't think anyone spoke at all and by the end of that time I was feeling slightly better. I had argued to myself that it was at least over, done with. My wife had achieved her hopes, enjoying both the desired sail on the yacht and ensuring that her sexual high of the night before had not been a dream. Manos must surely be turning the boat round soon and once back on shore Kerry and I could walk away from this and start rebuilding our relationship. 

Unfortunately my more hopeful frame of mind was broken by Manos shouting "Land ahoy." I stood up and walked to the rail, to be joined by Kerry's nubile body and together we gazed in the direction that Manos was pointing. "That's the island were heading for," he said.

I looked at my wife but she shook her head to indicate that she was as mystified as I. "It's only a small island but rather beautiful and completely uninhabited. I thought it would be nice to take a picnic ashore rather than eat aboard," Manos explained. "We can stretch our legs and work up an appetite by a bit of exploring and such before we break out the food." 

I glanced at my watch. We were over three hours out of Bridgetown -- if it took the same getting back, plus say two hours on the island and another hour to taxi back to base, that meant at least another six hours before I had Kerry to myself, safe in our own chalet. Although no longer stiff my cock was still making its presence felt and I was already regretting having turned down the offer of relief from my wife's talented fingers.

We dropped anchor just a short distance away from a secluded bay. Manos inflated a large dinghy that he lowered to the water and then produced a large wicker hamper. This he manhandled to the rail and attached to a hoist before disappearing below saying he would only be a couple of minutes. Kerry touched my arm and whispered, "Put up with this, love and I'll make it up to you when I get you alone in bed tonight."

When Manos returned I saw he had changed into a short leather loin cloth with a bolero over his shoulder that had various useful items attached to it. The most ominous was a large Bowie type knife but I also noticed a tin opener and corkscrew. Tossing Kerry a flimsy diaphanous wrap he explained that there were sometimes biting flies on the island and the garment should protect her shoulders.

My wife's seducer then climbed down to the dinghy having given me instructions on lowering the heavy hamper down to him using the hoist. Following orders I swung the load out until it was directly above Manos who stood gazing up with his arms raised in readiness. In that position I suddenly realised how easy it would be to just let the weight drop. It was bound to hit Manos and most definitely injure if not kill him and almost certainly sink the dinghy. Our eyes locked and I realised with absolute clarity that he knew exactly what was in my mind. We must have remained in that frozen posture for almost a minute and in all those long moments his gaze never faltered. 

During that time, my mind was in turmoil as I considered the pros and cons. It would be pretty easy to pass it off as an accident but, after an upbringing based on principles of fairness, I had difficulty convincing myself that Manos deserved to lose his life just for having sex with my wife. There were also more pertinent difficulties, not least of these being the fact that I wasn't at all sure that I could sail the yacht back to port. Again my will was less than his for I started to slowly lower the hamper hand over hand. 

Kerry and I then joined him. Manos operating the oars with me at the front of the dinghy and Kerry sitting facing him perched on top of the hamper. With powerful strokes, Manos rowed us to the shore where we all clambered out and I helped him pull the rubber vessel partly clear of the water. We cooperated again to carry the hamper up the beach to a shaded spot against a rock outcrop under some palm trees. Manos then went alone to carry the dinghy nearer to our improvised camp site. Watching him from a distance it suddenly struck me that with his covering of black hair and that oversized phallus dangling below the hem of his loin cloth, all he needed was horns and cloven hooves to be the exact image of a Greek satyr.

"What we need is fire wood," he said to me. "Be a good chap and have a scout along the shore line. Tell you what, you go that way and I'll go this and we can meet up at the other side of the island. Kerry can be unpacking the hamper while we're away." 

Had I know I would have been leaving my wife alone with him, I like to think I would have refused but on the terms he suggested I saw no reason to be awkward. I had progressed about a couple of hundred yards when my progress was blocked by a rock fall that extended to the waters edge. It would have been easy enough to clamber over but I didn't see why I should. I had already gathered half a dozen fair sized pieces of sun and salt whitened wood. Besides which this was an ideal opportunity to snatch a few minutes alone with my wife.

I heard the sounds of sex when I was still fifty yards away. Slowing I began to creep forward cautiously, edging towards the tree line so that I would not be seen approaching across the open beach. Manos was fucking her from behind. My wife was not completely on hands and so it wasn't exactly doggie fashion. She was on her knees but they were spread wide and she was leaning forward on her bent arms with head resting on the sand but with her rear raised conveniently for her lover's powerful onslaught. Standing watching from behind a thick palm trunk my genitals felt so painful that I dropped my shorts to more easily stroke myself. Then I had the stupid idea that by bracing one foot against a protruding piece of rock-face I might raise myself to get a slightly better viewpoint. Unfortunately the rock snapped off with a loud crack.

Manos paused with his pounding and looked over so see me standing there naked and feeling extremely foolish. "Come closer," he invited with a broad grin of his face. "Get a good eyeful -- I know that many cuckolds actually prefer the voyeur role." He rolled onto his side so that he was facing towards me with Kerry lying in front of him. I did advance a few paces but then stopped. "No come closer than that, park yourself there with a ringside seat," he ordered pointing to a patch of sand only about four feet away from where they were lying.

