Chapter 1 — LOVE Island Spin-off ~What Happened That Day~ - Part 1 (1)

Slap! Slap!

"Huff... huff... Ah... Honey!... Ahnnn!..."

"Hah... hah... Ahnnn..."

On a large bed in a cozy room, two women lay face-down, their bodies trembling as I thrust into them from behind, driving my cock deep into their wet, quivering cunts.

They were my wives—Emma Han and Claire Sumegaki.

Two years ago, we inherited a vast fortune from James, the island's original owner. Among his legacies was this tropical paradise, which we now run as a resort.

"We're back. Still going at it?"

"Huuh... Hnn... You're back?... Huh... He's especially strong today... Hah... hah..."

The woman who entered, opening the door, was Sarah—another of my wives. She smiled, stripped off her clothes, and climbed onto the bed.

"You wanna join in too?"

"Yes. Why? Not allowed?"

"Not that it's not allowed... but you just came from doing it, didn't you?"

"That's then, this is now. A wife wanting to have sex with her husband doesn't need a reason."

"Fair enough."

I encourage my wives to enjoy sex freely. If they take a liking to any male guest at the resort, they're free to sleep with him—so long as I give my permission.

I never thought I'd become this way. But then again, I sometimes sleep with female guests myself, so it's not entirely one-sided.

Slap! Slap!

"Ahnnn... Nothing beats sex with my honey... Ahhhhh!..."

Hearing her say that—just to please me—made me thrust even harder into Sarah's cunt.

We lost ourselves in sex for what felt like hours, only collapsing onto the bed, exhausted, after about two hours had passed.

"Phew... I'm beat."

"Good job, honey."

With three wives, keeping up with them is no small feat. That's why I never slack on physical training.

"Now that I think about it, haven't Emma and Claire slept with anyone else lately? I haven't seen them with anyone."

"No one's really caught our interest. And honestly, it's been kind of dull. When I've got you, why go chasing after someone else?"

Except for Sarah, Emma and Claire hadn't been with another man in months.

They said other men were all the same—why go through the trouble of finding someone new when sex with me was more satisfying?

More importantly, they preferred the comfort of being with someone who truly knew them over the fleeting thrill of a one-night stand.

Sarah liked novelty. But Emma and Claire? They craved ease, familiarity.

"But you used to enjoy it with James."

"What's the point of talking about the dead? Besides, no one's made me feel the way James did."

Even now, my wife Emma says the sex she had with James was more intense, more electrifying than anything she's experienced with me.

But since no man since has come close to giving her that same feeling, her interest in other men has faded.

"If you met someone like James again?"

"How would I know until I tried? But honestly, I'd rather just stick with you."

In other words—if such a man existed, she'd be willing to try.

"Heh. I prefer comfort over intensity."

"Big sister! If you keep saying stuff like that, David's gonna want to sleep with you more than me."

"Hehehe. We all cope in our own way, don't we?"

Claire is a clever woman. Or rather, she's like a fox with nine tails—sharp, intuitive, always reading the room, knowing exactly how to act.

Her beauty is undeniable, but it's this subtle charm that makes her irresistible.

What man could resist her when she chooses to seduce?

"Claire, stop teasing."

"Hehe, fine."

After a short rest, my gaze drifted to Emma's ass, still facing up from where she lay. I pulled out a condom, rolled it onto my hard cock, then spread her ass cheeks.

"Haa... You're going there? I don't mind."

I hadn't done anal in a while. It felt different from vaginal sex—less frequent, but still a favorite.

After thrusting into her tight asshole for a while, I pulled out, removed the condom, and shoved my cock into Emma's mouth, cumming deep down her throat.

She swallowed every drop, gulping quietly, her eyes half-lidded with satisfaction. I stroked her head, pleased.

She smiled softly, then gently licked my cock clean with her tongue.

"Phew... Was it good?"

"Mm. It was."

I pulled Emma close, caressing her ass. The truth was, I wasn't the first man to take her anally.

That honor belonged to James.

And Emma still didn't know that I knew.

