Continuing Series of Bllackmailing & Reluctancy Short Stories

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[JEMMA]

In Chapter 9, we'll see that Brenda's honeymoon gets worsen and it will contain exhibitionism, voyeurism, oral and vaginal sex, plus a double penetration by two men while being watched. As previously noted, in this fantasy world, STD do not exist. It is not reality, so play safe. 

Chapter 9 - Honeymoon & the Ugly.

Tan tried to apologize to me again the following morning by cuddling up for more sex. Since the last three times we'd had sex hadn't ended well for me, I told him I wasn't much interested in fucking, which is what he'd done the past few days.

"Are you ever going to forgive me?" Tan asked.

"I imagine I will at some point, but look at it from my point of view. You pounded me so hard I was sore, practically choked me to death the next time and made me orgasm past bearing last night. I know you're capable of gentle and caring sex; you've proven it to me multiple times since we've been married, but lately, I haven't felt loved. I felt I was only there as a receptacle for your sperm. I don't know why the change, but sex has been less than enjoyable recently."



I wanted to say the best sex I'd had the last couple days was with an elderly black man on the beach instead of my husband, but I couldn't say it.

"I want the Tan who made me a woman on my wedding night, not the Tan of the last couple days. When that man returns to me, I'll happily make love with him."

"How can I prove he's returned if you don't give me a chance?" Tan asked.

"I don't know, Tan. Perhaps I need a little time to get past the way you've treated me lately. It might help if you showed a little non-sexual consideration and attention to me."

"I'm sorry for everything lately. I guess I've been overeager to experience everything with you."

"I'm happy you want to have sex with me. I want to be your beloved; the one you turn to for pleasure. Unfortunately, there hasn't been an overabundance of pleasure for me. That's not to say I don't orgasm. You've managed to make me climax; but orgasm alone isn't enough for me. It's the whole experience and it's been lacking the last few times we've had sex. When I feel less like an object of lust and more like a person, I'll enjoy it more."

My blackmailer was already making me feel like a sexual object. I needed something different from my husband.

"I'll do better. I promise."

"Please do," I said.

Tan asked me to wear the white suit Tammie had given me. It was little better than the other one I wore during my last escapade. I was disinclined to wear that one for awhile given the circumstances of the last time I wore it.

"You realize it's nearly transparent when it gets wet," I reminded Tan, "which could easily happen out on a a boat. Do you really want Stan to see that much of me?"

"It wouldn't be much different than the one you were wearing yesterday while you were getting drunk, and as I recall, you were topless when we got here. I don't mind other men admiring my wife as long as it's all they're doing. Look but do not touch seems to be our motto."

"If that's what you wish, Tan, but don't blame me if he pays attention to me. I sense it might be part of the reason you've been less gentle with me. My exposure to others causes you to desire re-staking your claim on me, to prove I'm yours. I know I'm yours and you don't have to prove it to me, and you can't prove it to others because I won't be having sex in front of other people."

"Mmm. Perhaps you're right. That's quite insightful Mrs. Tan."

"So do you still want me to wear the white suit?"

"Yes, please. I'll restrain any jealous impulses I feel when other men notice you."

"Have you got what you need to wear to Gordon's tonight?" I asked.

"Yes. Have you got lots of sunscreen?"

"SPF 50, I've got a lot of pale skin to cover if I'm wearing the white suit."

I spread sunscreen on before I even donned the suit, Tan doing my back for me, including my butt crack as the suit didn't cover much in the back. I noticed he lingered when spreading the lotion there. I didn't say anything, already sorry for my denial of his attentions this morning. I put on the suit afterward and it was as brief as I remembered it and as translucent. Our food came at 9:45 and Stan pulled up at our dock a few minutes after ten. Kathy was already topless, though her bottoms weren't as scandalously brief as mine yesterday. Stan left the motor idling.



"Ahoy, mateys. Welcome aboard," Stan called out. "May I say, Mrs. Tan, you're looking particularly fetching this morning."

"I concur," Kathy said. "It's a beautiful swimsuit."

"We got the food," Tan said, "do you have the booze?"

"Arrrggghh," Stan said, "we've plenty of rum in the hold. You can shove off, Tan. We're ready to plunder and pillage."

Tan pushed off and hopped in the front of the boat. Stan backed the boat up at idle speed until we were well away from the dock, then he kicked it up, staying on the Caribbean Sea side of the resort.

"You can put your clothes for this evening in the dry well. We've got a choice of things to do. We can hit a small island nearby belonging to the resort, maybe do some nude sunbathing in the morning before it gets too hot, maybe some snorkeling. We can run around, burn off some gas, get some windburn. This boat is set up for water skiing," Stan said. "Anyone want to give it a try?"

"I vote for sunbathing, snorkeling and lunch in the morning, skiing in the afternoon," Kathy said.

Tan seconded the motion. I was willing to do whatever the others did, though I didn't plan on getting naked. I was already uncomfortable with the skin I was showing. "I'm good with whatever you decide," I said. "I'm just glad for an opportunity to get away." I was sick of being spied on by my blackmailer. Hopefully, by going out on the boat, I could relax a little as he could not spy on me.

"Remote island, here we come," Stan said. He set a course and cranked up the speed. "Hey, Brenda. Have you ever driven a boat before?"

"No. Is it hard?"

"Not at all. You want to give it a try?"

"Sure."

Stan put me behind the wheel of the boat. "This is how you steer; just like a car. This is the throttle. You push it forward to go faster, pull it back to go slower. If you pull it back past the detent, you put the engine in reverse. I've entered the GPS coordinates in the navigation system. You keep aiming toward the arrow at the top of the screen and eventually, you'll see the island."

He sat down in the seat beside me. Tan and Kathy sat in the bow, right in front of me. Kathy asked Tan to put sunscreen on her back and he obliged. Nothing more than that, then Kathy took the lotion and rubbed it all over her front. Tan kept a close eye on her as she oiled up her breasts. I didn't particularly care too much, I was watching too. She was easy on the eyes, even for me, so I didn't begrudge Tan the eyeful. When she was done, Kathy stretched out on the seat beside him, leaning back with her hands behind her head. She really did have nice breasts, and her current pose did a lot to accentuate them. Stan seemed indifferent to her, paying far more attention to me.

