Seeing June weeping on the bed forced Dan to stop for a moment. He was mad – mad at Ray and mad at June, but he’d given June too many ambiguous signals, so was it his fault? She’d fallen asleep, but it was late and he’d gone out. Dan retreated and met Bob coming out of the shower.
“What was that paper you gave her?”
“Here, I’ll show you. They were her idea, meant to show me she was faithful; always putting me first.” He picked another token off the pile and handed it to Bob, staring at another himself.
Bob looked at both sides, turning it over twice. “It doesn’t have a name on it, you should be careful with these, anyone could claim her.”
“Theoretically.” Dan smiled. “With luck she still remembers who I am.”
“What does she do with it afterwards? Does she keep it, or does she punch a hole and give it you back.”
“You got me there, this is the first time I’ve played the card. I had to do something, I couldn’t let Ray keep her. Will you be okay with Amanda?”
“I guess. She may be mad but a bit of fightback now and then is good.”
“Bob, I know this is crazy, but could you use this token?”
“You mean fuck June?”
“Yeah, fuck June, right now.”
“But she didn’t give me the token.”
“No, lets say I paid you to talk to me and it was the only currency I had with me. I had to bribe you to tell me what Ray was up to.”
“You didn’t.”
“Play along. I mean it may be the only fuck you get if Amanda is mad at you. You’ve been caged for a week, you deserve it.”
Bob sat looking at the token and Dan could see his erection rising.
“D’you need a coffee or something to wake you up?”
“I’m fine, just getting my head around it. Give me five minutes huh? Do you actually know what you’re doing?”
“No I haven’t a clue. I’m making it up as I go along. I’m mad at her and mad with myself, really mad at Ray and Amanda too I guess. I have to do something to shake things up, get outside of this, break the spell.”
“Why aren’t you mad at me?”
“Why would I be? There wasn’t a lot you could do.”
“I invited you.”
“Sure. Sure, but that was innocuous unless you knew what they were going to do. Did you?”
“No, not at all, but I did know what Ray’s like, maybe I could have guessed.
“Let’s leave it at that. I’ll go and talk to June. Five minutes, right?”
June was still sitting on the bed. The sobbing had stopped but she cut a forlorn figure.
“I screwed up. I forgot everything, I got carried away.”
“You were conned, but you’re supposed to be the one that knows the ropes.”
“What?”
“They planned it, Ray planned it. What better score than having a new wife sleep with you on her honeymoon. If he could have got you pregnant as well he’d have been over the moon. They played us, they played both of us.”
“But I fell for it'” she said, sobbing again. “You’re right, I’m supposed to be the one who spent every minute learning about sex and I let them. I feel terrible. Are you going to fuck me?”
“It’s four am.”
“You should fuck me, you gave me a token, you should fuck me right now.”
“It’s complicated. I had to bribe Bob to get the story out of him.”
“Bribe him?”
“I gave him a token, it was the only currency I had.”
“Can it wait till morning?”
“That’s up to Bob, I mean the token is quite clear, it offers an immediate fuck.”
“You know Ray fucked my arse don’t you.”
“The bastard.”
“You didn’t know?”
“When I was out?”
“No, when Amanda was blowing you. You’re right, we were played. I think they planned it. He said sorry but he did it while your back was turned… I don’t think he was sorry at all but I am. Oh God, I’m so sorry. I totally screwed up.”
She sobbed again for a minute, then wiped away the tears.
“How did you get Bob loose?”
“Undid the ropes and picked the lock on his cage.”
“Clever you. He ought to owe you.”
“Yeah but he could have kept shtum. I had to give him something.”
June looked at him for a moment, searching his face until she half smiled. “Show him in. Pimp me, I deserve it. He’ll probably come in three seconds, he’s been caged for a week.”
“Think of it as getting your own back on Amanda.”
“She prefers to be called Mandy when she’s being a slut.”
