Finally we landed in Greece and journeyed to our exclusive island accessible only by boat, Jack my dominating charismatic husband of 3 years, in his tight unbuttoned shirt displaying his sexy dark chest and fitting cargo shorts held me close making it clear I was his, yet held court and flirted with Zack, a somewhat floozy gayboy there with his dull sugar daddy who jput up with his antics.
Jack held court, often showing how loving he was to me. Micah, a being sculpted from an Eros mould, beautifully proportioned, graceful, softly spoken with a body, a swimmer would love.
At 5’ 7” a head below his Adonis Jack and easily enveloped in his large arms, lost in his broad naturally muscled chest. My long wavey curls tied in a man bun, released for his satisfaction when he fucked my body to the peak of orgasmic bliss.
He would never try to be a Master, to treat me as his sub, he just overwhelmed my body with his, his heart loved endlessly, his dedication to make sure I felt loved as his husband, I was his, and his proudest most treasured trophy.
There was Zack getting even more obvious as he sat next to him, pretending to be afraid each time the boat rocked grabbing Jack. Jack loved the attention, I spoke to Zack’s partner, he just shook his head dismissively at the spectacle and was otherwise so engaging with his conversation.
We arrived. Jack came to get me, to take our luggage, the perfect gentleman, not a glance or thought towards Zack. It was though he had turned off a tap. I knew he could turn it on just as easily as he had done so many times before.
We headed upstairs to our suite, Zack asked for the room number, but Jack just gave him a dismissive look, and we carried on. Once in, I knew why I loved him, he had picked a glorious spot, the sun was setting, the balcony was entirely private on this secluded terrace, stairs to the beach and even a private pool. I hugged him, kissed him and told him how much I loved him.
We had yet to unpack, but he wasted no time, in a blinding whirl, I was handled roughly, laughing uncontrollably as I pretend fought him. In minutes we were naked, he had fumbled for lube in one of the bags, found it and gave no quarter.
He pushed me on my back, dragged my legs to the end of the bed, his cock raging hard, bursting red like a hot poker, I felt the warmth of the hot oil lube. My legs pushed wide, he stood, stooped, pushing my legs on his shoulders, kissed me hard, his tongue deep, never stopping, kissing harder, deeper and eating my cherry lips he adored. Then he looked deep into my eyes, a wry smile, I knew the signal. He probed, he aimed and 9 thick inches slammed into my tight pussy, his hand grabbed my bun, his chest fell on mine, I shot up in shock but could not move. My hair came undone. I was undone.
He raised himself up, his cock fully impaled, grabbed my ankles and raised my legs, with no mercy he attacked my pussy, looking at me with lust and fire in his eyes, he fucked me rough and hard, I screamed in ecstacy, my body trounced up and down as I arched and fell, my hair tossed wildly but he was unmoved, he picked up his pace, slapping my ass harder and louder, then he let out a massive cry as he came deep, so much cum flowed like a waterfall, it sent my body into a seismic orgasm as he came again, I came hard, as my body shuderred, twisted and jerked widly, my moans, silent screams lost in a haze of bliss.
He placed his arms under my shoulders and raised me quickly as he sat on the bed, I was on his lap as I trembled and shook, he held me tight and close to his chest, my face buried in his chest hair. He raised my chin, kissed me so tenderly, his cock sealed our bodies as one.
Lifting me up he took us to the shower, still wrapped around his hips, he kissed my neck as the warm water fell, he lowered me gently and washed and massaged my body, I lathered him all over, kissing his feet, his sexy hairy legs, tongued his pussy hole, cleaned and licked his cock, he turned my body to the wall, put the shower off.
In that hot steam he fucked, my back arched back, his muscled arm wrapped around my throat, I came on the wall, he turned me again, made me kneel and came on my face, lifted me back on his hips, and licked his cum off my face, then kissed my mouth and fed me his cum, we ran the water again.
He unpacked, picked a hot number for dinner for me to wear, we dressed and went for dinner. Holding hands, his boys still swimming in my pussy hole, I plugged my ass and walked like a prince who had it all.
But for Jack, once he had started, harder he had fucked the greater the adrenalin rush, it had to run its course to the end no matter who got fucked or hurt, and it was not always me. I knew it. He hooked up. And he told me every time it happened. Once he fucked to his limit, it had run its course. This was our undoing, I could take no more, this vacation was make or break for us.
