The Marriage Justly Divided

By Denis Brasfield

The ideal vacation should have been had. Sea, sand, and tight bikinis in the sun. A deserted island with three men and their attractive wives. What could possibly be wrong?
Everything is the answer!
yet very differently than you might imagine.
Additionally, the motorboat was lost. Everything had vanished, including the clothing. Furthermore, it was doubtful that we would ever be picked up.
With the exception of our wives and copious amounts of alcohol, we no longer have anything with which to play, and the longer the alcohol flows, the more sleazier everything becomes. The horny desires are shown. dirty taboos were lived out. Secrets are coming out one after another. Everything is getting better and better, sleazier and sleakier every day! Perhaps excluding that one damn sweet thing about my naughty little wife...
Please do not read if you are under the age of 18.
 All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older
 

• Language: English
• Publisher: MARK CURRY
• Release date: Feb 3, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215713204

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Table of Contents

Chapter  1

Chapter  2

Chapter  3

Chapter  4

The Marriage Justly Divided

Author: Denis Brasfield

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Chapter  1

Darren, will you give me a hand?"

I sighed. My wife Carol could be relentless. While I was still struggling with the jet lag, she had already got off and opened the back door of the shuttle bus to take care of our bags. And it was a pleasure to watch her stretch in her breezy summer sandals, stand on tiptoe and lift our luggage. Her red miniskirt then slid up just that little bit, showing off her tanned legs and emphasizing her shapely bottom. I almost got so smitten that I forgot how long we had been married and that she actually wanted me to help her.

I yawned and grabbed my bag.

Tired, darling?

Yes, I admitted. I only crave one thing. After a shower, a bed and a coral special.

That's three things, honey. Her lips, always made for a quick smile, curled up and she didn't blush a bit. You get my special blowjob - but only if I get my money's worth.

Sweet little beast. I patted her bottom and she put up with my chuckle.

My wife! How lucky I was. To my great delight, she loved short dresses - dresses that reached no more than the knees. And stockings and high heels. And when a sudden gust of wind lifted her little dress and revealed a little more than was appropriate, she always commented with that dreamy, almost cheeky smile. Her green eyes always sparkled like two jewels. She had turned the heads of so many men with that. Some even received slaps from their wives for their looks.

She wasn't wearing high heels and stockings at the moment, but the rest was fine as it was.

Where exactly are we? I took a deep breath of the warm sea air and let my gaze wander over the picturesque little marina and the elegant restaurant. I've always been a sucker for geography, but this place was lovely to look at. The golden evening sun gave the whole thing an almost kitschy postcard look.

Coral giggled and brushed back her shoulder-length black hair. Somewhere between Hawaii, Bali and the Philippines.

Well, that narrowed it down.

And the island Rowan was talking about?

Well, I guess follow the sun and turn right at the third star. She shaded her eyes with her hand and looked into the sunset.

Ahh, I said, snuggling up against her from behind. But then if you suddenly float off on pixie dust and a hookman runs after me, I'm out, got it?

Don't worry darling, my fairy glow is enough for both of us. She happily snuggled into my shoulder and waved to Rowan and Amber, who were already waiting for us by one of the motor boats. Interesting part. It wasn't a nutshell, but you couldn't really sleep on it either. Stown on it were three jet skis, half a dozen wakeboards, and plenty of surfing gear. My smile got bigger with every step. We laughed more than