Chapter 14
by 
Funtimes
What's next?
Stay in the room
Shame overcomes you, the shame of knowing that another man has just pleased your wife in a way you failed to do. The shame turned your feet to lead and took the last little bit of energy from your body. You couldn't bring yourself to face anyone while the knowledge of your failure in bed hunts you.
Seconds feel like hours as you stare silently at your bedroom's white walls, surrounded and tormented by loneliness and signs of your failure.
You got your next message from Amy two hours later.
Sorry, honey, I just woke up. I want to come back to you, but Dad said I had to see a few of our guests before they leave.
You know it is your place to be down there with her as she says goodbye to those that came to celebrate your wedding, but you just can't bring yourself to face anyone.
It took another 3 hours later (4 pm.) for you to get another message.
Honey, our last quest left a little while ago; I was planning on coming back to you, but something came up. I know you're going to say that your ok but I still think I need to tell it.
You have no interest in hearing about what she is doing with Greg or another one of Greg 's plans, and knowing you are incapable of stopping whatever it is, you quickly text back.
Whatever it is, it's ok. Just do it.
Before she could text whatever it was, she was about to text.
As a result, the message you got from here was a simple
Ok, honey, I'll see you tomorrow. I love you.
Amy finally returns to your room the following morning. However, she is sporting a very weary look. "Honey, I need to tell you something, and I know you might not like it at first, but Dad is sure that you will grow to love it."
You know that whatever her dad says you will like, you will almost always hate, but you do your best to hide your pleasure as she continues to speak. "At first, I didn't want to go along with it, but Dad, if I went along with it, he would generate us at least two days alone on our honeymoon, and if I didn't, he would make sure we were never alone. I know you're the best husband any woman could ask for and that you don't mind watching me with someone else, but that doesn't mean I don't want to spend some alone time with you on our honeymoon."
You really hate how this all ended up with her believing that you actually like watching another man have their way with her, but since she just called you the best husband ever, you really couldn't find the strength to correct her, so you just reach out and gently grasp her left hand You reach out and grab her right hand and say "Honey just tell me what it is, and we will go through it together, as we always do."
She gives you a heartwarming smile as she says, "I don't know how I got so lucky to find a man like you." But her face quickly changes to that of concern as she changes the topic. "Dad got this guy he sometimes works with, and he always said I was cute."
Knowing her father and how much he hates you, You think you already know where this is going, so you interrupt her and say, "Let me guess, your father wants you to take him out on a date like the guy from last night."
Nervously twist her foot as she tries to come up with how to explain exactly what is going on. "Not exactly, well sort of like that man; well ah...I guess ... Ah, the only difference is he is not ok with 'hanging out' with a married woman." Only then do you notice the absence of her wedding band on her left hand.
All of a sudden, it all makes sense, forcing you to say, "He is here, isn't he?"
Amy nervously answers, "Yeah, Dad introduced me to him last night, and he took me shopping. He is who I spent the night with."
Suddenly, you realize that this is what yesterday's text message was about. You are angry that Amy slept with a man that didn't know she was married, but you are also angry that you can't be angry because you stupidly said it was ok. As a result, you just said, "If he is here and knows your father, how does he not know you're married?"
Amy looks away from you. "Well, Dad said they don't talk much; they just do business together sometimes. And he just happened to run into him while he went out for a walk and asked him if he wanted to go to the hotel's bar. You know, one thing led to another, and Dad said I should sleep with him after the day we spent together, and since you said you were ok with it, I did."
Internally your think, 'That is complete bullshit. Greg probably called him to come here.' But you couldn't bring yourself to say anything out of fear of upsetting the woman you love.
Amy pleads with you, "Honey, I need you to say something." You would love to say something, but what can you say without making everything worse. It's not like she is asking permission, considering it has already started, and you have already given it. It's more like she just informs you of what has happened. Given a heavy time constraint, you say the first thing you can think of that won't make everything worse is "Ok."
Amy looks at you as if she is questioning the meaning behind the word 'ok' while saying, "Honey, Dad thinks it would be a good idea for you to go down and meet him."
'How can it ever be a good idea to meet a man who is dating your wife?' But once again, you conclude it is in both of your best interests just to say, "Ok."
Amy gives you an unconfident worried look before turning and walking toward the door. Like a whipped puppy, you follow Amy and watch as she slowly reaches toward the door nob. She pauses momentarily with her hand just an inch from the door and her body facing away from you as she says, "Honey, Dad says that we must act as if we barely know each other once we exit this door."
For some reason, the only thing that felt right to say was, "Understood, Miss Jones." It killed you inside calling your wife by her maiden name so soon after your wedding, but it was the only thing that felt right to say at that moment. It must also have effect Amy because she immediately turns around and frenches kisses you for five seconds before quickly turning back around, preventing you from seeing her face as she says, "Honey, I want you to remember, no matter what happens, I will always love you the most. You are so perfect for me, and I am the luckiest girl in the world to have you!"
