You don’t want to leave them alone

Honestly, you know it would be best for your sanity to ignore them and your wife's cum crusted thong under your seat. But you really don't trust her father or Mr. Jones not to try anything when you aren't looking. Thus you know in order to protect the love of your life, you are going to have to play her father's sick little game. So you quickly pick up your wife's used thong and stuff it into your back pocket. Your stomach nearly turned over when you started feeling your ass getting wet from Mr. Jones's cum seeping through your boxers. But you tell yourself that no matter how gross this gets or what you see or hear your wife do with Mr. Jones, you can make it through it because as long as you don't let Greg pull any funny business, this has an end date. And as long as it has an end date, you will go through anything for Amy.

The plane lands

Mr. Jones takes control of the group on the tarmac as he proudly pronounces, "If it is ok with Greg, I am going to take Amy to the beach. Now I know you two have work to do, but you both are welcome to tag alone if you have the time."

There is no way in hell you will let your wife out of sight when she is with this stranger, so you say, "I got my work down in the cockpit while Greg was getting his flying lesson." Before Greg could even open his mouth.

Mr. Jones looks extremely disappointed by you saying you will tag along, but he doesn't protest as the car pulls up.

You all have gotten changed and are out on the beach within 30 minutes. The beach that Mr. Jones took you is a pristine private beach without another soul for mines; however, everyone's eyes were too focused on your wife, who was wearing a tiny tight white bikini that Mr. Jones had just bought for her, to really appreciate the environment that he provided.

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Mr. Jones's hands didn't leave Amy 's body from the moment she got changed. It started out as childish playing. Mr. Jones would splash her, and Amy would splash. You hesitantly watch as your wife childishly flirts with another man. With each splash, they get a little bit closer to each other. You have seen them fuck, so watching her flirtatious being playful with him or even watching them get physically close to each other shouldn't bother you as much as it does. But this felt different. Maybe it's because you are a guy, and thus you can rationalize fucking someone you have no feelings for. Watching your wife get along naturally with a man who likes her just felt more wrong. It looked like they were getting closer in more of an emotional way rather than just a physical one with each step closer they took. Your whole body began to move at their beat, as your heart nearly stopped with each step they took towards each other.

You waited on agonizingly painful bated breath, for which one would be the first one to make contact.

Amy is the first one to make physical contact when Mr. Jones splashes her a little too close, so she giggles as she shoves him backward. When Mr. Jones tries to shove her back, his hands land directly on Amy perfect breast. He freezes in his place once he realizes what he has done, out of fear of acquiring Greg's wrath as this is the first time he has made contact with any of Amy 's privates directly in her father's sight line. Any man would be nervous touching a woman there in front of her father. Because what normal father would be happy to see that? But Greg isn't a normal father, and he acts like he didn't see anything. Now there's no way Greg didn't see what Mr. Jones did as his hands were there for at least two seconds, and Mr. Jones knew it. So like a kid that got caught get doing something naughty and didn't get punished, Mr. Jones tried testing the waters to see how much he could get away with. So when it's his turn to push, he leaves his hands on your wife's soft puffy mounds even longer until your wife pushes him back as she laughs. This time Greg doesn't even attempt to pretend not to see what Jones is doing; however, he still doesn't say anything. Now that he has no doubt that Amy 's father has seen what he has done and still shows no signs of displeasure, Mr. Jones gets even more daring. Instead of pushing this time, he reaches out and grabs her bikini, and pulls her in close.

Amy gently brushes Mr. Jones's hand to the side" Naughty, naughty, we are playing, pushing, not pulling." Before winking at him.

Mr. Jones looks back towards Greg one last time to see if he would stop him, which gives your wife a chance to secretly send you an air kiss. When he sees that Greg hasn't stopped shipping his cola in his beach chair, Mr. Jones decides that her father is never going to stop him, so he stops looking back altogether. "Why would I ever want to push a beauty like you away?"

Your wife blushes. "Compliments will get you far."

Me. Jones asks, "Far enough that I can do this?" Before he slips his hands inside the back side of Amy bikini and pulls her close.

Amy gives off a fake "Oh no, I think a big fish swum up your shorts." Before calmly asking, "Unless what I feel is trying to tell me it wants what it got on the flight."

Mr. Jones:" I know of a little nook over there that no one is at this time of day where you can find out."

Amy "Oh, that sounds fun. Just let me tell my daddy. I'll be OK, and I'll follow you there." she doesn't give him a chance to say anything before running off towards you and her father. She may be looking at her father, but you know she is talking to you as she says," Honey, he is taking me over there to have sex; I know you want to watch, so I'll make sure you're there before we start."

