Chapter 3 – The Honeymooners
After getting out of the whirlpool bath and taking a shower, during which we masturbated each other to another orgasm, we retired to our honeymoon bed.
“We need to talk,” Amy said.
“Of course,” I replied.
She took a deep breath before starting. “I hope you know that I’m not trying to keep Greg alive through you. He is gone and like I said before, he will always be with me. But now I am married to you and I will love you with my whole self, body, heart and soul.” She kissed me softly. “But there are things that Greg and I talked about, fantasies we had, things we wanted to try and those things are not gone just because he is. I still am interested in those things, I just want to do them with you.”
“I know, I said. “We talked about some of this before.”
“We did and now I think it’s time to talk about them again.” She paused to gather her thoughts. “George, you have said many times that you will do anything to make me happy but I don’t want you to do anything that you don’t want to do or are uncomfortable with just to make me happy. Do you understand?”
“I do but there is a problem with that,” I said. “Remember that first night we were together and you took me in your mouth?” She nodded. “When you kissed me afterward, I wasn’t very keen on the idea of tasting my cum but I did it because I thought it would make you happy. My point is, I can say this and make whatever promises that I won’t but if we are in a situation, in a moment of passion and you ask me to try something I might not be comfortable with, I don’t think I have the ability to deny it to you!”
“But now you like the taste, right?” she asked.
“You like it, or you say you do, and that’s enough for me.” She frowned and started to speak but I stopped her. “That’s what I mean, when have you ever asked me to do something that I said no to or refused to do?”
“Never,” she said. “You never have.”
“And I don’t think I ever could and that’s the problem.” I held her hand and kissed her. “Listen, I have fantasies too, things that I can imagine us doing together but if I had my way, we would always talk about it and agree to do it before anything actually happened. I’m not saying we have to plan every last detail, sex is not like that, but we need to go into such situations prepared.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” she agreed.
“So, tell me yours and I’ll tell you mine?” I suggested.
“Okay!” she smiled and she lay down beside me, laying her head on my chest and taking my flaccid cock in her hand and stroking it back to full hardness. “I think we agreed that we would both like for me to be with another woman, yes?”
“Yes,” I agreed.
“What about another man? Do you think you might like to see me with another man?”
“Do you want to be with another man?” I asked.
“I don’t know, maybe?” She looked up at me. “It’s something that Greg and I talked about doing. He seemed keen on the idea of watching me with another man. I thought you might be too.”
“I am not my brother,” I said.
“Don’t I know it!” she growled, squeezing my now hard cock. “But seriously, is that something you would like to see?”
“I don’t know, I’d have to think about it,” I said.
“We’ll put that aside for now then,” she said. “Can I tell you about one night that Greg and I did something that really turned me on?”
“Sure,” I said.
“So we’re on our honeymoon, the room has this four-poster bed and he got the idea to take a bunch of scarves and tie my hands and feet to the four corners of the bed. Then he teased me for what felt like hours, it was probably no more than fifteen or twenty minutes, bringing me close to having an orgasm and then stopping. He had me on edge for so long that when I came, it was the strongest, most thrilling orgasm I’d ever had. Is that something you might want to do?”
“I’m not sure I’d have the patience,” I said.
“Believe me, Sweetheart, your patience is not ever in question!” she laughed.
“Yeah, I guess we could do that,” I said. “You want to do that now?”
“No, you would have to surprise me,” she said. “If I knew it was coming it wouldn’t be as good I don’t think.”
“Maybe, we’ll see,” I said.
“You are being very non-committal tonight, for a man who just made the biggest commitment of his life!”
“Amy, being with you, marrying you, is the easiest commitment I will ever make!” I turned her over and we started our lovemaking anew. I supposed someone watching it might think it erotic but for us, it was just love in physical form. She came and I followed shortly after and as we lay together catching our breath, we held hands and traced lazy lines over each other’s bodies.
“I want to make love to you outdoors!” she said. “Greg and I did that one time. We rented a cabin up North and went skinny dipping and then we made love in the grass. It was magical!”
“Any particular place outdoors?” I asked.
“Well, it would have to be very private, and it should be someplace comfortable, maybe in a field or beside a lake or maybe even in the snow!”
That doesn’t sound very comfortable!” I laughed.
“It could be if we had like blankets and stuff! Imagine, fresh snow, a roaring fire, you and me and a few blankets and your stiff long cock sliding into my wet pussy! It could be amazing!” She reached for me again, “Oohh, you’re sticky!”
“I expect we both are!” I laughed. “It shocked me the first time I heard you talk dirty like that.”
