Jack was the CEO of a large real estate company that he started twenty years ago. He built it up to the largest in the ten-state area. He had everything he wanted and more. He and his wife were swingers for the first ten years of their marriage. But as he traveled the world and built his business, the marriage went south.

Jack was seated behind his desk, meticulously planning for a private party. He and his wife, Jane, have been married for twenty-two years. They have one son, John, who is nineteen years old. However, over the past year, they have drifted apart. He was in the process of organizing a surprise party for her, hoping that she would agree to the idea.

When he arrived home, he found Jane sitting on the couch in the living room. He walked in and began to shower her with compliments. He exclaimed to her what an incredible wife and mother she is, as well as how seductive and wonderful a partner and mother she is. I believe you deserve to have a good time. I have organized a party for you. It’s similar to one of our previous gatherings. There will be a few male friends attending. You will be their esteemed guest. You have the option to revert to your previous self. You are free to engage in any activity or spend time with as many of the individuals as you want or need.

Just so I’m clear, do you want more men to see your lawfully married wife naked?” You would want more men to touch and pinch my bare ass. “You want more men to look at, touch, feel, fondle, and lick my tits?”

“Well, yes, and just like the last time, I’ll be there to make sure that nothing gets out of hand,” he said. “I am familiar with all of these guys, and they have assured me that they will treat you with respect and give you as much hard treatment as you like.”

“So, you want me to stroke and suck their cocks?” She asked, her gaze fixed on him. “You’d want these men to not only cum in my mouth but also all over my face?” She paused. “Are you okay with men not only seeing my naked pussy but also fingering, licking, and fucking it?” It’s as if I’m a whore instead of your wife.

Jack thought he needed to take action to maintain the stability of their marriage. She refused to use her hands, mouth, or body to address the problems in their marriage, and he stood there perplexed. It was a mutually beneficial situation for both; it was simply a physical encounter. She only needed to enjoy what the men desired and be her old self.

Jane wondered. ‘Why would he have the audacity to suggest that she engage in sexual activity with those men? How could he inflict emotional harm on her by subjecting her to physical and sexual abuse in such a deplorable manner? What is the reason behind his decision to consider and propose such an option as a potential solution to address their marital issues? Does he have such little respect for me that he would degrade me in such a disgraceful manner? What kind of man did I marry?’

Jane cast an upward glance at him and remarked, “It has been over a year since you last touched, felt, or fingered me. During that time, my pussy needs have gone unfulfilled. Now, you expect your friends to fulfill them on your behalf. It would be prudent to attend the party alone and allow the men to fuck you. Leave my home immediately and never come back. I’ll have my lawyer mail your divorce papers to your workplace. Now, get the fuck out of my house.” Jane yelled as she grabbed the candy dish and hurled it at him.

Her husband’s suggestion that they use her body to fix their marital problems caused her to sit there with tears streaming down her face. She got up to take a shower because she felt dirty from the way her husband wanted to use her body.

After stepping out of the shower, she proceeded to dry herself off and then put on her sexy red silk robe. As she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, she couldn’t help but think, ‘I believe his friends would have thoroughly enjoyed this body. I still believe that I look gorgeous.’

She couldn’t stop thinking about how unloved, depressed, and used she felt. She made her way to the kitchen. Opening the cabinet, she retrieved a bottle of whiskey and then settled herself at the table. She pondered what had gone wrong in their marriage.

A few hours later, her son John came home from a trip that his employer had paid for. As he walked into the kitchen, he noticed his mother sitting at the table. She was dressed in her robe, and her head was leaning against the table’s edge. On the table, there was a bottle of whiskey that had been mostly consumed. He inquired of his mother, “Are you feeling alright?” As she adjusts her posture, her robe unintentionally opens at the front, partially exposing her.

“Yes, dear, Mommy is okay.” She tried to sit up straight, allowing her arms to naturally fall to her sides and hang there. Her robe opened wider, unintentionally exposing a noticeable portion of her chest to her son.