The trip took around a half hour. Stan took the wheel as we got close. I was happy to relinquish it as we got close. Stan had Tan drop the anchor at the front of the boat about twenty feet off shore, Stan let the line play out a little on a drift, then dropped one at the stern. He had Tan pull forward on the front line to set the rear anchor, then tie off, while he secured the line in the rear.

"Anything you want to bring to the beach and keep dry, put it in the dry bag. I've got blankets and towels in there now. We'll need the food, suntan lotion, sunglasses, I guess," Stan said. "The snorkeling gear is in the net bag. We don't care if it gets wet, do we?"



Kathy stripped off her bottoms. I guess she really did plan on nude sun bathing. Her pubic hair was trimmed to a narrow triangle and cut short. She hopped in the water, and because she was shorter than I was had to swim a few feet toward the beach before she could stand. Tan and I put the food, and lotion in the dry bag. Stan said the water was five feet deep so I left my sunglasses on. Tan hopped in the water and I passed the dry bag to him, then jumped in after him. Stan handed me the snorkel gear and I brought it to the beach, Stan following after. I found as I came out of the water that my suit was as transparent as I'd feared, but still protection of a sort, so I wasn't going to remove it. I was self conscious of not only my breasts being obvious, with dark areola's visible and my stiff little nipples poking out of the thin material, but the cleft of my sex also being clear. Stan didn't say anything, thankfully, but he had a hard time tearing his eyes away from me. Tan and I handed a blanket to Kathy and she spread it in the sand. Tan and I put out the other one for us.

I was surprised when both Tan and Stan removed their swimsuits, letting their equipment out to air. It was apparent to everyone they enjoyed the show Kathy and I were providing, because both penises were elongated and swollen. Tan's was the larger of the two, and I began to realize Tan might be above average in size as no other penis I'd seen in the last few days was as large as his. Tan began putting suntan lotion on his groin and he grew even larger as he oiled himself up. Kathy appreciated what she saw as she didn't take her eyes off him for several minutes after he stripped. I imagined she was thinking about what kind of sexual partner Tan was. If she'd asked me, I'd have said more than adequate as long as he wasn't trying to choke me with it or pounding me raw.



Kathy had Stan add suntan lotion to her bottom, then she spread it around her vagina. I turned away as she did it, but Tan continued to pay attention to her. The show over, Tan lay on his stomach beside me and asked me to put lotion on his back. I straddled the back of his legs and spread some all over his torso and buttocks, then reversed myself and did the backs of his legs.



"Do you need more lotion, Brenda?" Tan asked.

"I'm good for now," I replied. I lay on my front as well, hoping when my suit dried out, I wouldn't be showing so much of myself.

Things were quiet for awhile, everyone just soaking up the sun. Eventually, my back started frying and I knew I needed to turn over. The sweating I was doing hadn't let my suit dry as much as I would have wanted, but no one seemed to be paying attention to me, so I flipped over anyway. Besides, the dental floss between my buttocks wasn't covering much in back either. I felt a shadow over me and opened my eyes..... .......

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[JEMMA]

Stan was standing over me. "Do you want to go snorkeling," he asked.

I sat up on my elbows. "I've never gone. What do I do?"

"Grab yourself a mask, fins and snorkel to start."

I dug around in the mesh bag and found the three items. Stan said, "That mask seems a little large for you. Give me that one and see if you can find a smaller one."

I handed him the mask and looked for a smaller one. "Okay. What now?"

"You want to check the fit of your mask," Stan said. "Hold it up against your face and breathe in through your nose, see if it sticks to your face. That's when you know you have a good fit. If it doesn't stay on your face, try finding another one."

Doing as he suggested, I found the mask stayed on my face fine.

"Your snorkel will go in your mouth, hooking onto your mask and stick up above the water. I'll show you the set up when we get in the water. Don't put your fins on now, it's too hard to walk. We'll put them while sitting in the water. These are pretty good snorkel set-ups. It's got a valve which closes when you go under the water so you won't accidentally suck water in. What we want to do is float on top of the water, looking down through the mask. When we see something we want to check out, you take a big breath, and swim down to examine whatever attracted your attention. When you come back to the surface, blow your air out to clear the snorkel of any water before you take another breath."

"Sounds simple enough."

"Piece of cake, really. I think you'll like it."

Stan led me out into the water, about two feet deep. He showed me how his mask and snorkel went together and helped me set up mine.

"Before we do this," I said, "please don't make a pass at me. I told Kathy I need friends right now, not more lovers. I've got enough problems. I don't need to add to them."

"She told me. I understand."

"Even wearing this suit is embarrassing to me, but Tan asked me to wear it and said he wouldn't mind if other people looked. I can't stop you from looking, but I want you to know how uncomfortable I feel."



"I get it. I won't promise not to look, because you have a fantastic body and I am a man, but I'll try not to be too obvious about it. Deal?"

"Deal."

He told me to put my fins on now and showed me how to adjust the rear straps so they were secure, but not uncomfortable.

"Okay, just get on your stomach and start swimming out in that direction." He pointed toward the East. "There's a small reef out there. I'd like you to stick fairly close to me since you're a beginner. You don't mind if I hold your hand, do you?"

"Not at all."

Stan took my hand and we began swimming in the direction he'd pointed. As we got over the reef, he started pointing out things to me. It was beautiful. There were some coral heads, sea fans, anemones and lots of fish, mostly small but some two or more feet long. He pointed out a spiny lobster sitting right under the edge of some coral, ready to scurry back out of sight if anyone approached. He saw something and signaled me to follow him, so I grabbed a deep breath and followed him closer to the reef. He pointed at something and I couldn't tell what he was pointing at, it blended in so well with the coral, then it moved and I saw it was a small octopus, about eight inches from tip to tip of his arms. He held a finger down close to it and it reached out a couple tentacles and tentatively explored his finger, tugging on it. He signaled me to do the same and I put my hand down. It started pulling on my engagement ring, apparently fascinated with shiny objects. I pulled my hand back and it sidled away. Stan signaled he was going up for air. I might have been able to stay down thirty seconds longer; an advantage of my swimming career, but followed him up. We blew our air out like sounding porpoises, then settled down to watch some more.

A few minutes later, Stan saw something else he wanted to show me and headed back down, holding my hand. When we were about five feet away, he wouldn't let me get any closer and pointed to a particular hole in the coral. Finally, I saw a speckled brown head sticking about four inches out of the hole and recognized it as an eel. We watched each other awhile, neither of us eager to get closer to the other, then Stan headed for the surface again. He took his snorkel out of his mouth when we reached the surface so he could speak.

