Cuckold Games, Yachts and Wife Abduction
15,900 words By Dante
Copyright © 2021 Dante
All Rights Reserved
Chapter 1 – Emily
Chapter 2 – Dwight
Chapter 3 – Justin
Chapter 4 – Joanna
Chapter 5 – Invitation to the Yacht
Chapter 6 – Fun on the yacht
Chapter 7 – In the Cabin
Chapter 8 – Meeting in Amsterdam
Chapter 9 – The club gets hit
Chapter 10 – Captured
Chapter 11 – Escape
Cuckold Games, Yachts and Wife Abduction
A cuckold story and adventure from four individuals perspectives, but all does not end well for everyone. Bad things happen when they stop off for a few hours in Holland on Dwight’s motor yacht and Joanna’s life is changed forever.
Justin – 32, married to Joanna, well educated and a successful insurance salesman living in Saltdean, near Brighton.
Joanna – 28, a typical, quiet and demure, girl next door, attractive with a nice figure.
Dwight – 35, married to Emily, British Jamaican, retired drug trafficker living in a high end penthouse apartment overlooking Brighton marina, with a stunning 53 metre motor yacht M. Y. ECSTASY.
Emily – white British, 23, ex air hostess, met Dwight when he chartered a private jet from Harrods Aviation at Luton Airport. Very shy and reserved but was completely seduced and drawn into Dwight’s world of cuckold wife watching, swinger and fetish clubs.
Justin was out alone, he’d had an argument with Joanna his wife of five years as he felt their marriage wasn’t going anywhere. Always trying to get her to attend dinner parties or socialise with his friends and their wives but she simply wasn’t interested.
Dwight was sitting a few stools away at the bar in the casino. It was a typical Friday evening, and after midnight it was always busy with the usual clientele of gamblers and sexy girls wandering around. Some were with their husbands or boyfriends but the casino was also a well known pick up haunt for hookers and ladies of the night, mainly married Thai girls who simply enjoyed the sex and the extra money was simply the icing on the cake. However, over the last couple of years, stunning Eastern European girls had moved in and were also seen wandering around on the pick up.
Justin had already had several beers and was now on the Gin and Tonics, but couldn’t help noticing, a well dressed West Indian guy who was fidgeting and staring at a very attractive white girl sitting all alone at a table in the corner. It was obvious he was high as he couldn’t sit still, gazing around the room and constantly staring at his phone.
An older guy waked over and started chatting to the girl which made him even more anxious and stare even more.
Justin was already quite drunk so said jokingly,
“Hey mate, if you like her so much, why don’t you go talk to her…!”
The West Indian guy looked over and gave him a smile but didn’t say anything, and as they both watched him talking to the girl, the old guy was constantly glancing around, as if trying to work out if she really was alone.
Justin then said,
“Looks like he’s trying to see if her husbands around…!”
The West Indian guy looked directly at Justin and said in an East London Jamaican accent,
“I her husband man…!”
Cuckold Games, Yachts and Wife Abduction
I’m Emily, well educated and people tell me I have a posh voice, and prior to meeting Dwight, used to work as an air hostess for Harrods Aviation. I’d only been working there for about a year and it was a dream come true. I’d met so many celebrities and wealthy individuals, but when Dwight booked a private jet to fly him and his three friends to Holland for the weekend, it totally turned my life upside down.
I have no idea why, but I was infatuated with him from the moment he boarded the plane. I’d never even dreamed of going with a black guy before and was already engaged to be married. My boyfriend was also in aviation but worked as an aircraft engineer.
Anyway, what happened was, they were going to Wasteland, a big fetish club event in Rotterdam for the weekend. Dwight was a perfect gentleman on the flight but his three friends were obviously drunk or high on something, as they were joking around and trying to get me and Anna, the other air hostess, to sit down and have a drink with them. I obviously declined as I was engaged and we weren’t allowed to socialise with the clients. But Anna was really excited and wanted to have some fun with them. Dwight’s friends were all white British, and one in particular, had Anna on his lap and was almost making love to her. Luckily it was only a short 50 minute flight or else, I’m sure she’d have been naked and I was really scared that the pilots would come out and catch them.
But like I said, Dwight was a real charmer and was talking to me as he could see I was getting concerned about his friends antics. He’d booked a private Lear jet for the whole weekend, and instead of us flying back to Luton Airport and picking them up again on the Sunday afternoon, he put us all up in the Bilderberg Parkhotel and even invited us to the weekend event.
Anna was well keen, as were the two pilots, and because I said I didn’t want to go, she tried her hardest to convince me, saying it was only a once off, and she’d been to lots of fetish clubs in London and said Wasteland was huge and attracted over a thousand people…! She was so excited and to be honest, I was quite intrigued to see what went on, so agreed to go.
Dwight had booked separate rooms for himself and his friends, and two large luxurious twin king size beds rooms for the pilots, and of course Anna and myself shared the other one.
