Nothing Like a Family Vacation Ch. 01

Chapter One: Trouble in Paradise

Tony banged on the bathroom door as I emptied my stomach for the third time.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Go away!" I yelled as I kneeled over the toilet. "I don't want to talk to you!"

"We can talk about this," Tony said, banging on the door again and trying to turn the handle. "You know I can break the door down."

Tony was my husband, and he had been a firefighter in his prime. Now he was a decorated and respected investigator.

"Do you want me to break the door?"

I wiped my mouth and stood up. "I am coming out," I nodded. I washed my mouth and opened the door pushing past Tony's sizeable muscular frame.

"All I want to do is talk," Tony said as he sat on the bed.

"I need to drink," I replied as I walked into the living room.

"They overcharge for...." Before I opened one of the tiny liquor bottles in the hotel's small refrigerator, Tony started to say.

"Go ahead, talk," I said as I picked up another.

We were in the mountains. This hotel was our favorite spot to get away, especially for the holidays. We had come up two days before our kids would arrive.

I say kids lightly, as the two were well past their childhood years. Katy was going on nineteen, and Dawson was going to be twenty-four. Katy was entering college while Dawson was in his last year.

Frederick, my oldest, was in the military and wouldn't be joining us this year.

I half-listened to my husband as he tried to explain himself. I drank the last of the tiny bottles as he droned on. What he didn't realize was that I was ready to puke again.

We had come up early because we wanted to rekindle a spark in our marriage, especially in the bedroom.

I didn't expect him to admit that he had been regularly jerking himself off to porn. I wasn't surprised about the porn as he was a man, and I had brought myself to a few late-night self-induced orgasms through a few porn videos.

What I didn't expect was the type of porn. Cuckold porn. Tony had saved hundreds of videos of men sitting in the corner watching their wives get fucked by other men. Tony revealed that he was interested in this for us.

At first, I watched just to see what the big deal was; maybe if I watched, I would find out why my husband wanted to fuck other men's wives as their husbands watched him.

Then it dawned on me as his dick formed a tent in his tight bed pants. He didn't want to be the man doing the fucking. He wanted to be the man in the corner.

When he told me he had a few guys in mind that would love to fuck me, I made a beeline for the bathroom. I couldn't imagine fucking another man with Tony sitting in the corner, jerking himself off.

"So, that's why I think...." Tony said as he looked at me. "You haven't heard a word I said, have you?"

"No," I shook my head. "I am your wife, yours!" I yelled at him. "I said, I do to you, not to some other guys!"

"And you would still be my wife," Tony sighed. "You asked me what my interests were, did you want me to lie to you?"

"Interests," I said as I looked at him. "Not your..." I stopped myself as I didn't want to call my husband a sick, perverted half-human. What kind of husbands would like to sit and watch multiple men use their wives?

"You were going to call me a Beta, weren't you?" Tony laughed as he got up. "Just like your brother when he found out about our son."

"You leave Dawson out of this conversation!" I said, standing up.

Dawson had come out of the closet in his first year of college, letting us know he was gay and had been dating guys for many years.

My brother had called him a Beta and other names, and I struck him hard. That was the last time my brother and I talked or saw each other.

"No," I shook my head. "I wouldn't call you that," I said, looking at Tony. No one would call Tony that, not to his face anyway.

"I am sure you were thinking it, though," Tony smiled. "Just like those retards that hang out in the forums calling other people names behind fake names and using anonymous profiles."

"I am nothing like them," I said, walking past him and into the bedroom. "If I wanted to call you that, I would, and you know it!"

I couldn't stand the keyboard heroes online thinking their opinion mattered in the grand scheme.

As someone that worked in the medical profession as a psychologist, it was all I heard about someone getting their jollies off by knocking someone else down. When confronted in real life, most fell like a ton of bricks. I should know I had faced a lot of them.

"So," Tony said.

"So, what," I asked. "If you are asking if it is something I would consider, I think you know the answer."

"Just like that?" Tony asked as he stood in the doorway. "What if I had asked you for another female to join?"

"Now," I said, shaking my head. He knew I had experimented in college and hadn't liked the experience. I had thought about it.

"Oh, now here comes the hypocrisy," Tony said. "Everyone thinks it's okay to have a threesome with two women and a guy, but...."