Very reluctantly I obeyed. I was so ashamed at being caught spying that I really had little alternative. "If you watch very closely you could pick up a few pointers and then Kerry just might be slightly less eager to part her creamy thighs for other men," Manos suggested in an almost paternal tone of voice. He paused and went on, "But don't build your hopes up too high -- I'm afraid I've turned your lovely girl into a woman and from now on she's always going to want more than you've got. You're trouble old chap is that you've got little more than a viper in the trouser snake department when what she needs in an anaconda like mine." 

As he spoke, Manos raised my wife's upper leg in the air to reveal what looked like a thick hose jutting out from his groin to disappear up inside the stretched red ring of her vagina. What hit me was the fact that although Manos had ceased movement while he spoke to me, Kerry was continuing to undulate her hip to maintain friction, completely unashamed by the fact that I was so close. 

His homily delivered, Manos got Kerry up on her knees again, this time in the proper doggie posture, for the start of what was to be an extended session of sex that took in different positions. I don't know if he always expended that much energy or deliberately put on an extra show for my benefit but it was certainly a virtuoso performance. In that initial sequence, after pounding into her for several minutes he beckoned me to stand and move closer, then making sure he had my intention he wet his thumb and rubbed the ball over her tiny puckered anus. This acted like a goad to a horse causing my wife to buck wildly. Grinning at me he then pushed the top joint inside her to provoke the first of several absolutely massive orgasms he would cause before the session was over.

My close attendance no longer required, I wandered back to my 'place' but decided to remain standing. For a few minutes I turned my back and seriously considered wandering away and leaving them to it. It struck me as ironic that earlier in the day I had almost lost my life while trying to get a glimpse of Kerry being fucked but now with a close up vantage I didn't want to watch. The cries of passion from my wife were impossible to ignore so I did turn round because but I made a promise to myself before I did. Lack of moral fibre may have caused me to stand helplessly by as my wife was ravaged before my eyes and even let me derive a modicum of perverted pleasure from the sight but there was a depth to which I would not sink. Despite the fact that my rigid dick ached for manual comfort, I resolved that I would not masturbate. 

Breaking that position, Manos lay on his back and Kerry moved round to straddle him but before doing so, using two fingers, she pushed his massive thick penis into a vertical position and then deliberately caught my gaze. There seemed to be a pleading look in her eyes but I couldn't grasp what message she was trying to convey. She then placed a foot on either side of his hips and began to lower herself allowing me to watch that column of meat disappear up her, inch by inch. It wasn't a successful position. Kerry tried to raise and lower herself, oh how she tried, but the soft sand didn't give enough purchase. I could tell that her legs were tiring and this only increased her mounting frustration. In the end she jumped up and threw herself down on the sand crying, "I can't make it work -- you do it to me."

Without any marked show of reluctance he got up to comply. Kerry was lying on her back with legs raised for the missionary position. Manos positioned himself between her spread thighs but then paused to throw me a man-to man grin, shaking his head as if to say, 'Typical woman expecting us men to do all the work'.

I didn't grin back but then, my sense of humour was not in full working order at the time. I actually think my lack of response nettled him because almost immediately he indulged in a small act of unnecessary cruelty. Taking his dong in hand he drew the head down the slit of her cunt and I saw my wife's whole body tremble in anticipation of his expected thrust. He waited a full minute before repeating the exercise to get an even stronger jerk reaction. Looking over at me he said with mock sympathy, "You've got to admit my friend, you're just not man enough for this delectable hot-blooded creature. You should resign yourself to the fact that for the rest of your lives together, your wife is going to seek out men with real cocks to give her what she needs."

My wife may have become temporarily besotted with this man but I refused to give this slur, on her character and mine, the dignity of a reply and just looked disdainfully away. "I think it's a poor sort of man who can't acknowledge the truth," Manos crowed, "If you won't listen to me perhaps you'll believe your wife." "Tell him," he instructed Kerry, "Tell your husband that he's not a real man and that from now you're always be getting yourself fucked by giant cocks."

"No I won't" Kerry told him in her first show of revolt.

"And why not pray?" Manos was genuinely mystified.

"Because I still love him," Kerry said simply. "I may not be able to stop myself doing this with you in front of him but I can't see any reason to hurt him even more."

"Please yourself," Manos said coldly, flicking her cunt with his cock again as he spoke. Once more Kerry twitched, her legs opening wider in involuntary reaction. There was another pause and he flicked again, "Tell him," he ordered. And so it went on with Kerry becoming more and more frantic each time until she was launching herself bodily forward in attempts to impale herself on his organ.

In the end she just flopped back, crying in defeat, "I'll tell him he's not a real man, I'll tell him I'm going to let lots of men fuck me, I'll tell him anything you want but please put it in me." 

It was amazing to watch. The confrontation that a moment before that had almost caused Kerry to break free from his spell now seemed to have launched her to a crescendo of passion. She seemed to be cumming continuously with orgasm after orgasm shuddering through her body. I had to admit that never in my wildest dreams could I ever hope to get her in that state. At times she clung to him with fingers locked in the thick mat on his back, legs flailing wildly as she matched herself to his rhythm and fucking him back as if her life depended on it but at others she just flopped like a rag doll as he threw her this way and that. Her eyes were open most of the time but they were glazed. On occasion she seemed to be looking straight at me but I know she didn't see me -- she was in a different world, a completely different universe. Gradually a question insinuated itself into my brain -- if I truly loved this woman then had I any right to begrudge her such pleasure. 

