Kathy and Stan showed up a little before 9:30 and Tan and Stan left for their golf game shortly after. Tan told me before they left they'd be playing eighteen holes and not to expect them back before four as they'd eat lunch at the clubhouse after nine holes and drink afterward. He made reservations for the four of us at the Bombay Club at 6:30.
When they left, Kathy asked if I still had the video my blackmailer sent.
"I'm going to be so ashamed if you see it," I said. "I'm so disgusted with myself."
"If you want me to guess if Tan can forgive you. I have to know what we're looking at," Kathy responded.
I pulled out my phone and pulled up the text with the movie in it, starting it. I couldn't look at her if she watched it. "Oh, my," she said a couple times during the movie. Finally, it ended and my shame was complete.
She didn't say anything for awhile and finally I asked, "Well, do you think he could forgive me?"
"I'm not sure, dear. I don't know him as well as you do, but you did seem awfully eager to be sucking his cock. If it weren't for the tears in your eyes, I'm not sure I could say you weren't enjoying it immensely. Are you sure it's the first time you ever sucked cock?"
"Yes," I whispered. "He approached me right before the ceremony and told me he'd send out the other pictures he had unless I sucked him to completion before the marriage. I'd just spent time with my girlfriends the night before learning how best to please a man orally as I wanted my wedding night to be special. I had so little time before the ceremony was scheduled to begin, I was using everything I'd just learned to make him climax quickly so I wouldn't delay the wedding and have people come looking for me. It does make me look eager, when all I wanted to do was make my misery end quickly."
She shook her head. "I don't know, Brenda. It's pretty damning evidence. Maybe Tan can forgive you, maybe not."
"What would Stan do if he saw a video of you like this one?" I asked.
"Stan would probably have a print made of this scene, frame it and hang it on the wall." She scrubbed through the movie until she reached the frame with the blackmailers sperm spilling out the side of my mouth and showed it to me.
"What?" I said, astounded. "Why would Stan do that?"
"We swap."
"What does that mean, you swap?"
"We have sex with other people," Kathy said. "The other couple on the boat with us on Sunday, the Ortega's, were people we met here and had sex with before they left. To be honest, I was hoping you and Tan would be willing to swing with us. Until we realized you were just married and had so little sexual experience, then we gave up on the idea. A picture like that of another man cumming in my mouth would float Stan's boat. He'd love to have a picture of it."
"You and Stan have sex with other people? Doesn't it damage your marriage? How could it not?" I asked.
"We look at sex as being separate from marriage. Having sex with other people doesn't define our love for each other within the marriage. Sex is sex, love is love and never to be confused with each other."
"So Stan doesn't care if you have sex with other men?"
"No. He encourages it. That way he can have sex with other women without guilt."
"I don't think I could do that," I said. "Though it would be nice if Tan was as accepting as Stan was. I could tell him and be done with this nightmare."
"Even Stanley might have had a problem with doing it on our wedding day," Katherine said. "That tends to make it worse. Getting you while you were dressed in your wedding gown was a stroke of evil genius on his part, you know, blackmail wise."
"So I tell Tan and end my marriage after three days or do whatever this bastard wants me to do and hope Tan never finds out."
"Those seem to be your choices, though I don't hold out hope for him never finding out."
"What would you do if you were me?"
"I'm not you. Don't ask me to make this decision for you. You know how much you care for Tan and have a better idea of how he'll respond if he finds out. You're the only one who can decide how much you're willing to put up with. It has to be up to you, Brenda. I'm sorry."
"He gave me three days to respond. This is the only day I know Tan will be gone. I suppose I should find out what he wants me to do. If it's not too bad, maybe it will help me decide."
Kathy put a hand on my shoulder and I picked up my phone.
Tan's gone golfing, but I have a friend with me. Please don't make me do anything on my honeymoon.
I was wondering if you'd contact me on time or if I'd be sending that movie out to everyone you know. Why should I give a damn about your honeymoon. You're a fucking slut. You've already proved it, sucking cock on your wedding day.
You blackmailed me. I would never have done so without you having those pictures of me.
Of you with another cock in your mouth. You're the soul of innocence. I don't want to hear it. What I want is for you to obey.
What about my friend. What if she finds out?
That bimbo, another fucking slut, running around with her tits hanging out.
"He is watching us," I said, showing her the text.
"Bimbo! What an asshole. Give me that phone."
She texted, I'm no bimbo, you sick fuck. Leave this poor girl alone.
The peanut gallery responds. You have the morals of a whore. Are you going to report me to her husband? Shut the fuck up and put the bride on the phone so she can see what she has to do today.
She handed the phone back to me. "What an arrogant prick. I'd love to shove a hot poker up his ass."
I'm back. What do you want?
You will put on your tiniest swim suit. If I do not deem it small enough, I will make you walk back to your bungalow naked. You will leave your bungalow, turn to the right, in the opposite direction from the resort. You will come to an old man collecting shells about a mile down the beach. He only speaks French. By word or deed, you will make known to him you want to suck his cock. You will carry your cell phone with you. Other instructions may follow. You will leave within a half hour or your husband and all your friends and family will see how you spent the minutes before your wedding. Do you understand?
