Flaunting Wife Goes Wrong

Author's general update: Don't worry, I'm still writing. As I mentioned in my "Hey, When's the Sequel Coming?" publication, my life circumstances have changed and my free time is almost non-existent. Good news is that should be improving in about six weeks... more or less. But we'll see.

Aside from this story, I have three others in various stages of progress: Seducing My Friend's Mom 3 is about halfway done. A new story called Going Too Far with Son's Girlfriend has a strong start. And what will ultimately be an extensive 3-4 part story is maybe two-thirds finished. Because of its length, I'll be releasing it in parts... but publishing them near-simultaneously so no waiting for an ending.

But back to this story.

For those who care about warnings, Flaunting Wife Goes Wrong contains a moment of questionable consent relating to mistaken identity. True consent is given once the situation becomes clear, but it is a grey area. Also, on the spectrum of consensual cuckolding vs cheating, this story strays towards the latter.

Lastly, for readers who want their fantasies uncomplicated: while the story is mostly straightforward, there is some conflict towards the end that you may find off-putting. Be prepared for some confrontation (not of the BTB variety) and messiness. It's all fun and games... until it isn't.

And the usual disclaimers: all characters are fictional, similarities to real-world people/events are purely coincidental, everyone involved is of legal consenting age, etc.

"I think this vacation will be just what we needed."

Despite my initial skepticism, I had to admit that my wife may have been right. When she'd first suggested a tropical excursion, I wasn't opposed, but when she showed me the resorts she'd been eyeing, I balked. We were far from loaded, yet Allie's choices suggested otherwise: high-end, all-inclusive resorts with plenty of frills and luxuries.

"Allie, we can't afford these," I'd said, but my wife wasn't dissuaded.

"Oh c'mon, Tyler. It's been so long since we've treated ourselves. Our credit cards are all paid off--it's the perfect time!"

"You know how hard we worked for that! And now you want to put more back on them?" I asked incredulously. "No way!"

But like was usually the case, Allie got her way in the end.

***

The resort Allie ultimately picked was admittedly beautiful. Located on the coast of the Dominican Republic (or simply, 'the DR' for those in the know), it was everything one could hope for in an ocean-facing paradise. Radiant weather, cool breeze, and an array of restaurants and bars to explore. The budget-induced chest tightness I'd felt upon booking began to rapidly fade.

Check-in was hassle-free. We were greeted warmly with beaming smiles and strong drinks. Busboys relieved us of our bags, whisking them off to our suite in advance of our arrival. I presented a credit card for incidentals, signed a few forms, and then our resort adventure officially began.

***

"And this here is your room," our butler, Julio, said, stopping theatrically in front of one of the doors along the open-air causeway. "Twenty thirty-six. That's 2-0-3-6. You'll want to remember that--all of the restaurants will ask you for your room number when you dine in."

As if Allie's high-class tastes weren't harmful enough to our financial security, she'd also opted for the upgraded rooms that came with a butler. I didn't understand why the hell we'd need one, but Allie's mind was made up. So, a butler we got.

Julio was a very friendly and charming man, somewhere in his late thirties or early forties. Although I was still unconvinced of his necessity, I had to admit he was good at his job. He was dressed impeccably, uniform pressed and without blemish. Likewise, his manner was confident, yet deferential, making him seem simultaneously capable and unthreatening. Like the rest of the resort workers, Julio was Dominican, but his English was near perfect.

As we entered our room for the first time, Julio showed off our room with a modest theatrical elegance, highlighting the extravagance of our quarters. He saved the best for last, pulling back the curtains to reveal our outdoor balcony: a large private deck complete with beach chairs, umbrella, massive outdoor daybed, and a personal pool, all facing a spectacular ocean view.

"Not bad, eh?" Julio grinned, amused by our awestruck expressions.

"See, babe? I told you it would be worth it!" Allie said, hugging my arm tight.

"And that's just your room. There's plenty more to enjoy on the rest of the resort. You already have my WhatsApp and the resort app, right?"

"Yes, sir," I responded.

"Excellent. Please don't hesitate to contact me if you need anything at all. Reservations, golf cart transportation to the restaurants, extra fan for the bed... whatever you need."

"Thank you very much, Julio. I think we are all set."

"Amazing. Please then, rest up from your travels. And whenever you are ready, the resort is yours to explore. Goodbye, sir and madam. I will check in on you later this evening."

With a slight bow, Julio departed, leaving us to consider the opulent opportunities that awaited.

***

Allie and I took a few moments to change and freshen up. Excitement had already claimed Allie; her brain rapidly flashed through which option to experience first. I was still too overwhelmed to make a decision; ultimately telling Allie I'd be happy doing whatever she wanted.

And so, we did a bit of everything: strolling along the resort sidewalks, browsing shops, savoring some piña coladas at one of the nearby bars, peaking out at the beach, and catching the tail-end of a magic show.

Hours passed, and at last the vacation bug that had bitten Allie claimed me too. All of the food and alcohol we could want was ours for the taking. Expense aside, all-inclusivity had its perks. The only limit now was our bodies' tolerances.

By the time we finished dinner, both Allie and I were satisfyingly full... and thoroughly sloshed. I hadn't realized how much the drinks had affected me until we stood to go back to the room. I wasn't fully drunk, but I was on my way there. Allie seemed to be in a similar state, giggling incessantly and having trouble with her footing.

As we began the long walk back to our room, I began to wonder if we'd make it back on our own. By myself, I could have managed, but Allie seemed increasingly reliant on me to walk, leaning on me for support. As off-balance as I was already, having to manage two bodies was a real challenge.

We'd stumbled only a quarter of the way back when unexpected help arrived.

"Want a ride?" Julio smiled cheerfully at the two of us, pulling up beside us on a 4-seater golf cart. One of the back seats was occupied by a large box, but the two remaining seats were free.

"Perfect timing," I laughed. "Yes, I think we could definitely use it! Had a bit too much cerveza!"

"Ah yes, the cerveza. Great for dinner, not so great for walking. But climb on! I'll take you back to your room," Julio said, waving us onto the vehicle.

"You get the back, babe," Allie said slurring her words slightly. "I want shotgun."

Ever the gentleman, I allowed Allie her preferred seat, taking the open spot in the back. Even seated, though Allie could barely maintain her balance; as the golf cart took off, she fell over onto Julio, supporting herself on his shoulders.

"Sorry," she mumbled apologetically. "I can't seem to hold myself up."

"It's okay, let me help," Julio said, doing his best to guide her back upright while keeping his main focus on driving. Unfortunately, his efforts were unsuccessful: every time he seemed to get Allie stable, she'd manage to remain upright for only moments before inevitably falling onto his shoulders again.