The erotic extravaganza taking place in front of me had an inevitable effect on my denied and already highly aroused body. Looking down, my dick was sticking out like a poker, it looked red hot and felt the same. There was also a long strand of pre-cum dangling from the end down to the ground. It was the bull like bellow emanating from Manos that drew my eyes back to the copulating couple. With a series of massive thrusts he powered his seed deep into her and as he slowed to a halt Kerry locked her legs around him to hold him inside her. 

'Seed', 'seed', 'seed' the words echoed round my brain as I saw a picture of my wife's birth control pills still inside the medicine cabinet where I'd seen them on my last check round the house before we set off on the holiday. I was still struggling with this sudden realisation of pregnancy issues when I heard Manos saying to Kerry, "Why don't you take a quick dip to cool down. Your hubby is looking hot and bothered so take him with you. I reckon you and he need a bit of time alone together so I'll stay here."

Kerry immediately jumped up, grabbed my hand and dragged me until we were waist deep in the water. Turning to face me she said, "I'm so sorry. I love you so much but I just can't resist him. When he's around I don't seem to have any will of my own -- can you forgive me? If you knew just how completely wonderful it feels when he's got his cock in me I think you would understand." 

I don't think I answered because I had a more urgent consideration -- "Are you still taking the pill?"

Kerry shook her head. "I left them at home. If we hadn't bumped into Manos and Sylvia I was going to make a big thing about us making a baby last night."

"I know this is your fertile time so that means he might have impregnated you."

"Don't worry, I've thought of that." she told me calmly. "I'm going to get a morning after pill as soon as we're back on the main island. It works if it's taken within seventy-two hours and its still only a bit over twenty-four since Manos first squirted his cum in me."

The relief made me quite light-hearted and amazingly we spent some time gaily chasing and splashing each other until Manos called that the food was ready. As we prepared to go back up the beach Kerry grabbed my hands and halted me. "Manos is planning for us all to sleep on this island and there's certain to be more fucking. Please tell me it doesn't bother you too much. Just remember that I love you whatever happens -- and please don't believe everything that he makes me say."

Manos had me light a small fire and by the time I had it blazing nicely he had a buffet laid out. There were truly gourmet items including lobster, oysters, caviar and a magnum of Champaign that he had brought packed in ice. I was surprisingly hungry and really enjoyed the feast, despite the fact that Manos kept demonstrating his control by selecting choice items to hold up to my wife's soft lips. By the time we had finished eating darkness had fallen and we reclined talking in the firelight. Manos had lit a large cigar and seemed in a philosophic mood. "You're a very lucky young man, Lee. You have a truly beautiful wife and she loves you a lot." he told me but the sentiment was spoiled by the fact that he was stroking Kerry's thigh as he spoke.

I knew that she did love me but thought that, if she truly loved me as much as I did her, then she would not have succumbed quite so easily. Rather than voice my reservation I stayed silent. "And you love her but the question is -- how much," Manos went on. "These two days have changed her and I wonder if you love her enough to accept the woman she is now, a woman who is always going to need more than you can give her. You married a bird of paradise. If you set her free then she will always return to you but if you try to cage her then I fear you're going to lose her in the end." 

There were more remarks in the same vein but I remained stoically silent in face of his provocation. In the end, unable to goad me, Manos stood and addressing himself to me said, "Time for you and I to prepare our beds for the night. There's no real danger but just a chance that snakes and crabs might stumble on us in the night. I've found that heaping the sand in a low perimeter round where I intend to sleep seems to deter them. Perhaps while we're busy with men's work Kerry might like to undertake the feminine duty of swilling our platters in the ocean." 

Taking the opposite side of the fire, I followed the older man's example and soon had pushed the soft sand into a rough circle with a sleeping space in the centre. I had finished and was lying back admiring my handiwork by the time Kerry returned from the sea but, after placing the clean dishes in the hamper she chose to lie down in the Greek's enclave rather than mine although I had very deliberately made space for her. There was silence for several minutes and then Manos stood announcing loudly that he was off to obey the call of nature. As soon as he strode off I also got up to put more wood on the fire and as I had hoped Kerry came to join me. "I thought you might have chosen to spend the night with me, I mean hasn't he had rather a lot of you already today," I said reproachfully.




Barbados Honeymoon



"Don't you think I wanted to," Kerry replied looking at me with eyes close to tears. "I know you've had a bad day I and I would have loved to hold you all night and try to make you feel better about all that's happened but I was afraid of making matters worse. Just imagine if we had been all cuddled up and loving and Manos had shouted for me to go to him. Wouldn't that have made you feel far worse? That's just what he would have done -- I know that he would." I couldn't fault my wife's logic but I would rather have liked to take the chance. 

Inevitably, very soon after Manos returned I heard renewed sounds of sex and automatically raised myself on one elbow to watch. It was incongruous that, despite the fact that Kerry was my wife, I seemed to have accepted the fact that Manos did all the fucking with me relegated to the role of voyeur at best. An unwelcome question crept insidiously into my mind - as Manos was so far superior to giving Kerry pleasure, was this perhaps the natural order of things? 

