4 comments/ 91707 views/ 16 favorites Moree's Awakening By: PhilCanyon This is a story I originally posted prematurely. Something wasn't right about it and the readers of Literotica responded accordingly. Thankfully, Pepe Leon offered to collaborate on the story and this is the result. We both hope you enjoy it! * "Darling......" Moree said. Peter didn't hear his young wife. He was staring straight ahead; his eyes glossed over as if he were not even there. His mind was filled with the image of Moree on their wedding night. After making him wait in the bathroom she had spread a handful of red rose petals across the bed. "Red roses show love," she whispered as she posed herself in her wedding dress on top of the petals before calling him into the room. Peter remembered that night as if it were yesterday. He anxiously opened the door to find her lying on her side by the pillows; her head resting in her hand with a 'come hither' look in her eyes. He remembers the enthusiasm in her eyes; so bright and full of life. He remembers how her wedding gown fit to her every curve and he remembers how nervous she was as he unzipped the back, watched her wiggle it off her hips and excitedly step out of it dressed only in stockings and heels. "Peter...." Moree said softly once more. He kept staring straight ahead, not hearing her call. Peter was deep in thought. He had looked forward to this vacation for a long time. Here, so far from home, he could guide Moree through her sexual education. Here, she could discard the sexual constraints she held so tightly back home. Here, so far from home, he could guide her with a strong hand in a voyage of sexual discovery. For Moree, it was a voyage she knew was inevitable. It was a voyage she was prepared for and excited to undertake. Still, she was apprehensive and she needed Peter's guidance if she was to fulfill her repressed sexual desires. It had been very late in the day when they'd pulled into the Costa Maya resort. The drive from the airport had taken them through the ancient land of the Maya and Aztec, down the coastal highway past ancient ruins silhouetted against the ocean, and jungle clearings filled with crops; and long stretches of surf, black water lagoons and the beautiful blue-green waters of the lower Caribbean Sea pounding the chalky sand; until they thought they might be nearing the end of civilization. The resort was at the end of a long stretch of ever shrinking jungle road, isolated on a small peninsula jutting into the sea. After checking in, they were led beyond the crowded lobby; past the entrance to the pool lined with white lounge chairs. With tall palms blocking the last of the sun's rays they were led down a pebble strewn trail lined with shrubs pushing their branches into the path looking for nourishing sunlight; a path which eventually opened up onto a white beach; and with each step down the path they felt the weight of their everyday lives retreating behind them. Their bungalow perched above the sand on strong pillars that supported the square structure with a green metal roof and wide windows letting the gentle trade winds blow through unless the slatted covers were shut. Four wooden steps led onto a patio lined with deck chairs stretching across the front of the bungalow, and a large sliding glass door opened up into one large room furnished with everything needed for a bungalow at the edge of civilization. "You'll experience wonderful things on this vacation, Moree." Peter had told her as he closed the door on the well-tipped bellhop. Moree grinned the grin that tells Peter she trusts him and is ready to learn. Less than an hour after arriving they were already in the hot tub and talking about their upcoming evening. Peter had asked Moree to wear the skimpy white dress he'd bought her to the resort's dance club that night. She dropped her chin, and shyly nodded her head. "You will be shown off tonight," He casually told her as he pulled himself out of the tub. Moree understood his message. She always did, and she was determined to make him proud of her. Peter was all alone in his thoughts as he watched Moree get ready for the evening. She is so beautiful and precious, he said to himself as she bathed. His mind held the image of how he would present her to the men he would select in the nightclub. Everything had to be done perfectly if she was to learn a proper lesson. Moree had tried three times to get his attention. She knew he was thinking about the evening that lay ahead. "He's such a strong willed man," she told herself as she dried herself off. "Peter," she said softly for a fourth time, as she wrapped herself in the soft white towel. Her voice woke him from his trance. "Yes?" he said as the image in his mind evaporated. "I'll... I'll do anything you ask. I'll flirt for you. If that's what you want. It's what I want to. " Moree said, acting nonchalant as she painted her toes so she could cover her own excitement at saying such a thing. Peter's face lit up. A big smile curled across his face. "You will enjoy tonight more than you know," he replied and began into a long conversation with Moree about how and when and with what kind of men they were going to do this "flirting thing". It feels so good to please him, she thought as she looked at the excitement on his face and she promised herself she'd never deny him. "How far do I