“Well, Mandy then. Get your own back on Mandy and give Bob a treat.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Make coffee, enjoy the show.”
“And fuck me afterwards?”
Dan smiled and turned away and called out.
“Bob, all yours.”
Dan headed towards the kitchen, passing Bob on the way.
“You sure about this?”
“Yeah, enjoy.”
“Am I punishing her for you?”
“No, you’re having a well earned fuck.”
Dan pointed to Bob’s erection. “You do alright when you’re out of that cage. Get that thing to work.”
Dan looked at the clock, now passing four thirty and glanced at the beginnings of dawn outside. No point in trying to sleep. He made coffee and moved a seat to a place where he could look into the bedroom. Bob and June had hardly started. June was returning to what she’d done on the beach, a sixty nine with Bob using his tongue while she worked his cock almost to the point of coming.
As he watched Dan saw her move down the bed and slide his cock into her, facing Dan in a reverse cowgirl. She started to ride him, her hips moving forward and backward and bouncing up and down, pausing occasionally to do nothing for a while.
She’s showing off her technique, he thought, showing me how she can keep him going, probably squeezing the hell out of his cock but not letting him come, making him think he’s good. She’s really getting her own back on Mandy.
June kept looking at Dan, searching for eye contact but his mind was wandering, never staying with her long enough for her to convey anything. June kept working as though it was a test, trying to find some feeling for Bob and trying to look tempting for Dan. The fucking was fucking, but some spark of her exhibitionist streak caught alight and she made sure to do a good job.
Dan took the GoPro out of the bag, changed the battery and put in a new memory card and then set it on the tripod facing straight into the room. He caught a little more of the cowgirl, flamboyantly throwing her head back in ecstasy after a long look at the camera. She stopped and turned over easing herself back onto Bob’s cock and starting to kiss him.
Moving closer to listen, Dan started filming with his phone as well.
“Take your time,” she said, over and over. “I want you to have the best fuck there is, a treat. You’re a record breaker already, you’re the first man after my husband that’s ever had me twice, two days in a row. Dan might get jealous,” she said, quickly glancing at Dan as the words came out.
After twenty minutes playing him she finally turned over and pulled him onto her. “Fuck the hell out of me. Any anger you have about Ray, give it to me with your cock. Don’t believe anyone that says your cock is too small. I’ve had hundreds; yours will do fine. Use it. Fuck me. Fuck me.”
And he did, or at least he did his best. It took three minutes and twenty seven seconds, Dan timed it out of curiosity on the film afterwards, but for Bob it must have felt like an age.
There was half a minute of silence before June eased him off.
“I have work to do,” she said. “If you’re good I might do you again before I let Mandy have you back.”
“How will she know where I am?”
“I don’t know, but I bet Dan has it under control.”
She got up and came out to find Dan, picking up the camera and tripod as she came. She stood that against the wall and grabbed his arm.
“Did I do a good job?”
“Looks like it.”
“I still feel awful, can you use your token now please.”
“Don’t you want to sleep?”
“I already did until you woke me. You don’t need to remind me. Please Dan fuck me, fuck all of my holes, possess me, take me back.”
“Did you enjoy Ray?”
“Yes damn it, and that makes it worse. I never meant that to happen.”
“They were good weren’t they, fooled both of us. I should have seen it coming. Partly it was your fault too.”
“It was all my fault. Please fuck me. Dan, please.”
“I was trying to do what you said, trying to stay in the moment, to enjoy it, not to think about anything else, that’s why I didn’t see what was going on. Because you told me to be in the moment and because I’m such a bloody novice.”
“Dan, please, no more analysis. I can’t take it, I feel so awful. I’ve done Bob like you said, you gave me a token, you have to fuck me before I die of shame.”
“Oh, well, if that’s how it is. Always dutiful, that’s me, the dutiful husband. Does as he’s fucking told.”
Dan picked up his phone.
“A random number between one and three.” He hit the button. “Two, so let’s start there.” He pushed her onto the bed, spread her legs and with little ceremony put his cock at her entrance.