I won't bother describing the sex except to say that it was much the same as before, starting off in a doggie position and then switching to missionary. One slight difference was that during the early part Manos paused to look across at me and, seeing my eyes on him, gave me a very deliberate wink. I just continued looking keeping my face blank and hoping to deny him the pleasure of knowing that his actions still bothered me. Towards the end I could only see his body moving up and down so I relaxed back upon the ground. When sounds of activity finally ceased I wriggled myself deeper into the sand hoping that sleep might soon bring relief to my tortured mind but just as I was about to drop off Manos called out, "Hey Lee, I hear that you've got hidden talents. I was just suggesting to your delectable wife that she'd married a real sexual loser but she claims that you're very talented with your mouth. You should have said - if I'd known sooner we could have had a competition, your way against mine. Come over anyway and show what you can do, even if you're not in the mood you really ought to kiss Kerry goodnight."

I was going to pretend that I was asleep until I heard my darling say, "Please come," and then I had no choice, even though I knew her invite was almost certainly at his instigation. The sight that met my eyes was everything that I had feared. Manos had moved himself about twelve inches clear of Kerry who was still laying as she must have been when they finished copulating. Her legs were spread and her sex gaped open looking red and angry and copiously coated with his ejaculate, both inside and out. "Your lovely wife is waiting for your kiss -- exactly where you decide to kiss her is entirely up to you," my tormentor taunted. 

I like to think that I would have simply claimed a dignified kiss on her lips had not Kerry silently made her wishes know by placing her hands beneath her buttocks and raising her body to give my mouth easier access to her soiled sex. Again left with no option I prostrated myself between her legs but, before plunging my mouth into the mess I made the mistake of glancing at Manos. He was reclining with his still grossly large but now flaccid penis lying slimily along his thigh. He had a superior smile upon his face and I could have sworn that the bloated head of his cock seemed to be smirking at me as well.

My duty done I stood and walked blindly away into the darkness. I suspect that Kerry may have tried to follow me because I heard him reassuring her with the words, 'Don't worry. It's just his pride that's taken a knock. He'll be back in a few minutes when he calms down.' I had no intention of returning because I never wanted to see his patronising face again or that of the beautiful slut I married. My feet were bare and inevitably they encountered pebbles and other detritus but I strode on oblivious of the pain. I think I planned to drown myself into the ocean so it is ironic that it was fear of snakes that drove me back. My mind regurgitated horrendous tales of men dying in agony from the venom of tropical snakes and I imagined hundreds lurking ahead of me. It was with palpable relief that I crawled within the relative safety of my sand earth work and I think I must have fallen asleep the moment that I flopped down 

On waking I glanced across at the other two. They were still asleep and from the position they were lying I could imagine they has fallen asleep with his cock still in her. I was perspiring badly and I realised that there wasn't a single breath of breeze. In addition I had the impression that the sky was a rather peculiar colour. The urge to get into the water was imperative and I had enjoyed about fifteen of solitary diving and splashing before Kerry ran to join me impelled by the same need. 

We kissed and clung to each other until Kerry said in my ear, "Manos intends to set sail early so it's almost over love. He'll probably want to have me on the way back like he did coming but then I'll be all yours again."

"Are you sorry it's nearly over?" I had to ask.

My wife pulled back and looked me in the eye. "I'd be lying if I just said 'No' because I will miss the marvellous way he makes me feel but I'll be glad that you don't have to suffer any more because I know you've had a bit of a rough time." She paused as if considering whether to continue but then went on, "Manos claims that you didn't hate what has happened all that much. He says that if you had really found it terrible it you'd have revolted and your dick certainly wouldn't have been so excited all the time. He claims that most men just starting out as cuckolds think they hate it while it's happening and only realise afterwards that they actually enjoyed it all the time."

"Just starting out as a cuckold?" I echoed.

"Oh yes, Manos is convinced that from now on I won't be able to resist spreading my legs for any man with a large cock -- but I promise, he's certainly wrong about that." She paused and went on, "He was also wrong about another thing. He said as a cuckold you would be desperate to lick me but wouldn't like to ask. That's why I made it easy for you but afterwards I could tell that you hated having to do it." With that she splashed me then floundered away and I followed to retaliate.

After fifteen minutes frolicking Kerry and I walked back up the beach. The condition of the sky had deteriorated and the air had a heavy feel but I was luxuriating in having my wife alone to myself. We arrived where Manos was still stretched out asleep and she and I saw two entirely different things. I thought he looked older and comparatively insignificant with his dominating personality switched off and I amused myself with thinking how easy it would be to find a large rock to crash down on his head. In contrast Kerry let go my hand and ran to kneel by him. Pointing at his penis she enthused, "Isn't it magnificent, I don't think I've ever seen anything so beautiful, honestly, Lee can't you see why I'm so crazy about it." By this time she had lifted his limp shaft to hold cradled lovingly in her hands as she went on enthusiastically, "And don't those big balls just belong on a bull?" Next moment she was frantically kissing and licking the rapidly stiffening organ. Manos lay for a full five minutes pretending sleep enjoying her oral ministrations before lazily opening his eyes. "Jesus fucking Christ," he cried roughly pushing her aside and leaping to his feet, "How long has the fucking sky been like that?"

