Delayed

“Damn, this can't be true.” John cursed. He was pretty annoyed.

First, the shuttle was stuck in a traffic jam outside the airport and now this. All flights were cancelled due to bad weather conditions. At the information desk, they said nothing more than “Please be patient, the planes will fly again as soon as the storm has subsided.”

And they had been waiting for hours! John grabbed his crotch and tried to adjust his cage a little. He was now wearing shorts, which really constricted his cage. It had been different on the beach, but there was no way he could walk around naked here. The airport police would arrest him immediately. He really didn't need that.

John: “Darling, could we maybe just during the time here in the airport and on the plane...”

Anne, who could practically read John's mind and predict what he would say, immediately undermined his suggestion.

“No, no, no, no way. Your little cock stays nicely locked away...”

A man, about in his fifties, had stepped closer to the couple. He was wearing sunglasses even in the shadowed airport, a white shirt and Falconeri Italian luxury brand pants. He was well tanned and pretended to look at his Rolex while he eavesdropped on the couple. The woman's last words to her husband had aroused his curiosity.

“...I didn't go through all the trouble this vacation to re-educate you into a proper cuckold for nothing, only for you to fall into old patterns immediately afterwards. You'll stay pussy-free until I've had three big, fat cocks inside me. There's nothing to discuss.”

The man had heard enough.

“Buongiorno, bella donna,” the man said and walked towards Anne. He held out a hand to her. Anne returned the gesture, but was very surprised when the stranger kissed her hand instead of shaking it. John, on the other hand, only received a respectful nod with the head.

“I hear you have a problem with flight?” he asked them both.

John: "Looks like we're not getting out of here for a while. Are you stranded here too?"

“Oh no,” the strange man laughed as if John had made some sort of joke. "I have own plane. When I tell my pilot to fly, he flies or he flies out of the job. But I've only just landed, so I don't care anyway. What are you going to do now?”

John pondered. He looked at the benches, which were full of stranded passengers. “I think we'll wait here. I don't think we have any other choice.”

“Then let me introduce you to alternative,” said the stranger. “I have boat here on coast. Why don't you spend next few days with me? Oh, excuse me, I haven't even introduced myself. Just call me Stefano.”

John: “Thank you very much for your offer, but I think we...”

Anne: “...accept it with, thanks!” she called out to him.

“Fantastico!” exclaimed Stefano, clapping his hands.

They left in a rental car, which Stefano drove to the coast. They drove back to the sea in an Alfa Romeo SUV with their luggage stowed in the trunk.

At the harbour,John and Anne almost fell out of their shoes when they saw the boat. They had thought of a smaller boat with a single sail or motor, which were more common in harbors. However, this boat was way too big to fit in the harbour. The three of them had to be taken to the “Vertigo” in a small motorboat.

The Vertigo was just as luxurious inside as it had looked from the outside. In addition to Stefano, there was a cook called Alfredo and a captain called Paolo on board as members of the crew.

“Cheer up, darling,” Anne said to John as he looked somewhat sadly towards the ever-shrinking coast on the horizont. “Our vacation has just been extended by a few days!”

John nodded. His cage was a little less constricted under his swimming trunks than before in his shorts. His wife had also changed into a bikini.

“Cucki, you don't mind sleeping alone in the cabin tonight, do you? I think we should thank Stefano for his hospitality. And I don't think I'll be back until tomorrow morning.”