Finally, Julio stopped trying. "It's okay. Just rest there. We will get you back soon."

Despite a very tipsy Allie now clinging onto him, Julio still did a fine job navigating the narrow walkways with his cart, clearing both pedestrians and tight curves with relative ease. From my seat just behind them, I noticed that the top of Allie's dress was pushed open in such a way that if Julio looked down at her chest, he'd get quite an eyeful. But either he didn't notice or was too professional to sneak a peek.

As we approached the final stretch, though, Julio's skillful driving slipped at last. Rounding a 90-degree turn a bit too quickly, one of the golf cart tires slipped momentarily off the path, jolting us all sideways. Julio recovered quickly, returning all four tires to solid ground, but the bounce had knocked Allie off her semi-secure spot around Julio's shoulders. Instinctively, she caught herself from falling forwards--unfortunately that meant that she'd put her hands in the most stable place beneath her: Julio's lap.

Despite the ride returning to its earlier smoothness, Allie held herself awkwardly in this new position: her left arm wrapped over Julio's shoulders while her right hand remained pressed onto the middle of Julio's crotch. She seemed at a loss on how to deal with this new predicament; I wasn't sure what her bigger concern was: getting back upright or recovering from the social transgression of feeling-up our butler.

"Oh," Allie finally managed to say, doing her best to pull herself back up onto Julio's shoulders. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to fall all over you like this."

"No, I'm sorry. It's my fault. I took us on a bit of a tumble. Please, do not apologize," Julio said, as professional as ever.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" Allie asked, concern in her voice. Then, drunkenly, she moved her hand back to Julio's lap, patting it like she was trying to comfort a bruised shin.

"No, I'm not hurt at all. You're fine. Look, we are almost back." Julio said, somehow maintaining his composure even as Allie finished violating his personal space.

Sure enough, our room was just ahead. Julio parked the cart, and guided Allie off him, back into her seat. She started to tip over again, but by then, I'd climbed off the cart and pulled her over to me instead.

"Thanks for the ride," I said, managing to reach into a pocket for a tip while simultaneously holding onto Allie.

"You're welcome, sir," Julio said, graciously accepting the offered bills. "Please, drink some water and get some rest tonight. And let me know if there's anything else you need, okay?"

I promised I would, waving farewell, then turned my attention to getting Allie back inside.

I expected Allie to be ready for bed, but once we were indoors, she assaulted me, kissing my lips fiercely. I was surprised by Allie's unexpected intensity, but quickly matched it, her eagerness inflaming my own desires. After our lips pressed together for several seconds, I pulled away for air.

"Wow, what's gotten into you?" I asked in amazement.

"I'm really horny," Allie said, almost purring.

"Yeah, I see that. You getting handsy with the butler was that big of a turn on huh?" I teased.

"I wasn't getting handsy with him, I just slipped," Allie said, pouting at the implication that she was anything less than faithful.

"Sure," I grinned. "So was he big? Is that what got your motor going?"

"I don't know! He wasn't hard!" Allie said, oblivious to my deliberate baiting.

"Ah, so you do admit to groping our butler. Naughty girl," I couldn't resist adding.

Allie recognized my game at last. "You're a jerk," she huffed.

I laughed. "Oh c'mon babe, I'm just messing with you. I know you weren't doing anything on purpose. Hell, Julio's so good at his job, I bet you could give him a full striptease, and he wouldn't even bat an eye. He'd just ask if you needed him to pick up the clothes you left behind."

"Babe, you're so bad," Allie said, giggling at the image I'd painted for her.

I cut her giggles short by pulling her into a tight embrace. "I sure am. And now that we're in the privacy of our own room, maybe I'll show you just how bad I am..."

We fucked fiercely that night. Allie's orgasms wouldn't stop coming; my own so powerful that I almost blacked out.

My last thought before sleep was that we should have taken this trip a long time ago.

***

The next morning, Julio messaged us asking if we'd like another ride down to the breakfast buffet. I'd accepted, reasoning that while we were more than capable of making the walk now that we were sober, what was the point of having a butler unless one took advantage?

And so, a short time later, Julio was carting us through the resort... only this time, there was room for Allie to join me in the back.

Julio chatted casually on the ride over, no mention of Allie's handsiness the previous night. We reached the buffet without incident, and we waved him a cheerful goodbye.

"Not quite as exciting as last night's ride, huh, babe?" I said, with a wink.

"One drunken tumble, and now I'll never hear the end of it, is that what this is?" Allie said with a sigh.

"Oh, it was more than just a tumble," I laughed. "That was bad enough that you caught yourself on his lap, but then you had to go and pat his penis like it was a pet you'd accidentally kicked!"

"I was afraid I'd hurt him! It's a sensitive area!" Allie said defensively.

"I know, I'm just teasing, babe," I said, recognizing that I was starting to push too far. "Although considering how good the sex was after, I'm starting to think we might need to tease our poor butler a bit more often."

"Jesus, you're unbelievable," Allie said, shaking her head as we entered the restaurant at last.

But as one of the Dominican hostesses led us to our table, the thought wouldn't leave my mind: maybe teasing our butler would be a fun way for some extra spice. Allie could show off a bit, just enough for a thrill, and then we'd send Julio off on his merry way while I reaped the rewards.

Normally, the thought of Allie sexually teasing another man would make me angry and jealous--there'd be no way in hell I'd support such a move--but something about Julio being the intended target seemed different. Maybe it was because he was so deferential. Maybe it was because his shorter stature made him seem less-threatening. Or maybe, as bad as it makes me sound, it was the fact that he was Dominican, and I'd never seen Allie express any interest in Hispanic men before.

Whatever the reason, I surprised myself by imagining just what kind of teasing I could get Allie into.

I had my first chance much sooner than I expected. After a delicious breakfast--I'd tried mashed plantains for the first time--Allie and I returned to our room, ready to enjoy some sunshine on our private balcony. Not long after we'd changed into our bathing suits, there was a knock at the door: Julio had brought us some fresh waters.

I took the bottles, thanking Julio for the courtesy, but before he could leave, I stopped him.

"Hey, Allie, can you come here for a second? I've got a question I want Julio to answer."

Allie had been applying sunscreen in the bathroom, but she heeded my call, waltzing over to the door in nothing other than her bikini.

My wife's exceptional body was on full display, but Julio maintained his professionalism, his eyes not lingering on Allie in the slightest.

"Yeah, what's up, babe?" Allie asked looking back and forth between Julio and me.

I grinned. "Julio, I want you to be honest. This bikini makes my wife look very hot, yes? If we went out like this, I'd be making all the other men jealous?"

