Oh wait, before the Honeymoon, I should start with the wedding. Actually
nothing to tell. I can say that it was uneventful! (As far as I know!!)
The reception was mostly uneventful too. Rick danced with Linda, as the Best
Man is supposed to do. I only danced with her a few times, since I love to
dance so much! Rick, kind soul, was nice enough to be her dance escort most of
the evening. How gracious of him!
I stayed seated up on the “daiz” conversing with of all Linda’s twitty
girlfriends. They were all much younger than me! God… I forgot how infantile
younger girls can be… cute, but infantile.
Nothing major transpired as they danced. The band was NOT one of the hot rock
bands that gets Linda going. Polka and elevator music mostly. They nuzzled a
little during the slow dances, but Rick behaved himself for the most part. They
talked and whispered a lot. My mind had fun wondering what they were saying.
Was he was telling her to think of him while she was on Honeymoon? Or asking
her to set a date for their next meeting upon her return? Probably none of the
above, but my mind can imagine amazing things.
After the reception, we stayed in the hotel in town, planning to fly off to St.
Croix in the morning.
And NO, this time Rick DIDN’T stay in the hotel with us, if that’s what you’re
thinking.
Linda and I took the elevator up to the top floor bridal suite. Time for the
big moment! I carried her across the threshold… took her into the room. She
asked me to wait while she went to the bathroom (what else is new with a woman).
When she came back out she was thankfully still in her beautiful dress. Then it
was my turn to relieve myself. I came out still in my tux, with my jacket and
little bow tie off.
“Well?,” I asked smiling.
“Well what?” she teased.
“You know darn well what! You’ve been saving yourself. So now it’s time for me
to make a withdrawal.” Laughing harder at the potential pun, I said, “Or better
yet, a deposit!!”
She laughed at that. “So you think I’m going to give you some, huh stud?”
“You better!! Or I’ll have take you back where I bought you and tell them
you’re defective.”
As much as she might have wanted other men or done things with them, she and I
have always had great rapport like that. I’m actually a shy, quiet guy, the
kind that has trouble verbally sparring with women, but her personality brings
the best out of me.
I love Linda very much, and I know she loves me. Sex, though high on her
priority list, is not something that will ever ruin our marriage.
Hmmm… let me think though. Sex, high on her priority list? Damn, I think
so!! Numero uno, in fact. Our marriage is probably priority number TWO!! I wish
I hadn’t thought about that.
We fell into each others arms and kissed, as I undid the zipper on the back of
her dress and pulled the dress over her shoulders and down her body. Linda
frenched me and played with me through my tux pants, getting me all hard. She
unzipped me and undid my belt (all too easily, it seemed, too! She could
manipulate a man’s pants pretty fast for a supposedly virgin bride).
Linda stood in front of me in a gorgeous silk white slip; the sexy tops of her
white nylons were visible through the slit up the sides.
My shirt came off next. I ended up standing there in an ugly pair of cotton
briefs and t-shirt.
Kissing Linda some more, I slid the narrow straps of her slip off her shoulder.
She was soon standing there in a delicious coordinated lingerie set, consisting
of lacy white bra, panties and garter belt. Oh man! My favorite!!!
We jumped into bed and I put my hand on the front of her panties to begin the
massage. A few presses over her mound, then I put my hand inside. Linda was
quite nice and wet!! Mmmm… Not as wet as that one night after Rick!! Or
even the nights I’d let her dance with other guys. But still pretty wet,
considering we’d had virtually no foreplay.
On a one-to ten scale? About a seven I’d say. Six-and-a-half minimum. Hmmm,
maybe talking with Rick earlier had set off her hormones.
At this point, being the Engineer, I could not stand to observe something like
that and not try to find out more about it. “You seem awfully wet tonight,
Hon,” I said. “How come?”
“I’ve been thinking about this so much, darling. I can’t help but be turned
on,” she said, providing me with a pretty bullshit answer and no useful theory.
I mean, I know I’m a stud, but really, a seven “wetness” factor right off the
bat??
She had her hand in my underwear, and toyed with my cock for a bit, making sure
it was hard. As if it could get harder! She pulled my jockeys off. I got her
panties off and started taking good care of her clit with my middle finger.
Then, proceeding to remove her bra I gained access to her nice breasts.
Linda’s nipples are like little rockets. Yeah, pencil eraser types. And she
loved having them sucked! Her pussy has a nice light covering of real blonde
pussy hair. She has fabulous “lips” that modulate in response to how horny she
is. At ‘zero’, they are closed and she’s dry. At ‘seven’, like she was now,
they were open and full, and the wetness she exuded was wonderful. A ‘ten’ I
think would be defined as be total saturation, including some thigh dripping and
also auto-pilot humping motions at anything her pussy could come in contact
with. Her pussy could take anything without damage, I think. Examples that I
have in mind are cucumbers, bananas, dildos, and amazingly big cocks. At this
point, and later on too, I observed that she was hardly what I’d call tight.