In the beginning of our life together it was just me, but as our sex hit new highs, as it mushroomed to orgasmic levels we had never experienced, the more his need for a fast fuck, treating the hook up like a whore, a rough but fast fuck, his body was not to be touched just his cock to be pleasured.
Now here we were, a break away, to try to stop the cycle, no more hook ups here, just us. Go cold turkey I warned him as it was destroying us, a man who keeps fucking whores even though I had met his every need could not be my lover, my husband.
I knew I had reached my limit. And he had agreed, said he had to seek help too.
Jack was on an adrenaline high, he had a group around him and was loving every moment, Zack and his hubby Morris, were on our table, Zack was seated to Jack’s right, Morris was keeping him in check but through Zack’s faux pas silk jacket I could see a tiny pink tank, hot jock shorts split on the side, no doubt that Morris had told him to cover up.
Then Morris mentioned a bridge game, spoke briefly to Zack. The music had started, Jack beckoned me to the floor but I was shagged, hoping he would keep his promise not to be tempted and come back up, but Zack leapt towards him, insisting he party the night away, Jack started to push him off reluctantly, but I saw what was about to happen, so I told him to have a good time and kissed him on his cheek, warned him about his promise and bade him good night. He gave me a big hug, saying he would be up soon, and before I could turn, Jack had his arm around Zack, I heard Zack say “now you’re all mine for tonight stud”, and joined the throng.
I walked along the beach despondent, Jack had switched me off like a light, he knew how much it hurt, what this vacation meant for our marriage. Would he keep his promise?. I had little hope, so I packed.
I had been so in love with Seth Peters, his best friend, a sexy hot Californian I had met at Uni and we hooked and fucked almost every night in his dorm, it took him time to come out as he came from an Orthodox Jewish family, but when he went home in the summer he took me. At a family party with the blessing of his family he came out, and introduced me as his love, his boyfriend. I was so happy.
But not Jack. He did all he could to ruin us, he spread rumours and I nearly broke as Seth and I constantly argued and fought and broke up. Then like a knight in shining armour, Jack rescued me, and spent months healing my broken heart after Seth publicly humiliated and dumped me. He had a massive punch up with Jack. I was shattered, much as I loved Seth, I believed at the time that Jack was my true soulmate.
But now I walked alone, I missed Seth, I would have been so happy now. Why did I allow myself to slip into this trapped ring, I felt like his possession though I knew he truly loved me , and I knew he had manipulated the end of my relationship with Seth because he told me and asked to be forgiven. I had asked him to apologise to Seth, and he did.
I went to bed late waiting for him, by now Jack would have fucked Zack, perhaps a quickie to start and a few more rounds in the back and on the beach for good measure for sure, when he came in to the room in the early hours somewhat tipsy, an ocean aura hit the room, I knew it was a fuck on the beach.
“Do shower first”, I said quietly, not turning in the bed to see him.
“Oh, you stayed up for me babe, won’t be long then I am all yours babe”, he replied, as though nothing had happened.
“And given where your cock has been, you had better give it a scrub Jack to get your latest whore’s pussy juices off”. I turned this time to see him and caught his eye.
“Sorry Micah”, he looked down as he said it.
“You promised you would try Jack, and this is just the first night, so go fuck yourself, just go shower”. I replied. And tears rolled down as I had packed, and had booked a flight out.
He came back to bed, in his jocks, he spooned my body, pressing his erect cock against my ass, “Come on baby, you know you want it, spread your legs, I love you, let me show you how much”.
But I turned my head around, “Sure”, I said, “how could I refuse you, but do me a favour Jack, take that knife out of my back before you stab me with your hot poker, you had your whore tonight, now you want your husband to be your whore”.
“I have booked my return flight for 7 tomorrow Jack, no need to come back with me, stay and fuck as many whores as you like”, I added quickly.
He turned me to face him, he had anger written all over his face, “what the fuck Micah, don’t go man, come on I won’t go anywhere or do anything without you, it’s late, lets talk about it in the morning”, he said in a firm tone. He thought it was an evening flight, I just turned away and shrugged his arm off.
