Greetings beloved readers, this is the second of a five part series. I will post each chapter about a week apart. Many thanks to fellow authors and occasional collaborators Friskee_cpl who gave me notes on the story and whose stories served as a vital inspiration for this tale.
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Roy was watching the lifeguard on his platform angrily bleat on his whistle while jabbing his finger out towards Jimmy. "One more time and I'm gonna throw you off the beach!" he yelled.
"Like to see you try!" laughed Jimmy from out in the surf. Wanda, who he'd been holding underwater again, was splashing away, looking for her bikini top. Again.
Up on the beach, the ginger-headed family from cabin E sat a couple of dozen feet to Roy's right. The kids, the son - "E-boy", Roy and Tuli called him - and his two sisters, laughed along at Jimmy's bullshit while the parents looked on with disapproval. The tall sister absently bit her lower lip between bouts of chuckles while her index finger dipped absent-mindedly into her bikini bottoms.
Good God
, thought Roy
. Is she attracted to that loud-mouthed, leathery artifact?!
Roy sighed. His thoughts once again fell onto too-fresh memories of his wife's rough anal sex with that same loud-mouthed, leathery artifact a few hours ago. He struggled to fight back the visions, but they were still too raw, arousing and repugnant all at the same time.
"You OK Bubbs?" asked Tuli from the beach chair to his left. Her body glistened with a thick sheen of suntan lotion. Beads of sweat dotted her sizzling skin and gradually crept down along the contours of her body.
Roy shrugged.
"A little freaked out, maybe?"
"Yeah, a little
.
"
"Want to talk about it?"
"What's there to talk about? Except... Jesus Christ, Jimmy is such a fucking asshole."
"Oh, Roy," she said soothingly. "Jimmy and Wanda are the perfect couple for a little vacation fling, exactly
because
they're so awful."
"Oh?"
"Well, yeah. Obviously, there's no way I'd ever leave you for
him
!"
"Yeah, I guess."
"And I know Wanda isn't your type either, even if she
is
cute and up for just about anything. Oh, She wants to go dancing with us tonight, by the way. I was thinking a nightclub would be a good place to go with those two. It'll be loud so we won't have to deal with their conversation," she laughed.
Roy didn't answer as he watched Jimmy lift Wanda out of the water on his shoulders. They turned and she waved to Tuli and Roy. The surf knocked them down.
"How long does this go on?" he asked.
"Well, that's kinda up to you, Bubby. If you want to call this whole thing off, we'll stop it. Or you can go along with it and we'll all continue screwing each other off and on for the rest of the week."
"It's all up to me, huh?" Somehow Roy doubted that. He was sure that Tuli had already devised a strategy to keep their little
ménage a quatre
on track a long as she wanted it. He couldn't see her eyes behind her sunglasses, but he knew that hard, calculating gaze was certainly brewing back there.
"So what's your imperial decree, Bubbus Maximus?" she asked with a flourish.
What could he do? Roy had seen the mask slip this morning. Behind the dark eyes of the woman he loved, he had seen the ravenous slut within. He was beginning to suspect that that ravenous slut was the
true
Tülin Oguz Gilbert. Sexually, she would always want more than Roy could physically give although Roy knew she'd do what it took to obey the letter of their vows, even if it meant fighting her appetites day in and day out. The prospect struck him as cruel; cruel like keeping a dog tied up in dusty yard or an eagle locked in a cage.
Indeed, he had seen her inner spark start to dim lately. Her eyes and movements had grown gradually duller as she settled into a career of teaching math to indifferent thirteen year olds and a sex life that was sadly becoming predictably predictable. But the spark was back now. He had looked into her eyes after Jimmy and Wanda left following their morning tryst and had seen a feral glare that made Roy wonder if he'd relit a spark or ignited a fuse.
"Well, I didn't say I wanted to
stop
," he said. "I've just never done anything like this before, and it's...
instinctually
hard to watch you have sex with someone else, especially you-know-fucking-who."
"You're right. It
is
hard," smiled Tuli. "But you're doing great so far, Bubbs; just great."
So far...
thought Roy.
Oh God.
***
Later that night, Roy found himself at a night club drinking a Heineken and watching Tuli dance. She was dancing with Wanda, the two of them shaking and twirling together with big smiles and sparkling eyes as Roy watched. Jimmy was off somewhere, mingling in with a group of barely-drinking-aged college kids. Roy had to admit, he might be an asshole but Jimmy was an excellent mingler.
Soon guys were dancing near Tuli and Wanda, moving close and cutting in. Tuli danced with several of them, her eyes lively and her body beginning to shine under a gloss of sweat. She was a good dancer, a very evocative, sensual mover. One by one her partners were quickly seduced as Tuli's sexuality radiated from her with every movement. Roy felt bad her partners; Tuli's game really was kind of cruel. Always, after a song or two, they'd lean in close to speak to her as they made a lets-get-outta-here gesture. But she'd point to Roy, who'd shake his head with a smug, sympathetic smile and show his ring finger. Game over.
The cruel game wasn't Roy's first choice. He would have liked to dance with Tuli too, but he had made the mistake of smoking too much herb with Jimmy -- some at the cabin, some in the car on the way over, some outside in the alley with a bouncer named Glenn about five minutes ago -- and he felt waaay too stoned to try to keep up with her out on the floor.
Tuli had shown much more restraint with Jimmy's dope, having smoked only a little and that quite a while ago. "It makes me too horny. I'd get us in trouble if I got too blotto," Tuli had said. Roy had laughed but she had insisted she wasn't kidding. Still, Roy's stoned brain had liked the idea of Tuli achieving a dangerous level of horniness.
Roy took a good look at the guy currently dancing with Tuli. He was young, probably early twenties, with close-cropped hair and deep blue-black skin that bespoke an elemental level of African-ness unusual in America. He was dancing without a shirt, holding Tuli close as he mashed her lovely breasts against his chest in time with the music. He could see the kid push his crotch against her belly as her brought her back close after a twirl. He watched her eyebrows shoot up her forehead in pleased surprise at the firmness that greeted her. Roy felt his cock stir in his slacks as he watched his wife shamelessly lead the poor kid on. It was a cruel game, but a fun one.
Suddenly, there was Wanda again, dance-walking out into the crowd. She tapped Tuli on the shoulder just as Roy felt a wash of beer-breath across his ear.
"Hey, bro, let's get the fuck outta here," said Jimmy, his mouth inches away, his voice a shout straining to be heard over the pounding music. Jimmy pointed to a crowd of about a dozen college-age kids coagulating by the door. "We're gonna go party on the beach."
