Cucked in the Tropics, Jake's Story

The story of Jake

NOTE: You should read first Jackal54641's story "Cucked in the Tropics". This is an alternative ending (of sort). This is published with the explicit permission of the original author of the series. Also- all characters are 18 years or older and this is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of real people or situations is purely coincidental.

Keep feedback on topic. I am going to ignore low self esteem commenters who can just hurl insults.

Link to the original series, these were really worth my time:

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My name is Jake. I am coming back home from my honeymoon vacation. In the airplane's seat is my beautiful wife Callie, sleeping. It is an idyllic picture.

Except it is not. My newlywed wife did not cheat on me. No, she went much further than this. She fucked every black dick that came close to her, she humiliated and was willing part of the group of cartel thugs who tortured me. Had this happened in the US she would be probably in jail.

And yet I still love her, I cannot stop thinking about what I could have done and what should have been. My heart is in pieces and no amount of alcohol can dull the pain.

She did not realize, but all she was to these guys was a pretty piece of merchandise, sex doll with a pulse. They would have never let her go, she would have stayed as a drugged, sex slave who quickly degrades and loses her natural beauty and is eventually either pushed to a cheap bordel, die of overdose or even gets killed by some of her "friends".

I could see her future so clearly. I just could not let her go through this, no matter how much she hurt me.

And now we are on the plane going home to no home and no future. Everything we had together we left in this god forsaken "paradise". Our luggage, our money, our marriage, our happiness. Our future.

All these things she traded for some big dicks and a week of animal fucking. Quick gratification that costs us everything. My wife was a sexy, but innocent creature, the wife next to me was a cheap, used slut, a whore still leaking cum from her many lovers. I could still smell the musky scent on her, I cannot get it out of my mouth no matter how often I brush my teeth as it was in my mouth too when they forced me to lick her cum filled pussy.

We land and she finally wakes up.

She looks at me, still not fully aware where she was.

"Are we going on a vacation now? Did I have a nightmare?"

I give her a look and she understands. Not anger. My sadness, my defeat. She understands and starts weeping. Silently and desperately.

"Is there coming back from this?" She squeezes between two quiet sobs.

I shake my head.

We get curious looks, pretty girl crying, no luggage... we must have been a weird couple for sure. We got through passport control OK, though the officer takes an interest in us.

He asks us why we went, did we have fun. I am honest and I told him we had marital problems. The guy does the math and looks at me with sympathy. I nearly break down, this is the first person to look at me as a human being, not some broken toy or source of entertainment and money.

"Are we going home Jake" asks Callie.

"No, there is no home anymore. I will drop you at your parents and that is it. I do not think we will see each other again." I am surprised by myself, there is confidence and finality to my words.

"I see... of course" She has stopped crying. She now knows defeat, just like me.

I both dread the moment when the cab, paid with the cartel money I stole from the person who annihilated our relationship, will bring us to her parent's house.

We get off, her patents waiting on the lawn, already nervous and worried why are we coming to their house first.

"Let me help you with the luggage" says Ben. Ben is Callie's father, he is a good guy and I fear this will break his heart as much as mine. But I cannot spare him. Not after this.

"There is no luggage Ben" I say as the cab leaves.

"What do you mean Jake? What is going on? Why Callie looks like this? What have you done Jake???" This is Marie, Callie's mom. She is alarmed and ready to jump at me.

"Marie, it may be best to ask her. Because she destroyed our marriage and I am not coming back here ever again and I am not in a mood to talk. Goodbye." I realize I should have not let the cab leave. "I just need to use a phone to call a cab."

"No Jake, you will stay and explain what you did to my little girl!" Ben snaps at me but I feel he is a lot more worried than mad. I think he starts to realize what i going on.

"I do not want to do this Ben and no offense, but I do not have to. And I do for her, because I still love her to death and if I tell you it is going to be much worse.

Not that there is a way to make it good, but..."

"At least stay until she explains... maybe you can work out things..." Ben was struggling to keep his voice from breaking. He knew. He just did not know how bad his little girl has screwed up.

There were tears forming in his eyes. The same look of defeat as mine. I somehow felt so close to him.

"OK, I will stay a bit Ben. Because you asked."

They walked in and Callie started her story. Surprising for Jake she does not spare details or sugarcoat it. As she describes her first encounters with Andre her mom screamed at Jake.

"What kind of a man are you? To let my little girl be taken by some monster? You did nothing, you are weak, you do not deserve my little girl!" She screams this as Ben tries to restrain her to no avail.

She keeps spitting offensive and hurtful things. I did not pay attention to her. She could not hurt me, I was so broken already, this did not even register.

And then it happened. When I just thought Callie can no longer hurt me more.

"LET GO OFF HIM!!! HE SAVED MY FUCKING LIFE!!! I betrayed him, tortured him, humiliated him and he came back for me!

I, the gangbang cum slut, am here only because he came back and saved me from bunch of armed criminals who would have killed him on the spot. He is my knight in shining armor, and I fucked all this up! I should have stayed there, I should have died."

She collapsed on the couch, exhausted.

I look around, to see everyone sobbing uncontrollably. Her mom, shell shocked from the vulgar language and realization her little girl is something very different now. Her dad, whose heart is now breaking mine did in the Caribbean, and I who heard the voice of the woman who loved him. Who still loves him.

Nobody questions me anymore, even Marie. They try not to look at me as I make arrangements for the cab.

Only her dad comes outside before I take one last look at Callie, who used to be my whole world, and get in the cab.

"Is there a way..." he repeats Callie's question, though he also knows the answer.

I shake my head. But being myself, I turn to him and say:

"Ben, you are a good guy. Keep an eye on her please. Keep her safe if you can. And if it is not too much maybe once in a while you can tell me how she is doing. But no, there is no coming back from this"

"Of course. Same here Jake, you would have been the best step son. Call me when you want, we'll pick up a beer."

"Beer will not be enough Ben. But yeah, thanks."

Not the end- TBC