CHAPTER FOUR

 

 

Anthony called for a car service to take all of us there. I waited behind the two couples, who were standing side by side, in front of the restaurant when the car arrived.

 

It was an SUV so all of us were able to get in. Glen and Jasmine sat in the back seat, with Anthony and Maya in the row in front of them. I sat in the passenger seat next to the driver.

 

The driver spoke broken English as he tried to start a conversation with me. I hardly paid attention as I tried listening what was happening behind me. All I heard was giggling and kissing.

 

I took quick glances from behind to see what was going on. Every time I did I saw Anthony and Maya pawing at each other while kissing. My emotions were still mixed.

 

I was happy to see Maya was having a great time but I hated how it had to be with Anthony. I hope this day ends soon so I can tell Maya how I feel.

 

When we got to the club, Anthony paid the driver a generous tip.

 

The club was how Jasmine described it. It had a calm yet lively atmosphere. The band played a mixture of their native music as well as hits from today. It makes sense since the crowd consisted of both natives and tourists.

 

I walked behind both couples, who were walking hand-in-hand, as we ventured through the club.

 

Anthony spoke to someone, whom I assume worked at the club, for a table we can sit. I saw him slip the club employee some bills before leading us to an empty table, located near the dance floor.

 

We sat down long enough until a waitress stopped by to take our orders. Anthony ordered for both him and Maya while Glen did the same with Jasmine. I got a rum and coke.

 

The booth was round-shaped with leather seating. It was big enough to hold all of us. It was obvious by how close they were sitting who the couples were. I sat on the end.

 

After the drinks came, they conversed some more, enjoying the company and atmosphere of the club. Still, no one paid any attention to me. They had a great enough time taking to one another. I imagine me in Anthony's place, wondering if I could hold down a conversation like he can. I think I can. Especially with the right company. I hope I could do the same with Maya one day.

 

We each had three rounds before the four of them decided to dance. They all happily headed towards the dancefloor. Anthony told me to order them another round before he took Maya by the hand, leading her out onto the dance floor.

 

I sat there alone as I watched the two couples dance. When the band played slower music, everyone on the dance floor danced slowly and closely.

 

Maya placed her hands on his shoulders as he had his on her hips. They danced very close to each other with their bodies pressed together.

 

As the night went on, they got closer and friskier with one another. I don't think anyone around them cared since most were doing the same with their own partner on the dancefloor.

 

It did excite me to see the two of them together like that. I had to make myself forget it was Anthony who was the other guy.

 

My mind drifted to our future. I imagined how it would be like to see her with other men. Other men who are not blackmailing me into tricking my wife into sleeping with them. It made me more excited. I never thought in a million years I would be the kind of guy who is willing to share his wife with other men. Now I'm thinking of all the opportunities for us.

 

It was close to midnight before they decided to call it a night. Anthony, again, called for a car service. As we waited outside the club, each couple were shamelessly making out, hands exploring the other's body. I stood a good distance away to avoid any awkwardness.

 

People did notice them but did not respond in any negative way. Instead, they looked like they were amused. Some of them even hollered and cheered them on.

 

Anthony and Glen seemed to notice the crowd which only egged them on. Anthony even exchanged thumbs up with some of them.

 

Anyone with eyes can see that the two girls were hot and ready. When Anthony stopped kissing Maya for air, she went to kiss his neck, which Anthony had to bend down as Maya was on her toes to reach him.

 

When the car finally came, we all quickly hopped in. It was the same driver from before who drove us back to the resort. This time no one made any attempt to be quiet as they made out some more. The kissing and moaning were loud. The driver only chuckled as he drove. He looked at me with a smile and said in broken English, "Crazy love, ya?"

 

I just nodded with a weak smile.

 

"You maddied?" He asked.

 

I shook my head slightly.

 

"Ah, it's okay. You," he pointed at me, "young. Whole life ahead, ya?" he assured me.

 

I nodded again but with a bigger smile. Seems like this driver whose name I don't know is the only one on my side.

 

When we reached the resort Anthony and Glen had to break themselves away from their women to exchange last words before parting ways. The girls even hugged and exclaimed how they had a great time today. Both men kissed the other man's wife on the cheek after a brief hug before saying goodbye.

 

I stood nearby as they said goodbye to one another. I'm not sure I would ever see them again. It made me a little jealous to know that Glen and Jasmine had a great time during their own honeymoon with another couple. They will undoubtedly tell their family and friends for years the part where they met another great couple during their honeymoon, never realizing the bizarre situation we were in.

