CHAPTER EIGHT

 

 

It was still early, so we decided to go back to the room and change for the beach. We haven't been there yet so we thought we make a whole day of it.

 

Maya brought two pairs of bathing suits with her. The one she was wearing now was a white one-piece bathing suit that reveals her stomach and back, as well as her shapely legs. She did her hair into a bun.

 

I was wearing my simple green trunks I've had since high school. It was evident I haven't been outside much since I look like I could pass off as a vampire. While Maya, who has already been blessed with a tan complexion, was looking darker thanks to her outdoor adventures with Anthony.

 

The beach had long rows of wooden beach chairs for the guests to use. We manage to find two empty ones together. Maya walked ahead of me towards the chairs. It was hard not to notice several men eyeing her as she walked passed them. Maya was looking even sexier in a swimsuit. She could be a Sports Illustrated model.

 

We had a great time at the beach without any incident. We swam, we tanned, we talked some more. We even socialized with another couple while we were there. It was a moment I wished lasted forever. We were genuinely a happily married couple enjoying our honeymoon.

 

We were there for almost two hours before we decided to head back to our room. We showered and dressed to go to another one of the restaurants the resort had to offer. We decided to go to one that was located outside. By the time we arrived at the restaurant it was 6:14 pm.

 

Maya was looking amazing as usual dressed to kill. It was a red dress that hugged her body tightly, showing all the curves of her body. She also applied some makeup which only enhanced her beauty. Maya was the type of woman who had natural beauty and certainly did not need the help of makeup. But, like most women, Maya felt it was necessary to make herself more "pretty".

 

Dinner was also pleasant as we ate our delicious meal with a live band playing and a beautiful view of the beach to go with it. Even being with her for so long, it was hard to take my eyes off her. She just looked so beautiful and way out of my league. I couldn't have asked for a better woman to spend the rest of my life with as my wife.

 

As we talked and held hands, I completely forgot about my predicament. My thoughts were only on her. On us. It was how this honeymoon should have been. But reality came crashing back to me when Maya received a text from Anthony.

 

"It's Anthony," she said.

 

Every time I hear his name, I feel like I get punched in the stomach.

 

"What does he want?" I asked, trying to hide the fear in my voice.

 

On cue, Maya received another text.

 

"He's wondering if he could talk to the both of us. Right now."

 

Another lure, I'm sure.

 

"Did he say what about?" I took a huge gulp from my wine glass.

 

"No. I'm guessing about what happened last night."

 

Maya looked back at her phone after the text notification sound went off.

 

"I'm right. He does want to talk about last night."

 

Yeah, I'm sure he does. Right before taking advantage of my wife.

 

I didn't say anything. I left it up to her to decide what to do next.

 

"What are you thinking?"

 

I guess Maya was thinking the same thing.

 

"Uh, not sure. I guess I'm okay if you're okay with it."

 

"No, you promised. You promised you would be honest with me about everything. Tell me what you're thinking now," Maya said seriously.

 

"I'm just thinking about you. I always am. I don't want you to feel like you are forced to do something. Even if it's for my...ya know, benefit."

 

Maya' expression relaxed. She reached out for my hand again, which I gladly accepted.

 

"You know me, babe. I can take care of myself. I may be small, but I can still kick some ass. The only way I can get hurt now is if you get hurt. I just hope you're not lying about how you really feel. So if you don't like this at all, or if you get jealous all of a sudden, you can stop this too."

 

Her words finally struck my heartstrings. I couldn't help but let out a single tear. How could she love me so much? Especially if she ever finds out what I did? The guilt was quickly eating me from the inside out.

 

Maya noticed my single tear so I spoke quickly.

 

"I'm the luckiest man in the world. To have a woman who loves me this much. I don't deserve you."

 

"I feel the same way about you."

 

We both shared a long kiss.

 

"Well, I am curious what he has to say. If you or I don't like anything he has to say, then we'll leave. Okay?"

 

I nodded. If only Anthony could show his true colors to Maya, I'm sure she'll never want to see him again.

 

I paid for the meal, left a big tip, and took Maya' hand as we made our way back to the hotel, towards Anthony’s suite.

