0 comments/ 69064 views/ 8 favorites The Honeymoon By: alittlekinky David and Jessica walked down the beach hand in hand. It was still early, but the day was already starting to get warm. David leaned over and planted a smooch on his honey’s cheek, she smiled and sighed contentedly as they strolled. It was their second day in Tahiti and the third day since their wedding. The long flight out to the islands had taken its toll and yesterday had been spent recovering, well, mostly recovering. Today, however, would be different, they were going to explore their little stretch of the island and then spend tonight seeing the sights in the little town near the resort. “How far down do you want to walk sweetie,” asked David? “ I don’t know… Oooh, lets go over there where those trees are hanging down over the sand. We can sit in the shade a little so we won’t burn on our first day out,” Jessica replied. “Okay,” he said. It was best to leave beach real-estate selection to the expert. As they got closer the trees turned out to be some sort of weird palm frond with branches that grew out from about ground level to spread out over the beach. It was a great shady spot. You could still see the ocean and sky out in front and the leaves let enough light through to still get a little tan. Best of all, David thought, it provided some privacy. If you moved closer to where the plants grew, people up and down the beach wouldn’t be able to see unless they walked right by. Not that there were many people around. The beach was by no means crowded and since they had walked away from the resort area, they had only seen three other people. David spread their towels out side by side and smoothed them down over the sand while Jessica put their bag off to the side and sat down on her towel. “ Did you bring the sunscreen?” Of course she had, she was a pale honey after all. “ Yeah, do you need some more,” she asked? They had lathered up in the bungalow after breakfast before they left. Better to do it before you got to the beach and the sand started sticking to your hands. “ What’s that smile for mister,” she said as David grinned at her. “ Well, you said you would sunbath topless while we were here, and I though it might as well be now. I mean, no one’s around and there some shade so you won’t burn,” said David behind a grin. Jessica sighed. “Fine…” she said with mock resignation, although David could tell she was kind of into it. Of the three people they had passed on their walk this morning most had been indulging this Tahitian tradition. One couple had been walking in the surf, the woman had been a little older but was still attractive, she was topless and she certainly hadn’t sported any tan lines. The last stranger they had passed was a young woman; tan enough to be a native, lying out by herself. As they had approached she had looked up and casually lifted a pale blue sarong that was lying beside her and covered her hips but leaving her breasts exposed. David had purposely not looked over as they walked by, but it was tantalizing obvious that she was completely nude. The fabric of her skirt hadn’t covered much as she stretched out in the sun. Jessica hadn’t said anything as she gave his hand a quick squeeze, but you could tell even she enjoyed the view. There was something strangely non-sexual about public nudity, but it was wickedly wanton and definitely exciting. Jessica turned her back toward him to let him undo her new bikini top. It was a cute swimsuit, he thought, but what’s underneath is nicer. David undid the clasp and pulled the straps off her shoulders, fighting the temptation to caress her. He put the top in the beach bag and pulled out the sunscreen. “ Okay, now lift your arms up,” David said. Jessica smiled a little nervously, no one was around but she was still naked in public. David placed some lotion on his hands and started massaging it into Jessica’s back where the bikini straps had been. He rubbed up along her shoulders before reaching underneath her arms to cup her breasts, gently covering them with his hands. She laughed as he kissed the side of her neck and started to softly rub the lotion over her breasts. When her nipples started to get hard he stopped and move his hands away exposing her skin to the sun and air again. He moved away and lay down on the towel beside her. She looked at him suspiciously as she scooted her butt down on the towel to lay on her back with her hands at her sides. “ I love you huney,” he whispered at her. “ I love you too,” she whispered back. They grinned at each other as she closed her eyes and tried to relax despite the naughty tension of being naked. David was savoring the moment. He had wanted to do this since their trip to the Italy, but it needed to be in a place where it was no big deal to show a little skin. Yesterday, by the resort, there had been plenty of nudity, but he hadn’t suggested anything then, not wanting to make her uncomfortable around a crowd. Maybe if she got used to it they could run around naked before the honeymoon was over. That made David laugh; they were both too pale for that. The day was very warm now, but with the shade and the cool ocean breeze it was still pleasant. David had just returned to his towel after a dip in the ocean. His suit clung to him as the air quickly dried his skin. He might have stayed in the water a little longer, but as he swam he had watched another couple walking up the beach. The area wasn’t as abandoned as it had been earlier, but almost no one had come close by. They were getting close now and David wanted to be next to Jessica when she realized that people were going to see her topless. Covering up wasn’t part of the deal. Instead of walking, by the other couple started walking up toward the palm trees David and Jessica were laying under. They were probably halfway there before they realized the spot was occupied, but they continued walking up anyway. Jessica didn’t open her eyes until they had almost reached the trees. When she took notice she started to roll over onto her stomach, but stopped when David touched her hand and gestured for her to stay put. The man was probably in his early thirties. He was fairly good-looking, in good shape with dark hair and eyes. His twenty something girlfriend/wife with him was cute and slim with short curly black hair and dark brown eyes to match. He was wearing a pair of what looked like wind shorts instead of a real swimsuit and she was wearing a black bikini with a long netted skirt over it. “ It is okay, we sit here,” he asked in accented English? I noticed the flushed look in their faces and it was obvious they were hot from walking in the sun and needed to cool off. “ Sure, its no problem,” David replied. It was the only shade for quit a distance in either direction. ‘Besides, what was I going to say’, he thought to himself, ‘‘fuck off’ just wasn’t nice’. They laid their towels down about ten feet away off to David’s left on the far side from Jessica. The girl took off her skirt and set it down before they both walked down to the water to cool off. David looked at Jessica as she sat up and watched them walk that way. He leaned over for a kiss and took a sip of the rum punch they had been sharing before they both laid down again. Jessica was making no comment about their new companions, but David noticed she stayed on her back and her soft pink nipples where growing hard again. This was turning him on and he had to resist the urge to caress her. Instead, David grabbed his sunglasses and put them on. The couple returned to their towels wet and refreshed. Behind his sunglasses David watched as the man took a casually indiscreet look at Jessica. He seemed to enjoy it, but of course acting like you didn’t care very much was part of the deal, even though everyone most defiantly did care. The man lay down quickly leaving the spot closest to us for his girlfriend. She sat down and, as hoped for, reached behind her back to unfasten her bikini. She pulled on the string, undoing the knot holding it together. Her breasts were full and her pale brown nipples were erect from the cold water. No tan lines here either. She looked over at David and smiled, knowing he was looking at her behind his sunglasses, before she lay down. Jessica gave David a little nudge and laughed quietly having seen him get caught. David looked away, pretending not to have noticed of course, and feigned disinterest. Jessica surprised him then by sitting up to take a sip of punch, exposing her chest clearly to their fellow sunbathers. She also took a peek at the young lady herself before laying back down and taking David’s hand. ‘She’s enjoying this,’ he thought. Just then the man said something in French to his girlfriend, she shrugged and smiled. The man gestured dismissively toward David and Jessica and spoke to her again more insistently. The woman laughed and glanced over at the newly weds. She apparently decided to go for it because then she hooked her thumbs in the waist of her bikini bottoms and wiggled out of them, sitting up to take them off her ankle and put them aside. David struggled not to stare as she lay back down, her hands at her side, her legs a few inches apart and a grin on her face. You could see the faint tan lines from her bikini on her hips. Her rear was firm and toned and her kitty was shaved close with only a thin layer of dark curly hair. David’s reaction was immediate. He was quickly becoming hard as his eyes trailed down her body, past her breasts, to where her mound curved down between her legs and the lips of her kitty were just visible. Jessica had noticed all of this too and was starting to become a little jealous of the attention David was paying to this other woman. She nudged him and gave him a pouty look. “ I dare you,” he whispered, rolling over on his side towards her. She tried to act shocked, but it was obvious she had been thinking it too. “ Do you want him to see me,” she whispered back? “ No, I want her to see you.” “ Huney!” she whispered. They shared a look and David leaned in, “go on, do it.” Jessica looked over at the other couple quickly, the woman was giggling as they shared their own whispered conversation. Jessica closed her eyes for a moment then suddenly lifted her butt off the towel and yanked her bikini down to her thighs. She tried to lie down flat and slip it off, but it rolled up around her knees and she had to sit up to pull it all the way down. Jessica shoved her bikini bottom into her bag and lay down on her towel as flat as she could, trying to hide behind David. She was breathing hard and it was obvious to David that she was getting very excited about being nude. Her breasts were swelling and her nipples were rock hard now. The other couple had started kissing. The woman had turned onto her side to reach her lover, providing a nice view of her shapely tush. David looked over at them and watched the woman take her free hand and rub the front of the man’s shorts and cup his balls. It was too much for David to take. He lifted himself up on one elbow and kissed Jessica deeply, their tongues mingling as she open her mouth to let him in. “ I think you need some sunscreen. You don’t want to burn.” David grabbed the lotion and squirted some on her belly before she could respond. Jessica looked down at his hand as he began to make slow circles on her belly moving a little lower each time. “ Watch them,” he whispered, kissing her. She laid her head back and looked over at them. The woman was still stroking him slowly, her hand occasionally reaching up under his shorts from the bottom for a bare skin caress. The woman moved a little closer to her man, stealing a glance back at Jessica and David as she did so. The woman’s eyes met Jessica’s in a mischievous look. She looked down at Jessica’s hard nipples and then lower to watch what David’s hand was doing before a quick glance back at Jessica. She was smiling as she turned back to her partner. ‘Oh my god!!!’ Jessica though, ‘what is going on!’ David’s hand had moved down to her thighs and where he was apply gentle pressure to move her legs apart. She didn’t really want to, but it was too easy to relax her legs and let him. He slowly rubbed the inside of her thigh up to her pussy. She moved her hand to stop him, but he leaned down to kiss and shush her, his hand moving all the while. Being careful not to touch her directly yet, he began slowly moving his hand up and down between her legs, his fingers spread to rub just outside of her little kitty’s lips. Jessica bit her lip and opened her eyes, not realizing she had closed them until then. The young woman, she saw as she looked over, had moved up to lean over her lover. She was holding herself up with her hands her breasts in his face. Letting him kiss and suckle at her nipple just a little before moving and rubbing her whole breast hard against his mouth. Jessica could see his erection bulging through his shorts while his hand gave her ass a firm squeeze. He bit down gently on her nipple, and she yelped and tried to stifle her laughter. She slapped his chest playfully and grabbed the front of his shorts yanking down hard. Jessica watched as his manhood was revealed. His long hard penis sprang free of its confines gratefully. The woman moved down lower and began pulling on the sides of his pants to get them off. The man apparently possessed some modesty and began to make a half-hearted attempt to stop her and cover himself, telling her in hushed tones to stop. As his suit came free of his butt she silenced any further argument. Leaning down she closed her lips around the head of his penis and sucked hard taking several inches into her mouth. She was kneeling towards him with her rear facing Jessica. Jessica couldn’t help but to look view she was offering. Her pussy was clearly visible between her thighs as she bent over. Her sex was flushed and pouty with her desire. She wondered if this was what her huney liked to see when he took her from behind. The man moaned quietly and touched her hair, guiding her as she moved her head up and down on his length. She opened her mouth wider and moved her tongue around the head of his cock in a circle. Closing her mouth firmly around his penis again, she moved her head down quickly, pressing her tongue against his shaft as she took him into her hot mouth. When she couldn’t take in anymore, she sucked hard and pulled back slowly letting him slide past her lips up to the head of his penis. After a few strokes he submitted and moved his legs together. She lifted off of him and slid his shorts all the way down and off his feet. When the shorts were off he spread his