go?" She asked timidly. "I'll be there with you, Moree. Follow my lead. I'll let you know if you are going too far," he replied. "Peter, I'm afraid I won't be able to stop," she added. "I'm afraid of what might happen." "Baby, I love you. Don't worry," Peter replied. As they talked, Moree brushed her hair and applied her lotion and meticulously put on her makeup. Knowing how much Peter enjoyed watching her dress, she did it slowly, teasing her husband by asking him to help. Peter readily agreed, helping her roll up her stockings and fastening her strappy high heels behind her ankle. "It's a beautiful dress," she said, and he agreed. He'd looked forward to this night for a long time and now it was about to happen. He'd long known his young bride was a closet exhibitionist. He had caught her more than once when they were out partying, slowly crossing her legs in a short dress as men looked on. He knew she enjoyed showing herself to men and he was certain she'd enjoy letting herself go and openly flirting. Especially, when she was on vacation and thousands of miles from home. After Moree finished dressing they found their way down the tiled path leading to the main resort tower. As they walked, Moree noticed several men turning their heads to see her in the skimpy dress, stockings and heels and as she looked at them from the corner of her eye she felt embarrassed that her dress was so risqué'. Along with her embarrassment, she felt proud and enjoyed their attention and she felt safe as long as she was with Peter. She stayed close to her husband as they walked but she couldn't help but swing her hips the way a woman looking for fun with a man swings them, and her white dress flared off her legs with each step. She felt more comfortable inside the club. A band was playing Latin Swing. It was dark and smoky. Couples and singles were mixing and having fun. Peter gave a healthy tip to the first waiter he found, They were seated in a booth close to the dance floor and started to drink Vodka with orange juice and having some tapas. They enjoyed a drink together and they mixed with the crowd, and Peter got to know a few of the single men in the bar. They were all so easy to talk with and all of them enjoyed being close to such a beautiful and enchanting piece of sweet candy, Moree. It didn't take him long to befriend the bartender and waiters. His new friends, along with the waiter kept their glasses full. Soon Moree was a bit tipsy and Peter took advantage. If you asked her, Moree would tell you that the alcohol wasn't necessary because she was really tipsy with the idea of being submissive to Peter and the feelings of love she had for him. One of his new friends, a little dumpy and slimy kind of guy, sat down with them, admiring the beautiful girl his new found friend had brought to the place. He sat there staring at her and her white skirt riding up her leg and talking with Peter and Moree. Between the chit-chat, Peter was kissing her on the lips and touching her everyplace he could reach without taking any care at all to conceal it from the people around them. In fact, he loved that everyone was staring at his pretty wife being submissive to his advances. With his right hand, from behind her waist Peter reached and caressed her right breast inside the halter of the dress and grabbed her left tit with his left hand outside her dress. Peter was very happy showing his dominance and how submissive his sweet wife was by his side. His new friend was licking his lips and getting really horny seeing Moree touched and kissed in such a way and his voice trembled when he tried to say anything to her. Peter went to the bathroom and when he returned he stopped at the bar to watch his wife alone with the dumpy, slimy man. He looked across the room, got her attention and gave her a "yes" signal. Then, Peter ordered a drink and sat back to enjoy watching his splendid young sex-toy wife, flirting with the man who would never stand a chance of having such a beautiful woman for himself. At the same time, Peter felt somehow ashamed, knowing the deep and dark desires of the suitor sitting with her. She was seated where he had left her and her skirt had rode up her thighs just far enough to show off the edge of her white panties, her legs were open and Peter knew she was only pretending not to know that she was showing everybody her white silk covered pussy. As he watched, he thought of how she was an exhibitionist deep inside and really loved to show off herself to men and he thought that most beautiful women are, but repress it. And, he thought of how tonight showed that all he had to do was draw her away from her moral convictions; She used to sing with the church's choir and helped the priest with church's activities. "All I had to do was to feed her some alcohol," He said to himself as he finished a vodka. Soon she'll be my slut all the time, he thought. As he watched her, he became convinced he'd make her conscious and proud of her own body, sex and power, but at the same time keep her under his protection. "She knows she is my pet, she knows she belongs to me," he whispered. Peter made his way back to the booth. "She has pleased me on everything I've asked" he told his new friend, knowing it would tease him. "She loves to be used by me, driven to act out all of her perverted feelings and having her conventions