That was the final straw; her kiss and speech filled you with energy. You had to fix this! You had to say something now, but she opened the door and walked out before you could. And just like that, you come crashing down to a level even below the one before she kissed you. The depths of the emptiness you felt consumed your whole being, and the next thing you know, you are downstairs in the bar with Greg introducing you to a stranger. "Mr. Jones, this is {Mc}, he is a local man that recently hired. John this is Mr. Ethan Jones; he is an important CEO of a company that controls 20 percent of all saws on the eastern seaboard."
Mr. Jones laughs, "I am not as important as Mr Jones boosts, but it's a pleasure to meet you John." This man is acting very nice to you, and you know you're supposed to be nice to him, but it is hard to when the woman you love is sitting unconformably close to him across the table from you. But you do your best to smile and shake his hand as you say, "It's great to meet someone of your caliber Mr. Jones."
Mr. Jones blushes. "Now you jest. Well, how rude of me; I haven't introduced the best person here, my guest Ms. Amy Jones
." Hearing another man use Amy maiden name nearly knocks you off your feet, but Ethan is too focused on the beauty sitting next to you to notice as he continues, "She might be Greg princess, but I consider myself so lucky someone as beautiful as her is my guest tonight."
You watch as your wife giggles and blushes from the compliment of another man while Greg says, "I consider it a huge honor to have someone from my family be your guest!" The difference between what he said to you when he first meant you over the phone couldn't have been more tremendous.
Mr. Jones waves off in commits, "Greg, Compliments will get you nowhere." Before turning his attention back to you, "I invited Amy and his father to travel to my beach house on my private plane. But Greg said he couldn't go because he is here to work with you. Would you be willing to join us so that I can treat this fine lady and her father to some fun?"
Uncertain about who you are supposed to answer, You nervously look other to Amy, who gives you a worried nod. Fearful of where this is leading, you say, "I'll never turn down a beach house."
Mr. Jones joyfully claps his hands. "With that agreed upon, let's say wheels up in three hours, that 2 pm sharp. Now I am being very rude and taking up all your time when I know you have work to do. So if you don't mind, I'll see myself out." He then turns to your wife and offers her his hand "Mademoiselle, as for you, I have a great day planned." It kills you inside as you watch your wife take Mr. Jones's hand and walk off with him.
Greg says, "Don't worry about your flights to your honeymoon; I already canceled them; now get out of my sight. I've seen enough scum for today."
Much to your surprise, someone had already packed Amy 'a stuff and moved out of your room by the time you made it back to your room. You can only assume that Greg arranged that, but if he had that much power, he could have at least had whoever did it also pick up your stuff too. But no, you had to rush and do that alone to make it to the airport in time so you could make it through the grueling hour-and-a-half security line to make it to the flight on time.
You make it through the security line with 20 minutes to spare, so you sit in the main lobby and wait for the others. However, no one comes, and at two pm sharp, your phone rings.
"Hay man, it's Ethan Jones. Are you on your way? We are all waiting for you on the tarmac, and we have to leave soon, or else we will miss our window."
Confused, you ask, "Tarmac??? I am waiting for you in The lobby!??
Ethan laughed. "Oh, don't tell me you went through the security! When you fly private, you don't do that! But don't worry about it! I'll have someone come get you and quickly walk you down."
You felt like a lost child being guided by a stranger back to your party, but at least you got there before they had to leave.
Mr. Jones's private plane was an impressive twin turboprop; with 12 passengers seating, a fully functional kitchen and master bedroom, and his name painted on the side with gold lettering. All of it screamed that he could plow more money in a day without even thinking about it than you would see in your lifetime.
Amy must have noticed you caulking because she secretly texts you, "Don't worry, I grew up around this, so it doesn't impress me." Right after boarding. Someone that didn't make you feel any less inferior as you watched that man wrap his arms around her shoulders as the plane took off.
It was painful to watch Mr. Jones's fingers wander around your wife's back as they joked back and forth. There was only so much of that you could take before you had to interrupt them. "Oh... Mr. Jones, I never caught where we were going?"
Mr. Jones calmly tells you the name of the island where your honeymoon was scheduled, causing you to ask, "Isn't that island just one big resort?"
Ethan laughs "yea, but when you know the resort and the island it's on, they can't really stop you from building a house on it, can they!"
"You own an island!?!"
Mr. Jones shifts his attention from Amy and grins back at you. "It's a long story; a while back, I was about to end the year with too much money on the books, so instead of paying taxes, I bought an island. Then a few years later, I came across more money than I could spend in a year, so after talking to some people about turn key businesses, I built a resort on the island."