Anna was clearly attracted to David, one of the guys she was playing around with on the flight and was in his room leaving me all alone. And as I was laying on the bed messaging my fiancee back in the UK, wondering if I should tell him where I was going, there was a knock on my door.
Imagine my surprise when I opened it to see Dwight standing there, asking if everything was OK and if I liked the room? I told him it was lovely and he didn’t need to waste so much money on such expensive rooms, as we could’ve flown back to pick him up on Sunday.
But he said he wanted to talk to me, so I hesitantly let him in and he told me to relax and have a glass of wine with him. He ordered some wine to be brought up and then started asking me all about my personal life. I told him I was getting married and loved my boyfriend very much, and I was only coming to the club because Anna had convinced me. Anyway, he said he understood my concerns and was really pleased that I’d decided to come.
I suppose, it was because he was so easy going and that I’d had at least two glasses of wine, but out of curiosity, I asked him what he did for a living?
He said he was a retired drug baron and we both burst out laughing because I thought he was joking. Well, it turned out he was, and had made his fortune by wholesaling to the various smaller drug lords in the UK and Europe. But because of various Russian and other Eastern European mafia types taking over, he retired and bought a penthouse apartment in Brighton and a motor-yacht in the marina. I was more than impressed and had never talked to a real life drug dealer before, so we continued chatting, and as I was getting more and more relaxed, he surprised me by asking, if I’d ever tried Ecstasy? I told him I hadn’t and he said that everyone used it in the clubs as it made them want to dance, relax and have a good time.
Staring at him in disbelief, he pulled out a little box and took a couple of little white pills and said, look these are excellent quality and will really help you enjoy this evening. He popped one in his mouth and handed the other to me. Now I have no idea why I did it, maybe because I was already quite tipsy from the wine, but I took it with another large gulp of wine.
Well… It was about an hour later when we were all driving to the event in a couple of limousines he’d booked when it hit me. I started feeling all warm and fuzzy, waves of tingly pleasure were flowing all over my body, and I remember closing my eyes and sighing as I sunk back in the rear seat. I was with Dwight and two of his friends, Anna and David, his other friend, were in the other car with the pilots.
Dwight asked me if I was OK? and I noticed his friends were watching me, as if they were amused. I then noticed he was holding my hand, and as he ran his fingers up and down my arm it created a rush of euphoria which made me grab his hands. He told me to relax and calm down, but I was already calm and feeling amazing. Then he was stroking my leg and I remember thinking, I shouldn’t be doing this, but it felt so nice I just closed my eyes and still sighing, let him carry on.
Next thing I remember was him kissing me with his hand inside my blouse caressing my breasts. I’d never felt so much pleasure in my life and was snogging away as he explored me, squeezing and rolling my nipples between his fingers… and then I realised a hand was between my legs. Still enjoying his kiss, I realised, it was one of his friends that had started touching me and he was caressing my inner thighs between my legs. Then Dwight broke the kiss and I was kissing his friend…!
I was being caressed and shared between them as his other friend sat opposite us smiling and said,
“Ohh.. very nice… she’s wearing stockings and suspenders…!”
I was feeling so euphoric and remembered wondering to myself what was happening…! But I still had all my faculties and asked Dwight if he always shared his girlfriends…? He laughed and told me to just relax and enjoy the evening and promised that he’d look after me.
We soon arrived at the club which was basically a huge warehouse that had been divided up into several large dance areas and various smaller rooms. Everyone was dressed up in strange outfits and some people, girls and guys were virtually naked.
I was feeling well overdressed in my skirt and blouse and was a seriously surprised when Anna came up wearing virtually nothing, well, she’d basically stripped off down to her knickers and even discarded her bra…! Giggling away, she told me to get rid of my skirt and blouse as I looked really out of place.
God knows why, but I followed her into the rest room and did as she said, handing her my clothes and walked back out in just my stockings suspenders, knickers and bra.
Dwight and his friends clapped and cheered as we all wandered onto the dance floor and everyone, and I mean the whole room, was dancing like nobody was watching. It was such an incredible feeling as the music was so addictive and we were all bopping up and down to the heavy techno beat. Virtually everyone around us was almost naked and hands were groping me all over, but I do remember seeing Dwight push a few guys away as if he was protecting me.
I’d lost all track of time and was being led around by Dwight holding my hand, showing me all the different things going on, and for whatever reason, I was absolutely loving it. There were people having sex everywhere and he was taking me from room to room, groping my bottom as we walked around, and I didn’t care.