"Jesus, Tyler, don't mess with Julio like that. It's mean, and he's been nothing but helpful."

"I'm not being mean," I said quickly. "It's an honest question. I want to know if other men will be jealous. I mean, I know I'd be jealous of me, but I'm biased. I need another opinion. Go on, Julio, it's okay. What do you think?"

Julio at last allowed his eyes to flicker over Allie's body, but his expression revealed nothing of his true thoughts.

"I think the two of you are the most beautiful and most handsome couple on the resort," Julio said diplomatically.

"Oh, Julio, you're no fun," I sighed. "But I get it. You have to be professional."

"It's not being professional to tell the truth," Julio replied calmly.

"Aw, thanks, Julio, that's very nice of you!" Allie gushed, taking the butler's comment at face value.

I also appreciated Julio's compliment, but I was mildly annoyed at his stubborn refusal to drop his mask. I wasn't sure how to push further though, so I dropped it... for the moment, at least.

I thanked Julio for the waters, sending him on his way, after I'd shared a small tip for his service.

Allie and I spent the afternoon enjoying the sun, relaxing, and enjoying more resort food and drinks. Neither of us reached the same state of inebriation as that first night, but we drank enough to maintain a steady buzz.

Allie and I flirted consistently, and I knew that we were building up to some more fun later on, but I wanted it to be just as good as that first night. I think showing Allie's body off to Julio had given us both a good kickstart, but I wanted more.

And if I was being honest, I was starting to take it as a personal challenge that Julio maintained his diplomatic facade, even after I'd encouraged him to be more forthcoming. Sure, I wanted Julio to stay in his lane and realize Allie was mine, but where was the fun in showing Allie off if Julio's appreciation was bland to the point of unbelievability? I wanted more than Julio's acknowledgement of Allie's attractiveness... I wanted him to be jealous too. I wanted him to drool over Allie... and then I wanted to swoop in and take her in front of him.

As dinner approached, I had the perfect idea of how to test Julio's self-control once more. I messaged him, arranging a time for him to pick us up from the restaurant. Julio accepted; my trap was set.

Allie herself couldn't have made it any easier for me, dressing in a sexy red dress that emphasized her chest and shapely legs. Even better, Allie indulged her exhibitionist side and went without a bra. She was technically decent, but only just.

Allie and I enjoyed ourselves fully at dinner once more, although this time we toned the alcohol down. Still, there was enough electric touching between us that it was clear we'd be tearing our clothes off once we returned to our room. My blood raced enough as it was, but considering what I had planned for Julio, my imminent fuck with Allie would be one to remember.

As we walked out of the restaurant, Julio awaited, ready to whisk us back to our room. I debated asking Allie to sit up front with Julio again, but ultimately resisted, deciding not to push my luck too much yet. Instead, I watched Julio closely, waiting for him to eye up Allie in her revealing dress. But to my disappointment, he never did.

Still, my real challenge for Julio was yet to come.

Once we made it back to the room, Julio prepared to drive away, but I stopped him, inviting him inside. Both he and Allie looked confused, but neither objected. I asked them to wait for a moment while I went to retrieve some cash. I passed it over to Julio, who accepted graciously as always. But I wasn't done.

"Julio, before you go, would you mind helping my wife out of her dress for me?"

Allie's head whipped around towards me, disbelief plain on her face. Julio, though, as always, maintained his composure.

"I'd be happy to do whatever you need, of course. But isn't that something you'd prefer to do yourself?" Julio asked politely.

"I always struggle with that stupid clasp, and that's when I'm sober. I want to save myself the embarrassment," I lied. "You'd be helping me out a lot."

Julio seemed to consider. I counted this as a minor victory--sure, he wasn't ogling Allie yet, but I'd put him off-balance. That was progress.

"Miss? You want my help?" Julio finally asked, turning to Allie for rescue from the awkward situation I'd put him in.

Allie looked at me, scrutinizing my expression, sensing I had a secret angle. A small grin crossed her face.

"Yes, Julio, that would be great," she said, wiping her grin away as she turned back towards him. "Just so you know, though, I'm not wearing a bra. Not that I mind--I'm a very comfortable person. I just don't want that to surprise you."

"Ah, I see. Thanks for your consideration," Julio replied, as if this was a perfectly normal exchange. "Turn around for me then?"

Allie complied, pulling her long hair over her shoulder to give Julio access to the dress's clasp at her back. Julio, to his credit, didn't hesitate, reaching for the mechanism with the calm focus of a surgeon. He grasped the pieces gently but firmly, then with a single deliberate motion, separated them smoothly.

"There you go. All done," Julio said, starting to step away again.

But now Allie stopped him. "While you're back there, can you unzip me too? I can't wait to get out of this thing."

Unseen by Julio, Allie looked at me and winked--she obviously understood my game.

Julio paused, his uncertainty once more briefly visible, before he smiled. "Of course, miss."

His agreement given, Julio reached again for Allie's dress, his hands now going to the small zipper at her upper back. He grasped it and pulled downwards; Allie's dress parted to reveal her perfectly smooth skin underneath. The dress now hung to her body from the shoulder straps alone.

This would have been enough for me. Sure, Julio hadn't openly drooled over Allie yet, but I'd made him uncomfortable; his perfect-subservient mask faltering... even if just momentarily.

But now Allie was the one to push further. Shooting me a mischievous smile, she reached towards her shoulder straps and casually pushed them off, one at a time.

Her dress fell around her body, crumpling to the floor.

"Ah, that's much better," Allie said, with a relaxed sigh.

I stared in disbelief. Allie was now totally naked, aside from her panties, her impressive rack hanging freely in the air. Sure, she was facing towards me and away from Julio, but even from behind, Julio was getting more than an eyeful. Allie's boobs were big enough that they extended out past her frame--if nothing else, our butler was getting a clear glimpse of her side-boobs. Not to mention a spectacular view of her ass.

But Allie wasn't done. She moved her arms to her chest, covering herself with her hands. The move shielded Allie's nipples and areola, but it also pressed her boobs against her chest, making them seem even larger as they spilled out from underneath her palms.

Now technically covered, even if by the narrowest definition, Allie turned to face Julio.

"Thanks, Julio. You've been very helpful tonight," Allie said sweetly.

At last Julio's composure slipped, ever so slightly. His eyes flickered down over Allie's mostly-naked body, pausing for a split second at her chest, before meeting her eyes again.

Then the mask returned. "Of course, miss. I hope you two have a good night."

And then before we could say anything to stop him, Julio left.

I didn't wait to marvel at what we'd just done--as soon as the door had closed behind Julio, I closed the distance to Allie, taking her firmly in my arms and turning her towards me. We kissed fiercely. Soon our passionate kissing became passionate fucking.

