Ellie stepped off the plane, the warm Caribbean breeze brushing against her skin like a soft, welcoming kiss. She glanced at Tom, her new husband, who was busy wrestling with their luggage. He looked so earnest, so determined to make this honeymoon perfect. She smiled, though a small part of her couldn’t shake the memory of their wedding night. It had been sweet, tender even, but… underwhelming. Tom’s 4-inch penis hadn’t exactly set her world on fire. Still, she loved him. He was kind, thoughtful, and they had a connection that went beyond the physical. She was determined to make this work.Their resort was everything they’d dreamed of—palm trees swaying, the ocean glistening under the sun, and the air thick with the scent of salt and tropical flowers. After checking in, they decided to explore the island. A local had recommended a bar known for its comedy nights, and Ellie was eager to experience something fun and lighthearted. Maybe it would help shake off the lingering awkwardness from their first night as a married couple.The bar was lively, filled with laughter and the clinking of glasses. Ellie and Tom found a table near the stage, sipping on fruity cocktails as the compère took the mic. He was a charismatic man with a booming voice and a mischievous grin. “Alright, folks! Let’s get this show on the road. First things first—are there any honeymooners in the house?”Ellie and Tom exchanged a glance. Slowly, they raised their hands. The compère’s eyes lit up. “Well, well, well! Come on up here, lovebirds!” The crowd cheered as they hesitantly made their way to the stage. Ellie’s heart raced. This wasn’t exactly how she’d imagined spending her first night in the Caribbean.The compère asked them a few lighthearted questions—how they’d met, what they loved most about each other. Ellie answered with a smile, though she could feel the heat rising in her cheeks. Then came the curveball. “Alright, folks, here’s the real question—are you two willing to put your relationship to the test?”Ellie’s eyes widened. “What kind of test?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly.The compère grinned. “Oh, just a little challenge. Nothing too serious. What do you say?” He looked at Tom, who shrugged and nodded, clearly trying to play it cool. Ellie hesitated but eventually agreed. What could it hurt?Tom was led to a back room, blindfolded and fitted with noise-canceling headphones. The crowd could see him on a screen, looking slightly confused but still smiling. Ellie, meanwhile, was left on stage, feeling exposed under the bright lights.“Alright, Ellie,” the compère began, his tone teasing. “Let’s get to know you a little better. First question—is Tom good in bed?”Ellie froze. The crowd erupted into laughter. She stammered, trying to find the right words. “I… I mean, he’s… he’s sweet.”The compère raised an eyebrow. “Sweet, huh? That’s not exactly a ringing endorsement. How about this—is he hung?”Ellie’s face turned crimson. She glanced at the screen, where Tom was blissfully unaware of the conversation. “I… I don’t think that’s really…”The compère cut her off with a laugh. “Alright, alright, we’ll let you off the hook. But here’s the real question—is there anyone in this room who thinks they could show Ellie a better time than her husband?”Hands shot up across the bar. Ellie’s stomach churned. This was getting out of hand. The compère scanned the crowd before pointing to a man near the back. “You, sir! Come on up!”The man who stepped forward was… breathtaking. He was tall—6’6” of pure muscle, with dark skin that glistened under the lights. His smile was confident, almost predatory, as he introduced himself. “Name’s Jackson. Pleasure to meet you, Ellie.”Ellie’s mouth went dry. She could feel the eyes of the crowd on her, waiting for her reaction. The compère leaned in, his voice low and teasing. “So, Ellie, what do you think? Is Jackson here a better or worse lover than your husband?”She opened her mouth to protest, but the words wouldn’t come. The compère chuckled. “Alright, let’s make this interesting. Here’s your first challenge—you’re going to measure Jackson. And then you’re going to tell us how your husband measures up. Sound good?”Ellie’s heart pounded as a measuring tape was thrust into her hands. She looked at Jackson, who was grinning down at her, clearly enjoying her discomfort. “Go on,” the compère urged. “Get on your knees and unzip him.”The crowd erupted into cheers and whistles. Ellie’s hands trembled as she knelt in front of Jackson. She couldn’t believe this was happening. Slowly, she reached for his zipper, her fingers brushing against the fabric of his pants. She hesitated, but the crowd’s chanting grew louder. “Suck it! Suck it!”Ellie’s breath hitched as she unzipped Jackson’s pants. What fell out was… unbelievable. It was the biggest, thickest penis she had ever seen. It was already 8 inches soft, and the crowd went wild. The compère handed her the measuring tape again. “Alright, Ellie, let’s see how big he gets when he’s hard.”Ellie’s hands shook as she reached for Jackson’s member. The crowd’s chanting grew louder, more insistent. She gave in, her lips wrapping around him as she began to suck. It was… intense. She could feel him growing harder, thicker, in her mouth. When she finally pulled away, the compère handed her the measuring tape again. “Well? How big is he now?”Ellie’s voice was barely a whisper. “Just under 10 inches.”The compère grinned. “And how does that compare to your husband?”Ellie hesitated, her face burning. “Um… 4 inches.”“When soft?”“No… hard.”The crowd erupted into laughter. Ellie wanted to disappear. The compère clapped his hands. “Alright, folks, here’s the real challenge. Ellie, you’re going to spend the night in your hotel room with Jackson and our camera crew. If you can stay faithful for the entire night, you and Tom win $50,000. But if you succumb to temptation… well, Jackson stays another night with you, and you get another chance to win the money. We’ll see the results on screen next week. Meanwhile, Tom will stay here at the lodge with the other husbands.”Ellie’s mind was spinning. She looked at the screen, where Tom was still blindfolded and oblivious. He looked so confident, so sure that she would stay faithful. But then her eyes drifted back to Jackson, who was smirking down at her. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, the sheer power of his presence. Could she really resist him?As she was led to the hotel room, her heart pounded in her chest. The camera crew followed closely behind, their presence a constant reminder of the stakes. Jackson walked beside her, his hand brushing against hers in a way that sent shivers down her spine. When they reached the room, he turned to her, his voice low and smooth. “Ready to see if you can resist me, Ellie?”She swallowed hard, her mind racing. Could she? Would she? The door closed behind them, and the camera crew set up their equipment. Jackson leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. “Let’s see how strong your love really is.”Ellie’s heart skipped a beat. She glanced at the camera, then back at Jackson. His eyes were dark, filled with a promise that made her knees weak. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Jackson’s lips curved into a slow, knowing smile. “Let’s begin.”