"No," I said, cutting him off. "A threesome is when all participants are involved, if you said you would be participating along with the other man, I would think about it. But you would not be participating. You will be just sitting there with your dick in your hand."

"What's the difference?" Tony asked.

I couldn't believe he was trying to justify his sick fantasy. "I will not be fucked by someone else while you watch, that's final!"

"Fine!" Tony slammed the door to the bedroom.

Then I heard the door to our room slam. I was sure he was going to one of the rooms we had booked for the kids.

I let out a scream and then plummeted backward into the bed.

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Katy and her boyfriend Mike were the first to arrive. They had flown in from Arizona. Tony hated Mike as he was one of those women come first types what the internet trolls would call a simp.

Even now, he was carrying Katy's bags and her purse. Katy wore the pants, shoes, and all the other clothes in their relationship, and all Mike did was say yes.

"Mike," Tony said as he looked at the bright red purse hanging off Mike's shoulder.

"Hey sir," Mike said as he held out his hand.

"Lose the purse," Tony said as he looked down at Mike.

"Dad!" Katy said as she took the purse away from her boyfriend.

"One day," Tony said as he hugged our daughter. "I am going to take him hunting, and he will return a changed man."

"I doubt that," I said as I looked at Tony.

I was sure as Metrosexual as Mike was, I doubt he would let someone else sleep with Katy while he watched. I had seen Mike get angry. Under all that gloss and spiky hair gel was a scary man.

"I love your nails, Janice," Mike said as he held my hands.

"Thought you would, but no, I am not telling you where I got them done."

"Such a pain," Mike laughed as he hugged me.

Dawson and his boyfriend Craig met us at the ski lift as we prepared for the mountain's most challenging course. They had come up later and were already geared for the slopes.

"Where's the other?" I asked as I saw them heading for us.

"Over there," Craig said as he pointed to a tall black male.

They had brought up one of their friends, who had nowhere to go for the holidays. Craig was tall and muscular, just like Tony. In contrast, Dawson was skin and bones. Their friend, on the other hand, towered over everybody. I guessed he was at least seven feet tall or more.

"Gregg meet the family," Dawson said as he introduced us.

"You must play basketball," Tony said, looking at Gregg.

Gregg wasn't just tall. He was very built and attractive. I had found a few black males attractive before I got married, but I never acted on it. Sometimes I wondered about it.

"You would think, right?" Craig answered. "No, our boy Gregg here is a big softy!"

"Keep calling me that, and I will make you a short softy!" Gregg smiled.

When Dawson first introduced Craig to the family, Tony tried to pull that macho bullshit, the man of the house crap, but Craig had none of it. Since then, Tony knew he had to choose his words. Now I wanted to blurt out his big secret and see how they all took it.

"We going to go skiing or just stand here?" Katy asked, staring at us. She was just like her mother, never holding back her thoughts.

"I have never skied," Gregg said, staring at all of us.

"Well, this course isn't for you," I said as I looked down the steep hill.

I saw one of the instructors that had taught us in the past. "Tim!" I waved.

Tim was the best on the mountain. "We got a rookie in our midst; can you take him to the beginners?" I asked.

"Sure," Tim said as he looked at all of us. He knew the whole family as we came here every year. "You must be the rookie," he said as he looked at Gregg.

"That would be me," Gregg laughed.

"Come on," Tim nodded. "I will get you going in no time."

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"You cheated!" Katy said as she punched Craig's shoulder.

"I didn't see a rule that said don't cut people off," Craig laughed as he pushed her.

The two of them acted like Frederick and her when they got together. In a way, Craig had become another brother to Katy. Craig and Mike also hit it off, even though Craig sometimes went overboard, making fun of Mike's hair.

"Well, for the third year in a row, I am the champion," I said as we sat at the large picnic table. Our skis were put up, and snow boots were on.

"I knew it," Mike said, nodding his head.

"Knew what?" I asked.

"Gingers don't have a soul," Mike laughed.

The others joined him, including Tony. "Ha-ha!" I smiled at him. "Not my fault you all suck!"

"Here they you are," Tim said as he approached our picnic table. "Rookie is no longer a rookie anymore. My job is complete."

"You're the best, Tim!" Katy said.

"Well, on skis, he isn't," Tim shrugged. "Just can't get the balance right," Tim said, patting Gregg. "But on this," Tim said, holding up a snowboard. "The boy's got some skills!"

"No, shit?" Craig asked.