 

Maya still had the card key Anthony had given her yesterday. As we got nearer to his suite, my dread grew.

 

Who knows what's in store for tonight. I'm sure Anthony will want to try to sleep with her again, but judging by her mood, I'm gambling she will not comply as easily as last time.

 

When the elevator reaches the floor, the doors opened once again, revealing Anthony’s luxurious suite. Everything looked the same from last night. We took a few steps in until Anthony, once again, came out of nowhere.

 

"Hey, guys, glad you could make it."

 

Anthony didn't seem overly excited to see us. He had on more comfortable summer wear, wearing a white v-neck shirt with matching white pants and sandals to go with it. He was holding two drinks of wine, I assumed, and one drink with the other.

 

"Please, have a seat," he motioned towards the couch in the living room. Maya and I sat down together on one of the couches while Anthony sat down on another. He placed the two glasses of wine in front of us, on the coffee table.

 

"Help yourself, please," he offered.

 

Before Maya could make any kind of response, I intervened.

 

"Thanks, but I think we're good."

 

For a moment, I thought I saw a look of anger on Anthony’s face, but he went back to his charismatic smile and words.

 

"That's fine. It's probably best if we do have clear minds for what I want to talk about"

 

Not heeding his own suggestion, Anthony downed his entire glass of wine before setting down on the coffee table.

 

"Listen, Maya. Robert. I've been doing a lot of thinking about last night. I'm conflicted you see?"

 

Maya and even I were puzzled.

 

"I'm going to be honest with you. I enjoyed last night very much. I've never done anything like that before. I mean, sleeping with a woman who not only is married but in her honeymoon, with her husband watching the whole time!"

 

Anthony looked genuinely excited. He never talked much about his sexual experiences. He would briefly talk about one or two "sluts" from his past.

 

"Yet, I am afraid that I may have ruined a marriage. When I didn't see you two in the room when I came back, I thought I would never see any of you again. As if maybe you two thought you made a mistake. Which is why I tried to reach you both."

 

It amazed me how much of a bullshitter he was. He puts me to shame!"

 

"Anyway, if you two do regret it and came here to tell me it will never happen again, then I'll completely understand. Just let me say one thing: Maya, you are by far the best woman I've ever been with. I've never felt that way with another woman. Err...sexually, I mean."

 

I noticed Maya looked bashful from what he was saying. Was he really getting to her again?!

 

"If last night never happens again, I just want you to know, I'll never regret it and I'll always cherish that memory. And Robert."

 

Hear him saying my name made me jump a little. I did not expect him to speak to me directly.

 

"Thank you so much for an opportunity of a lifetime. I don't know any man who would share a woman like your wife. You're one of a kind."

 

Reading between the lines, I could tell he was insulting me, right in front of Maya. It was degrading, to say the least.

 

Neither, Maya, nor I said anything. I think we were at a loss for words.

 

"Well, that's all I had to say. If you wanted to say something to me. Anything. I'll be happy to listen. If not, thanks for dropping by and I hope you two enjoy the rest of your honeymoon."

 

Maya looked at me to say something. My mouth was open but I still had no idea what to say. Maya took the opportunity to speak up.

 

"Robert and I did talk about it. And...we also don't regret what happened last night." She looked at me for reassurance, to which I just smiled.

 

"Really? Wow. That's such a relief! I'm glad you both feel that way." Anthony responded.

 

"Us too," Maya chuckled.

 

"Well, hey, listen, like I said," Anthony continued. "I'll cherish last night for as long as I live. Thank you both for stopping by listening what I had to say."

 

Anthony stood up, preparing for us to leave.

 

Thick cocky, evil bastard. I knew he knew we were not going to leave. His personality was winning Maya more and more.

 

Maya and I remained seated. She looked at me to study my expression before turning her attention back to Anthony.

 

"Would you...like some company?" Maya asked him, hesitantly.

 

I knew she felt awkward for saying something like that. This is a whole new situation for her. For us. She had no idea how to go about it.

 

"Really? Are you sure?" Anthony asked, looking like a kid on Christmas morning.

 

"I mean, we can see where this goes. We both don't have any objections. We just have some ground rules if we do-"

 

"Let me stop you right there, Maya," Anthony interrupted, extending his hand out.