"It was that colour when I woke just over half an hour ago but it's got a bit darker since," I told him, rather shocked by the look of near panic on his face. At his urgent instruction we got the dingy into the water and started rowing at speed towards the yacht, abandoning all his gear on the shore. We were all wearing life jackets and his sleek vessel had been underway for twenty minutes before the first wind struck and from then on it grew progressively stronger. Kerry and I clung to each other for over five hours as Manos fought tornado strength winds and mountainous seas, before eventually bringing us safely back to port. I have to admit that when I finally stepped ashore with trembling legs I had found a grudging admiration for the man.

We were hungry and very cold so made no objection to being taken back to the hotel. There we enjoyed hot showers and on emerging were told that food had been prepared for us. Sylvia was playing hostess and I was pleased to see that Manos was not in evidence. I rather hoped that he had been completely exhausted by his epic labour in getting us back safely but to my disappointment no sooner were we seated when he appeared, smartly dressed and looking fresh as a daisy. The initial conversation was all about the storm with Manos demonstrating that he didn't 'do' modesty but then it broke down into a two way chat between Sylvia and Kerry. This was actually the first time that the two women had talked together at any depth. I began to relax and contented myself with counting the minutes until we could decently make our excuses and leave. Manos went through the motions of speaking to me in his condescending way but I afforded him only monosyllabic replies and he eventually desisted. 

Coffee?" Sylvia finally enquired looking round the table. 

"No thanks," I told her speaking for both Kerry and myself, "I think we want to get back to our hotel straight away if you don't mind." I was anxious that we should find a chemist shop as soon as possible."

"I do mind," Manos interrupted standing as he spoke, "Before you go I must beg another couple of minutes alone with your lovely wife. I want to give her something to remember me by." Kerry jumped up as if on a piece of string and they both exited the room, with the older man's hand possessively on her arm.

By now I was also on my feet and I was standing facing the door as if waiting for them to reappear when Sylvia's voice advised, "I'd sit down again if I were you. My guess is that they will be at least an hour."

I turned to see her gazing at me, her eyes filled with sympathy. "Been a bit rough has it?" she asked softly and I knew she had guessed all that had occurred.

I nodded. "Has he done this before, I mean seducing other men's wives?"

"Literally dozens of times. He's been at it for years, certainly for almost all of the time that I've been married to the man."

"However do you stand it," I gasped, assuming that her pain must be as great as my own."

"It becomes unimportant after a while."

"What about in the beginning?"

"I can't deny that I cried for days the first time he cheated on me," Sylvia admitted, "but even then it was not completely black and white. Manos is a very gifted man, there's that magnificent endowment for a start and he's also an amazing lover. He really knows how to take a woman to the stars. My husband was put on this earth to pleasure women, many women and even before we wed I think I realised that I could never hope to keep him all to myself. Yes, it hurt me badly the first time he strayed but even then there was an element of relief. When he was younger he had a phenomenal sex drive and it has only decreased very slightly over the years. Within a very few weeks of the wedding I found that he was too much for me. I had great trouble handling his demands so I was happy when I started getting nights off but less pleased when I found the reason was that he was expending his energies in another woman's bed. Since then his infidelity has been the one constant factor in our relationship"

"Why the hell do you stay with him?" To me the life that she described seemed a nightmare.

"He still graces my bed from time to time," Sylvia told me with a wry grin, "- not as much as I would like by a long way but those rare visits are worth hanging on for and that should tell you something. Besides that, I have a very luxurious lifestyle which I would be loathe to lose and Manos's connections mean that I meet a constant stream of beautiful people."

"But you're not happy," I said perceptively. The first time I saw you I sensed sadness."

"Oh I like my life well enough but there is once facet that always distresses me. I'm upset now because of you, as I was for all the young husbands before you. If my husband just got on with his affairs without involving me, I could just pretend that it wasn't happening but he uses me to facilitate his seductions, you see, it's my job to distract the husbands until Manos has exerted his charm on the wife. I don't think he actually uses hypnotism but he certainly has some powerful magnetism because he very seldom fails when he has zeroed in on a target."

"Like when you kept me talking in the café while he was chatting to Kerry?"

"Exactly," Sylvia nodded. "It pains me to think of all the young couples who might have had a long happy marriage if Manos hadn't intervened in their lives. I know for a fact that some marriages failed afterwards. Most did survive (at least for some years) but I very much doubt if any were completely unaffected by Manos having had sex with the wife." 

"Do you still love him?" I had to ask.

Sylvia did me the honour of giving my question serious consideration before answering. "Manos is a charming, amusing and entertaining companion, I like being in his company and I look forward to the few times we spend the night together but no, I don't love him. In fact at times like this, reading the distress on your face that he has caused, I think that I actually hate him." 

We chatted for a while more and then Sylvia suddenly told me, "The trouble with Manos is that he's a destroyer. I would say that the word 'love' wasn't in his dictionary if he didn't use it so much but he certainly doesn't know what it means. The only person that my husband loves is himself. His seductions are not really about sex either (which ironic with him being so good at it), it's more to do with dominance and power. I believe that he gets his real kick from hearing that a couple have split up because of him. So you forgive your sweet wife, don't withdraw your love and try to go on to have a happy life. If you do then you will have beaten him."

At that moment Manos and Kerry came back through the door, my wife displaying a very obvious freshly fucked look. Even then Manos felt the need to push it by sweeping her into a prolonged clinch that must have lasted all of two minutes. While they were thus engaged, Sylvia said quietly to me, "The limo's waiting downstairs. I've told George to drive you back to your hotel but he's at your disposal to run you anywhere you want first."