"You can stay down a fairly long time," he said. "I'm impressed."

"Varsity swim team and good lungs," I replied.

"Great lungs," he said. "I've been admiring them."

"Those aren't my lungs, those are my boobs."

"Great boobs covering great lungs. I admire the whole package, and I'm never wrong."

"Thank you, Dr. Wright." I smiled at him.

"More?"

"Yes, please."

We stayed out another half an hour and I was enjoying it immensely, but I started getting hungry and told him on one of our trips to the surface.

"Me too," he said. "Let's get some chow and beverages.

We swam back to shore and pulled off our fins close to where we put them on. When we reached our blankets, I saw Tan was now on Kathy's, but they were just talking. We dried off and Stan suggested I put on more suntan lotion as most of it probably washed off in the water. I did what I could to the front of me, realizing I was providing everyone with a show. Stan offered to do my back for me, but I said it was probably better if Tan did it since it dipped so far in the back and my buns were bare.

"Stan can put your lotion on. I don't care," Tan said. "I put some on Kathy's back when she needed a refresh."

So Stanley put lotion on my back. He had good hands. I felt weird when he spread lotion on my buttocks, but he didn't get handsy and acted professionally while he spread the lotion on. Stan handed me the lotion when he was done and asked if I'd return the favor. I looked at Tan and he wasn't looking at me, he was back to talking with Kathy, so I put lotion on my hands and spread it on Stan's back. Stan had a little hair on his back. Not like a bear or anything, but noticeable. His buttocks were even hairier and the closer I got to them, the more nervous I became. Tan wasn't paying a shred of attention to me, so I wasn't sure what I should do when I got to them. I was conscious of how close my hands would be to his scrotum, his anus and other sexually charged parts of his body. He'd just done my buns and been as professional as a doctor with a patient, so I figured if I acted with the same amount of professionalism, I'd be okay. I spread the lotion on his butt, not glossing over them, but not lingering either.

I finished up and said, "You're done." He turned over and I could see his penis had enjoyed the attention to his back. It was quasi hard and I felt strange I'd almost given him a hard-on. Nobody else seemed to give a rat's ass, so I ignored it as much as I could, turning away when he spread lotion on his penis and testicles. Since Tan was on Stan's towel, it appeared Stan and I would be sharing mine.

"Food anyone," I said, trying to busy myself through my discomfort.

Everyone agreed food was a good idea. I passed out plates of jerked chicken and pork with salad, while Stan handed out ice cold beers to everyone. Normally, I wasn't too fond of beer, but I had to admit it went well with the jerked meats, especially cold. After we ate, Kathy said she'd like to go snorkeling. Tan volunteered to go with her because he hadn't gone yet. They got what they needed from the mesh bag and headed out into the water.

"Do you want to go again?" Stan asked.

"No thanks," I replied.

"Another beer?"

"No, but if you have any water, I'd like one of those, please."

Stan pulled a water from the cooler and handed one to me.

"I've been admiring your swimsuit," he said.

"What there is of it, you mean. It's not much. I almost feel naked."

"Since you almost feel naked; why not go naked?"

"Almost is a far cry from naked as far as I concerned. At least it's something, transparent as it might be."

"I'm a doctor. I've seen lots of naked women."

"Then you don't need to see one more. It should be boring to you now."



"A beautiful woman is never boring."

"I noticed," nodding to his just short of an erection penis.

He glanced down, looked up and smiled at me. "Sorry."

He paused. "How many men have you seen naked?"

"Did Kathy mention what happened yesterday?"

"Yes. She didn't give me details, but she told me what you were forced to do."

"Then you know about all of them."

"So, I'm only the fourth one."

"So far. I don't imagine I'll be lucky enough it will end at four."

He nodded. "I'm sorry about your problems."

"Thank you. I appreciate your concern." I lay back and shaded my eyes with my arm.

Stan got up and moved to his own blanket, lying down on his stomach. After several minutes, I flipped over as well. I dozed off. I was awakened by my phone going off. I looked at my phone. An unknown number. I looked around for Tan and he and Kathy were still in the water, so I opened up my messages.

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[JEMMA]

Shit! Why couldn't he at least leave me alone during my honeymoon.

"Is it your blackmailer?" Stan asked. I nodded. "What's he want this time?"

"I don't know yet."

"Why don't you ask him."

What do you want? I texted him.

You need to ditch your husband again unless you'd like to perform your task in front of him.

What task?

Before you leave, you need to go to a nightclub I'm familiar with.

Why?

You'll find out. 

How do you expect me to get away from my husband on my honeymoon?

Figure it out or you know what will happen.

He texted a photo of me participating in yesterday's task, his black cock in me. I must have been having an orgasm. The look of pleasure on my face was undeniable.



"He refuses to tell me what he wants, although I'm sure I can guess, but I have to find some way of getting away from Tan."

"I might be able to help you with that," Stan said.

"How?"

"I'm having a poker game with some other people I met here. I could invite Tan to the game."

"Some more swinger friends?" I asked.

"Two of them are. Two of them aren't, but you don't have to worry. It's an all guy poker game."

"You'd do that for me?"

"Of course. Anything to help out."

"When's the game?"

"Tomorrow night. Maybe Kathy could help you out again. She'll just be in the way at the poker game, unless she wants to be part of the final pot for the winner."

I could picture Kathy, laid out on the poker table, the winner taking her as part of his winnings. "Why don't you ask Tan, see if he wants to join you? It would be helpful," I asked.

"Sure thing."

Fifteen or twenty minutes later, Tan and Kathy returned, talking about all they'd seen while snorkeling. We talked about what we'd seen underwater as well. Tan was particularly fascinated by the octopus. He hadn't seen one, although he did see the speckled brown eel.

"Are you folks about ready to try waterskiing now?" Stan asked.

"I'm definitely in," Kathy said.

"Sure, I'll try it," Tan said. "I've always wanted to give it a shot."

"How about you, Brenda?" Stan asked.

"Let me see how difficult it is before I give you an answer."

"Get all our stuff in the boat," Stan said. "We'll have to leave after we're done."