“I told you, I’m not the sweet, innocent girl you thought I was! I can that girl but I can be nasty too when it suits me!” She kissed me, “Sometimes, when we were really going at it heavy and our fantasies were running wild, Greg would call me names and it made me so wet!”
“What kinds of names?” I asked. I was really out of my depth here.
“You know, stuff like I was his slut and his little whore and I was the best cocksucker in the world, stuff like that!” she regripped my cock as it hardened in her hand.
“Do you want me to call you names like that?” I asked.
“If you want to, I wouldn’t mind. It’s just roleplaying, I don’t believe you would ever mean those things!” she said.
“Well, you are a pretty good cocksucker!” I said.
She looked up at me, “You say the sweetest things!” We started kissing and soon I was ready for round four.
This was not a soft and gentle thing like our last coupling. This was animal lust as we pawed at each other ignoring the mess we had made of each other earlier. “I want to fuck your ass!” I growled. And she rolled onto her stomach and presented it to me. I picked up the lube that I had conveniently set on the nightstand earlier and slathered my cock and the crease of her butt. We’d only ever done that once before but she said that she and Greg did it pretty regularly. I went slowly the first time we did it because I was, in her words, a monster compared to my brother, but this time I pushed myself all the way into her in a single stroke!
“Fuck!” she grunted as I entered her. I couldn’t see the grimace on her face but I knew it had to be there. I wanted to stop and ask her if she was okay but for the first time since we’d been together, I put my own wants above hers. I held myself inside her for a few moments and then started fucking her perfect, round backside with long fast strokes. “Yes Baby, Fuck my ass!” she grunted as I pushed into her forcefully. I grabbed her hips and pulled her back into me as I drove forward. “THAT’S IT! USE MY ASS AS YOUR FUCK TOY!” she screamed I felt her fingertips against my balls as he reached down and started playing with her clit, occasionally sliding a finger or three inside herself.
“You like that my darling slut? You like my big hard cock pounding into your tight ass?”
“I LOVE IT!” she screamed. She wasn’t usually a screamer but on this night she wasn’t holding anything back. Our bodies slapped together and with each slap, she screamed, “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!”
Even though I’d already cum three times that night, I didn’t last long. I drove into her and my cum spurted out, flooding her bum and driving her over the edge of the abyss. Long loud sounds came from her very core as she came and I felt her ass contract with each spasm, squeezing me tighter than I ever imagine. The volume of her screams and moans was most impressive as well, her full-throated screams filled the room and likely most of the rest of the rooms near us as well. I didn’t care, my wife was having an incredible orgasm and I wanted her to tell the world about it.
Completely spent, I flopped beside her and drew her in for a tight hug. She was still moaning and mewling as the last vestiges of pleasure faded from her. “Did I hurt you?” I whispered and she turned to me and smiled.
“You were perfect!” she whispered. “Just perfect!” She rolled over and laid her head on my chest. “I can feel your cum leaking out and running down over my ass!”
“Would you like me to clean you up?” I asked.
“Only if you want to,” she said softly. “Only if you want to.”
“I want to!” I said and I rolled her onto her back moved down to lift her knees and got between her thighs to lick her clean. Her wet and gaping pussy was irresistible so I cleaned that up as well, benign her to another writhing, twisting, filling her fists with the bedsheet, squirting, spurting orgasm in the bargain.
We went to the washroom to clean up a little and climbed back under the covers. “That was fun!” she giggled.
“It was,” I agreed.
“Promise me something,” she said.
“Anything,” I replied.
“Every once in a while, venture out of your comfort zone like you just did. If we can both do that, in addition to the amazing family life we’re going to have, we could have an even better sex life!”
“I promise, but it won’t be easy. I almost stopped after I got inside you because I thought I was hurting you!”
“I promise I’ll tell you if you’re hurting me. Besides sometimes achieving pleasure is worth a little pain! It certainly was tonight!”
“I’ll try to keep that in mind!” I said. “I love you, Amy!”
“I love you more!” she replied.
“Not possible!” I said.
The next morning we fucked in the shower, which is harder than the videos make it look. Afterward, as we dressed, we made a promise that one night a month we would have a date night for just the two of us and on that night we would try one new thing or at least decide what new thing we would try next if it wasn’t possible to do with just the two of us.
We’d packed our bags for our honeymoon away but before we set out for the airport, we stopped by my parent’s place to see the kids one more time before we left. Goodbyes were hard but we dragged ourselves away and made our flight with not too many minutes to spare.
When we arrived at the resort, we went immediately to our room and got changed into our swimwear to go to the pool and catch some rays. We were a little surprised to see a number of guests, male and female wandering about partially or fully undressed. We found lounge chairs and soon realized that when the resort said adults only, they didn’t just mean no kids. Add to that, everyone there, with a few exceptions, was young, very fit and very beautiful!