crushed." Just to tease him further, to make him hornier and suffer a little more, Peter winked at him "watch this" and pointed at her short skirt, put his hand on her left knee and separated her legs for him to see her soaked panty. Peter slowly slid his hand along the inner part of Moree's thigh inside her legs to her pussy. He showed his friend his fingers running slowly along her slit and the way she immediately abandoned herself, closed her eyes, sighed and gave him a long sensual open mouth French kiss. He kept on doing this for almost half a minute and she didn't object at all. Moree was happy being used by her husband as his personal slut, enjoying being a sex-toy for him by showing her off. She was proud of herself for being able to be this way for him. Peter tired of his tease, and dismissed his new friend saying he had seen enough. Now, Moree had to go to the bathroom, and after she left, Peter joined in a conversation with the men at the booth beside his while waiting for her to come back. They were really turned on and excited over the show he was putting on for them with this sweet foxy wife. They said they would gangbang her right there if they had a chance, but he told them she was his toy and, "You only catch what I give you, no more, no less. Am I giving you a great show with my girl?" Their answer was obviously "Yes". When she came back she stood by his side. Peter put his arm around her waist as he chatted with the men beside them and the waiters that came and went, taking care to keep her glass full. He continuously and slowly caressed her right side from her thighs to the side of her breast, up and down, from the neck to her buttocks and then again to her side, taking time to pinch the side of her breast on each trip. He used the pauses between conversations to kiss her tenderly. He moved her back and forth, one side to other like the submissive doll she was. Kissing her cheeks, ears and neck, and caressing her continuously, tenderly and slowly; getting her warmer and warmer... She could feel Peter's hard-on against her hips, thighs and buttocks while she watched and listened, smiled and giggled with sleepy sensual eyes to their new friends as they joked and praised her. She looked so helpless to them. Peter thought of how he would love to offer her to them to fuck right there, but it wasn't yet the right moment to offer the most beautiful woman in the club to these men. He smoothly caressed her thigh down the helm of her short skirt and pulled it up along her leg until he was showing off her panty covered crotch to his new friends and the few people passing by. He kept mauling and grabbing her leg and raised his hand up to feel the flesh under the edge of her panties and she just sighed softly. He put his hand on her back and went down inside her panties, gripped her cheeks and slid his finger along the crack of her ass until he could touch the circular ring of her asshole. In Moree's dizzied state she seemed not to notice what was happening, but did. She was enjoying the way her husband was showing her off. She knew she was the object of the dark desires of all of these men surrounded her, but at the same time she felt protected by him; just enjoying being submissive, being his prey, his slave, his sex toy. Peter could make her do whatever he wanted in that moment. He decided he'd have her dance with his new friends. He didn't have to offer twice. The shorter of the two men took her to the dance floor. He was very respectful, still not sure how far he could go, and brought her back to Peter unscathed. Next, the tall athletic looking one asked if he could have the next one. Peter gave her a nod of his head, signaling that she should say yes. "I..." she tilted her head down shyly. "I would love to," she answered. When her handsome suitor grabbed her hand a thrill sped through her body. "I'm going to have so much fun tonight," she said to herself and almost skipped her way to the dance floor. The man impressed her with the way he handled her. He held her tightly with one hand resting on her hip and pulled her into his muscled body. Her pelvic bone pushed against the top of his muscled thigh and before the song was over he pushed the knob of his erection against her abdomen. Moree gasped as she felt it through the thin fabric of her outfit. Moree was afraid to make eye contact because she knew what would happen. She paused, and then looked up. He pressed his lips to hers and gently kissed her. Her mind raced with excitement and anticipation of what was to come. After the song finished, his friend took his place with her. He was much more emboldened this time. His style was rough and his hands took more liberties, finding their way under her dress to play with the hem of her panties and squeeze her ass. She wondered what Peter was able to see and thought about stopping him. But, she left his hand alone, choosing to let herself go and enjoy the attention. By the time the second dance was done, Moree was ready for a drink so she led both men to her and Peter's booth. Peter's cock was hard as a rock as he watched them dance with his wife. He saw everything, including the second man's hand go up her dress and the look of concern it caused on her face. And, he knew she was eager to play when he saw her face with a hint of lust as the man's hand lingered. Peter got up as Moree and her