"Show them," Tim said as he looked at Gregg.

Gregg put his phone onto the table and pressed play. Sure enough, the tall man was shredding the snow on the snowboard. He even pulled off a few tricks.

"Well, call me a fool," Craig said as he looked at the video.

"Fool!" Katy said quickly.

"You walked into that one," I laughed. "Thanks again, Tim!"

Tim left us and went on his way.

Gregg came with us on the intermediate course. He kept up with us the whole way on his snowboard. He even pulled ahead of me at one point. I had to pull out an old trick to gain my advantage and pull out the win.

"Mom!" Katy said as she finished last again.

"What?" I asked innocently.

"You booty bumped Gregg out the way!" Tony said with a smile.

I had forgotten about last night while I looked at him for a while. Then when I saw him standing next to Gregg and envisioned one of the videos of a black male ejaculating inside one of the women and the husband licking her out afterward, it came crashing down onto me.

"All is fair in racing, right?" Gregg said. "Including using the occasional booty bump."

"Yeah," I said as I pulled off my gloves.

"You, okay?" Dawson asked as he approached me.

I wanted to tell them. I wanted to tell them what I had found out and why I wasn't the usual life of the party self.

"Just tired," I lied. "You guys carry on. You should show Gregg the halfpipe. I am sure he will like it."

"Okay," Mike said, "If you are sure that...."

"Yeah," I said as all my boys surrounded me. "I am good, trust me."

"Okay," Craig said. "Give us a call, if anything."

"Absolutely," I nodded as they all took off for the halfpipe.

"You just can't...." Tony said as he looked at me.

"Shut up!" I said, shaking my head and ensuring they were out of earshot range. "I just need time Tony, let me have it, then maybe we can talk."

"If that's the way you want it," Tony said as he skated off. "You should call your brother and apologize; you are just as close-minded as him. If you can't accept it then we need to go our separate ways after this holiday."

"Are you serious?" I asked, looking at the kids laughing and joking with each other on their way to the half pipe.

"I will not be looked down upon," Tony said. "And if you can't accept what I like, then so be it. Make your choice!"

"Right now?" I asked, staring up at the man I had married. "You're putting me into a corner right now?"

"Yes, if you love me, you will accept it, unconditionally," Tony shrugged. "If you can't."

"What? You will find someone that will?" I shook my head. "Is that what you were going to say?"

"Maybe," Tony stared down at me. "So, what will it be Cynthia?"

"Fuck off!" I said as I skated towards the hotel.

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I lay in bed for what seemed like hours. I had never told my husband to fuck off. Was he right that I was just as close-minded to his newfound interest as my brother was to the idea of two people of the same sex being in love?

I knew one person I could talk to, and they would give me their opinion.

"Hey son," I said via my satellite phone.

"Mom," Frederick answered. Frederick was my oldest child and the most open-minded person that I knew. He saw through everyone's shit like a human emotion detector. "What did Dad do this time?"

"I hate it when you do that," I laughed.

I told him about our argument. And for the first time, I saw a bit of anger flare on his face. Frederick was easygoing and level-headed. It took a lot to get him angry.

"You're going to leave him, aren't you?" Frederick asked.

"Thinking about it," I answered.

"You should," Frederick said. "Not because of his interest, but making you feel that you are wrong. As well as many other things."

"So, I am not?" I asked.

"You both are," Frederick said. "But he shouldn't throw it in your face and especially slam you into a corner like that; he had time to process this new interest. Knowing Dad, he probably read articles and searched the internet about it. You've only had a few hours to process it. Given the right time, I am sure you might understand it better."

I nodded. As always, Frederick was right. If Tony hadn't pushed it, maybe I wouldn't have yelled. "Thanks," I said as I saw another person behind him.

"Got to go," Frederick said. "Call you in two days?"

"Absolutely," I waved.

The timing was perfect as the door opened, and everyone came crashing in. "Mom, Gregg won a contest!" Katy yelled as she ran towards me and jumped onto the couch.

"Yeah, he pulled off some trick at the end, that put him in second place," Mike said. "You should have seen it."

"Congrats," I nodded.

"Yeah, no one to booty bump me out of the way this time," Gregg said as he sat at the bar.

"Oh," Dawson said as he shook his head. "Low blow!"

"You know this family takes our contest seriously, right?" I smiled.

Gregg took his glove and threw it down in front of the couch.