 

Maya was taken aback. So was I.

 

"I know exactly what you're going to say. I know that you have the final say in all of this. That goes without saying. Robert and I are obviously more than okay with this. But in the end, your say is just as important, if not more."

 

"You're right," Maya was surprised.

 

"I also know you two are in love with each other. Hence why you two decided to get married. I will not do anything without your permission that could jeopardize your marriage and relationship while we're here. You have my word."

 

Maya looked more surprised. But I was skeptical. What's he trying to pull?

 

"And I think the last thing you want to say is that we must all be honest with each other. I couldn't agree more. I'll be honest with you until we part ways from the resort."

 

Maya was speechless. He literally took the words out of her mouth. How did he know all of that?

 

"Wow, Anthony, everything you said is right."

 

I notice Maya starting staring at Anthony like a teenage girl looking at her crush. It was a weird feeling for me.

 

"Excellent! I'm not sure if you had anything planned for tonight, but I was going to relax in my hot tub. Care to join me?"

 

While Maya may have blushed at his offer, I was looking sickly.

 

Oh, God. What could he possibly want to do in his hot tub?

 

"We didn't bring any bathing suits though," Maya mentioned.

 

Anthony laughed.

 

"I guess our underwear will have to do." He suggested.

 

My heart was beating just as fast as it did last night. Anthony walked over to us. Well, over to Maya, sticking his hand out, inviting her to take his hand.

 

"Do you mind?" Anthony asked me, without taking his eyes off Maya' eyes.

 

"N-no...," I said. I think Maya was already under his spell, she didn't notice the hesitance in my voice.

 

She took his hand, Anthony helping her up, taking her by his side as they walked to, I assume, where the hot tub was.

 

We were led to the balcony outside. It was big enough to fit a hot tub and a small pool. It may have been summer but the night time here on the island was cool and windy.

 

"It should be ready by now," Anthony said, dipping his hand into the hot tub. After which, he started taking off his shirt and pants, leaving only his briefs on. With his briefs, the outline of his cock was visible. And it wasn't even hard. Add that with a masculine body and good looks, I can see why he had no trouble attracting women. So why did he have to go after mine?

 

Anthony hopped into the hot tub, making himself comfortable on one side.

 

"You guys coming in?" Anthony said, spreading his arms on the edge of the tub.

 

I was very reluctant to go in, of course. Maya looked more nervous. I think Anthony noticed this, prompting him to say his next words.

 

"Hey, Rob? Why don't you help your wife out?"

 

It surprised me a little to hear him sounding dominant with Maya around. I thought it would offend her. Instead, she looked at me to see how I would react.

 

If only she knew how much I wanted to take her away from here and never see him again. That I don't want to disrobe my wife in front of an evil asshole on our honeymoon.

 

When Maya was looking at me, I glanced back at Anthony looking at me with the smug look I've gotten used to. His face read, "You know you have to because you have no choice."

 

I grabbed her by the shoulders for comfort.

 

"Are you okay with this?" I asked her one last time.

 

She took a deep breath and nodded. Maya looked nervously excited.

 

Slowly, I reached for the knot around her neck that helped hold her top. Maya had to move her long raven hair to the side for me to get access to the knot.

 

It took only seconds to undo. The flaps fell down, revealing the bra she had on. I was thankful she had that on at least, covering her most intimate parts. Not like that won't be going too, soon.

 

Maya slowly brought her dress down, passing through her big hips, until it fell down to her ankles. She stepped over her dress, wearing nothing but matching bra and underwear along with her sandals.

 

"Mmm, you are breath-taking. You have an amazing body. Doesn't she, Robert?"

 

"Yes, she does."

 

It's true. She looked incredible. Even more so with just a bra and underwear. Every time I see her like this, it's like I'm seeing it for the first time. It used to make me especially happy to know I would be the only man in her life to see her like this. That is until Anthony came into my life.

 

"Do you plan on coming in too, Robert?" Anthony asked.