At one point, we ended up in a dark room watching a couple with 3 single guys, they were all making love on a big round bed, it was so packed that I felt several hands groping my bottom and between my legs but I was so turned on, I didn’t even try to push them away. Then I remember Dwight was standing behind me and cupping my breasts, his huge erection was pressing into my back and I reached down behind me to have a feel. God I was so turned on and started squeezing it, he undid his trousers and it was bloody huge and I was playing with it behind my back. He started kissing my neck and one of his hands slipped down and was inside my knickers, I was so wet that he was fingering me and squeezing my nipples driving me wild. Then he was pushing me forward and managed to get inside me…
I couldn’t believe it… and the feelings were out of this world, he was inside me and fucking me really slowly as he held my breasts from behind. Another guy standing next to us was stroking his cock and reached out to feel my legs, then he was in my knickers rubbing my clit as Dwight whispered into my ear, that I had a really tight pussy and he was going to cum. He wasn’t even all the way in, and I exploded into the most intense orgasm I’d ever known. He was ejaculating inside me and I nearly collapsed when I felt it throbbing, but the stranger in front still had his hand inside my knickers and as Dwight eased out, forced his fingers inside me and brought me off again as Dwight held me up under my arms still squeezing my nipples and breasts.
I couldn’t believe what I’d just done, but it was such an amazing feeling I wanted more. Dwight led me out and took me up some stairs to another room, it looked like a huge lounge with a red carpet and lots of sofas and floor cushions everywhere. It was packed with couples, groups, and single guys, all lounging around or having sex.
Dwight found a sofa and sat me down, but instead of sitting next to me, he knelt down in front on the floor. Another girl was already on the sofa with her guy between her legs. I soon realised that Dwight wanted to do the same, so lay back as he parted my legs and pulled my knickers aside, diving down and driving me insane with his long tongue. Then I felt a strange hand on my thigh, so opened my eyes to see the girl sitting next to me, stroking my stockings and suspenders. She was about my age, and when Dwight moved her hand onto my pussy and she started fingering me… Oh My God… I was jerking and trembling almost immediately, having my first orgasm with another girl. She quickly went down on my mouth and was snogging me as she continued fingering, making me cum over and over again. When she eased off and let me breath, I saw Dwight kneeling between my legs with his huge cock sticking out, the girl eased her fingers out as he moved in closer and rubbed the end up and down my opening. My mind was all over the place and the dim lights were making me see all kinds of strange shapes in the darkness.
Then plunged inside me, pulling me closer to the edge so he could penetrate me deeper. Sucking on one of my nipples as I put my arms around him, pulling him closer and trying to get more of him inside me, but he was already stretching me more than I’d ever been before. I thought my boyfriend was big at six or seven inches but he was nothing like Dwight…! Moaning and sighing as I held his head to my breasts, he started doing it faster and told me to relax as he was going to make me cum again. Pushing me back onto the sofa, he grabbed my hips and started fucking me hard and fast. The girl next to me was caressing my breasts and some other guy was kneeling next to me, wanking his cock in my face. And when he exploded and ejaculated all over my face, I heard Dwight moan,
“OH FUCK YES... cum on her face… Yes… Fucking hell I’m cumming…!”
He started pumping his cum inside me as I started wailing and shaking with cum all over my face.
So much more happened that evening but I can only remember little bits as my memory was a blur in the morning. I don’t even remember coming back to the hotel, but woke up in Dwight’s bedroom as he was making love to me again from behind.
I could see it was light outside and couldn’t believe I was still feeling horny, Dwight was kissing my neck and playing with my breasts, cock embedded in my bottom and I knew I was never going to be the same again.
We eventually got up at 11 o’clock and he ordered breakfast, I jumped in the shower and as he came in and started soaping me up, we made love yet again.
Over breakfast he told me he was going through a divorce, saying his wife had become unbearable and was demanding millions, wanted the yacht and half of all his properties. I sat there stunned when he asked me to marry him as I’d only known him since yesterday but the last 24 hours were unbelievable.
I knew deep down inside I couldn’t marry my boyfriend back in the UK, not now I’d been unfaithful and realised that I’d fallen in love with Dwight. There was something about him, nothing I could put my finger on, but felt like I’d known him forever, maybe we’d had previous lives together, but we both instinctively knew we had to be together.
When we flew home, I had a tearful heart to heart with my boyfriend and gave him his ring back, gave up my job and moved into the Brighton penthouse with Dwight. He announced to all his close friends we were getting married and organised a huge party on his motor-yacht M. Y. ECSTASY, which was absolutely stunning and out of this world. Everyone told me I must have lost my mind, especially as he was involved in the drug trade underworld, but he was never a dealer like the ones you see on the streets or in the movies, he reminded me of the drug trafficker boss in the 2006 Miami vice movie with Colin Farrell and Jamie Foxx.
And even I questioned my sanity, wondering if it could have been the molly, but here we are seven months later and happier than ever. His divorce lawyer cost him a small fortune, but managed to save the yacht and the penthouse. She still ended up with several houses and about ten million, so not bad considering she was from Brent, one of the worst areas in London and had nothing when they married.
Cuckold Games, Yachts and Wife Abduction