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Tanner tried to apologize to me again the following morning by cuddling up for more sex. Since the last three times we'd had sex hadn't ended well for me, I told him I wasn't much interested in fucking, which is what he'd done the past few days.

"Are you ever going to forgive me?" Tanner asked.

"I imagine I will at some point, but look at it from my point of view. You pounded me so hard I was sore, practically choked me to death the next time and made me orgasm past bearing last night. I know you're capable of gentle and caring sex; you've proven it to me multiple times since we've been married, but lately, I haven't felt loved. I felt I was only there as a receptacle for your sperm. I don't know why the change, but sex has been less than enjoyable recently."

I wanted to say the best sex I'd had the last couple days was with an elderly black man on the beach instead of my husband, but I couldn't say it.

"I want the Tanner who made me a woman on my wedding night, not the Tanner of the last couple days. When that man returns to me, I'll happily make love with him."

"How can I prove he's returned if you don't give me a chance?" Tanner asked.

"I don't know, Tanner. Perhaps I need a little time to get past the way you've treated me lately. It might help if you showed a little non-sexual consideration and attention to me."

"I'm sorry for everything lately. I guess I've been overeager to experience everything with you."

"I'm happy you want to have sex with me. I want to be your beloved; the one you turn to for pleasure. Unfortunately, there hasn't been an overabundance of pleasure for me. That's not to say I don't orgasm. You've managed to make me climax; but orgasm alone isn't enough for me. It's the whole experience and it's been lacking the last few times we've had sex. When I feel less like an object of lust and more like a person, I'll enjoy it more."

My blackmailer was already making me feel like a sexual object. I needed something different from my husband.

"I'll do better. I promise."

"Please do," I said.

Tanner asked me to wear the white suit Taylor had given me. It was little better than the other one I wore during my last escapade. I was disinclined to wear that one for awhile given the circumstances of the last time I wore it.

"You realize it's nearly transparent when it gets wet," I reminded Tanner, "which could easily happen out on a a boat. Do you really want Stan to see that much of me?"

"It wouldn't be much different than the one you were wearing yesterday while you were getting drunk, and as I recall, you were topless when we got here. I don't mind other men admiring my wife as long as it's all they're doing. Look but do not touch seems to be our motto."

"If that's what you wish, Tanner, but don't blame me if he pays attention to me. I sense it might be part of the reason you've been less gentle with me. My exposure to others causes you to desire re-staking your claim on me, to prove I'm yours. I know I'm yours and you don't have to prove it to me, and you can't prove it to others because I won't be having sex in front of other people."

"Mmm. Perhaps you're right. That's quite insightful Mrs. Mason."

"So do you still want me to wear the white suit?"

"Yes, please. I'll restrain any jealous impulses I feel when other men notice you."

"Have you got what you need to wear to Gordon's tonight?" I asked.

"Yes. Have you got lots of sunscreen?"

"SPF 50, I've got a lot of pale skin to cover if I'm wearing the white suit."

I spread sunscreen on before I even donned the suit, Tanner doing my back for me, including my butt crack as the suit didn't cover much in the back. I noticed he lingered when spreading the lotion there. I didn't say anything, already sorry for my denial of his attentions this morning. I put on the suit afterward and it was as brief as I remembered it and as translucent. Our food came at 9:45 and Stan pulled up at our dock a few minutes after ten. Kathy was already topless, though her bottoms weren't as scandalously brief as mine yesterday. Stan left the motor idling.

"Ahoy, mateys. Welcome aboard," Stan called out. "May I say, Mrs. Mason, you're looking particularly fetching this morning."

"I concur," Kathy said. "It's a beautiful swimsuit."

"We got the food," Tanner said, "do you have the booze?"

"Arrrggghh," Stan said, "we've plenty of rum in the hold. You can shove off, Tanner. We're ready to plunder and pillage."

Tanner pushed off and hopped in the front of the boat. Stan backed the boat up at idle speed until we were well away from the dock, then he kicked it up, staying on the Caribbean Sea side of the resort.

"You can put your clothes for this evening in the dry well. We've got a choice of things to do. We can hit a small island nearby belonging to the resort, maybe do some nude sunbathing in the morning before it gets too hot, maybe some snorkeling. We can run around, burn off some gas, get some windburn. This boat is set up for water skiing," Stan said. "Anyone want to give it a try?"

"I vote for sunbathing, snorkeling and lunch in the morning, skiing in the afternoon," Kathy said.

Tanner seconded the motion. I was willing to do whatever the others did, though I didn't plan on getting naked. I was already uncomfortable with the skin I was showing. "I'm good with whatever you decide," I said. "I'm just glad for an opportunity to get away." I was sick of being spied on by my blackmailer. Hopefully, by going out on the boat, I could relax a little as he could not spy on me.

"Remote island, here we come," Stan said. He set a course and cranked up the speed. "Hey, Brooke. Have you ever driven a boat before?"

"No. Is it hard?"

"Not at all. You want to give it a try?"

"Sure."

Stan put me behind the wheel of the boat. "This is how you steer; just like a car. This is the throttle. You push it forward to go faster, pull it back to go slower. If you pull it back past the detent, you put the engine in reverse. I've entered the GPS coordinates in the navigation system. You keep aiming toward the arrow at the top of the screen and eventually, you'll see the island."

He sat down in the seat beside me. Tanner and Kathy sat in the bow, right in front of me. Kathy asked Tanner to put sunscreen on her back and he obliged. Nothing more than that, then Kathy took the lotion and rubbed it all over her front. Tanner kept a close eye on her as she oiled up her breasts. I didn't particularly care too much, I was watching too. She was easy on the eyes, even for me, so I didn't begrudge Tanner the eyeful. When she was done, Kathy stretched out on the seat beside him, leaning back with her hands behind her head. She really did have nice breasts, and her current pose did a lot to accentuate them. Stan seemed indifferent to her, paying far more attention to me.

The trip took around a half hour. Stan took the wheel as we got close. I was happy to relinquish it as we got close. Stan had Tanner drop the anchor at the front of the boat about twenty feet off shore, Stan let the line play out a little on a drift, then dropped one at the stern. He had Tanner pull forward on the front line to set the rear anchor, then tie off, while he secured the line in the rear.

"Anything you want to bring to the beach and keep dry, put it in the dry bag. I've got blankets and towels in there now. We'll need the food, suntan lotion, sunglasses, I guess," Stan said. "The snorkeling gear is in the net bag. We don't care if it gets wet, do we?"