two suitors approached the booth. "After you," he motioned to them, creating a situation where Moree was expected to squeeze in between the two men. Moree gave him a quick, quizzical look. "So you can chat with our new friends," Peter replied, quite pleased with the success of his plan. Moree knew what Peter expected of her and played along with his game. As she scooted across the cushioned booth she let her dress pull up her legs, revealing the tops of her stockings. The two men noticed, looked at each other and then looked up at Peter as they tried to figure out what the game was. "Her legs look great in stockings. Don't they?" Peter said. "She's a hot looking wife for sure, dude." The big one replied and placed his hand on her knee. Both men turned their attention back to Moree. She hesitated only briefly as she looked toward her husband and raised her drink to him, before letting herself return their sexy conversation. Peter sat on the edge of the booth watching their two new friends with his wife. They were quite a team, each playing off the other's comments. They charmed Moree with their quick wit and good looks. And, both were both handsome and athletic; just the kind of men Moree found most attractive. Peter motioned to the waitress for a round of drinks and lit up a smoke. As he enjoyed his cigarette and vodka he thought of how good it felt to have such a desirable wife. Moree was a beautiful brunette with a very shapely figure. She was easily the most attractive woman in the club. "She'll be a fine submissive slut wife," he said proudly to himself; fully enjoying the scene unfolding in front of him. Both men were running their hands up her legs and each pass up went further than before. Moree enjoyed acting slutty for Peter. But, she was still nervous about going too far. She crossed and re-crossed her legs, trying to slow the advance of her suitor's hands up her leg. She was having no success. The two men sensed they had a green light from Peter and wouldn't let up, finally reaching her panty. When Moree felt a finger touch the sensitive skin where her upper thigh meets her crotch she shuddered with arousal and instinctively opened her legs. Initially, her knees parted only slightly. But the larger man seized the opportunity by sliding his big hand between her knees and pulled. Moree resisted the tug on her legs. She wanted her legs opened up and her panties exposed like a slut. But, she was concerned how she would look to Peter and the people in the club. "Will the table hide me?" she wondered. "Can anyone see?" she asked herself, hoping she was hidden from prying eyes but knowing it was not likely. Peter pursed his lips together and exhaled a thin, solid stream of smoke into the air above the table as he watched his beautiful wife give in to her lust. She caught Peter's eye, then sighed and let the big man pull her leg up and place it over his knee. The other one slid his hand up her exposed flesh and onto her panty covered pussy. Moree gasped when he pushed her panty in between her labia with his fingers and massaged her clit. She involuntarily threw her head back in lust. "I have to stop," she said to herself while fighting back a moan. The smaller man looked up at Peter. "She's a hot ass slut," he said. "She's fucking hot." "I can't believe what I'm doing," she told herself. Her fingernails dug into each man's leg as she fought a losing battle with her lust. She looked down to see her panties sopping wet and each man fingering her. "Oh, my god," she whispered out loud. She couldn't believe she was sitting in a club full of people, her legs opened up and her dress pulled to her waist. Two men she hardly knew were fondling her in front of her husband and she couldn't bring herself to stop them. Moree's Awakening The big man grabbed her wrist and moved her hand onto his crotch. Moree offered no protest. As her fingers touched him, she gasped at the size of his erection and let the tips of her fingers dance off the ridges as they moved up and down its length. The other man followed his friend's lead, grabbing her other hand and shoving it between his legs. Peter sipped his vodka and watched his wife fondle each man's cock through their pants. Her fingers stroked up and down on the erections. He smiled as the smaller of the two upped the ante by pulling her dress away from her boob and caressing it in front of him. Moree let her head fall back and took turns tilting her face toward each man, opening her mouth to them for passion filled kisses. "You need your tit sucked. Don't you, slut?" Peter asked her. "Oh, god. Yes, Darling!" Moree replied. Hearing Peter call her a slut in front of their two new friends turned her on even more. "Then ask em, Baby. Ask em to suck on your nipples," he replied. Moree didn't hesitate. "Please boys. Please suck my tits," she mewed. The smaller of the two pushed his face into Moree's tit, suckling her nipple as his buddy fingered her. Moree grinded her hips against the big finger in her pussy and pushed her chest out for the man suckling her nipple. When she opened her eyes she saw the two women at the table in front of them staring at her with a shocked and judgmental look on their faces. "Jealous," she whispered, threw her head back and continued purring like a kitten. "That's it baby. Do you want their cocks?" Peter asked. Before she could reply, she