Erotica | Tease | Exhibitionism | Cheating | Outdoors
He Thinks I’m Bad. I’ll Show Him Bad.
Giving my boyfriend a real reason to be jealous after his fit of jealousy the night before. Punishing a jealous boyfriend.
I write erotica novels & short stories. I also publish sex confessions as a spermivore, spermaholic, and teen slut. Yes, teen slut! And I’m proud of it! Sex is good. And girls who love sex shouldn’t have to hide and pretend to be “pure.” Sex is pure! And naked skin is natural.
“Fuck off!” Those were his last words to me the night before. It was the first time a man ever said that to me. And these words came from my boyfriend! It didn’t sit well with me.
I was first to go to bed after an awesome vacation day on this hot, sexy Caribbean island — I thought. John came to bed and lingered on his side. He usually holds me. He knows I like being held while I fall asleep.
“We had a great day, didn’t we?” I asked as the first step in a fishing expedition to find the problem.
“It was,” he replied, “for that blue-eye guy you were entertaining in the pool!”
“What?” I spurted out. I remembered a handsome guy was hitting on me at the pool. “We barely even talked!”
“You could have made it clear you were not interested,” he said.
I couldn’t believe my ears. I knew John had tendencies to be jealous, but it was the first time he voiced any concerns. I replayed the day in my head, trying to figure out what I did wrong. He got out of bed.
I waited for him for a while, although I had a hard time keeping my eyes open after a full day of sun, sand, and margaritas. He didn’t come back so, I got up and located him on the couch under a blanket.
“What the fuck?” I said. “Come back to bed, John!”
He didn’t answer. He didn’t move. I was getting pissed.
“Isn’t it your job as a man to assert your territory, anyway?” I snarled. I remembered he never came into the pool when I was in the water. I guess he was fuming on a long chair by the pool instead of being a man. He left the door open for that other guy to get closer. His fault!
“Fuck off!” he said.
“Ya! I’m sure I can find somebody to do that for me!”
I went back to bed, mad.
In the morning, I got up and went to the kitchen. We had rented a one-bedroom ground-floor condo on the beach with a full kitchen. John wasn’t on the couch anymore and I noticed there was no coffee left in the coffee pot. He usually made coffee for both of us in the morning and, often, brought me a cup to bed.
I found him sitting on the porch, sipping his coffee while gazing at the ocean.
“You already drank two cups?” I inquired. No big deal, I thought. I could make more coffee.
“I only made one cup,” he replied. “Maybe blue-eye has one for you?”
Just like that, he made me as mad as the night before. No! More! All of that jealousy because a guy looked at me at the pool! I only said “hi” once or twice. I noticed that his cock was visibly stiffening in his swim trunks when he looked at me, but that was certainly not my fault.
Wasn’t my boyfriend supposed to punch the guy or something? Or is it just in the movies?
I went back in to make coffee. I was pouring water when a thought crossed my mind. I came to this island to relax and have fun — a lot of fun! So far, I enjoyed a bit of relaxation during our first day at the pool and the beach, but nothing earth-shattering. And I was stuck with this boyfriend who transformed into a jerk. For how long will he be sulking? Today? The rest of the week? Fuck that!
I was wearing a t-shirt I had grabbed on a chair when I got up. I went back to the room and looked through my suitcase. I have never been good at unpacking! A white semi-transparent bikini cover-up blouse ended up in my hand and made me smile. Smiling is good!
I replaced my ugly t-shirt with that blouse and walked out by the porch door.
“I’ll go see if the neighbors have coffee,” I announced casually. I didn’t look at him, but I could feel his eyes glued to my ass swinging away.
The god of jealousy was on my side. Our neighbors were on the porch–four guys. Two of them were sitting on the railing because the chairs were occupied by dripping scuba gear.
“I ran out of coffee. Would you guys…”
“Sure!” the older-looking one replied while immediately getting up and walking in.
I looked at the other three guys, one after the other, ready to start a conversation, but none of them looked me in the eyes. Instead, they were gawking at my body, their eyes traveling back and forth between my toes and my tits. I briefly looked down to check how transparent my blouse was and, damn! It was more revealing now, in the sun, than it was in the bedroom.
For the first time in my life, I was almost naked in front of strangers, and… There was something about it. Something titillating! I would never have guessed.
I gotta thank my boyfriend for this new experience!
I lifted my arms to stretch slowly, very slowly. I could feel the bottom of my blouse flapping in the wind just above my vulva. I think one of the guys almost had a heart attack. I stood in the sand in front of their porch because I hoped my boyfriend would see me. I peeked at our porch from the corner of my eye, and sure enough, the sulking boy was watching.
Take that! You thought I was flirting with that guy yesterday? I’ll show you flirting!
The older-looking man came back with a cup of coffee before the other three guys had done anything besides caressing my body with their eyes. I took the cup of coffee that was offered to me. This porch was much more welcoming!
“I’ve never done scuba diving,” I stated.
“Come with us today,” the older-looking man said, “I’m a dive instructor. My name is Jim, by the way.”
OMG! Scuba diving? Now you are talking! That would make it a fun vacation!
“But… I don’t have… Anything!”
“No worries!” he replied. “We can pick up rental scuba gear at the dive shop. None of our stuff would be small enough for you.”
“But I prefer it big,” I said with a grin. “Oh, you mean dive gear?”
At that point in time, I could have had these three guys kiss my feet if I had asked. It felt good to be admired instead of being told to fuck off.
“I’m Brooke!”
The idea of a day of sun, sand, saltwater, and mostly naked skin was looking good to me! And maybe sex too? Scuba sex? That was a lot of S!
Wait! My boyfriend is still with me on this trip!
I glanced at our porch to confirm he was still looking, and I stretched my arms again. After all, Jim didn’t get to see the show earlier, and I wanted to relive that feeling of having my private parts caressed simultaneously by the sun, a morning breeze, and strangers’ eyes. But Jim didn’t look down. He was looking me in the eyes. For the first time in my life, I was annoyed at a man for being a gentleman.
“You only need a bathing suit,” he said. “We have to start in the pool, anyways!”
The other three guys were staring at my fully exposed vulva again. I later found out that the youngest one was Mateo and the other two, Frank & Adam. I didn’t know what was more burning — the sun or their eyes. It was the first time in my life that the sun was caressing my private parts. Yes, I had tan lines! And it was also the first time strangers were looking at me that way. Heck! I had never been naked in front of more than one man at a time and usually in a bedroom.
“Do I really need one?” I asked while slowly bringing my hands down and verifying, once again, that my boyfriend was watching. He was. And for some reason, that gave me shivers. I was enjoying this!
Shouldn’t he be here, covering my body with his jacket or something? And telling the younger guys to stop staring? Isn’t it what men are supposed to do for their women?
I decided I would keep on experimenting with being an exhibitionist until he did something. It was enjoyable, entertaining, and inspiring!
It will be a fun day! Scuba diving for the first time!
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