We carried everything out to the boat and stowed the food, although Stan gave us all more water before stowing the cooler. He hooked lines to the overhead bar and unloaded a couple of skis. He threw the line out the back of the boat along with the skis. Kathy got in the water and I could see her putting the skis on her feet. Stan tossed her a flotation vest and asked her to put it on in case she should get knocked senseless.

"Is it that dangerous?" I asked.

"Not really," Stan said, "but better safe than sorry. Kathy's a good skier. She's never had any problems, but things do happen and I don't want her drowning."

I nodded. "Tan, I want you to keep an eye on Kathy. If she falls for any reason, let me know and I'll cut the power right away. Brenda, Kathy wants to slalom, so she's going to drop a ski. Keep an eye on the ski for me so we can recover it after she's done skiing."

"Okay," I said.

Stan and Tan pulled up anchor by playing out the rear line and pulling on the front line until we were over the forward anchor, at which time it could be pulled up and then the rear line until Stan could pull the rear anchor in too. He started the boat and idled it forward until the tow rope was tight. Kathy was sitting down in the water with the front tips of her skis out of the water in front of her and the rope between the two. She gave a thumbs up signal to Stan and he gunned the motor and she rose out of the water like naked Aphrodite rising from the sea. She stayed on two skis for awhile, getting used to the boat and the equipment. She jumped our wake a few times and once did a reverse somersault on one of the jumps, landing smoothly on legs like coiled springs.

"She's beautiful," I said.

"Yes she is," Stan said. "Keep an eye out, she should be dropping a ski shortly."

Stan was right. She kicked off her right ski and put her right leg on the back of the left ski. She started doing a lot more wake jumps and some leans into the water so low it looked like she could lean over and kiss it, throwing up huge sprays of water. She did a few more flips and somersaults, as graceful as any gymnast. Tan couldn't take his eyes off her. I would like to have watched her more closely, but I could only risk short glances in order to keep my eye on the dropped ski. Stan kept in the general area so it was easier for me.

"She's dropped the tow rope," Tan said. I risked another glance and saw Kathy sliding to a slow stop and drop into the water. Stan cut the power immediately and started circling towards Kathy, stopping to pick up her other ski first. We pulled up near her and Kathy said, "Fuck, that was great. Who's going next?"

"I'd like to go next," Tan said. Stan tossed him a jacket and told him to put it on.

Finishing with his jacket, Tan jumped into the water next to Kathy. "Have you ever water skied before?" Kathy asked.

"No. Snow skiing only."

"Not quite the same thing," Kathy said. "You want to keep the same flex in your legs to absorb impacts, but snow skiing you carry a little of your weight forward. In water skiing, you want to keep your weight just behind your center of gravity. The tow rope will feel like it wants to pull you out of your skis, so you need to compensate by leaning back a bit. Not much, mind you, only a little." She helped him adjust the foot slide bindings, and get in the skis.

"You need to lean back and let the boat pull you up. Keep your arms straight; don't try to pull yourself up. When you get up, just try to stay in the middle of the wake to start. Make sure you're comfortable with your balance before you try making any turns. A few small S turns in the middle. When you're fairly confident with those, start making them wider and wider so you cross the wake. By turning to the side, you can actually go faster than the boat is, but it also means when you turn back to the boat, you'll have to give up some of your speed and you'll be gliding without any tow and when the boat catches up with your speed, you'll be yanked by the tow rope, so be prepared. You got all that?"

"I think so," Tan replied.

"Let Stan take the slack out of the tow rope, then lean back, ski tips out of the water, arms straight, knees bent. Let the boat do the work. Give Stan a thumbs up when you're ready to go."

"Yeah."

Kathy told Stan to take out the slack and we crept forward until the rope was taut. Stan said, "If he falls or lets go of the rope, tell me to stop."

I said, "I will."

Tan gave a thumbs up and Stan cranked the motor and Tan got about half way up and then nose dived into the water. He didn't let go of the rope and got dragged for about fifty feet before I remembered to say stop. Stan cut the engine and Kathy went swimming up to him. She was saying things I couldn't hear because we were too far away. Tan was nodding to whatever she said. He got into position and gave Stan another thumbs up. This time, Tan got up and was skiing for about five seconds before he started to tip backwards and he flopped down, sitting on his butt. Tan dropped the tow rope this time and didn't get dragged. Kathy started swimming up to him and Stan circled round to bring the tow rope within grasping distance. Kathy got in Tan's face and was talking to him again. Again, I couldn't hear what she was saying, but Tan seemed to be paying close attention.

They got Tan all set up and he popped a thumbs up and Stan gunned the engine and Tan came up to a standing position. I was somewhat surprised to see Tan with an erection, almost full blown. I wondered if skiing was that exciting or the water flowing over his privates was getting him turned on. This time Tan stayed up for over two minutes and was doing to easy S turns in the wake. It wasn't until he tried to go over one of the waves, he lost his balance and fell down. Stan went and picked up Kathy first as we couldn't get her while Tan was skiing. She climbed on board the boat and we headed for Tan who was waving he was okay. We reached him and Kathy asked if he needed more help and Tan said he was getting it and to let him try himself. We circled around until he could catch the tow rope. Stan took in the slack and when Tan gave his thumbs up, Stan hit the gas. Tan came right out of the water without problem. He still had a bit of a hard-on, though not as pronounced as last time.



"Your husband has a nice cock," Kathy said.

It was odd hearing her talk about Tan's penis like this to me, but I remembered she was accustomed to other men's cocks and might be this open about other men's equipment all the time.



"I like it," I said simply, not wanting to encourage further speculation about his manhood. She glanced at me and saw me blushing and put her hand on my arm.

"Speaking generally, of course. Not like I have specific knowledge of his prick."

"That's what I assumed," I assured her.



This time he stayed up without issues for about fifteen minutes and didn't stop until he dropped the tow. I called out a stop and Stan circled around to where Tan was floating. He was grinning from ear to ear. "That was great," he said. "I loved it."





"It looked like it," I said, referring to his erection, though I don't know if he realized what I was referring to. When he came up onto the boat, he was still somewhat aroused.

[JEMMA]

"Are you ready to give it a shot?" Kathy asked.

"Yes, I'd like to try."

"Put on a jacket," Stan said.

Kathy helped me get into the life vest, making sure it was snug around my breasts. I jumped into the water and Kathy jumped in with me. She helped me adjust the foot bindings for my feet. She was floating right behind me.

"Did you hear what I told Tan?" Kathy asked.