 

I guess it was a little weird to be the only one now more clothed. Without answering, I took off my shirt and my sandals. I didn't want to take off my pants but I knew it would be awkward for me if I went in with them. So I took them off as well, wearing only my plaid Hanes Boxers.

 

"You two look cute together." I could tell Anthony was mocking me. "Well, come on in. The water is great."

 

Maya held onto my hand as she slowly entered in the hot tub one foot at a time. When she got in, she sat down on the opposite of where Anthony was sitting. I followed her close behind, trying to get used to the hot temperature of the water. I sat down next to her, trying to be comfortable. They say the hot tub is supposed to make you relax. For me it was almost impossible, knowing what was about to happen soon.

 

"How does that feel?" Anthony asked. I knew the question was towards her and not me.

 

"It feels really good," Maya admitted. She swayed her legs and arms, letting the hot water relax her body.

 

"You know what'll make it better?" Anthony said, before reaching for a bottle and glasses, set on a flat surface of the hot tub near him. I hadn't noticed the bottle there.

 

"Expensive bourbon. Courtesy of Kentucky's finest!" Anthony poured the drink in all three glasses before handing them to us, before we could reject or accept the offer. Neither of us said anything. I think we were hoping the other would say something.

 

Anthony raised his glass of bourbon.

 

"To meeting new friends and going on new adventures!" Anthony toasted.

 

We both did the same, then drank. Maya only took a few sips. I chugged all of mine hoping to dull the stress I was feeling. The drink was strong and had a sharp taste to it. It burned my throat and chest as it went down. But it soon felt warm as the drink went through my system. The warmth felt like it was going through my entire body. It finally did the trick to loosen me up a bit, with the help of the hot tub.

 

Maya made a face from the sips but, like me, she was probably feeling the same warmth going through her system.

 

"That's delicious! What is this?" She asked him. She likes to call herself an aficionado of liquor, but I'd say she's just a drunk.

 

"One of the oldest bourbon to be made from Kentucky. A good friend of mine gave it to me. I usually bring a bottle like this with me on vacation."

 

Maya kept sipping her drink until it was empty. Anthony offered her, and me, more bourbon, to which she and I accepted. The more I drank, the more edge it took off.

 

We each drank the same amount after emptying our glasses. By the 4th drink, Maya and I were pretty tipsy. The potency of the bourbon was strong. If it hadn't tasted so damn good and relieved my tension, I would've stopped at one drink.

 

But after my 4th glass, I was feeling even more relaxed and worry-free. I couldn't help but smile and giggle as I saw Maya drunker than I was. She had a hard time keeping her head straight up. A big smile was plastered on her face. For someone who enjoys drinking, she sure is a lightweight.

 

I looked over at Anthony to see he looked just as he did before we started drinking. He didn't look remotely buzzed. He's just sat there drinking his drink while watching us act stupidly.

 

Anthony peered over to his pool.

 

"Hey, why don't we hop on over to the pool and cool ourselves down. Shall we?"

 

It was hard enough for me to coordinate myself getting out of the tub, but Maya was in a worse state than I was that I had to help her get out too!

 

I managed to get out fine but the second I put one foot on the ground, I felt Maya stumbling and falling on top of me.

 

Miraculously, I was able to catch her just fine. For a second, I was upset that she almost hurt herself and me, but hearing her laugh from it made me laugh too.

 

Afterwards, we made our way to the pool. Stepping into the cool water sobered me up just a little. I think the same happened to Maya.

 

We both got in slowly in the shallow end, resting our back and arms on the edge of the pool. Anthony followed us, sitting on the opposite side of the pool. The pool wasn't big so the distance between him and us was like 10 feet.

 

Maya returned to feeling comfortable in my arms. The cold water did feel better after spending some time in the hot tub. It was quiet for a little bit until the evening took an interesting turn.

 

"You know, I just had an idea," Anthony said. We both brought our attention to him. I still didn't like him, yet I was too relaxed to feel any kind of hostility. "Since Robert saw us together last night, perhaps you two can put on a performance for me? What do you say?"

 

"Here? In your pool?" Maya asked.

 

Maya looked over at me. Thanks to the expensive booze, I was looking calm instead of freaking out.

 

"I think that's fair. What do you say, babe?" Maya asked.

