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*Please note – whilst this is both Jane and Mike’s story, the primary character is Jane. Her chapters will be the more detailed and will effectively tell the tale. Mike’s chapters are more to provide some context and balance from his perspective, as I really feel it’s important to give both them a voice.

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I must have slept, but I couldn’t recall dreaming. I couldn’t recall even getting into bed. But I woke with a pounding head ache, and it took me a few moments to surface properly. I also woke with a raging hard on. Which did surprise me, as this wasn’t something that happened as frequently as they once did, and when the fog did lift, I saw you smiling at me and wishing me a good morning. And it was as though your smiling face opened the flood gates and I was hit with a muddled barrage of images and memories from our drunken adventures the previous night. First to flash across my mind was our new friend Charles, leaning all over you, pawing you and you laughing loudly at his stories. I felt a heaviness in my stomach once more. And then I was back on the dance floor, watching you grinding with the young black guy; your thigh riding up his back as you arched your back. That’s when I felt you lay your head against me.

And as I replayed that image, I felt your hand snaking down my thigh. Fingers slowly working their way to my already hard cock before stroking it, and then encircling it. It was too much. As you lightly stroked me, I was imagining in my head that you were fondling your hunky dance partner…caressing his cock. That thought tipped me over the edge and I came all over your hand.

I think we were both surprised. A mix of embarrassment and guilt washed over me. Embarrassment over my premature explosion, and guilt for what had caused it. And a little confusion. Why now was I aroused by the thought of you handling another man’s penis? Bearing in mind where we were vacationing. Thoughts and images like that were potentially dangerous. I mean, we hadn’t even been her 24 hours yet and already you’d had an invitation from a stranger inviting us on his boat.

I was still catching my breath when you looked up and smiled. And you kissed me. A loving, tender kiss and I pulled you close to me where we lay for a few moments. It didn’t stop me feeling a twinge of anxiety in my gut. Last night, I had seen a very Escort bayan different side to the woman I had called my wife for the last fifteen years. The flirting, the dancing. I’d not seen that person before.

Jealousy wasn’t an emotion I’d ever felt before with you. You had never even looked at another guy. Well obviously you had, I’m no fool. But you had never done it in front of me. I don’t recall you ever coming home and mentioning another guy at work, or from the gym. You didn’t even lust over anybody on the television, or in a band. You were just always devoted to me. And I to you. So to see you behaving as you did the night before, was a real eye opener.

What was also shocking, had been my reaction. I was also almost entirely sure that the alcohol wasn’t totally to blame. It had loosened me up certainly. But the seed had been sown when I had returned from the gents and watched you with Charles. The instant knot that formed in my stomach was tangible. But coupled with that unfamiliar, uncomfortable sensation, was a strange detached arousal. And as my insides churned, I had felt a stirring in my crotch.

All of these thoughts swirling around my head, inside my already muddled and addled brain…none of it prepared me the phone ringing on the bedside table, and certainly not for the voice on the other end of the line.

“Good morning Mike. Its Charles. I hope I haven’t woken you? I asked reception for your room number as I just wanted to thank you for last night. I had a really enjoyable night with you. And your lovely wife too.”

I think I must have mumbled a reply. I was in a state of shock. He was the last person I expected to be talking to at this precise moment. I could feel my heart sinking as he pressed on.

“Excellent. Now the other reason for my call…I believe I promised both of you a trip on my boat this morning. What time should we meet up?”

I groaned inwardly. I had hoped we could just avoid the guy for one day until he left the island, but I got the feeling he wasn’t going to go away quietly. There was no arousal now. I was irritated by his bravado and persistence. I could tell you were surprised too. It was time to put an end to this. I tried to allow a little of my irritation to show in my reply, but he just swatted my concerns aside like they meant nothing.

