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By the time the boys got home, we were looped, half dozing in the sun. They had to get us functional before dinner. Tanner helped me get to my feet and walked me to the shower. He got my bottoms undone and took off his own clothes and propped me up in the shower, turning the water to cold. We both stood there, shivering, until I seemed able to stand by myself. After patting me dry, he helped get me in a blouse, panties and shorts. All I'd need to go to the Bombay Club were sandals. Stan had started some coffee and while he and Kathy went to use the shower, Tanner started me in on cups of coffee and bottled water. They came out of the bathroom, wearing our robes for the moment. Stan started Kathy in on water and coffee as well.

"Stan, I don't think your wife is a good influence on mine. I've never seen Brooke so drunk before."

"Not her fault," I mumbled. "I got her drunk."

"Why the hell are you drinking?" Tanner demanded.

"Seemed like thing to do," I said. "We're supposed to be having a good time. It's my honeymoon. You're off playing golf, 'stead of paying attention to me. Leaving me alone to get into trouble. Kathy tried to slow me down, then she tried to keep up with me, so not drinking alone."

"Keep drinking water and coffee; both of you," Stan said. "More water than coffee; it's a diuretic too. Would you like some aspirin to go with your water."

"Sure," we both said.

Tanner gave us both a couple aspirin. "Would you like to start working your legs; go for a walk on the beach maybe?"

Kathy and I both looked at each other and said, "No" as one.

"Just along the bungalow boardwalk," I said. "Not too far."

Stan and Kathy put their clothes back on and we all went walking along the bungalow dock. It was a fairly long pier with the bungalows on either side, over the water. Tanner's and mine was the farthest on the left. By the time we'd walked the length back and forth four times, Kathy and I were feeling a little better. I needed a little less hand holding to get around.

"Seriously, Brooke, why were you drinking?" Tanner asked.

I couldn't tell him the real reason. That I was forced into sucking and fucking another man. That my life was no longer my own. That I was no longer his good little girl, the woman he thought he was marrying. I'd have to find some way to deal with it other than drinking to the point of intoxication, which was completely out of character for me.

"My dog died," I said. "I was feeling sad."

"You don't have a dog," Tanner said.

"Then I must have been feeling sad for no reason. Leave it alone, Tanner. It won't happen again." I refused to look at him, thinking he might read something in my eyes.

"Well, this a merry band of men," Kathy said. "I think we should have a drink."

Her comment got everyone laughing again and no one said anything more about the two drunk women, soused before four in the afternoon. We finally went back to the bungalow and Stan and Tanner each had a couple drinks before supper, Kathy and I gratefully declined more booze.

I asked how the golf game went.

"It went great," Stan said. "Except Tanner won and took a hundred dollars off me, even with a stroke a hole handicap."

"I promised to pay for dinner, Stan. Quit whining."

We all laughed. As an all inclusive resort, we weren't paying for anything except our per person per night charge, around $850 per day for the two of us with the bungalow and butler service. Kathy and Stan might be paying less. This resort dropped down to around $290 per night at the lowest rate and we were getting one night free by paying for six.

Dinner time started to roll around and Tanner asked Stan and Kathy if they wanted to change clothes before going out.

"I think so," Stan said. "I golfed in these and don't particularly feel fresh."

"Do you want to meet us there, or do you want us to accompany you?"

"I don't think that's necessary. We'll meet you there."

They headed out and Tanner looked at me. He didn't say anything but he showed me he still had questions. I didn't have any answers I could provide him so I sat in one of the lounge chairs on the deck, with another bottle of water, waiting for our departure.

Tanner took the chair beside me and asked, "What did you and Kathy do today?"

"We went for a walk on the beach and got drunk."

"I was surprised you wore that dinky suit."

"Me, too." I was being particularly uncommunicative, but I was trying to discourage questions. I took another swig of water.

"Are you loosening up a little?"

"I guess so." The absolute minimum answer. What was I going to tell him? I'm being forced to be a slut.

"Are you feeling alright?"

"Not bad, a little hungover. I'll get over it." Another drink of water. Please stop asking me questions, Tanner. I can't tell you anything that really matters.

He finally started getting the hint I didn't want to chat and got up, going into the bungalow to straighten up the kitchen. I closed my eyes. I wanted to cry again, and it was sheer force of will which kept the tears from overflowing my eyes. Grow up, Brooke, I told myself. You can't be a little girl anymore. Figure something out. Kathy was right. Things kept getting worse. My blackmailer now had videos of me sucking two different cocks and with one of me fucking after, all taken on my wedding day and honeymoon. I imagined each time I was forced into something new, another video would be added to the collection, each one painting a more despicable picture of me. If Tanner ever saw them all, he'd kick me to the curb so fast, I'd bounce two or three times, like a stone skipping across the pond. Him using other parties to do his dirty work wasn't helping me figure out who it was. I needed him to make another appearance, but not on my honeymoon. I needed him on home turf. I needed some control back.

