Island Fever 3: Matrimony - Chapter 05 - Sex Stories

Island Fever 3: Matrimony - Chapter 05

... Lindsay, Amy - do you two ever come to Jamaica? For the boobs! Need a spanking? Dear _Penthouse_... That's a lot of milk in those two big boobs. Doesn't everyone agree that Amy's mouth would look perfect attached to my cock? ZOMG!... marry me, please! I can definitely fap to that. It's a shame cloning isn't around yet. DAT ASS! You and Devon would fit perfectly in a cage down in my basement... If Amy's mother actually did come across these photographs and the more crude comments associated with them, it would perhaps explain why she and Robert had been so cold and bitter toward us. Maybe they viewed me as a swinging, billionaire playboy who got their daughter mixed up in a life that she could not escape? Others have insinuated that I am the sultan of the harem, but I totally disagree with that assessment. Ours was a loving family, and everyone was treated equally. Most of all, no one was being forced to do anything. Regardless, perception and reality do not always match. What if Kathleen had come across Amy's account on either _Facebook_ or _Instagram_ - or both - and learned of the lifestyle that she was involved in? Each time we had went to visit them, Amy and I acted as if we were a monogamous couple who only had eyes for each other. What if Kathleen (as well as Amy's father, Robert) knew differently? It probably made them even more angry and upset that we were not being totally upfront and honest with them. All of this was pure speculation on my part, of course, but ...

... Lindsay had noticed that Kathleen seemed to be all over social media. She was a social blogger and had plenty of followers on _Twitter_. It only made sense that she had happened upon Amy's accounts at one time or another, especially with the attention they had been receiving. Perhaps one of her _Twitter_ followers alerted her? I bring all of this up because following breakfast at a nice restaurant on Sunday morning, I suggested to Amy that she and I try our luck with Robert and Kathleen one more time. Amy declined, though, saying that she had no interest in seeing or even speaking to her parents during this particular vacation. "This is a happy week with Trish and Lindsay getting married," Amy explained. "I am not going to let my mom and dad upset me, and ruin it. Not this time." After some ongoing dialogue where Amy insisted that she really, truly _did not_ want to visit her parents, I allowed her to pick where we would go much the same as I did two days ago while out with Pamela. Amy threw me a curve ball, so to speak, by saying that she wanted to go to an arcade fun-house across the river in Kentucky. Trish and Lindsay were avid video gamers and even had an entire floor in our home back in Norway that included hundreds of amazing, interactive games and state-of-the-art simulators, as well as old-time favorites like pinball, billiards, poker and air hockey tables. Amy played there in the room with Trish and Lindsay occasionally, but I never got the sense that it was something ...