legs and she moved up between them and took him into her mouth again, her hand fondling and caressing his shaft and moving lower to fondle his testicles and tickle between his legs. Jessica could see him better now that the woman had moved. His penis was about six inches long and very thick. His balls looked heavy as they hung down between his legs. Watching his shaft become wet with her saliva as he began thrusting gently against her mouth made Jessica want to join in too. David was laying beside Jessica now. His hand had closed over her sex, rubbing her firmly and making soft circles around her clitoris. Her kitty started to blossom as she became flushed, the blood rushing between her legs making her kitty wet and hot. David kissed underneath her breasts and then drew her nipple into his mouth. She looked at him and saw him watching the other couple as he sucked and nipped at her. They had gone to far to stop now and she ran her fingers through his hair, drawing him up to her face. “ You’re the only one wearing clothes, baby. Take’m off!” she demanded none to quietly. David looked over again at the couple that had joined them. Then he knelt up and unlaced the front of his suit. He pulled the fly apart and pushed it down to his knees. His penis was rock hard and it pointed straight out as he undressed. She saw the head of his dick was already a little wet with his pre-cum as he kicked his suit away. Jessica lifted her left leg up and swung it over him, putting him between her legs. Her kitty was fully exposed now and lips of her sex were open and wet. She could feel the heat between her legs as she looked up from his dick and saw the look in his eyes. He wanted to fuck her right now, but he knew Jessica wasn’t quit ready for that. She looked over at their amorous guests and saw that the woman had slowed her pace and was sucking him slowly is long strokes. The man she realized was looking right at her. She wanted him to look. Jessica licked her lips and arched her back as his eyes traveled down to her tits and lower to stare between her legs. She rotated her hips up to let him see her sex. She could feel his eyes touching her there, where she wanted him to look. Displaying herself to another man made her feel lightheaded and she closed her eyes. She felt David move between her legs and expected to feel him thrust into her, but instead something soft and wet and warm pressed into her kitty. David open his mouth wider and used his thumbs to pull open Jessica’s lips and expose the folds of her vagina. She was already so wet. He pushed his tongue into her and savored her taste. Jessica moaned now and pushed herself closer to his face. He moved his tongue up from the bottom of her kitty to the top where he pressed it hard against her clitoris. She put her hands on his head and raked her fingers through his hair. It felt sooo good as he licked her and used his tongue to circle around her clit. She began to slowly buck against his mouth as he ate her. She needed it so badly she almost forgot to watch the action next to her. The young woman was smiling at her as she stroked her man. She closed her fist over the head of his cock and squeezed firmly while making short strokes up and down. She looked down at Jessica’s sex and watched as David tongued her. She moved her eyes down to where David’s hard cock hung between his legs. She admired his length as she leaned down and kissed the head of her man’s penis, giving it a little lick to taste his pre-cum. Jessica knew it was David she was pretending she held as she did it. She released her partner and pulled away to move up and straddle him. The man reached for her breasts and fondled them as she leaned in for a kiss. She let him lick her lips and tongue, so he could taste himself on her mouth. She pressed down on him with her hips, trapping his penis flat against his belly. She reached down and touched herself, spreading her pussy lips over his shaft and moving back and forth slowly. She moaned a little as she teased him, his penis was already wet from her mouth and it felt so good as she let her vagina slide along it. She rolled her hips, rubbing her kitty up and down his length occasionally leaning down for a kiss and pushing her clit against his shaft in a little explosion of pleasure. The man was staring at his partner now. He sat up on one elbow and used his free hand on her back to press her forward and kiss her nipple, sucking her breast into his mouth roughly. Her breath was coming more quickly now. He leaned back and grabbed her hips, lifting her up. His hard dick pointed up eagerly as he forced her to move up and position her sex over him. He lowered her onto his cock and thrust upward, driving half his length into her pussy at once. She let out a gasp and collapsed onto his chest, pressing her tits down into him and rolling her hips down so she could take the rest of his length slowly in little thrusts. Jessica was panting now, she needed her tits rubbed and David inside of her now. She had watched the woman tease and suck her lover. Watched as her cute little pussy had stretched when he entered her. She was humping him quickly now and Jessica needed it too. David could tell she ready. His lips were covered with her honey and he kissed the inside of her thigh to tidy up. As he leaned back on his heels, his cock begging to find her wetness, he looked down at her. She spread her legs out as wide as she could, inviting him to mount her. Her pussy was flushed dark red and her breasts were swollen. The Honeymoon I love this woman. Adore her. From first long held kiss to now much time has passed. Finally, we are joined. She is naked, has shaved her mons pubis and I hope she did it just for me. Her shapely rounded cleft shows no hint of fuzz, nothing to indicate she occasionally dangles a razor there. It has the fresh scent of roses, lemons, talc and deep within the sensational odor of musk. My mouth is dry as a desert sink; my lips desperately need her moisture. Not yet do I push down, nuzzle into her feminine flower, embrace her smooth labia with my rough chin, retract the folds, and pierce deep inside. It is too soon for such an expression. I wish to draw this out make this moment as languid as humanly possible. My lover is flat on her back, legs stretched out, toes straight up toward the whirling ceiling fan. Damn, why did I not think? Have her wear high heels, those stilettos. What a mistake. Arranged on her back, I will, with one powerful thrust, reveal to her the true nature of a man. Her eyes focus on the sluggishly circulating fan blades. I am reminded of W. Somerset Maugham, the Raffles hotel, the Elephant Bar in Kuala Lumpur, lotus scented tropical nights. She is trying not to notice my presence, to blot out my attentive bequeath to her needs, let the magical mystery swell at her center; enjoy this hash of hot lava cooking, boiling over. She may spontaneously combust and I look for the nearest jug of purified bottled water. Slender arms flung out, elbows bent, slim forearms angled toward the sides of her brunette coiffure, her hands, palms up makes her arrangement of upper extremities resemble a bare skeleton of un-feathered wings. She might be sleeping or an angel from on high fallen to earth. You got it bad son. Her face looks dormant, indifferent to my attention but within she glows with an indulgent interest in my avaricious mouth. Her ex-husband was not gifted in such maneuvering. She told me so. I wish to be noted for this particular skill. A difficult proposition since she is French. Myself naked, on my knees just beyond her extended left leg, my aspiration is to see impatience; an eagerness for me to commence an exploration of her feminine trough. My left hand is on her left side near the swell of her hips, right hand lying flat on this side of the bed, up towards the flat pillow. She does not favor fluffy fat pillows nor sleeping on the right side of any bed. How do I know this? In a previous interlude we came close to taking it all the way home, then backed off, waited for later. Now the waiting is over. She told me of not liking thick pillows or right sided sleeping accommodations. This after a festive dinner of Japanese food serviced by ancient Mamma San in a turquoise kimono serving portions of raw fish, Yamada Nishiki rice in blue china plates covered in white calligraphy looking suspiciously Asian, chopsticks and chilled Sake in tiny, fragile emerald blue cups. What did I bring to the table? A bit of pot bellied excess, too thin hair with a widow's peak as a tonsorial reminder of my father. A tension in my trousers under the linen covered table too. My ex-wife thought I had too little chest hair, spent too much time browsing bookstores. I also have cranky sinuses, a way too big nose and a wealth of useless minutiae in my noggin. Oh, and most importantly my unfettered passion for my darling dining companion is what I brought. Outside, a block from the restaurant's front door, standing in the pelting rain, me holding a black umbrella, she started to get into her sleek hybrid Metsusabi Taon. Her hair was a soaking mess, a rain drop hung precariously on the tip of her nose, her prominent cheeks shined with dampness. Her cream colored raincoat in repelling the rain was semi translucent, smelled of the rain. I leaned over, gave her a long kiss, assisted her in getting into the car, watched her fasten her seat belt and then drive off into the night. Later, long after this pleasant meal on that rainy night in Alameda, in Hawaii looking down on Pearl Harbor, she introduced me to Connie and her husband the Major, her eventual next door neighbors when she moved into a house she was remodeling at great expense. The house has a veritable jungle for a backyard and a number of thick trees on its downward slope. I imagined someday being the one to trim it, hack out the brush and vines, use a machete to cut out a trail, and build a couple of benches for us to sit on in the coming years. The Major, 83 years old, tussled gray hair, nodding off in his patio chair, quite demented, earlier that same day for reasons known only to him, had pulled up every one of my lady's flowers. On his patio overlooking Pearl Harbor with me sitting across from him and V talking with Connie somewhere in the house smelling of rancid butter and muscle ointment, the major remembered with crystal clarity being in gig on a Sunday morning when the Arizona exploded, showered him in heat, debris and mutilated body parts. Connie, the Major's silver haired wife was still trim, sharply acute and perceptive, proudly boasted of meeting Perry Como in 1958. Leaning down over my shoulder, pouring red wine in my glass, she tells me their oldest son's name is Steve as mine is. At 83 Connie still flirts ably. V and I being the juniors at this little fete were commandeered to get the gas grill going. Connie nearly lost it, screamed in a panic as the grill, improperly hooked up by the major, suddenly squirted out flame and nearly cooked my family jewels. Tonight my mission is to have her taut as an aerialist's high wire. My aim is to compress every experience with my tongue, lips and mouth into her juncture, fill it with such an abundance of favor she seems to die, spin out of control. Panting, breathing like a laboring runner, my sharp instrument, precise, pointed at the hilt is a tool sowing my love, planting in her deep furrow my good giving mouth. In making love to her, I wish to bestow my best work, to give her my sweetest gift. I cherish this woman who has given birth to another man's child, the ex-husband not suited for being where I intend to go. Above her on this connubial bed, I am amazed to be in this good woman's company. She is so open, so unaffected and so breathtaking; I dare not take advantage of her amiability in this bed we are sharing. I love her; feel ennobled by her. In this darling woman's shadow I am a prince, a dare devil gifted in tension making, dream weaving, in offering release, sustenance to her hunger, to fill her lonely corridors with warmth and sweet mirth. This glorious moment filled me with such exultation. I heard the rumble of thunder, heard operatic melodramas playing in my ears, a cavalry charge at the full gallop, blustery windswept vistas played out under my eyelids and blue lightning blinded me with its furious wrath. She is a gift to this body of mine, an adored and magical essence saturating my senses. My need to love and be loved feels so welcomed here. I, a normal man with an abnormally passionate nature, appreciate her gifts; wish to needle pleasure directly into her womb. Show her H.L. Mencken was wrong. Female orgasms are no myth. I have sent her bouquets of roses, sprays of chrysanthemums, boxes of chocolate-covered truffles, loads of cheese and crackers and cellophane sealed sugar coated candies. I imagine her reclining in the quiet of her single bed, nibbling this candy, reading a book, her eyes focusing through little wire-framed spectacles perched on the tip of her nose. After our dinner in Alameda, we shared a meal at her place; I watched her wash dishes, tell me her decision to paint the kitchen wall behind the sink basins a vivid red color. We spent an enjoyable evening searching for classical and jazz CDs we both favored and then drank a few too many frozen margaritas in a Berkley bistro. When she returned home following a week long trip to Florida dealing with her mother's legal issues, I picked her up at the Oakland airport. In baggage claim, surrounded by tired travelers, their nerves frayed waiting for the next terrorist to do his deadly deed at 40,000 feet; I welcomed her with a drawn out kiss. Her enthusiasm mirrored mine. I felt it in my most inner recesses. I gave her another moist buss of such ardor, of such eloquence she reciprocated in kind. Holding her tightly, one hand on here back, the other on her hip, she was forever imprinted on my consciousness. At once love sick, I felt her closeness blending into me, bonding at our molecular level. Felt her yielding with the most incredible liquid suppleness to my lovemaking in this busy terminal made so uptight by circumstance and modern times. She had shown up wearing comfortable togs, her hair tied back, a look of consternation on the fine features of her face. Tired from flying there to here, Miami to Oakland, she radiated loveliness from every pore, class sprang from her every movement and I could see such beguiling warmth. A smile broke forth on her face. She is my nostrum remedium. Her sweet body soothes me, acts on me the way drink captivates a drunkard. I want her. On this bed she is utterly relaxed, not moving, not