If the difference between your poor ass and him wasn't clear enough already, This man fucking bought an island and then built a resort on it with some SPARE MONEY he had left over.
Greg "My princess is looking tired, so do you think your pilot will be willing to show John and me how he flies the plane while you go make her comfortable in the bedroom?"
Both you and Ethan look at Greg in shock as you both understand that Greg had just hinted at giving Ethan permission and space to go back and fuck Amy, his daughter! Not many men would openly permit another man to fuck his daughter on their first date with him just a few yards away, but here Greg did just that. You could almost feel Amy giving a secret glance over to her father; however, she still stretched her arms above her head, giving Ethan a great view of her amble chest as she said, "Yeah if you don't mind, I might be a little tired." Ethan nervously glances from Amy, who is clearly flirting with him, and to her father three times as Amy holds that position until he finally speaks up, "Oh... ah... I am sure our pilot will be happy to show you two what he is doing and Amy, It would be my pleasure to show you where you can rest." You painfully watch as your wife lowers her hands and takes the hand that Ethan offered before swaying her hips as he leads her to the back of the plane. Your eyes never leave your wife's swaying sex ass until Ethan closes the bedroom and Greg coughs, "Hay shit bag, it's time that we give them space so they can enjoy each other." As he motioned toward the cockpit of the plane.
The pilot wasn't surprised as you both walked into the cockpit. As only a professional pilot could, he calmly and coolly turned to both of you and said, "Let me guess, Mr. Jones couldn't keep it in his pants any longer."
You nearly jumped out of your skin when you heard it as you thought, 'Wow, the audacity of this man. He may not know that Amy is your wife, but he should be able to put two and two together that Amy is Greg 's daughter." But then you slowly calmed down as you realized there was no way the pilot would know that this man was the father of the woman that is in the bedroom with his boss. I mean, what NORMAL man would allow his daughter to go to bed with a man she is not married to, RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM! So it's only natural for the pilot to think they aren't related. As if it was the most natural thing ever, the pilot asks, "Would you like to see what they are doing back there?" Causing you to jump and scream, "What?"
The pilot laughs as if you being uncomfortable with what he said was the strangest thing ever. "Awe come on, don't be like that; I saw how you both were eying her up as she walked back there. This place has security cameras everywhere, so it would be as easy as flipping a switch."
However, Greg remains utterly calm as he asks, "And Mr. Jones wouldn't ever know?"
The pilot grins as he sees the possibility of you two going through this. "I would lose my job if he did, so no!"
Greg grind back, "Well then, my good sir, flip that switch already and let's see the show."
The pilot grins even more prominent as he reaches between them and flicks a switch causing the monitor above them to turn on and show them what is happening in the bedrooms.
You watch the silent tv as your wife visibly giggles from Ethan's kisses as his nipple finger undresses her body down to just her black lace stalkings. You watch as your wife glances straight toward the camera as Ethan kisses his way down her body, forcing you to think, 'She can't know we are watching. The pilot said there was no way they would know.' However, Amy does stare straight into the camera lens and smiles as Mr. Jones starts licking her shaven pussy. Amy eyes never left the lens as her fingers dug into Mr. Jones's scalp as she ground her pussy and his lips.
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Your stomach falls out as you watch your wife's eyes quickly roll back inside her head as her body shakes on top of Mr. Jones's mouth after only a few moments of him eating her out.
Satisfied with his act, Mr. Jones stands up and licks and kisses your wife on the lips before lying down on his sofa bed. Amy smiles directly at the camera before walking up and straddling and impaling her pussy on Mr. Jones's hard cock.
Greg secretly leans into you and whispers, "he is fucking raw; you can see that, can't you?" You're **** to look down at the veiny rod that is clearly defined on the high def tv as it penetrates your wife. Greg is correct; you can see his cum already dripping down his shaft as your wife rides him while Greg continues to taunt you" I really hope he knocks her up right now; at least then she will be **** to dump you and move in with the father of her child."
You couldn't help but repeat, "Knocked her up?!?" as your mind pictured her round stomach, pregnant with that man's child.
But much to your pleasure and Greg displeasure, the pilot laughs your question off. "Oh, don't worry about that. Mr. Jones knows that a lot of women would be willing to get pregnant with his child for his money, so he takes pills to make that impossible. So he can have all the fun he wants with no risk."
You find it oddly reassuring that you won't be losing your wife that way, at least not right now, so you sit back and watch as your wife pleasures herself on top of Mr. Ethan's cock while repeatedly glancing toward the camera.
Your wife bounces on the man who you just met's cock until her legs lack the strength to keep going. And then he stepped between her legs and put her left leg on his shoulder, and fucked her like that until he had nothing left.