"The first briefing. I didn't hear what you said after he fell down each time."

"The first time he fell, he was trying to pull himself up and he overbalanced and he face planted in the water. Let the boat pull you up. It will get you up just fine without you trying to tug on the rope. The second time, he balanced too far back on the skis and they started slipping out from under him. He could have used the rope to get his balance again by pulling forward, but he didn't realize he could tug on it now he was up, so he went backward. Stan isn't going too fast, so it probably wouldn't be too bad, but it's possible you'll have water pushing up into your vagina if you squat down like that. Let go of the rope. You'll make it worse if you get dragged behind the boat. It won't hurt you, but it will be darned uncomfortable."

"Good tip."

"Get in a nice sitting position with your knees flexed, arms straight, let the boat do the work, okay?"

"Got it."

"Thumbs up when you're ready."

I got into what I assumed was the proper position and gave Stan my signal. The boat accelerated and I started rising out of the water. I actually got up the first time and was standing balanced behind the boat. I stayed right in the center of the wake. Stan started making a wide turn and it caused me to move toward the right side. I still wasn't comfortable steering myself where I wanted to be and when I went over the wave, I started tipping and I dropped the rope just before my feet started going one way while my torso went the other. I waved I was all right and they went to pick up Kathy before coming back to me.

"Great job, Brenda," Stan said. "You did better than Tan did."

"Not in the turns," I replied. "I still haven't figured that out yet."

"Do you need me to get in the water with you, Brenda," Kathy asked, "or do you think you can get back up on your own?"

"I'm okay to try again."

Stan swung around so I could grab the tow rope and he slowly pulled out the slack. I got myself into position once more and gave the signal. I was back on my feet again and being towed. This time I started some slow turns behind the boat and since there was no one else in the water, Stan could keep going in pretty straight lines. I grew more confident and started making larger turns, even going over the wake wave several times without issue. I went for about twenty minutes, and my legs and arms started getting a little tired. I didn't know how to signal them I was ready to stop, when I realized all I had to do was release the rope. I dropped it and Stan immediately turned back to me.

They got close enough to speak and asked if I was alright.

"Just getting tired," I said. "I wanted to stop."

"Kathy, do you want to go again?" Stan asked.

"No, I'm good. We've probably all had enough sun for the day."

"It is pretty late. We'll get back maybe twenty minutes before our dinner reservations, but it's nothing a couple drinks can't fix," Stan said.

I handed up the skis, and Tan helped me into the boat while Stan brought the tow rope in. Everybody lost their floatation vests and they were stowed away. Kathy gave Stan and Tan another beer and she gave me a water, taking one for herself. On the way back, Stan worked with Tan in driving the boat. Kathy and I had a seat in the front.

Kathy handed me the tanning lotion and said, "You need to put more lotion on. It probably washed off in the water."

I smeared it all over my front as well as I could without removing my suit. I handed it back to her and asked if she could put some on my back. She dutifully smeared it all over my back, pausing before putting it on my buttocks. "Go ahead," I said. "You're husbands already felt them up." Kathy laughed and spread lotion on my buns. She asked if I'd put some on her as well. I put lotion all over her back and butt, doing a thorough, though not unprofessional job of it. She had a nice ass and it was a lot less hairy than Stan's. I handed the lotion back to her, but I couldn't watch when she spread it all over her front. I felt like a voyeur, though I could see Stan and Tan didn't have the same compunctions I did. They watched with interest. I could almost tell where she was spreading the lotion by watching their eyes.

I heard Stan ask Tan if he wanted to play poker with a few of the guys tomorrow night.

"I don't know, Stan. It's my honeymoon. I've already skipped out on Brenda once to play golf. I don't think I should."

I spoke up, "Go ahead, Tan. I don't want to stand in the way of you're getting together with the guys once in awhile." I felt a knot in my stomach as I said it, knowing I was doing it to free up time for another task my blackmailer was imposing. "Kathy can hang with me while you boys play your games."

"As long as you don't use it as another excuse to get stinking drunk, Mrs. Tan."

"No," I said, "I promise I won't be getting drunk." Although what I'd be doing would likely be a thousand times worse, I thought.

"If you're sure it's okay."

"Yeah, I'm sure. Have fun."

"I'm warning you, Tan," Stan said. "I won't be as big a patsy playing poker as I was playing golf. I minored in poker in college and I've kept my skills up with a Thursday night poker game every week for four years."

"Bring it on, buddy," Tan replied. "With Brenda wanting to remain a virgin until our wedding, I've been playing three times a week for the last six months."

I'd wondered what Tan did when he wasn't with me. Playing poker, huh. Interesting.

"Once you fellows are done playing for money, maybe you'd like to make it a little more interesting," Kathy said, "and play strip poker on Friday night?"

"Brenda?" Tan asked.

I thought about it. Both Kathy and Stan had seen me topless, and for all practical intents and purposes, in today's swimsuit, bottomless as well. I'd put lotion on both their naked asses and they'd done the same to my almost naked one, if a single string thong could be said to be clothing. I'd played poker with my teammates while on road trips in college, and while not an expert by any means, I could probably hold my own depending on the luck of the cards.





I finally said, "I'm not sure. Let me think about it. I'm not exactly comfortable with it, but there's not much more I can show to anyone here. We'll see how I feel in a couple days."

"It's up to you," Tan said. "I'll do whatever you think is best."

"We'll be at Gordon's in about fifteen minutes," Stan said. "Probably good to bust out the good clothes."

I went into the dry well and found our clothes. I handed the Wrights their bag and handed Tan his things from our bag. He put on underwear, some Dockers, a short sleeve dress shirt. I had a wrap around skirt to pull over my suit and a loose blouse to go over the top of my suit. Kathy put on a matching lace bra and panties, and a sexy dress. She took the wheel of the boat so Stan could put on his jeans and polo shirt. We all wore sandals. As advertised, we got there about twenty minutes before our appointment, Tan tying us up at the dock. They had a firepit with a nice fire burning and several cozy chairs around it. We gave our names to the waitress and everyone got a drink and we sat around the fire sipping our drinks, waiting to be called.

