My Honeymoon Stranger's Trap - Chapter 3: Chapter 3

My head was spinning, my breaths coming in ragged gasps, my entire body trembling like a leaf in the wind. I couldn't muster a single coherent thought.
"So pretty..."
Tiffany's voice snapped me out of my daze. I blinked, realizing she was crouched beside me in nothing but a tiny thong, her fingers tracing the delicate butterfly tattoo on my stomach. Meanwhile, my husband was nearby, casually securing the surfboard to the car.
Apparently, her bikini top had given out mid-wave.
"Ugh, this was my favorite set," she whined, holding up the broken strap.
What caught me off guard wasn't just her lack of modesty—it was Vincent's reaction. Or rather, his lack of one. Instead of gawking, he was focused on knotting the torn fabric back together.
"What, didn't get enough of a show earlier? Want a hands-on experience?" Tiffany teased, catching my husband's lingering glance.
He flushed and turned away.
"We'll fix this over there. Wouldn't want to scandalize you two," she purred, tugging Vincent toward the jagged rocks with an exaggerated sway of her hips.
The moment they disappeared behind the boulders, I grabbed my husband's waist and yanked him close. "Enjoying the view of another man's wife?"
He immediately folded. "I'm sorry! I shouldn't have looked. I'll gouge my eyes out right now!"
His ridiculous theatrics made me snort. "Typical. The grass is always greener, huh?"
He groaned. "That's not fair. Even if the thought crossed my mind, I'd never act on it."
"Better not."
Then—faint, breathy moans drifted from behind the rocks.
Were they hurt? Concerned, we waded closer.
What we saw next left us frozen.
Tiffany was braced against the stone, completely bare, her toned backside glistening as she rolled her hips in perfect rhythm.
Vincent gripped her waist like a man possessed, driving into her with raw, unrestrained force.
From my angle, I had a perfect view of his sculpted abs, slick with sweat—and something far more impressive swinging between his thighs.
"Baby..."
The sight had my husband hardening against me in seconds.
Before I could react, he spun me around and shoved me against the rocks, yanking my bikini bottoms down in one rough tug.
A day ago, I would've kneed him for this.
Now? I arched my back and begged for more.