Warm and silky creamy wet, definitely were on the list. But not tight.
Although she does have an amazing “vice grip” capability that makes up for it.
I told her I wanted to fuck her and right now. She said teasingly, “don’t you
want me to suck you first?”
“Hell no!” I responded. “I’d shoot in two seconds. Plus I’ve cum in your mouth
a lot of times. Now it’s time for the real thing”.
She smiled and said, “OK, if you insist. Come and get it, big boy.” She lay
back with her legs open.
My 5 1/2″ cock was at its hardest as I got on top of her and inserted it.
Instant entry! Ohhh man did her pussy feel warm!! My goodness!! I started
fucking. I didn’t get much friction because she was so slippery.
Linda had her eyes closed and just moaned. “MMmmmm…” She wasn’t swearing or
acting like a country whore the way she’d done with Rick.
In a short bit her hand crept between us and, as I fucked her, she started
fingering her clit. Now she started responding! “Ohh yeah… oh … that’s
it.. fuck me.. ” The whole time her eyes were shut.
My cock felt pretty good, but I wished had more friction. Her hand knocking
against the front of my cock gave me some of the edge I needed. That plus my
thoughts. I started thinking how good this pussy must have felt on Rick’s cock.
I looked down at her. Looked where my cock penetrated her. God she had a
slutty looking pussy! My cock was saturated with her juices. I pictured it was
Rick’s cock going into her instead of mine, and that she was lubricating him to
make him go in and out easier.
Linda never looked so nice. Eyes shut, moaning… fingering her clit fast…
jeez, probably even thinking about HIM. “Ohh yessss.. ” she was moaning. Mostly
was getting off with her finger. I wished I had a huge cock so I could make
Linda feel like the woman she was. Thinking about Rick some more, I hammered
her hard like he would do.
Linda opened her eyes and looked at me. She smiled and I felt a really odd
sensation. My prick was being squeezed!! Linda milked my cock with her pussy
muscles. A dozen slow rhythmical squeezes, then one big giant long squeeze. All
the time she smiled up at me without saying anything.
That did it… Ohhh yes… I thrust in deep, held, and spurted!! “I’m
cummming!!!” I screamed…
“Ohh yeah… cum darling,” Linda said, giving me two more squeezes from her
pussy, then held my cock in a soft vice grip. Her hand went down under my balls
and rubbed them, helping to pump all my cum out! She kept looking at me as I
came and came, until I finally fell on top of her.
Linda hadn’t cum yet.
When I pulled out and rolled off of her, Linda asked me kind of shyly, “Mike…
would you… Well… ummm… This is embarrassing to ask, but … would you eat
my pussy?”
I obliged, sliding between her legs. I’d only eaten one girl back in high
school, and only a couple times, but it all came back. I tried to do it the way
I’d seen it in pictures and read about it. Licking up and down her hot slit,
putting my tongue inside, licking her clit. and sucking on her little clit …
well, big clit actually (yes, I knew she had one, and I knew where it was).
Linda’s clit gets quite hard and long when she’s in the mood.
Eating away, my first surprise was that instead of just pussy juice, I was
tasting my own cum at the same time. Now I hadn’t done THAT with the girl in
high school.
I was tempted to say, ‘wait a minute here, go and get cleaned up first’, but I
knew Linda hadn’t received her enjoyment yet and I didn’t want to be an asshole.
It’s odd, looking back on it, that she didn’t even think of cleaning up herself
when she asked me to eat her. Or else she didn’t perceive that eating my own
cum out of her was nasty. The majority of women would probably find that
perverted. I was surprised.
The second surprise was that eating her sperm filled pussy was turning me on!!.
My cock hardened against the bed and I started rubbing the sheets while I lapped
her clit like a pro.
Linda’s hands came to the sides of my head and she started pulling me into her.
“Ohhh Mike, that’s it Honey… ohhhh Mikey, Mikey… mmmm… eat me… oh god
that’s good.. lick my pussy, Honey!!”
Hearing her get hot I doubled my efforts. I also masturbated my cock against
the sheets.
Then she cried, “OHJhhhh fuck… honey… like that… yeah.. ” (My mouth was
wrapped around the outside of her pussy, my tongue was swirling inside, while my
nose hunched against her clit … I was almost suffocating). “Ohh honey…
yeah… lick me… lick all the cum out of me… ”
I started cumming when she said that!!!
She came too, her body arched up against my face, her hands pulling me rather
forcefully into her pussy. She really liked that!!
I was pretty tired at that point. Drinks from the reception plus exerting
muscles my body hadn’t felt for decades had whipped me. Linda just flopped out
right where she was, a happy look on her face.