All the sun and exercise this afternoon left me feeling slightly lethargic. I'm sure the texts from my blackmailer weren't helping either. I knew he would force me to do something else I didn't want to tomorrow night and I was dreading what it might be. I felt tired thinking of it. I was fighting a losing battle to maintain any semblance of dignity and modesty and wondered if there was anything I could do to regain control of my life. The longer it went on, the less likely it seemed. Everything I was being forced to do would make me look worse and worse in Tan's mind and I despaired if my marriage could survive. I was lost in my own thoughts and didn't notice when our names were called. Tan had to poke my arm before I responded.

"Are you okay?" Tan asked. "It seems as if you've been in your own little world for almost a week."

I smiled up at him as he helped me to my feet. "I think the sun must have gotten to me a little today. I'm a little tired is all. I'll be fine."

I held onto his arm as we went into the restaurant and made a point of trying to remain engaged in the conversation going on around me. I smiled and laughed in all the appropriate places, made pithy comments when it was called for, and generally tried to fit in. The food was excellent. Tan started with coconut crusted crab cakes followed by the swordfish filet, and I had the panzanella salad followed by the Thai green seafood curry. Stan had the seafood salpicon followed by the surf and turf and Kathy had the chicken Cobb salad with the grilled lamb chops. I was glad Tan skipped the asparagus. I remembered Tammie or Tiffany telling me to stay away from oral sex after a man had eaten asparagus. I wanted to be extra special nice to him given I was going to participating in another act of betrayal tomorrow night. No matter what happened the last few times we had sex, he didn't deserve what I going to do.



Before our dessert, I went to the ladies room and Kathy came with me.

"Stan told me you got another text from your blackmailer and it's why he invited Tan to the poker game."

"Yes. You don't mind coming with and holding my hand again, do you?"

"No, sweetie. I'm happy to help any way I can. Do you know what he wants you to do yet?"

"No. I haven't told him when I'm going to be free. I didn't know Tan would accept the poker game until on the boat back. I'm sure it will be something sick and disgusting so he can tighten his hold on me."

Kathy patted my shoulder before she applied lipstick. "Stan loves this shade of lipstick wrapped around his cock, more than any other color."

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[madpig88]

Looking forward to your next updates to this nice story TS.

[JEMMA]

I was touching up the mascara on my lashes and almost poked myself in the eye, I started laughing so hard. "Oh, God, I needed that," I said, finally catching my breath. "Stan likes certain shades of lipstick for his blow jobs?"



"For sure. He likes a little ring around the cock, and I'm so fucking horny after being naked all day, I'll give him whatever he wants to get laid. I got tingles looking at Tan's pole."

"You hid it well," I said, sarcastically.

"No, I didn't," Kathy admitted. "His trouser snake was mesmerizing. I felt like an Indian snake charmer with a cobra, but in reverse."

"Is that why you want to play strip poker?"

Kathy laughed. "Hell, yes. If I can't touch, I definitely want to look some more. Tan is totally dreamy; tall, dark and handsome and built like a brick outhouse. Though honestly, I want to see you as well. I promised not to attempt to seduce you, but I didn't promise not to look when I have the chance. Are you going to play?"

"I still don't know yet. It might depend on what I have to do tomorrow night. There's only so much drama I can stand in my life at one time. Let me borrow your lipstick. Maybe Tan would like a little ring around the cock."





She giggled and handed me the lipstick and I put on a coat. "Mmm. I hope Tan likes it."

"You're going to suck his cock. He better like it," Kathy said.



"Damn straight." I checked myself in the mirror again and we rejoined our men at the table.

We all had the mango chocolate cheesecake but Stan who had carrot cake. He said, "I have to take care of my eyes." I joked back, "the better to see naked women with," and we all laughed. Once we were back in the boat, it was only a few minutes to our bungalow. Stan told Tan the poker game started at seven. They'd be ordering pizza from Dino's Pizzeria for the poker game so not to worry about food before hand. He also told Tan to bring the hundred dollars he'd won playing golf because Stan planned on winning it all back and then some. Kathy said she'd come over about six if I didn't have a problem with it.



Tan and I went inside and I led him into the bedroom.

"I'm sorry if I've been a little sharp with you lately. I'm used to gentle, kind and considerate Tan and not so much the demanding, physical one. You've surprised me with how you've enjoyed taking me hard. I'd like to make up a little for how catty I've been, if you let me."

"I'm sorry too," Tan said. "I admit I've been a little impatient I had to wait so long for you and I'm rushing into things I shouldn't. Please accept my apologies as well."



I started to unbutton his shirt. "Kathy told me she finds you to be a total dreamboat. She said she got tingles looking at your penis." I took his shirt off and threw it on a chair. I knelt down in front of him and started to unbuckle his pants. "It's why she suggested playing strip poker." I unzipped his pants and drew them down his legs. "She wants to see more of your trouser snake." I pulled his underwear down releasing said snake. "I'd never heard it called a trouser snake before, but it's certainly an apt description, in your case." I pushed him back onto the bed and started stroking his penis, making it grow even larger.

He looked at me kneeling on the floor in front of him. "How does it make you feel, discussing your husband's cock with another woman?"



"Well, I certainly can't blame her for her appreciation of your fine organ, sir. It gives me tingles too." Looking into his eyes, my lipstick covered lips descended over the head of his cock.

"Oh, fuck!" Tan said.

I pulled off his penis with a big grin on my face. "Not yet, but we'll get there." My lips sank over his shaft again. We stared at each other for about thirty seconds as I caressed his manhood with my mouth. Eventually, he had to close his eyes and groan. Tiffany was right. At this moment, I felt like I had power and Tan was putty in my hands. As I bobbed up and down his organ, I started handling his sack, rolling his testicles around in their sack. Tan was moaning fairly consistently now. I remembered what he'd done to me during our last 69 and I extended a finger between his cheeks and stroking the area around his anus. I wasn't brave enough to put my finger in it like he did me, but I'd enjoyed the preliminary contact as well. He squirmed when my finger was stroking the crinkled star, plus he was starting to thrust up into my mouth.



I stopped and Tan groaned. "Don't go away," I said. "I'm not done with you yet." I quickly stripped off my blouse and skirt, then shimmied out of my suit, doing a quick but sultry strip tease. When I was naked but for my sandals, I got back on my knees. "Do you like the color of this lipstick on your penis, my prince?" I asked before swallowing his head again.

He groaned out, "I love that color."

I lifted off him once more, laughing. "Stan loves it too."

"You didn't suck him off, did you?" He asked, shocked.