“Not enough foreplay, so we’ll have to learn on the job.” Using his fingers he made sure his cock had entered and began to make short thrusts, working his hips around pushing, pressing trying to find a rhythm. That went on for a couple of minutes with June becoming more and more distressed until she burst into tears.
Dan pulled out and rolled flat onto the bed.
“I bet you can’t even feel me,” he said. That produced more tears. “I can always feel you,” the words coming in jerks between the sobs.
June rolled over and went down on his cock, sucking the whole thing into her mouth, playing with his balls and sobbing at the same time. He could feel her tears falling onto his thighs. She kept at it, stroking sucking, playing with it with her tongue. Dan lay inert, trying to think, but every time he closed his eyes he saw Ray’s triumphant grin when he first entered June, hearing him saying ‘Looks like you’re the wallflower for now.’
June kept taking him deeper and holding the suction, drawing blood into his penis, feeding the erection and working it harder. After a few minutes her efforts were rewarded. She climbed onto him wriggling herself onto his cock and beginning to work energetically.
“Stop messing around you silly man, stop thinking. It’s my fault and I feel awful. You should be mad at me. You should be revenge fucking me.”
“I don’t know how to be angry with you. I try to hate you and it makes me dead inside. I can’t do it.”
“Dan,” she said, squirming on his cock. “Be angry with someone, be crazy, yell at me I can’t take you being numb.”
“I am numb. Did you try any numb New Yorkers. Was waking up numb people in your learning plan?”
“Dan please don’t. I screwed up. New York was stupid, last night was worse. I should have stopped Ray right at the start. You’ve every right to be mad but please don’t be mean. It’s not you.”
“I don’t know who me is any more.”
June lay silently on top of him, crying and kissing him at the same time. Time passed, maybe a minute, maybe ten before she slowly climbed off him and sat on the bed, watching him, mopping the tears from her face.
“One of us needs to get out of the house. I can’t cope with this. It’s my fault but if you can’t let me make up then we both need time to think. I can’t even offer to sleep in the spare room, Bob’s there… and don’t tell me it’s a double bed.”
“You could go to Mandy and Ray, they’d like you to stay the night.”
“Please Dan, stop it. That is the last place on earth that I’m going. I’m sorry I ever went near the place.”
June turned face downwards, buried her head in the pillow and quietly wept. After another passage of time in silence Dan got up.
“Yeah,” he said. “Some air would be good,” got up and walked outside. He closed the door behind him and set off towards the beach. June lay face down, silent breathing fitfully until she fell asleep.
* * *
Two hours later June woke up to find no sign of Dan.
“Shit,”she said. “What do I do now?”
She got up and wandered around the house. She made coffee, looked for any sign from Dan, looked outside in case he was visible and sat at the table for a few minutes lost in thought. She plugged the GoPro into her laptop and downloaded the film. She made coffee and skimmed through the video, stopping now and then to take notes and mark a particular point.
When the she’d reviewed the clip she got up and strolled over to look at the spare room. Bob seemed to be asleep, but occasionally breathing fitfully. June retrieved the GoPro, changed the battery, loaded a new flash card and set it up on the tripod in the bedroom.
By the side of the bed was Bob’s phone, plugged into one of their leads and now fully charged. She picked it up and found that it wasn’t locked. There was a text message on the front screen from Amanda.
“WHERE ARE YOU?
Wouldn’t you like to know, she thought. June ran to get her own phone and transferred Amanda’s details. Then almost without thinking she typed on Bob’s phone.
HI THIS IS JUNE. BOB IS A GOOD FUCK. THANKS. I THINK I’LL DO HIM AGAIN BEFORE I GIVE HIM BACK. TELL RAY HE IS A STUPID SHIT.
Her fingers hovered over the phone for a minute. What the hell, she hit send and waited. Five minutes passed with no answer and no sign of Dan.
