Disaster on the Blue Moon by Dante X

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Disaster on the Blue Moon – Alan finds out his twenty one year old wife Mae was seeing an old boyfriend from Hong Kong and while she is visiting him in a hotel, sets him up with eighteen year old sister Trina. Things come to a head and they decide to divorce. Alan takes Trina to Boracay but had to return to the UK and on his return finds that Trina has made friends with Angel, a twenty two year old bar girl.

Angel then introduced Alan to her boyfriend Claude that owned a stunning 60 feet sailing sloop The Blue Moon. Claude has an arrangement with the Carlos the local police chief that seized a boat full of ecstasy and holds special celebrity parties on his yacht.

Disaster strikes and the Blue Moon sinks with Angel still onboard. Claude then finds The Mirabella, a 132 feet yacht in Palawan so he can continue the arrangement. Enter Lilican the eighteen year old friend of Trina from college, of whom, Claude becomes infatuated and weds the day after Angel’s funeral. Disaster strikes again during a celebrity party on the Mirabella and includes lots of fun and games on the yachts, in the villa, at the parties with Molly, Angel, Trina, Lilican and much more…

Tags – young and old, wife watching, anal, cuckold, stranger sex, cheating wife, Threesome, yachts and erotica

Excerpt: Disaster on the Blue Moon

Chapter 1

Buying a villa in Boracay

We’d only been married for about eight months and I was already suspecting that she’d married me to get out of the Philippines. I met Mae in Mindanao in January and was so smitten, took her to Boracay for a month and rented a stunning villa overlooking the ocean so we could get to know each other. We lived together as a couple on the paradise island and because everything was going really well, I asked her to marry me. She was only 21, small body but extra large breasts for her size with sexy legs and a bum to die for.  
 
I’m Alan from London and at the time was recently divorced. I’d decided to join a Filipino dating site after a mate had told me how honest and genuine they were compared to Western girls, and were renowned for preferring older guys. Anyway, I decided to give it a go and started messaging several girls. They were all asking me to marry them, which I found a bit strange as they hadn’t even met me yet and we’d only exchanged a few messages. But then I received an interesting message from Mae, and was so impressed decided I needed to go and meet her.  
 
Now you have to understand that I’m forty seven and quite a big guy at two hundred and twenty pounds, but because of working in the building game all my life, I’m very fit and muscular. And when I first met Mae and we made love for the first time, even I was concerned she wasn’t going to be able to take my manhood due to her small size. She was only about ninety eight pounds and just under five feet in height, but after the first few times, she seemed to really get into it and was bouncing up and down on me like a girl possessed, seriously grinding herself down and getting the whole nine inches deep inside, stretching her tight little honeypot like never before.
 
We flew back to the UK on a fiancee visa and got married in London a few weeks later, then spent our honeymoon up in Scotland. Mae soon got into the English way of life and had quickly found a group of Filipino friends. The thing that really pissed me off was, she was always on the bloody phone day and night, and then meeting up with them every weekend at one of their houses, something I found out all Filipinos did. I wasn’t so concerned about the meet ups as none of her new friends were hookers or bar girls, they were all married and seemed like nice normal girls with good husbands.
 
However, after a few months, I started talking to Mae about building a house and wanted to move to Boracay, the beautiful exotic little island where we spent our first 4 weeks together. My plan was to buy some land and build a really nice villa with a stunning view, just like the one we rented. Mae however, liked the idea of building a house, like they all do apparently, but wanted to stay in the boring old UK…! For her it was an exciting new world and her new friends were teaching her all about life in the west.
 
The sex was great, but like I said she was always messaging people on her phone, of whom I thought, were her new friends and her family back in the Philippines. She had three sisters and three brothers which is typical out there as they’re really into big families. Her two older sisters were married, as were her older brothers and the family home was seriously overcrowded. I think there must have been about ten kids under eight years of age running around and they seemed to pop out another baby or more every year.

Trina was Mae’s younger sister and only just turned eighteen. Very friendly and always sitting next to me, playfully hugging and asking questions, mainly about me finding her an English husband. I’d only met her a few times as we were staying in a hotel while in Mindanao and then after the month in Boracay we flew to England.
 
It was about three months later that I came across an interesting website selling houses and land in the Philippines, but what really caught my eye was, a newly constructed villa with a pool for sale on Boracay. Now Boracay is a very popular holiday destination within the Philippines, only about four miles long by half mile wide and houses rarely come up for sale. The owner was a German, who’d for whatever reason, decided to go back to Germany and was selling it at cost price.
 