I slipped away as he was sleeping, my taxi arrived at 4am, I was taken in the dead of night across a rough cold sea alone to catch my flight at 7. I cried quietly all the way, the cold salty air a perfect foil.
He awoke in the morning late, saw an empty bed, he yawned and called out my name, silence. He went to the terrace and nothing, then he saw a staff member and asked if he had seen Micah on the beach only to be told I was gone.
His blood ran cold. He could not lose Micah, he panicked and ran in to check and saw that all my stuff was gone except his wedding ring. It was on the bedside table. No note.
He called me but it failed to connect, he called friends but they knew nothing at all.
In desperation he called Seth. He picked up. Seth was cold but spoke politely.
“Help me Seth, I have no right to ask but it’s for Micah, he needs me, and I can’t be without him”, he pleaded.
But Seth replied, “He deserves better than to be with a man who fucks whores all the time, he was leaving you Jack, but I persuaded him to give it a another go because he loves you, fuck knows why, and you love him but you fucked that up on the first night, he even wanted to end it all that night”.
He is here a couple of days, Jack, then he is leaving for Argentine, to take up an amazing job offer he was made a while ago but turned it down for you” said Seth as he gave him flight details. Silently Jack wept, he had destroyed the only thing he loved for a shag. He booked his flight out, the only one he could get to stop Micah was late evening.
He went down, saw Zack come up alone, looking like his world had ended, no Morris but he perked up when he saw Jack who roughly grabbed his arm, and frog marched him to his villa, threw him on the floor, dropped his pants and shoved his cock down his throat fully. Zack was no match for Micah, he choked, suffocated, his eyes bulged but still Jack held him firm. He let go, fell backwards, had his shorts whipped off, painfully tossed over, ass raised as he was bludgeoned, no lube, no spit, Jack’s mast bust his pussy to the hilt. With his fists pressed on his back, he hit Zack's harder with his cock, Zack arched back as his screams abated and his deep moans took over.
But that it incensed Jack so much that he rose with Zack caught on his cock, his neck held in a choke and now slammed on a wall, as Jack fucked him agressively, Zack could not breathe, he was blacking out, he fell hard on the floor, cum sprayed all over his body like a jet spray.
He heard being told he was a whore, to get out, grabbing his torn clothes he left the room, he had to find a shower, he ran to the beach in his jocks feeling both pleasured and humiliated, it was one of the best fucks of his life, floating in the sea washing every trace of Jack off his body. For Morris.
Seth Peters was at the airport looking around anxiously, he too did not want his friend to go, it had taken his whole heart to be his close friend once more, and now he was off, but had he done the right thing by telling Jack?, would he even turn up.
It was time, he hugged him close, both in tears, Micah asked him to look after Jack, he turned and walked through security, but just as he cleared the gate he heard his name being called out, commotion broke out in security, he heard his name again. He turned, there he was. Jack.
Three guards pinned him down. But Micah intervened and assured the guards. In a quiet room, Jack begged him to stay, he held him like he would never let go. And Micah felt safe and loved in his arms wishing he never had to leave.
“Jack”, he whispered softly, “Please let me go, I love you so much, if you want me home, I will come back to you, but these hook ups are killing me, they take away the joy of our love, so please please Jack, if you love me, please let me go”. He could feel Jack’s tears fall on his neck, he kissed them away, “I will always love you, always, but please let me go, please, at least for now”.
Jack said nothing, but he rose and took his hand, composed himself, walking out of the room, he took him back to security and told them, “Make sure he does not miss his flight”, he hugged me close and kissed my lips then let me go. I turned once.
Jack fell into Seth’s arms and broke down completely. Seth knew he had to fix his once best friend, he knew him better than anyone, this is why long after he and Micah had run their course, he had still fought to keep him, even though he was fucking the cheerleader Jo-Jo’s flexible ass like a rabbit several times a day and always before a match performance to loosen up and lube his hole.
Joseph ‘Jo-Jo’ Castalan was Seth life partner now and a performing arts director, a close friend of mine, he had brokered peace between myself and Seth, he had tried to get me to take up a prized medicinal research project in the Atlantic Forest with his cousin, an eminent scientist Roberto Castalan. To get me away for a while from Jack. And now both Seth and Jo took me to the airport.
