24-12-2018, 12:42 PM
I must have fallen back asleep. When I woke up I saw it was late afternoon. I hurriedly showered and put on a new bathing suit, then I went in search of Jen.
She wasn't at the pool or the bar. I went to the beach and saw some people from yesterday. "Have you seen my wife?" I asked one of the girls.
"She's snorkeling with Jamie," the cute girl said motioning towards the ocean. I remembered her name was Tara. She looked at me with a smile on her face. Her girlfriends looked at me too. Clearly they knew Jamie was fucking my wife. I moved away feeling like a cuckold.
The resort had some great reefs and Jen and I'd talked about snorkeling them. I'd been excited to explore them with her and I was annoyed she'd gone with Jamie. I got we were playing the game, but we were still on vacation together. This was our second of three days and I felt like we hadn't spent any time together.
I sat on a beach chair waiting for them to return, getting more annoyed and angry with each minute. A beach boy came by. I realized I was starving and ordered a cheeseburger and fries and a big bottle water. I felt dehydrated and needed the fluids.
Finally an hour later they emerged from the water. "Hey sleepyhead," she said seeing me.
"I thought we were going to snorkel together," I said with barely contained anger.
She gave me a WTF look. "It's not my fault you slept all day," she said, irritated. "What was I supposed to do, do nothing while you slept off your hangover?"
Jamie seemed amused by our spat. Some of his friends were smiling. I noticed Tara had a frown on her face.
"Here dude, you can borrow my gear," he said dropping his flippers, snorkel and face mask at my feet. "It's really awesome reefs."
"Yeah Mike you should go," she said consolingly. She squeezed the water from her hair, then she brushed it. I was hoping she'd offer to go with me, but those hopes were dashed when she pulled up her mini-skirt and put on lipstick.
"Where are you going?" I asked.
"We're going to the bar, it's happy hour," she said. She leaned over and put her arms around my neck. She gave me a brief kiss. "You definitely should see the reefs, they're freaking awesome. You can meet us at the bar after you're done." She looked at my half eaten bacon cheeseburger and fries. "You might wanna go easy on the burgers and fries," she said patting my stomach. "You could lose a little weight."
My heart pounded as she walked away with Jamie and his friends. She never looked back at me. I couldn't believe how mean she was being to me. She was ignoring me, and when she wasn't ignoring me she was putting me down. Had it only been yesterday morning that she'd told me how I was her hero and how she loved me so much?
I decided to snorkel. I really did want to see the reefs. And I needed time to think what to do next.
I put on Jamie's gear and swam out to the reefs. The water felt great, and my bum leg didn't hinder me. As I looked at the reefs and sea creatures, I thought about how Jen was treating me. My pulse immediately quickened and I got hard. Despite the turmoil in my heart, how she was acting was turning me on like crazy, really pushing all my cuckold buttons.
I couldn't resist. I poked my head over the waves and saw no one close within 200 feet. Putting my head back into the water, I reached into my bathing suit and stroked myself. I lasted longer this time since I'd recently cummed. I slowly stroked myself, thinking over the last 24 hours, enjoying the deliciousness of not only Jen's sex with Jamie but also how she was denying me attention and practically ridiculing me. My body shuddered and I had an incredible orgasm. I managed to pull my cock from my suit as I came so as to not soil my suit.
After my breathing returned to normal I swam back to the beach. I toweled off and put my shirt on. I decided to join everyone at the bar.
Jen was just playing the game, I kept telling myself. She loved me. I was her husband. I was her man. This was Wish #1. She was just playing out my fantasy. It was an act, that's all.
She wasn't at the bar. Neither was Jamie. I couldn't bear the humiliation of asking Jamie's friends where they were. Anyway, I had a good idea where they were.
I walked to our room. Standing outside the door I could hear them. They were having sex.
Feeling numb I put in my cardkey. The lock clicked open and I stepped inside. Jen was on top, riding him hard.
She looked over at me. Irritation soon replaced the lust on her face. "Come in if you want but close the freaking door!" she said impatiently.
I realized the door was wide open and anyone walking by could see them doing it. Jamie said "Yeah, not cool man."
I stepped in and let the door close. Despite my heartache I couldn't help admiring how gorgeous and sexy Jen was. She still had on her bikini top and mini-skirt. It looked like the only thing she'd taken off before mounting him were her bottoms. Somehow seeing her partly clothed made her look even more sexy.
I had an overwhelming urge to touch her. We'd had practically no physical contact for almost a whole day and I was dying to feel her.
I sat on the side of the bed. I pulled the strings of her bikini top then stroked her back, kissing down her spine.
"Not now Mike!" she said irritably, pulling away from my hands and lips. She looked on the brink of an orgasm and clearly I'd interrupted the build-up. She grabbed her now untied bikini top and threw it to the floor. She pulled Jamie's hands up to cup her tits. "Rub my nipples baby!" she practically begged him. Her eyes rolled back into her head as he did. Her face was a mask of lust. She sensed I was still sitting next to them on the bed. "Sit over there, I'll take care of you later," she said to me.