twitching, quietly looking at the pale sun brushed ceiling painted by the two of us. A job in which I was messy, she was precise and neat. On a Sunday we painted her bedroom yellow. The color of orange juice, an egg's yolk it looks to me. Warm, sunny, full of great gobs of light and vitamin enriched. Her on the step ladder, me on my knees across the room, I wanted her off that ladder, rolling around with me on the paint stained drop cloths cloaking every thing we wished not to paint. Is it not said we regret most what we don't do not what we did? I remember a lunch of toasted French bread served on delicate saucers, savory salads in layers of tomatoes, onions, peppers and grated cheese whipped up in two minutes and served in earthen stone bowls, a carafe of her house wine to wash down the salad and bread. The two of us outside, washed in the pale northern California sun, sitting on the steps eating our lunch. Me, what was I doing during her food preparation? I was reveling in the closeness of my company to her. With me at this moment her mouth remains tightly shut, I study the pleasing dimensions of her face, the straight angle of her nose, the texture of her lips, the density of her eye lashes, the sweep of her chin, the manner she looks at this or that. At this point I must say her short yellow tartan skirt positioned about the knees is my favorite of what she wears. I relish it as nothing else she wears. The way she looks in this garment fills me with such liquid warmth. Possibly, I may write a poem celebrating its sexiness, its brazen skill in raising me to the loftiest heights. It is time to move, re-position. She expects me hunkered down, my mouth directed into her, showing my competence, applying my technique. Who am I to disappoint her? Not me. The two of us in Tiburon tops my honey do list. Spend several nights in the luxurious accommodations of a twelve room hotel with wine and cheese tasting every night, his and her terrycloth bathrobes, a balcony looking out on a restaurant, the wooden landing used for dining pinned in by sailboats and yachts is generally filled with patrons all day and into the night. Beyond the modern yet quaint hotel, the short Main Street with its art galleries and antique shops, several bookstores selling used books, a community theater in a narrow building is the choppy current of San Francisco bay and Angel Island covered in gauzy mist early mornings and so close you can spit on it. Sausalito off to the right where she once purchased a painting after much consideration and way way out in the blue-green water is broken Alcatraz being circled by tour boats. You can see the bridges, the San Francisco skyline, the wharfs, the ferry building and the rise of hills the city is built on. All these memories recorded in my head come forth when I am in her presence. Happiness, the glow of my passion burns brightest the nearer I am. She gives me such energy, her attractive body, her sexy long legs, her quiet ways, her dazzling intellect; all of it does me in, inflames me. I might spontaneously combust myself. I lust for her, wish to touch and taste and caress her, lean down, lick an ear lobe, report sotto voce my intentions, bob my head up and down in her groin. Have her do the same thing to me. She gives me a sidelong glance, reveals the perfect conformity of her ear. I am made speechless seeing her do this. Suddenly, I am the slobbering prehensile cave man protecting his love, the knight championing his lady, the beau protecting her virtue. I am all these things. I am masculine and brawny and fleshy male hardness. I attribute this to her femininity, her love, her attention to my needs at the expense of hers. The confidence she affirms in me. In this warm bed we make love with the greatest deliberation, the closest admiration. Two mature lovers from poles apart attached and attracted to one another. Embracing each other, bonded in body, soul and spirit, we are at the highest plateau of intimacy. In this age of free-wheeling sexual action, one night stands, the harbinger of death dealing body fluids, we feel safety in our devotion, security in our fidelity. Love is our life boat, our parachute, our Mae West, our blazing strobe light in the cruel, dark sea. The Honeymoon Acknowledgements: My very grateful thanks to AngelLove for agreeing to edit this story, for her very timely work, and her valuable suggestions and corrections. Copyright 2006 by Zeta. All rights reserved. Max woke up taking in his surroundings, his mind still somnolent and blank and confused at the unfamiliarity of the room around him. Before awareness and understanding could focus his thoughts, he felt Rose's arm draped over his waist and her breath on his neck. Understanding and comprehension returned in a sudden rush and Max remembered the events of the night before. He had been married to Rose yesterday, and last night he had lost both his virginity and innocence in the very bed and room in which he now lay. The surroundings were, of course, unfamiliar in part since this was Rose's bedroom and this was the first night he had slept there. As Max reflected on the events of last night, he blushed remembering what Rose had done to him and his reactions. Max had been brought up by his sister, Miranda, and had lived with her until she introduced him to Rose. Max led a very sheltered life, dominated by his sister and kept sexually innocent and ignorant until last night. Rose ended his ignorance but not his innocence, at least not completely. Max recalled his sister's admonitions that he must do whatever Rose asked of him and that it was his duty to please her above all else. Max loved Rose and, of course did his best. Rose seemed to have been pleased, although the thought of what they had done together embarrassed him deeply. Max worried that Rose was not entirely pleased, since the evening ended with him crying himself to sleep in her arms. She had brought him to the verge of cumming but had refused him release, denying him the pleasure he had wanted so badly. Max had pleaded, then cried but to no avail; Rose had been harsh and firm in her denial and Max wept until he finally fell asleep. As Max reflected on this new experience, Rose stirred and moving her arm, lay on her back and opened her eyes. "Good morning my pet! How did you sleep?" "Well, thank you. And you Mistress?" Rose smiled. Max had remembered to call her 'Mistress' as she had instructed and she was pleased. Moving her arms above her head, Rose stretched and said, "Wonderful. I can't remember sleeping so soundly in such a long time. It must have been all the exercise before bedtime." Max blushed at the word 'exercise' and Rose's smile broadened. She was going to have such a wonderful time on her honeymoon. Max was absolutely delightful, just has Miranda had promised he would be. So innocent, even after last night; she hoped he would remain like this forever. Looking at the clock, she realized it was getting late. Past noon already! Miranda would be arriving shortly and she needed to get dressed. "Time to get going," she said to Max. "Have a shower while I wake up a bit." Max dutifully got up, naked and blushing, as she watched him enter the bathroom. As he showered, Rose reflected on the previous night and her plans for the day. She was really going to have to thank Miranda when she saw her. Max had been everything she had said and more. So very, very innocent! And a virgin too! She remembered his expression as her dildo penetrated his ass and his surprise when he ejaculated for the first time in front of a woman. God it made her horny to just think about it again! And she had a full week of more to come. Even better, when the honeymoon was over, and she had him all to herself, his training would begin in earnest. Last night, she had given him some rudimentary instructions and had purposely denied him a final orgasm, just to set the tone. But oh! Training was going to be wonderful. But first things first. She would enjoy his extreme innocence during this week, their honeymoon. Max walked into the bedroom, a bath towel around his waist, unsure of what to do next. Rose looked at him and smiled slyly. "No need for the towel, such modesty! Especially after last night!" Max blushed a deep red, but let the towel drop, his penis stiffening under Rose's gaze. "My, my, I can see you are well rested and ready to start the day." Max's blush deepened and Rose smiled. This was going to be such a fantastic week! Reaching into the night stand drawer by her bed, Rose pulled out a white cloth and tossed it to Max. "Well since you are so modest, you can put this on." Max caught the bundled cloth and let it unwrap. It was a short white apron and the confused expression on his face made Rose laugh out loud. "Well, put it on! Or would you prefer to go around naked all day? Miranda is coming soon, and it doesn't make any difference to me whether you are naked or not." At the mention of his sister, Max quickly tied on the 'apron' and stammered, "But, but . . . it's not . . . " "Not what?" "It does not cover me," said Max. "Isn't there something else? Miranda packed my clothes." "I sent them home with her last night. As I told you, I am in complete control of your life, including what you wear. It pleases me for you to wear what you have on, unless of course, you wish to go naked." "No, no please, this is fine," said Max, sensing that Rose was becoming angry. "Good. Now go draw a bath for me. I need to get cleaned up before Miranda gets here." Max turned and walked back into the bathroom and within a few seconds Rose could hear the water running, filling the tub. Getting out of bed, she stretched, removing some of the stiffness of sleep. Looking at her naked body in the mirror, Rose passed a critical eye over herself, noting various imperfections that would have remained unnoticed by anyone but herself. Rose was, in short, stunningly beautiful. Her body was voluptuous, full, and large. Her soft, large DD breasts were not the least of her wonderful physical features either. Thick thighs, a delightfully round ass, and full belly complemented her ample upper body, and made her striking to behold. Rose, frowned slightly at her appearance, a perfectionist to the end, sighed and moved toward the bathroom. Looking up from beside the tub, Max blushed at her naked body and looked away quickly. Rose smiled to herself again at his obvious bashfulness, and stepped into the tub, settling into the warm water, and luxuriating at the feel of the soothing liquid running over her beautiful body. Max stood up, turning to leave, but she called him back, "Where do you think you're going? Part of your daily duties is attending to my physical needs, not just my sexual ones. This includes my bath." Max, turned and stood looking at the floor and stammered, "But I thought you wanted privacy . . . you're naked and . . . and . . . " "And what?" "Well . . . I . . . it's just . . . " Rose was enjoying his discomfort, but restrained her display of humor. After all, if she was to get anywhere with breaking him in, she would need to impose some authority and discipline. "We're married and you saw me naked last night just as I saw you naked. You need to overcome these silly inhibitions. It's your duty to serve me as I see fit, and this includes the bath. Would you have me bathe fully clothed? "No," said Max softly, still staring at the floor and blushing. "Good, then get over here and help me." "Yes Mistress," said Max, stepping slowly to the side of the tub. "Now kneel down beside me, get the soap and the sponge and wash me." Max looked at the soap and sponge on the opposite wall of the tub, as if they were a thousand miles away. Slowly he reached out, taking both and being careful not to touch Rose, dipped them in the water and slowly soaped the sponge. When he was finished, Max hesitated, looking at Rose though the clear water, searching for a spot to begin, trying not to look at her breasts and pussy, desperately seeking a neutral territory to begin the intimate task of cleaning his Mistress. After of few moments (during which Rose struggled to suppress her amusement at his obvious predicament), he softly lowered the soapy sponge to her tummy and circled it slowly around her navel. As his circles widened, his pace slowed till he was just under her breasts and above the bikini line. At this point, Max paused, and slowly started to spiral in again. Rose, knowing it was time to assert her authority and knowing that time was becoming short before Miranda arrived said, "My stomach is clean enough already, get on with it!" Max blushed and stopped starring at his sudsy hands, frozen in embarrassment at what must logically and inevitably follow. Rose, seeing he needed some direction said, "Do by breasts. And let's get going. Miranda will be here very soon." Rose's words thawed Max's hands, her direction providing the need impetus to his mind so he could move the sponge to her large, full, soft breasts floating in the warm water of the bath tub. As he moved the sponge over Rose's mountainous mounds of femininity, his penis stiffened and rose from under the scant cover of the white garment his Mistress had provided as his only protection from embarrassing observation. When he was fully erect, as was clearly evident to even the most casual observer, Rose said, "Now my pussy." Max blushed furiously at the word 'pussy' and, as if dragging a huge weight, slowly moved the soapy sponge to Rose's sex. Rose let out an audible sigh when the sponge touched her sex, and Max flinched as if hit. Rose closed her eyes as he started to rub, reveling in the wonderful sensation of sponge against her clitoris. When Max lifted the sponge after only a few strokes, Rose grabbed his hand and pushed it down onto her pussy saying, "I'll tell you when it's clean." Max slowly continued to 'clean' her and Rose moaned with each stroke. Half opening her eyes, she could see that Max's penis was throbbing as it moved in regular pulse-like jerks under the cloth. Within a few minutes, an orgasm swept her body and Rose cried out softly, enjoying the wonderful wet pleasure of the bath and her new pet servicing her. Reluctantly, she grabbed his wrist and said, "Enough for now. Get a towel, and dry me. We are running out of time." Sighing she stood like Venus emerging from the sea, the cooling water running down her voluptuous body as she waited for the towel. Normally she would have made Max dry her, but time was short, so she took the towel from Max and said, "I'll dry myself today. Miranda will be here any minute. Go set the table on the patio; I'll be there in a few