I arrived after a long arduous air and road trip at my destination, Jo’s home, Carilo. Welcomed by his family, I still had to trek many miles to the research camp site, it would just be the two of us.
He stood there, his long black hair, his sharp features, his slim dark haired body, just a vest, his carefully considered gait as he welcomed me wholly and completely with no inhibitions, a man of few words, I was bonded, here I had found peace. I was mesmerised by him. Trusted him instinctively.
There was no shower, he took us to a spring, he removed all my clothing, he took his off, then body to body he held me close as we entered the cold water, fully submerged, his body the only warmth I felt and needed in that cold water.
Then he let me go, found a plant with natural oils and bathed my body touching every part sensually as though it was meant to be. He held my hand and pulled us both to a soft grassy bank as I lay on my chest, I felt more oil drip on my crack, it soothed, it heightened my pussy lips as they tingled, he placed his knees by my side and slowly his cock entered my hole, it was so natural, he lay on me fully and slowly for a time that drifted carelessly he moved slowly with every stroke a gentle strike as my climax built, his rose and he let us come together, the soft breeze took our sounds of pleasure into the forest. He slipped us back in the water.
That night, in his chest, his beautiful body wrapped around mine, I slept so soundly so peacefully. He was the angel I needed, but in my dreams and in my heart stood Jack, my husband, my fate.
I had written to Jack to tell him to move on if he wished, I loved him, I always would but would never divorce him unless he asked. I gave him no address, my phone not working.
I worked with Roberto for 6 months, he worked on me and on days of rest, he would make love sensually and slowly in places that were so breathtaking it took us to heaven before he took me to nirvana, always coming deep in my body.
I was to return to my Uni where I worked as a research scientist for two weeks to present my findings, and it was time to face Jack, perhaps even to go home to be with my husband if he would have me. I knew that Jack had needs like no other, I would not be surprised to find another in my place perhaps enduring the same infidelities, as I had given him permission.
Two days later after I left, Jack was at a gay bar, this hot sexy brooding stud had no end of admirers who he dismissed, all of them saw hot sex, so did Micah, his true love and to this day his greatest lover. But Micah saw him right through, he had loved Jack through thick and thin, never once hurting him as Jack had done to him, until that day at the airport when he left. That pain had remained.
Then this young attractive guy who looked like Micah came up and told him that all he needed to get over his blues was to release his blue balls anf fuck till he was spent. He took his hand and went around the corner to the guys place, Jack wanted no intimacy, he lubed and aimed at this opened pink hole that winked invitingly. He paused.
Then he said sorry, for the first time he had pulled back, his desire for pleasure had ruined his life, he grabbed his pants and left in a hurry. And from that point he vowed celibacy until he would know for certain that Micah had moved on and found his calling with another. He needed help with his drive.
Seth had not told Jack that Micah was returning, he saw his friend often, he saw Jack change from holding court into someone who gave attention rather than seek it, a side he only ever showed to Micah, to Seth and Jo.
Jack had respected Micah’s request and did not probe but whenever Jo shared details, he listened to every word, a tear would form that he quickly wiped away. Jo knew that Micah and Roberto bonded, as he had wished but did not hurt Jack, it was up to Micah.
They came to his door, Micah was shaking, but Seth and Jo both at a towering 6 feet just like Jack, held me close behind them, almost hiding, they had welcomed Micah to theirs just in case.
It was still early morning, a bleary eyed Jack appeared in his dressing gown partially undone, and in his boxers. He looked like he had just fucked all night, I was crestfallen and turned away, but he saw me, leapt through Seth and Jo, and hugged me so tight, literally with tears streaming down his face as he lifted me clean off the ground, kissing me. Then he realised he may have got carried away, and put me down apologising.
His scent was his own, I had missed it, there was no other. I sweetly kissed his lips and asked to come in, he looked astounded and said, “but this is your home my love, it will always be yours, welcome home”.
Then Jo made up some pathetic shopping excuse, nudged Seth to get my case, but Jack insisted they came back for lunch.
I entered, the place was a bit of a mess. He saw me and said just like him, it had become a hot mess. He would clean up, but I held him and said that we would tidy up and I quite liked the hot mess.
I hugged him, told him I still loved him, missed him but then gently shared my bonding with Roberto, it was sex therapy, it was a gift that showed me how to make love, to make it last, and each time every sensual session ended I found myself to be loving Jack even more. It was the healing I needed. I told him I was here for two weeks, then had to go back. But I would not be intimate with Roberto anymore.