“I’m not sure we’re in the right place for us,” I said nervously. “If I’d known it was this kind of resort, I wouldn’t have booked it!”
“Are you kidding? This is perfect!” Amy said, a little more loudly than I would have liked. “I’ve always wanted to come to a place like this! Imagine the fantasies we can strike off our bucket list!” She watched over her sunglasses as a shapely young woman walked along the deck on the other side of the pool, topless and wearing only a G-string bottom. “Her for example!”
“She is very pretty,” I conceded.
“George, dear, she is not pretty, she is smoking fucking hot! And those tits! It’s like they’re defying gravity!”
“They’re fake,” I said.
“I don’t fucking care!” she replied. “I wish I had tits like that!”
“Your tits are perfect, Sweetheart!” I said.
“God I’m so fucking wet!” she exclaimed. I was starting to get the feeling that I had chosen poorly when I picked this place for our honeymoon. I heard a rustling noise and when I looked over, I saw Amy rubbing sunscreen into her bare breasts. She looked at me, “What? When in Rome!” she laid back down and watched the people through her sunglasses. “We are going to talk about some stuff tonight!”
An hour in the sun on our first day was probably enough. She collected her bikini top and the sheer coverup she had worn out to the pool and stuffed them into her beach bag. As we walked back inside, she took my hand as I glanced nervously around. We got many approving looks as we walked, from both men and women. I hated that my cock was stirring in my shorts at all the raw sexuality that was on display, especially when a woman walked by, lowered her sunglasses and brazenly stared at the tent I was making. She looked at me, raised her eyebrows, and winked before pushing her sunglasses back up.
“Did you see that? She totally checked you out!” Amy whispered loudly. I just squeezed her hand and we returned to our room.
She went for a shower and she invited me to join her. “Amy, I’m not comfortable with you walking around topless,” I said.
“I’m sorry, I should have asked. It won’t happen again,” she replied. She put her arms around my neck and kissed me. “You have to admit though, you did get a little turned on!” I admitted that I did. “You see, this is what I was talking about when I mentioned getting out of our comfort zones! This could be an opportunity to see where the boundaries are!”
“Amy, Sweetheart, we talked about this! Remember what I said, if we get into a situation and you ask me to do something that I’m not comfortable with, I might not be able to say no!” I kissed her, “Imagine we’re in one of those hot tubs and there’s a cute couple in there with us. We’re getting friendly and the drinks are going down easy. And then the guy that’s there, looks at you like he wants to kiss you and you want him to do it. If I saw you in that situation and believed that you wanted to kiss him, I would probably say yes! And then kissing would turn to groping and before you know it he’s fucking you and you’re fucking him! That’s my biggest fear, that I wouldn’t be able to stop it! They call it a comfort zone for a reason, you know!”
“I know and I’m sorry I let my libido get in front of me!” We kissed again and my cock stirred against her thigh. “Feels like your libido is getting ahead of you too!” She reached down and stroked me but I stopped her.
“Amy listen. I have spent my entire life hoping that somehow, some day you would find me attractive enough and desirable enough to want to be with me. And now that I have you, I don’t know if I could bear to share you. I’m sorry if that’s not what you want to hear but it’s how I feel!”
“I hear you, Sweetie, honestly I do. And I’m not going to say I’m not disappointed because I am. But, I will try my very best not to let us get into any situations that might make you uncomfortable. If we do you have to promise me you tell me so we can get out of it before we’re in too deep to stop. Okay?”
“Okay!” I smiled. “Maybe we need a code word?”
“That’s a good idea,” she agreed. “How about this, if either of us is uncomfortable, we say that we’re not feeling well and need to lie down. Would that work?”
“I think so, I just have a feeling that I’m not going to be feeling very well for most of the trip.”
“Poor, Baby! Let Amy kiss it and make it all better!” She sank to her knees and took me into her mouth.
We went to dinner but weren’t able to get a table to ourselves so we ended up sitting with a couple about our age and a couple who looked to be about ten years older. We introduced ourselves and made idle chatter as we ate.
“So what made you decide to come to this resort?” the older lady asked.
“It’s a little embarrassing,” I said. “We’re on our honeymoon, we just got married on Saturday, and I booked the resort thinking it would be one that just had no kids. I wasn’t expecting it to be more risqué than that.”
“Congratulations!” the woman said and the others echoed her sentiment. “I remember my first time here, I was mortified! I almost packed my bags and went home! But my husband convinced me to stay and we had a lovely time. We didn’t engage in any funny business with any other people, we just enjoyed the sun and the atmosphere and had a lot of sex!” She laughed raucously. “I’m sorry but I don’t have much of a filter when I’m here!”