minutes." Relieved, Max turned and walked out of the bathroom, his penis sticking straight out and still visibly throbbing at his reluctant, but obvious excitement. Relaxed, Rose toweled herself dry and stepped out of the tub. God! She was enjoying him. How she loved to get him excited, but deny him release. Tonight when she did let him cum, she knew he would explode, shooting cum uncontrollably everywhere. But one pleasure at a time. First, there was Miranda, then an afternoon full of relaxing fun. She was really going to enjoy this honeymoon, and there was no need to rush things. In this she agreed with Miranda: Max needed to be not only enjoyed and savored, but handled slowly and with care. Otherwise, his innocence would be lost forever. After passing the comb though her blonde hair, Rose put on a thin satin robe, that did little to cover her wonderful figure, and walked purposely out through the bedroom and into the living room. Glancing to her right, she could see Max setting the table just outside on the patio. He was still erect, but clearly less excited. Just then the door bell rang, and Rose turned left toward the door. Looking down, she noticed that she had forgotten her slippers, so she called to Max over her shoulder, "Max, get my slippers for me while I answer the door. They are in my closet." Max startled by the doorbell, felt his heart leap to his mouth. Panic struck him at the thought of someone seeing him essentially naked. He was even more horrified that it might be his sister. Given the chance to retreat, Max almost ran to the bedroom to get Rose's slippers. In the next room, he heard the muffled noise of Rose opening the door, and her greeting his sister. Panic struck, Max stood over Rose's slippers in front of the open closet door, listening to the voices of the two women in his life, chatting happily and laughing in the next room. Miranda and Rose were good friends, and in fact it was Miranda that was responsible for introducing Rose to him, and ultimately their marriage. The two women talked and acted as if they had known each other all their lives, though in reality, it had been less than a year. Listening to their comfortable conversation, calmed Max's panic, but he stood, slippers in hand, listening to them, still frightened to return and reveal himself to his sister. Instead he stood and listened, hoping the two women would lose themselves in conversation and forget him. Rose greeted Miranda warmly when she opened to the door, and the two women hugged, kissing each other lightly on the cheek. "Come in!" said Rose, holding the door wide, and gesturing with her right arm. Miranda entered, and after closing the door, Rose said, "Here let me help you." Miranda had brought their lunch and her arms held two bags, whose contents filled the room with a mouth-watering aroma. Taking a bag, Rose led the way to the patio, where Max had set the table. "Sit down and make yourself comfortable." Sitting down, Miranda said, "So did everything go OK?" "Yes," said Rose, a broad simile on her face. "Your brother was wonderful! I can't tell you how happy and pleased I am. I can't thank you enough." Obviously relieved, Miranda sat back in her chair and relaxed. She had been worried. Although Max loved Rose, he was so very naïve and innocent and Miranda had worried that he might have been a big disappointment to Rose. "You were worried for nothing, as usual," continued Rose, seeing the tension leave her sister-in- law's face. "In fact, things could not have gone better. I can't wait till later." Miranda smiled sheepishly, but was relieved to hear that Rose was happy and that things were going so well. "You must tell me all about it, but later, of course. I am so relieved to hear he performed well. I can't tell you how anxious I was." "Indeed. You were anxious, and as we thought, he did superbly. You worry yourself for nothing, Miranda dear." "So how is he? I did hope to visit with you both." "I sent him to get my slippers just as you rang the bell. I don't know what's keeping him. Max! What's keeping you? Your sister's here and she would like to see you. Come here at once!" At the sound of his name, Max almost dropped the slippers. He knew that he needed to bring them to Rose, but his feet would not move. The thought of Miranda seeing him like this, kept them firmly planted in place, as if glued to the carpet. "Max! Please come here at once. Miranda is waiting." Max jumped at the sound of Rose calling his name again, and he knew that he must go, still he hesitated, looking around the room wildly for something, anything that might come to his aide. "Max!" called Rose a third time, "come here now! Don't make me come and get you." The harsh tone of Rose's call made Max jump, releasing his feet from the invisible bond that held them so firmly to the carpet. Slowly and reluctantly, he edged toward the door, slippers in hand. Fortunately, Miranda's back was to the patio door, so she could not see him approach. If she had been facing him, Max knew he would have bolted back inside the bedroom. As if walking through a viscous liquid, Max approached the patio door slowly, as if he were proceeding to the edge of a precipice. When he was almost to the door, Rose looked up and said, "There you are at last! What took so long?" Miranda turned to look at him, and Max froze again, under sisters' gaze. Smiling, her eyes swept over him, and glancing at Rose, she rose to greet her brother. "Max dear, you look great! I was just chatting with Rose, and she told me you are having a wonderful time. I am so pleased!" Max stood frozen at the threshold of the patio door, blushing under his sister's gaze and at her words. "Well, what are you waiting for? Come here! My feet are getting cold." The sound of his Mistress' voice spurred Max into motion again, and he stepped over the threshold onto the patio, holding the slippers out to Rose. Miranda embraced him warmly, giving him a light peck on the cheek, and then sat down again. Rose took the slippers and put them on her feet, and turned back toward Miranda, Max standing awkwardly, at her side. "So what are your plans for today? I can't get over how wonderful and happy you both look!" said Miranda. "Yes," said Rose, putting her arm around Max's waist and pulling him close to her. "We are so very happy, aren't we Max?" "Yes," said Max starting to come out of his daze. Seeing his sister and Miranda so casual about everything was starting to affect him. Rose smiled up at him and then at Miranda. "We had such a wonderful time at the reception and, of course last night." Max blushed again at Rose's reference to last evenings activities. "Married life seems to agree with you both," said Miranda noting her brother's embarrassment at the topic. "I am so very happy for both of you!" "Thanks," said Rose. Moving her hand from Max's waist, she started to stroke his bare behind. Max's blush deepened at the obvious intimate touch, and he could feel his penis becoming very stiff again. "Your brother is a marvelous person," continued Rose moving her hand now to Max's balls, cupping them under the cloth, which seemed to rise magically. Max could not believe what was happening. He was completely erect, in front of his sister, the cloth draped over his penis doing little to conceal anything. Rose moved her hand under the cloth and stroked his erect penis in an obvious sexual gesture of married intimacy. Max blushed red to the waist, but as his embarrassment and humiliation grew, so did his obvious excitement. "As you can see," said Rose, continuing to stoke him, "Max is really enjoying himself." "Yes," replied Miranda and both women laughed. "Well, I don't want to keep you lovebirds too long," said Miranda rising. "You need to be alone so you can enjoy your honeymoon. I hope you like the food I brought. I'll check-in, in a day or so." "Thanks for the goodies," said Rose rising. "Come by whenever, we'll be here." With that, the two women embraced, and Miranda patted Max on the cheek and said, "Relax and enjoy. Remember what I told you. It's your duty to make Rose happy." "I'll try," said Max. With that Miranda left, leaving the newlyweds alone again. "Sit Max, and eat," said Rose opening one of the bags Miranda brought. "You'll need your energy for later." Max to his surprise found he was hungry and he ate with gusto. He had not eaten much the previous day, being both busy and anxious. When they finished, Max cleared the table and cleaned up, while Rose watched him. Rose had given some thought as to spending their first full day together as a married couple. She had discussed this day several times with Miranda, and the two women had come to the conclusion, that it should be spent relaxing around the house and pool, giving Max time to adjust to married life. In fact, the two women had planned out the entire honeymoon week, months ago. This was going to be a very pleasurable week for Rose, and an enlightening one for Max. Their agenda for the day was simple. Rose wanted to keep Max in a near constant state of sexual excitement. He would not be allowed to cum until that evening. This would start to establish Rose's complete control over his life from the get-go. After the honeymoon, Rose had some work ahead of her training Max, but for now she would just enjoy him. However, a little work would obviously have to be done, to get things off on the correct footing. Rose had already instructed Max to address her as 'Mistress' and that he needs to obey her without question. The Honeymoon However, she had not had time to complete her instructions, so when Max was finished cleaning up, she said, "Come here and sit, I have some things to tell you." Max walked over to the patio table and sat by his Mistress, nervous at what was to come next. Unlike Rose, Max and not given any thought to their honeymoon. He had been kept busy planning the wedding and with the thought of pleasing Rose, as he was frequently admonished to do by his sister in the days prior to the big event. Now that he was married and alone with her on their honeymoon, he was uncertain as to what would happen next or what was expected of him. The previous night had been an eye-opener for him. Sexually he had been awakened, but he was unsure of what to make of this new found awareness. Max therefore listened anxiously to what Rose was telling him. "Last night I gave you some instructions, and I am pleased to say you have followed them well. However, there are a few additional things that remain to be said that we did not have time to discuss in all the excitement. After our honeymoon, I will train you further, but for now we will concentrate on the things of immediate importance." "Yes Mistress," said Max. Eager to please Rose, he concentrated fully on her words, trying to make sure he fully understood her. "You know to call me Mistress, and I was happy you remembered to do so this morning. You also know that you must obey me immediately and without question. As for yourself, there are a few things you must do and refrain from doing every day. First, you are never to touch your penis, unless I give you permission. To pee, you are to sit down. Never, ever, pee standing up." "Yes Mistress," said Max slightly bewildered. "I won't." "Good. Make sure you don't. If I catch you doing otherwise, you will be extremely sorry. Second, you must lube your ass and keep it lubed at all times. "Here," said Rose pulling a tube of KY-Jelly from the pocket of her robe and handing it to him. "Use this, and a lot of it. You will find more in the bathroom. Most likely you will need to apply it several times a day." Max took the tube, and looking even more bewildered said, "Mistress I am not sure I understand." "Your ass is for my use, whenever and wherever I want it. You must be available at all times for me." Max blushed as he replied, "Yes Mistress." "Now as you did not have time to put any on this morning, do so now." "Yes Mistress," said Max getting up and moving toward the house. "Where are you going?" "To the bathroom, to put this on Mistress, like you said." "Put it on here, in front of me," said Rose. "I want to make sure you do it correctly." Max blushed at the thought of doing this in front of Rose, but he dared not protest. Unscrewing the cap to the tube, the squeezed out a dollop of the clear jelly onto his fingers. Reaching behind with both hands, he parted his ass and placed the jelly in his crack. "Just as I thought," said Rose. "That's not correct. You must use more jelly and place it into your ass." "Stick my fingers up inside?" "Yes." Max's blush deepened. The thought of fingering himself like this in front of Rose was so humiliating. He could feel his penis getting erect again, and this deepened his sense of shame. Taking more jelly, he placed it over his anus and moved his fingers inward, until he penetrated himself. The sensation of something up his ass made his penis throb and his embarrassment increased further. Under Rose's watchful gaze he repeated the application several times until she was satisfied. When he was finished, Max felt loose and open, and of course his penis was painfully erect and throbbing. This new sensation also made him feel like a slut, exciting him still further. Miranda had warned him about being a slut, and what happened to 'bad boys'. She had been very strict in bringing Max up, teaching him to be both modest and chaste. Max was learning that married life seemed to be in conflict with his up-bringing and the new feelings he was experiencing for the first time left him feeling torn. "That's how you must apply it every day. Remember, your ass is your male cunt, and you will refer to it that way from now on." "Yes Mistress," said Max feeling even more like a slut at the sexual reference to his lubed ass. "Now go into the bedroom and get my strap-on and bring it here." "Yes Mistress," said Max quickly moving to do as Mistress commanded. Going into the house, Max remembered the previous night. Before then, Max had never seen a strap-on or even knew what one was. Now as he went to fetch the device, he was torn again between shame and excitement. He remembered the awful shame of being penetrated in his ass . . . or male cunt, as Rose required he now think of it . . . and then the deep humiliation of her thrusting in and out of him, followed by the cries and shuddering from her body, as Rose took her pleasure on him. God! He felt like such a slut, it was against everything Miranda had taught him. Worse, it made him so excited and his penis throbbed and stood wildly erect. Then the ultimate embarrassment, he had an orgasm right in front of Rose, with milky cream spewing out