Who knew having a butler was the key to wild marital sex?

***

By the next morning, I was already considering what to do next with Julio. Teasing our butler had taken sex with Allie to another level--fantastic by itself--but I still was unsatisfied by Julio's lack of open admiration of Allie. I knew it was just his role holding him back, rather than any true lack of interest, but that just made me want to break his mask even more. I wanted him to desire Allie so much he couldn't take it... that even as our butler he'd no longer be able to hide how much he wanted her. And then, once I'd broken his mask, I'd reel Allie back out of his reach. It was the ultimate power play. Julio may have been our butler by circumstance, but I wanted to display my superiority in a much more concrete way.

I made my next move that night.

Once again, I secured Julio's transport after dinner. And once again, I invited him inside. I hadn't told Allie of my specific plans, but she knew I had more fun planned for us. She was excited as I was to see what I had in store.

I tipped Julio once again for the ride... then made my offer.

"Julio, do you dance?"

Julio looked at me quizzically. "Yes, I dance. Are you looking for recommendations on somewhere to go?"

I exchanged a loaded look with Allie. "Not exactly. I'm not much of a dancer myself, but my wife is. We were wondering if you might be able teach her some Dominican moves."

"Ah, I see. I would be happy to do so, of course, but I am afraid I am not a very good teacher."

"Don't be modest, Julio. I'm sure you'd be a great teacher. You agree, don't you, Allie?" I said, turning to my wife.

She nodded. "C'mon, Julio, dance with me. Show me how to do it here in the D. R."

Julio was silent for a moment. After Allie's display for him yesterday, it was clear he was wary of being maneuvered into another inappropriate situation that would test his professionalism. So, I increased the pressure.

"You wouldn't say no to a sweet woman like Allie... would you, Julio?"

"Of course not," Julio responded. "But I'm just afraid I wouldn't give you guys the experience you deserve. We have more talented dancers than me on staff. If you'll allow me, I can find one of them to dance with Miss Allie instead."

"That sounds like a no to me," I pointed out. "If you're worried about the time commitment, I can make it worth your while."

For emphasis, I pulled a few crisp bills from my pocket, almost equal to the total amount we'd tipped the entire trip.

I saw Julio's mind race. My trap was obvious, but would it be worth the risk?

On the one hand, it would mean allowing himself to be used for our twisted entertainment. But on the other hand, was it really that much worse than other things guests asked butlers to do? And then there was the money...

"Okay, okay." Julio finally said with a disarming laugh. "I see this is very important to you two. I will show you the merengue, Ms. Allie."

With an overdramatic flourish, Julio pulled out his phone. A few seconds later, salsa-style music filled the air, loud enough to hear the beat yet soft enough to be spoken over. The scene set, Julio placed his phone on a nearby table, ready to begin his lesson.

Allie listened to Julio's instruction closely, committed to learning his steps. The merengue at its core was relatively simple, essentially a rapid and rhythmic switching of weights between the right and left legs in time with the music. But that was merely the foundation; once Allie mastered the basics, Julio began to show her additional flourishes she could incorporate.

Allie, natural dancer that she was, followed his examples with ease. She'd only been learning for a matter of minutes, but she picked it up quickly.

Julio looked suitably impressed, and offering another quick note of encouragement, began dancing next to her, just off to her side. They weren't touching, but it was close. My heart began to race with excitement.

As a new tension filled the air, Allie and Julio let their bodies flow, sinking fully into the rhythm of the music. The merengue wasn't overtly sexual, but the way Allie moved her hips back and forth was arousingly hypnotic. I knew that behind Julio's mask, he must have been drooling over her. I suppressed a grin.

"This is a lot of fun!" Allie smiled wide, without breaking her rhythm. "Now is the merengue a solo dance or can you do it with a partner?"

"Both!" Julio replied, dancing in sync with Allie. "You've got the solo part down, but if you'd like, I can show you what it's like with someone else?"

I smiled openly now. Was this an attempt by Julio to openly flirt with Allie? Was he about to break at last?

Allie looked back at me, questioningly. I nodded slightly.

"I'd love that!" Allie exclaimed, turning back to our butler.

"Excellent. So, first, hold your hands out like this," Julio said, demonstrating with his own.

Allie followed his example, extending her arms out like she was offering a hug. Julio then moved in, moving his right arm under her left, placing his hand on her mid-back.

"Now rest your arm on my shoulder," Julio directed. "And place your other hand against mine."

Again, Allie complied, leaving the two of them looking like they were about to waltz. There was a foot of space separating their torsos, but the linking was just intimate enough to be borderline inappropriate--especially since it was between a married woman and her butler.

I wondered if Julio had embraced his role as our unofficial fluffer yet or if he held out hope that he could be something more. As much as I'd enjoy his acknowledgment of his lesser position, a part of me wished that Julio still believed he had a chance with Allie. That would make his inevitable disappointment that much sweeter. Still, I knew Julio wasn't likely to have such lofty ambitions. After all, he was just a smaller-stature Dominican butler while I was a tall, all-American stud. Surely, he knew he didn't have a shot.

But Julio and Allie were moving again, pulling me from my internal gloating.

Julio explained how to adjust the merengue with a partner. "The core part of the dance is the same. Keep your legs shifting back and forth just like before. Only now, move around with your partner too. Here, I'll lead."

The two of them restarted their rhythm from before, hips shifting back and forth steadily. But now, Julio began to turn in a circle, gently guiding Allie along with him.

"This is fun!" Allie exclaimed, clearly enjoying the chance to show her moves off. "Thanks for teaching me, Julio."

Julio smiled modestly, but it was clear he'd taken Allie's appreciation to heart. "You're welcome, Ms. Allie, but the pleasure is all mine."

The two continued to dance for a few more minutes; Julio occasionally twirling Allie out and pulling her back in, while Allie increasingly settled into the dance, looking utterly irresistible. She looked like a goddess the way her hips rocked back and forth, just begging to be caressed. If I'd been in Julio's position, I would have been tearing Allie's dress off then and there.

But Julio was not me, he was our butler. And so, eventually, he released Allie and stepped away.

"And that's the merengue. I don't think there's anything left to teach you. You look like a natural Dominican now," Julio said proudly.

"Thanks again, Julio. You were a great teacher," Allie smiled at him warmly before turning to me. "Babe, I think he definitely earned that extra tip."

Catching the hint, I walked over and passed my previously-offered bills to Julio. He accepted quietly but politely, tucking the bills away inside his pocket.

"Thank you, sir. I hope you two have a great night," Julio said, excusing himself.