“So this isn’t your first time here?” asked Amy.
“This is what, our fifth?” she asked her husband. He nodded.
“Did you ever feel pressure to participate?” I asked. “You know, with other people?”
“At first, we did somewhat. You know trying to fit in but we decided to just watch listen and learn!” She poked her husband. “Tell me, does your suite have a hot tub on the balcony?” I said that it did. “Just have a soak after midnight tonight, you’ll see exactly what I mean!”
Amy squeezed my hand and leaned over, “I think that is an excellent idea!” She looked at the other couple. “What’s your story?” she asked.
The young woman looked at her partner and he nodded. “We’re married, but not to each other. We met at another resort a few years ago and we made a connection. So every year, I go away with him for a week and my husband goes away with his wife! Then we go home and carry on with our normal lives!”
“You make it sound simple,” I said.
“It is. What you have to understand is that what goes on here is just sex, no commitment, no bullshit, just sex for the pure fun of it.” She held her partner’s hand, “I’m not suggesting it doesn’t have any emotional attachment to it, for me, sex is all about emotion. But if you can see it for what it is, it can be amazing!”
“Yeah, not sure I can do that,” I said.
“Me neither,” Amy agreed. “I mean this is exciting to think about but to actually do it? I don’t know.”
“Well, I say if you’re not both comfortable doing something, you shouldn’t do it.” The older lady said and I agreed.
We sipped our drinks and the man of the younger couple said, “You guys want to hang out for a while? I can see you’re not really into all this and I promise we have no bad intentions, let’s just hang out and talk.”
Amy and I looked at each other and she nodded. “Sure,” I said.
We wished our other table-mates a good evening and got up to move to one of the bar areas around the pool. “I’m Greg, this is Kelly.” They extended their hands and we shook them.
“Greg was my husband’s name,” Amy said and they looked confused. “My first husband, he was killed overseas.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Kelly said. “It must have been awful.”
“It was,” Amy told her. “But this wonderful man saved my life!” she said brightly.
“Did you have any children?” the man asked.
“Two,” she replied getting out her phone and showing them a picture of them at our wedding.
“Oh my God, they are adorable!” Kelly gushed. “Your daughter looks exactly like you and your son, he looks exactly like…” She hesitated and I finished her sentence.
“Yes, he looks exactly like me. You see, Amy’s husband was my twin brother. We were identical twins so George Junior looks exactly like me.” Together we told them the story and by the end of it, Kelly was crying and holding Amy’s hand.
“That is the most romantic thing I have ever heard!” she gushed as she dried her eyes with a napkin. “Such a beautiful love story!” She looked at her partner, “Excuse me, I have to go to fix my face!”
‘I’ll go with you!” Amy said and the two women left the table.
“So you gave up your career to go back home and help your brother’s wife, you fell in love with her and now you’re married? That sounds like one of those Hallmark movies!”
“Actually, I’ve loved her since high school, it just took like ten years for her to catch up. Now do you understand why I can’t bear to share her? Yes it would be hot and the sex would probably be amazing but I waited for her for so long I can’t bear the thought of that.”
“I get it, man, I really do. The first time Kelly and I went away together and my wife went away with her husband, who is a great guy by the way, I was afraid that she wouldn’t come back to me. But consider this, if you just happened to be with someone else, do you think there is any scenario where you don’t go back to her?”
“Hypothetically, no, I don’t.”
“Now reverse the situation. Do you think there is any scenario where she doesn’t come back to you?”
“No,” I acknowledged. “I think she would come back to me every time.”
“Sandra, that’s my wife’s name, and I struggled with infidelity for the first few years we were together. We both cheated but we always went back home. Now, when we’re with other people, our reunions are amazing and I can honestly say we are closer now than we have ever been! Kelly doesn’t know it yet, but this is our last trip together. Sandra and I want to start a family and we’ve agreed that once we do, we will stop living the lifestyle for good.”
“I never thought of it that way!” I said. I raised my glass to him, “Thanks, Greg!”
“What are you two toasting to?” Amy asked as she and Kelly sat down.
“Greg was just giving me his perspective on life,” I said. “He makes a lot of sense!”
~ ~ ~
Once Kelly got her makeup fixed and Amy did her business, Amy spoke, “I don’t know if you caught the vibe but I’m a little more into the idea of getting the full experience from this vacation than my husband is, if you know what I mean.”
“I know exactly what you mean, Amy!” she said.
“So I’m wondering if maybe you can help me in that regard,” Amy said.
“What did you have in mind?”
Amy explained for a few minutes and Kelly agreed. “Amy?” she asked.
“Yes?”
