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A few minutes later, Stan saw something else he wanted to show me and headed back down, holding my hand. When we were about five feet away, he wouldn't let me get any closer and pointed to a particular hole in the coral. Finally, I saw a speckled brown head sticking about four inches out of the hole and recognized it as an eel. We watched each other awhile, neither of us eager to get closer to the other, then Stan headed for the surface again. He took his snorkel out of his mouth when we reached the surface so he could speak.

"You can stay down a fairly long time," he said. "I'm impressed."

"Varsity swim team and good lungs," I replied.

"Great lungs," he said. "I've been admiring them."

"Those aren't my lungs, those are my boobs."

"Great boobs covering great lungs. I admire the whole package, and I'm never wrong."

"Thank you, Dr. Wright." I smiled at him.

"More?"

"Yes, please."

We stayed out another half an hour and I was enjoying it immensely, but I started getting hungry and told him on one of our trips to the surface.

"Me too," he said. "Let's get some chow and beverages.

We swam back to shore and pulled off our fins close to where we put them on. When we reached our blankets, I saw Tanner was now on Kathy's, but they were just talking. We dried off and Stan suggested I put on more suntan lotion as most of it probably washed off in the water. I did what I could to the front of me, realizing I was providing everyone with a show. Stan offered to do my back for me, but I said it was probably better if Tanner did it since it dipped so far in the back and my buns were bare.

"Stan can put your lotion on. I don't care," Tanner said. "I put some on Kathy's back when she needed a refresh."

So Stanley put lotion on my back. He had good hands. I felt weird when he spread lotion on my buttocks, but he didn't get handsy and acted professionally while he spread the lotion on. Stan handed me the lotion when he was done and asked if I'd return the favor. I looked at Tanner and he wasn't looking at me, he was back to talking with Kathy, so I put lotion on my hands and spread it on Stan's back. Stan had a little hair on his back. Not like a bear or anything, but noticeable. His buttocks were even hairier and the closer I got to them, the more nervous I became. Tanner wasn't paying a shred of attention to me, so I wasn't sure what I should do when I got to them. I was conscious of how close my hands would be to his scrotum, his anus and other sexually charged parts of his body. He'd just done my buns and been as professional as a doctor with a patient, so I figured if I acted with the same amount of professionalism, I'd be okay. I spread the lotion on his butt, not glossing over them, but not lingering either.

I finished up and said, "You're done." He turned over and I could see his penis had enjoyed the attention to his back. It was quasi hard and I felt strange I'd almost given him a hard-on. Nobody else seemed to give a rat's ass, so I ignored it as much as I could, turning away when he spread lotion on his penis and testicles. Since Tanner was on Stan's towel, it appeared Stan and I would be sharing mine.

"Food anyone," I said, trying to busy myself through my discomfort.

Everyone agreed food was a good idea. I passed out plates of jerked chicken and pork with salad, while Stan handed out ice cold beers to everyone. Normally, I wasn't too fond of beer, but I had to admit it went well with the jerked meats, especially cold. After we ate, Kathy said she'd like to go snorkeling. Tanner volunteered to go with her because he hadn't gone yet. They got what they needed from the mesh bag and headed out into the water.

"Do you want to go again?" Stan asked.

"No thanks," I replied.

"Another beer?"

"No, but if you have any water, I'd like one of those, please."

Stan pulled a water from the cooler and handed one to me.

"I've been admiring your swimsuit," he said.

"What there is of it, you mean. It's not much. I almost feel naked."

"Since you almost feel naked; why not go naked?"

"Almost is a far cry from naked as far as I concerned. At least it's something, transparent as it might be."

"I'm a doctor. I've seen lots of naked women."

"Then you don't need to see one more. It should be boring to you now."

"A beautiful woman is never boring."

"I noticed," nodding to his just short of an erection penis.

He glanced down, looked up and smiled at me. "Sorry."

He paused. "How many men have you seen naked?"

"Did Kathy mention what happened yesterday?"

"Yes. She didn't give me details, but she told me what you were forced to do."

"Then you know about all of them."

"So, I'm only the fourth one."

"So far. I don't imagine I'll be lucky enough it will end at four."

He nodded. "I'm sorry about your problems."

"Thank you. I appreciate your concern." I lay back and shaded my eyes with my arm.

Stan got up and moved to his own blanket, lying down on his stomach. After several minutes, I flipped over as well. I dozed off. I was awakened by my phone going off. I looked at my phone. An unknown number. I looked around for Tanner and he and Kathy were still in the water, so I opened up my messages.

I have another task for you.

Shit! Why couldn't he at least leave me alone during my honeymoon.

"Is it your blackmailer?" Stan asked. I nodded. "What's he want this time?"

"I don't know yet."

"Why don't you ask him."

What do you want? I texted him.

You need to ditch your husband again unless you'd like to perform your task in front of him.

What task?

Before you leave, you need to go to a nightclub I'm familiar with.

Why?

You'll find out.

How do you expect me to get away from my husband on my honeymoon?

Figure it out or you know what will happen.

He texted a photo of me participating in yesterday's task, his black cock in me. I must have been having an orgasm. The look of pleasure on my face was undeniable.

"He refuses to tell me what he wants, although I'm sure I can guess, but I have to find some way of getting away from Tanner."

"I might be able to help you with that," Stan said.

"How?"

"I'm having a poker game with some other people I met here. I could invite Tanner to the game."

"Some more swinger friends?" I asked.

"Two of them are. Two of them aren't, but you don't have to worry. It's an all guy poker game."

"You'd do that for me?"

"Of course. Anything to help out."

"When's the game?"

"Tomorrow night. Maybe Kathy could help you out again. She'll just be in the way at the poker game, unless she wants to be part of the final pot for the winner."

I could picture Kathy, laid out on the poker table, the winner taking her as part of his winnings. "Why don't you ask Tanner, see if he wants to join you? It would be helpful," I asked.

"Sure thing."

Fifteen or twenty minutes later, Tanner and Kathy returned, talking about all they'd seen while snorkeling. We talked about what we'd seen underwater as well. Tanner was particularly fascinated by the octopus. He hadn't seen one, although he did see the speckled brown eel.

"Are you folks about ready to try waterskiing now?" Stan asked.

"I'm definitely in," Kathy said.

"Sure, I'll try it," Tanner said. "I've always wanted to give it a shot."

"How about you, Brooke?" Stan asked.

"Let me see how difficult it is before I give you an answer."

"Get all our stuff in the boat," Stan said. "We'll have to leave after we're done."

We carried everything out to the boat and stowed the food, although Stan gave us all more water before stowing the cooler. He hooked lines to the overhead bar and unloaded a couple of skis. He threw the line out the back of the boat along with the skis. Kathy got in the water and I could see her putting the skis on her feet. Stan tossed her a flotation vest and asked her to put it on in case she should get knocked senseless.

"Is it that dangerous?" I asked.

"Not really," Stan said, "but better safe than sorry. Kathy's a good skier. She's never had any problems, but things do happen and I don't want her drowning."

I nodded. "Tanner, I want you to keep an eye on Kathy. If she falls for any reason, let me know and I'll cut the power right away. Brooke, Kathy wants to slalom, so she's going to drop a ski. Keep an eye on the ski for me so we can recover it after she's done skiing."

"Okay," I said.