You're emasculated

You know that she didn't want you to make her cum because she wanted to be the dutiful wife that cares for the sexual needs of her husband, but deep down, you can't shake the feeling that she also did it because she would rather cum with Mr. Jones than you.

Believing that your wife would rather enjoy having sex with Mr. Jones over with you removes all your urges to do it again. So spend the next three days traveling the island with your wife in a nonsexual romantic way. To make matters worse Greg made sure to fuck the shit out of her when he was allowed back at midnight after the third day.

He walked straight into the cabin, shouting, "Princes, your three days are over, and you daddy back." He didn't even wait for you to get out of bed before he jumped on top of her.

Watching Greg make your wife cum over and over again as he bent her over almost every object that he could find only made you feel worse about not making her cum.

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Greg made sure that he was between you and your wife, with at least some part of him inside her every possible moment over the next few days. He kept fucking your wife for the next two days while you obeyed their every request. He only stopped fucking her when he feared it might interfere with her upcoming date with Mr. Jones.

If watching her father wasn't bad enough, you had to watch her be lovey-dovey with Mr. Jones again for another weekend.

On the bright side, you finally gkt to go home when their date was over, although your flight was on Mr. Jones's private jet, and they did rejoin the mile-high club on it, and he did plan another date with her after you landed. So I guess that wasn't much of a bright side; in fact, you were even more depressed when you realized that this **** was likely never ending as you silently drove home.

Amy insisted that she make love to you the moment that you got home, but you couldn't bring yourself to go inside of her knowing that she wouldn't cum, so you made sure you came before even going in. As a result, you ended up not even having sex.

That is how it went for the next seven weeks. Mr. Jones would take your wife out on a date on the weekends, which you would graciously volunteer to be the driver for just so that Mr. Jones or her father did have the opportunity to pull any funny business. And when you got home, you would cum next to her, so she would drop the issues about making love.

However, on the eighth weekend, something seemed different about Mr. Jones, as if he decided to do something whether you were around or not, which scared you, so you tried to be extra close that weekend.

It was Saturday night at 9:15 and 21 seconds, and they were looking over an empty field at sunset. You remember every detail of it because it was the moment that changed your life. Mr. Jones turned to your wife and dropped down to one knee. "Ms. Amy Jones, you are the most wonderful woman. Would you make me the luckiest man in the world and be my wife?"

You can feel Amy giving you a secret side glance.