of his penis, like in his wet dreams, but only more, much more. As he returned with his Mistress's device, he wondered anxious if she was going to force this humiliation on him again so soon. Returning, he held of the strap-on to Rose, who shook her head and said, "Go clean it first. Use warm water and lots of soap." "Where shall I clean it?" said Max. "The kitchen skin will be fine. And treat it with care, mind you!" "Yes Mistress," said Max carefully carrying the strap-on into the kitchen, his erection bobbing as he walked, making him continuously aware of his embarrassing and obvious state of excitement with each step. Max washed the device thoroughly but gently in warn-water, using lots of mild soap, until it was spotless. Rose, who was watching through the window from her seat on the patio said, "That's good. Now dry it with some paper towels and bring it here." Max complied, returning with the spotless device to Rose. Taking the strap-on from him, she examined it, nodded and said, "Good job." Placing the strap-on on the table, Rose loosened her robe and opened the front, exposing her luscious and wonderful body. Max blushed at the site of his Mistress' exposed body, his erection returning in force again. Rose paid him little attention as she stood, and pointing at the strap-on commanded, "Pick it up." Max quickly complied, his hands trembling slightly. "This will be our standard ritual, and you must learn it. You will assist me as now, in putting on my strap-on. First you must kneel before me, holding it in both hands." Rose paused a moment pointing to the ground in front of her, while Max knelt down. "Now kiss it, reverently, as it is both the instrument of my pleasure and your fulfillment." Blushing Max gently kissed the dildo portion of the device. "Now hand it to me." Rose took the strap-on and with quick, efficient, and expert movements strapped it into place, covering her pussy. The strap-on was well designed to provide clitoral stimulation to the wearer and with a black harness and flesh colored dildo looked very natural on Rose. "Now kiss it again, and then suck it." Max blushed, but complied with his Mistress' command. Bending forward, he gently kissed the dildo, then taking it in his mouth, started sucking the end. Grabbing the base of the dildo, Rose pushed it deeper into Max's mouth saying, "Lubricate it well my pet!" Max struggled with the device in his mouth, but did the best he could to please his Mistress. After what seemed quite awhile (but was actually only a minute or so), Rose said, "That's good enough," and removed the phallus from his mouth. "Get up and bend over. Lean against the table with your hands." With knees trembling and erection shamefully hard, Max stood and turned around, leaning against the table, his ass in the air, exposed for his Mistress' use. Max knew from the previous night what was coming, but he hoped somehow Rose would spare him this most humiliating of embarrassments. "My look how wet your male cunt is," commented Rose. "If I knew you were this excited, I wouldn't have made you wait so long. Poor pet, you must have been suffering since you woke up this morning!" Max's mouth gaped open but he did not know what to say. In truth he was excited, but not in the manner Rose had indicated. "Well let's take care of you without further delay," said Rose. And with a slow but firm push, she positioned the dildo over his anus and slid it into place. Max gasped at the sudden intrusion, but the sensation of the dildo in his ass made his erect penis start to throb. "There my slut, is that better?" asked Rose starting to thrust with a slow, but steady rhythm. Max blushed to the waist in humiliation. He was being used in the most shameful and humiliating way again by his Mistress. Worse, he was frantic with excitement! His penis throbbed and his ass felt wonderfully full. He could hear Rose's breathing increase and feel her soft, thick thighs pressing against his ass and legs. His Mistress moaned in pleasure and it was obvious she was enjoying using him. "Soon pet you will lose some of your shyness and beg me to use you this way," said Rose panting, and clearly excited. "We are married and this is what married people do. You must learn to express your desires to me, instead of letting yourself go around in a state of sexual excitement all day." Rose increased the rhythm of her thrusting and Max became ultra excited. The sensation of the dildo in his ass made his penis throb uncontrollably. Max was unaware that the dildo was stimulating his prostate and driving him close to orgasm. All he could feel was the intense stimulation and humiliation of the situation, and he began to moan. Suddenly Rose moaned and her breathing increased as she reached climax. The thrusting in Max's ass slowed, but the depth of the penetration increased. Max could feel Rose's body pressing against his, the dildo buried completely in his ass. When Rose's orgasm passed, she slowly withdrew the dildo, and settled into one of the patio chairs. Max, left on the verge of orgasm was frantic for release. Standing up, he looked down; his penis was completely erect and painfully hard. It throbbed visibly under the scant cloth that covered it. Max moved his hand to touch it, but stopped remembering Rose's admonition not to touch himself without her permission. Max was so close to cumming, all it would take was a few quick strokes. Desperate, he looked up at Rose and said, "Mistress, please may I touch myself?" "Why?" replied Rose. "Mistress, I . . . it . . . it feels so . . . I . . . please, please Mistress!" Rose smiled at his predicament. This was exactly what she wanted. He was on the verge of cumming, but needed that last bit of direct stimulation to achieve release. "Max, I don't understand. If you can't clearly express what you want, I can't help you." Max blushed furiously, but driven by desperation, he gave words to his desire. "Mistress can I please touch myself so I can cum? Please I need to cum so bad!" "Oh, is that it? Well, no you need to learn to cum during sex, when I am inside. You should have said something earlier. Perhaps next time." Max could not believe his ears. How could she leave him like this, so close to cumming, especially after using him in such a humiliating manner. The tension between his humiliation and sexual frustration was too much, and Max stated to cry. Rose was delighted. Standing, she took Max in her arms and pushed his face into her ample, soft breasts. She could feel his tears, wet on her skin. Stroking his head, she soothed him. "Shush, shush. There will be other times. You must learn to tell me what you want. I know it seems harsh now, but if I don't do this, you won't learn. And you have a lot to learn." Max felt so ashamed and humiliated and it took awhile before his tears subsided. When he was calm, he found that although his penis was no longer throbbing, it was still erect. Having his face in Rose's beautiful, large, full, soft breasts was more than enough to keep his penis from deflating completely. There was also an uncomfortable full feeling in his groin. Max did not recognize it as a full prostate gland, denied release, but it kept him stubbornly and shamefully erect. Rose sat down again on the chair, and pulled Max onto her lap. "There, there, that's not so bad, is it?" she cooed, wiping the remaining tears from his cheeks. "No Mistress," answered Max. Reaching behind Max, Rose untied the apron strings and let Max's only covering fall to the ground. "Let's see how you are doing, shall we?" Max blushed as his erection was exposed to Rose's full view. "My, my," said Rose observing his erection, "you are still excited." Max blushed furiously at her comment, his eyes drawn uncontrollably to his stiff member. Rose seeing his gaze, moved her hand and stroked his penis lightly. Max moaned under her velvet tough. "Do you like it when I do that?" Max blushed again and said, "Yes Mistress I do." "Would you like me to continue?" asked Rose stroking him again. "Yes Mistress," said Max turning even redder. Rose stroked him lightly again, slowly. Max shuddered under her strokes and moaned. Rose knew she had to be careful. She wanted him exited, extremely excited, but she did not want him to cum. That needed to wait till tonight when she took him up the ass again. "Tell me how you feel then," said Rose continuing to stoke him, very lightly and slowly. "Ashamed and excited, anxious," replied Max nervously, looking at Rose stroking his penis. "I know my pet," said Rose. "But you should not be. Do you know why you feel this way?" "No," said Max. "I did not expect it to be this way. Miranda told me that 'good boys' don't do these things." "What things?" "What we did last night, today, now . . ." Rose smiled to herself enjoying his innocence. "Didn't Miranda tell you anything about married life?" "Well . . . yes . . . that I was to do whatever you asked and that it is my duty to please you. I hoped that I have pleased you Mistress." "Indeed you have. But the things we are doing are completely natural for married people. As a male and a member of the inferior sex, you must submit to me sexually and satisfy me whenever I desire. These are the things women desire. Your male cunt was made to be used this way by me. You are doing fine and pleasing me greatly. It's fine to feel ashamed. After all, as a woman I am your Mistress and submitting to my control can be embarrassing and humiliating. But it pleases me and that is your duty." "Yes Mistress," moaned Max, feeling a little better, but feeling shamefully excited. "Now run along and get dinner ready. I am going to take a dip in the pool." "Yes Mistress," said Max, getting up, both relieved and disappointed when Rose stopped stroking his excited penis. Max prepared dinner from the offerings Miranda had brought earlier. The newlyweds ate their first dinner together alone, with Max serving his new Mistress and Rose thoroughly enjoying herself. God! Being married was great! Rose wished she had met and married Max sooner. Being served and catered too was such a bonus to humiliating and controlling her new pet. After dinner, the couple sat on the sofa, and Rose continued her teasing of Max. She had not allowed him to replace the apron, so he was naked, lubed and available. Turning on some music, she idly stroked his penis, as she had that afternoon, lightly and slowly. Max moaned softly at her attentions, ashamed that he was erect again, unable to control himself. Rose continued her petting, and even kissed Max now and again. It did not take long before Max was uncontrollably excited again, his penis throbbing and embarrassingly hard and on display. "I want to have sex with you again," said Rose, making Max blush a deep red. "Get my strap-on and meet me in the bedroom." Max had cleaned the instrument of his continued shame and humiliation earlier, before dinner, so it would be ready for Rose when she next wanted it. Returning to the bedroom with the device, he knelt between his Mistress' open legs and kissed it, before offering it to her. Rose took the strap-on, and stroking her pussy said, "Look at the superior sex my pet, the instrument of your control and domination." Max, blushed and looked at her sex enviously, his penis throbbing. Rose's pussy was beautiful, just like the woman herself. The site of it made Max throb and painfully hard. Rose fastened the strap-on into place, and offered it to Max. Max dutifully kissed it again, and then began to suck. "Good boy," she said, stroking his cheek. "You remembered. Now lay on your back, legs open so I can fuck your cunt." Max blushed but complied with his Mistress' demand. She had not taken him like this before and the act of spreading his legs and seeing her with the strap-on ready to penetrate him was so humiliating that Max blushed a deep red to the waist and turned his head away. "Look at me!" commanded Rose. "Look me in the eyes. I want to see your shame and desire, your longing to be humiliated this way." Max turned his head and looked into his Mistress' eyes. He could see her desire, and hungry need, mixed with amusement at his situation, his being a male, a member of the inferior sex, whose purpose it was to be used and humiliated like this, for her pleasure. Without looking away, Rose took the dildo and positioning over his anus, circled it slowly, pushing slightly against his (until just recently) virgin 'cunt'. Max stiffened at the touch of the dildo, but managed to keep his legs from closing. Not that he had any choice, with his Mistress filling the space between them. Rose said, "Ask for it, slut. Beg for it!" Max was taken aback by her comment. Till that moment he could not have envisioned any way in which his situation could have been made more embarrassing or humiliating. But Rose had found a way to do just that. The thought of having to ask, no beg, to be used in this manner was too much for Max. His mind went numb with embarrassment and humiliation. At the same time his penis went completely and totally rock hard, throbbing intensely and uncontrollably. Rose either saw or sensed what had happened to him and she hissed harshly, "Beg for it slut! Now!" Her words must have triggered some automatic process in this brain, for Max found himself saying, "Oh Mistress! Please fuck me! Use me for your pleasure, please! I need you so badly. Please, oh please Mistress, take me now, please!" "Slut!" said Rose. "You are so pitifully shameful!" And with that, she plunged the dildo into his ass, sinking it to the base of the harness. Max let out a long deep moan. The pleasure of having his Mistress in his male cunt was incredible. As Rose began to thrust, the device massaged his prostate driving him to a frantic need for release. The act of being used like this was so incredibly humiliating that Max's desire became uncontrollable. Without realizing it he found himself crying, "Oh yes! Yes! Oh God, yes! Oh Yes. Mistress fuck me. Please use me! Oh yes! Yes!" Looking into Max's eyes, Rose could see them fill with desire and an intense longing to be used like this. This and Max's cries drove her over the edge to orgasm, the waves of intense pleasure sweeping her body. Rose came, and came again with Max moaning and crying under her. Sensing her release and not wanting to be deprived again, Max begged, "Please Mistress, let me cum, please! I need to cum so badly, please!" This is what Rose had been waiting for all day. She knew his release would be explosive. With one quick and graceful motion, she released the straps from the harness of the strap-on, and leaving the device still penetrating Max, moved her freed body, plunging