Ellie and Tom arrived at their dreamy Caribbean resort for their honeymoon, where they were unexpectedly roped into a comedy night challenge at a local bar. The compère, after asking Ellie personal questions about Tom, brought out a man named Jackson, who was far more endowed than Tom. Ellie was then told she would spend the night with Jackson and a camera crew, with a $50,000 prize at stake if she could resist him.

Ellie stepped off the plane, the warm Caribbean breeze brushing against her skin like a soft, welcoming kiss. She glanced at Tom, her new husband, who was busy wrestling with their luggage. He looked so earnest, so determined to make this honeymoon perfect. She smiled, though a small part of her couldn’t shake the memory of their wedding night. It had been sweet, tender even, but… underwhelming. Tom’s 4-inch penis hadn’t exactly set her world on fire. Still, she loved him. He was kind, thoughtful, and they had a connection that went beyond the physical. She was determined to make this work.

Their resort was everything they’d dreamed of—palm trees swaying, the ocean glistening under the sun, and the air thick with the scent of salt and tropical flowers. After checking in, they decided to explore the island. A local had recommended a bar known for its comedy nights, and Ellie was eager to experience something fun and lighthearted. Maybe it would help shake off the lingering awkwardness from their first night as a married couple.

The bar was lively, filled with laughter and the clinking of glasses. Ellie and Tom found a table near the stage, sipping on fruity cocktails as the compère took the mic. He was a charismatic man with a booming voice and a mischievous grin. “Alright, folks! Let’s get this show on the road. First things first—are there any honeymooners in the house?”

Ellie and Tom exchanged a glance. Slowly, they raised their hands. The compère’s eyes lit up. “Well, well, well! Come on up here, lovebirds!” The crowd cheered as they hesitantly made their way to the stage. Ellie’s heart raced. This wasn’t exactly how she’d imagined spending her first night in the Caribbean.

The compère asked them a few lighthearted questions—how they’d met, what they loved most about each other. Ellie answered with a smile, though she could feel the heat rising in her cheeks. Then came the curveball. “Alright, folks, here’s the real question—are you two willing to put your relationship to the test?”

Ellie’s eyes widened. “What kind of test?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

The compère grinned. “Oh, just a little challenge. Nothing too serious. What do you say?” He looked at Tom, who shrugged and nodded, clearly trying to play it cool. Ellie hesitated but eventually agreed. What could it hurt?

Tom was led to a back room, blindfolded and fitted with noise-canceling headphones. The crowd could see him on a screen, looking slightly confused but still smiling. Ellie, meanwhile, was left on stage, feeling exposed under the bright lights.

“Alright, Ellie,” the compère began, his tone teasing. “Let’s get to know you a little better. First question—is Tom good in bed?”