You painfully watch as your wife trots off in the water holding another man's hand. When she was out of sight Greg said, "Well, you better get going. My princess looks horny as hell, and it would be rude to keep her waiting."

You whisper, "It's better to know than to not know." Before quietly getting into a position where you can peek in on them.

You watch as your wife strokes Mr. Jones's cock while her eyes dart around in search of you. She turns her full attention back toward Mr. Jones the moment she notices you and says, "Oh baby, I think I was right; this thing wants what it got on the plane. Good thing I want that really… really badly too." Like a rabid dog, Mr. Jones picks up your wife as she pulls her bikini to the side so that he can drop her right on his rod.

It is frustrating watching your wife's eyes roll back inside her skull from cumming in a way you never could make her as she moans another man's name.

Mr. Jones moans, "Oh fuck ... I think... I think ... I love you!" Those words cut sharply through the warm summer air and steal your breath, and your will, but someone Amy manages to show no signs of it affecting her as she moans, "Oh yeah. I feel you cumming. I feel your seed, and it's making me CUM!!!"

The images of your wife cumming with a man who confessed his love for her hunts you. But you aren't given much time to dwell on it because the moment they calm down, they start swimming back, meaning you have to leave too, and You make it back just in time not to be caught.

Mr. Jones just confessed his love while having fantastic sex and is now standing in front of the father of the person he had sex with, with the smells of their sex strongly radiating off him. But yet, he still seems perfectly calm as he says, "I have to make a call to get something prepared for tonight, so why don't you three enjoy the beach for a bit longer, and then I'll come back and get you."

Amy waist until Mr. Jones is gone before asking, "So honey did you like the show?"

You do your best to hide your anger as you say, "It was something, I guess, but I was meaning to talk to you about what he said at the end there."

Amy giggles. "Oh, that. Pay it no mind, Honey; people say crazy things when they cum."

You snap, "I don't think it was that crazy," causing her to blush. "You liked it, didn't you?"

How the fuck did she confuse 'you snapping at her' for you liking it. "No…. No! Of course not!"

Amy giggles. "You have nothing to be ashamed about, you're my husband, and I'll make sure Ethan fully fulfills every kink you have tonight." You are about ready to set her straight, but Mr. Jones comes back before you can say anything.

Mr. Jones "I have a private chef coming to my cottage to cook us a custom 7-course meal. I hope you all like Wagyu."

Greg face lit up when she heard the expensive cut of beef. "Of course, that will be wonderful."

In fact, the food would have been more than wonderful, most differently the best you ever had, if it wasn't ruined by your wife actively flirting with another man, another man that confessed his love for her a few hours ago.

What made the dinner worse was that you knew when it was all over, everything was going to get worse. And worse it got as your wife gave a fake yawn, "Ethan dear, I think I am getting tired. Would you like to come to bed with me?"

Mr. Jones grins, "I would go anywhere with you," Before following her into his bedroom. Amy didn't even wait for Mr. Jones to close the door before jumping into his arms and French kissing him. Amy distracted Mr. Jones so much that he completely forgot he only closed the door three-quarters of the way.

Thus you and Greg were able to watch the whole thing. Mr. Jones slowly unzips your wife's dress allowing her to step out of it and show off her body as she stands in front of him in a black strapless cropped corset lingerie, which was hidden under her dress.

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Mr. Jones says, "Wow," as your wife twirls before him to show off how the corset and matching thong hugs her body perfectly.

Amy runs her hands down the curves of her body as she says: "You like? I hope you do because You did buy it for me."

Mr. Jones "Oh... It looks better than I ever imagined it would. "

Amy giggles like a happy schoolgirl. "What did I say about complements?"

Mr. Jones grabs both of her exposed ass cheeks and lifts her in the air. "That they would get me anywhere."

Amy "Oh Ethan, what is a girl to do with you, when you can get her to do anything."

Mr. Jones gently sets your wife on his bed before kissing her head and answering her." Well, she should just enjoy herself around me."

Amy opens her legs, allowing Mr. Jones's now naked hips to slip inside her long legs and press his prominent member against the wet slit that it has become very acquainted with over the past few days. From your angle, you have a perfect few of her enormous cock head as it passes through your wife's lowers lips. After all this time, this is your first time actually seeing it. Every other time it was already in your wife by the time you got to where you could see, or you were too far away to see. It dwarfed you as much as his economic power dwarfed you. It is astonishing that her hips can even fit inside of her. You watch as her legs spread even wider and twitch as he slides his head inside of her.

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In just a short few days, Mr. Jones's cock must have away shaped your wife's pussy away from you, and towards him because, to your shock, his cock easily slides in.

Amy "You feel so good; I hope I feel just as good for you!"