herself onto Max's penis, taking him entirely into her vagina, enveloping him in her soft female wonderfulness. Max moaned and exploded inside his Mistress, the intense waves of pleasure almost driving him unconscious. Rose too, exploded in a body shaking orgasm and the newlyweds withered together in pleasure. The Honeymoon The next morning Max awoke, entangled in Rose's wonderfully feminine body, his penis entangled in her legs and pussy. Max realized he must, in fact have lost consciousness very soon after cumming, since he could remember nothing after the moment of release. Rose must have removed the strap-on from his ass or it had fallen out during the night, for he was unencumbered by the shameful device. Rose was still asleep and Max lay still not wanting to disturb her. He reflected on the events of the previous night and the previous day. Max had never experienced such humiliation and shame or such intense physical pleasure. The two seemed to be intimately linked, inseparable; two basic emotional elements fused together to form a feeling substance greater than their sum. Max also began to wonder what it was like for Rose. She was clearly experiencing great pleasure from their union, yet she was confident, in control, casual yet commanding. For the first time in this life, Max pondered what it was like to be a woman. Unlike him, Rose did not experience any shame or humiliation; in fact, the exact opposite was true. She derived her pleasure, in part, from his humiliation. It must be wonderful to be a woman thought Max, so confident, dignified, and in control. As Max reflected on these things, Rose awoke and stretched. "Ah, pet did you sleep well?" "Yes Mistress," replied Max. "I hope you did too." "Yes indeed, my pet." Looking at the clock, Rose noted it was past noon again. Married life was so very wonderful she thought. And things could only get better! Her plans for the next two days called for a repeat of the last one, with some variations. The idea was to continue Max's indoctrination into married life, and servitude. Miranda had urged her to go slow, and Rose had been convinced by her arguments. After all she had lived with her brother all his life, raising him and caring for him. Rose could not compare the few months of courtship with her years of experience. Still, it took some discipline and patience on her part not to rush things. Max had performed superbly last night. His frantic desire, longing looks, and cries of passion exceeded her wildest expectations. What was even better, he was retaining his natural embarrassment and self conscious shame. She would be able to humiliate him endlessly, for years to come. In short, a lifetime of domination and humiliation waited for him and a lifetime of pleasure for her. Miranda had warned her against rushing things, and it was tempting to accelerate the pace of his indoctrination. However, Rose was both disciplined and patient and as such decided to stick with the honeymoon plan. "Get my bath ready Max. I'll be there in a minute." "Yes Mistress," said Max getting out of bed, blushing at his nakedness, knowing he was exposed to his Mistress' full view. Rose sighed at his retreat. Yes, patience and discipline she thought; patience and discipline! The next two days were spent like the first, except that the happy couple had no visitors, not even Miranda. Rose mercilessly teased Max all day, keeping him in a near continuous state of sexual excitement, with no release. Of course, she did not deprive herself, using him frequently for her pleasure. The next day and evening, she allowed him no release, leaving him sexually frustrated and emotionally tense. That night, he cried himself to sleep in her arms, she stroking his throbbing penis, being careful not to let him cum. The next afternoon, she let him cum explosively again then fucked him up the ass, twice, his limp penis dripping and useless. That night, she forced him to satisfy her orally then denied him again. Max wept openly, but Rose admonished him harshly, asserting her dominance and control. The next day, their fourth since the wedding, Miranda visited them again in the early afternoon. Rose had just finished her bath, and Max was cleaning up both himself and the bedroom, giving the two women a chance to talk. "How's it going with Max?" inquired Miranda. "Excellent!" replied Rose. "He is coming along quite nicely, ahead of schedule I would say." Rose proceeded to explain in detail, the events of the last four days telling her sister of Max's responses and progress. Miranda nodded when Rose finished her report and said, "I must agree, he is doing exceptionally well. Still, do you think he is ready for tomorrow?" "Yes," said Rose. "It's now or never. He needs to take the next step; otherwise we will need to revise his training schedule after the honeymoon." Miranda considered what she had heard, weighing her personal knowledge and experience of her brother against what Rose had told her. Miranda tended to be a bit of a worrier and she realized Rose was right. It was now or never for Max. He needed to take the next step. She would rely on Rose's assessment; after all she was never sexual with Max, and she had no desire in this area, beyond insuring that he would prove an adequate partner to Rose. "Ok," she said finally. "You're right. It's now or never." "I am glad you agree," said Rose. "I need to make some final preparations. You can visit with Max while I'm gone; it won't take long, an hour or so." "Fine," said Miranda, "I'd like to chat with Max for a while. Take your time." Rose nodded and said, "Ok, see you later." After Rose left, Miranda waited patiently for her brother to finish his morning chores. She knew he was probably reluctant to present himself, since he had only the skimpy white cloth covering him. After about twenty minutes, Max appeared, apparently out of excuses to delay their meeting. Rose had told him his sister was there before she left, so Max knew she was waiting for him. Seeing her brother, Miranda rose and greeted him with a hug and peck on the cheek. Max blushed at his sister's embrace and held himself away from her body the best he could to avoid any contact that might reveal his shameful state. "How are you Max?" said Miranda, sitting down. "Ok, good," said Max also taking a seat at the patio table, more to conceal his body than to relieve his tired feet. Miranda looked at her brother sympathetically. She knew Max was experiencing new feelings and sensations, and was having to come to grips with being married and all that this entailed. "I know it must be hard for you Max," she said in her gentlest tone. "But you are doing very well. I talked to Rose and she is very pleased." "Really?" inquired Max, worried that he might not be pleasing his Mistress. "Yes, really," confirmed Miranda. "Tell me what's bothering you Max. You should be happy. Maybe I can help you." Max blushed, but he did want to confide in his sister. After all, she had been his sole source of guidance till he married Rose. "It's just . . . just so embarrassing," blushed Max. "I . . . I can't . . . it's so hard to say . . ." "What is? Tell me Max," insisted his sister. "There is no need to be embarrassed. Rose told me everything that has happened." Max blushed a deep red at hearing this. God! How could Rose have told her everything! It was so very humiliating. But, remembered Max, not for Rose. Confiding in his sister Max said, "It's all so humiliating. I didn't think it would be like this. I love Rose and so want to please her, but the things she wants to do . . ." Max blushed again. "I know Max dear," said Miranda trying to comfort him. "But this is a natural part of married life. You should be pleased that you are making Rose so happy." "Yes, I know," said Max still blushing. "Rose told me I make her happy. She said it was normal to feel ashamed and humiliated. That it was natural, since I was the inferior sex." Miranda suppressed a smile. Rose's way of referring to males that was both accurate and amusing, but she didn't want to appear unsympathetic to Max. "Rose is both right and accurate in what she told you. Your feelings of shame and humiliation are perfectly normal." "Oh, Miranda! Why do I have to be a male? It's so very humiliating! I get hard all time around Rose and I can't control it. Why does it have to show? It's so embarrassing!" "I know dear," said Miranda. "Males are that way. They don't have any control like women do. You should be careful, because one day it might get you into trouble. But on the other hand, if it wasn't for males, we women would not have the pleasure and joy you bring us. You should rejoice in the pleasure you bring Rose. If it wasn't for you, she would be so unsatisfied. Also the fact, from what I hear, you are also experiencing the pleasures of physical love." Max turned completely red at this, for it was true and very, very embarrassing to talk to his sister about. "I can see it's true," said Miranda patting his hand and smiling slyly. "You are going to make a wonderful partner for Rose. You should stop fretting. Rose has many well-thought out plans for you. You may not understand them now, but eventually you will, and you will see that she is right and has your best interests at heart. Soon you will see, at least in part, what I mean. Prepare yourself, and accept whatever happens. I have discussed this already with Rose and I agree that this is what is best for you. Remember above all else, it's your duty to please her!" Max wanted to question his sister more about the things Rose had planned, but just then he heard the door open, and Rose walked in. "Having a nice visit, I see." "Yes, lovely," said Miranda. Rose smiled, and looking at Max said, "I need to talk with Miranda for a few minutes, why don't you go and get lunch ready?" "Yes Mistress," said Max getting up and going into the house. When the two women were alone, Rose said, "Everything is ready for tonight and tomorrow. Are you sure you won't join us?" "No," answered Miranda. "I don't have those feelings for Max and anyway, I would probably inhibit him if I was there." Rose nodded, silently acquiescing to her sister. "Ok, I understand. I'll call you the day after tomorrow and let you know how things went." "Fine," said Miranda standing. "I'll be anxious to hear how it went." The two women hugged and Miranda said, "Good bye and good luck!" On her way out, Miranda hugged her brother good bye and said, "Remember what I told you. Rose loves you and only has your best interests at heart. Please her and everything will be fine." With that she left leaving Max and Rose alone again to enjoy their lunch and each other. Rose's post honeymoon plans called for training Max to serve her in every way she desired for the rest of their lives. She had planned a rather rigorous program with Miranda in the weeks and months prior to their wedding. In fact, Rose had done little else since becoming engaged to Max. Poor Miranda bore the blunt of planning and arranging the wedding, but had somehow found time to work with Rose on her brother's training plan. The two women had given the post- honeymoon program some thought, and parts of the training had logically and necessarily spilled over into the honeymoon (or as Miranda referred to it, post nuptial adjustment) period. The problem was that Max was just too innocent and naive concerning sex and the demands of serving someone as experienced and sophisticated as Rose. As such, the two women had planned a slow progression of escalating sexual experiences during the honeymoon week that would hopefully leave Max better prepared for the rigors of what was to follow. His training would occupy months if not an entire year, and one scant week of preparation allowed little room for maneuvering. Rose reflected on their pre-nuptial discussions. "Maybe you should have a longer honeymoon, perhaps two weeks instead of one, or ease into the training program more slowly," Miranda had suggested. "Hmm," said Rose considering the alternatives. "The latter is a real possibility, of course. However, dragging out the honeymoon has its own problems." "How's that?" asked Miranda. "Well, we run the risk of having him become complacent or resistant and, hard as it is to believe, even defiant. With males it's best to take control immediately and be firm. " Miranda reflected on her future sister's points. "It was hard to picture Max as ever being defiant. However, he could be stubborn in his own way and he definitely had a tendency toward being complacent. "Perhaps, you're right," she said at last. "Still we could stretch out the training period. Perhaps move the last few activities planned for the honeymoon there instead." Rose considered this. Miranda definitely had a point there. But she was also a little too conservative, especially when it came to her brother. "Still . . . what is the downside of not waiting, of keeping to the planned schedule?" "You could traumatize him," replied Miranda. "After all he has no sexual experience whatsoever beyond a few wet dreams. He has never even masturbated. If you push him too hard, force too many new experiences on him, he might withdraw into a shell. Believe me I know. I've studied this in psychology when I was in college." Rose had to admit that Miranda definitely had a point here. They were dealing with a very naive and inexperienced individual. Pushed too hard, he just might behave as Miranda suggested. Still, Rose's intuition suggested otherwise. Was Miranda just being overly protective? After all, his current situation was due in large part to her (and this was not entirely bad, Rose had to admit). "At some point he is going to have to take the plunge," said Rose. "Delaying it might not help either." Miranda bit her lower lip in indecision. Knowing her brother, he might never be ready. Left to his own, he would never have gotten married. It was getting harder and harder to control him sexually. She had to be extremely vigilant about giving him too much privacy, lest he start masturbating. Miranda never left him alone for more than a few minutes. She timed his showers, and had even taken the door off his bedroom. In fact, this was just what had driven her to find Max a spouse. She knew she was fighting a losing battle and that it was just a matter of time. And once the cat was out of the bag, so to speak, there would be no getting it back in. Miranda knew how strong the male sex drive could be. "Perhaps you're right," said Miranda at last. "But maybe we can delay a decision." "How so?" asked Rose. "Well, it will be a bit of extra work, but we can develop two schedules. Both would start