 

I looked at her, trying to concentrate. The last thing I wanted was to oblige anything Anthony suggested. But the thought of having sex with my own wife in front of him. In my drunken state, that sounded like a good idea for revenge.

 

"I'm game if you are," I told her.

 

Without further ado, Maya planted a kiss on my lips. I embraced her as I returned her kiss. I was looking forward to giving Anthony a taste of his own medicine. And it won't be just sex. It'll be making love.

 

As we continued kissing, adding more passion, Maya reached behind her to undo her bra. When I felt her bra had become undone and tossed it, I grabbed her breasts with both hands. She moaned in my mouth when she felt me touch her. As I played with them, giving them light squeezes, Maya kissed me harder, trying to bury her tongue deep in my mouth.

 

I moved my hands on her back. I love the way her back feels when it's completely bare. I love how her back looks, showing just the right amount of muscles with that spinal dent to go with it.

 

My hands made its way to her ass. Her ass felt amazing as always as I gave it a firm squeeze. I pulled down her panties down so that her ass was showing, knowing full well Anthony was getting a perfect view. I wonder what was on his mind now?

 

Her own hands roamed from my hair to my shoulders as I explored her body with mines. I tried pulling on her panties some more so I could get them off but with her legs wrapped around my waist, it was impossible.

 

Maya got the hint and straightened herself out, stepping back from me for room. She kept her eyes on me as she reached down to slip off her panties.

 

She looked back at Anthony before tossing it to him. He caught it with ease and held onto it. Anthony looked like he was having a good time. Not sure if I should be relieved or worried.

 

Maya' face popped into my view again, reminding me I was about to have sex with my beautiful wife in front of my evil boss. She planted a few more kisses before pulling down my boxers. Thanks to the expensive liquor I was relaxed, not feeling scared or even ashamed to get naked in his pool with my now equally naked wife, and my half-naked boss, Anthony.

 

When it was completely off, Maya brought it up from the water and tossed it outside of the pool. Maya and I were now naked together, about to have sex for a second time in front my boss who's been tormenting me ever since he found out about Maya. I don't know why, but I started getting excited. I started to see why Anthony could get excited by this.

 

Then, it all came crashing down.

 

I was so drunk and in the heat of the moment, I didn't even realize what had happened until Maya went to grab my dick.

 

It was completely soft.

 

Normally, I would be freaking out had I been sober. But thanks to a few drinks from the old bourbon, I thought it was funny. So did Maya.

 

"C'mon, babe. You have to work with me here." She teased.

 

Maya kept stroking me, trying to get it hard, but it was no use. I even grabbed her some more, trying to explore every inch of her body with my hands. That didn't help either.

 

Next, I closed my eyes and replayed last night when Anthony and Maya had sex. Again, I was so drunk, it was even difficult to concentrate on imagining anything.

 

Maya kissed me some more, working harder to get me hard.

 

"What the fuck, Robert?" Maya said, after tiring from her attempts to arouse me.

 

"What's wrong?" Anthony asked from behind.

 

"Nothing...I don't...know...what...I can't...get...," I stammered.

 

"Oh, I see," Anthony said. "Sounds like you are the victim of one of man's greatest ailments after having one too many spirits: whiskey dick," Anthony said smugly, taking another sip of the bourbon. "Sorry, Robert. Had I known, I would not have given you so much.

 

Maya looked like a kid who was told she couldn't get the toy she wanted at the toy store. I felt horrible. I had the perfect opportunity to have sex with my wife again. I thought I was feeling more than ready. I just wish my body felt the same way. Then I started feeling a different kind of horrible.

 

I had no choice but to shove Maya off of me in order to lean over the edge of the pool to throw up.

 

"Ugh! Really, babe!? You have to be fucking kidding me!" I heard Maya yell in disgust.

 

"Damn. Hey Robert, there's a bathroom to your left as soon as you go back inside. You can wash up there. Don't worry about the mess, I'll have room service clean it up later." Anthony informed me.

 

Without looking at either of them, I put my hand to my mouth, to stop myself from vomiting anymore, and headed towards the direction of the bathroom.