Mr. Jones moans back, "I have never felt something so good and so right in my life." As he starts gyrating his cock in and out of your wife's womanhood.

Amy looks her hands around Mr. Jones's neck, which slows his thrust down, stabilizes herself, and forces him to look her in the eyes as she says, "Ethan, that is so Good because I think... I think."

You instantly know what your wife has done. Even though she has just taken a cock head that is bigger than in cock head you have ever seen in porn, she still managed to keep her head straight enough to perfectly set up Mr. Jones.

Mr. Jones is a businessman among businessmen, and he isn't about to let someone else make the first move. So he quickly bursts out those words that hurt the most "Ssh... Know, I know. I love you!"

Amy "How do you know that was what I was going to say?"

Mr. Jones "Because I know you."

Amy locks her hears behind Mr. Jones's ass as she says, "I wouldn't be so sure about that."

Mr. Jones slowly thrust into her, causing your wife to moan while saying, "If I didn't know you, how would I know that you want to hear me say that again."

He was right; your wife did want to hear him say those words that kill you again; he just wasn't right on the reason why. Your wife gives off her familiar fake pouting voice as she says, "Maybe, but then Ethan, please help a poor helpless girl like me and tell me what would a strong, powerful man like you wants?"

This was a risky play for your wife. Not that she didn't know what Mr. Jones wanted; anyone listening would know what he wanted. This risk was attempting to **** him to say it could ruin his mood.

However, your wife skillfully has Mr. Jones wrapped around her finger, and her play works "You know what I want you to say."

Amy (still fake pouting and taking Mr. Jones's slow thrust) "But I am not smart as you, Ethan, so I don't."

Mr. Jones: "I want to hear you say I love you back."

Amy: "Well, Ethan" (It hurts every time she uses Mr. Jones's first name) "I don't know if you have earned that yet. You may have to put in a bit more work tonight and say it a few more times before I say it back.

Mr. Jones finally understands the game that your wife is trying to play, at least the part of the game that she wants him to know, and he starts focusing on thrusting into her pussy. "Well then, I love you."

Amy "I certainly have loved the last few days." (Oh, of course, she would love the last few days because that range includes your wedding.)

Mr. Jones squeezes her tits. "What if I say I love you!"

Amy calmly says, "I would have to say I loved our time together."

Mr. Jones says, "Interesting..." before starting to pick up the pace of his thrusts whiles laughing, "I love you."

Amy giggles. "I love time our time alone."

Mr. Jones moans, "I love you."

Amy moans back, "I love our sex!"

Mr. Jones "Oh fuck yeah, we are getting close!" He takes a breath. "I love you."

Amy moans, "Yes, Ethan, I am getting so close. I love the way your massive cock feels inside of me!"

Mr. Jones "Oh shit, I am going to cum! Please say it! I love you!"

Amy "Not yet... I am so close through, but I do love the way your cum feels inside of me."

Mr. Jones's body goes stiff as a board. "Oh fuck I am coming; I love you... Oh fuck!"

Amy's whole body shakes under Mr. Jones as he fills her with his hot seed. "Oh fuck. It feels it...I feel your seed filling me... I am there. Oh fuck, Ethan, I am cumming! I love it!!!!" She looks over his shoulder and directly at you and screams, "I LOVE YOU!!!!!:

You watch as another man holds your wife as they both come down from cumming for thirty seconds before Amy says, "Oh shit, Ethan, you left the door open."

Mr. Jones panics, "Oh fuck!" as he tries to stand up from the bed, but Amy skillfully rolls out from under him and manages to get out of the bed first while saying, "Don't worry about it! I'll close the door."

She walks up to the door and pauses with her head poking out so that she is just a few feet away from you, with her cum dripping pussy clearly visible as Mr. Jones asks, "Did anyone hear us?"

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She winks at you and whispers, "I hope you enjoy the show. Good night my love." Before turning back to Mr. Jones and saying, "Nope, it looks like my dad went to bed, and John must have gone outside." As she closes the door, cutting you off from the room.

You didn't get much sleep that night. You stared silently at the door. After hearing them both say I love you to each other, even though Amy only said it in the heat of cumming, you no intention of allowing her to be alone with him the moment she leaves his room.

Mr. Jones looks pretty annoyed that you didn't give him space to be alone with Amy, but you didn't care. He got so annoyed that after four hours of you not leaving their side, Mr. Jones said, "Well Amy, it has been fun, but I have some work to do back home. You three are free to use my cabin for the week." You are so happy you finally drove him off. At least you were happy until he kissed your wife's hand and said, "In fact, I insist you stay here for the week so that I can come back to you." Before driving off in his car.