An Unexpected Hotwife Vacation: Dark Bully Short Story (Bully Betrayal Ep. 34 )

By Dex O'Donald

Sam thought he had left his high school tormentor, Joe McCall, behind. A towering figure who reveled in humiliation, Joe had made Sam's life a living nightmare. But six years later, on a sun-soaked vacation in Miami with his stunning wife, Julia, Sam's past comes roaring back.

The couple's vacation takes a wild turn when they run into Joe at a nightclub. Invited to Joe's VIP booth, they find themselves drawn into a world of Miami's elite, where the lines between desire and loyalty begin to blur.

As the night wears on, old wounds are reopened, and secrets are revealed. Joe's magnetic presence begins to work its way into Julia's mind, and Sam's insecurities resurface with a vengeance. The dance floor becomes a battleground of lust, jealousy, and hidden desires.

With a story that vividly paints the contrast between Sam's past and present, "An Unexpected Hotwife Vacation" is a scintillating exploration of love, trust, and the games people play. Can Sam and Julia's relationship withstand the temptations of Miami's nightlife, or will they become another casualty of Joe's twisted games?

Dive into this erotic tale, where the heat of Miami is only matched by the burning passions that threaten to consume everything.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dex O'Donald
• Release date: Aug 17, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215123522

Dex O'Donald

Premier author of Cuckold erotica. Intense. Graphic. Passionate. I try to bring a twist to the genre that might make some uncomfortable. Hopefully it allows for discomfort and pleasure together.

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Chapter 1

Back in the heyday of adolescent insecurities that was high school, my bully Joe McCall had this thing about playing the tyrant. He was a giant of a kid - towering, ebony-skinned, built like a truck. Joe was this stereotypical jock, all padded up on the football field, while I was your quintessential nerd, lost in the cacophony of the band.

Each time I managed to get a girl to notice me, it was always, Hey, Sam. How about you pass along her digits? Let her experience what it's like with a real man, huh? And Joe would flash that fucking brilliant smile, like a predator bearing his teeth after a particularly satisfying kill.

Gym class with Joe was always a nightmare. Hey, Sam! It's just push-ups, bro! Stop acting like such a wimp! But nothing could compare to the humiliation in the showers after. That one time, Joe, surrounded by his meathead posse from the football team, decided it was hilarious to point out my flaccid white penis to the entire group.

Goddamn, Sam! That's your dick?! He bellowed, erupting into laughter. No wonder you can't keep a girl! Thus, the joke was born, my lack of endowment becoming a punchline in the grotesque comedy of high school life. Goddamn Sam stuck like a stubborn stain on a white shirt.

So, a heartfelt thanks for that, Joe.

When we finally graduated, the thought of never having to cross paths with Joe again was a comforting blanket I wrapped myself in. The realization itself, of not having to deal with his bullshit anymore, was one of the things I enjoyed most about post-high school life.

Fast forward six years.

Three days in Miami, Julia and I had settled into a routine - beach by day, clubs by night. One year into marriage and I was still hooked on her. She had chestnut brown hair and an ass that thickened outward along the curve of the cheeks. In a word, it was perfect.

Our love-making had been