I moved up and lay beside her, my arm around her. “You’re fantastic,” I said as
I kissed her.
“You’re pretty good too,” she said, smiling.
… ok… bad me… I couldn’t leave well enough alone. I had to start the
inquisition.
“Can I ask you something?” I asked.
“Of course,” Linda said.
“You’re not a virgin, are you?”
Linda said matter-of-factly, but quietly, “No.”
“Then… then… why did you tell me you wouldn’t do it with me when we were
dating? That you were saving yourself?” I asked her.
“Silly! Because I knew even then, before you asked, that you were the one I
wanted to marry. I may have done it in my past, but that didn’t mean anything
to me. It would mean too much with you. I wanted it to be special for us.”
Oh, man, I loved this girl. RIGHT ANSWER!!
“Oh baby, I love you,” I said.
“I love you, too, Mike” Linda said, as we kissed and hugged and fell asleep in
each other’s arms.
I woke up about 2 AM. She was still in my arms, all warm and sweaty under the
blankets, her breasts pressed to my chest, our legs intertwined. I kissed her
cheek and she stirred. I kissed her lips, and she came awake.
“Can’t sleep” I said. “This is different having someone in the bed with me.
I’m not used to it.”
She giggled. “Poor baby. Anything I can do to make it better?”
“Hmmmm… knowing you, there probably is.”
“What? Me?” she teased. Her hand went between us and she grabbed at my
shriveled sticky cock.
I giggled back. “You horny thing. Can’t keep your hands off it, can you.”
“No. I love your cock, Mike.”
That made it stir.
I rolled her over a bit and made her lie back with her legs open, put my hand
over her pussy and stroked up and down with one finger. She was sticky outside,
but inside she was still wet with our cum. “Mmmmm… ” she sighed. “Nice…”
I was still curious about her earlier life.
“Linda?” I said.
“Yeah?”
“You said you weren’t a virgin. Well… how long ago was it? When was the first
time? How many guys?” I asked awkwardly. I rubbed her clit hoping this
maneuver would help me ask the questions that blurted out.
She giggled real loud. “MIKE!! God!”
There was silence for a minute. “Mike. I don’t know how to answer that? I
mean, so what if I’ve done it with anyone else, or when, or ever. You’re the
one I love. No matter what I say, you’d feel bad, and I wouldn’t want that.”
At that point I certainly didn’t have the courage to say “when was the last
time”. If she won’t even say when the first time was… or even lie and say
only one. The message was clear.
That was all that was ever said between us about that topic for a long time. I
never did find out if Linda’s nymphomania (is that the right term for it? I
think so, yes) was a recently discovered hobby, or had deeper roots.
So I did the only valiant thing at that awkward moment. I went down and ate her
again. She enjoyed it, and had a nice cum again. Then, Linda reciprocated,
sucking me to heights only she could. I made a deposit of cream in her mouth,
my third orgasm of the night. That was the most that I’d ever cum in such a
short time.
Morning arrived and we were off to St. Croix. At the hotel, we hung up our
stuff, took a shower and crashed for an afternoon nap. I was way too sore to
want to attack Linda sexually at this point. I needed to get more in shape!!
But she didn’t ask for anything and didn’t seem curious.
After waking up, we put on tropical clothes. Linda in hot tight little white
shorts, and a short sleeve white pullover that only came below her breasts. Me
in, well you don’t care about that.
We went out by the beach and lay back on lounge chairs with a drink. The babes
were nice!! Nothing a voyeur likes better than women and girls lounging around
in tiny bathing suits. I noticed the local guys on the beach weren’t bad
either! Tanned, dark haired, and hunky. Linda noticed too, because even wearing
her sunglasses, her head kept in lock with most of them as they walked past us.
I wondered what she, as a woman, looked at exactly when she watched men.
When I’m watching girls, I go straight for the hips, ass, pussy, maybe breasts
if they’re nice, and then seem to glance up at the face last.
Did Linda look mostly at a guy’s face? His chest? Muscles? Or… god… lower?
I looked at the guys again. They all had tight speedos that didn’t hide a
thing. “Packages” (I hate that word) were on display everywhere.
I tried to break the ice, mentioning to Linda that the scenery looked pretty
good. I didn’t know if I’d get a jealous reaction or no comment or what.
Linda tipped her sunglasses up on her head, and just stared straight at one guy
walking by and said, “yeah… I think you’re right, Mike.” Her eyes were
definitely on his swim trunks!! Not his face.
The guys was amazingly built! I looked where she was looking and could see the
outline of his cock. It was embarrassing, because soft it was bigger than mine.
Linda then looked at me and licked her lips, smiling.
I blushed. “I didn’t mean THAT!” I tried to say.
“Why not,” she teased. “I sure did.”