 

I followed Anthony and Maya in silence as we made our way to their suite. They walked with their hands on the other's waist. Maya still hasn't made any attempt to look at me or say anything. It was driving me nuts. At this point I will take her talking shit about me to Anthony. I hated how I had to wait until this day was over just to talk to her.

 

When the elevator doors opened to the suite, Anthony hoisted Maya up to which she yelped in surprise. He carried her easily on both arms as he walked towards the bedroom.

 

I was about to stop and make myself comfortable in his living room until Anthony stopped and turned around to face me, still holding onto Maya. She was kissing his neck as she held onto him

 

"You may take the guest room for tonight afterwards," he said before continuing on to the bedroom.

 

I didn't have to ask what he meant by that.

 

I made myself comfortable, sitting down on the same chair from the first night I saw them together. More or less this night was the same as that night. Only this time, I couldn't deny the fact that I was excited to see her again in action. It would've been sweeter had it been with anyone else other than Anthony.

 

I also noticed I couldn't help but feel disappointment when I realized Anthony nor Maya illuminated the room like they did last time.

 

I don't know if they forgot or didn't even bother to leave the light on for me.

 

There was very little light coming from outside the room that only reached the foot of the bed.

 

I didn't know if it would be wrong of me to turn the light on or even set it on dim.

 

I barely saw movement in the darkness as I assumed Maya and Anthony were embracing each other. I heard the undeniable sounds of kissing.

 

I decided it wasn't a good idea to risk disturbing them. I figure if they really wanted me to watch them they would've suggested for me to turn the lights on.

 

With no clear view of what they're doing, I decided to use my imagination to paint a picture.

 

The sound of their lips smacking together finally stopped. It sounded like they were moving around or wrestling in the bed. After a few seconds of this I saw something fly across the room. It landed on part of the floor that was lit from the light coming from outside. It was Anthony's shorts.

 

Maya' bare feet came into view as she scooted down to the foot of the bed. I couldn't tell what was going on but I could hear Anthony moaning.

 

"Mmm, that's it baby. Just like that. Oh, yeah," Anthony moaned.

 

From that I knew Maya was blowing him again. She responded back by moaning herself. I listened carefully to hear the faint slurping she made as she sucked him.

 

There was no denying the loud gagging noises she made as she tried to take all of him in her mouth.

 

I realized I have never seen her give Anthony a blowjob in person. It surprised me that I felt a little disappointed. Is this really the kind of person I am? Hoping for a chance to see my wife go down on another man?

 

Yes. Yes I am. God help me, this is all very exciting for me.

 

Maya spent considerable amount of time going down on Anthony. Her moans and sucking got louder. I envisioned her worshipping that cock as she sucked it with ferocity, trying to take all of it in. I knew how big Anthony was so it wouldn't be easy.

 

"You like that, baby? Feeling your wife's mouth around your big cock?" Maya said.

 

I think my heart skipped a beat. I didn't expect her to say that. It scared me to hear her say that. But fuck if that didn't make me hornier.

 

"Oh, I do Mrs. McCarthy. It's one of the many reasons why I married you," Anthony responded in the dark. "Mmm, I love the way you do that with my balls," he continued.

 

I found myself annoyed that I couldn't see them. It made me more annoyed at myself thinking that way. I also realized that any reluctance I had about accepting this revelation about myself was slowly deteriorating. And I didn't care.

 

I hated that Anthony was the one to reveal this new part of myself but I had to thank him for it. Not that I ever would but it's because of him I am able to get some kind of satisfaction seeing Maya in a whole new light.

 

I lost track how long Maya was giving him head during deep in thought. Eventually, I head the return of rustling from what I assumed was changing positions. Her feet retreated back into darkness.

 

I heard Maya giggling during their tussle followed by more sounds of kissing. A second later I saw something else flying across the room. I saw it in the light in time before it landed somewhere in the dark. It was Maya' bra.

 

The sound of kissing turned to sucking from what I assumed was Anthony sucking on her breasts.

 

"You can bite a little harder," Maya faintly said. The room was relatively quiet which made it easier for me to hear what Maya had said. Not a second later did she let out a groan.