“What are you doing with my phone?”
“Sending shitty messages to Mandy. Why don’t you have a lock on it?”
“I’m crap with those things. At work I have people. I only use this on holiday.”
“For what?”
“It’s embarrassing.”
“Bob, after the last day you say that?”
“It’s so Amanda can tell me when I can come back.”
“I thought she loved you.”
“She does, she says she does, but she gets off on Ray’s big cock.
“She’ll probably be pissed off with me. I told her I’d fucked you and I was going to do it again before I let you go.”
“Are you?”
“Dan’s gone off to think about life. I’ve screwed everything up. Can you make me happy?”
“I could try, but wouldn’t it be better to find Dan?”
“If I knew where to look.”
“What if Dan comes back?”
“Well it can’t get any worse and you can tell him it was my idea. I’m filming, so I’m not being secretive.”
“Is this to get revenge on Amanda?”
“Yes and no. I’m doing you both a favour, but she won’t see it that way.”
“Huh?”
“If I fuck you it will take some steam out of you, so when Ray’s gone and Amanda gets round to letting you fuck her, you will last much longer than usual. Right?”
She put her arm around him. “You don’t get it do you? She locks you up for a week so when you’re released you come in about five seconds and then she tells you that you can’t satisfy her because you come too soon, so she has to have Ray or other guys like him. It’s a game. She’s running rings round you.”
“I never thought.”
“Don’t read it wrong. I think she loves you. This little game lets you be a bit inadequate and lets her have fun. Where it goes wrong is when a manipulative bastard like Ray comes into it.”
June pulled the duvet off the bed and pushed Bob onto his back.
“You know the best thing about this resort is there are no secrets. I can tell you fancy me with one look and there’s none of that awkwardness undressing.”
She slid down the bed and started to take his cock into her mouth. After a minute she sat back and looked at what she’d achieved.
“That looks good. Now I want you to take over. Seduce me, make love to me or fuck my brains out – you decide.”
June lay back on the bed, nestling her head into the pillow.
“Practice, that’s what you need. No silly games, no alpha males, you and a naked woman – every man’s dream.”
“Are you going to give me marks out of ten?”
“Would that help?”
Bob laughed. “You’re something else.”
“You’re supposed to be thinking about my body not my mind. I love Dan, I’m spoken for, don’t have a shadow of doubt about that; but you can fuck my body.”
Bob hesitated, his eyes running from one end of her body to the other and back again, his whole being caught like a rabbit in headlights, unsure where to start.
June held out her right arm. “Kiss my hand and work your way from there.”
As ordered Bob’s lips met her fingers and slowly progressed from there to the back of her hand, her wrist and about ten kisses later to her right breast, his right hand settling on the left as he sucked her nipple. A slow smile crept over June’s face and her left arm reached behind his head to ruffle the hair on the back of his head. He inched up the bed, kissing her neck as she turned his head sideways, somehow managing to position her ear so that he had no choice but to nibble it.
His right hand left her breast and ventured down over her belly seeking and finding the top of her slit, searching for the opening and finally losing one and then two fingers inside her.
She reached down and steered his hips as he lifted himself into position and hesitantly nudged his cock against the hole his fingers had just left.
“I won’t break,” she purred in his ear. “Fill me up. Take it slow and easy.”
“Can you feel me?”
“Of course I can.”
June pushed his face back so she could make eye contact. “She’s brainwashed you. If she fucks you right after Ray I bet she says she can’t feel you. That’s mostly bullshit but anyway that stretching isn’t permanent. It shrinks back. She can use her muscles.”
“But I thought…”
“If stretching mattered so much no woman would ever fuck anything but an elephant after a baby and men would have evolved huge cocks or the human race would have died out. Don’t doubt yourself, you’re not that small. I’ve had smaller.” And bigger, she thought. Dan’s bigger.
She squirmed down the bed, forcing herself as hard against him as she could, bucking her hips into him.