"Hell no! I borrowed the lipstick from Kathy. She said it's his favorite."

Tan started laughing. I straddled his lap on the bed. "If you would, kind sir; could you please put your penis in my kitty?"

I felt him fumbling around beneath my butt, then felt his shaft at the mouth of my opening, already wet and waiting for him. I sank down on top of him, moaning like a Siamese cat in heat as he penetrated me.

"You feel so good, Tan. I love to feel you inside me. At first it feels like you're going to split me in two and then, I want even more filling me up. No wonder Kathy appreciates your cock. It's pretty special, husband."

I rode him nice and slow. I wasn't even trying to orgasm. I was doing this for him, because I felt so sinful, but I climaxed anyway. My vagina clenching his penis spasmodically during my orgasm triggered his own release and I felt him pumping his load into me. He might have stopped and gone to sleep after, but as soon as his own pulsing ceased, my mouth surrounded him again, cleaning our joint releases from his shaft and pushing him towards another erection.





When he was fully hard, I knelt on the bed and looked over my shoulder at him. "Fuck me hard, Tan."

Oh, God, he did. I climaxed four more times before he emptied himself again. He rolled off me, though he pulled me down with me and he was still in me when I went to sleep.

[Informer]

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[JEMMA]

I woke Tan up the next morning by sucking his penis. This time, I let him climax in my mouth. It was funny; I imagined I would hate it if Tan wanted to cum in my mouth, but I was really beginning to enjoy it. It really was a lot neater than the alternative. Plus, to feel his shaft swell in my mouth and the first hot spurts of his sperm coating my throat was kind of a rush. The taste wasn't as bad as expected. Even the taste of both our juices when I sucked him after we made love last night was enjoyable enough, I'd eagerly do it again, just for the look he got on his face when I did it. After I'd finished, he wanted to return the favor. I told him I was good and did not need to climax this morning. I was happy enough to be able to serve him. He kissed me and got out of bed to shower. We still smelled of sex from last night.



While Tan was showering, I sent a text to my blackmailer.

My husband will be gone after seven tonight.

I waited for his response, but I didn't get one while I waited. I suppose even blackmailer's had things to do other than waiting for their victims to respond. After Tan finished, I showered myself. I shaved my armpits and legs, then rubbed my mound. It was still pretty smooth, but I felt hints of hair starting to make an appearance after my waxing. To be as smooth as possible, I shaved it too. Done with my shower, I put on one of the nice robes and joined Tan for a simple breakfast of bagels and cream cheese. Tan had instructed Roberta to keep our room stocked with breakfast items, orange juice and coffee. Her efficiency kept our breakfasts easy and quiet.

While we ate, I had a question for Tan. "Do you really want to play strip poker with Kathy and Stan tomorrow night?"

"Sure. Why not?"

"I don't know. It seems odd to me. You were adamant the worst thing I could do was have sex with another man, yet you seem to have no problem displaying me naked to others. It seems incongruent to me you don't want me touched, but don't care if I'm looked at. It would seem to me, to be naked with other people is an adjunct for them to do more than look. It encourages touching. Yesterday, when we were all naked or nearly so, when we helped put sun screen on each other's backs, it was also necessary to put lotion on bare buttocks. Both Stan and Kathy did mine and I did them in return. Yet you didn't seem to care."





"Mmm. I see your point. I guess the difference to me is I was there. I expected nothing worse than innocuous lotion spreading would occur. You're a very beautiful woman with a fabulous figure and I'm very proud you chose me as your husband. I feel very lucky to be the one you selected to share yourself with and I suppose I want to throw it in the faces of all those you didn't choose what they're missing. Now Stan's a lucky guy as well. Kathy is a lovely woman with a terrific set of knockers, but you're her equal in every way, plus taller. I can't help rubbing my luck in his face a little. You could tell he found it hard to keep his eyes off you."



"I noticed. It makes me uncomfortable to be so on display for another. It feels I'm sharing a part of myself I'd saved only for you. I was never a wild child. My nudity was shared only in locker rooms. Even then, I was not blatant about it. I would kiss boys and sometimes I even let them touch my breasts over my clothes, but if they tried more, I sent them packing. I knew some day, I would share everything I had with the one I loved. Sharing it with others has a tendency to make my skin crawl. I am not trying to be a prude necessarily, but you're willingness to show me to others makes me believe you don't hold my gift of waiting for you, in as high a regard as I did waiting for you."

"I never thought of it in that way. You know I do appreciate you waited for me, don't you?" Tan asked.

"I hoped you would."

"But I still want to show you off. Hiding you in some room of the house like a dusty trophy in a display case doesn't satisfy my sense of pride. It's like locking the Mona Lisa in a basement somewhere instead of showing the world how beautiful she is by giving her a prominent place in the Louvre so the world can see her. It's how I feel about you. You should be on display where everyone can enjoy your beauty. I guess I would have a problem with you doing so without me around. I would have no problem with you tanning nude if I'm around to enjoy it also. I'd be less comfortable if you did it while I wasn't here. Then I appreciate your sense of modesty. I would not want you to play strip poker when I wasn't there, but it doesn't bother me if I am. Does that make any sense?"









"I suppose. You do know that Stan and Kathy are swingers and hoped we would swing with them, don't you?" I asked.

"Stan told me about their lifestyle when we were playing golf. He hoped we would be willing to join them."

"What did you say?"

"I told them I'd never be willing to share my wife," Tan said. "You were far too precious to me to ever consider such a thing."

What he said made me happy and even more disgusted with myself. I was already sharing myself with others and would do so again tonight while he played poker. I couldn't help myself; I started to cry. It wasn't a loud, noisy, bawling sort of cry; just tears running down my cheeks.

"Why are you crying?" Tan asked. "Did I say something wrong?"

No, Tan. The problem was with me and not with you. I'm a horrible person who is wronging you in the worst possible way. Fuck, fuck, fuck! "Nothing wrong, my prince. You said something very sweet and it makes me very happy."

"So happy you want to cry?" Tan asked.

"Yes, dear. So happy I want to cry."

I dragged him into the bedroom again, took off his robe, then mine, and pushed him back on the bed. I covered him with my naked body and kissed him.





"I love you so much, Tan. I hope you realize how much I love you and how much I will do to keep you. Now, make love to me again."