Once he was gone, I looked at Allie. "You know, I half-expected you to tease him some more after the lesson. Maybe show him how we dance down and dirty back in America. You'd have blown his mind."

Allie laughed. "I thought about it, but I'm not sure the poor guy would have been able to handle me grinding up against him. Hell, I think I'd have gotten myself so worked up, I probably would have jumped you before Julio even had a chance to leave."

"Is that right?" I chuckled quietly, pulling Allie's body against mine. "You would have made that poor guy watch while we screwed each other's brains out?"

"Don't pretend like you wouldn't enjoy it," Allie said, running her finger teasingly across my chest. "You love showing off."

I grinned. "I do. Maybe next time, I'll see if I can keep him around a bit longer."

"You bad boy," Allie whispered seductively.

Shortly after, I showed Allie just how right she was.

***

The next day, I couldn't get the thought out of my head: how hot would it be if I did fuck Allie in front of Julio? Up to this point, my game had been to tease Julio with Allie and then send him away empty-handed, but to actually fuck Allie in front of him, while he could do nothing but watch? It was the classic alpha/beta setup, where Julio's sole purpose was to highlight my own superiority.

The more I considered the idea, the more I liked it. Sure, I'd have to give Julio an opportunity I'd never give another man--seeing Allie get fucked--but Julio was so non-threatening, I wasn't concerned at all. He may technically have had the right equipment, but I would be the only real man in the room.

As fun as imagining the scenario was, though, I doubted Julio's professionalism would allow him to cooperate. He'd find a way to politely excuse himself, and then my fun would be over. If only there was a way to convince him to stay...

Suddenly, I had an idea.

***

I didn't share the specifics of my plan with Allie, but over dinner, I did tell her I had some more fun in mind for Julio that night. Then, I'd lowered my voice and added conspiratorially that it would be the dirtiest thing we'd done with him yet.

Allie looked intrigued, but when she asked me to elaborate, I played coy:

"No spoiling. Just follow my lead. If you thought our sex last night was mind-blowing, you'll be in for a real surprise tonight."

Allie grinned excitedly, but asked no further questions, content to let the mystery stand.

We finished dinner soon afterwards, messaging Julio to come get us. Soon we'd be on our way back to the room, and the real fun would begin.

Julio arrived on his golf cart a few minutes later, utterly oblivious to my plan to take advantage of him. Poor guy had no idea how wild his evening was about to get. The anticipation alone left me hardening; I had to fight to calm my cock down to an appropriate level of decency.

When we arrived at the room, I once again invited Julio inside. For the briefest of moments, I thought he might think better of it, but then he smiled politely and entered. I closed the door behind him--there would be no escaping tonight.

"What can I do for you, sir?" Julio asked, perfectly masking whatever unease he may have felt.

"Allie and I have an unusual request, and normally we wouldn't ask..." I started, choosing my words carefully. "But you've been so helpful on our trip, and this isn't something we can do on our own."

"Happy to be of service, as always," Julio replied smoothly. "What do you need?"

I smiled. "It might be better if I show you. We'll have to go outside to the balcony."

Not even Julio could fully hide his uncertainty, but he recovered quickly, nodding. "Of course. After you, sir."

I walked to our sliding glass doors, nodding at Allie for her to come with us. Julio followed closely behind, all three of us stepping outside. The sun had set, so I flipped the balcony lights on--I wanted Julio to clearly see what I was about to offer.

The moment of truth had arrived. I still didn't know if my plan would work, but it was the best chance I'd have.

Heart pounding, I reached into my pocket and pulled out a few larger-denomination bills. It was a decent sum even in America, but for someone living in the Dominican Republic, it was a windfall.

"Julio, you see this? This can be yours. All we need is for you to just lie down there for a few minutes." I said, pointing to the large daybed on the balcony.

Julio looked at me warily. "You just need me to lie down? You don't need me to do anything else?"

"Nope, just lie down," I confirmed. "That's it. Stay there until I ask you to get up again, and the tip is yours."

Julio's gaze flickered from me down to the cash I had in-hand. I could sense he wanted to ask more, but asking questions might lead to me withdrawing the offer. Even worse, I might complain to the resort that Julio had refused us service, which could threaten his job security. It was obvious Julio wasn't thrilled about the situation, but his alternatives weren't great. My trap was set.

And so, Julio made the only real choice available to him. He accepted my offer.

"Whatever you need, sir," Julio said smoothly, moving over to the day bed and lying face-up on it.

I couldn't fully hide the smirk that crept across my face before I turned to Allie.

"Well, babe, I think it's time. Why don't we show Julio what we've been practicing these past few nights?"

Allie realizing my game, smiled wickedly. "It would be selfish to keep it to ourselves, wouldn't it?"

"Very selfish," I agreed. "Julio, I want you to watch closely. I'm about to show you how we satisfy women back in America."

Without waiting for a response, I took Allie into my arms, staring deep into her eyes. Her excitement was obvious, barely eclipsed by my own.

"You ready for this, babe?" I said in a low voice.

"Ready if you are," Allie responded, biting her tongue seductively.

That was all I needed. I leaned in, planting a kiss on her full lips. Allie smiled against me, her hands moving to my head as she pulled me into a second kiss, then a third. My lust for Allie raged. Having an audience was such a huge turn-on that I lost all other concerns. All that existed was my need to openly mark Allie as mine; to confirm my superior masculinity to our butler, who could only dream of being in my shoes.

Allie and I began to make out heavily, our hands relentlessly exploring each other. I caressed every part of Allie that I could reach, emphasizing my claim over her body--but even that wasn't enough. I broke off my kisses with Allie long enough to turn to Julio, who was watching us with an unreadable expression.

"See how hot she is, Julio?" I couldn't resist asking.

"Yes, sir, very hot," Julio agreed politely.

I was annoyed by his lukewarm response, but I didn't let it distract me. Julio's professionalism may have been holding for the moment, but I was going to break him in the end.

"You haven't seen anything yet. She's about to get a lot hotter," I said, preparing myself for the next stage.

I separated from Allie, my hands going to my belt. With a quick motion, I unbuckled it and pulled it from around my pants, tossing it carelessly on the ground beside me.

"Why don't you help me the rest of the way, babe?" I said, looking down pointedly to my groin.

Allie grinned, moving her hands to the clasp of my pants, but I stopped her. "No, do it from your knees."

"Oh, you ARE a bad boy," Allie whispered, but she complied, dropping down in front of me. She spared a glance over to Julio, but then her attention was back on me, her fingers unbuttoning my pants. Once the clasp popped free, Allie moved to my zipper, opening it with a slow pace that was equal parts frustrating and arousing. Finally, she'd lowered it enough that my pants slid free, bunching up around my feet.