“I didn’t think girls looked,” I said.
“Who ever told you that?”
“Well, just what I’ve read and stuff.”
Linda said, “well you’d be surprised how wrong the magazines are about women’s
attitudes, Hon. I do look. Most of the girls I know look.”
“Do you look a lot?” I asked. “I mean, ok it’s one thing to ‘look’, it’s
another thing to ‘LOOK’ ” I said, putting the right emphasis on the words.
“I can’t answer that,” she giggled. “I have a right against self incrimination.”
My cock surged. My wife was something else!
“So, you don’t mind if I look then,” I said.
“No, please yourself,” Linda answered.
“Linda. I mean like ‘LOOK’… stare? Take notes… perform major explorations?
You don’t mind?”
“Mike, Honey, if you’re asking me if I look at their faces and bods, yeah I do.
If you’re asking me if I look at their bulges… ” she looked at me, pausing a
long time…
“… Well?” I asked..
Linda licked her lips. She was flushed now. Her response was almost whispered.
“Yeah, I do. I like them.” I wish we’d put bathing suits on. I wondered how
hot looking at those guys cocks had gotten her. I wished that girls got boners
or something. It’s not fair that they can tell, but we can’t.
I did notice that her nipples were quite pronounced, pointing through her
pullover. I had no way of telling how her pussy was feeling. But the “LOOK” was
on her face.
My cock was hard.
“We better go back to the room, I think,” I said.
“Yep! I agree.” she answered.
We got in the room and tore each other’s clothes off. Linda’s wetness was an
“eight” this time.
I had a “ten” boner.
She sucked me off, and I ate her out. She orgasmed twice this time.
After a quick nap we took another walk on the beach, changed, had dinner then
went to the hotel club. It was probably about 8:00. I was feeling pretty
fatigued by all this. Drinking at the reception the night before, sex with a
new woman, waking in the middle of the night, sitting in the sun, sex again, and
a big dinner. I really could have just gone back to the room and crashed early,
but I knew we’d be wasting it. We only had 4 nights here, then we’d have to go
back.
The club was pretty nice. Dark, intimate, a great Carribean band playing
Calipso and Reggae, lots of noise from the people. We drank some concoctions
the waitress gave us while standing by the bar. Lost of sexy looking people
were dancing. “Couldn’t interest you in a dance, could I?” Linda asked, leaning
up and kissing me.
“Well, you know how clumsy I am.”
“Come on, try,” she said.
So I did. I went out on the floor and making uncoordinated flailing motions to
the wild beat of the music. Linda looked a lot better. Sexy in fact. She
danced real close to me, looking in my eyes, wiggling her hips.
She had put on a very short white ummm… wish I knew the names of all the
materials… well, cotton, but not smooth… like white on white… stiff
feeling. A bit above mid thigh. And a white halter top that had a little
collar and two big buttons in the front. With red earrings and her short white
heels she was hot. She wasn’t wearing any stockings, and I know because I was
there watching this time as she dressed. She also had on a lacy white bikini
panties, but no bra. I had commented to her on that, and she said she felt
brave because we weren’t at home. Besides, her halter top wasn’t that
revealing. Yeah, except when she bent over!! It wasn’t the overly tight kind.
She smiled and turned around and told me to grab her hips. Then she did that
thing I’d seen her do to Rick, wiggling her butt back against me. Ohh god! She
rubbed her ass my cock! I didn’t know quite whether that was real or imagined
when I saw it with Rick. It was real! Full contact. Wiggling in front of me
like she did was wild! This girl could arouse a rock, I think.
We just stood there swaying for quite some time, not saying a thing, her doing
the butt rub on me. I wondered if this was just like an accepted dance? Or was
it an erotic overture of more to come. Others seemed to be doing similar
touching dances, so I figured ok, I was just old-style in what I considered
dancing.
Unfortunately for Linda, if she was looking for a reaction, my peter was petered
out from all the attention earlier. As erotic as Linda was, no way she’d coax a
hardon out of me right there. Any other time probably.
After that dance, I stood out. She kissed me and asked if I minded if she
danced some more, because I knew how much she enjoyed it.
I told her, “of course I don’t mind. You’re a big girl. Plus you’re my wife.”
“Good.” She answered, gratefully, kissing me and sliding her tongue in my mouth.
“I thought you’d say OK.”
She leaned back against the bar looking sexy and available, and within minutes a
guy was up asking her to dance. She looked at me, smiled, put her drink on the
bar and took his hand as he guided her to the floor.
I finally got a stool and sat down, and ordered another drink. By now Linda had
danced with a couple different guys, and was really rolling. Just like back
home. She had livened up considerably. I think dancing and the club atmosphere
gives her energy. I wish I had that feeling!