“Mom, what happened? Are you okay?” He inquired, taking a step toward the table. He noticed his mother swaying from side to side, struggling to remain seated. He moved behind her and gently rested his hands on her shoulders, ensuring she remained steady in her chair. As he glanced downward, he noticed that the robe had opened enough for him to catch a glimpse of her nipples.

“Your father wanted me to return to our old way of life. He wanted me to suck other men’s cock and let them fuck me while he watched and masturbated himself.” She thought about the many times she had a strange man between her legs, and she saw her husband in a chair watching as he masturbated.

“Mother, stop talking like that; you would never do something like that.” He had never imagined his father to be the kind of guy who would let another man fuck his wife. If she were my wife, no one would ever touch her.

“Your father is in a mid-life crisis; he wants to be young again. When we first got married, he forced me to participate in the swinging lifestyle. Now that we’re older, he was going to whore me out to some of his friends.”

“Mother, please refrain from speaking in such a manner. That was a long time ago, but you and Dad have had a great life together. You two have been arguing like this for about a year. After a few hours, you enter your bedroom and proceed to make up.”

At her son’s question, Jane beamed, “I’m delighted that I had those sexual encounters with a multiplicity of men and some women. It went well; your dad enjoyed watching the action. I needed a guy with a huge cock, and that little dick was a significant factor in my decision.

“Mother, I kindly request that you avoid speaking in such a manner. You are fully aware of your love for him.” John stared at his mother’s chest, reminiscing about the first time he had laid eyes on her naked breasts. They remained full and firm, just like they were then.

“Were you aware that he would coerce me into having sexual encounters wherever he wanted, whenever he wanted, and with anyone he wanted?” He used to claim, “I was his whore, and he chose who’d touch, suck, and fuck any man’s dick, which he enjoyed to watch.”

John got rid of the bottle and put coffee in its place. “Mother, until you feel better, you need to find something to occupy your mind so that you can stop thinking about father and what he wanted you to do.”

His mother said, “I’ll do anything you suggest to put my mind at ease and ensure that both of us feel comfortable proceeding with this breakup.” So, what do you propose?”

“Well, I have some vacation time, and the company offers a discount on a two-week trip to an island ... The question is, why don’t we take it?”

“But that’s your vacation time, not mine,” As she began to realize that she had consumed too much alcohol, she started to feel sick. She pulled her robe together and grabbed the table.

John called the office to make the necessary arrangements. They were fortunate, as a cancellation had just come through, allowing them to catch the plane departing at ten the next morning. John informed his mother about their stroke of luck and asked her to pack a suitcase.

The next morning, they found themselves comfortably seated in the airport lounge, patiently waiting for their transportation. A man wearing a pilot uniform approached and asked, “Excuse me, are you, Mr. Jones? Are you the one looking for a two-week vacation on an island? If that is you, your plane is ready to depart; please follow me.”

They followed the pilot and were surprised to see a four-seater plane equipped with both wheels and pontoons. John realized that since it was an island, there may be no airstrips available. He assisted his mother in getting into the plane, then climbed in himself and proceeded to fasten the seatbelts. The pilot checked to ensure that everything was in order before starting the engine.

After the plane took off, the pilot informed John and his mother that they would be landing in approximately two hours. He was also informed that there was coffee available in the pouches, along with a couple of sandwiches. It was Jane’s first time flying, and she simply wanted to sit there with her eyes closed.

After the plane landed, the pilot carefully unloaded the baggage onto the dock. He bid farewell to the passengers, assuring them that he would be back in two weeks. John and his mother watched as the plane departed. As they turned, they caught sight of the reception building situated at the far end of the dock. John, carrying the bags, headed to the check-in counter.

Jane and John walked into the reception area, and John set the bags down. He walked up to the counter, where a man was standing. He was in his mid-thirties and had a dark tan, but he wasn’t wearing a shirt.

Politely, he inquired from behind the counter, “Could you kindly provide me with your last name?” While reviewing the guest registration, he needed to ensure that they were on his list.