I had no wish to suffer a triumphal farewell from Manos so the moment that he released Kerry, I grabbed her arm and, ignoring the lift, ran her all the way down to the ground floor. I think that Sylvia had anticipated our need for there was an indeed urgent task. Unfortunately there seem far fewer chemists shops on Barbados than there are in the UK and George had to taxi us round Bridgetown for nearly an hour before we finally managed to purchase the precious morning after package.

In other circumstances it would be assumed that a couple released from a mutual ordeal would embrace at the first opportunity but from the moment that Kerry and I stepped back inside our original place, we both seemed intent on maintaining a separation of at least two feet. We were considerate and polite but when we made stilted conversation it was about anything but the events of the previous three days. 

The only exception to this was when, after I had made a cup of tea, Kerry symbolically swallowed the vital pill and asked me to remind her to take the second one in twelve hours. It would have been nice to shower together, the cubicle was large enough but when Kerry announced that she was going for a swill, her voice strongly implied that I was not invited. I took a turn when she finished and it was not until I had finished my ablutions and returned to the bedroom that everything changed.

My wife was standing by the bed wearing her nightgown and crying quietly "Oh Lee, I'm so ashamed. Can you ever forgive me?" she sobbed.

I ran to her. "Of course I can. I do. It wasn't your fault. We just got into a situation - but it's over now," I assured her.

Kerry looked up. "You're right - it wasn't my fault. I couldn't help it -- Manos did something to my mind, didn't he?"

"He took control of you." 

My wife nodded taking consolation from the fact. We just hugged and gradually her agitation eased but then she looked at me in a very searching way and said, "And I think he did something to you're mind as well." As I had eased her guilt, so she did mine.

Our little exchange had switched her mood from tearful to almost light-hearted and once in bed Kerry snuggled up to me. She seemed content just to lie quietly in my arms but after my period of denial the proximity of her soft body inevitably inspired my carnal desires. I thought that now, at last, it was my turn but I was mistaken because, when I tried to roll on top she again resisted, reminding me that the same condition applied as before but adding, "I'm also very tired and terribly sore but if you wait until tomorrow, I'll make it up to you." 

I think I moaned at the prospect of another long night with a throbbing frustrated organ and understanding, Kerry reached out for it but when her fingers closed round my throbbing flesh she laughed, "It does get very stiff doesn't it. When he was fucking me and I was feeling bad about the unhappy look on your face, seeing your little dick made me feel better because every time I looked over at you it was always sticking out, permanently stiff. It was Manos that pointed it out to me. He said that although you looked miserable, that was a sign that you secretly enjoyed watching what we were doing." I don't know if it was the words she spoke or the touch of her fingers that caused me to explode and feel the tension drain out of me.

When I opened my eyes the next morning it was to find that Kerry had packed our cases when we had three days still to go on our holiday. Seeing I was awake she sat on the side of the bed and said urgently, "I want to go home, Lee. I don't care what it costs, I just want to get off this bloody island. I think I'm sick in the head because if we stay I know I'll want to go back looking for Manos. I've woken up with a craving and now I know how drug addicts feel. Darling I love you so much but he's still got power over me. He's a kind of Svengali. I'll be alright if only I can get away from his influence, I know I will. I just want to have a happy life with you. Take me back to England and I promise that I'll never be unfaithful again." 

How could I possibly refuse? 

At the airport I was able to switch our tickets for an earlier flight without great penalty. After the long flight, having got home and eaten we both fell into bed completely exhausted, so there was no sex and midway through the following evening the pill worked. It was far worse than her usual periods both in pain and duration and it was a full six days before I could enjoy my first fuck since we caught the plane setting off for our belated honeymoon. In a way the time separation from the events in Barbados proved beneficial because I think we were both able to make love without him dominating our consciousness. It was making love rather than sex and in a way we found each other again with lots of play separating the more passionate moments.

That's how it went on for almost a fortnight and we couldn't seem to get enough of each other. I gave her lots of orgasms with my tongue and the fact that I seemed to have lost the ability to make her cum during copulation didn't seem important. But then work pressures started to affect both our lives, humdrum considerations also intervened and a month later, instead of almost every night, sex had dropped to two or three times per week. The type of sex also changed. Kerry started to prefer that we skip my oral ministrations and get straight to the fucking but that only seemed to leave her increasingly frustrated. Then one night she suddenly said, "If you can't get it any deeper then for God's sake get off and let me look after myself -- you just can't hit the spot." 




Barbados Honeymoon



I had to lie there and watch her masturbate. When she eventually went to sleep I did the same thing to myself and I'm ashamed to say that the erotic images that I conjured up were straight from Barbados. That little exercise proved addictive and almost every night after that, when I thought Kerry was asleep, I mangled my meat to images from that picnic island.

Then one Friday when I got home from work my wife threw me the first friendly smile for a week and although we spent a pleasant evening it wasn't enough to make me confident enough to try for sex. However, lying in bed on the Saturday morning, she initiated it. It started when she bent over kissed me and told me she was sorry for being such a bitch and from then on it developed into a two day fuckfest. The sex dropped off again during the week which was understandable but I was looking forward to a repetition the following weekend bit it didn't happen and by the end of that week we were hardly talking again. Then, out of the blue, on the Saturday morning she was all loving again with an insatiable desire for my body and this developed into an alternating pattern, all over me one weekend and not wanting to know the next.