Eventually she stayed with one man for several dances. He had equally good
footing, plus I think he had the “mind” thing that she likes to have with a
partner when she’s dancing. They were staring each other down, each leading the
other. Leading; following; challenging.
During a particularly wild beat, my wife said something to him, then turned
around. He moved up behind her wiggling his crotch, then he grabbed her hips.
She looked over her shoulder at him and started her sexy butt-crotch dance.
Linda was wiggled her ass side to side. He challenged right back and moved
against her, opposite side-to-side, then more challenging, up and down. His
hands went forward around her waist onto her bare midriff. She closed her eyes
and was pretty much in heaven I think, as this guy rubbed his cock into her ass.
When the music ended the trance broke, and another short fast song was on, then
a slow one. She melted in his arms.
I looked at the guy more carefully. He had on a very loose long-sleeve cream
colored shirt, cuffs rolled up, and loose tan tropical pants. The image of the
Caribbean man. He was tall too. 6’1″, I’d guess, from where Linda’s head was
nestled. I knew that appealed to her. They danced slowly, his hands on her
naked lower back. I watched as he leaned in and tried to kiss her. Linda
looked a little rattled and backed her head off, quickly looking over in my
direction. I pretended I was looking at the bartender and oblivious to her. I
saw her say something to him with a frown on her face, and he didn’t press the
issue any further.
The guy brought her back over at the break, kissed her hand, and walked away.
Linda stood next to me, with her back to the bar, silently sipping her drink. I
looked carefully and realized how beautiful she was. He blonde hair shimmered
in the colored dim lights. Her mind was somewhere else right now, dreaming of
what, I don’t know. Her face was flushed. It was either from fatigue, the
dancing, or from what often made her face get flushed when she danced with a
sexy guy. I couldn’t tell. I didn’t think it was from the drinks, because
she’d only had two. I bought her a third one, and she pretty much downed most
of it right away. She smiled at me as she finished it, and I smiled back.
The band started back up and the man came back over to get her. Yes, he was
definitely tall. He towered over me. Linda took his hand and walked off, her
eyes lighting up. She was back from dreamland.
I drank some more, and from time to time Linda came over to sip her drink and to
take a quick break, but she was quickly right back out on the dance floor for
more. Other guys tried to ask her to dance, but she declined, sticking with her
talented partner.
The teasing dances between them were accelerating. Linda really swayed her hips
now. They did one dance, where he put his right leg was out, and Linda
actually moved up on it and humped herself up and down on his thigh. I hoped
this was just an optical illusion, but it sure looked like she really rubbed her
pussy on his leg. She then stuck her leg out and he returned the favor. On the
next slow dance their legs were practically interlocked. Linda’s thighs were
wrapped around her gentleman’s leg and his crotch pressed into hers, one of his
hands now down over the back of her skirt. They were whispering to each other.
After that dance, Linda said something to him. She gave him a finger wave, like
saying ‘wait a minute’.
She walked over to me and casually picked up her drink and took a sip. From
close up, Linda was extremely flushed. She was breathing hard, and had a
nervous look.
She looked at me nervously and asked. “How are you doing, Hon?”
I laughed. “OK, I guess. Wish I could dance like you. Hope I’m not boring you
standing here by the bar.”
“Oh I’m not bored at all. Don’t worry, I’m having a lot of fun. I love this
kind of music,” she said spiritedly. “But I hope you’re not bored. Having to
stand here and all.”
I chuckled. “No, not really. There’s lots to look at. I nodded toward a couple
of nice looking women with short skirts nearby. Actually, I’m getting pretty
tired.” I hinted.
There was a pause.
“Hon?”
“Yeah,” I answered.
“Are you really tired?”
“I think so. I don’t know what it is. Probably staying up with you last night.
And this afternoon. And the drinks, and the hot sun.”
Linda then timidly said. “Well, you don’t have to stay up all night on my
account, you know. You can go ahead up to the room and get to bed if you’re
really so exhausted. I think I’ll be safe.” She giggled. “I know how to find
my way back. I dropped breadcrumbs on the way.”
I laughed at her joke.
“Really?” I asked. “I can go on to bed?”
“Yeah. I won’t be offended. I would really like to stay and dance. I could
probably last a couple more hours. I love this.”
“Well, I know I wouldn’t last that long!” I sighed. “I feel bad though, because
it’s our second night… and … well, you know… ”
She snuggled against me. “Is that what you’re worried about?” She laughed.
“Mike, don’t worry. I won’t be offended if you don’t rape me on our second
night. After all we DID do it twice last night and once this afternoon. And
after all, there’s always the morning, after you’re more rested.”
I smiled at her understanding, and said OK, that I’d be going to bed.
“I’ll try to come in softly and not wake you,” she said, kissing me.
I hugged her and returned the kiss. She put her drink back on the bar and
watched me leave. I turned around at the exit and watched her walk back to her
new friend.
