It's a flashback episode

TWO YEARS AGO

"Come on Jack! Get to it! I don't want to miss the plane!", Michelle was screeching downstairs.

Yeah, sure. All her stuff was all neatly packed up now, especially after I spent half the day carefully arranging all the items in her luggage so that she could fit it all in there.

And I just knew I'd have to lug to those heavy fucking things the whole vacation.

That barely left me any time to get myself ready, but I wanted to at least shave my beard and put on some nice cologne before we had to spend five grueling hours inside the airplane.

But after that...

Man, two weeks of nothing but blissful holiday fun in Hawaii. I had always dreamed of going there... But I never really had the money before.

Well, I mean, I didn't have the money now, but Michelle's family did... And that was good enough for me.

The year had been... rough, to say the least. I really, really needed this.

Maybe if I could just lay next to ocean... On the sandy beach, listening to the waves, watching as the palm trees shake in the wind...

Maybe all the stress, that had been weighing me down for so long... would just... disappear.

"SERIOUSLY! HURRY UP!!", she shouted. A lot louder this time.

I was satisfied enough with my appearance and left the bathroom.

She on the other hand... She was a vision.

She already looked like she was ready to start living on the island.

She caught me ogling her luscious shapes, and just rolled her eyes.

"For God's sake, Jack. No time to perv. We have to get going. Now!"

Yeah, yeah.

There was never any time to "perv". Not these days.

Maybe at the beginning of our marriage, but... things had petered out fast. And I didn't know if it was because things weren't going so well between us, or...

Well, I just didn't know.

At this point... I just desperately hoped that this would fix our relationship again. And maybe... we would even...

Sigh.

I just wanted to fuck my hot wife. Was that so bad?

I didn't even want to think how long ago was the last time.

She even shirked off my hand, after I laid it on her back.

Ugh... The hot Hawaii sun better melt all that frigidness. I was growing seriously tired of it.

The cab ride over to the airport was uneventful. Apart from me almost injuring myself, carrying both her and mine luggage.

Not that I had that much stuff anyways.

Once we passed the gate... There they were. All waiting for us.

Janice, Michelle's sister... wearing a sexy holiday dress as well... she was with some new guy I had never seen before. At first glance, he looked quite hunky. And if he was like anything like Janice's other flings, I didn't expect to see much action in the brain department.

The dude casually waved at me. Fuck. I just hoped I wouldn't have to converse with this airhead too much.

And then there were... Michelle's mom and dad.

Isabella and Caleb.

Unlike the rest of us, their holiday clothes looked a little more respectable. And, well, I guess "pricy" was the best word to describe them. And Caleb, with his already greying hair and beard... He looked so out of place with the rest of us. I'm sure Isabella was at least two decades younger than him.

But Isabella, man... I know it's probably fucked up that I have these constant running fantasies about her, but... Jesus Christ. Just look at her. And her tits... They had to be at least partially fake. I never had the guts to ask Michelle about that, but... Even with her age, she was still a stunner. Easily competitive with her own daughters. And her daughters were no joke.

All three women of the family were painfully good-looking. I wasn't still quite sure why I lucked out with Michelle, but damn... I was going to have serious trouble controlling my wandering eyes these weeks. And if I add the fact how much Michelle has blueballed me lately... I might just spend a huge chunk of the holiday just masturbating in the bathroom.

Janice ran up to Michelle, hugging her tightly.

Smushing that big rack against hers...

And, as she usually did... she basically ignored my presence completely and just focused on Michelle. Like I wasn't even there, right next to her.

I was already feeling like nothing but a Reynolds family valet.

Then, suddenly... somebody tugged my arm.

It was Isabelle.

"Jack. I believe we have something to talk about. Let's go somewhere a little more private."

I felt Isabella dragging me along, not even stopping to ask whether I wanted to go with her or not. Just taking me by ****.

This was all very... unusual. Normally she treated me the same way that Janice did, barely acknowledging my existence.

What was this about?

She pulled me to a distant corner, far away from the rest of the family.

She put on her serious face.

I tried my best not to stare at her massive tits.

"Now, Jack... Me and Caleb have just been discussing something. And I think we've reached a fair conclusion."

"...About what?"

"Well, basically... When you asked for Michelle's hand a few years ago... Which was a nice gesture, all in all... You said that even though you were quite poor now, you would do everything to make it big, and shower her with all the riches she deserves. Your words. Isn't that right?"

"...Yes... I did say that..."

"Well, obviously, we're aware of your current situation. And we both know things have not gotten better for you... After all, we have been helping the pair of you with our... financial help for quite some time now."

It was true. Michelle came from money. And her parents had.... a very fat wallet. And, sadly... If anything... I was earning less now then when I married Michelle.