“No problem Mike, Bayan escort sailing isn’t for everyone my friend. However, I have been up since seven am preparing her and the forecast is excellent…and I know we would both hate to disappoint Jane, so why don’t you put her on the phone and I’ll see if she wants to come along for a short trip around the coast.”

Damn him. How could I say no to him now? But you could. It was almost a relief when I passed you the phone. I knew you were pissed. Your face spoke volumes, and part of me did feel guilty for being the spoilsport who would ruin your fun. As you took the phone from me, I felt the knot return. My insides churning. I was aching to know what he was saying to you. Suddenly I was on the outside again, looking in. The know twisted a touch when I heard you call him ‘Love’. But, like before, the feeling triggered a wave of arousal inside me. Only it was tinged with doubt and a knowledge that I had absolutely no control over the outcome of this conversation.

When you looked at me, telling me you wanted to go, I wasn’t actually surprised. But I was disappointed, and maybe beginning to panic just a little. I could sense if we weren’t careful, this holiday may wind up somewhere I really didn’t want it to go. We had only been here one night, and already my worst fucking nightmare was about to come true. I hated boats. Too many ferry crossings as a boy and a weak constitution meant I was a sucker for travel sickness, and I had visions of my vomiting over the side into the crystal clear waters as Charles laughed at me.

Not only that, some rich, good looking black stud was seemingly making a play for my wife. My head started to spin. The knot grew tighter…and my arousal began to dip. This was a little too real now. I looked at you. The defiance in your eyes surprised me. I knew you were intent on going, and nothing I could say would change your mind. But the thought of my wife alone on his boat for the entire day made me feel even more nauseous, so I gritted my teeth, and relented. On the condition that we would be going together.

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We didn’t talk much as we got ready. I think you could sense I was still angry and it was best if you let me stew for a while. You’d ended the call without comment, and we had just gotten ready in silence. I picked up Escort a book, and tried to lose myself in the words, but it was no good. Instead, I watched you, and was relieved that you didn’t seem overly excited, or eager. You padded over to me, and I resisted the urge to look into your eyes. Instead, doggedly fixing my gaze on the words on the page. And then you playfully draped your top across it, and I couldn’t help but smile.

God you looked amazing. Tall, statuesque and stunning. Sometimes, even after all these years, I would look at you, and still you would make my heart jump. And to my dying day, I knew I’d never quite be able to believe my luck. A few years ago, my best friend had commented, over a few beers, that you had “a body built for sex.” I never forgot that. And it was so true. You were like an amazon. Strong, voluptuous, lithe and deliciously ripe. And as you stood before me, hands on hips, your incredible breasts, firm and yet so full, pushing against the chiffon top that just clung to them…I felt such a conflict of emotions.

A small part of me wanted to scoop you up, and take you home. No boat, no Charles, no island. And yet, another part of me was…what was the word? Not excited, but possibly curious. Looking at you now, there was a degree of perplexed intrigue as to how Charles would react with you looking as you did. And my ego also threw his hat in the ring. I think last night, watching you dance with those guys, it had stirred a degree of possessiveness that I hadn’t known before. Not in a bad way. Not the controlling type that is bred from insecurity. This was about power. Last night was a power trip in a way. All those hunky, young guys fighting to dance with my wife. My wife. The beautiful creature who curled up next to me every night, and woke up next to me every morning. Now that was a turn on. Knowing as much as he would spend the next few hours lusting after you, trying to charm you…to flirt with you…I knew he didn’t stand a chance. But my ego would enjoy watching the performance.

But we humans are fascinating creatures, and…thinking back now, I also fear that in the very dark parts of my mind where I didn’t allow myself to venture whilst awake, the slight masochistic part of my psyche was secretly hoping that things might not go entirely to plan. And so between them, my ego and my masochistic sides, entirely manipulated by my cock…overshadowed all sense and logic. So when you bent down and offered me a way out, I took a deep breath and plunged in feet first.

“No baby, you want to. Ignore me, I’m just a bit wary of…boats.”

To be continued in part 3…

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