On James's final day, Emma had secretly let him cum inside her—right in front of me, without my knowledge. She still hadn't told me.

She's kept both secrets—her anal with James, and his creampie—but I've kept my own: that I know the truth.

And I have no intention of ever telling her.

Back then, I chose to allow it. Even now, I choose not to care.

But memories of that time with James keep resurfacing.

The morning we spent together—me, Emma, Claire, and James—our last moments of shared pleasure.

.

.

.

Two years ago.

The first thing we did upon waking was morning sex. James and I flipped our wives onto their stomachs and pounded their cunts from behind.

Emma and Claire moaned in pleasure, swaying their hips to take us deeper.

After a long, hard session, we switched partners, taking turns with each woman.

"Whew... Feels good~"

Emma and Claire played by the beach, basking in the warm sunlight. James and I watched them, smiling.

But something about his faint, bittersweet smile kept nagging at me.

"James, something on your mind?"

"Ah, nothing. Let's go join them."

He stood and walked over to where the women were, splashing in the water with them.

I lay back, soaking up the sun, watching them play.

Lunchtime.

We gathered in the dining room. Mid-meal, I noticed Emma shiver slightly.

I wondered why—until I realized.

James and I sat across from our wives. Under the table, James had slipped his foot between Emma's thighs, rubbing her pussy over her panties.

Claire, sitting beside James, noticed too. She smirked, then suddenly slid her foot between my legs, stroking my cock through my pants.

The four of us ate lunch while our wives pleasured us with their feet.

Then Claire couldn't hold back. She ducked under the table, unzipped my pants, and took my cock into her mouth.

Suck... suck... suck...

I closed my eyes, savoring the warmth of her lips and tongue.

A moment later, I heard another sucking sound from the side.

I opened my eyes. Emma had also slid under the table—just like Claire—and was giving James a blowjob.

Her head bobbed up and down as his cock disappeared into her mouth, then emerged, slick with saliva.

Suck... suck... suck... suck...

Slurp... slurp... suck... suck...

Now, the two women competed—each trying to outdo the other in pleasuring their man.

Lunch was forgotten.

After a while, I came first—filling Claire's mouth.

She sat back up, wiped her lips with a napkin, and resumed eating.

I glanced over. Emma had taken James's cum into her mouth, then stuck out her tongue to show me before swallowing.

"Good?"

She smiled sweetly."Yes. James's cum tastes... strangely delicious. I could drink it forever."

"Guess your husband's doesn't compare."

"Oh, you."

She giggled, embarrassed, then returned to her meal.

After lunch, we took a light walk back to the guesthouse. I couldn't find Emma or Claire, so I wandered the halls looking for them.

Then I remembered—the old CCTV room.

I turned on the monitor and found them in the massage room.

Emma and Claire lay on a fold-out bed, receiving a massage from James. I hadn't known he could massage.

I turned up the volume, focusing on the scene.

"Mmm... You're good, James."

"Heh. Learned a thing or two."

James rubbed oil onto their bare backs, his hands gliding over their smooth skin.

Then he stepped out of the room.

I waited, curious.

A moment later, he returned—holding a box of condoms.

He stripped and walked toward the bed. Emma and Claire, propped up on their elbows, giggled.

Their heads moved toward his cock, and the sound of lips and tongues reached my ears.

Slurp... lick... suck... lick...

Slurp... suck...

They kissed and licked his cock—lips brushing the shaft, tongues swirling around the head.

James closed his eyes, stroking their hair, savoring the pleasure.

I felt a flicker of anger—James monopolizing my wives, and them enjoying it so freely without me.

But the anger faded into arousal.

I pulled out my cock and started jerking off.

Through the speakers, I heard their moans, their lips smacking against flesh.

On the screen, Emma gripped James's cock, sucking the head while Claire licked up and down the shaft.

Then both women sat up. James climbed onto the bed.

They flanked him, tongues working from base to tip, tip to base.

Their heads moved in sync, coating his cock in saliva.

"Uhh... suck... suck..."

"Slurp... mmm... suck..."

Their faces drew closer, lips brushing as they both focused on the head.