We kissed and he turned me over on the bed, covering my body with his. Already, I felt him becoming hard. His lips trailed down my neck, kissing his way down to my breasts, my nipples hard lumps of flesh, waiting to feel his touch. He sucked one in his mouth and my body arched under his, melting for him, instantly wet.





"For someone who waited as long as you did," Tan said, "you certainly do enjoy this, don't you?"

"It's you, my love. I enjoy doing this with you. You're my sun and moon and all the stars in the heavens and I can't get enough of you."

"I'm ready. Spread your legs for me, Brenda."





I parted my legs and I felt his hand between us and finding what he sought, his erection speared into me. I gasped and wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper.

"Love me, Tan. Please love me."

He did, driving into me over and over. I surrendered to him three times before he shared himself with me, spurting deep into my sheath. We lay panting together when he'd finished.

"You've been particularly loving the last twelve hours," Tan said.

"I've felt bad we had a rough patch and wanted to make it up to you." Along with other things I can never tell you. I went down on him again to clean his penis, thick with our accumulated spend.

"You can apologize like this any time you want," Tan said, gasping.

I looked up at him, holding his gaze. "I intend to." Then I descended on his cock again. I eventually accepted another offering of his seed in my mouth, swallowing his load. He finally stopped me.

"You've got to stop," he panted. "I'm too sensitive for you to continue."

I stopped and pulled off him, laughing. "Now you know what you were doing to me when you were using my little toy. I should keep going just to show you how painful it can be."



"If I didn't apologize profusely enough before, I do so now," Tan said. "I won't do it to you again."

He wouldn't, but others eventually would.

[Neome]

Excellent share TS, please continue

[JEMMA]

It was a lazy day. Tan asked Roberta to bring us food from the Olde London Pub, fish and chips for him, a cottage pie for me. I endorsed his desire for me to dress provocatively when he was around by wearing Tammie's other suit as I sunned myself on our deck. I even wore it without the top, which was practically worthless anyway. I thoroughly covered myself in lotion to prevent all my pale parts from burning. While Tan was reading and answering his e-mails and working on a couple things for work, I checked my phone again.

I'm glad you realize how helpless you are and do as I order, for your own good and the good of your marriage.

He'd responded about an hour ago. I didn't know if he was still waiting for another response from me now, but I sent a quick text.

What despicable thing do you want me to do now?

I waited and three minutes later, got a response. I glanced at Tan to ensure he was still engrossed in his work.

Tonight, you will go to the Upper Level Night Club in Rodney Bay. You will notify me when you are there and you will receive further instruction.

What do you want me to do?

Nothing. Apparently he was done until it was time.

Around five, Tan was in the mood again. I was less in the mood, given my trepidation towards the evenings activities. Not wanting to deny him when I was about to go out and betray him again, I allowed him to have sex with me again.







He might have sensed my reticence because he ended up going down on me until he'd made me climax twice.







At that point, I was ready for whatever he wanted to do. He asked me to get on my hands and knees and he penetrated me from behind. It was a long, lazy screw, given the number of times he'd orgasmed today. While he pumped me from behind, his thumb was fingering the area around my anus again. He remembered my previous admonition and asked for permission to put his thumb in me. I put my chest and head on the bed and told him he could. I was surprised to orgasm almost as soon as his thumb went in, shockwaves of pleasure pinwheeling from his thumb in my butt to all the pleasure centers of my body. He left his thumb in me as he continued thrusting through my climax and I orgasmed again when he tightened up and sent another flood of his seed into my vagina.







He cuddled me from behind after finishing, his hand idly stroking my breasts.





"Tan," I said.

"What?"

"If you want me to play strip poker with you tomorrow night; I'll do it for you. I suspect Kathy and Stan are hoping it will go farther than merely stripping. I won't do anything involving sex with either of them. Poker only, no extras, or we don't play. Do you understand?"

"I agree completely," Tan said. "I've got to take another shower before going to Stan's."

"I'll need to take one too," I agreed. "I'll go after you, since you have somewhere to go."

I put on a robe since Kathy was due over any time. Kathy arrived before Tan was out of the shower. She asked if I wanted a glass of wine and I thought liquid courage might help with whatever I needed to do. She opened a bottle of chardonnay and poured us each a glass, then joined me on the deck.

She made sure Tan was still in the shower, then whispered, "Do you know what you have to do yet?"

"No, only where I have to go. The Upper Level Night Club in Rodney Bay. He said I should let him know when I got there and I'd receive further instructions."

Tan got out of the shower and said, "Shower's yours, darling."

"Thanks, Tan. Kathy's here."

"Should I give her tingles, or should I wait until tomorrow night?"

"I think you should wait until tomorrow, Tan. Let the suspense build up a little." I smiled at Kathy.

"You got it. Sorry, Kathy. No tingles for you tonight."

I laughed and Kathy smacked my arm, whispering, "No fair."

Tan came out on the deck dressed about the same as he had for dinner last night, except he had boat shoes on instead of sandals.

"Hello, ladies. Kathy try to keep my wife from getting drunk tonight."

"I make no promises. I'm not in control of her. I take it from your earlier comment you're both planning to play strip poker tomorrow night?"

"Under certain conditions," I said. "Stripping only, no sexual type activities. I'm not ready to declare myself ready for your lifestyle choices."

"We can live with that. By no sexual activities, does that include kissing?"

I looked at Tan. He shrugged. "Kissing what?" I asked, "Boobs, kitties, cocks; what are we kissing?"

"Nothing like that," Kathy said. "Just lips, as kind of a forfeit, though you might be naked at the time."

I didn't know what to say. It sounded somewhat innocent. "Why don't we see what tomorrow brings," I said. "See how things play out. I don't want to agree to something without knowing more."

"I agree," Tan said. "I want to hear the rules for the forfeits and what they're for. I'm not going to kiss Stan, no matter what kind of forfeit it is."

"I understand," Kathy said, smiling. "No boys kissing boys."

"I gotta run," Tan said. "Stan's expecting me to show up on time."

Tan left. We looked at each other and I finished off my wine. "I need to take a shower. Tan and I were playing hard today."

"Is he any good in bed?" Kathy asked. "Enquiring minds want to know."











"For the most part, I've had no complaints. He makes me orgasm frequently. I enjoy sex with him. We had a rough patch where he pounded me so hard I was sore, then almost choked me with his penis, then made me climax without respite for a long time. Like three things in a row that were rough or painful. The last twenty-four hours were much better."

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