The times had been tough. The economy was in the downturn. And I was barely hanging on to my writing job.

"So, me and Caleb talked it over... We believe you need some proper motivation to keep our daughter in the lifestyle she is accustomed to."

"W-what do you mean?"

"Well, basically... Do you think you deserve this two-week holiday?"

...What?

"Wait, wha-"

"Answer honestly now, boy. Do you think you deserve this luxurious trip to Hawaii?"

"W-Well, I- I have been w-working, almost all year and-"

"And what do you have to show for it?"

My throat closed up. I couldn't find the right words to say.

"Your biggest problem is proper motivation, Jack. It's stopping you from getting to where you need to be. You've grown to comfortable with the help we've given you."

"W-what does that-"

"You're not going on this holiday, Jack. Instead... We have lined up some motivating work for you for the next two weeks."

"Huh?"

"You are going to cut the grass in our villa, tend the garden, keep the place clean and take care of Leo, our dog. Generally look after the place. But don't take this lightly. If you don't do good enough work... we are seriously considering giving you less financial aid in the future."

...

"This is a huge responsibility I'm leaving with you, Jack. Are you able to handle it?"

...she just looked at me... sternly... waiting for my answer.

Meanwhile, inside my body... I felt a small part of my soul dying.

"...um... o... okay..."

"Louder, Jack. And with more gusto. I need to know you are going to do good work. After all, we are leaving our house and our beloved pet into your care."

...while you bitches laze around in the sun and get your tans on and-

"Say it!"

It took all the effort not to just groan at her face. "Yes... ma'am. I will... Do a good job."

"Okay. Not as gung-ho as I would have wanted you to be... But that's probably good enough. For Now."

She looked over to the others. They were gabbing enthusiastically about something, not even looking into our direction. "It's probably best if you just leave, Jack. I'll tell the others that you suddenly got sick and decided to go home to recuperate. Tomorrow you will text your wife and tell her you have a bad fever and won't be able to make it on this trip. Do we have a deal?"

"Isabella... May I... May I ask you something?"

"...Sure, Jack. Go ahead."

"D-do you.... Do you hate me or something?"

At first it looked like she was a little taken aback, but then she put her hand on my shoulder, and grinned warmly.

"I won't blame you for feeling like that. It's just... It's a class thing, dear. Some people are just not meant to mix with others. I'm pretty sure I warned you about this the first time you asked for my daughter's hand."

"Yes, but-"

"It was an uphill climb from the start, boy. But as long as you and Michelle still love each other... I'm sure these troubles can be overcome."

She saw the flicker of doubt in my eyes, as she said those words.

"Things between you two are still fine, right?"

"...yes, of course..." I lied. Unconvincingly.

I swear that her smile just grew larger.

"I trust our villa into your care, Jack. Try to impress us."

And with that... She just tapped me on the shoulder and left me.

She didn't even let me say goodbye to my wife.

...which was probably for the best, it would have killed me to do so... and I knew she wouldn't cancel her holiday just because I had gotten sick... She was always going somewhere without me anyways...

...This... This was for the best...

I walked away. Quickly out of their eyesight.

I needed to be alone.

...

I guess... This is correct, right?

Just... gotta work harder...

Gotta earn that beautiful wife...

And the lifestyle she deserves...

I guess... I really didn't earn that vacation after all?

FUUUUCCCKKKKK!!!!

I punched the wall right next to me.

Naturally, the airport wall was made of harder stuff than my fist.

I spent the following two weeks being the Reynolds family gardener, cleaner, repairman and pet sitter. All with a broken hand. Even the fucking mutt bit one time, when it was having a bad day.

I worked like hell. As much as I hated doing this, and I really really hated doing this, I was too scared that Michelle might leave me if we lost her parent's financial support.

Isabella's final conclusion of my work was... "adequate".

Hell of a fun summer.

Michelle never found out about it. When she came back, she just assumed I had been horribly sick for the last two weeks. And during the holiday, she checked on me... only twice.

Still, even with all that, she didn't mind showing me the multiple shots and pictures of all the fun times she and her sister had over there. Lounging it up, partying, tanning on the beach... always with several muscly-looking dudes in the vicinity.

In one picture Janice was kissing some other guy than the one she went there with. Guess that one didn't last too long.

Perhaps if I had known of Michelle's true sexual orientation back then, those pics wouldn't have made me that jealous. But still...

It was all shit.

And after everything between me and Michelle ended a year after that... When I had tried to contact Michelle after she left me, asking her parents where she was... All Isabella said to me was... "I told you."

But...

Here she was again.

In front of me, still looking stunned to see me.

The app showed her submission number as -86.

...

I'm going to take everything from her.

Every fucking thing.

I'll let her keep those big, delicious tits, though.