They exchanged a knowing smile—then kissed, their mouths meeting over James's cock.

Suck... suck... suck... mmm...

"Slurp... ahh... suck... suck..."

James groaned."Uhh... Emma... Claire..."

As they kissed deeply, their tongues naturally stimulated his sensitive glans.

He moaned in ecstasy.

They continued kissing and sucking—until James suddenly pulled his cock back and paused.

Even without his cock, their kiss deepened.

They caressed each other, bodies pressing together in a passionate embrace.

It was breathtaking—erotic, beautiful.

James, like me, could only watch in awe.

Then Claire gently pushed Emma down, crossed her legs over Emma's, and began grinding their wet cunts together.

Their moans poured through the speakers.

"Haaang... Sister... Haaah... Ahhh..."

"Ahhn... Emma... Ahhh... Does it feel good?..."

"Yes... Mmm... So good... Haa... Haa... How about you?... Hnn..."

"Me too... Haa... So good... Huhnn..."

They rocked their hips together, their cunts sliding against each other.

Juices dripped down their thighs, soaking the bed.

When Emma sat up, their full breasts swayed, nipples brushing and teasing.

James, watching up close, had started jerking off—just like me.

After a while, Emma stiffened, cried out, and collapsed onto the bed—orgasming hard.

"Phew..."

Claire, still not cumming, took a deep breath, tired but aroused.

Her naked, sweat-slick body glowed under the lights—pure temptation.

Then James approached, his condom-covered cock swinging.

Claire smiled at him, then pulled her legs up, hugging them to her chest.

Her thighs pressed against her full breasts, exposing her glistening crotch to James—and to me.

Her pussy, dripping with arousal, looked like it was begging to be fucked.

James slowly guided his cock to her entrance, then pushed forward.

His thick cock disappeared into her, inch by inch.

"AAAAA....."

She moaned as he filled her. The sound grew louder as he began thrusting hard.

Slap! Slap! Slap! Squelch! Squelch!

"Haaahn!... AAAAA!... James!... Aaaang!... Your cock... Hah!... It's incredible!... Hah! Hah!..."

"Claire's crotch... Ghh!... It's squeezing my cock like it'll rip it off. Amazing... Huhh!..."

James lifted her legs onto her shoulders, groping her full breasts as he pounded her.

Claire looked lost in pleasure—completely overwhelmed.

She tossed her head side to side, moaning—her expression unlike anything I'd seen when we had sex.

She was being conquered—her crotch and breasts both dominated by James.

She looked like a whore—but to me, she'd never looked more beautiful.

On the screen, she moaned in ecstasy—but her eyes were smiling. She was happy to be taken, to be owned.

Slap! Slap! Squelch! Squelch! Slap!

"Hah! Hah!... Emma was right... Hah! Haaahn!... Your cock... Hah!... It's stronger than David's. Hah!... Aaaang!... James!... Make me go crazy!... Hah! Hah!..."

This side of Claire—this wild, unrestrained passion—was something I'd never seen with me.

For a moment, I felt a pang of fear—like she might be taken from me.

But the fear faded.

Claire had no reason to leave me. She'd already been betrayed by her ex-husband. She wasn't the kind of woman to recklessly throw herself at another man.

Still... if James had been the one to win her heart instead of me—would she have been happier?

The thought hit me like a punch.

I felt defeated. My cock softened.

Unaware of my turmoil, Claire continued riding James's cock.

They changed positions—Claire standing, James behind her, gripping her hips as he thrust.

Then James stopped.

Claire began moving on her own—swaying her hips, taking his cock deep.

Slap! Slap! Squish! Squish!

"AAAA... James... Hah... Hah... Your cock... Hah!... It feels harder... Hah!... Aaaahn!..."

She rocked her hips—front to back, up and down—urging him to cum.

Then, as if to force it, she slowly began a rhythmic grind.

I knew that move—she was clenching her crotch tightly around his cock. No man could resist cumming.

James was no exception.

He gasped, gripped her hips, and shuddered—coming hard.

"Phew... Phew..."

"Haa... Haa... That was amazing... James... Haa... Haa..."