 

I managed to hold my puke until I reached the bathroom. I dropped to my knees, hugging the toilet as I threw up some more in the toilet. It felt a little relief as the bile left my body. I was planning to get myself comfortable, not sure if I had any more to throw up. As I rested my head on the rim of the toilet, my eyes shot wide open, remembering I had just left Maya alone with Anthony in the pool.

 

I picked myself up, holding onto anything within arms reach, and made my way back to the pool.

 

Even after vomiting, I was still drunk. I thought I was lost when I couldn't find the way back. Eventually, I found my way back, only to stop when I was about to go outside.

 

I stopped right before I was about to open the glass door. Through the glass door, I can see Maya and Anthony sitting close to each inside the pool. Very close.

 

I rubbed and squinted my eyes to make sure if I was seeing correctly. But even in my drunken state, it was clear to me what they were doing. Maya' back was to Anthony. From my view, I saw them from their left side. It looked as if Anthony was giving her a massage. He might've been whispering sweet nothings to her. I wasn't able to see her face, but she looked very relaxed as Anthony worked on her shoulders. Her head would go from side to side as he worked on her. Even from this distance, his hands were big compared to her small shoulders.

 

I just stood there, watching. I braced myself with one hand to help me stand still in my inebriated state.

 

He leaned his head in, planting one small kiss on her neck. Maya didn't flinch. When Anthony noticed she didn't resist, he planted more kisses on her neck. His hands continued massaging her shoulders and arms.

 

It felt like a dream. I kept having to adjust my eyes to make sure what I was seeing was real. I know I've seen this before, but it feels different this time. I found myself hiding while I spied on my wife and Anthony having fun in his pool.

 

It was wrong on so many levels. On the one hand, I knew I shouldn't be watching this. I wasn't sure if I was allowed to watch this time around. But yet I couldn't look away. I knew it couldn't stop it either. Really, what were my options?

 

Try to be a "hero" and rescue my wife from Anthony’s clutches? Any person could see she was not in any kind of trouble or duress. Plus Anthony would most likely kick my ass for interrupting his intimate moment with Maya.

 

What am I talking about? That's my wife! I have to stop this!

 

No, you're not. You know you're not going to do a damn thing.

 

I have to.

 

Then do it. Stop them.

 

I didn't move. I wanted to. But I just couldn't. Instead, I kept watching them. Anthony’s kisses on her neck were longer. He moved his hands from her shoulders to her chest. He squeezed her magnificent breasts hard. It looked like it should've hurt her, but that wasn't her reaction. I could hear her moaning all the way from my position.

 

She leaned her head back, resting on his left shoulder. Anthony planted more kisses on her neck and shoulder, never easing up his treatment on her boobs.

 

You can't, can you?

 

No. I can't.

 

Why not?

 

I don't know.

 

Yes, you do.

 

Anthony’s right hand let go of Maya and disappeared into the water between her legs. The second he did that, Maya moaned even louder. She quickly grabbed the back of his head with her left hand, while letting her other hand go to where Anthony’s hand was underwater. It took me longer than usual, in my drunken stupor, to realize he was playing with her pussy.

 

I've played with her like that with my own hands, so I knew what was coming next. Maya turned her head to face Anthony, which made him stop his kisses on her neck, and kissed him fully on the lips.

 

It looked exactly like what I saw last night. Instead of the king-size bed, they were in a pool. I mean, the passion I was looking at now was the same passion I saw last night. It's incredible. I never thought I would have an interest in voyeurism. I don't know if it was the booze, but I was getting more turned on than I did last night.

 

I looked down to see my erection. It brought shame and excitement to me at the same time. I looked back to see Maya turn around so that she was facing Anthony. They both continued kissing passionately, with her arms around his neck, mashing her chest onto his. Anthony held her by her small waist. Without stopping her, Anthony moved their bodies so that now his muscular back was to me, sitting down on one of the seats embedded in the pool.

 

Anthony dunk both his arms underwater picking her body up quite a bit. I could see she brought her legs ups, using the seat Anthony was sitting on, to rest her feet. Anthony waited for her to get situated before slowly bringing her back down. On the way down, I saw Maya instantly stop kissing Anthony. She had her eyes shut tightly, with her mouth wide open, moaning loudly.