 

I knew Maya enjoyed being a little rough every once in a while. Especially if she's really horny. Sometimes when she would go down on me, she would tell me to hold onto her head and force it down on me or facefuck her. I would try it out at first but eventually I would lose interest. I guess I never did understand the appeal. I hated even watching porn where it involved excessive dirty talk and sloppy sex. Just wasn't for me.

 

"Lie back down," I heard Maya say. There was a moment of what I thought bodies re-adjusting as Anthony laid back down.

 

I listened for anything to help me know what Maya was about to do next. Instead I heard Anthony moaned once again.

 

"You like that, baby?" Maya asked.

 

"Hell yeah, babe," Anthony responded. There was another moment of silence before Maya spoke again.

 

"Have you ever been titty-fucked before?"

 

Anthony laughed before answering.

 

"Uh, I think you are the one being titty-fucked, sweetheart," Anthony corrected her.

 

They both laughed this time.

 

"Shut up! You know what I mean!"

 

"I do, but technically even this is not considered titty-fucking. Here. You lay down on your back."

 

More rustling from bodies re-arranging.

 

"I'm going to get right between...there we go. Now, squeeze your tits together," Anthony said in the dark, followed by a second of silence as Maya complied.

 

"Now this is proper titty-fucking," Anthony said.

 

I imagined Anthony sitting over Maya as she laid down pressing her perfect globes together for him as he places his cock right between them. Just the thought of it kept my excitement going. Especially seeing him rocking back forth as he uses her tits to stroke his cock.

 

"Spit on your tits for me, baby," Anthony requested.

 

I heard Maya giving a quick spit to accommodate his stroking.

 

I heard Anthony pant as he worked on Maya.

 

"Go faster," Maya requested. Anthony's breathing got faster.

 

"Stick your tongue out for me, baby," Anthony said. "Yeah, just like that."

 

I imagined now Maya tilting her head down a little to reach the head of his cock with her tongue.

 

"Fuck me, that's amazing," Anthony commmented.

 

This went on for a bit until I heard them moving around again.

 

A second after they stopped moving, Maya moan out loud.

 

"Oh, yeah, baby, just like that."

 

Maya cried out in pleasure as I vaguely heard some kind of repeated motion. It was hard to tell what it is exactly what they were doing.

 

Slap!

 

Maya groaned out loud.

 

"Harder," She said breathlessly.

 

SLAP!

 

"Oh, fuck yeah!" She cried.

 

My imagination became clearer as I pictured Anthony fucking her doggy-style.

 

"That's it, baby. Work for it. Keep fucking yourself with my cock," Anthony commanded.

 

My imagination changed slightly. Anthony was completely still as Maya rocked her hips back and forth as she impaled herself on Anthony's member.

 

I couldn't help but also picture Anthony's impressive physique as he had his hands on his hips, looking down at Maya' ass doing all the work.

 

SLAP! SLAP!

 

"Ugh! Fuck!" Maya cried out loud.

 

I never knew Maya liked it this rough. She always encouraged me to be a little rough with her but I was afraid of crossing the line of how much to inflict. I didn't want to hurt her. It seems it was never an issue, as Anthony took liberty with her ass.

 

Anthony never stopped slapping her ass. Each time Maya would cry out in pleasure. I can imagine how red her ass must look after slapping her so many times and hard!

 

Then, I heard the obvious sound of pelvis smacking ass repeatedly as Anthony took control, I assumed.

 

Anthony was going at a fast pace as he pounded into her. It seem like he would go on forever before he slowed down. Maya enjoyed every minute of it.

 

"Hijo de puta!" Maya yelled in Spanish. The only time she would be vocal in spanish is if she's very emotional. With me, it would mostly be out of anger, hurling insults at me in Spanish. I guess for this occasion, Maya at the other end of the spectrum as she experienced pleasure I have never given her.

 

"Asi es! Folla me! Folla me!"

 

"That's right, baby! Tell me what you want!" Anthony said, never breaking his stride.

 

"Follame con tu polla grande!" Maya cried out.

 

Being with Maya this long, I managed to learn some Spanish. Not a lot but enough to barely get by. I knew she said something along the lines of "fuck me," and "your...big." See? Enough to barely get by.

 

"You really do like it rough, don't you?" Anthony asked.

 

Maya let out a sharp yelp.

 

"Does that feel good when I pull your hair like this?"

 

"Si, papi!" Maya exclaimed.

 

I now pictured Anthony pulling her hard as he continued pounding into her.

