Locked for Life 39 - Honeymoon 3

Everyone in this story is 18+.

The next morning, I was finally allowed to put on some clothes. We had some shopping to do before the fun activities began, and broad daylight wasn’t exactly the place to be running around naked. Jason and I grabbed our cooler bag, towels, sunscreen, and of course, plenty of lube before we hit the road.

Our first stop was the grocery store. We got everything we needed for some sandwiches, plus some drinks and plenty of snacks. Once we were satisfied with our haul, it was finally time for the main event for the day: the boat rental!

Jason dealt with the rental place while I waited on the dock. A quick exchange later, we were finally out on the water. The boat kicked up water as we rode, misty spray hit our faces as we went in search for a place to anchor.

The lake was giant. We had crystal clear skies, with sun beating down on us from above. We rode for several minutes, silently enjoying the splash of the waves and the roar of the boat engine, until finally Jason pulled the boat into a secluded alcove. He turned off the engine and I began lowering the anchor. “What a beautiful day!” he said.

“I know! We couldn’t have asked for better weather.” There was a calm breeze blowing, and it was just the right temperature to convince me to go for a swim later.

With the boat now at rest, Jason turned to me. “Right. So you know the drill by now.”

I looked around the lake. “Here?” I asked.

Jason chuckled. “Are you really surprised, Grant?”

“I… guess not. But what if someone sees?”

“We’re on the lake! The nearest boat is so far from us that the people onboard look like tiny ants. I’ve made you undress in far more risky situations. Relax, Grant. No one’s gonna see you.”

The boat gently rocked in place. “Okay,” I muttered. Then I stripped out of my bathing suit - I don’t know why I even bothered wearing one these days - and tossed it at my husband. “Here,” I said.

He caught my swim shorts in one hand, a wicked grin on his face. “Damn,” Jason said. “I love seeing you naked.”

My cheeks flushed. Somehow, after all this time, I still felt slightly humiliated by such a simple thing as undressing in front of him. I guess it wasn’t really that I was undressing; it was more so the act of being told what to do, and forced to follow through on it. My dick chubbed up in its cage, fully on display for my husband’s prying eyes.

Just then, Jason reached in his pocket and pulled out his phone.

“What are you-” I began. But he was moving too quickly.

“Smile for the camera!”

“Jason!” I exclaimed. I quickly covered my crotch with both hands, hiding my caged dick. My cheeks turned an even brighter red.

“What?” he asked innocently. “Don’t you want some photos to remember this trip by? Besides, I want to send some updates to Bobby and Eric. Surely you don’t mind.”

“I absolutely do mind! It’s embarrassing!”

A smile formed on his lips. “Exactly. Now move your hands out of the way.” He lifted the camera, angling it for the photo.

I reluctantly obliged, feeling way more exposed than I did only moments earlier.

“Perfect,” he said as he snapped his first picture. “Let’s see the back, too.”

I sighed, but turned around to show him my ass. It wouldn’t do me any good arguing anyway. While my husband snapped nude photos of me to share with our friends, I set my eyes on the water. I spotted two distant boats, one anchored to our left and another steadily driving at an angle towards us, but still not close enough to make us out.

“Very nice, very nice,” Jason muttered to himself. “Oh! Eric said he wants one of you bent over.”

“What?” I turned back around, stunned. “You sent them already?”

“Duh,” Jason said with that same, innocent tone. He was so cute, it was hard to be mad. Plus I couldn’t deny that part of me enjoyed the crazy situations he put me through. He owned my cock, after all. He could make me do whatever he pleased.

“Okay,” I said sheepishly. “So what pose did you want?”

Jason instructed me to get on one of the seats on my hands and knees. I spread my legs and arched my back, sticking my ass out for him. The cool breeze off the lake ran across my hole, sending a tickle down my spine. My caged dick dangled between my legs, on full display for my husband - and apparently our friends, too.

“Fuuuck, babe. I could stare at you all day.”

Jason sat down, looking through all the photos he had taken. He was rubbing his palm over a noticeable bulge, making me even hornier as I stood by and watched.

“Can I help?“ I asked.

“Mmm, I don’t think so. You can just sit there and look pretty.”

My heart sank. “Pleaseee,” I begged.

“Nope.” Jason dropped his bathing suit to his ankles. His dick was already hard, and I watched in awe as he grabbed it and slowly started jerking himself.

“Fuuuck,” I whispered. It was so hot watching him stroke his huge cock. It made my little caged dick harder than ever.

“If you wanna be useful, how about you show me some hole?”

“Yes, Jason!” I quickly turned around again, getting into the same pathetic position as earlier.

“Mmm, that’s it. You’ve got a nice ass, you know that, Grant?”

“Thank you,” I said with a wiggle, shaking it for him. If he wasn’t gonna let me participate, this was the least I could do.

We carried on like that for a few minutes, with Jason demanding different positions of me, and me complying with each one.

“Fuuuuuck, I’m getting kinda close,” Jason finally murmured.

“Can you at least cum on me?” I pleaded. It was better than nothing.

“Aw, babe. You’re cute when you’re desperate.” He stood suddenly. This was it. I got down on my knees on the floor of the boat, ready to take my husband’s load all over my face. But to my dismay, he walked over to the edge of the boat instead.

“Ohhh fuck!” he grunted. His cock exploded in his hand, white ropes shooting out over the edge and into the lake. “Ohhhh yeah, that feels so good. Fuck yeahhhh.” He kept on jerking, his dick throbbing and shooting out more and more cum until he finally finished his orgasm.

I was still on my knees, leaking yet again, straining in my cage. “That was so hot,” I whispered. Being forced to watch drove me crazy in an all new way.

Jason grinned, then pulled his pants back up before digging into the cooler for a cold drink. “Want one?” he asked.

“Yes please,” I replied. He tossed me one, then I sat back in my seat and cracked it open, wondering what else he had in store for me today.