I understand.
Thirty minutes and counting. Tick, tock.
I showed the text to Kathy. "At least it's only a blow job."
"For now. He did say other instructions might follow. It could get worse."
"I don't see if I have any choice in the matter," I said. "All I can do is follow instructions and hope for the best."
I went into the bureau and got the smallest swim suit I owned; the one Tammie gave me as a gift. Without even thinking about it, I put the suit on in front of Kathy. What difference now if a friend saw me naked.
"That's a small suit. It should satisfy your blackmailer. Did you buy it yourself? You don't seem the type of girl who would get it for herself. Maybe Tan picked it out for you?"
"A gift from one of my friends at the bachelorette party/shower. She said it was more for Tan than me."
"Do you want me to go with you?" Kathy asked.
"So you can witness my shame once again?"
"So I can make sure you don't get hurt," she said. "I could stop about a hundred yards away and wait there for you. If you feel you're in danger, yell, and I'll come running."
I thought about it for a few seconds, then said, "All right. I would like your company."
We left the bungalow about fifteen minutes after we received my instructions and headed in the indicated direction.
"Do you know French?" I asked.
"Sorry, not one of my many talents," Kathy responded.
"How will I let him know I want to suck his cock?" I wondered.
"If you kneel down in front of him and mime opening his zipper and pulling his cock out, I'm sure he'll figure it out. Or maybe you have a translation app on your phone since you have to carry it anyway."
"I don't."
"It's going to take some time to walk a mile. You could put one it while we walk."
"Do you have a suggestion for a good one."
"Translator works pretty good for me. You can type words in it and have it say the words for you, or it will listen to the spoken word and come up with the translation."
Going to the App Store, I found the app and downloaded it to my phone. I also needed to download French as a language. I tried typing 'Hello. How are you?' and it responded, 'Bonjour, comment vas-tu?'
"If you press the little speaker icon below the words, it pronounces them for you," Kathy said. I pressed the icon and listened to the French come from my phone.
I typed in the words, 'Please sir, may I suck your penis?' 'S'il vous plaît, Monsieur, puis-je sucer votre pénis?' appeared on the translation line. I pressed the speaker icon and listened to the French translation. "Penis in English and French are almost the same," I commented.
"It must have Latin roots," Kathy said.
"I suppose it will get my point across if nothing else does," I said.
Far ahead of us, we could see a man on the beach collecting shells. The closer we got, the worse I felt. I held Kathy's hand and squeezed it tightly. She squeezed it back. When we were about a hundred yards away, Kathy stopped me and asked if I was sure if this is what I wanted to do.
"It's all I can think of for the moment," I said.
She hugged me and said, "I'll wait right here. Yell if you need help."
"Thank you." I continued down the beach. As I got closer, I started looking around to see if anyone else was nearby, particularly my blackmailer, or anyone with a camera. I didn't see anyone closer than Kathy and she was a toy figurine far down the beach. The man noticed me approaching and watched me draw near. He was an elderly black man between fifty and sixty years of age. He looked on the thin side, but still appeared healthy.
When I reached about five feet away, he said, "Bonjour, mademoiselle, comment allez-vous."
From what I'd just typed minutes ago, I recognized Hello and how, but the ending was slightly different, but I knew Latin languages changed based upon who you were speaking to and he had called me Miss, so perhaps it was a gender difference. I got within a couple feet of him and knelt on the ground. I pressed the speaker icon and heard the French spill out of my phone asking to please suck his cock. He looked at me in surprise, astounded I would be asking such a thing.
He said something to me in French and I asked him to please wait a moment. I touched the microphone icon and asked he repeat his words. My request was repeated in French and I reversed the translation function so it would translate his words to English. I nodded to him to say it again and he spoke and the words, 'Why would you want to suck an old man's cock?' popped up.
Switching from English to French, I said, "I must. It's very important to me. If I don't, my life will be ruined." My words came out in French. I switched again and waited for him to respond.
He said something and the question "Are you being forced?" appeared.
Knowing this word, I replied, "Oui."
I waited and he spoke and up popped the words, 'Why should I help this evil person harm a young woman?'
I typed in, 'Because the alternative is much worse for me, sir. This is by far the best outcome I can hope for.' Hitting the icon I heard my words in French.
He waited for me to change the translation mode and said something which appeared as 'What would happen if I refused to do this?'
'My husband will learn of something I did and leave me.' My words came out in French. I was getting faster, and stopped typing, just speaking.
'Why not say you did as they ordered. I would not dispute the outcome.'
'We're being watched. I must obey.'
'The woman waiting down the beach?' He asked.
'No sir. She's a friend. If I yell, fearing for my safety, she will come to my aid.'
'You need fear nothing from me. Are you sure you wish to do this?'
'Please, sir.'