But Allie wasn't done. Hooking her fingers into the elastic of my underwear, she pulled that down too. My stiff cock, newly freed, swung into the air. It almost smacked Allie in the face on its way up, coming to rest just in front of her nose. Her mouth dropped open in exaggerated surprise, then licked her lips at me enticingly.

I was more than ready for the next step, but first I had to rub my enviable position in Julio's face again. "It's your lucky day, Julio. Allie's quite the cocksucker. Normally nobody else would get to see her talent, but we thought you'd appreciate the show."

"That's very thoughtful of you," Julio said, maintaining his even tone. But I thought I could detect a hint of excitement underneath it... the first crack in his armor.

I turned back to Allie. "Well, babe, let's show Julio what you got."

Allie didn't need to be told twice. She took my shaft in her hand, bringing my head down towards her mouth. Gently, she placed it between her lips and began to kiss, teasing me with her warmth. Just when I thought I couldn't take more, Allie opened her mouth wider, welcoming my entire head inside. The next moment, her tongue greeted me, swirling around my tip like it was soft-serve. By the time Allie glanced from my cock up to my face, our eyes making contact, I was halfway to cumming already.

But Allie was just warming up.

Satisfied that she had me right where she wanted me, Allie released my shaft from her hand, keeping my cock in place with her mouth alone. She swallowed another inch of my length, her tongue still working steadily to pleasure me. I was in heaven already, but then Allie took a second inch... then a third. At last, she'd had her fill and pulled back to my cockhead... but this retreat was temporary. She moved forward again, faster this time, sliding up even further up my shaft before falling away again.

Allie had found her rhythm; she began to bob steadily on my cock, slurping loudly as she went.

"Oh fuck, babe!" I gasped, blown away by Allie's enthusiasm. Having an audience hadn't shaken her confidence at all. In fact, Julio's presence only seemed to heighten Allie's eagerness to suck me. "You're so fucking hot when you're showing off."

Allie grinned, or at least tried to... it was difficult with my cock halfway down her throat.

As phenomenal as Allie's work was, though, she still had one final surprise for me. Just when I'd become used to her steady bob, Allie pushed beyond her usual point, taking me even further down her throat. Inch by inch my length disappeared into her mouth until her lips reached my pelvis.

Allie had deep-throated my entire length. Somehow, she maintained her position long enough to look up at me, her gag-reflex fully triggering. Her throat muscles clutched me tightly, trying to force me back out, but the spasming brought me to heights of pleasure I hadn't known were possible.

But at last, Allie had had enough, and she pulled off me completely with a deep gasp. After taking a second to catch her breath, Allie looked up at me and smiled.

I was speechless. Allie had never been shy about giving head, but this was the first time she'd ever deep-throated me. Apparently, I should have found a butler to watch us a long time ago. But now I wondered: what else could Julio improve?

"Babe, that was the hottest thing I've ever seen you do," I said, my words returning at last.

Allie smiled wider and did a cute little 'who me?' shrug. That was the final straw for me. I was going to take Allie, and I was going to take her now.

I extended my hand down towards my wife, offering it to her. She grasped it, allowing me to pull her into a standing position. Without a word, I then guided her over to the daybed, both of us facing our butler.

"Julio, I want you to take a good look at Allie. There's a good chance this will be the only time you get to see a woman as hot as her in action. I want you to appreciate what you're about to be a part of."

Julio nodded but said nothing. I couldn't decide if his silence was from arousal or from discomfort, but I was past the point of caring either way.

"Allie, I want you to get on the bed. All fours. Dead-center over Julio. I want him to have a front-row seat for what I'm about to do to you," I directed.

Allie didn't hesitate. She climbed up, first next to Julio, then swinging a leg over his torso to bring herself into a doggy-style position, hovering directly over him. Allie was still fully clothed, but it was incredibly erotic all the same. A few small adjustments, and she'd be straddling our butler's lap. But Julio wasn't the lucky one here; I was.

It was almost time for my final move, but there was one more step left. Bending over the bed towards Allie, I reached for the bottom of her dress, pulling it up over her hips so that her panty-clad ass was now exposed. But even that modest covering didn't last long; I hooked my fingers into her underwear and slid it down her thighs. Allie pulled her legs together slightly and lifted her knees, allowing me to slip the underwear off entirely. At last, the path to Allie's pussy was clear.

I threw Allie's panties off to the side, then climbed onto the bed myself, directly behind Allie. I had to squeeze in carefully--there wasn't much room between Julio's closed legs and Allie's spread ones--but I managed. As I adjusted, my cock bounced stiffly in the air, but once I steadied, it aligned perfectly with Allie's opening.

I pushed forward.

Allie's wet lips met the head of my cock, then engulfed it, as I fed myself inside her. The pleasure of Allie's pussy was incredible, heightened even further by taking her so closely above Julio. It was the same adrenaline rush a zoo visitor might feel, knocking loudly on the glass of a lion's exhibit. Julio was hardly a lion, but the gesture was the same: 'You're so close to your ultimate prize, but you'll never get it. I'm in control; you're not. And there's nothing you can do about it'.

I couldn't see Julio's face anymore, but I could imagine his frustration clearly.

My alpha-status secured, I began to fuck Allie freely. It was time to rub my superiority in Julio's face.

Allie lost herself quickly to the fuck; she looked backwards over her shoulder towards me, her face cycling through endless variations of pleasure. It was all too perfect: Allie's submission to me, the ecstasy I felt thrusting inside her, Julio's utterly subservient presence beneath us.

But then I realized I could tighten the screw just a bit more.

I paused my thrusting and pulled out of Allie entirely. Allie's eyes flew open, unhappy that I'd suddenly deprived her of her pleasure, but I offered her my reassurance.

"Don't worry, babe. I'm not finished yet. I just want an even better angle. Scoot up for me," I said.

Allie hovered above Julio, but she wasn't quite aligned with him; she was closer to the end of the bed than he was. It was a perfectly workable position, but I wanted more. I wanted Allie to encompass Julio's entire view. I wanted him unable to look away, forced to passively watch as I pleasured her, knowing he'd never get to do so himself. There'd be no staring up at the ceiling for him.

Still looking back at me, Allie followed my instruction, inching forwards to place herself directly above Julio. As she moved, I noticed something solid take shape underneath Allie's dress where it hung below her waist. The fabric first caught on it, then stretched taut as the dress moved forward with Allie's body. It almost looked like a pipe...

But then the dress pulled free, revealing what it had been hiding. At first, I couldn't make sense of what I was seeing, the mystery object popping upright like a spring-loaded catapult arm. Even when it smacked against my cock, pushing it out of alignment with Allie's pussy, I still didn't understand.