“May I kiss you?”
“Oh God, YES!” Amy gushed and she had her first kiss with a woman. “You are a very good kisser!”
“You’re not so bad yourself!” Kelly said. She took Amy’s hand and they walked back to the table together.
~ ~ ~
“One more before we head back?” Amy asked me.
“I was kinda thinking we’d check out that hot tub on our balcony,” I replied.
”Just one more, Sweetie, I’m having a good time!” she pleaded.
“Far be it from me to stand in the way of a good time!” I said. I caught Amy and Kelly exchanging a wink. “I saw that! You two are up to no good!”
Kelly feigned surprise, “I have no idea what you mean, Sir!”
“Sure you don’t!” I waved a server over and we ordered another round. He returned in a few minutes and laid a folded note in front of me before he set down the drinks.
“From the couple over by the bar,” he said.
I looked over to see a couple, about our age waving. I opened it and read, “We noticed you earlier and were wondering if you’d like to meet later tonight or tomorrow. You look like you’d be a lot of fun!”
“I look like I’d be fun?” I asked Amy. She laughed and I just shook my head.
“Does that happen often?” I asked Greg and Kelly.
“All the time, it’s one of the ways that people show they’re interested in hooking up,” Kelly said.
“I suppose the direct method has its merits,” I said.
“Excuse me.” I got up and walked over to them, thanking them for their interest and told them we were on our honeymoon and were not looking to hook up with anyone just yet. I returned to our table and sat down.
We sipped for a few minutes and suddenly I felt this tension in the air like everyone wanted to say something but no one wanted to make the first move.
“So how was your wedding?” Kelly asked. Amy explained it and I added a few observations of my own. They laughed so hard when Amy told them about me kissing her mom, they almost spilled their drinks.
“Sounds like it went really well, then,” Greg said.
“It was perfect,” Amy told them. “Absolutely perfect!”
“That’s all any girl wants, isn’t it?” Kelly said.
“I know I couldn’t ask for anything more,” I said. Amy agreed as she slipped her hand in mine.
“Let’s go check out that hot tub!” she whispered.
“We’re gonna head back,” I said to Greg and Kelly. “I enjoyed meeting you both, enjoy your stay, you have given us a lot of helpful information.”
“Yes, you have!” Amy agreed. “If you see us around later in the week, flag us down! Next round is on us!”
“Count on it!” Greg said and he extended his hand to me. I shook it and he looked at Amy.
“You’re not getting away with a handshake, buddy!” she said and she hugged him. At the same time, Kelly hugged me and then the two women looked at each other and winked. The next thing I knew, her lips were on mine and Amy’s were on Greg’s. It was a brief kiss but there was fire behind it. Then the two women hugged and Amy looked at me. I nodded and she kissed Kelly. That kiss was less brief and it exuded a sensuality that surprised me a little. Amy wiped one finger along the edge of her bottom lip and sucked on the tip of it. Then she took my hand and led me away.
“What was that?” I asked.
“What? It was just a kiss! Call it an experiment!”
“Amy, did we not say that we would talk about these things before we do anything?” I asked.
“Yes, we did, George but it was just a kiss! Kelly asked me if you were a good kisser and I told her you were the best kisser I know! Then she suggested that she kiss you while I kiss Greg. I didn’t see the harm in it so I agreed. What was I supposed to do, ask you if it was okay to kiss him or if it was okay if she kissed you?”
“And what about you and her kissing?” I asked.
“I’ve always heard that women were better kissers than men and I wanted to find out for myself! Excuse me for being a little adventurous!” She stopped and looked at me. “George, listen to me. I know what you’re afraid of but I promise you, no matter what else ever happens I will always come back to you! Always!” She kissed me to seal that promise. “Whether we get together with other people or we don’t that will never change!”
“I’m sorry, I just got a little freaked out,” I said, a little ashamed of myself. “I believe you and I trust that you would never cross any lines. I kissed her softly and we continued walking.
We got back to our room and stripped off before getting into the hot tub. I got a couple of wine coolers and we settled in. Before long we could hear the sounds of passion from the balconies around us.
“You said that Greg gave you some perspective about something. What exactly?” she asked.
“He told me about him and his wife Sandra and how they both cheated early in their relationship. And then he said the weirdest thing, He said that being with other people actually made them stronger as a couple. It’s about what you said, they realized that no matter who else they were with, they would always go back to each other. I didn’t get it when he said it, but I think I get it now.”
