At little as possible

You want to make it through however long this is going to be with as much of your sanity intact, which means you have to do your best to avoid everything that involves your father-in-law and his plans to remove you, which includes Mr. Jones and what he is doing with your wife. So you do your best to pretend you didn't even see your wife thong under your chair while waiting for the plane to land.

Mr. Jones offered to take you to the beach with Amy. Greg accepted the other. However, you didn't want to be anywhere near your wife when she was out on a date with another man, so Mr. Jones politely dropped you off at his cabin first before taking everyone else to the beach.

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His cabin is a quant fully stocked, bed bedroom, one bath cabin. Despite being small, everything in it is top-of-the-line. Even the pull-out bed is better than the bed you have at home.

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It was a long, dull afternoon, but at least you were not watching a man attempting to steal your wife away, and it was not like this was the first time you had locked yourself away in the last few days.

Mr. Jones messages you at 6 pm that night.

I have a chef coming to cook us dinner. He should be there any minute now. If there is anything special that you would like, tell him, and he will make it.

You know that Mr. Jones and your wife will probably spend the whole dinner flirting, so you tell the chef you're not hungry. As a result, he only makes four individualized 7-course meals.

The rest of the party gets back at 7:15, which is just in time for them to start eating. At least no one objected to you leaving to go walk the beach alone. Although it's what you wanted, it still made you feel like the unwanted third wheel that no one cared if you were there.

At 9:05, your wife texts you.

I am sorry; I didn't know you didn't like watching me flirt with someone else in front of you. I just thought that since you like watching sex, you would enjoy watching flirting. I promise I'll try not to flirt in front of you anymore. So why don't you come in? It's getting late, and Ethan and I are about to have sex again ;) XOXOXO.

I can't seem to find a way for you to peek in on us, so if you want, I can try to secretly set my phone up for Facetime with you.

Have I told you how much you hate that she used Mr. Jones's first name so easily? But I guess it would be a little wired if she didn't call someone whom she has had sex with at least three times by their first name. Still, it's frustrating that Greg has managed to find a way to convince her that you actually like this shit AT ALL!

Still, you text her

No, that's ok!

Before she gets the wrong idea and starts setting it up.

And She quickly texts you back.

Ok, then I'll try to be as loud as possible so you can hear every last thing me and him are doing together. ;)

I left some of my dinners in the freezer so you can have dinner and a show if you want. Well, I go back in, so please don't text me, but I'll make sure we wait until I know your in. So please don't take long to come back because I don't know how long I can come up with an excuse that Ethan will believe without getting suspicious. Love you with all my heart XOXOXO

Once again, you find yourself cursing her father as you run back towards the cabin just so that Mr. Jones doesn't get suspicious of having to wait to fuck your wife.

Amy noticed you running because she texted you

Wow, honey, you didn't have to run. Ethan bought me some lingerie to wear, and I am just finished getting dressed, so you had time.

When you finish reading the message, you hear your wife's voice say, "Ok, you can turn around now. I am all done."

You can faintly hear Mr. Jones says, "Wow. You're the most beautiful thing I have ever seen."

"You certainly don't seem that excited for me to be the most beautiful thing you have ever seen."

You can hear Mr. Jone whispering, "I am excited. I am just trying to be a little quiet because of your father and the other guy… I don't know what's his name."

Your wife giggles as you hear her heels click on the floor. "Oh, Ethan… don't worry about my father. He is a heavy sleeper and won't wake up. And that guy… he had been cooped up in her all day. I bet he won't be back until midnight at the earliest."

That wasn't a single factual word in your wife's statement. Greg has always been the lightest sleeper around, and you doubt he is even asleep yet. As for the aforementioned 'other guy,' meaning you, you are standing right outside their room while doing your best to live through this torment without making it worse.

Your wife's words clearly convinced Mr. Jone because he was no longer whispering as he said, "Then come on baby, let me show you something."

Amy "Oh yeah, lick my pussy. Yeah, get that tongue nice and deep!"

A muffled Mr. Jones says, "Oh baby, your pussy is so fucking sweat."

Your wife answers, "Yeah, lick the sweat pussy."

Mr. Jones's voice becomes unmuffled as he says, "Oh am I going to do much more than lick it." As you hear her heels come off the floor.

Amy giggles like a high school girl. "Tell me what you are going to do to it," as you hear him carrying her over towards the bed.

Mr. Jones gently sets her down on the bed before saying, "Well, you're just going to have to wait to find out."