John smiled and replied, “Jones.” He turned to look at his mother, ensuring that she was feeling better now that they were on the ground. Jane nodded and smiled. Now that she had regained her footing, she started to look around and noticed the mountains through the windows.

The man behind the counter warmly greeted, “Welcome, Mr. David Jones and your wife, to the world-renowned nudist vacation spot. “ We’ve prepared your bungalow for you.” John stood there, bewildered, unable to comprehend the man’s words.

Jane’s eyes widened as she processed the information she had just heard. She thought to herself, ‘There seems to be a mistake here. I am not going around naked. We’ll take the next available flight back.’

John finally found his voice and said, “I’m sorry, my name is John Jones, and this is my mother. We are here for a two-week vacation, not specifically for a nudist vacation.”

“Mr. Jones, I’m sorry, but since you made the reservations over three months ago, there are no refunds available.” The man’s expression was filled with determination. He believed that this individual was attempting to stay at the resort without paying.

John turned to face the man and pleaded again, “I’m John Jones, and this is my mother, Mrs. Jones. I did not make a reservation for a two-week stay at a nudist colony. I believe there has been an error. Could you please arrange for the manager to come here?”

“Mr. Jones, I am the manager who took your reservation over the phone three months ago. At that time, I explicitly informed you that refunds would not be provided. Now, Mr. and Mrs. Jones, Once you have removed your clothing, my daughter will be happy to show you to your bungalow.”

Jane stepped forward and inquired, “When is the next available flight back to civilization, so that we may return?” As she approached the counter, she leaned in to get a better look. She noticed that the man was not wearing any clothes. She gasped and placed her hand over her mouth.

John gazed at her with concern and gently inquired, “Are you feeling alright?” He put his arm around her and reassured her, saying, “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of this mistake. We will be on the first plane back.” He turned around and saw what his mother had seen.

“Excuse me, may I ask why you are not wearing any clothes?” He gently moved his mother to the side, ensuring that she wouldn’t have to see the man any longer. “When is the next flight? We want to be part of it.”

The man looked at them and said, “This is a nudist island, and I am the manager. Unfortunately, the next flight is scheduled in two weeks. Now, if both of you could kindly remove your clothing, my daughter will then guide you to your bungalow.”

Jane returned to the counter without looking down. She expressed her concern, stating that she needed a place to stay for the next two weeks where she could feel comfortable and not have to undress. She glanced downward and observed that his penis was flaccid.

She pondered to herself, “What kind of man possesses a flaccid member while I stand before him? If I were to remove my clothes, his arousal would not subside quickly.” A smile spread across her face.

The man glanced at her, then at John, repeating, “Please remove your clothing so that you can proceed to your bungalow for the two-week stay.” You are welcome to come out without wearing any clothing if you choose to do so. Food and drinks will be brought to you.”

The man reached under the counter and retrieved two plastic baskets. He kindly offered, “You may place your clothing in these baskets. I will then store them with your baggage in our storage area. You can collect them when you leave.”

John glanced at his mother before proceeding to unbutton his shirt. He said, “Mother, we can’t stay in this lobby for two weeks. We’ll starve to death.” He took off his shirt. The door to the back room swung open.

He heard, “Father, what are we doing with these bags?” A young, naked woman entered the lobby and noticed that her father was accompanied by others. “Oh, I wasn’t aware that the Joneses had arrived.”

The man faced John and introduced his daughter, Kim. He then said, “Kim, meet Mr. John Jones. It appears there has been a mix-up, and these individuals are in the wrong location. Mr. and Mrs. Jones must be present at the other designated location.”

Kim glanced at John and remarked, “I trust you’ll find solace in your misplaced presence. If there is anything I can do to make your stay more enjoyable, please don’t hesitate to ask. I will ensure that it gets taken care of.” She turned to her father and inquired, “What about the baggage?”

John noticed Kim’s ample breasts, slender waistline, and well-defined posterior. He realized he couldn’t take off his pants because he was becoming aroused. He averted his gaze and attempted to redirect his thoughts.