“Think of a rock song, something with a rhythm that builds. Thrust in time to it. Think of a rock song that builds and builds.”
Bob’s pace picked up thrusting in time as she smacked his arse to her own hidden beat. After what might have been the second chorus he took off, staying with some beat in his head and picking up energy as if he was dancing, finding a power that he hadn’t felt for a while. She played with him, squeezing her muscles to bring him closer, working with him to get so near and then relaxing, changing her action to ease the stimulation for a few thrusts and then as he came off the boil picking up the pace again.
When she thought he’d probably gone longer than he ever did with Amanda, twice as long as last night anyway, she changed gear again, feigning excitement, taking him to a fever pitch and beyond then kissing him softly down until the spasms stopped.
“There,” she said. “That wasn’t so bad. Better than last night. Keep that tune in your head or find a better one and I bet you can give Amanda a good ride.”
“What do we do now?”
“You have a shower. When was Ray leaving?”
“Amanda’s probably on her way back from the train.”
“Can you track her phone with yours?”
“If I had a clue how.”
June collected the phone. “She hasn’t replied to the text I sent, best not to phone if she might be driving. I bet she tracks you, so the software will be here somewhere. Let me play with it a sec.” She paged through a few menus and found the right app. “It’s here. See, like this we tell it to find her phone and we with luck we get a map.”
“I never knew, well I did know, people talk about these things. So that’s her there, just coming into the camp.”
“You shower, I’ll make some coffee and then I’ll return her well used property,” she said, grinning at him and holding his flaccid cock.
* * *
June wrote a note for Dan saying that she was taking Bob home. She pinned it on the bedroom door then checked Bob’s phone. Amanda was back and there was a text.
WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON
June giggled and showed Bob.
“You can do the explaining.”
Bob was still wearing the collar that Amanda had put on him the night before.
“That collar suits you.”
They strolled together to his chalet and June knocked on the door. Amanda opened it.
“I thought you might want your husband back.”
“Where’s his cage?”
“Somewhere in your house, Dan picked the lock last night.”
“What was that text about?”
“I’ve never fucked a cock that’s been caged for a week, I thought I’d give it a go. Two goes actually. He’s a bit drained but I think he’ll be okay.”
“He’s not supposed to have other women.”
“Yeah, I know, and you and your scheming bull are not supposed to steal honeymooning wives away from their husbands.”
“That was Ray’s idea.”
“You helped,” said June, for a second finding some real spite. “After Dan gave you a great afternoon I suppose Ray was jealous. It was a mean small minded trick to pull. Ray needs to grow up. If he can’t cope with a little competition he should give up.”
“I thought you enjoyed it.”
“I did, and that makes it worse for me. I’ve watched the video now. It’s clear as day that you and Ray were working together to fool Dan and try to keep me all night. I’m not going to argue about it. I hope Ray was disappointed.”
“Yeah, he was. Very pissed.”
“Did he take it out on you?” said Bob.
“No. Good job you ran away, else you’d still be on that table.”
“That’s why I ran.”
He turned to June. “Thank you. I had a great time. Thank Dan for me will you please.” Bob pushed the door open a little further and stepped forward. As she turned to go June heard Amanda say “Twice? Really?” A wry smile crept across her lips as she set off back to the chalet.
* * *
There was no sign of Dan at the chalet other than a note pinned alongside hers saying ‘Back later this afternoon. Enjoy the surprise.’
“Fuck, I’ve missed him,” She said. “Damn.” She was about to drop the note when the words ‘Enjoy the surprise’ finally penetrated. What surprise? She hunted around the chalet but found nothing out of place. In the spare room she noticed that the power lead had been connected to the camera. What she didn’t know was that the memory card had been changed so that there was enough for six hours of recording; all the time until Dan expected to be back. The tripod had been moved so that the camera took in a lot more of the flat. With the wide angle of the lens most of the spare room and the living room were being captured. June put the new position down to the need to be close enough to a power socket.