Ellie froze. The crowd erupted into laughter. She stammered, trying to find the right words. “I… I mean, he’s… he’s sweet.”

The compère raised an eyebrow. “Sweet, huh? That’s not exactly a ringing endorsement. How about this—is he hung?”

Ellie’s face turned crimson. She glanced at the screen, where Tom was blissfully unaware of the conversation. “I… I don’t think that’s really…”

The compère cut her off with a laugh. “Alright, alright, we’ll let you off the hook. But here’s the real question—is there anyone in this room who thinks they could show Ellie a better time than her husband?”

Hands shot up across the bar. Ellie’s stomach churned. This was getting out of hand. The compère scanned the crowd before pointing to a man near the back. “You, sir! Come on up!”

The man who stepped forward was… breathtaking. He was tall—6’6” of pure muscle, with dark skin that glistened under the lights. His smile was confident, almost predatory, as he introduced himself. “Name’s Jackson. Pleasure to meet you, Ellie.”

Ellie’s mouth went dry. She could feel the eyes of the crowd on her, waiting for her reaction. The compère leaned in, his voice low and teasing. “So, Ellie, what do you think? Is Jackson here a better or worse lover than your husband?”

She opened her mouth to protest, but the words wouldn’t come. The compère chuckled. “Alright, let’s make this interesting. Here’s your first challenge—you’re going to measure Jackson. And then you’re going to tell us how your husband measures up. Sound good?”

Ellie’s heart pounded as a measuring tape was thrust into her hands. She looked at Jackson, who was grinning down at her, clearly enjoying her discomfort. “Go on,” the compère urged. “Get on your knees and unzip him.”

The crowd erupted into cheers and whistles. Ellie’s hands trembled as she knelt in front of Jackson. She couldn’t believe this was happening. Slowly, she reached for his zipper, her fingers brushing against the fabric of his pants. She hesitated, but the crowd’s chanting grew louder. “Suck it! Suck it!”

Ellie’s breath hitched as she unzipped Jackson’s pants. What fell out was… __unbelievable__. It was the biggest, thickest penis she had ever seen. It was already 8 inches soft, and the crowd went wild. The compère handed her the measuring tape again. “Alright, Ellie, let’s see how big he gets when he’s hard.”

Ellie’s hands shook as she reached for Jackson’s member. The crowd’s chanting grew louder, more insistent. She gave in, her lips wrapping around him as she began to suck. It was… __intense__. She could feel him growing harder, thicker, in her mouth. When she finally pulled away, the compère handed her the measuring tape again. “Well? How big is he now?”

Ellie’s voice was barely a whisper. “Just under 10 inches.”

The compère grinned. “And how does that compare to your husband?”

Ellie hesitated, her face burning. “Um… 4 inches.”

“When soft?”

“No… hard.”

The crowd erupted into laughter. Ellie wanted to disappear. The compère clapped his hands. “Alright, folks, here’s the real challenge. Ellie, you’re going to spend the night in your hotel room with Jackson and our camera crew. If you can stay faithful for the entire night, you and Tom win $50,000. But if you succumb to temptation… well, Jackson stays another night with you, and you get another chance to win the money. We’ll see the results on screen next week. Meanwhile, Tom will stay here at the lodge with the other husbands.”

Ellie’s mind was spinning. She looked at the screen, where Tom was still blindfolded and oblivious. He looked so confident, so sure that she would stay faithful. But then her eyes drifted back to Jackson, who was smirking down at her. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, the sheer power of his presence. Could she really resist him?

As she was led to the hotel room, her heart pounded in her chest. The camera crew followed closely behind, their presence a constant reminder of the stakes. Jackson walked beside her, his hand brushing against hers in a way that sent shivers down her spine. When they reached the room, he turned to her, his voice low and smooth. “Ready to see if you can resist me, Ellie?”

She swallowed hard, her mind racing. Could she? Would she? The door closed behind them, and the camera crew set up their equipment. Jackson leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. “Let’s see how strong your love really is.”

Ellie’s heart skipped a beat. She glanced at the camera, then back at Jackson. His eyes were dark, filled with a promise that made her knees weak. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Jackson’s lips curved into a slow, knowing smile. “Let’s begin.”

In the sultry Caribbean, newlyweds Ellie and Tom find themselves in a public humiliation and temptation challenge on their honeymoon.
Ellie is asked to compare her husband to a handsome, well-endowed stranger, Jackson, in front of a rowdy crowd.
Tom, left in a lodge with other husbands, watches as his wife is sent to a hotel room with Jackson for a night of temptation.

Ellie's Caribbean Temptation

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