Honeymoon in Hawaii Ch. 05

Brooke was melting like a block of ice exposed to a hot torch. The results of Max's firm swats now evident as her juice dripped down, falling on the shiny surface below.

"You see how wet that pussy is?" Michelle seductively cooed into Brad's ear.

Brad stood as frozen as Brooke, but unlike her ropes, Brad was held only by his desire to watch the art that was created in front of him. The pace of Max's swings remained consistent but the force was dramatically increasing, as the warm red glow gave way a bright red scalding heat. Primarily focused on Brooke's ass but making sure to include the back of her legs as well, Max flicked the tips of the heavy leather, striking like an angry viper.

If it wasn't for the constant flow of approval, leaking from Brooke's quivering body, her howling cries could easily have been misconstrued. The sting of the harsh leather was converted to feverish sexual excitement for everyone involved, but most obviously for Brooke and Brad.

"Wow, I'm not sure who is liking this more, you or her." Michelle pointed out as she reached down touching Brad's obvious approval.

"I bet you'd love to taste that beautiful wife of yours right now wouldn't you?" Michelle provocatively teased as she gently ran the tips of her fingernails along the underside of Brad's firm erection.

Brad was completely paralyzed at the sight of his beautiful wife's reaction, her body overflowing with pleasure from the sting of Max's heavy hand, as Michelle left his side and went to Brooke's side.

Michelle leaned down and whispered in Brooke's ear as Max landed some of the harshest blows yet. Brooke however stifled her response, apparently attempting to take in whatever she was being told.

Brooke appeared to shake her head in agreement to Michelle's words causing Michelle to pet Brooke as if to congratulate her for her response. Brad was curious to know what she had been told, but would soon enough find out.

Max eased his assault, withdrawing and handing the used whip back to Michelle, coming around to Brookes drooping head and placing his hand under her chin. As Max raised Brooke's gaze up to his and gave her an approving smile, Michelle collected up the other two discarded floggers and returned them to their residence.

Brad couldn't help but adjust his position slightly so he could see more clearly the expression on Brooke's face as Max leaned in placing a soft kiss on her cheek.

Quickly Max replaced the gentle kiss of his lips with the waiting head of his cock, as he presented his semi erect tool for her attention. Brad was hypnotized by the motion of Brooke's tongue as she licked the underside of Max like a cat cleaning her own fir.

Brooke continued bathing his cock with her saliva as she did her best to bring him to full potential, only able to reach his manhood when he allowed. Max was teasing Brooke with his cock, pulling just out of her reach, teasing her like the greedy little kitten she was acting like.

Brad was completely turned on at the show he was witnessing. The frantic desire of Brooke to reach Max as he grew larger mixed with the steady drips coming from her pussy, were fuel enough for his own burning desire. Brad wanted to be Max, but at the same time he wanted to watch the live fantasy as it unfolded.

Max finally rewarded Brooke with the tip of his dick, allowing her to wrap her lips around him, and experience the swell of his head as she had their first night on the island. Unlike the darkened hot tub on the first night, this time the spotlight was illuminating every detail. Brad could clearly see every drop of Brooke's saliva as it worked its way down Max's veined dick.

Brooke was eventually allowed access to the rest of Max as he pushed closer allowing her to take his swelling into her mouth completely. The experience at the pool had prepared Brooke for what to expect, as Max pushed himself forward forcing himself past Brooke's tonsils and into her throat.

Brooke struggled at first, fighting back her gag reflex, helpless to control the pace, as Max slowly fucked her mouth, but Max maintained his smooth thrusts working himself in and out as Brooke found her stride. The slimy results of his assault built up around Brooke's lips foaming up like the surf on the rocks outside. The drool falling from her mouth puddled up on the padded bench mimicking what was dripping from her twitching pussy.

Brad had been so enamored with what was happing to Brooke he hadn't noticed Michelle had returned to the action only this time sporting something extra. Michelle had returned wearing a black leather harness, securely around her waist, with a bright red phallus protruding obscenely forward, ready to please.