was interrupted by the bouncer standing in front of their table. "Look," he said. "As much as I'd like to watch this go on, I have to ask you to leave. You're causing one helluva commotion over here. Take it to your room." Surprised, and somewhat perturbed by the bouncer's sudden appearance, Peter pushed the tip of his cigarette into the ashtray, extinguishing the tobacco and looked to the man with a disappointed look that silently said, "You've got to be kidding?" Moree hurriedly covered her breasts with her arms. "C'mon, let's go to our place," Peter said to Moree and their two new friends. "We need to keep this party going." With Moree walking between her two suitors and her ass being fondled, the four made their way to the door. "By the way, forgive me for not introducing ourselves," Peter said to them. "I'm Peter and this is my wife, Moree." "Lance," the big one replied. "Kyle," added the smaller man. "Moree is fucking hot," Lance said as he helped guide her out the door by squeezing her ass. They stepped out into the warm midnight air at the entrance to the resort's pool and started down the stone tile pathway to Peter and Moree's bungalow. "Moree, be a good girl and pull your dress above your waist while we walk," Peter said. Moree could no longer control herself. Her arousal was too strong to deny Peter. Moree did just as she was told, lifting up her dress, exposing her sopping wet panties to Lance and Kyle and a few others sitting by the pool. Peter had her stop to let her two escorts finger her pussy and kiss her while he lit up another smoke. "Suck their cocks, my sweet Moree. Suck the tip of each one while I finish my smoke," he instructed her. She squatted in her high heels between Lance and Kyle with her dress still above her hips. The sound of their belts ripping open turned a few more heads their direction as she pulled both cocks out and began sloppily licking and sucking. "That's it, Baby. Suck my fat cock," Lance told her. Peter finished his smoke and made sure Moree helped their friends get their cocks back in their pants. Once inside their bungalow, Moree mixed drinks for the men while Peter found some music and the party resumed in earnest. Moree brought drinks and then sat submissively by Peter's side as he talked with Lance and Kyle. He instructed Moree to look in his briefcase for some photographs he'd brought for just such an occasion. She walked across the room, opened the briefcase and found the boudoir pics he'd taken of her the week before they'd left. "Oh, my!" she said softly as she pulled them from the briefcase. She handed them to her husband and watched nervously as he showed them to their new friends. Lance and Kyle enjoyed each pic. Pics of Moree in sexy lingerie, pics of her naked except for her high heels, pics of her showing her beautifully large and round boobs and pics of her pussy shaven the way Peter likes it. Peter knew that sharing her pics with Kyle and Lance would further arouse his sweet young wife. He enjoyed her squirming beside him as her two suitors looked them over. After collecting the last of them, Peter suggested Moree dance with Kyle and Lance. "Only this time, let's put on some softer music," he said and offered her hand to their two new friends. Moree danced with Lance and Kyle while Peter approvingly watched. Lance began kissing on Moree's neck and ear while Kyle was kissing on her shoulder and she let out a long sigh. "Mmmmm!" She said. "Do you have any idea how good that feels?" Kyle said he wasn't thinking about that as much as he was enjoying the taste of her skin. She made little sounds of pleasure and giggled. Peter noticed her breathing becoming heavier, and her nipples trying to push through her dress top. Lance began to rub gently on the outside of her hip. Kyle's fingers slid smoothly up and down and pressed the thin fabric against her soft skin. She trembled as they both slid their hands up her legs, under her dress and onto her pussy. She moaned again and took turns kissing them both. Moree's new friends quickly disrobed and then helped her out of her dress. They stood together; Moree stroking two cocks and turning her head from side to side, alternately kissing them while they fondled her. Their kisses had become really passionate, and both men were fondling her breasts, pulling gently on her nipples as she made little grunts and moans of pleasure. Peter watched as the orgy heated up. He saw tiny beads of perspiration on his wife's hot skin and heard her breathing more heavily. He suggested they move to the bedroom and of course they complied. On the bed, Moree lay between them with her legs open and intertwined with theirs. Peter watched her begin kissing them again, alternating as she had done before. She rocked back on her hips, giving them better access and signaling she wanted to be fucked. She had her hand on both erections, let out another loud moan and began to wiggle on the bed between them. She released her grip on Kyle's penis just long enough for him to pull himself up beside her face, and then she grabbed his penis and pulled it into her mouth. Peter watched the smaller of the two men on his knees on the bed, and Moree twisted so that her mouth could reach his penis. She was hungrily licking it. He let out a long groan as her open mouth moved down its length, leaving saliva sparkling on his shaft. She