I started toward the elevator. I was seriously tired. But I also wondered
(probably way too much) about what was happening. Linda could have been just
doing what she said, staying to dance for a couple hours.
Then again, I didn’t know. The image of what a naughtier Linda might do entered
my brain. Images of the Linda I saw and heard with Rick on past nights.
I know that was crazy. We had just gotten married the day before, and had our
first intercourse. She’d never do something like that.
As the elevator “bingged” its arrival, I hesitated. The elevator door shut
without me. I turned back toward the lounge. I took a side hall rather than
the front, and came in from a small side entrance, not the front one where I had
left. I slipped into the darkness and stood behind some of the crowd along the
wall.
Linda was only about 15 feet away, about three times closer than I’d been at the
bar. I looked at her friend. They were engaged in quite a conversation.
Smiling, joking, his white teeth flashing. He’d pull her close, the fronts of
their bodies rubbing, then fling her back and around as the dance enveloped
them.
A waitress came and broke my spell, asking me if I wanted a drink. “No… no..
thanks,” I muttered. She left.
I watched again as Linda smiled and turned her back to him, giving that “look”
over her shoulder. Right away he danced to her, his hips swaying, grabbed her by
the hips and pushed his crotch into her ass. A little “ooo” formed on her lips
as she rubbed back. She stood arching her back into him, so he was pressed
totally against her. His hands this time came around front holding her tight
over her bare midriff. He kissed Linda’s ear, causing her to shut her eyes.
While he kissed her ear, his right hand came up over her halter top and caressed
her breast. She looked back at him with lust in her eyes. He squeezed. Oh
shit his was hot. I had a hardon. Linda let him feel for about a minute while
she rubbed her ass into what had to be a hard cock by now, then broke away
smiling, and waving her finger at him, like saying “naughty boy”. Wow what a
way to pick a guy up and tell him you want him! That little dance number was
amazing. I wonder when in her past she had learned that one. Thinking back,
I’d seen her do that almost every time we’d gone to the club with whoever the
last guy was she ended up with.
The number ended. A slow song. She was in his arms. Her hands up around his
neck. He leaned down and kissed her. She was on her tiptoes kissing back. Her
thighs wrapped around his leg and she made motions with her hips. Her lover’s
hands moved down this time right over her ass. Linda didn’t stop. I could
“see” her moaning, even though I didn’t hear it. He caressed her ass right
there in public, and she wasn’t stopping him. He got braver and his hand lifted
up the bottom of her white skirt. I saw his hand under her skirt, caressing her
ass cheek hard through her panties. I saw her pretty butt tense and relax in his
hand as her hips moved against his thigh. Linda broke the kiss and looked at
him and said something.
They turned and walked hastily off the dance floor. She walked over to where
we’d been at the bar, and the bartender handed her the little handbag she’d left
with them. She took his hand as he led her fast to the front door into the
lobby.
I looked at my watch. It was 9:00. I held back, peeking into the side hall up
toward the lobby. I saw them rush past, him pulling her along. When they were
gone, I walked quickly up the hall. I peered slowly around the corner to where I
thought they were headed, the elevators. They were beyond that, walking further
down the hall. Apparently his room was right on the ground floor.
His arm held Linda by the waist as they walked. As they got to his door, which
was almost near the end of the hall, he fumbled in his pocket for his key. He
looked at Linda, leaned down and kissed her again. Her mouth was mashed to his.
He turned her around pressing her back against the wall and kissed her hard, his
hand coming up and rubbing her breast. Linda’s right leg wrapped around his.
They were practically raping each other in the hall!! I’d never seen her this
hot. I’d heard her, of course, with Rick, I’d just never seen it.
Her lover laughed out loud, one of those Carribean laughs, and pushed her away
so he could open the door, and pulled her in. The door shut and it was silent.
I was dying. My heart throbbed and my head was on fire. My cock was harder
than ever. My mind was telling me how naughty my wife was. Married for only
one day and she already needs a bigger cock inside her. I ached. I had
feelings of rejection. At the same time I wanted to touch myself. I wished I
knew what was happening. I went down the hall toward his room. I stopped
outside the door, looking around. I leaned into the door and all I could hear
were rustling and muffled sounds. I looked around some more. The lobby was at
the other end. Back down the hall the elevators were bingging with people
getting off them. I couldn’t stay here. Too many people. Damn, I thought!
I turned around and looked toward the dark end of the hall and saw an exit door
and headed toward it. I pushed it open and found myself outside in the dark,
the cool sea breeze hitting my burning face.
I turned to the left and walked toward the beach. Looking at the back of the
hotel, I saw that the ground floor units all had sliding doors and little
patios. The upstairs ones had balconies. The lights were off in the room
closest to me, and the lights were on in Mr. Lover’s room next to it. I was
drawn toward it.