 

SLAP! SLAP!

 

Maya cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, I'm sure.

 

It was hard to tell the different positions they were in in the dark as they continued to have sex. I had to keep using my imagination to picture how they were based on sound.

 

It was at this time I had my dick out stroking to them yet again. I was in the dark too so I wasn't afraid of them catching me. Although something tells me they wouldn't have cared.

 

After a while I realized I had closed my eyes to imagine them better. I'm not sure when I did this but for some reason it helped with picturing their bodies entwined.

 

I couldn't believe how easy it was to picture them perfectly having sex. I couldn't replace Anthony with myself. It was easier to see him rather than me with Maya.

 

My thoughts were interrupted when I heard Anthony say, "I'm about the cum!"

 

"Oh my God, me too!" Maya responded.

 

I increased my own stroke to catch up with them.

 

I heard the smacking motion increase as Anthony fucked her harder, making Maya cry louder.

 

"Oh, yeah, baby fuck, here it comes!" Anthony groaned.

 

"Oh fuck me, don't stop fucking me! Oh my, God!"

 

He gave a final few hard taps before he stopped, followed by loud groan coming from him. I didnt hear Maya for a moment before she let out one last, loud cry of pleasure as she came with Anthony.

 

As Anthony was spurting his load again into my legally ex-wife, I was spurting mine all over my left hand.

 

Maya and Anthony were both breathing heavily as they were coming down from their climax.

 

It amazed me how sexually compatible they were. Climaxing at the same time was evidence of that. It definitely put me in my place as I too climaxed with them but as an observer.

 

I heard them move again in the darkness. Slower this time. I heard Maya giggle again before I heard them kissing again.

 

I didn't have anything to wipe myself so I quickly walked out of the room hoping they wouldn't notice and stop me. They didn’t, so I went to the other restroom where they had shower sex earlier to find a towel to wipe myself with.

 

As I cleaned myself using the towel and water from the sink, I started rethinking about this whole situation. Maybe it was because my lust was satiated, but I started thinking all the bad things I feared that might happen next.

 

I started picturing Maya confessing she didn't love me anymore and wanted to be with Anthony. Remember what Anthony had said before, she didn't have any interest in being with Maya, so he would end up breaking her heart. Then he would probably tell her what he and I did to her, making her believe she wanted this thanks to the drugs we gave her.

 

My mind was racing with all the worst-case scenarios. My heart was beating so fast I had to force myself to calm down. I splashed cold water on my face, helping a little with my frantic state. I took a few deep breaths before I inevitably walked out of the bathroom.

 

I was going to head to the guest room to sleep, but curiosity got the best of me. I slowly tiptoed back to the master bedroom. Thanks to the marbled floor I barely made any sound.

 

I stopped at the corner that was right before entering their room and listened for any kind of noise.

 

I waited for a few minutes before I was confident I didn't hear anything. I slowly poked my head out far enough to peek inside the bedroom. It was still dark with very little light.

 

I assumed they were both still in bed. But they weren't moving. I then noticed what little light was able to reach in the room showed feet underneath the blankets. They weren't moving.

 

Again, I had to use my imagination to help me picture what I should be seeing. Anthony was right behind Maya, his arms around her as they slept in the middle of the king-size bed under the sheets. They were both still naked. Probably tired from the sex. Or should I say after a long day of their honeymoon.

 

I decided I've had enough and walked back to the guest room. Those fears came back tenfold. I didn't want to go to sleep. Because I knew that the next time I wake up, I will be in a world of hurt.

 

Yet, as I curled into bed, alone, underneath the sheets, I revisited some thoughts.

 

I guess I really am a cuckold. There is no denying it. Eddie was right. I had this secret desire for God knows how long. I was too in denial about my fetish. I said it before and I'll say it again, I have Anthony to thank for revealing the truth about myself.

 

I still hate what Anthony was putting me through. He is a vindictive asshole who has some kind of alpha complex and using me as his latest victim for his sick mind games. I'm not sure if he wanted me to feel this way as a result. Something tells me he would rather I enjoy nothing through this ordeal.

 

Then there's Maya. What do I say after what happened today? Will she finally listen to me? Will she continue doing this for me when we go back home?

 

As much as I didn't want to sleep, lying in bed made realize how physically tired I was. It has been a long day. The last thought I had was how the next day will probably be an even longer one.

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