Tanner came out on the deck and said, "It's time to go."

"Of course." I finished off the water and said, "I'm ready."

We walked up to the Bombay Club. I was starting to feel much better now, but no so much I'd have any more to drink. Even wine would be too much for me now. We met the Wrights and were escorted to our table. Katherine must have agreed with me about the effects of further alcohol consumption because she ordered ginger ale instead of a drink. It sounded good to me so I got some as well, along with more water. Tanner and Stan got Indian beers. I did the best I could to put a smile back on my face and join the others in conversing and discussing normal things and for the most part, I was successful. Every so often, I'd feel myself start to drift and would reel myself back in to join the current topic of conversation.

Tanner and I shared a chicken tikka appetizer, Stan and Kathy had the garlic shrimp tikka. For entrees, Stan had chicken dhaba curry and Kathy got a vegetarian dish called aloo gobhi. Tanner got mutton vindaloo, and I got lamb in something called Josh Rogan I wondered if it was named after a chef, or it was actual Indian words which merely sounded like a name. All four of us got the Kashmiri pulao rice. Kathy and I got the kuchumber salads, Tanner the raita, and Stan the mango chutney. There was a little tasting from everyone's plates, so we could get a bite of everything. We all skipped the desserts.

We made plans for Stan and Kathy to pick us up in a boat at ten. Tanner called our butler, Roberta, and arranged for picnic type food from the Jerk Shack to be delivered at 9:45. We planned on being out on the boat all day, until it was time to return for supper. Since we were on the boat, we were going to dine at Gordon's Pier Restaurant. It wasn't far from the bungalows, and we could tie up and eat, then return to our place. The only problem was Gordon's required resort evening wear, so we'd have to bring dressier clothes with us after a day on the water, pants or jeans and sleeved shirts for the men, dresses for the women, appropriate footwear. Sandals would do. Made no sense to have a place called Sandals if they weren't always appropriate footwear. No t-shirts, swimsuits, flip-flops, or shorts.

We walked back by ourselves, the Wrights going back to their place. I was disappointed in the way I'd treated Tanner earlier, through no fault of his own and determined I would be especially nice to him tonight to make up for my drunken taciturnity and for fucking around on him. I remembered my gift from Tiffany and her telling me it was something both Tanner and I could enjoy, plus it was waterproof.

"I have something I want to do with you tonight," I whispered to Tanner as we entered the front door. "Something good. Fill the tub with water and get in. I'll join you in a few minutes."

"Sounds intriguing. I'll get right on it."

He went out onto the deck and started filling the tub, stripping off his clothes and leaving them on the bed before climbing into the tub. I went into the bathroom and found my Vibe. I removed my clothing and inserted the Vibe, though I left it off for the moment. Naked but for my device I went out to the tub. I found the curtain Kathy told me about and pulled it around the tub, shutting us off from the prying eyes I knew were out there. Tanner noticed the pink device on my otherwise bald mound and asked what it was.

"You'll see in a moment," I said. "Sit up on the edge of the tub."

He sat on the edge of the tub and I enclosed his penis in my warm, wet mouth and sucked until he was erect.

"I like your idea so far," Tanner said, grinning, when I told him to sit down in the tub again.

I placed his shaft at the entrance to my sheath and slowly sank down over his full length until he filled me completely. I handed him the remote.

"Play around with this remote until you find a speed and pattern that you enjoy, Tanner. Tonight is all about you. I want this to be memorable for you."

Tanner turned on the Vibe and we both felt the vibrations, me on my clit and g-spot, him on his shaft. "Whoa. That's intense." He started cycling through the different patterns. Apparently, he found one he liked, because after going through them all, he went back to one and left it there. He set the remote down. When he did, I started riding him, moving up and down his shaft as the vibrator started bringing both of us toward a peak. He helped me along by squeezing and kneading my tits as we kissed like sex starved teenagers. Mine occurred first. The vibrations on all my nerve centers combined with the fat penis filling me sent me crashing off the cliff, and I started shuddering in euphoric delight, unable to move save the trembling of my body. When my orgasm finally eased, I started riding him some more, faster this time, the water sloshing and splashing with our movements.