nibbled his balls and pushed her face into them and seemed to be enjoying the musky smell of her lover's crotch. Peter moved closer to get a better view of her exposed pussy. As Lance fingered her and sucked on her nipples, Peter could see that her labia were swollen and dark, and they where shiny with her juice. The fresh scent of her arousal hung in the air and Peter took a deep breath to take it all into his nostrils even more. Lance moved between her legs, lifted them around his waist and pressed his cock against her pussy. He felt her wet lips beginning to open around the head of his penis as he rubbed it up and down her slit. He grabbed himself and rubbed the knobby head of his cock on her clit, causing her to moan. Moree wanted to make one last attempt to stop. She knew this had gone much further than it should have. She grunted, then pulled her knees up to her chest and rolled completely over onto her side, effectively closing her pussy. Peter chuckled to himself at her innocent attempt to stop. "Moree, be a good girl," he told her. His words provided the guidance she needed to finally let herself give in to her desire. She gave in to her lust and relaxed her legs. Lance grabbed her buttock, lifted it open, leaned forward and pushed with his erection against her slit from behind, between her legs. She was so wet that the head of his penis entered her in spite of her position. He felt her vagina clutch and squeeze the end of his penis, and he pushed again. The opening to her vagina was wet and slippery, and the only reason he hadn't plunged completely into her was the tightness caused by her thighs being clamped together. Now that her legs were relaxed, he pushed it into her opening. He felt her vagina squeezing him again, and he pushed once more. The big head of his penis was now completely inside her. Her vagina was squeezing it repetitively. After several seconds, he grabbed her upper thigh, stretched it apart and pushed all the way in. Her vagina grabbed around his penis and he began fucking her. Moree called out, "Oh my God! That's so good. . . Unnnnh!" She moaned as she sucked Kyle and fucked Lance. He began to grunt louder and louder as she caressed his balls while sucking him. Both men were massaging her breasts and taking turns kissing her passionately. After a couple of minutes Kyle began to grunt loudly, and he exploded with a series of loud cries of "Unngh!" Moree received almost all of his bursts of cum in her mouth and onto her face. She pulled herself away from Kyle's cock and turned to Lance. She kissed him with a loud slurp. "I'll do you now!" Moree gasped to him. She took his cock into her mouth. She licked her own juice from the tip and smiled up at him, and Peter knew what her look meant. Her tongue began to move around the head of Lance's penis. He leaned forward and rubbed her breasts as she began to work it in and out of her mouth. It didn't take long. Kyle had just gotten off the bed and was caressing Moree's body from behind when Lance started groaning. His balls tightened, announcing his upcoming explosion. Almost immediately he began to ejaculate. She caught most of it in her mouth, but some splattered onto her face and into her hair. Her two lovers were spent. Both men's cocks went flaccid and they laid back onto the bed in exhaustion. This was Peter's signal to join in the action. He disrobed and joined his wife and her two lovers on the bed. Peter roughly turned Moree onto all fours and entered her from behind. "Fuck me," she moaned, enjoying her husband's big cock. "Make me cum." "I want my sweet Moree licking your assholes, boys," Peter said. Kyle went first, spreading his legs open and pivoting back on his hips so Moree could reach his asshole with her tongue. She pushed her tongue as far out of her mouth as possible and licked him. She repulsed back with her head, earning her a hard spank from Peter. "Lick it, slut." He commanded. Moree complied, pushing her tongue past the long curly hairs between his ass cheeks and into the dirty brown hole between them. She thought of how spunky and dirty it smelled and tasted. But once she had it cleaned up, she began enjoying herself and was disappointed when Peter offered her up to Lance's turn. By the time Lance got in front of her, Moree was ready to cum. She was moaning and purring like a kitten and losing herself to her arousal. Lance got on all fours and quickly pushed his hips toward Moree. She buried her face between his buttocks and began licking his ass. As she did so, she came hard. Her eyes rolled back in her head and he body pulsed with energy. Peter knew what he wanted next. "Cum in her mouth again, boys." With both of their cocks hard again, Lance and Kyle got on their knees in front of her. Peter fucked his wife slowly and rhythmically as she continued kissing and fondling both men's erections. It took some time, but she sucked each until they shot off in her open mouth. "Do I get a reward now?" she asked Peter. "You sure do, Baby. Here it comes," he answered. She was spent from her own orgasm as she felt her husband's hot cum begin gushing into her pussy. Moree had now taken four loads of cum in her mouth and her husband's in her pussy. She fell back and collapsed into the pillows. Soon, Peter showed their two new friends to the door, congratulated them on their luck and climbed into bed with his