the same, but mid-week during the honeymoon we can get together and see how he is doing, and decide then." Rose thought for a moment then said, "Yes, I like that. Very good, it covers the range of possibilities and gives us some room to maneuver. Yes, that is an excellent idea!" And that's where things had remained until today. Miranda's visit had signaled the deciding point. Rose had relayed Max's progress and had even given Miranda some time to evaluate the situation herself by talking alone with her brother. Both women had come to the conclusion that Max was ready to take the next step. Rose could see that Miranda was still worried, but she had agreed. With that, Rose had set their plan in motion and Max would be in for a most humiliating time. After Max had finished cleaning up after lunch and Rose had finished her reflections, she called him over. "Yes Mistress," said Max. "Shall I get the strap-on?" Rose smiled. This had been their usually routine for the last four days and Max was apparently becoming accustomed to it, even though he was still very embarrassed by the whole thing. If he only knew how prophetic his words were, thought Rose. "No, not today," answered Rose. "We have other things to do. Company is coming tonight, and we must prepare." Rose watched in amusement as Max's face went from relief at not having to perform that afternoon, to panic at hearing the word 'company'. "But Mistress . . . I . . . what . . ." Rose stifled a laugh. The poor thing was probably worried about what he was going to wear. The white apron-like cloth he wore did little to conceal him, even from the most casual observer. If he only knew! That would be the least of his worries tonight! But it was getting late, and their guests would arrive soon, and there was much to do and no time to waist on such trivial matters. "There are groceries in the car, from when I went out earlier. Get them, and then set the table, for six." Max gulped at the word 'six' and stammered, "Yes Mistress. May I ask who is coming?" "Certainly," said Rose. "You met them at the weeding, but you probably don't remember, there were so many new faces for you; my good friends Helen, Jennifer, Anne, and Anne's daughter, Alex." Max gulped at the list of names: female names. "Mistress, what shall I wear?" Rose looked at Max's white apron, noting a few spots from the day's chores. "Yes, your apron is a bit dirty, I see," said Rose allowing him a moments hope. "I have a nice red one, in your dresser for special occasions like this. Wear that one." Max went pale again. He was going to be naked in front of all those women! His penis immediately began to stiffen at the thought. God! How would he survive the dinner tonight? "Well we better get going. There is a lot to do, and they will be here in a few hours," said Rose. Max gulped again, but his Mistress's words spurred him to action. After fetching the groceries from the car, Max started to prepare the evening's meal. Max's one useful (non-sexual) skill was cooking. He had a talent for this, and sister had nurtured it. Rose knew the meal would be excellent, and the evening, of course, unsurpassed! After Max had finished his culinary preparation, he set the table, as instructed, for six. As he set each place, the plates, utensils, glasses and other dining implements felt heavy, as Max pondered with uncertainly about the women who would soon be sitting and using them. Rose was right: Max remembered none of the women he had met on his wedding day. The whole wedding, only five days ago, seemed a lifetime away, a hazy blur of laughter, conversation, and faces he could hardly remember. God! Having lived with Miranda less than a week ago, seemed to be a forgotten dream! When Max was finished, Rose called to him, "It's time for my bath. We need to hurry. We have only an hour left." As Max went to ready his Mistress' bath, he wished the next hour would never pass, but would last till he died, or somehow repeat itself like some micro ground-hog day. When the bath was ready, Rose stepped to the tub, and letting her robe fall to the floor, stepped into the water, like a goddess. Max washed his Mistress dutifully, as he had every day since their marriage. Rose forced him to pay special attention to her wondrous full breasts and her pussy. Max, of course was painfully erect the whole time, and Rose would occasionally reach over the tub to stroke his stiff member idly while he worked. By the time Max was done, he was throbbing and fully erect. Rose stepped out of the tub to the waiting towel Max held for her and said, "Take a shower while I dry off and do my hair." Max took his Mistress's place in the tub, but instead of sitting, turned on the shower and started to clean himself. He was careful to only touch his penis enough to clean it, more than a few stokes would have been catastrophic given his current excited state. When he was finished washing he went into the bedroom where Rose was just finishing her hair at the vanity. "Help me dress," she commanded. On the bed, Max found that Rose had laid out her clothes for the evening. A sexy black dress and other female accessories he had never seen her wear. In fact, this was the first time he had assisted her in dressing. She had spent the entire week in her thin robe, relaxing and keeping him sexually excited. When he had finished dressing her, he watched as she inspected herself in the mirror. She was stunning, Max thought as he admired his beautiful Mistress. He was surprised to see her frown slightly as she inspected herself. The Honeymoon You have been dreaming about this day for years. Every woman does from the time they are a little girl. Maybe it's all the Disney movies or the Barbie and Ken dolls that they play with, but they all have the same dream, the same fantasy. One day their Knight in Shining Armor, their Prince Charming will fall in love with them at first sight, sweeping them off their feet to live happily ever after. You met your white knight at the convention two years ago. After a long day of presentations to Fortune 500 suits you needed a drink. The hotel bar had just started happy hour when you walked in. A mojito and a quiet stool at the end of the bar was just what you needed. About half way through your second drink he walked up and said, "Excellent presentation this morning, my name is Kevin, may I sit with you?" Your Knight in Shining Armor, your Prince Charming just walked into your life. The next two years flew by, they were just a blur. Yes, Kevin fooled around with other women the first year you were together, but you knew he was the one for you. When the two of you got serious the second year, everything clicked. You were soul mates, and the sex was so hot and steamy. For what he lacked in size he made up for with passion, holding you, caressing you, teasing you every time you made love. Even the quickies, the times you just needed to be fucked, to have your pussy ravaged, he took you hard and fast giving you just what you needed. The memory of that night six months ago, when he asked you to marry him, is still fresh in your mind, as if it were yesterday. It was almost perfect, it came so close to what you had dreamed it would be like, spending the afternoon together walking and talking in the park, a quick stop at home to shower and pack a small bag to spend the night at his place. Then off to dinner at your favorite restaurant. Kevin even got down on one knee to ask you to marry him. From there, off to a club to go dancing, everything was perfect. Well, almost everything. Kevin had a few to many drinks celebrating, got a little carried away at the club, telling women he was going off the market soon, asking them for hugs and kisses, going so far as to buy a couple of them drinks. He couldn't even drive home when you were ready to leave. Just getting him to the car was a struggle and he was passed out drunk when you arrived at his place. At least it was his car he threw up in. You still don't know how you got him into the house, finally dumping him on the sofa. There you sat in the dark, with only the moonlight filling the room the night you got engaged. You stared at your ring as he slept; this part was not what you had dreamed it would be like. The ring was gorgeous, just what you had wanted, and you wanted to fuck his brains out to show him how happy you were to marry him. Your kitty was soaking wet just thinking about it, it needed attention right now. Leaning back in the love seat your fingers took care of you that night. You started massaging your outer lips at first, rubbing and squeezing them. Sliding your fingers along the outside of them, up one side then down the other, feeling your wetness as it collected at the bottom of your slit. Next, you barely slid a finger inside your inner lips, teasing yourself, as you worked your way up slowly to your clit. Touching just your hood at first, moving it up and down over your clit. Rolling it between your thumb and forefinger until you couldn't take it any longer. By the time you came, four fingers were deep in your pussy, the palm of your hand pressed against your clit, your hips thrusting against the air as your squirmed in the love seat... That was one of your best orgasms and your Prince Charming was passed out drunk on the couch... The wedding planning went smoothly; everything came together in the six months you had to get it done. It did seem like Kevin was drinking more though, he never drank to the point of passing out before, now it seemed to happen quite frequently. The sex slowed down as well, it lacked the passion it had at the beginning. But you quickly dismissed it as work related stress. Kevin was under a lot of pressure at the bank with all the media attention over the bank's mortgage portfolio. It must have affected his performance. As you made plans for the wedding rehearsal and rehearsal dinner you asked Kevin to have his bachelor party the weekend before the wedding, but his best friend could not fly in the weekend before the wedding and for the wedding too. You knew most of his friends, and knew what type of bachelor party it would be; it definitely needed to be the weekend before the wedding. However, they had to have it the Friday night before your nuptials so the best man could be there. The club where the party was being held had very loose rules; you accepted the fact that your Prince Charming was going to fuck some slut the night before your wedding. Hopefully, he would be too drunk to remember, or even get it up, but then again, if he gets too drunk, he'll be too hung over on Saturday morning to get married since the wedding was to be at 9 AM. If only it could have been an evening wedding, giving him time to sleep it off, but your flight for Aruba left a 2 PM that afternoon… The morning of the wedding all the groom's men reeked of alcohol, but luckily, no one passed out or threw up. Kevin even got through the vows without slurring his words. At the Champagne brunch afterwards, it finally leaked out that not one but two sluts at the club last night had your Kevin's cock in their pussy at the party. You knew he was probably going to fuck someone, but damn, two whores at the bachelor party; and this is the start to your marriage? You were so thankful he slept the entire flight to Aruba, his head resting on your shoulder, waking up occasionally to rub your thigh and tell you he loves you. It gave you time to think, to clear your mind of the past six months and especially last night. When you arrived in Aruba you were ready for a new start. The hotel was fabulous, everything the brochure said it was, and the staff was so friendly, talk about customer service nothing like the hotels in the US. Everyone was so glad to see you, kind and polite; you quickly forgot about the bachelor party and were ready to begin your life as Mrs. Kevin wants to fuck as soon as you walk in the room, but you need a shower and a nap, you still have your bridal make up on and all that gel in your hair. Making a quick promise to him of what the night will be like if he waits for you and you're showered, and in bed sleeping like a baby in twenty minutes. When you awake you glance over at the clock, three hours have passed. The mini bar looks like a hurricane swept through it. You're not sure how much he drank but you're ready to get out of the room and explore and at least he isn't passed out. "Let's go for a walk on the beach and get something to eat honey, then we will come back to the room and fuck the night away, ok dear?" Kevin reluctantly agrees, still wanting to consummate your marriage sooner rather than later. The beach is spectacular, with the sun setting over the blue water, the sand is pure white, and the breeze is just right. You walk holding hands, then arm in arm for half an hour before stopping to sit on the beach and make out. His kisses are so gentle but full of passion, his hand caresses your breast so softly, you can't wait to get back to the room, to have Kevin deep inside you. He slides his hand under your skirt, and smiles when he discovers you're not wearing any panties. Feeling how wet you are, he wants to take you right there. The idea is exciting, being fucked on the beach, the sun setting over the water, but too many people are around. You don't mind being seen by a few people, but the beach is too crowded at this time of evening, maybe later, you think. Squeezing his cock before you get up, you grab his hand and head back to the hotel. The hotel has several restaurants and you discuss which one you are going to dine at tonight on the walk back. Kevin suggests you stop at the bar on the beach for a drink before dinner. Hesitantly you agree, a little worried that he may drink too much and pass out again, but you quickly dismiss the thought when the bartender walks over and greets you. "Hi, my name is Chris and I'll be you host for the evening. Anything you need just ask and I'll make sure you get it. I'm here to serve you and meet all your needs at our hotel." Chris is one of the most handsome black men you have seen. His smile lights up his face, his shaved head shines in the setting sunlight. He is built like an athlete, not huge like a football player nor tall and thin like a basketball player, just perfectly proportioned. His chest is thick and clearly defined under his polo shirt, the short sleeves are stretched to the max around his biceps, and you can see a hint of his well-defined abs if he stands a certain way. A double scotch on the rocks for your husband and a mojito for you are delivered quickly, and Chris makes casual conversation with the two of you as he serves the other guests. A