Chapter 1

Jerry and Eva Bronson were well into their fourth year of marriage and it was apparent now to Jerry that their sex life wasn't going to improve. At first Jerry had thought it was just his wife's shyness and when she finally got used to having a man around the house she would melt a little ... however, that was not the case. If Jerry got to fuck Eva once a month, he was lucky. He turned from quite a spirited young man to a rather withdrawn individual, drinking more and more heavily all the time.

Not that his work didn't encourage drinking, it did. Almost everyone on the newspaper knew how to tipple the booze and Jerry was no exception. It was just that recently his buddies on the paper had noticed that Jerry was becoming more and more morose ... he wasn't as much fun as he used to be.

As some sort of last venture to save their marriage, Jerry had suggested a vacation in Hawaii. Eva had been more than excited and within the space of a week they were lying on the hot golden sands of Maui, one of the smaller islands.

Jerry had been recommended to the hotel by a friend of his at the newspaper and he had been more than happy to take his advice. The hotel was beautiful, right on the beach, great food and nightly entertainment, it was everything that the Bronsons could have asked for and yet still they were not having a good time. Jerry had hoped that with the sun and the ocean, good food and some alcohol, he would be able to loosen Eva up a little, melt the ice a little but it didn't seem to be working. Not that she wasn't a beautiful woman, she was. Most of the men in the hotel were lusting after her, he knew that from their covert glances. If only they knew what a frigid bitch she is, they'd save their time and energy he thought angrily to himself.

The frustrated young husband poured himself a drink in his room and sat down on the balcony to rest before dinner. They had a room at the side of the hotel that overlooked a small cabana. Jerry had found out within the first few days of their vacation that the owner of the hotel lived there, one Tina Renaldi. He hadn't thought anything more about her until he had seen her in her bikini in the garden and from then on, he could think of nothing else.

He sat quietly on the balcony now, hoping for another view of her, and allowed his mind to drift back to the first time he had seen her in the garden. She had been wearing the flimiest bikini he had ever seen, her large melon-like breasts were almost popping out from over the top of the bra and the panties were so skimpy that Jerry could see her buttocks quite clearly and tiny curling whisps of jet black pussy hair. His imagination went wild and he could almost see her palpitating little vagina peeking deliciously through the panties. His cock had lurched insanely, he recalled, throbbing against his pants legs in an effort to jump out.

He recalled how she had bent over to pick something up from the grass and he had had a wild urge to fly off from his balcony and mount her like a mad stallion ... oh God, what he wouldn't give to fuck a real woman instead of a piece of ice from the North Pole. He remembered how she had walked back into her cabana, her buttocks undulating salaciously, almost as if she had been aware that he was watching her. Later on that night, Jerry had heard strains of a wild party and he had been so frustrated that he had had to go to the bathroom to jack off. He felt guilty however about doing it, Eva was only in the next room and he knew it would flip her out if she found him in such a humiliating position.

If only I'd tried to fuck Eva before we were married I would have found out her problems, he groaned inwardly to himself downing his drink quickly.

Jerry was a weak man and he knew it. He had the job on the newspaper because of Eva's father's influence. Eva was rich and he liked that, he liked having money and all the material comforts it brought to him. It's given me everything but happiness he thought sadly to himself ... well, I'm just going to have to get that somewhere else ... where, that's the problem.

It wasn't such a problem though and Jerry knew it. He wanted to fuck Tina Renaldi and he wanted to fuck her so badly that he could almost taste her pussy. How can I get myself invited over to that house, that's the problem ... I've got to get invited over there....

Eva Bronson was well aware that her husband was unhappy but she had no idea of what to do about it. She checked herself in the mirror in the beauty parlour, her shoulder length wavy hair fell attractively to her shoulders, her ice blue eyes were clear and sparkling ... she looked the picture of health and happiness.

The girl was putting the finishing touches to Eva's hair, she was glad there was a beauty parlour right in the hotel itself, it made it much easier to swim everyday, knowing that she could get a good set later on.

She closed her eyes and allowed herself to drift. She knew that Jerry was sexually frustrated and she wished that there was something she could do about it. She knew that he wanted to make love to her more often, if only he knew how painful it is to make love at all he wouldn't want to, she thought.

There was something about her earlier life that Eva had not told Jerry, that Eva hadn't told a living soul. Her father had made her promise on pain of financial embarrassment not to reveal to anyone what had happened between the three of them. Her Uncle Michael, her Father and herself.

She remembered how she had been left alone at her father's hunting lodge with him and his twin brother Michael. Her mother had driven back into town, it was the maid's day off and Eva hadn't wanted to go with her. She remembered how she had come downstairs later on in the night to get something from the refrigerator. She had been wearing her new short nightie, it was the first womanly thing her mother had allowed her to have and even then she wasn't too pleased about it when she saw her daughter's lovely young body reflected through it. "Remember to wear your dressing gown," her mother always told her, "you should never tempt men ... it's a sin to tempt a man with a lovely young body."

Eva had been confused, who could her mother have been talking about, the only people at the Lodge were her father and her uncle-what a strange thing for mother to say, she had thought.

She had been surprised to find her father and her Uncle Michael in the kitchen. Surprised and a little frightened. Her father's eyes were very red and it was obvious to Eva that they had been drinking. There was an almost empty bottle of scotch on the table and another empty one in the wastepaper basket. She had hurried back to her room after raiding the refrigerator but had noticed to her horror that her father and her uncle were following her. They were in her room and suddenly she found herself being pushed back onto her bed, her shortie nightgown riding up her body, exposing her defenselessly naked body. She had tried to scream but her Uncle had put his hand to her mouth and then everything became a blur.

She remembered lying on the bed with her legs wide apart, her blonde-haired pussy totally exposed to their drunken eyes. She remembered seeing her father half naked kneeling above her, his monstrous cock hard and hot looking.

And then she had passed out, she had no recollection of anything else, all she remembered was that she woke up, still naked, her sheets bloody and no sign of her father.

The following morning her father and her uncle had come to her like two little boys who knew that they had been extremely naughty. Both of them had begged her to forgive them on their hands and knees and had extracted a promise of absolute silence from her.

Life had never been quite the same since that fatal night for Eva. Something had been killed inside of her, her father's image had become sordid and though he had given her everything in the world that money could buy, he was never able to buy back her love or her trust. Both had been obliterated forever!