Cuckold Island by Unknown

Author:Unknown
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 0000000000000
Published: 2021-11-02T03:56:37+00:00

Part Five

The next morning was unpleasant to say the least. When we got out of bed me and my wife did that thing where we went out of our way to be polite to each other. Then Ashley asked me if I wanted to shower with her and I told her I'd pass on that. I did not say it nicely either. I was still pretty upset about the whole KC thing.

Downstairs I found the contestants in varying degrees of dress and consciousness, some of them nursing hangovers from the previous evening's shenanigans. We didn't have any scheduled challenges today. Which meant that at least two guys would get too drunk and start fighting. And at least one of the women would get too drunk and start crying. Possibly many women would get drunk and start crying. All for the discriminating taste of the American public.

Anyway. Headed towards the kitchen for some breakfast, the Mexican-American woman on my team winked at me and said, "Sounded like someone was having a good night last night!"

Then I painted a big smile on my face as if I had something to feel happy about. As if every inch of my body wasn't feeling incredibly miserable.

Afterwards, when I went down to the beach for a dip in the ocean, I was surprised that no camera crew followed. I kept thinking that if something happened and I accidentally drowned in the ocean —then all the production crew would be kicking themselves and there'd be all this media hoopla and lots of emergency meetings around the station. Not because anyone would have missed me, or felt responsible for my safety. But because the camera crew had inadvertently missed filming my death. Drownings make great television.

A couple hours later, as I treaded up the sand path that turned into cobblestones, leading back to the house, I could hear the sound of a bouncing ball.

Shirt off, all ebony skin glistening under the hot sun, KC was outside shooting some hoops.

And to my great chagrin, Ashley was right there with him. Today she was wearing just her pink Nike sports bra and matching cloth shorts which left half of her ass cheeks hanging out. It was a cute outfit on her, made even more cute by the fact that she'd matched it with knee-high white socks and tennis shoes with fluorescent pink laces.

"Good job, KC! You made another!" her shrill voice cried out.

As KC drilled one shot after another, Ashley kept applauding, her shiny blonde hair bouncing up and down as she performed cheerleader movements with her athletic arms and legs.

Jesus, I thought. Get a fucking room you two.

I didn't see Ashley again until later that night. Since I was in a bad mood it made more sense to hide out in our bedroom with a book in my lap. I even decided to skip dinner. Ashley came skulking into the room somewhere around 8 or 8:30 PM. She was still wearing the same outfit as earlier that day,

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