 

I knew what happened.

 

Maya rested her head on Anthony’s, clutching onto his back tightly, enduring the penetration from his cock.

 

When she stopped sinking into him, they held that position for a moment before Maya started bobbing up and down on Anthony, slowly.

 

Anthony spread his arms wide, resting them on the edge of the pool. That's how I knew Maya was doing all the work, fucking herself with his pole.

 

There was just something erotic watching my own beautiful wife having sex with another man. Is it because I'm drunk that I'm feeling this way? But I wasn't drunk last night. Why did I find this so hot to watch?

 

Like an itch I had to scratch, I reached for my own cock. For some reason, I stroked myself to the same speed Maya was fucking Anthony.

 

Why couldn't I get hard earlier when I was in the pool? Why can I only get an erection when I imagine or see Maya with Anthony? It's not fair. Maya will probably think I don't find her attractive or love her. I shoveled those fears under a rug to concentrate my masturbation as I watched my boss and Maya together for the second time in my honeymoon.

 

I guess it has to be the surrealism of it all. I never thought something like this would happen to me. Maybe that's why it's so appealing. I would've preferred to go through something else that didn't require watching my wife with another man, but I digress.

 

I picked up my stroke as Maya' picked up hers on Anthony. Anthony was still relaxed as he laid back comfortably while another man's wife was riding him. I couldn't see his face but I can imagine it was a look of satisfaction. Satisfaction from what Maya was giving him and satisfaction what he was taking from me. I remembered him saying how his orgasm was stronger knowing I was there watching him. Does he know I'm here spying on them? In the end, it doesn't matter, I guess. He's still having another memorable moment in my honeymoon.

 

Maya reached a point of moderate speed when she reached her first orgasm. She did look beautiful as she worked on her climax, looking at Anthony the entire time. Her moans were loud, panting for air as her climax died down. Anthony took this opportunity to plant a soft kiss on her lips, to which she gladly returned.

 

Maya started her bobbing motion again, but Anthony stopped her by the shoulders. He then grabbed her by the waist, carefully hoisting her body off of him. She gasped a little when she got off him.

 

He stood up and told her to turn around so that her back was facing him. Maya did so willingly. Her naked, wet front shone majestically thanks to the moon. She was amazing to look at. Anthony, using his strong hand on her right shoulder, pushed her to lean forward. She did so, looking surprised when Anthony slightly forced her. Her look of surprise changed to satisfaction, probably realizing what he had planned next.

 

An equally, if not more, amazing individual, Anthony was, as the same moon shone off his own wet body behind Maya. It made sense that a man like Anthony would be with a woman like Maya.

 

Maya braced herself, holding onto the edge of the pool. In their new position, I could see Anthony’s upper body. Blocking his lower half was Maya' naked body. He looked down at her ass, massaging it and giving it a couple of hard slaps. During those slaps, Maya would pop her head up in shock. I could see she still looked drunk.

 

While Anthony was playing with her ass, he looked up and stared straight at me. So he did know I was watching. Sure enough, he had that smug look on his face. I didn't try to hide. Hell, I didn't even stop masturbating. I was too drunk to care.

 

My mind was occupied with what I was seeing: the exceptional alpha male fucking his prized female. My wife.

 

Without taking his eyes off me, Anthony aimed his cock towards my wife's hole and entered her. Maya' head shot up, mouth wide open, barely making a sound. The muscles in her arms were bulging as she held onto the edge.

 

Anthony gripped her hips as he slowly sank his member into my wife. He stared at me with evil satisfaction before fucking her again at a slow pace. His attention went back to her as he picked up his speed, making loud splashes from the water. Maya made loud moans again. I hope, since we were in a suite, no one will be able to hear Maya' cries of pleasure. Then again, they were outside on the patio.

 

I focused my attention on my hot wife and how she looked as she was being taken by another man. I knew it was wrong but I couldn't help it. It sent me to a whole new level of pleasure. It was better than any magazine or porn website I've been on. This was different. This was real.

 

I don't remember if I came or not. Because the next thing I knew, while Anthony was still hammering away into Maya, I blacked out.

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