She went to open the bedroom door and found it locked. She banged on it, but there was no response. For a moment she was puzzled but dismissed any anxiety thinking Dan was being sensible and organised. All the valuable things they had, apart from the GoPro, were in that room. The house was empty when he got back so he was just making sure.
She did another circuit looking for surprises, found nothing and decided a shower would help clear the cobwebs. She’d had about an hour’s sleep but right now, although she felt weary she wasn’t sleepy.
She gave herself a long shower, washing away all the dried cum that she found in her hair. She carefully inspected her pussy, a little bruised but nothing serious. She moisturised herself all over with sun tan lotion.
Five minutes later, with a glass of juice in her hand she was surprised by a knocking on the door.
“Surely Dan has his key,” she muttered, putting the glass down and going to open the door. Outside she found a naked man with what could only be described as a small cock.
“This is the place?” he said in halting English.
“How should I know?”
He held out his hand and as he did she had a sinking feeling. He turned the paper over so that she could see the picture side and found herself staring at one of her tokens.
“Where did you get that?”
“A man on beach.”
“About so high,” she said, holding her hand at about Dan’s height. “Grey green eyes, blond hair?”
“Yes.”
“You’d better come in.” Hell she thought, how many of the damn things has Dan given away.
“Did he give it to you?”
“I pay.”
“How much?”
“Is secret, he tell me must not say.”
Fuck, she thought.’What’s the difference between a cuckold, a master and a pimp?’ He had to find out I suppose.
She led the young man to the spare room.
“In here. You have Condom?” He looked blank. Damn they’re in the other room. He wouldn’t… Did he forget when he locked the door. She panicked for a moment and then saw the box on the pillow.
Memories of the customers she did for that whore in New York sprang to mind. Would a frenchman straight off nude a beach be different? What the hell. She sat on the side of the bed, tore open a pack and started to apply the rubber to the little cock in front of her. This has to be the smallest ever. Yes Dan I get it, I could do a lot worse than you. She applied her lips to the rubber and used them to roll it onto the now very hard cock in font of her.
If I suck him he’ll come in no time. Is that fair? Hell the poor guy doesn’t know that he’s caught in the middle of a spat between Dan and me. Spat? said another voice in her head, is that what it is? We’re not arguing, neither of us like what happened last night but we don’t know how to handle it.
For a second she lost concentration on the man in front of her. I’m such an idiot, she thought; I spent all that time in New York learning how to fuck and no time at all learning how to be married.
Dan is mad at me but I’m not mad at him. This is penance, that’s what it is and it’s only fair to this guy to be nice to him. It’s not his fault. She rolled back onto the bed pulling the guy towards her.
“No kissing,” she said. “Fuck me good, yeah?”
Just as well I barebacked Bob, at least there’s some lubrication. I wonder how much he charged? A lot or a little? If it was a pittance he’d have let the guy say, that would have been a punishment, a five euro fuck. Maybe he’d tell her when he came back, just to milk the thing to death.
Don’t think that way, she told herself, be an expensive lay. The little guy found the right place and began what turned into a major sprint for the line. He had more stamina than she expected but it was all over in a few minutes.
“Good Fuck?” she said.
“Si, is good fuck.” The guy looked pleased. She rolled him off her and ran to the fridge she came back with a cold can of coke and handed that and a tissue to the guy. If Dan’s sold me cheap then with the condom and the coke we’re losing money.
“Get clean before you go.” She smiled, saw how sweaty he was and said, “Shower?”
He nodded enthusiastically, so she led him to it, set the water going and dragged him under.
In the end she lathered him and washed him, but even after an intimate rub to get him dry there was no sign of another erection. She blasted him with the air dryer, handed him the coke again and showed him the door.
Ten minutes later another appeared, with an equally small dick, clutching another token.
“How many has my pimp managed to find?” she muttered under her breath and decided that this one should have a shower to start things off.
End of episode 8