One Tuesday, after one of the good weekends, after eating, Kerry poured me a drink and then sat on the settee with me, placing a long thin package on the seat between us. "There's no easy way to tell you this Lee -- I've broken my promise and cheated on you again," she said bluntly. The news caused twin shafts to power through me, one of pain straight to my heart -- the other an electric bolt that shot through my cock. I just shook my head unable to speak. Kerry took my hand. "I'm so sorry. It's happened four times -- I mean I've been to bed with him four times but we fucked more than once each time."

"What do you expect me to say?" I mumbled.

"There's nothing you need to say because it's over," Kerry told me cheerfully. Jennie at work guessed and she's talked some sense to me."

"What's Jennie got to do with it I asked," completely mystified.

"Drink your whisky and I'll tell you," my wife instructed. "There's this guy I see at work, he's tall and blonde and I think he's Norwegian. He's a buyer for one of our clients. About a year ago I worked on some papers with him and ever since he always stops by my desk for a chat whenever he visits the firm. Well a couple on months ago I was wearing a rather low cut blouse, he could see down my top and as we were chatting he got himself all aroused. He was wearing tight trousers, his cock was very evident and it looked enormous. I just couldn't take my eyes off it -- I was feeling a bit frustrated and the sight got me all hot and bothered. He knew where I was looking and just said, 'Grab your things, I'm taking you for a drink'. 

I got up and followed him with both of us knowing we were going to fuck. He took me to his hotel room and I rang work to say I had a migraine and was going home. We stayed there in bed all afternoon. He only calls once a fortnight so the next three times I booked the afternoon off and went straight to his hotel for sex."

"So why have you stopped it?"

"You've met Jennie -- she rather likes you. Well she said that watching my body language with Sven, she knew that I was screwing him and she asked how I could be such a fool. Anyway, I told her all about Manos and said that after him you couldn't quite do it for me any more. I said that I'd tried to fight it but I needed something big in me again." 

As she was speaking Kerry picked up the package and held it across her knees. "Jennie said that about eight years ago she cheated with a man whose cock was a lot bigger than her husband and although she felt rotten she couldn't give him up. Her answer was to get a really big dildo for when she wanted the filled up feeling and she's been faithful ever since. So I've bought one this afternoon," Kerry said triumphantly ripping the paper off her package."

For the first month after the new toy appeared in our bedroom she used it on every sex session but then this fell off to every other time. By the time that six months had gone by it only came out for special occasions and the funny thing was that I had started to sometimes make her cum again with my cock. We were almost back to where we were before our 'honeymoon' and on the strength of this I mentioned that we could possibly start thinking about starting a family soon. Kerry was enthusiastic but pointed that we wanted a holiday; we wanted a conservatory building behind the house, now we wanted a baby and although our finances might stretch to two of those we couldn't manage all three. I had lost some enthusiasm for holidays so was happy to opt for the conservatory -- and Kerry said she would come off the pill as soon as it was built.

I got home from work the next night to find my wife in a very agitated state, jumping around waving an airmail envelope in the air. "We can go on holiday after all," she cried excitedly.

Manos had written her (us) a very nice letter saying that he would like to offer us a two week all expenses paid holiday to show his appreciation for our company the previous year. I shook my head telling her that I didn't think I could relive that experience again saying, "It's taken us a full year to get back to normal. If we go back to Barbados and it upsets our relationship again it will be ages before we can think about having a family again."

"It won't upset us -- look at the bottom of his letter, he says 'No strings attached'. We could have a fantastic holiday and not even see Manos except to call in and say 'Thank you' to him."

I shook my head. "Do you honestly think that he wouldn't get you to come every time he whistled?"

A broad grin creased my wife's face and she had to pinch her nose to control the mirth. Eventually she managed to blurt, "You're probably right," then collapsed into uncontrollable giggles again. By this time I had realised what I'd said and I was also smiling broadly. 

It didn't take much talking to agree that a return trip to Barbados would not be a good idea but Kerry retained a faraway wistful look for the rest of the evening. Next morning she wrote Manos a very nice letter declining his offer. Just under a week later we received the following solicitor's letter by recorded delivery. Addressed to Kerry it was typed on embossed paper and in an impressive envelope. It was from a large American legal firm and opened by stating that they were acting on behalf of Manos. The document continued as follows:-

My client would like to sire a child by you. To facilitate this it will be necessary for you to reside on Barbados for three complete menstrual months. During this time he will require free sexual access to you for the three days preceding your calculated ovulation day, together with the three succeeding days. This trio of potential impregnation periods will amount to twenty one-days in total. For this service my client is prepared to reimburse you to the sum of one hundred thousand pounds sterling (£100,000), irrespective of whether a pregnancy results. Half to be paid in advance.

It is recognised that separation from your husband during this time would prove a hardship so he may visit you at any time, except during the aforementioned 'potential impregnation periods'. All his travelling and accommodation expenses for such visits will be covered by my client. The only other restriction on these visits is that when ever on the island he must wear a device that will render him sexually incapable.