“That actually makes sense,” she agreed. “It’s weird but it makes sense!” She kissed me softly. “If you don’t want to be with other people, I am totally fine with it. You and I will spend a beautiful week together celebrating our life together and listening to our neighbours fuck each other senseless!” She kissed me less softly, “But if you decide that’s something you want to try, I’m all in! I admit, it turned me on kissing Greg knowing you were watching. And it turned me on to see you kiss Kelly. And it really turned me on when she and I kissed, I almost had an orgasm on the spot!”
“Really? I thought I was going to have a heart attack!” I said.
“Baby, I want to know if there’s more out there! I love when you love me and I love how you love me! But I have to know where the limit is! I wish you could understand!”
“I wish that too!” I replied. “But we can’t rush into this. You know me, I like to play the long game!”
“Do you ever!” she whispered. “And I will wait until the end of time if I have to!”
We kissed some more and she reached to stroke my erection. “Listening to other people fuck is pretty hot, isn’t it?” she said.
“Maybe that’s how we start, by listening and then maybe watching and then maybe other people watching us,” I said.
“Let’s turn on the neighbours!” she smiled as she sat on my lap and slid herself down my cock.
We were unrestrained as we fucked, first in the hot tub and then on the lounge chair beside it. We moaned and groaned, cursed and swore, and pleaded with each other to go harder and faster. When we came, we each announced it with full-throated fury and when we were finished we got back into the hot tub and kissed.
“Fuck that sounded hot!” we heard a woman’s voice from a nearby balcony which made us chuckle. “How come you never make me cum like that, Jerry?” Wine cooler shot out our noses as we burst out laughing.
We listened for a while longer and then Amy said, “It’s been quite a day!”
“Quite a few days!” I said. “You know, listening to other people do it is fun!”
“It is, isn’t it? Maybe the other stuff is fun too!” she replied.
We got out and dried off, before climbing into bed. “You know, it’s nice to be able to sleep naked again,” she said. “Before we had the kids, I almost never wore anything to bed.”
“I think naked is way hotter than lingerie,” I said. She looked at me with an odd look. “It’s true! I mean I like sexy lingerie but nothing I sexier than a beautiful nude woman!”
“You might be the only man alive who thinks that way!” she said. “That would have been good information to have before I spent over a thousand dollars on bras and panties.!”
“A thousand? Shit, that’s expensive!”
“Am I not worth it?” she asked.
“You are worth a thousand thousand times that!” I said. We cuddled up and soon, I could hear her soft, deep breathing as she fell asleep. I watched her for a while, still amazed that I had finally captured her heart.
We slept in the next morning, I supposed that the events of the weekend took more out of me than I had thought. I eased out of bed trying not to wake Amy but she stirred just as my feet hit the floor. “Morning,” she mumbled.
“Morning, Sweetie,” I said with much more enthusiasm than I felt. I completed my morning routine and brushed my teeth before padding back to bed and climbing back in beside my wife. She rolled out and did much the same, pausing to look out the window and stretch her naked body in full view of anyone who might see her, before climbing back in with me.
She cuddled into me, holding me tightly with her arms and hands and draping her leg over mine. “Mmmm, I love snuggling with you!” she whispered.
“I love doing everything with you!” I said.
“Yes, me too,” she replied. She squeezed me harder. “Watcha wanna do today?”
“I don’t know, maybe, make love to my wife, have some breakfast, make love to my wife, have lunch, hang out by the pool, work on my tan, make love to my wife, have dinner, have a few drinks, maybe meet some new people, make love to my wife once or twice more.”
“That’s a busy day!” she giggled. “You think you’re up for all that?”
“I’m up for the first part right now!” I said as I rolled her onto her back and started kissing her. Once again, moans, groans, sighs and screams filled our room as we brought each other back to the heights of passion and pure sexual pleasure.
We ate breakfast but put the second session of lovemaking in abeyance as we decided instead to go work on our tans. We put on our swimsuits and packed the beach bag with sunscreen and a couple of towels. We found a pair of unoccupied lounge chairs and turned them to face the sun. I watched the other guests from behind my sunglasses and thought about what Greg had said the previous evening and how what Amy said aligned with that. I asked myself if I was being selfish for not wanting to share the one person I had wanted my entire life. “Amy?”
“Yes, Sweetheart?” she mumbled.
“Am I being selfish?”
“I don’t think so,” she replied. “Am I being selfish for wanting to have a little fun?”
“What you’re talking about is more than a little fun,” I said. I looked at her, “You know what, never mind.”
She sat up and took off her sunglasses. “No, George, not never mind. This is how we work this out, we talk about it. Look at us, both wondering if we’re being selfish. Doesn’t that show you that what we have is strong enough to, how did Kelly put it last night, ‘colour outside the lines’?
“That’s an interesting way to look at it,” I said. “So you’re saying the fact that we aren’t sure if we should do it is the reason why we should do it? That doesn’t make sense!”
