The Tide
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Chapter 6
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 6 - 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
The Mexican woman had many wealthy admirers the night they met, yet Maria only showed interest in him, and she was faithful and content to stay at home in spite of the number of times he left her while on lengthy business trips. Of course, he knew that because his security people had kept track of Maria’s outings. The reports had always been favorable. She seemed content to be his kept woman.
Naturally, his family and ex-wife, who was worried about her money if he died, expressed their concerns about Maria marrying him for his money, but she was eager to sign a prenuptial agreement. “I don’t want anybody to think I care that you’re rich,” she said.
“It’s you I want, not your money.” Those words didn’t make his family less prejudiced, but her signature on the dotted line gave Brent the confidence he needed. If my first wife had been a poor, subservient woman, Brent thought, we might still be married.
Inside the cooler, Brent found glasses on ice and what he needed to make a gin and tonic, then he sat on a beach chair and looked at the crystal-clear water. Maria was floating on the inflatable raft, facing out to sea.
Jimmy stood beside her. Brent was glad Maria had insisted on this vacation. It would help all three of them understand each other better. More to the point, Jimmy needed to understand who was in charge and who should be the main focus of Maria’s attention.
Brent didn’t like the possessive glares the boy gave him. Maria was his wife, and if he wanted to fuck her, the kid should get lost for a while.
The gentle surf made his wife’s body roll as if she had just landed face down on a waterbed. Every few seconds her butt rose and fell. It made his dick twitch and got his mind working out the ways he would fuck her on the beach.
Jimmy waved, but before Brent returned the friendly gesture, he realized the boy was casting a shadow on Maria’s ass. He made a grabbing motion, then rested his hand on his mother’s left cheek. Brent waited, expecting an instant reaction, but Maria took her time to swat the kid’s arm. Jimmy didn’t jerk back.
He smiled and slid that groping paw down his mother’s leg. That’s it, Brent thought, cultural or not, it isn’t appropriate to grab your mother’s—No, my wife’s ass. He started to get up. No, stay calm and wait patiently. What if I didn’t see it correctly, he thought? The last thing he needed was to have Maria pissy the rest of their time there.
Brent’s blood pressure continued to rise with each tick-tock of the seconds in his head. He got up but didn’t move. Whatever connections they had made so far would be destroyed if he overreacted. What kind of person accuses their wife of letting her fifteen-year-old son fondle her ass? He took a couple of deep breaths and finished his drink in one slug. Stay calm.