It wasn’t cheap at a hundred and fifty grand, but I had two hundred grand in the bank after selling our house in Potters Bar and paying the ex wife the same after our divorce and clearing the mortgage. I could buy it outright and still have fifty grand in the bank. The plan was to keep ten grand in a separate account to use as living expenses until I started making money online. I’m into the poker tournaments and had some pretty good wins in the past, so was intending to do that to make money and preserve my capital. The other forty grand was for a sailing boat, something I’d always wanted, but living in London wasn’t practical.
 
Mae wasn’t happy as she wanted me to build a house in Mindanao near her family, but no way did I want to live there. It was a really run down area and even the beaches were dirty, nothing like Boracay which was like paradise. Windsurfing on one side and stunning beaches the other, with all the hotels and restaurants setting up tables directly on the beach every evening.

And when I told her I was going out to do a viewing, and if all OK, buy it as it was all set up in a company name, she went fucking crazy. I tried to calm her down but she was going on about, it had to be in her name and foreigners can’t own property in the Philippines. I explained that they could, so long as it was in a company name and the German guy had already set it up. The transfer was simple and could be done immediately.
 
Anyway, a couple of weeks later we flew out and spent a few days on Boracay, viewing the location and then sorting out the purchase, it was far better than I could have dreamed and decided that I was going to buy it with or without her approval. She basically had to accept it as she knew I was serious, but I could tell she had other plans.
 
We then spent a few days in Mindanao as she said she couldn’t come all the way to the Philippines and not see her parents and family, so we checked into the Bamboo Garden Business Inn, a ten minute walk from her parents house. And that evening, she asked me if her sister Trina could stay for a few days? I said OK but asked her why a few days as it was only a standard hotel room with a king sized bed and we needed our privacy. She told me Trina was having problems at home as her father didn’t want her seeing her new boyfriend and she could sleep on the floor or the sofa.
 
I reluctantly agreed and after a few beers at the local bar, Trina came back with us in a taxi. The boyfriend didn’t come, thank God, as he was well drunk and said he had to go see his mates. A skinny young guy covered in home made tattoos and a large half inch diameter ear lobe ring…! He was clearly a really bad choice, into drinking and drugs and even I tried to talk her out of seeing the waster. The typical scenario out there is, the guys have their fun with the girls, and as soon as they get pregnant, dump them and the parents have to look after all the kids.

So, we continued drinking back at the hotel and Trina was sitting next to me as Mae seemed to be constantly messaging someone on her phone. I asked her who it was? But she just said it was her friend and disappeared inside leaving me and Trina out on the balcony. I started talking to Trina about how she met her boyfriend and she said, she’d only met him a week ago and he was trying to get her to move in with him. I then asked if she’d slept with him, she nodded shyly then grabbed my arm and started sobbing.

“What’s the matter Trina… Why are you so upset…?”

“Because I know he only wants to use me and his friends were all touching me as well. I was crying but he made love to me in front of them and they were all cheering and touching me. I ran home and my dad told me I can’t see him anymore but I don’t want to live at home either.”

“Listen Trina, it’s not that bad, surly you can find a”“better guy than him, I mean, you’re really attractive, small and petite with a really nice personality, and to be honest, if I was your father I’d have told you the same.”

“But you don’t understand… In the Philippines it’s not easy to find a good boyfriend, there’s lots more girls than boys, and all the boys I ever meet, don’t have a job and are into drugs and gangs, please help me find an English man like you. Mae is so lucky, she has lots of boyfriends.”

“What do you mean…?” I asked concerned.

“No I mean on the dating site, not here in Mindanao… But you came to see her quickly and she said you wanted to marry her.”

“Really, she never said she had lots of guys messaging her. So the others didn’t come to see her then…?”

Trina looked away as if she didn’t want to answer.

“Come on Trina, tell me the truth, I need to know and I don’t want to have to ask Mae, she might get all angry.”

“Trina looked me directly in the eyes and said,

“Hong Kong man, he come before you and said he liked her very much, talked about marriage but then you come and take her to England quickly.”

“I see, so why didn’t she marry him I wonder…!”

“She said he sixty two and too old but very rich.”

“That’s interesting, so she had another offer but chose me over him.”

“Yes… and he was very upset.”

“So how do you know that then…?”

“He came to Mindanao and spoke with my father, told him he was very disappointed as he’d already given my family money and bought us a TV and stuff.”

Mae came back outside and grabbed the bottle of wine to top up her glass. She looked quite flustered so I asked her if she was OK?

“No, I need to go see my friend, she has a problem with her husband.”

Excerpt from: Disaster on the Blue Moon