“No, that’s not what I’m saying,” she said. “I’m saying the fact that we want to do it to make each other happy no matter how uncomfortable it makes us is a reason we should do it. Let’s get outside of our comfort zone just once!”
“But I just got into my comfort zone and it took me a long time to get there!” She reached and held my hand.
“You have nothing to worry about, I promise.” She thought for a minute. “You watch porn, right?”
“We both do, why?”
“Am I as pretty as those girls in the videos?”
“Way prettier. And I’m not married to any of them!”
“This is no different! It would be just like watching porn except instead of it being some woman whose happiness or misery is of no concern to you, it would be your wife whose happiness is your biggest concern!” She moved over and sat in my lap.
“And it would make you happy?” I asked.
“I think it would and I think it would make you happy as well,” she said earnestly. “I know you, George O’Brien, I know what makes you tick. You love fantasizing about sex, and so do I! Let’s make a dream come true today!”
I thought about it for a few moments. Part of me wanted to go through it just so she would stop going on about it. Then I decided that, as it always had been, her happiness was more important than my misery. “Come with me,” I said. I got up and held out my hand. She took it and stood up. We gathered our things and walked in silence back to our room. I ran the soaker tub full of warm water and helped her out of her bikini. She stepped in and sat down in the warm water and I knelt beside the tub and began washing her body.
“Sweetie, what’s going on?” she asked.
“I think it’s time I got out of my comfort zone,” I said.
“Oh really? Do you mean it? You want this?” She was shaking.
“I need to do this to prove to both of us that I can get out of my comfort zone. If it works out, it works out. If it doesn’t we can look back and say we tried with no regrets.”
“Come here you!” she smiled and pulled me into the tub with her, splashing water all over the floor. We giggled and laughed and kissed and I finished washing her before getting her to stand up so I could inspect her body from head to toe.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Think of it as a pre-delivery inspection,” I said. “I need to make sure everything is perfect!”
“You are so corny sometimes!” she giggled. I stood back up and we kissed. “Are you certain?”
“I have to do this, for me as well as you,” I repeated. I helped her out and dried her off. “I think we need to go shopping for a new bikini to show off your beautiful body.”
“I’m shutting up now!” she said. “If I say anything I will fuck this up!”
“That, my darling bride, is my line!” I said. We laughed and kissed.
“George?”
“Yes, Amy.”
“Promise me that if you can’t handle it you’ll stop it.”
“I promise.”
By this time it was lunchtime and I suggested that if we were going to fornicate the afternoon away, we might as well do it on full stomachs. After lunch, we went shopping at the resort shopping area where at my insistence, Amy selected a revealing bikini in a royal blue fabric that would cover little more than her nipples and clit. The colour brought out the brilliant blue of her eyes. Certainly, anyone who saw her in it would know that she’d recently had her pussy waxed. She bought a matching coverup of sheer fabric that suggested modesty but hid nothing.
She picked out a suit for me and insisted that if she was going to wear hers I had to wear mine. It was basically a thong with a pouch on the front. “It may not be big enough!” she teased the clerk as she bagged the items. On our way back to our room, we stopped at a jewellery store where she saw the usual collection plus things that went through more personal areas of the body. “I like the dangly things that go in your belly button!” she said.
“Nothing for your nipples?” I asked. “Maybe a little ring for your clit?”
“George O’Brien! You naughty boy!” she whispered loudly. She grabbed my hand and led me out of there. “Where ever did you get the idea that I would get my nipples or clit pierced?”
“I’ll show you if you like!” We got back to the room and I got out my iPad, tapping it to show a woman with similar features and hair as she did.
“Is this what you use when you pay with yourself, dirty pictures of women who look like me?” she was in full-on tease mode and I loved it!
“Sometimes, but that’s not what I wanted to show you.” I tapped the screen a few more times and a video of a stunning blonde woman came up. She had several tattoos which I didn’t really like but then the camera focused on her breasts. Little gold rings with a small ball at their lowest point pierced each of her nipples and she smiled as she toyed with them. The camera followed her hand as it trailed down to a dangling jewel that hung from her belly button. She teased it with a fingertip and it glittered in the light. The hand moved again and the camera followed it down to her landing strip pubic hair.
Her finger traced the outline until her legs parted and her pussy appeared. There was a pearl of fluid gathered over her clit and she collected it on her fingertip. The camera zoomed out to capture her licking the drop off her finger and then zoomed back in to show her parting her folds with her fingers revealing another small gold ring running through her clit. “That must have hurt!” Amy breathed as she rubbed her pussy.
