My husband didn’t return for two days after the incident he ..
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My husband didn’t return for two days after the incident he witnessed between me and Jamarcus at the cove. Steph was so absolutely distraught over John’s sudden absence that I had no choice but to confess the entire scenario to her. My daughter was apoplectic over what she perceived as either my delusional stupidity or an extramarital affair that I’d engaged in for my own selfish pleasure. While I certainly couldn’t begrudge her for the distrust, I knew with absolute certainty that there was nothing delusional about my fears for her safety. The problem was her y0uthful naivety. She simply had no concept of what Jamarcus’s needs could drive him to. She was basing her entire perspective on the types of men she was accustomed to. The docile type of male who lovingly provides for his wife and family. But the truth, as I saw it so clearly in my mind, was that our husbands were simply not cut from the same cloth as Jamarcus.
For his part, Jamarcus kept to himself for the two days my husband was gone. It clearly wasn’t lost on him that his employer, with whom he’d only recently inked one of the most lucrative contracts in league history, had just caught him ejaculating in his pretty wife’s mouth. He had every reason to feel sheepish, and his anxiety over the situation made me feel uneasy for some reason. As a result, I went out of my way to assure him that I would handle this with my husband and that he had absolutely nothing to be concerned about. As long as he agreed to keep this entire event a secret once we were back in St Louis, everything would be fine.
Ever the supportive newlywed husband, Martin made several sojourns into the denser interior of the island looking for John, but every time he would return without success. Steph refused to even look at me for the entire time John was gone.
When he finally stumbled back into camp, John looked gaunt and frail, as if he hadn’t eaten at all in his absence. He seemed the most defeated I’d ever seen him, and it made me sad down to my very core.
Steph was obviously elated to see her father and ran to embrace him. They hugged one another tight for what seemed like several minutes before John finally released her and locked his eyes onto mine.
He then shuffled slowly past a seated Jamarcus and walked directly up to me. “We need to to talk” was all he said before walking to the edge of the camp and into the thicker brush for a bit of privacy. I nervously followed, noting offhandedly how the entire trajectory of my life could be dramatically shifted within the next several minutes.
Several feet into the thicket, John turned and faced me. “When we return,” he continued, “I’m going to file for divorce. That’s that. In the meantime, I’ve set up my own camp about a mile away. Steph and Marty are free to come with me or stay here - I’ll leave that to them. But you are not to come anywhere near me. Ever again. Am I clear?”
Sobbing uncontrollably, I pleaded with John, desperate for an opportunity to explain my actions that day on the beach. He would hear none of it.
And with that, my husband walked back within the borders of the encampment, grabbed an armful of personal items and left. Within three hours, Steph and Marty had packed their own belongings and left to join him.
The remainder of the day was an absolute blur. My intentions had been nothing but noble, and yet somehow I’d managed to lose everything - my husband, my daughter, my entire fucking life. I spent the entire afternoon and evening on the beach, cradling myself in a seated fetaI position with my back against a palm, just staring off into the ocean. I desperately wanted to explain things to John and my daughter. Make them understand that if I hadn’t gone down this path, it was Steph’s petite, feminine body that Jamarcus would most likely be using to m33t his needs. And let’s face facts, a man like Jamarcus is only going to be satisfied for so long with an occasional hand or blowjob. At some point he’d be needing pussy. And Steph was way too fertiIe and tight to risk the possibility of Jamarcus even getting a taste of life between her soft married thighs. Why couldn’t my family see that I was making this sacrifice for them. For christ’s sake, had Steph been too fucking blind to see Jamarcus’s primal reaction to our nudity at the cove? Did she not think he’d eventually come sniffing around for her tight little cunt for relief from the very ache it had fostered. And moreover, did she not also realize the potential of Jamarcus physically harming Marty in order to stake his claim to her pussy?
For better or worse, my path was set. Eventually the people who I loved the most in life would come to understand the sacrifice that I’d made for my family. And then things would finally be back to normal. We would eventually be rescued and returned to our lives. Jamarcus would play football for my husband, but that would be the extent of our relationship with him. And no one, and I mean no one, would have any cause to know that I’d been a willing whore on our island prison for Jamarcus. Keeping the beast inside of him tamed in the only way that a woman is capable.
Thinking things through that afternoon and into the evening had given me the perceived clarity and resolve that I needed to see this mission through to the bitter end. As vulgar as it sounded, every drop of Jamarcus that I could drain from his prodigious y0ung testicles was a drop that wouldn’t be enjoying the hospitality of my pretty daughter’s fertiIe womb. This was my new mantra. My calling.
And there was no time like the present to get started. So I went to Jamarcus.
At that point night had fallen, but Jamarcus was also awake when I sat down next to him. He was lying with his hands interlaced behind his head, and the light of the dying campfire seemed to dance in the whites of his eyes.
Without saying one word, I rested my hand gently on Jamarcus’s chest and held it there momentarily. Taking license from the absence of any objection, I slowly began to explore the undulating contours of his massive torso… eventually making my across the expanse of his lean and taut abdomen to the waistband of his athletic shorts.
Looking back now, I realize, quite clearly in fact, that all of my rationalizations regarding this course of action had been through a slightly murky lense.
The actual reality was that we would all be rescued and returned to our lives. In point of fact, we would all be home in St. Louis a mere four and a half months from that very night. Jamarcus would indeed play football for my husband, picking up his all-pro career right where it had left off. The only difference between my twisted delusions and reality is what the outside world would know of our existence on the island.
Contrary to my hopes, everyone within arms reach of a tabloid would know how Jamarcus had made me his very willing whore, and how I had made my husband a cuckold in the process.
And moreover, Jamarcus’s role in our lives back home would most definitely not be limited to simply being my husband’s employee. To the contrary, he would maintain a significant and enduring presence in my marriage with John.
And his relationship in Steph’s marriage with Marty was another story entirely.
