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, demure, attractive girl next door.

Dwight--35, married to Emily, British Jamaican, retired drug trafficker living in a high-end penthouse apartment overlooking Brighton marina, with a stunning 53-meter motor yacht, M. Y. Ecstasy.

Emily--white British, 23, ex-air hostess, met Dwight when he chartered a private jet. Very shy and reserved but was completely seduced and drawn into Dwight's world of cuckold wife watching and 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. Dwight was sitting a few stools away at the bar in the casino, 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 walked over and started chatting with 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!"

Strictly adults only--15,900 words by Dante