It was only when I saw the broad brown glans that had become wedged between Allie's pink lips did realization dawn on me. There was a thick cock poised to enter my wife's pussy... and it wasn't mine.

In a fraction of a second, I understood what must have happened. Sometime after Allie had climbed over him, Julio had unzipped his pants, releasing his cock into the open. But it had become trapped underneath Allie's dress, unnoticed by either of us. Unnoticed, that is, until I'd directed Allie to move up, freeing Julio's cock at last.

It was a shockingly bold move by Julio, completely out-of-character for him. In my wildest imaginings, I never expected our butler to exhibit any sexuality. Hell, even now, I still couldn't understand what he'd hoped to achieve; surely Julio hadn't thought we'd let him get involved.

But regardless of plans, fate had other ideas. As Julio's cock sprung free, my own cock had been perfectly positioned to halt its momentum. Instead of flipping vertical, Julio's cock was held at an angle, directed squarely at Allie's opening by my own rod. It was the unlikely equivalent of a full-court basketball shot, in the worst possible way.

Unfortunately, fate was about to become even crueler.

Allie, feeling the warm organ at her entrance, instinctively pushed back against it. With horror, I watched as the head of Julio's cock slipped into my wife's pussy. Allie, still staring back at me, let out a satisfied moan, chilling my blood. Julio must have taken it as encouragement, because he pushed his hips upward, sliding another inch or so into my wife. The angle was bad, and with both of us over him, Julio had no leverage to push himself further... but it was enough. He was so thick that even the couple inches he'd managed to work into Allie made her eyes close in pleasure; her pussy walls stretching to accommodate this new girth.

If I'd had time to think about it, I would have reached down and pulled Julio's cock out myself. But I had no time; Allie sank further onto Julio's cock as fast as her slowly-expanding pussy would allow.

"Allie, stop," I said, finally finding my words again.

But Allie did not stop; she kept slowly inching further onto our butler's sizeable organ.

"Allie, stop," I repeated, louder this time. "That's not me!"

Finally, Allie paused, her eyes opening again and meeting mine.

"Huh?" she said, still clearly deep in her pleasure haze.

Panicking now, I leapt off the bed and moved over to her right side. I gestured dramatically at my own cock then at the cock still impaling her on the bed. "That's not me!" I reiterated.

At last, Allie understood. Her mouth dropped open in surprise, her gaze shifting from me down to Julio.

"Oh god," she said, shock clear in her voice.

I fully expected Allie to leap off the bed as quickly as I had once she'd realized who was inside her. And maybe she would have, if she'd hadn't been halfway to a climax. But her orgasm beckoned... and Julio took full advantage of that fact.

His legs now unrestricted, Julio folded them closer to his body, giving himself better leverage. At the same time, he moved his hands from his sides up to Allie's ass, gently guiding her further onto his cock. She'd finally had enough time to adjust to his size, and she sank the rest of the way down, taking Julio inside her completely.

"Oh god," Allie said again, but this time her tone carried more pleasure than disbelief. She'd just been filled out beyond anything she'd experienced before.

Julio, sensing Allie's tipping point, slowly slid himself out before thrusting upwards again; a little extra emphasis to highlight the pleasure he offered.

"Oh god," Allie breathed a third time, voice now fully dripping with awed delight.

I stood motionless by the bed, in utter disbelief at what I was witnessing. What the fuck was happening here?

"Allie, what the hell are you doing? Get off him!" I shouted, my desperation obvious.

Allie looked up at me, her expression momentarily shocked and apologetic, as if she couldn't believe her own inaction either. But as Julio continued to slowly thrust up into her, her expression was replaced by open lust.

"I'm sorry, babe... I can't," she half-gasped, mouth hanging open at the sensation of Julio repeatedly stuffing her. "It feels too good."

I was speechless. This couldn't be happening. My wife was actively choosing to let our butler fuck her, right in front of me... despite me specifically asking her to stop. When I'd started this game with Julio, I'd felt utterly powerful and in-control. But now, the situation had cruelly inverted.

As a last-ditch effort, I addressed Julio, who was by now softly but steadily pounding Allie from below.

"Julio, stop. You're our butler. You don't get to fuck my wife."

Julio didn't even look at me, too busy locking eyes with Allie. "Sorry, sir, but I think your wife disagrees. You don't want me to stop, do you, Ms. Allie?"

"Fuck no. I need this dick," Allie responded between heavy breaths. "Babe, don't ruin this. Just shut up and watch."

I was on the verge of complete helplessness, but I had one last card to play.

"Julio, if you don't stop immediately, I'm not giving you any more tips this entire trip. And I'm reporting you to the resort," I said, with more confidence than I felt.

"Babe, drop it," Allie interjected, annoyance breaking through her lust. "You're not going to report anyone. You had your fun with Julio. Now let me have mine."

Seeing that I was suitably chastened, Allie returned her attention to Julio, putting me out of her mind.

Fully defeated, I accepted the inevitable. Moving to a nearby beach chair, I sat down and watched as my wife began to fuck our butler in earnest.

Julio had been steadily thrusting into Allie's pussy this entire time, but now Allie matched his energy, gyrating her hips onto his cock.

"Oh fuck," Julio sighed, enjoying the sensation as much as Allie did.

Emboldened by Allie's dismissal of me, Julio moved his hands off Allie's ass up to the zipper on the back of her dress. Allie, getting the hint, shifted back and straightened her arms out for Julio's next move. One unzip later, Julio slid the dress off Allie's body in a single motion, tossing it to the side.

Her bra didn't last much longer; Julio worked quickly to remove it, even as Allie began unbuttoning his shirt and pants. Soon, Allie was completely naked, still impaled on Julio's impressive cock, while Julio had extracted himself from the upper half of his uniform.

Their clothes now--mostly--out of the way, Julio began sliding his hands over Allie's bare body, caressing her in all of the places that should have been mine. Allie melted at Julio's touch, falling back over him and planting a kiss against his lips. She moaned openly into his mouth, not bothering to hide her satisfaction in the slightest.

Julio, sensing that Allie had given herself over entirely, wrapped his arms around her torso, pulling her tight against his body. They began to kiss fiercely, while Julio increased the pace of his thrusts up into her. Even though Allie was on top, it was clear that Julio had taken control. Our butler had been unleashed.

Their pleasured moans filled the air, Allie's musky arousal swirling in my nostrils. Such sensations only highlighted the surrealness of the situation. Allie had never been shy when it came to sex, but she was completely uninhibited now, carnal babbles tumbling from her mouth in an endless stream. If there were other resort guests in the adjoining rooms, they too now knew my wife was experiencing the fuck of a lifetime.

