The Tide
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Chapter 11
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 11 - A rich man, his young beautiful wife, and her teenage son go on a vacation in a tropical paradise. Once alone on a remote private island, the wife's plans for revenge manifest, and the whole truth about her identity and reasons for marrying him come out. A shocking ending too, not for the faint at heart!
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/Fa Coercion Consensual Reluctant Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Cheating Incest Aunt Nephew Cream Pie Exhibitionism Oral Sex Revenge
Brent’s anger turned inward. They had made a fool of him, and now they were trying to scare him, probably to get him to sign a favorable divorce agreement. That wouldn’t be a problem, he thought, once I’m free, I’ll make the appropriate calls and his whore and that punk would never make it back to the mainland.
Maria spread a blanket behind Brent and laid down with a leg on each side of his head. A few seconds later, the boy’s legs joined his wife’s, except his toes were pointing down, digging into the sand. What Brent imagined was confirmed by a moan from Maria. The boy had mounted her, and rammed his cock in.
Brent watched the approaching water and wiggled about, trying to move. Thousands of retaliatory thoughts spun in his brain. Murder wouldn’t be enough.
The sounds of bodies slapping and lewd demands covered Brent’s heaving breaths, but even his unrestrained effort went unrewarded. What a fool he had been. On their wedding day, he had thought, so young and beautiful, I’m so lucky. Now, the woman he had considered himself blessed to marry, was yelling for someone else’s cum to fill her.
Jimmy came with a triumphant cry, then the two lovers were silent. Water was soaking into the sand, and Brent imagined the increasing pressure was what drying cement would feel like. He kept fighting the hopeless battle against the increasing weight and pleaded and promised until his voice cracked.
Ten minutes earlier, Brent was sure they didn’t have what it took to watch someone drown. He had been scared but still expected to come out on top. That’s the way it had always been for him. Now, Brent wished he could still hear the sickening sounds of another man fucking his wife. At least then, he would know if his captors were there.
It was impossible to draw in a full breath. “Please, I’ll do anything, sign anything, give you whatever you want.” The first foamy head of saltwater hit Brent’s chin. He spit grit and water from his mouth. Full-blown panic set in. From an increasing distance, Maria’s trailing voice came, “Consider this a divorce.” She and Jimmy continued walking, hand in hand, toward the cottage.