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You watch as Amy slowly gets dressed, starting off by pulling her thong over her cum filled pussy, as Mr. Jones gets dressed in the background.
The pilot laughs, "Well, I think the show is over." As the tv shows your wife and Mr. Jones exiting the room together.
Greg says, "I wouldn't say it over just yet. Let's see how this plays out a little while longer." He flips the camera so the tv shows the main cabin just in time to see Amy reading her phone as she walks through the door. She then sets her phone down and gives the camera a big grin prompting you to look toward her father and silently ask, "What did you send her?" He just shrugs as you hear your wife's voice say, "Want to go again?"
You look up just at the tv just in time to see your wife bending over a chair with her ass facing Mr. Jones.
Mr. Jones hesitantly asks, "Out here, with the other so closes?"
Amy rolls tight her yoga pants down her long leg as she says, "Don't worry about them; I am sure that Greg is to focus on learning how to fly to notice," You know that a straight lie, but Mr. Jones is to focus of the thong-clad ass right in front of him to notices as Amy start to fake pout "Unless it wasn't enjoyable, and you don't want me again."
Mr. Jones blindly places her hands on her ass cheeks. "Oh fuck, I don't think I could ever say I don't want it again with you." You helplessly watch as his finger plucks the pink thong out of her ass while he continues to speak, "Oh fuck, just look at that fine ass."
Amy says, "You can do more than look." As she is playful shakes her ass in front of him. Ass has always been her privilege of her. since this all happened, and now it feels like a punch in the gut that takes your breath away as you're watching her offer it to someone else before you. You hope he says no so you can be the next person in her ass, but as he leans forward and kisses her neck, you know there is no way he will turn him down. It feels like a knife in your chest as you watch him reach between you and press his cock into the hole you have been forbidden to touch. The knife felt like it was being driven even deeper into your chest as he slid his hips closer to her ass, which was the only sign that her ass had taken more of his cock that you could see other than the oval shape that her mouth was taking or her moaning.
About halfway in, Mr. Jones moans, "Oh fuck baby, your ass is too tight." Amy wiggles her ass on top of his cock. "Well, boy, grab ahold of something to help you push in." Mr. Jones chuckled, "As you wish." As he reached for and grabbed the only thing in reach that could help. That being the thin top strap of her thong. Your wife screams Mr. Jones's first name as he pulls the thong tight and thrusts his cock all the way in.
It was ten times worse hearing her lustfully moan Mr. Jones's first name over and over again through the thin door than it was just watching them fuck on TV. At least Mr. Jones couldn't last as long as he did in the room before dumping his last remaining load into her ass due to your wife's ass tightness, which Mr. Jones repeatedly said was the 'best,' and having to go so soon after the last time.
However, that doesn't make you feel any better as you watch his cum leaking out her your wife's ass;
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remember that, yet again, a man has done something with your wife that you have not as she holds up her stretched-out throng. "It looks like I won't be wearing these."
Mr. Jones confidently rubs his head as he apologizes, "I am sorry; I'll buy you more to make it for ruining them."
Your wife giggles as she tosses them to the side. "Don't worry about it," she said before pulling up her tight yoga pants commando style.
The cockpit of the plane was completely silent; you all were lost in your own head after what each of you saw. Greg and the pilot were both envisioning themselves in Mr. Jones's place while you were just filled with shame.
Time slowly clicks by with each of you trapped inside of your own thought until you get a text for your wife.
Honey. I hope you enjoy the show. I can't tell you how much of an amazing guy you are and that I can never make it up to you. But I did leave a little gift for you under your chair. ;) XOXO
Greg stands up and stretches. "Well, now it looks like the show is over, Just in time too. If your dashboard is right, we should be starting our decent soon." As if Greg knew what you were reading.
Your father-in-law walks confidently out of the cockpit with you trailing a good 20 seconds behind.
Amy greats her father. "Hay dad, how was the flying lesson?"
Greg laughs as he takes his seat." Very informative and enjoyable."
There was enough time between your father-in-law exiting the cockpit and you that their whole conversation happened before you even reached the door. Amy didn't say a word to you as you walked through the door; she just secretly placed her finger to her lips, giving you the silence sign as she slowly uncrossed. Giving you a clear two-second view of her naked pussy and ass, with Mr. Jones's cum dripping out of them before she slowly re-crossed her legs.
You hear her whispering, "There all yours," as you walk past. You wonder what she meant as you walk by her. She can't possibly mean what you just saw because she seems to be othering that to everyone that her father suggests, and if he had his way, it would be everyone and anyone until he got rid of you.
However, when you saw her stretched-out pink thong freshly covered in cum loosely bound on the floor under your chair, you knew that is what she meant.
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