We watched until the end as the woman masturbated until she came, a stream of clear fluid jetting from her pussy leaving droplets on the camera lens. Only then was there any dialogue, “Is that what you want, Baby? To watch me play with myself?” The video ended and Amy looked at me.
“Holy fuck that was so fucking hot!” she exclaimed. “Do you want to watch me play with myself?”
“I would love to watch you do that!” I mumbled, hardly daring to speak the words.
She smiled and lay back, lifting her hips to pull up her dress and tuck it under her bum. “Get me a towel, I think I might make a mess!” I did as she asked and when I got back to her feet, she had two fingers of her right hand in her pussy and two of her left drawing slow circles around her clit.
She removed her fingers from her clit, “There it is George, my magical little spot, right up there behind my clit. That little spot is what makes me cum so hard!”
“I know exactly where it is!” I breathed.
“I know you do!” she moaned. Her fingers went back on her clit for a while and then she looked at me. “Would you like to watch me fuck myself with my dildo? Or maybe my vibrator? Get them for me, they’re in my little red bag in the suitcase.”
I retrieved them and set the bag on the bed beside her. Opening it, I withdrew the two toys that were in there, holding them up. She took her fingers off her clit and tapped the dildo, “Clean it for me?” she asked and again I left her to do as she asked.
I brought it back and handed it to her. She pursed her lips in a kiss and took it from me, bringing it to her lips to kiss the end of it and licking the tip of it with her tongue. Then she trailed it down her body until the tip of it was level with her clit. She slid its shaft along her slit to lubricate it before pointing it at herself and settling the tip between her folds. She licked her lips and her eyes locked on mine as she put the tips of two fingers against the blunt end and pushed it inside herself.
Her eyes closed and she moaned as it filled her, stretching her opening to accommodate it. With her right hand, she slid it slowly in and out when her pointer finger on her left traced the outline of the union of the toy and her pussy. I watched intently as the flesh extended as she drew it out, almost unwilling to let a single centimetre of it escape her body.
Her hand increased the pace and she rubbed her clit in time with the thrusts. Her breath quickened and I could see the flush in her chest, the blood near the surface above and between her breasts turning her skin pink. It wouldn’t be long now!
She muttered curses under her breath between the moans and sighs as she fucked herself. I was certain that by this point she neither knew nor cared that I was even in the room, her entire being was focused on the six thick inches of silicone cock pummelling her cunt.
Suddenly the toy flew out and she squealed as a jet of fluid shot out of her, over her thighs to land on the floor beyond the end of the bed. She plunged the toy back into her now sopping wet hole for a few frantic strokes before pulling it out again to leave room for the second squirt, this one coating her thighs and soaking the towel beneath her bum. Twice more she plunged the toy inside herself, pummelling her pussy for a few strokes and pulling it out quickly to squirt her orgasm over her thighs. The last squirt was more a gush really, running out of her pussy and down over the cheeks of her round ass and onto the towel which had served its intended purpose.
Her entire body heaved as she removed the toy and set it beside her on the bed. Her breathing was ragged as her hands played slowly through her pussy lips before coming up to lick her fingers clean. Only then did she open her eyes and smile at me.
“That was one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen!” I breathed.
“It was beautiful wasn’t it?” she whispered. “I don’t do that much anymore now that I have you.”
“I think we should add that to our lovemaking,” I said. “I could watch you do that all day!”
“And I will let you watch me,” she promised. I bent down to kiss her. “I need another bath!” We laughed as I turned to fill the soaker tub again. This time I joined her and held her as she recovered. “Can I tell you something?”
“Of course, anything,” I said.
“Sometimes when I play with myself, I think of Greg,” she said.
“I don’t mind,” I said. “I know you miss him and you’ve told me how good a lover he was. It’s good that you remember him, even in that way.”
“I think so,” she said. She took the cloth and washed herself, removing all traces of her cum. Then she turned and moved her hand to my cock.
“No, let’s leave that for now,” I said. She looked at me, her face a question. “I want you to, heaven knows I do but the daylight is wasting and I want to get out there.”
“You say so,” she said as she leaned forward and kissed me.
We got out, dried each other and got dressed, if putting on the scraps that were our new swimsuits could be called clothes. “I’m almost fucking naked here!” she complained.
“Is that not the point?” I asked. “If you want to catch big fish, you have to have the proper bait!”
“Is that what I am now, bait? She teased.
“Anyone who dresses in revealing clothes and hopes to attract another person is using themselves as bait,” I said. She pondered that for a moment.
“So when my mother gets all dressed up to go to church, she is putting herself out there as bait?”
“No, she’s not trying to attract anyone, she’s just showing off!” I said. She laughed at that while nodding her agreement. She picked up the matching coverup and picked up our beach bag. “Shall we?”