I felt incredibly rejected and heartsick, useless. I sat on the sofa as Jen rode Jamie's impressive manhood, moving up and down and rotating his hips. "Oh god!" she cried, her head rolling back as she came in a thunderous orgasm
Jamie took over, holding her hips as he violently pumped her. Moments later he cried out in orgasm, his hips jerking widely as he came! I hoped she'd had the presence of mind to make him wear a condom.
Jen fell onto his chest, both of them panting. When their breathing got back to normal, Jen pulled off his cock. To my relief I saw a condom. As she pulled off, Jen held the condom so it didn't fall off. She collapsed onto the bed next to him.
They seemed to forget I was there as he put his arm around her and she laid her head on his chest. After a few minutes her eyes opened and she looked surprised, like "oh yeah you're here." She gently pushed Jamie. "You better go," she said.
Jamie got up and put on his bathing suit and t-shirt. "Meet you later right?" he asked looking at Jen.
"You betcha," she said smiling into his eyes.
As he passed me he said "You've got a great wife dude." He slapped me on the back.
Jen and I looked at each other for long moments after he left. This was the time in our game when she usually hugged and kissed me and made me feel better.
This time though she said "God Mike you have the worst timing."
I took a step back. "How was I to know you were here?" I said.
"You were snorkeling, I thought we'd have at least a half hour," she said sounding annoyed.
She walked over to me on the sofa. She got on her knees. "How's your leg?" Her voice carried lingering irritation but concern too.
"It's fine," I snapped feeling hurt and neglected.
She scowled at me like I was being a baby. She rubbed and massaged my leg as she'd done before. Despite my anger and hurt I admit it felt great, easing the stiffness and pain. Even though it was a non-sexual massage, just feeling her soft hands on me got me hard.
I looked into her eyes, wanting her. She said she'd take care of me, and I wanted her.
She knew what I was thinking, what I wanted, what I needed. Abruptly she got up and moved towards the bathroom. "I've got to get ready," she said.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm going with Jamie and his friends to dinner, then we're going dancing."
"Jen, wait," I said grabbing her arm. "I get you're playing the game. But this is our vacation. We haven't spent any time together."
"You can come along if you want," she said. She made me feel like a tag along, a third wheel.
"Jen stop!" I said my voice almost cracking. "I can't take this anymore. You win, I quit. I want to stop playing."
She looked at me for long moments. It was like she was studying my face, looking inside me. Finally she said "I don't want to be late." She moved towards the bathroom.
She wasn't at the pool or the bar. I went to the beach and saw some people from yesterday. "Have you seen my wife?" I asked one of the girls.
"She's snorkeling with Jamie," the cute girl said motioning towards the ocean. I remembered her name was Tara. She looked at me with a smile on her face. Her girlfriends looked at me too. Clearly they knew Jamie was fucking my wife. I moved away feeling like a cuckold.
The resort had some great reefs and Jen and I'd talked about snorkeling them. I'd been excited to explore them with her and I was annoyed she'd gone with Jamie. I got we were playing the game, but we were still on vacation together. This was our second of three days and I felt like we hadn't spent any time together.
I sat on a beach chair waiting for them to return, getting more annoyed and angry with each minute. A beach boy came by. I realized I was starving and ordered a cheeseburger and fries and a big bottle water. I felt dehydrated and needed the fluids.
Finally an hour later they emerged from the water. "Hey sleepyhead," she said seeing me.
"I thought we were going to snorkel together," I said with barely contained anger.
She gave me a WTF look. "It's not my fault you slept all day," she said, irritated. "What was I supposed to do, do nothing while you slept off your hangover?"
Jamie seemed amused by our spat. Some of his friends were smiling. I noticed Tara had a frown on her face.
"Here dude, you can borrow my gear," he said dropping his flippers, snorkel and face mask at my feet. "It's really awesome reefs."
"Yeah Mike you should go," she said consolingly. She squeezed the water from her hair, then she brushed it. I was hoping she'd offer to go with me, but those hopes were dashed when she pulled up her mini-skirt and put on lipstick.
"Where are you going?" I asked.
"We're going to the bar, it's happy hour," she said. She leaned over and put her arms around my neck. She gave me a brief kiss. "You definitely should see the reefs, they're freaking awesome. You can meet us at the bar after you're done." She looked at my half eaten bacon cheeseburger and fries. "You might wanna go easy on the burgers and fries," she said patting my stomach. "You could lose a little weight."
My heart pounded as she walked away with Jamie and his friends. She never looked back at me. I couldn't believe how mean she was being to me. She was ignoring me, and when she wasn't ignoring me she was putting me down. Had it only been yesterday morning that she'd told me how I was her hero and how she loved me so much?
I decided to snorkel. I really did want to see the reefs. And I needed time to think what to do next.