Michelle held her toy in one hand as she guided it into Brooke, pushing forward and hiding every inch of it inside her. Brooke was helpless to control any of the action, securely tied in every direction, unable to either escape or advance on either of her invaders.

Brad stood quietly watching, but fully prepared to join as a moment's notice. If it wasn't for the stamp on her lower back indicating she was his, that fact would have been completely lost on him at that moment. He felt outside the action, a spectator not a participant, unable to assert himself without permission, in spite of the fact it was his wife at the center of the show.

Max and Michelle worked together, timing their thrusts to match one another and meet in the middle. Max was pushing his cock deep into Brooke's throat as Michelle was pushing her red cock deep enough to reach Brooke's egger cervix.

Brooke's moaning grew around Max as her orgasm swelled, unable to avoid the relentless pleasure she was receiving, the feelings of fullness overwhelming her, as she was drained of her passionate release. Michelle withdrew exposing the slimy results of Brooke's joy exposing her now quivering pussy, leaving her feeling hollow and still wanting.

Brad could smell the scent of Brooke on Michelle as she approached him, her bright red plaything bobbing victoriously like a buoy marker in the sea.

"You want a taste?" Michelle teased with an evil grin on her face.

Was she asking if he wanted to suck her fake fuck stick? Brad was shocked at her question, but quickly relived when she continued.

"Go ahead sailor, it's yours isn't it?" Michelle giggled, motioning to Brooke's weeping hole.

Brad felt like a police dog released on a criminal as he attacked Brooke's hind end. The smell of her was like catnip. There was a primal desire to devour every drop of her luscious juice as it dripped from her. Brad plunged his tongue in her now loose hole exploring her smooth tunnel scooping up every drop, devouring it like a magic elixir.

It wasn't until Brad felt Brooke rocking back into him that he realized Max was untying her allowing her to experience the freedom she had been denied. Undistracted by it and driven by a primal urge Brad continued to scoop up the sweet aftermath of Michelle's labor.

It wasn't long until Brad felt the warm flow of juices once again flowing from Brooke as she bucked and moaned her gratitude. As the flow slowed from her, Brooke flipped over on the padded bench and smiled up at her husband's glazed face.

"You wanna fuck me?" Brooke seductively questioned looking up with a knowing smile.

Without even a response Brad grabbed her legs and attempted to pull her to the edge, getting her in position to fuck her.

"Easy, slow it down baby." Brooke instructed, tormenting her overwhelmed husband.

"Tell me something; do you like watching me suck another man's cock?"

Brad was embarrassed at her question. If he answered her out loud he couldn't take it back. If he admitted he was turned on by it would she think less of him, or would it turn her on to know he was aroused by watching her? Rather than answer her, he tried to avoid the question and just push forward showing her his answer by the stiffness he wielded.

"Answer me baby, tell me the truth." Brooke encouraged as she pulled herself back, preventing Brad's attempt from being successful.

Brad was desperate to enter her, completely aroused by everything that had happened, and lost in the passion of Brooke's behavior. Reluctantly he answered her; frantic to do whatever he had to, to feel the soft warmth of her interior.

"Yes. I love watching you suck him." Brad gasped, shocked at his own admission.

Brooke smiled at the revelation, pleased he was honest with her as she pushed forward to allow him a second chance.

"What if I wanted to watch Michelle fuck you, the way she fucked me? Would you do that for me?" Brooke inquired.

Brad was once again shocked at Brooke's questions. All he could think of was, wanting to fuck her. The thought of Michelle fucking him with her strap on was the farthest thing from his mind right now.

"All I want to do is make love to you baby." Brad responded, once again pushing forward trying to enter Brooke.

Brooke twisted her body away from Brad's attempt once again denying him entrance.

"Not until you agree to let Michelle fuck you, fuck you like she fucked Ron at the lake."