"Well?" Gregg said.

"Your friend has spunk," I nodded. "You do know I grew up on these mountains, right?"

"I hear a whole lot of talking," Gregg laughed.

"Tomorrow, my course, my rules?" I said, standing up and looking at him.

"Time?" Gregg said as he stood up and looked down at me.

"Noon," I smiled. "No one wants to wake up early."

"True!" Gregg said.

Everyone laughed, and we sat back down.

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Before my big challenge, I went shopping with Mike, Katy, and Craig. I wanted to get Gregg some presents since no one had bought him anything yet. I didn't want him to feel left out when we opened ours.

Craig was a big help as he had known him the longest. Soon, we had enough presents wrapped and under the tree before the distraction team brought Gregg back to the hotel.

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"Ready?" I asked.

"Sure," Gregg nodded.

We went on a professional course. It was a mixture of intermediate and experienced. It was my favorite because I knew it like the back of my hand.

"Rules," Gregg asked as he stomped his feet into a newly bought snowboard. The distraction team had taken him to the ski shop a few miles from the hotel.

I stood next to him in my usual white snow gear. "Easy, since you're the challenger, you give me a ten-second lead, if you finish before me you win, finish more than ten seconds after me, you lose."

"What do I get when I win?" Gregg said as he stared at me with a grin as he lowered his goggles over his eyes.

Was he flirting with me? I could see he was eyeing my ass as he lowered his goggles. Excellent two can play that game.

"Let's make it interesting," I said, getting close to him so no one could hear. "Loser, does whatever the winner wants until Christmas morning?"

"Whatever?" Gregg grinned. Again, I could see his eyes staring right at me.

Shit, my plan backfired. I was sure he was going to call my bluff. The bastard was flirting with me, and now I just teased back.

"I will hold you to that," Gregg said as he got ready.

"You two racing or talking?" Tony asked.

Tim nodded to us as he held out the flare. He fired it into the air, and I took off. I counted to ten inside my head and looked back.

"Shit!" I said as I saw Gregg rocketing down the hill.

I had the lead as I turned the corner, there was a medium jump ahead, and I hit it fast. Soaring through the air before landing, I had time to look back for a second.

"Fuck me!" I said as Gregg hit the jump. "Damn, he is fast," I said as I rounded the third corner, taking it as quickly and low as possible.

I looked back and didn't see him. Maybe he fell. I didn't hear a bell or the siren that indicated an injury on the course.

I sped up just in case. I went over the bumps. I was getting close to the finish line when I heard a thud from behind.

"Mother fucker!" I cursed.

Gregg had taken the shortcut, meaning he jumped and landed the big jump. He was right beside me.

"So, I was thinking," Gregg said. "We should go out for dinner."

"You haven't...." I said before Gregg booty bumped me into the wall as we turned the last corner.

Everyone cheered as Gregg crossed the line.

"Shit!" I said as I slowly crossed the line.

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"You cheated," I said as I secretly met Gregg later that night. It wasn't easy getting away from everybody.

"Just returning the favor," Gregg said as we caught a taxi.

My heart was racing. I didn't know why, but I found the experience thrilling. Here I was, a married woman with another man about to go out on a date. I could count all the males I had ever been on a date with on one hand. Tony was number five.

"You look great, by the way," Gregg said.

"You don't look so bad yourself," I replied.

He looked handsome in his tight shirt and black jeans. I didn't think of putting anything too fancy on, as I would have tipped everyone off.

We had a great night at a restaurant near the hotel. It was one of the best nights I had had in a long time. We talked for hours about everything and anything. I caught him staring at my chest even though it was covered up.

I saw him sneaking and stealing glances plenty of times over the table. I didn't mind. It was something I had gotten accustomed to when I was around men. Having a large chest was something that ran in the family.

"So, what now?" Gregg asked as we caught a taxi back to the hotel.

"The date is over," I shrugged, genuinely disappointed.

"Well, it isn't Christmas morning officially," Gregg said as he looked at the clock.

"Four minutes," I said as I looked at my watch.

"So, the rules still apply," Gregg said.

"Yes, they do," I answered.

We got out of the taxi and stood outside the hotel. I looked up at the large hotel at the rows of windows and balconies that went up to the top. A few floors up were my husband and my family, a few floors down, and I was standing outside the hotel with a young man and butterflies in my stomach.