You hear your wife's fake pouting voice." Ah, but I don't like waiting, so you would just tell me if you really want me to make me happy." You couldn't help but picture her pressing her tits between her arms as she said that.

The bed makes a soft thug sound as if two bodies gently came to rest on top of it before Mr. Jones says, "Well then, I want to make sweet passionate love to it, for starters."

"Are you sure that his big cock here doesn't want to ravage my tight sweet pussy."

Mr. Jones says, "Maybe later, but first, I want it to know how special I think it is." Before giving off a little grunt which is quickly drowned out by a deep moan from your wife, "Oh fuck, Your cock, it just slipped in. It fits so perfectly."

The is a long kissing sound before you hear your wife's pouty voice again. "I know your cock wants to show my pussy have special it is, but what if my pussy wants you to make it feel special by ravaging it until it screams in pleasure."

Mr. Jones "I don't think I could ever say no to you."

The sounds of your wife squealing "Mah, MAH MAH!" behind a kiss quickly follow and match the pace and tempo of the sounds of the bed's rapid and repeated creaking.

Amy "Oh fuck... Not fair... How can my pussy... ah ah ... Make me scream in pleasure. Re ... If you ... Fuuu... Kiss me."

Mr. Jones paused his thrusts for enough time to regain his breath so that he could say, "I am sorry. I can't help myself. Your lisps look too perfect not to kiss them."

By now, your wife's voice has somewhat regained its composure. "If you must kiss something, then kiss these so I can still scream in pleasure from your cock."

If you were confused about what your wife was talking about, she quickly removes that confusion by moaning, "There you go, baby, suck on those titties. Suck on my perky sensitive nibbles." as their bed starts to creeks from Mr. Jones's thrust again.

Mr. Jones must be getting more excited about fucking your wife because the increased pace and volume of the bed creaking have both increased exponentially. Which causes your wife to scream, "YES... JUST LIkE THAT! BREAK MY PUSSY JUST LIKE THAT!"

Mr. Jones struggles to say, "BUT... I... DON'T...WANT... TO...BREAK...IT...BECAUSE...I...LOVE...IT!"

Your wife screams, "IF YOU LOVE IT, THAN TREAT IT THE WAY IT WANTS, AND USES YOUR AMAZING COCK TO BREAK IT!"

This causes Mr. Jones to roar, "Oh fuck I'm cumming!"

Amy moans, "Yeah, I feel it… I feel your warm dead filling me! Don't stop. I'm so close, fuck my tight pussy threw your cum."

From that moment on, Amy made sure that anyone within a quarter mile could tell what was happening inside Mr. Jones's bedroom. And if there was any doubt from the bed creaking, she made sure she cleared it up with her loud moans.

Even three fluffy pillows aren't enough to stop you from hearing and knowing what was happening to the woman you love in Mr. Jones's bedroom. So you didn't get relief all night. You still couldn't sleep Even when they finally stopped nearly an hour later because you were hunting by your wife's moans every time you closed your eyes.

What little dreams you had were just pictures of what you imagined corresponded to what you listened to.

Me. Jones claimed he had something important to do the following morning, so he had everyone up. After getting almost no sleeping for three nights straight, you have never been more tired in your life.

The world seemed like a blur to you in the morning as you were too exhausted to focus on anything. You went through the motions of the morning as if you were in a broken stupor, not paying attention to any one detail or task.

Amy and her father must have tried and failed to have a conversation with your at least half a dozen times before Greg was finally able to get your attention.

"Hay shit bag. I don't know what's going on in that head of yours, but you're going to want to see this." Even that wasn't enough to completely pull you out of your drunken stupor. If he hadn't physically grabbed your arm and ripped you outside, you would have missed the whole thing.

However, he did get you outside just in time to see the pictures seen of your wife holding hands with Mr. Jones as they stared out across the ocean, waiting for the sun to rise. The moment the first ray of light broke the horizon, Mr. Jones turned to your won't and knelt down on one knee. You looked on in horror as they were silhouetted with rising light from a picture that even Picasso couldn't paint as Mr. Jones proposed to your wife.

"Ms. Amy Jones, since the day I first laid eyes on you so long ago, I know you were the most amazing crazy free-spirited, beautiful woman ever. And the second I am around you, I realize even more how special you are and that I need you in my life always." He then pulls out a ring that must be at least ten times the cost of the one that you gave her as he asks her "will you make me the luckiest guy in the world?"

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