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The Cayman Proxy (Box One): An Erotic Hotwife Box Set

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by KT Morrison


  Mitch and Kate showed them to their big, beautiful bedroom with the stunning view, and they dropped off their bags. Omar followed Mitch into the private bath.

  Kiley touched Kate’s forearm with a finger, said, “This is crazy you know.”

  “Yeah, shit, you’re not getting cold feet are you?”

  She told her that she wasn’t. She was good to go. She actually was pretty interested in the idea. Not her first foursome, mind. But this setting, this circumstance? She did worry about seeing her friend in a new way. And naked—sexually naked. That was a pretty freaky thought. She pushed the image away, we’ll deal with that when we come to it.

  She was worried for Kate. For her relationship with Mitch. Mitch was a real surprise. Buttoned up, borderline stuffed shirt. How had she convinced him to do this?

  She watched Kate, happily chatting with Omar now by the window, Mitch had his arm over her shoulder. She was one lucky girl. Look around, Kate she thought. Look at all you’ve got.

  Mitch doted on her, he’d always done that. She’d always thought Mitch was completed by Kate. He seemed like the kind of guy who would fall to pieces if he’d lost her somehow. What had become of these two? They seemed far different than the last time she saw them.

  She’d been there for Kate when she’d lost the baby but felt enormously guilty that she’d been so far away in the aftermath. Couldn’t be helped, she’d relocated for work and the travel was too much. She kind of knew though that there was more to it. That maybe in some way the inconvenience came too conveniently. That was a lot, during that time. That was a sad, dreadful patch. She was always there for a call or a text, but being truly there was difficult and it wasn’t really, honestly, due to travel. Kate and Mitch went through the wringer, had tried again and again, then came the tests, the in vitro. God, the money they spent. But mostly how hard it must have been for them. It was beyond Kiley’s ability to help. What could she have said to her?

  “Did you want to unpack, freshen up? Or we could get a bite.”

  “Yeah, we’ll unpack later. We could maybe do with a wash up though, give us a minute.” Omar agreed, and they closed the door.

  So this was the guy. Not what she expected. She’d thought a lot of what was going to come through the door. Why hadn’t she asked Kiley for a picture of his face? Well, whatever, she thought, this was good. She did like what she saw. He had strong dark features, a hard jaw and a sharp nose, black stubble but his hair was a close-cropped sandy brown. And were his eyes navy? He was more handsome than she’d considered. Of course, what did she expect from Kiley? Kiley was a stunner. She hoped it wasn’t all too much for Mitch.

  Their golf cart zipped along the path through the resort with an electric whine. It came with the suite, and Mitch was up front behind the little wheel. She looked at Omar’s profile as he talked to Mitch from the passenger side. He had a nice smile.

  “It’s so good to see you, Kate. I can’t believe we’re here,” Kiley said, and put her hand on her forearm. Kate put her hand over it and kissed Kiley’s bare shoulder.

  “I love you, pet,” she said. She’d missed her so much. They were in constant contact through texts but it had been a year and a half since she’d spent time with her best friend. They’d been quite inseparable since they were both kids. Kiley had been with her through some of the toughest breaks growing up, had seen her at her worst. She thought of Mitch as Kiley’s male counterpart. They were the only two people left in her life that she felt she could trust.

  Back in the suite Kate had said they should just order in some room service. It had been excellent last night. Mitch kind of waffled and said they should go out. He didn’t want to spend the whole day in the room. He booked them a place on the patio so they could sit outside. She hoped that’s what it was, not that he’d felt uncomfortable with Kiley and Omar thrust into their living space. That would sort of be like Mitch, too.

  Mitch put the golf cart in with a bunch of other carts off to the edge of the parking. They walked along the narrow, wooden boardwalk that took them to the bleached wood pillars and tall glass front of the restaurant. It was such a beautiful day. Blue sky with just the faint white splotches of clouds, a slight breeze.

  Kiley and Kate followed along behind Mitch and Omar. Omar wasn’t too tall, not short though. He had a muscular build, but slim. He looked good in his linen pants and sneakers. He dressed all right. She liked it. Of course that could be all Kiley, she really knew her way around a man’s wardrobe.