For his part, Julio was utterly focused on Allie, repeatedly feeding his thick cock into her pussy while he savored the resulting ecstasy play across her face.

"Yeah, Mamita, that's it, dámelo" he said, his voice low but encouraging. "Let yourself go."

"Fuck, Julio, you're gonna make me cum," Allie hissed between clenched teeth.

"Cum for me, Mamita," Julio said, in the same gentle yet firm tone. "Cum on my cock."

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my godddddddd..." Allie's voice tightened into a soft squeal, mirroring her body's muscles as they tightened in on themselves.

Then, right as Allie's orgasm crashed home, Julio pulled her down, kissing her fiercely on the lips. Pushing off his heels, he thrust into Allie's deepest center, feeding her everything he had. I watched in horror as my wife writhed on Julio, taking him at both ends... unprecedented levels of pleasure racking her body. A deep primal thrum filled the air; it took me a moment to realize that the noise was coming from my wife--it sounded like her very soul was being fucked from her body.

At last, Julio's body finally reached its own limit. His groan escaped their still-locked lips... the moan merging with Allie's as he began to release inside my wife. Her pussy, which had encountered no sperm other than mine our entire relationship, was now saturated with Julio's seed. Allie was on birth control, but did a mere pill stand a chance against the onslaught it now faced? It didn't seem possible.

"Holy fuck!" Allie finally gasped, collapsing on top of Julio.

Panting heavily, the two of them lay intertwined on the daybed while I was still rooted to my chair beside them. Having finished releasing inside Allie, Julio ran his fingertips over her back in an affectionate gesture.

"Not bad, Mamita," he whispered. "Not bad at all."

Hearing Julio speak so intimately to my woman--mine!--shook me from my paralysis.

"Get the fuck out," I growled softly.

Allie and Julio both whipped their heads towards me, as if they'd forgotten I was still there.

"Babe..." Allie started, but I wasn't having it.

"I said, get the fuck out, Julio," I repeated, my voice raising.

"C'mon, babe, don't be like this," Allie offered reassuringly. She pulled herself off Julio's manhood, crawling over towards me. Some of Julio's cum escaped her center in the process, dripping onto the daybed surface.

"Don't tell me what to be like," I said, temper rising steadily now. I welcomed it wholeheartedly. Anger was much preferred to paralysis.

Allie frowned, then turned back to Julio. "Julio, I think he's right. I think you should go. Don't worry, I'll make sure you get the tip we promised."

"The fuck he will," I replied immediately, starting to stand.

"No, no, please don't worry about it, Ms. Allie," Julio said, quickly reassembling his uniform, not even bothering to wipe himself off first. "Mr. Tyler, accept my apologies. I saw your wife was in need, and I merely offered my assistance. I had no intention of upsetting you."

Anger turned to fury. How dare this little man be snarky with me.

Allie sensed the inferno that had begun to rage. "Julio, just leave. Babe, come to the balcony with me."

If Julio had said even one more word, I am not sure what I would have done. But he kept his mouth shut, quickly gathering himself and escaping back through our suite. Meanwhile, Allie had moved over to me, leading me towards the ocean.

"Babe, look, I know you're upset," Allie said softly. "But this whole thing was your idea. You can't blame me for having some fun too."

"That was more than just fun." My tone was ice. "You fucked our butler."

Allie studied me. "Look babe, forget Julio. Let me finish you off, and you'll feel better."

I'd gone soft but was still naked... Allie grasped me with her hands and began pumping.

Despite my fury, I found myself getting aroused again. A few minutes later, Allie had taken me back in her mouth. I didn't last much longer after that.

We cleaned up and went to bed. I went through the motions in a daze, unable to believe what had taken place.

Allie acted like everything was fine, but every time I closed my eyes, I saw Julio's shaft pounding deep into my wife's pussy... their mutual moans reverberating in my brain.

***

I awoke off-balance. While dulled, anger still throbbed in my veins, and I was in a foul mood. Leaving Allie alone in our bed, I dressed and stepped into the morning air. Maybe some hair-of-the-dog would give me peace.

I made my way to the central resort building, then beelined for the coffee shop inside. I ordered two Irish coffees--room 2036, please--and found a comfortable chair off-center in the lobby.

I'd almost finished the second cup when a familiar voice spoke from behind me.

"Beautiful morning, isn't it, sir?"

I turned around to find Julio standing behind me. In a flash, I was out of the chair.

My simmering rage boiled over, and before I knew what I was doing, I threw a hook at Julio's jaw. It connected with a satisfying thunk, whipping his face sideways... the sudden force knocking him out instantly.

Julio crumpled onto the ground. For a moment, I felt a twisted satisfaction.

"¡Dios!" cried a nearby receptionist, racing over to check on her fallen coworker. "Carlos, Carlos... ¿Estás bien?" Confirming he was just unconscious, she whipped her head towards me. "Why? What did he do to you?"

Carlos? What?

I took a closer look at the man I'd beaten down. Horror filled my mind as I realized that it was not Julio on the ground. My anger and alcohol-addled mind had warped my perception--I'd attacked an innocent man.

The receptionist didn't wait for me to respond, speaking quickly into a walkie-talkie. In a daze, I collapsed back into the chair I'd been relaxing in moments before. What had I done?

I was still in shock when two resort security guards came to retrieve me. By then, there was a crowd of workers surrounding us, providing Carlos medical attention... and ensuring I'd commit no further violence.

I went peacefully with security, accepting whatever consequences were in store for me. But then I remembered, Allie was still back in our suite. She'd have no idea what happened to me.

"Wait, can someone tell my wife what's going on? She should be in our suite. Room 2036."

The security team stopped. One of them walked over to the receptionist; they began whispering quickly in Spanish. The receptionist went to her desk and mumbled something into her walkie-talkie. There was a reply, then some back-and-forth. At last, the receptionist spoke again with the guard, who finally came back to me.

"Okay, sir, we've got it handled. We spoke with Julio, your butler, and explained the situation. He wanted me to assure you that your wife was in good hands. That he'd pay her special attention until we get this all sorted out."

My rage returned with renewed vigor, but it was black ice rather than white-hot.

There was no doubt what Julio had meant.

And there was nothing I could do to stop him.

As security led me away to my fate, my vision became filled with images of Allie spreadeagled on our bed... deep in the throes of ecstasy... moaning wildly... screaming her new lover's name.

And then there was Julio... thrusting steadily between Allie's legs... his cock penetrating to her innermost depths... mouth gaping in pleasure as he finished inside her yet again...

And then, worst of all: after he'd finished pouring himself my wife, he'd lean over to her ear and whisper:

"I'll check on you again tonight."

And she'd say:

"Please."