I put on Jamie's gear and swam out to the reefs. The water felt great, and my bum leg didn't hinder me. As I looked at the reefs and sea creatures, I thought about how Jen was treating me. My pulse immediately quickened and I got hard. Despite the turmoil in my heart, how she was acting was turning me on like crazy, really pushing all my cuckold buttons.
I couldn't resist. I poked my head over the waves and saw no one close within 200 feet. Putting my head back into the water, I reached into my bathing suit and stroked myself. I lasted longer this time since I'd recently cummed. I slowly stroked myself, thinking over the last 24 hours, enjoying the deliciousness of not only Jen's sex with Jamie but also how she was denying me attention and practically ridiculing me. My body shuddered and I had an incredible orgasm. I managed to pull my cock from my suit as I came so as to not soil my suit.
After my breathing returned to normal I swam back to the beach. I toweled off and put my shirt on. I decided to join everyone at the bar.
Jen was just playing the game, I kept telling myself. She loved me. I was her husband. I was her man. This was Wish #1. She was just playing out my fantasy. It was an act, that's all.
She wasn't at the bar. Neither was Jamie. I couldn't bear the humiliation of asking Jamie's friends where they were. Anyway, I had a good idea where they were.
I walked to our room. Standing outside the door I could hear them. They were having sex.
Feeling numb I put in my cardkey. The lock clicked open and I stepped inside. Jen was on top, riding him hard.
She looked over at me. Irritation soon replaced the lust on her face. "Come in if you want but close the freaking door!" she said impatiently.
I realized the door was wide open and anyone walking by could see them doing it. Jamie said "Yeah, not cool man."
I stepped in and let the door close. Despite my heartache I couldn't help admiring how gorgeous and sexy Jen was. She still had on her bikini top and mini-skirt. It looked like the only thing she'd taken off before mounting him were her bottoms. Somehow seeing her partly clothed made her look even more sexy.
I had an overwhelming urge to touch her. We'd had practically no physical contact for almost a whole day and I was dying to feel her.
I sat on the side of the bed. I pulled the strings of her bikini top then stroked her back, kissing down her spine.
"Not now Mike!" she said irritably, pulling away from my hands and lips. She looked on the brink of an orgasm and clearly I'd interrupted the build-up. She grabbed her now untied bikini top and threw it to the floor. She pulled Jamie's hands up to cup her tits. "Rub my nipples baby!" she practically begged him. Her eyes rolled back into her head as he did. Her face was a mask of lust. She sensed I was still sitting next to them on the bed. "Sit over there, I'll take care of you later," she said to me.
I felt incredibly rejected and heartsick, useless. I sat on the sofa as Jen rode Jamie's impressive manhood, moving up and down and rotating his hips. "Oh god!" she cried, her head rolling back as she came in a thunderous orgasm
Jamie took over, holding her hips as he violently pumped her. Moments later he cried out in orgasm, his hips jerking widely as he came! I hoped she'd had the presence of mind to make him wear a condom.
Jen fell onto his chest, both of them panting. When their breathing got back to normal, Jen pulled off his cock. To my relief I saw a condom. As she pulled off, Jen held the condom so it didn't fall off. She collapsed onto the bed next to him.
They seemed to forget I was there as he put his arm around her and she laid her head on his chest. After a few minutes her eyes opened and she looked surprised, like "oh yeah you're here." She gently pushed Jamie. "You better go," she said.
Jamie got up and put on his bathing suit and t-shirt. "Meet you later right?" he asked looking at Jen.
"You betcha," she said smiling into his eyes.
As he passed me he said "You've got a great wife dude." He slapped me on the back.
Jen and I looked at each other for long moments after he left. This was the time in our game when she usually hugged and kissed me and made me feel better.
This time though she said "God Mike you have the worst timing."
I took a step back. "How was I to know you were here?" I said.
"You were snorkeling, I thought we'd have at least a half hour," she said sounding annoyed.
She walked over to me on the sofa. She got on her knees. "How's your leg?" Her voice carried lingering irritation but concern too.
"It's fine," I snapped feeling hurt and neglected.
She scowled at me like I was being a baby. She rubbed and massaged my leg as she'd done before. Despite my anger and hurt I admit it felt great, easing the stiffness and pain. Even though it was a non-sexual massage, just feeling her soft hands on me got me hard.
I looked into her eyes, wanting her. She said she'd take care of me, and I wanted her.
She knew what I was thinking, what I wanted, what I needed. Abruptly she got up and moved towards the bathroom. "I've got to get ready," she said.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm going with Jamie and his friends to dinner, then we're going dancing."
"Jen, wait," I said grabbing her arm. "I get you're playing the game. But this is our vacation. We haven't spent any time together."
"You can come along if you want," she said. She made me feel like a tag along, a third wheel.
"Jen stop!" I said my voice almost cracking. "I can't take this anymore. You win, I quit. I want to stop playing."
She looked at me for long moments. It was like she was studying my face, looking inside me. Finally she said "I don't want to be late." She moved towards the bathroom.
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