I told him I would be done in a few months, our research was making good progress. He had felt pain knowing Roberto had fucked me so well, but he also knew I was being cared for, the pain that he had caused was sexual and therapy was the only way.
He told Micah that he had tried to change, he had hooked up once with a look alike, was about to penetrate but he left and from that day he had remained celibate. I was thrown. I asked why when I knew he needed the sex.
He said, that the best lover he knew and loved had gone, sex was a reminder of how he had driven me away, it was too painful, more than that by not fucking like he did, his adrenalin rush had gone.
He wanted to be more himself and not hide behind the facade of his sexual being and body. He wanted people like Seth and Jo to see him the way I did.
I saw his hurt, I jumped on his lap and undid his gown, I kissed his chest, his muscled sexy hot pecs, I roamed his armpits, licking them with abandon, he lay back in bliss, as I explored every crevice, sucking his nipples hard, working my way down to his boxers, he raised his hips and I pulled them off, his raging cock already leaking needed to come home, in one swoop like an eagle catching it’s prey, I swallowed his whole cock.
He jerked suddenly at the sensation letting out a howl of pleasure and months of cum flooded my throat, so much that I had to pull up, swallow and go down again. He was a hot mess, my face was red, my eyes bulging, I tried to sink again but instead he bent down and deep kissed my mouth, his tongue probing deep, eating my lips, biting then again kissed me deeply. Panting, we just smiled.
“Well”, I said, “that was a hell of a blast, I don’t need lunch, so fucking hot Jack, take me, fuck me like a whore Jack, then we can sexercise, stay the course by loving each other like we are one body for hours Jack. I missed you, I missed this”.
This time, like never before, he made up for lost time, he used my body like a toy, rough fucking my hole, my throat, he was at it for two hours, he came over and over, I orgasmed over and over, six hickeys for every conquest. We showered together.
Seth and Jo came for lunch, they could see I was wrecked, a tad worried the bad old times were back, Seth was having a quiet word with Jack to make sure I was Ok.
They left, and in seconds Jack peeled his clothes off, he slowly stripped my body, led me upstairs to our room, he had changed the sheets, and for the rest of the day consumed my body inch by inch, slowly moving hitting every spot, till the sun set and we slept, once more I felt at peace, this time with a man who made love so beautifully, a man I loved so completely. Roberto’s task was done.
On the day, I had to leave, I held him, never wanting to let him go. It was for six more weeks, never once did he hook up, we had learned to go the distance, he had it all now just with his love.
And to celibacy he returned as did I.
On my return, Roberto had developed an affliction, or so I thought, and as we progressed on our project he started to fade. I knew, as Jo had told me, his dying wish was to discover the perfect medicine that would counter the effects of opioids, too late for him as his body was ravaged, but with my global reputation, it was possible. And we did it.
Still I stayed to care for him, to be by his side, rarely hearing from home as communication was impossible, even posted letters never arrived. It was devastating, I cried each night. This loving soul was an angel in my life, he had loved me and shown me a path for my own love selflessly.
Then one night he asked to sleep in the porch, to see the stars in a spectacular constellation, I lay by his side as we wrapped warm and held him close as we watched our lives light up with stars, they reflected back in his soft eyes, then he rested.
The sun rose, a new dawn, but he had gone, I screamed in rage trying to wake him, I wept uncontrollably, alone in this remote villa.
As I lay quietly crouched on my knees weeping, frozen by grief, I felt a hand caress my curls, I thought it was Roberto again, but another strong arm lifted me up and took me deep into his chest, held me tight, comforted and made me safe.
He said as he kissed my head, “I have come to take you home baby”. It was Jack, he kissed me, I kissed him back, how did he know. He showed me a telegram from Roberto and all it said was, ‘come and take your love home, my time is done, love him, cherish his soul, there is no other like it”.
My hot mess was no more, he was undone, he was just hot, he was all mine, and only hot mess was our bodies as we ravaged each other, then made love to the top of that mountain and back.
The awards I won, I dedicated to the graceful soul of Roberto, to my Hot Mess that is still Jack to this day.
To get in touch with the author, send them an email.