She brushed sweat-drenched hair from her face, pulled off the condom, and lifted it.

Then, with her tongue out, she let the thick, white cum drip into her mouth.

"Mmm... gulp... gulp... Mmm... Emma says it's delicious, but honestly? I think David's tastes better."

"Really?"

"Yes. Hehehe."

Hearing her say my cum tasted better—even in front of James—made me feel a surge of warmth.

She wasn't just saying it to make me happy. I knew that.

Emma, watching from the side, pouted.

"Really, sister? Saying that in front of James—he'll be disappointed."

"Oh? Didn't you just tell David that James's tasted better?"

"I... that was..."

"Hehe! Emma, you're not ready to talk big in front of me yet. Well, I'll be going."

Claire put on her robe and left the massage room.

Only Emma and James remained.

They stayed silent for a moment—then Emma took James's cock into her mouth, rolled on a condom, and soon, the screen showed them having sex.

I left the CCTV room, lit a cigarette, and stood lost in thought.

After finishing it, I headed toward the massage room.

Not exactly—toward the shower room beside it.

As I expected, Claire was there, washing herself.

I stripped, stepped behind her, and wrapped my arms around her.

"Ah! It's you, David."

"Yeah."

Without a word, I pushed my cock into her crotch.

"Hah!"

Even after just having sex with James, she didn't resist me.

I compared her face now—with me—to how she looked with James.

No wild ecstasy—just peace. The look of a woman held by someone she loves.

But I wasn't satisfied.

I thrust harder, faster—trying to outdo James, to dominate her with raw intensity.

Slap! Slap!

"Hah!... David?... Huh!... Hah!... Hah!... Haaahn!... It's good!... Huh!... You're different... Haaaaah!... But I like this side of you too!... Haaang!..."

I gripped her bouncing breasts, slamming my cock into her womb.

She gasped, shaking her head in ecstasy.

Slap! Squish! Squish! Slap!

"Hah! Hah!... David!... Hah!... I'm dying!... Hah!... I'm gonna die!... Aaah!... David!... Aaah!..."

She clung to me, climaxing hard.

But my shoulder burned—she was biting me.

"Haa... Haa... Haa... S-sorry... What do I do, what do I do..."

Later, as the afterglow faded, she noticed the bite marks on my shoulder—blood trickling.

Panicked, she grabbed a towel and wiped it clean.

"It's fine. Doesn't matter. But was it good?"

She smiled, still cleaning me.

"It was incredible. I really thought I'd die. I usually feel comfort with you—but sometimes, something like this is nice too."

"Compared to James?"

"Why compare? Hehe. But if you really want to know... James's more intense."

"Is that so?"

So I could never beat him.

"But that's all."

"Hmm?"

"Sex with someone you love... and a one-night stand... they're different.

Maybe some women wouldn't care. But for me, I feel more with someone I love.

Even if it's not as intense, the satisfaction is greater. Are you happy now?"

"So you're saying sex with me is better than with James?"

Claire smiled and nodded.

"Yes."

"You're not just saying that to make me feel good?"

"Oh? Do I seem like the kind of woman who lies just to please someone?"

No. If she were, she wouldn't have said my cum tasted better in front of James.

I felt deeply satisfied.

But what about Emma?

Was she the same? Or did she truly prefer James?

I told myself I trusted her—but doubt kept creeping in.

Was it just male pride?

"Enough. Stop overthinking. Let's shower and go. Even if it's warm, we'll catch a cold like this."

"Alright."

We finished showering and stepped out—just as moans and creaking sounds came from the massage room.

Creak... creak...

"Hah! Hah!... James!... Hah!... Your cock... Hah!... It's incredible!... Hah!..."

Claire and I exchanged bitter smiles.

Even after we'd finished, Emma and James were still going.

Curious, I quietly opened the door and peeked inside.

On the bed, Emma was wrapped in James's arms, riding him hard.

And beneath them—three used condoms.

One was from James and Claire.

The other two—discarded after Emma and James's second round.

They were already on their third.

I closed the door and walked back to our room with Claire.