  The hostess walked them across the stone floor of the busy restaurant, under the rattan ceiling fans and the tall indoor palms, out to the warmth of the sunlight on the patio. She sat them at the edge by the railing, looking out over a small garden, the Caribbean Sea just beyond.

  Talking with Omar was easy enough but Mitch couldn’t help looking him over, assessing this guy. He had to force himself to pay attention, to stay in the conversation. He looked at the tanned, healthy, olive skin of his forearms, his big muscular hands, surprisingly clean nails for a mechanic. His fingers were thick but somehow elegant, watching as they twirled the silverware while they waited for the food to come. It was just some sort of primal response. Assessing this rival’s health, his mating ability. But if it were truly primal, why wouldn’t he put a stop to this? Sink his canines into his scruffy neck. Emerge the victor?

  “Oh, really?” Kate said, “Mitch loves race cars.”

  Easy, he thought, I’m not a ten-year-old. “Yeah, well, a bit. I’ve been to LeMans twice.”

  “Huh, yes, that is where I will be one day, maybe.” Omar said. Omar had been telling him how he was a Formula 3 mechanic. A number one mechanic on an F3 team.

  “How long have you been doing that?”

  “Since forever in one way or another. F3 now for a few years. We have a good team, and I run a shop there too.” He talked a lot with his big hands. Shrugging for emphasis.

  5

  Kissing Rays

  Mitch figured Captain Rod had everything figured out. A Brit living in Grand Cayman, tanned and healthy, long hair thick and greasy from the ocean. Just taking tourists out every day, weather permitting, on his catamaran. Wasn’t cheap either. But those bigger tours were packed with a lot of what his Dad would have called riffraff, and who knows how safe they were. The wind whipped at his hair as they sailed out to some special spot described with a wink by the first mate Izzy, a tall, lean black kid dressed only in shorts, his long hair braided with colourful beads. Rod said they were guaranteed to swim with stingrays, maybe even a dolphin, mid-morning Bourbon on his breath.

  “How much longer do you think?” Kate said, behind sunglasses, hair pulled back in a ponytail. She rubbed his back and looked out over the waves with him.

  “I think it’s just up there,” he said pointing at a line on the horizon where there were some other boats bunched up along a sandy little cove. Well, looks like they were going to be with the riffraff after all.

  Kate jerked her thumb over her shoulder and he saw Omar looking a bit green, leaning into Kiley. Kiley had her arm around him, hair tossing around wildly. Just like Kate she was wearing a big, colourful, over-sized T-shirt that came down to her knees, string of a bikini top visible at her shoulder in the big wide neck of it. No make-up, but she was hot as hell. Sharp jawline, thin neck, long legs tucked up underneath her on a cushioned seat at the back of the catamaran. Omar might be better off up at the front here but that was up to him.

  He put his arm around Kate’s waist as Rod slid the catamaran in between these other big Tour boats, looked at her excited face. There were rays there.

  Izzy shrugged to Kate as an apology, they didn’t know other people would be here. But Kate didn’t care anyway, she smiled it off and looked to see where Omar was. Mitch was talking to Rod, Rod explaining how to handle a stingray, what to look for, the rules (which Mitch always liked to be aware of), and he was standing there motioning out over the water, Mitch taking it all in.

  She saw Omar and Kiley just
behind, vaguely listening to the captain, and she went and stood with them.

  “They’re not dangerous are they?” Kiley said to Kate, leaning over to her.

  Kate caught Omar’s eye, laughed, said, No we'll be all right, and she took her T-shirt off over her head. She held a while, her head still wrapped up in her tee, hoping he would get a good look at her body in her too-small bikini.

  She threw her shirt back with the cooler and watched Omar as he did the same, looked at her then slowly pulled his shirt off and threw it aside, smiling the whole time. He was lean and strong and his skin was beautiful. She looked away, worried about being caught, saw Rod help Mitch down into the water.