From about ten feet away I saw that his patio door was partly open. The breeze
caused the curtain to sway. Unfortunately it was drawn so I couldn’t see in.
Maneuvering next to the building, my back to the wall, I sidestepped slowly
across the first dark room and toward his. Closer and closer. The ocean waves
made noise in the distance and I wished it was quieter so I could hear better.
I looked furtively up and down the length of the hotel as I progressed, and
didn’t see anybody. It struck me that somebody looking toward me from the beach
would probably think I was some kind of burglar moving along the hotel wall like
that.
I finally got next to the guy’s door. There was a tall bush that would block me
from being seen from the beach. I slid into the spot between it, the wall and
the door, my left ear right outside the curtain, almost at the opening of the
door.
From there I could hear definitely hear parts of what was going on. Actually
more than parts. It was quite clear.
Him: “So you just got married yesterday?”
A sexy heavy accent. Not Jamaican sounding or anything. It was complex, I
couldn’t place it.
Linda: “Yesss”
Him:
statement and a question).
Linda: “Shutup. Kiss me.”
Kissing sounds.
Him, softly: “Don’t worry. You aren’t the first.”
Kissing, slurping, and moaning sounds for quite awhile.
Him: “My!!! Signorina is EXTREMELY wet. I haven’t felt quite as wet a woman
as you. You like this, it seems”.
Linda moaned, as she let her lover obviously finger her pussy now
Linda: laughing… ” My husband would call this a TEN on his wetness scale.”
Linda’s loud moan, as his finger strikes gold some more…
Him: “Ten?”
Linda: “Yeah… like ice skating… the highest score.. in this case it’s the
Horniness score I think.”
Him: Caribbean loud laugh… “I like that. But I bet Signorina has not been
TEN in Horniness for husband, eh? Just for me.”
Linda: “… shutup… ”
Him: “Yeah? But true, eh? So what do you do when you are TEN, Signorina?”
Linda: giggling… “whatever you want me to do.”
Him: … “I think I’d like TEN horny American bride to act like sweet whore,
eh?”
Linda: “I may be able to oblige that… ” a giggle
Him: laughing… always laughing… “You dance like sweet horny whore, you
know.”
Linda: “I know. It worked too, didn’t it.”
Him: “You are a sweet whore. A beautiful one. . You wanted me, eh? …. So
beautiful, Signorina. So wet and horny too. You love my fingers in your
wetness?”
Linda: “Oh yesss.. ”
Him: “What you wanted since you met me tonight?”
Linda: “MMmm… yes! That… and more… ”
Pause…
Him: “More, eh? …. Touch it then, Signorina.”
Pauses and rustling…
Linda: “Oh my god!!! It’s huge!”
Him: Carribean laugh. “You haven’t seen one like this before?”
Linda: “Oh my… no!!!”
Him: “Does Signorina like?”
Linda: “What do you think?”
Silence… rustling… moans…
Him: “Oh yeah. That’s a good Signorina. Suck him. Suck him good. I’ll make
sure he’s good to you.”
More silence, and the sounds of him moaning. Linda was sucking him. I wish I
could see if they were dressed undressed.
Him: “Mmmmm… he loves you Signorina. Can you tell? He’s a monster now.”
Linda moans loudly.
Him: “You’re very good at this. You suck like a true whore. This can’t be the
first monster Signorina has made to grow.”
Linda: mumbling… “No… it isn’t… ”
Him: “So how many men have pleased the horny Signorina, eh?”
Silence and moans…
Him: “Tell me Signorina… or he, Monster, won’t be good to you. How many?”
Linda: “Ohh Cielo, please… just let me make Monster feel good. ”
Cielo???? (pronounced Chee-aa-low. almost Italian sounding). Her lover had a
name.
Cielo: “Come on pretty Signorina. You already are sucking on Monster like a
starving whore… while your husband sleeps alone in your bed. You are not shy
and innocent. Tell me now”
Linda: “Ohhh … I don’t know Cielo. A lot of them. I didn’t count.”
Cielo: “More than twenty?”
Linda: “Mmmm… oh god …. yeah. … Probably … ”
Cielo: “Good friends Signorina, steady friends? …. Or strangers Signorina?”
Linda: moaning… ” some… steady.. ”
Cielo: “And what else??? … be a good Horny Signorina… tell Cielo how
naughty you are.”
Linda: moaning… “yes … strangers too… a few … well… more than a few
maybe… ”
Cielo: Carribean laugh… “the Signorina is too good. She loves monsters.
Look how big he is now! Are all the monsters you’ve pleased this big?”
Linda: “Noooo!! Alot are big, yeah… not this big!!”
Cielo: “So horny Signorina whore likes big ones, eh? Time to please the
biggest one I think now.”