Should a pregnancy occur, my client is happy for your husbands name to appear on the birth certificate but he would want to be accorded the status of guardian in a god parent capacity. In return he will pay you an annual allowance of twenty-five thousand pounds sterling (£25,000) to defray your extra living expenses until the child reaches majority. It will be up to you whether you ever reveal the true parentage to the child.

All private education fees and university costs incurred by the child will be underwritten by my client. Furthermore, upon the birth, my client will place two hundred and fifty pounds sterling (£250,000) in trust for his child. One fifth will accessible to the child on reaching the age of eighteen, two fifths at twenty-one and the remainder, including all appreciation accumulated during the interim, will be paid on the child's thirtieth birthday. 

My client's last condition is that you together with the child should spend an average of one week per year on the island of Barbados (all family costs paid). Recognising that being tied to an annual visit might prove irksome, two weeks every other year would be acceptable. Finally, you will be provided with top of the range video and digital cameras on the understanding that you will regularly supply my client with pictures of the child's progress over the years.

Please inform if there are conditions or undertakings that you might wish included in the contract.

It is estimated that the value of this offer, including incidental expenses, will be in excess of one million pounds sterling.

Very obviously bubbling with excitement Kerry had handed me the letter and then sat watching my face as I read it. Reaching the end I very meticulously folded the document and replaced it in the envelope before looking up at my wife's expectant face to tell her "No".

She had accepted my rejection of the holiday offer with hardly a murmur but this time with a touch of incredulity in her voice said, "But it's a million pounds."

"Indecent Proposal."

"The amount may be the same but this is really quite different."

"Yes -- like three months instead of one night and pregnancy wasn't a factor in the film."

"I don't care, I just don't think we can afford to turn him down," Kerry said firmly, nailing her colours to the mast. "And it's pounds not dollars."

"We would have managed well enough without him and we we'll do the same after rejecting him," I pointed out logically, "Besides which I want our child to be mine."

"Don't be silly it will be yours, "Kerry said reaching out to touch me. "You'll still be the daddy, you'll love the baby and teach it about life -- the fact that it won't actually be your sperm that made it doesn't really matter. It will still be ours. Think about all the men who adopt and those whose wives are impregnated by artificial insemination from a donor -- they all think of the child as theirs and love it just as much as if it was their natural child. And what about all the thousands of men who lovingly bring up their wife's children from previous relationships?"

"I just happen to think that my genes are worth passing on to another generation."

"They still can be. I always wanted three children and just think, with so much money all our children could have a far better life than we would be able give them on just our resources."

"I still say that it's out of the question and I'm not going to change my mind no matter what you say," I insisted stubbornly.

"Have you considered that this is not really your decision," Kerry said quietly and the words hung like lead in the air between us. There was an odd expression on her face that I couldn't fathom but I know that it wasn't entirely defiance.

"If you insist on going against my wishes then don't expect me to be still here when you get back," I threatened through thin lips.

Kerry winced at that but said, "That maybe true but my guess is that you will still be here and I think I'm willing to take the gamble."

"You're being completely selfish, how the hell do you expect me to last a full three months without sex?"

"You could pay for some sex while I'm away. I can't say that I'd like you doing that but I'd hardly be in a position to complain. One thing is certain -- we could easily afford for you to get someone fairly high class." 

"Forget the three months," I said changing tack, "What I really don't like is the requirement to keep going back to Barbados over the years. Do you honestly think that Manos won't expect to fuck you whenever you're on the island -- and I certainly don't see you ever knocking him back?"

"Is that such a bad thing -- if I had him to look forward to I might find it easier to stay faithful to you the rest of the time."

That shocked me. "You still get tempted?"

"All the time and I certainly get enough offers. Also I've been extra hot in the last week, ever since that first letter arrived from Manos and somehow men seem to know. I haven't cheated on you once since Sven but if another one like him came along I can't promise I'd be able to resist." 

"But I thought the big dildo satisfied those urges."

"It helps. Used sparingly it eases the hunger but if we use the dildo too often it seems to increase it and that's why I've tried to cut down for the past few months. The problem is that it's only a shadow of the real thing." Kerry paused and seemed deep in thought for a moment before going on, "Remembered ecstasy is the hardest memory to forget. A man can never understand because I think a female has a far greater potential for sexual pleasure. With a male the sensation has to be external but for a woman it's different, with the right man it goes right to the core of her being. Once she's experienced it there will always be a craving."

With a sinking feeling I knew that my bluff had been called and that Manos was going to win again. At the same there was pleasure in considering all that extra cash -- and my cock gave a twitch in anticipation of the ordeal ahead. I signalled my capitulation obliquely by asking, "Would you mother be shocked if she knew her first grandchild is going to be conceived in this way?"

Kerry laughed. "No I don't think she'd be shocked at all, in fact I'm sure she would be very understanding."

I hadn't really intended to talk about her mother but that answer inspired an evil thought. "So you think your mother slept with other men as well?"

"No," Kerry said with certainty but then sudden doubt crept across her face. "Mum loves dancing and my dad either can't or won't, so for years my mum had a dancing partner who picked her up at the house every week. They were never back before I went to sleep. And every so often she spent a whole weekend away. I was always told it was to do with her work but she never seemed to work at any other time -- all I know is that I looked forward to those weekends because I had my dad all to myself."

"That settles it then," I told her wryly, "- while you're away on Barbados, busy being impregnated by your lover, I can kill time by calling in on your father to swap notes.