  Kiley slipped in with Mitch, then Omar, standing next to them in the waist deep clear water. Izzy helped Kate, holding her hand and she felt Omar behind her, his hands on her hips, helping her into the water. The feeling of his hands on her skin felt so wrong, Mitch right there. It really made her shiver, gave her a very unexpected little ache between her hips. And this was just the start, she thought. Imagine how it will feel when she lets him go even farther.

  This whole thing was Kate’s concoction. This trip, this little experiment. Mitch couldn’t have conceived this sort of thing, or put it together. How would one have the ability to make this sort of thing happen? He guessed it wasn’t that crazy, he knew other people had done it. But still, good for her.

  It put his stomach in knots at the anticipation of the love of his life being touched by another man. But it did mean that he would be with Kiley. And that Kiley had already agreed to be with him. The truth was that, he had to face it, he was looking forward to this. To being with Kiley, really. Not the kind to cheat, and he knew he loved Kate completely. He also knew that Kate felt the same. Nothing Kiley did could change how he felt for his wife.

  Omar’s big hand made an impression into Kate’s soft skin and he felt the emotion that produced, held it and examined how it raised his heart rate, how he felt the anger. Something about all this was strangely exciting.

  Omar had his shirt off, standing side by side with Kate as she talked to him. Big shoulders, muscular, but not overly so. Very trim, strong, veins that stood out like cords along his arms. He was hairy, but not long wispy hair, Jesus, did he use a clipper on his body hair?

  Rod pointed out three stingrays, coming in, leaving the other groups. He said they’re always curious, know that people will feed them. They were under the boat, then glided out into the light right amongst them.

  “Oh, look at them, do you see them?” Kate said, her voice high and excited, bending over.

  “We all see them, Kate,” he said, meaning her tits. Jesus, you can’t wear a bikini top with a chest like that and bend over in public, Kate. He looked at Omar and he wasn’t looking at any stingrays.

  Mad at first, watching this guy get a good look down at his wife’s perfect breasts. But he felt something else too. Something he hadn’t anticipated. It kind of turned him on. Get a good look, Omar. A wave of arousal came over him out of nowhere.

  “It's seven years good luck if you kiss a stingray,” Izzy said from the boat. Omar got down lower in the water and a larger one came up behind him. It started nibbling at the skin on his back. He lifted himself up a bit, called Kate, and she was able to get down and kiss the stingray on its bright underside.

  Mitch looked down at Kiley’s ass, perfectly round and upright, petite, her tiny, striped bottoms curling over the cheeks and disappearing down between her legs. Soon, he thought, soon, probably tonight, he could put his hands on her and lift and squeeze that crazy little ass. And she was okay with it. Kate said she wanted it.

  Kiley bobbed, excited, as a stingray approached and he watched her open-mouth smile, her super-model profile. He stared at her, just pored over her flawless, smooth skin. Looked at her for the first time with intimate eyes. He’d never let himself see her like this. How far were they going to take this swap thing? What were the rules? If she looked over did he have to pretend he was looking at a stingray? Could he let her know he was looking at her? That he wanted her. He felt weird about that, but at the same time had to tug the front of his shorts and make a bit of an adjustment. Could she catch him looking? It was funny, but it still didn't feel right even though everyone here knew what was going to happen. Still not proper.

  Kiley bent over and stroked the top of the passing ray, no rolls or folds in her middle. “Mitch,” she said, motioning at the ray, “don’t miss your chance.” So he bent down and held his hand out and let it pass as he felt the rough skin of its back pass under his palm.

  Omar had his hand across Kate’s back as they watched another ray pass right below them. And there was that feeling again. Did he get it now? He didn’t think of Omar any more. Just of Kate. Of her wanting something and getting it. Getting pleasure. If he pictured her face as he saw it when it was twisted in passion, when she pulled his head into her pussy, driving it in, and he would look up and see her going crazy. Yeah, if he thought of that he got it. He could watch that.

  Captain Rod said they had a great day for it. He’d anchored them somewhere, Mitch figured, along the north shore and they were bobbing with the waves, a slightly sulphur smell from the ocean. Izzy had told them it was the underwater vents, fumaroles, said they were active today. Rod said it was perfect because they should have great visibility down there, shouldn’t be cloudy at all.