Silence… rustling… moaning…
Linda: “How big is it, Cielo? It’s takes two hands to get around it.”
Cielo: laughing again… “You want to know if you won a prize or something,
eh?” more laughing..
Pause and licking sounds…
Cielo: “Twelve inches is monster. For truth.”
Linda: “Oh my godd!…. I believe it!!”
Cielo” “What is biggest you had before, eh?”
Linda: “I don’t know… pretty big… not this big… maybe 9″ … 10″ .. .I
don’t know…”
Cielo: “Come, I think wet bride wants to sit on biggest 12″ Monster she ever
saw and make herself feel good now, eh?”
Linda: “Ohhh yes!!!”
My cock was in my hand, I was stroking. Linda was a slut!!
Cielo: “Do it beautiful Signorina bride. Sit on Monster and take your
pleasure…”
Linda: … “OOHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
A loud cry!!
Linda: “OOHHH GOD!!!!.. CIELO!!!”
Cielo: laughing… “You have to sit more, hot wet one. You have only sampled a
little so far… sit down harder… don’t be afraid…”
Linda: “Ohh shit… oh MYyyy god!! ”
Cielo: “That’s a good whore bride. You take it all very well. You deserve a
prize.”
Linda: “Ohh Ohh Ohhh Ohh oh yeah.. oh fuck me … fuck me with that thing… oh
my god I’m going to die.. ohhh Cielo… SHIT I”m cummingggg.!!!!!!!”
I started cumming too, all over the patio…. my heart beat so fast I thought
I’d die. Cielo made Linda cum in only 15 seconds.
I knew… DAMN, I knew all too well, that this was just a fraction of the
orgasms my beautiful Linda was going to get tonight.
Cielo: “Good Signorina. Cum good, eh… Monster makes all the girls cum… you
will cum more… keep fucking on him… then, when you are cumming so hard you
think you died and are in heaven, tell me, and he will take his pleasure inside
you, eh?”
Linda: “Ohhh yess… Cielo… kiss me… oh yes.. pleasure meeeee … !!!”
At that point I heard noises and the light came on in the room right where I was
standing. Their patio door slid open. Shit!! I zipped up and got out of there
before I got caught or something.
I took the elevator up to our room. It was 10:00. I took off my clothes, went
to the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face. I opened the patio door to
let the ocean breeze and the moonlight in, and locked the outside screen. Then
I got into bed with the covers off and lay there, my heart still beating madly.
My cock still throbbed, if that is possible; but somewhat sore. I drifted off
to sleep.
I slept until I heard the latch at the door click. Immediately I awoke,
although in a bit of a stupor. I didn’t move. I was on my side, naked.
Linda entered the dim moonlit room quietly. She went around to the side of the
bed I was facing. I made a snoring sound… and then relaxed. When I heard her
jingle in her bag, I opened my eyes just a hair. The red digits on the clock
read 3:30 AM! God! 4 1/2 hours??!!!
Linda stood up and unfastened one of the two buttons oh her halter top. The
other one I could see, even in the dim light, was not been buttoned. She
reached to the side of her skirt, and pulled the zipper down, and let it fall to
the floor. She wasn’t wearing panties!!
Well, I suppose it was just a short walk down the hall and up the elevator, why
wear more than you have to.
She went into the bathroom and I heard her peeing. The faucet ran for a second,
then she came out, shut off the light and crawled into bed. Linda pulled the
cover over me and gave my cheek a kiss. “I love you, Mike. More than you know.”
She flipped off the light and pulled the cover over herself.
I lay there in the dark, and started crying. Her words were heaven. They made
me feel so secure. After what she’d done. She didn’t have to say that unless
she meant it.
Feeling better, my mind wandered and now started wondering how many times her
lover Cielo had impaled her. How many times he made her cum. I remembered his
words, “… then, when you are cumming so hard you think you died and are in
heaven, tell me, and he will take his pleasure inside you, eh?”, making me
finally wonder how many times Monster received its own pleasure inside her.
I drifted off to sleep again.
I woke up about 5 in the morning, sporting a cock as hard as a steel bar. I’d
been dreaming about Linda sitting on Cielo’s monster and I was unbelievably
horny. Linda was sleeping with her back toward me. I reached between her legs
from the back to feel her pussy. It was warm, wide open and extremely wet and
slippery from her and Cielo’s juices.
I put my cock between her legs and positioned it at her entrance. A second later
my cock was inside her all the way. Linda let go a pleasurable sigh as she
slowly woke up and I started to fuck her. Even though I could barely feel a
thing except the warmth and the wetness enveloping my penis like a womb, I
couldn’t take it. My cock moved in and out only a couple times before I erupted
inside her. When I finished, she turned over and gave me a kiss and called me
her lover boy. Then we fell asleep again.