wife. She was already asleep, once again looking angelic with her face resting on the pillow and her breaths shallow. It was three in the morning. The following day Peter and Moree woke to the bright rays of sunshine beaming through the open windows of their bungalow. It was almost noon and their stomachs were empty except for the remnants of the party that ended only just before the sun rose above the blue green waves of the Western Caribbean. "Morning," Moree said sleepily to her husband. "You mean afternoon," he replied as he stretched his arms above his head and yawned. Peter reached for a cigarette from the pack on the nightstand beside the bed. He tossed the pack towards the top of the nightstand, watching it slide off the far end onto the floor as he grabbed the lighter. "I'm starving," he said as the flame bent toward the cigarette's tip and smoke rushed into his lungs. "What a night," he said to her as he leaned over and gave her a kiss on the lips. "Are you sure you enjoyed it?" Moree asked tentatively. "Are you sure we didn't....I didn't go too far?" He held her and whispered in her ear, "Baby, you were wonderful. I'm hungry. Let's order a late breakfast." Moree felt relieved to know Peter's feelings for her hadn't changed and she felt the weight of guilt flow out of her body. "Me, too. I need some solid food in my belly for a change," she replied and looked at him to see if he caught her humor. His grin and snicker told her he did. He then ordered up a healthy breakfast. A few minutes later the knock came at the door. "Answer it," Peter told Moree. "Okay," Moree replied cheerfully and reached for her robe to cover her nakedness. "Nude in heels," was his response. Moree dropped her robe to the floor and slipped back into her heels from the previous night. The room service waiter looked no more than eighteen. As Moree came into his view his eyes opened wide. "Breakfast, ma'am," he stated while trying to recover. Moree remained nonplussed and directed the young lad to place it on the table, and looked to Peter for payment. He gave her an ample amount and whispered to her, "Suck his cock for the tip." She gave her husband a wink and spun on her heels to face her young waiter. After she paid the tab she put on her best little girl look and said, "Ooops, that's not enough of a tip for such an enterprising young man." "That's okay, ma'am. Seeing you like this...I mean....Uhmmmm, I mean...I don't really need..." "Nonsense!" Moree replied. "Let me at least help you with that problem you have down there," she added, looking down at the tent-pole in his shorts. Moree squatted in front of him, reached for his zipper and pulled it down slowly. He reacted impulsively at first, pulling back. But, when she reached into his shorts he didn't offer resistance. She pulled out a smallish sized penis barely the length of her hand and took it into her mouth. Peter casually watched his young wife as he buttered and jellied toast and poured coffee. He'd planned this part of her training with the same perfection he'd planned last night. He knew it's make her hotter and more accepting of the day's activities. Besides, she needed to learn to always do as she was told. "Never question me," he told himself as he watched her squatting in front of the young waiter. The young one's penis quivered in her mouth as she pulled her cheeks together; sucking it off as though it were a lollipop. She cupped his little balls in her hand and as she ran them between her fingers she felt a surge of cum run up his little shaft. Cum shot into her mouth and she easily swallowed the small load. "Mmmmm," she moaned as the taste of fresh cum filled her senses and she became aroused by it. Her pussy moistened as she continued sucking him until he stopped bucking. Moree popped the young lad's penis out of her mouth and looked over her shoulder for direction from Peter. He motioned her to the breakfast table. Dutifully, she zipped him up and sent him on his way. "Very good, Moree. Now, let's eat," Peter told her. After breakfast, Peter convinced Moree to scrap the traditional bikini she had brought on the trip and took her to find something more suitable in the resort's shops. A sexy, brightly colored string bikini caught her eye and she reached for it, but her shy personality wouldn't let her pick it up. She wasn't raised to wear clothes like that. Doing so would be flaunting herself; showing off her body for her own pleasure and that was out of character for Moree. Peter noticed her look at the bikini and picked up on her apprehension. He looked at her and she looked back submissively; her head slightly cocked and her eyes asking for guidance from him. She couldn't do it herself. Not after a lifetime of repressing herself and she needed his help. As she looked at Peter she was hoping he would tell her what to do. Tell me to choose it, she thought. "Looks like we've found what you want," he said and her eyes lit up with excitement! She whispered so the sales clerk couldn't hear. "Are you sure? It barely covers anything at all." Peter answered her by pulling the back of his finger down her neck and kissing her. Moree was nervous carrying the risqué' string bikini around the shop. She knew her slim body would wear it well. But, she wondered how she would feel out on the beach in the company of men looking at her; seeing her breasts and