  They all donned the snorkelling gear Rod had brought them and Izzy made sure they were all set up, giving them last minute tips and pointing out to them the direction they should go. They all jumped in.

  Mitch headed out, followed Izzy’s directions and zig-zagged along the shoals. The water was perfectly clear, the coral just about six feet below the surface. He swam through the Bar Jacks and these colourful, very tame fish that came right up to him before darting away. He swam through a hazy warm pulse of water, the vents Izzy had told them about. Then he swam with a sea turtle, followed it, over its shoulder, watching it as it swam looking back at him, not quite sure what he was up to.

  Then he came to the end of the reef and he looked out to the depth of the ocean. Saw the ominous darkening beyond. He was at the drop off and the coral here stretched up like elk horns. It looked like a cemetery and it gave him a chill. He stared into that darkness, felt the dread of the unknown.

  Something brushed his thigh and he startled, giving off a torrent of bubbles. Kiley swam past him and then jack-knifed over and down the drop off. He watched her long body slip away, still bright against the deepening ocean. He thought, Fuck it, and swam down after her, feeling the pressure in his ears as he sank. He watched her flippers kicking, her toned legs flexing, and dove deeper with her.

  Omar was into it. Excited he was going to fuck this little rich girl with the perfect set. He watched her swimming out ahead of him in her tight black bikini, held together on her hips with gold rings. He tailed her, swimming in her wake, watched the split of her ass chew on her suit as she kicked her legs.

  She was sexy. Hard to believe this arrangement. Kiley had set it up, gave him a call, said he could get a free vacation. Told him that there might be more. Maybe, you know, she wasn’t sure. Then a week later told him what her friend wanted. He was game of course. Kiley told him Kate was a knockout and she was right.

  He watched her with the colourful fish, floating above an endless bed of green coral. She saw him looking and smiled at him, tried to smile. He watched her lips stretch around that bulging snorkel end.

  Kiley had stopped, suspended in the deep, dark, navy water, her body shining from the sunlight above. She kicked her legs lightly keeping her from sinking. He caught up to her. She turned, graceful, and swam backwards, snorkel off, smiling at him. Mitch was dying for air but he followed her. She stuck her tongue out at him, then put her hands over her chest. He kicked himself closer, gaining on her. She quickly pulled her top apart, jiggling her perky little breasts. Mitch looked, was shocked, saw her exposed tits floating up off her chest, rosy brown n
ipples tightened by the water. He exhaled a jet of bubbles from the snorkel as she turned around and kicked away, swimming into the dark.

  Mitch laughed at himself, how he didn’t see that coming, as he struggled to get to the top. He broke the surface and breathed deeply, coughing up some water. He bobbed in the waves and looked around. No sign of anyone, but he saw the boat back near the beach.

  So this was how it was. She was into it, this was no joke. He thought about tonight. What would it be like to put his hand on her, feel her taut flesh? Would she be as wild as Kate? God, would she taste different? What would she look like as he entered her?

  When Mitch got back to the boat the three of them were standing thigh deep in the water, waiting for him.

  “Got out a little far?” Kate said. She was wiping the inside of her mask, Omar standing next to her. He wondered if Kate revealed herself to Omar? That was exciting. He was hard as a rock right now and he had to tread water about a dozen feet from them where the water was deeper wishing it to go away.

  “Yeah,” Kiley said, “we went out past the drop off.”

  “What was out there?”

  “It was dark,” she said. “Pretty scary. Wasn’t it Mitch?”

  He nodded agreement, watching her stand there, hand on hip, holding her gear, the water beading on her tanned, tight skin. Her long, wild hair wet and pushed back, showing her perfect face.

  “It was dark, but it wasn’t really scary.”

  “I grabbed his leg out there, you should have seen him jump,” she said to Kate.

  “Mitch come on up, we’re going to have a bite to eat on the beach here,” Kate said. There was a blanket and a basket, up on the sand, underneath some Sea-grape trees, set up by Izzy.

 

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