Brad was going mad with desire, wanting desperately to fuck his wife, and willing to do anything he had to, to get what he wanted. The words coming out of her mouth were almost unintelligible to him. She could have asked him to agree to anything at this point and he would have eagerly agreed.

"Ok, I will do whatever you want; whatever you want me to do I will do it. Please just let me fuck you." Brad pleaded.

Brooke gave him a giant approving smile as she pushed herself back into reach, allowing him to enter her already loosened pussy.

Brad pushed forward feeling the warm embrace of Brooke's welcoming body and instantly lost his control. Brooke wrapped her arms around him pulling Brad in close as he pumped his warm seed into her.

The realization of what he had agreed to suddenly hit him as the pulsing pleasure of his orgasm subsided. Instantly overcome with trepidation at what had been requested, Brad looked around fearing the impending onslaught of Michelle.

To Brad's surprise Michelle was face down on the dojo floor, her ass in the air violently being fucked by Max. Brad had been so involved with Brooke he hadn't realized that Max and Michelle had continued with their own activities.

Max was pounding Michelle like a jackhammer, aggressively attaching her rear entrance, as the red rocket flopped violently below. Brad was relieved she was busy, and he was avoiding the confrontation of Brooke's request.

Max was relentless. His physical stamina was not in question. His running and swimming had proven what great shape he was in not to mention the obvious lack of any body fat, but the sexual stamina he had was increasable.

Max rammed his way in and out of Michelle like a piston in an overworked engine. He pumped in and out of her ass as the sweat ran down his brow landing on the crack of her ass.

Brad had pulled out of Brooke, and stood there next to his used wife watching as Max pumped away like a machine unable to be satisfied. It was as if Max wanted to split Michelle in half, plunging his swollen cock into her once tight ass with reckless abandon.

Michelle started to push back into his violent thrusts as her body yearned for the warm strands of love from Max to coat her bowels, as she screamed out in approval.

"Fuck me, yes, fuck me you fucken stud." Michelle cried out.

It didn't take long and Michelle's dirty talking cries to turn to screams of joy as she was having her own orgasm.

"Oh fuck yeah. Fuck. Fuck." She screamed pushing back into Max like a crazed animal.

Brad couldn't help but wonder how Max did it. How did Max have such sexual stamina? How did Max hold out from cuming? It was hard enough for Brad to resist Brooke's mouth but to hold out that long only to then fuck Michelle's ass and still not cum? How did he do it? On second thought, why would he do it?

Max pulled out, leaving Michelle open and used. Her normally confident demeanor, reduced to a pile of feminine submissiveness. The sight of her laying there on the floor completely opened with her dangling menace was surreal. The previous persona of Michelle was that of a strong dominate women. Now she was reduced to a wanton slut, unable to satisfy the man fucking her.

Max stood up his cock sticking straight out, still as hard as ever.

"What do you say we go take a dip?" Max announced, as if they were all in a casual setting.

Brad thought it was strange. The way Max recovered and went on as if nothing had happened was strange. The fact he hadn't cum was amazing, but the fact he didn't appear to be at all acknowledging of it was strange.

Brad helped Brooke up from her perch, and gave her a loving kiss, confirming his love for her as Michelle got up, composing herself.

"Fucken, amazing as always," Michelle announced, as she gave Max a kiss of appreciation.

The four exited the dojo picking up their clothes as they left.

"If you guys want to jump in the pool, I will make us some drinks." Max declared as they walked down the hallway towards the main part of the house.

Brooke, Brad and Michelle continued on to the pool as Max detoured to the kitchen.

"Sounds like fun lover," Michelle responded, as they headed for the pool.

Brad could hear the voices of people coming from the pool as the three of them passed through the game room to the lanai, wondering who it could be. The fact they were all still naked concerned Brad but it wasn't like this was the first time he had been exposed to stranger.

"Hey there guys, sounded like you were having a good time." Logan called out from the pool.

"You remember Leilani right?" He continued.

There under the bright stars of paradise, in the pool was the beautiful young island girl with Logan and Ron, all skinny dipping in the warm tropical pool.