pussy through the thin fabric. She was embarrassed with herself for thinking such things. Even more so for wanting Peter to watch her. After purchasing the bikini, a sundress and a pair of pool slippers, they headed back to the bungalow to change; where Moree primped her hair and fiddled with her new bikini as she sipped her gin and tonic. "Stop delaying. Let's go!" Peter playfully scolded, knowing she was nervous. She grabbed his hand and followed him down the path and out onto the warm white sand of the beach. They made their way down the beach toward a black rocky outcrop at the far end that provided a home to an old pier jutting twenty yards out from the shore. The rocks curled around the pier and into the ocean, forming a small bay of calm water that extended past the breakers and out into the Caribbean. From a distance they could see splashes of color on the old wooden planks of the pier and beside it two small boats, one pastel red and the other blue, rocked gently as the remnants of the oceans waves passed gently underneath. As they neared the old pier they could see the color came from the couples sunbathing topless. They saw towels and bikini bottoms and men's swim trunks and tropical drinks in the clear glasses delivered by a cabana boy from the beach bar in front of the pier. In the middle of the vacationers stood a tall, muscled white man untying the blue boat. Moree saw him clearly and couldn't divert her stare as they walked down the pier to towards the end. She stared at the thin black line of dark hair running from the bottom of his muscled stomach, into the deep cleavage between his pectorals and ending at the base of his neck. When she broke her stare and caught Peter's eye he winked, causing her to blush. "Sorry," Moree said softly. "No need to be," Peter replied. She giggled and gripped his hand tight. "It's your fault, you know," she chided. "Do you see what you've awoken in me now?" Moree's Awakening "I'm liking what I'm seeing in you, Moree," he assured her and approached the man to strike up a conversation. The man introduced himself as Henri. He was a local fisherman and dive guide. Peter and Moree talked with him as he loaded his boat with scuba gear. He explained that he had been hired to guide a group of six divers over a trip to the reef. But, they were now an hour late and nowhere to be found. He'd sent his crew, Anthony and Marcus, to find them. "There's my crew," he said, motioning down the pier towards the shore. "But, nobody is found." Moree looked down the pier to see two men walking toward them. Both were in shorts with sandaled feet; just like Henri. And just like Henri, both were chiseled and muscular without an ounce of fat. "Come, I will take you diving," he offered in a heavy French accent. "I will not wait anymore for them. They lose their money," he said. Anthony and Marcus jumped into the pastel blue boat and began prepping to leave the pier. "Are you coming?" Henri asked assertively as though this was his last offer and stepped in. Peter and Moree exchanged a look and Peter jumped aboard. Moree took Henri's outstretched hand and gingerly stepped onto the gunwale of the boat. As the boat rocked away from her she panicked. Feeling she might fall into the water, she fell into Henri's arms instead. He held her tight to his chest, causing the soft skin of her face to brush against his olive skin and wiry hair. She had never been embraced by a common working man and even though this was by accident, she felt a sense of the forbidden as the smell of his sweat filled her nostrils and the strength of his grasp filled her senses. Henri released his grasp on Moree and busied himself with reading the boat for a departure to the reef. Henri powered up the small engine and slowly steered the boat out of the harbor and into the blue green ocean. Marcus instructed Peter and Moree on the scuba gear as the small boat cruised through the gentle waves. Henri talked nonstop; first with Anthony and then with Peter and Moree, seemingly paying little attention to his navigation as though he could find his way to the reef with his eyes closed. The trip went by so fast for them under the hot sun as they drank cold rum coolers from the ice chest and watched the sea gulls dance above the boat. Just as Marcus finished up, Henri announced their arrival at the reef by cutting the engine and throwing a heavy metal anchor into the ocean as though it were a loaf of bread. "We have arrived," he said. Forty feet below them under crystal clear water lay several long bands of copper-brown coral. As Peter and Moree looked over the boat they saw the beauty of the upcoming dive and a sense of excitement welled up inside them. But, for Moree, the excitement was chilled by anxiety. She was afraid and couldn't bring herself to don her gear. "I can't do it," she told Peter. "I....I just can't go with you." she told him. Try as he might to convince her, he couldn't. But she insisted he enjoy the dive. "I'll wait here in the boat and drink rum coolers," she assured him. "I don't mind." "Anthony...Marcus, you go with our friend Peter. I will stay behind," Henri insisted with the same tone in his voice that he used back on the dock when he offered up his last invitation for the dive trip. Peter geared up and with the sound of three men diving into the ocean, Moree and Henri were finally alone.