thought flashes through your mind but you quickly dismiss it as craziness, not going to happen. After dinner, Kevin wants to go back to the beach bar for one more drink before heading to the room to fuck the night away. Chris is still there and he spends some time talking to you. He is originally from New York City but has been living in Aruba for the past 10 years, tired of the rat race he just packed up and moved and has been bartending ever since. You lose track of time, and the number of drinks your husband has, because you are engrossed in conversation with the Chris, he is so captivating. That is until you hear the thud of Kevin falling off the barstool. "FUCK! Shit, this is un-fucking believable. How the fuck am I going to get him back to our room? I cannot believe he is passed out drunk on our fucking wedding night of all nights. DAMN!" "Listen hun, I have a break in about five minutes, hold him up and I'll help you carry him back to your room, ok." "Shit, thank you Chris, thank you so much, I really appreciate it. Damn, what a fucking idiot, I cannot believe I've married a fucking drunk." Chris helps you gather Kevin up and the two of you manage to drag him back to your room. Once Kevin is lying on the sofa you give Chris a quick hug before he goes back to work. You notice how solid he feels when you wrap your arms around him, holding him a little longer than just a quick hug. After Chris lets himself out, you sit in a chair in the dark, asking yourself, "what the fuck have you gotten yourself into? My White Knight cannot be a drunk, an alcoholic, who passed out on my engagement night and is now passed out on my wedding night too. This can't be happening." After sitting in your hotel suite crying, staring at Kevin you decide, "If he's drunk I might as well be too." You head back to the bar on the beach; a double shot of tequila is in front of you before you sit down. Quietly Chris says to you, "Its ok hun, this will make you feel better." Downing the double shot Chris quickly pours you another and says, "One more double after this and it will be the last one, I'm cutting you off, you're better than him, I won't let you do it to yourself." "Fuck that shit, I'm getting shit faced drunk and if you don't pour them for me I'll go to another bar. There are plenty of them around" "I tell you what hun, I get off in 10 minutes, let me take you for a walk on the beach so you can clear your head, when we get back if you still want to get shit faced I'll tell my boy here to hook you up." You give him the 10 minutes. When he gets off you head down the beach but in the opposite direction, away from the hotel's private area, where all the tourist have to go. About a half mile down the beach there is a small gathering of people, Chris walks up to them and tells them to welcome you. You recognize a face or two as workers from the front desk at the hotel and assume the others are workers as well. There is music playing and a few couples are dancing, the others are just talking and having a good time. Chris leads you to beach area where some couples are dancing and tries to Salsa with you. After the first song and a lot of laughing, he just gives up and pulls you close. His arms slide around your waist and you rest your head on his shoulders, closing your eyes, letting your mind go blank, just swaying with the music in his arms. His strong hands slide along the back of your white linen midriff top, rubbing all your anger, hurt, and disappointment away. When he slides his hands back down to your lower back, he massages you gently, his touch so soft and gentle on your exposed skin. You picture in your mind how erotic his dark hands must look in contrast to your white skin as he rubs your back in the moonlight. It seems like hours go by as he holds you and rubs your lower back before his hands slide down along the back of your linen skirt and cup your ass, his fingers resting on your cheeks that are barely peeking out from under hem. Slowly his hands slide from the outside of your legs along the crack between the bottom of your cheek and thigh until they meet in the middle, just above your tiny rosebud. He spreads your cheeks, the tips of his fingers just barely touching your rim, when you realize how wet you are. You wonder if he can feel your juices on your lips and thighs, with no thong on there is nothing to soak up your flow. Pulling you closer against his crotch, you feel the bulge in his pants. You look up to tell him no, stop, but his lips meet yours as you open them to speak. His kiss is long and passionate, your tongues dance, he sucks and bites your lower lip before releasing it, only to kiss you again. Rubbing your pussy against his cock and thigh, you enjoy the feel of his strong hands all over your ass, squeezing, massaging, and spreading your cheeks as you dance. You reach between his legs and trace his manhood through his khakis, longer and fatter than your drunken husband's; you know you want it in your mouth and between your legs, but you're married now, you can't have him. As the song ends, he picks up a blanket and leads you a little further down the beach away from his friends. Far enough away so they can only see your silhouettes. Your mind is spinning now, it's on his cock and how good it will feel as it slides into your pussy. Then back to your drunken husband. How can you cheat on him on your first day of marriage? This isn't what you wanted, marriage is not supposed to start off this way. But, my knight in shining armor is not supposed to be passed out drunk in our room, and he shouldn't have fucked those two skanks at the strip club last night either… You let Chris take your top and skirt off before laying you down on the blanket. Your white skin appears pale in the moonlight as he stands over you. His muscles ripple as he removes his polo shirt, his dark skin shining in the moonlight. The khakis come of next; his chocolate colored cock is long, thick, and fully erect when he steps out of them. You look up at it, a drop of pre-cum catches the moonlight, lighting up like a lamp on the end of a lamp pole. His balls hang low in his sack and swing freely as he lies down next to you. Kissing you on the neck, he cups your firm tit, caressing it before squeezing your hard nipple. So soft and gentle, his kisses cover your face and neck, as you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders you shiver with anticipation of what is to come. Steadily his kisses move down your neck to your breast, taking one in his mouth while his hand caresses the other. The slow intensity of his movements is pure torture. You want his thick dick in your mouth, or in your pussy, right now. You want to feel his large head throbbing in your throat, or the weight of his body on top of you as he fills your cunt, but he is deliberately slow, teasing you, torturing you. "Fuck me; fuck me now…PLEASE…" you beg, grabbing his cock and pulling him towards your pussy. But, his hand slides between your thighs, his finger along your slit, stopping you as your body jerks when he touches your swollen clit. You spread your legs as he slides two fingers in your wet pussy, then close them tightly, trying to trap his fingers inside you. He works them in and out of you rubbing your g-spot as he finger fucks you. Gyrating your hips, your ass moving on the blanket you lose yourself in the sensations traveling through your entire body. You feel him gently push on your shoulder and know instantly that he wants you to take him in your mouth. Kneeling beside him, with your feet by his head, you lean over taking the tip of his cock in you mouth. Sucking the pre-cum from the hole before licking his long shaft, you slide your tongue along each side from the head down to his pubes, licking every hard inch. You make love to him with your mouth. Swirling your tongue around the head before swallowing him, your mouth sliding up and down his shaft, you squeeze his balls gently as you lick and suck his cock. His fingers are sliding in and out of your love nest as you kneel beside him, when you feel him pulling on your thigh. Swinging your leg over his head, you drop your pussy on his waiting tongue. His cock in your mouth and his tongue deep in you sends waves of pleasure through your body. You don't notice the small group of his friends that have moved closer to watch you suck him down your throat while he eats your pussy in a perfect 69. Squeezing your ass and spreading your cheeks, the tip of his finger finds your asshole. You respond by deep throating him, almost gagging as your nose touches his sack. Pumping your mouth up and down on his hard pole you try to coax the cum out of his balls. But, he wants your secret garden; he wants your legs wrapped around his waist as he strokes your dripping cunt. Rolling you over on your back, he places the head of his cock on your swollen pussy lips. You look down at his chocolate bar on your cunt, open and inviting him in, and watch it disappear into your white, shaven, pussy. With that one thrust, all the nights of your husband passed out drunk, leaving you wanting, melt away. You feel the weight of his body on you as his head plows into your cervix, penetrating you deeper than ever before. Wrapping your legs around his waist, your nails claw his back as you hold him inside you, feeling your pussy stretch to accommodate his thick cock. His strokes are slow and deliberate. You feel the head of his cock slide along your walls, spreading them as he pulls back, He pauses a moment with just the tip resting inside your open lips, you raise your hips to meet his thrust as he slides back inside you, pressing your ass into the blanket on the sand. Repeatedly he hammers your pussy; his strokes are long and hard as he moves faster, in and out of your wet cunt. You want more of him in you as he fucks you, grabbing his ass; you try to pull him in deeper. You have never been fucked like this before, never had this much cock stretching your pussy, you keep repeating, "Fuck yes baby, fuck my pussy harder, take my pussy baby." Each stroke brings your closer to that explosion you want so badly, that should have happened in your marriage bed. You moan louder as he presses against your clit bringing you to the edge of your orgasm. Ordering you he says, "Squeeze my cock with your pussy," as he moves up higher on you. When you bear down on his cock, it changes the angle of your hips and his cock slides along the sensitive tip of your swollen clit. The orgasmic explosion that flows through you is like a tidal wave crashing down on the beach. "Oh my god yes, fuck me, use my pussy," you scream as you cum. The Honeymoon The contractions of your walls try to force his big cock out, but he just pumps your cunt harder, his head throbbing inside you. He grunts as your orgasm continues, then his whole body tenses, his cock ravishing your pussy as he fucks you harder. You feel the first load of his cum squirt inside you, like a fire hose turned on high; he continues to stroke you, when you feel him squirt again, his hot cum filling you. "Give me your hot seed, fill me, fuck me hard baby," you tell Chris as he pumps more cum in you. You don't know if the orgasm racking your body or his stroking of your pussy stop first, as you lay on the blanket, but your love nest is quivering, and his cock is slowly softening inside you. Exhausted, you lay there in pure bliss trying to comprehend what just happened. You had the fuck of your life and it wasn't with your husband on your wedding night. Voices from the small group that gathered to watch fill the air; "Wow that was so fucking hot." "Damn you two really put on a show." "I want to be fucked just like that." "Chris, you really work that pussy, you da man." You realize you were being watched the whole time. Excited, you whisper in his ear, "Chris, fuck me again baby, fuck my wet, married, pussy from behind." Another couple lays a blanket down next to yours and starts to make out. Lying beside Chris, you stroke him with your hand as the two of you watch them. It's not long before Chris is hard and standing at full attention again. Rolling over onto all fours, putting your face down on the blanket, raising your ass up high you offer your pussy to Chris, spreading your legs wide so he can take you from behind. Chris moves between your legs and mounts you, sliding his cock deep into your open cunt. You brace yourself, ready for the long hard thrusts that you know are about to begin. Chris fucks you long and hard, his second orgasm is long in coming so he is able to ride you from behind forever. Fingering your clit as he works your pussy, the waves of pleasure rock your body repeatedly. His black hands on your white hips as he knells behind you taking your pussy with his hard cock create an erotic silhouette in the pale moonlight. Closing your eyes you focus on this imagery as you listen to the sound of him sliding in out of you and the smacking of his abs and thighs against your tight ass. Chris puts one hand on your shoulder and grabs your hair with the other as he cums. Grunting loudly as he holds his cock in your pussy, you feel his warm cum fill you, his head throbbing as he releases his load. You collapse together on the blanket, cuddling as you bask in the after glow of your orgasms. You nod off to sleep to the sound of the waves gently crashing along the beach, with Chris cupping one of your breasts. With a gentle shake of your shoulder Chris wakes you up to see the sun slowly rising on the horizon. "You'd better get back to your room baby, in case your husband is looking for you." "Shit! Damn! Where are my clothes, I have to get back," your voice filled with panic. Chris hands you your skirt and top and helps you get dressed quickly. You try to run off but he grabs your wrist pulling you to him. He kisses you long and hard as if to say don't forget what we just shared. You tear yourself away from him and rush back to your room. "Sara!" Chris yells as you run away, "It will be OK." Running along the beach, his words are not too encouraging as different thoughts flash through your head; "I just got married and in less than twenty four hours I've cheated on my husband. What am I going to say if he's awake when I get to the room? Chris was so damn good, should I fuck him again? I've married a fucking alcoholic, till death do we part." The door clicks loudly as you pull out the key card and turn the handle. The stench of vomit fills your nostrils as you step into the room. Kevin is on the sofa where you left him, his face inside a trashcan. Disgusted you take a shower and climb into bed; closing your eyes, Chris's hands rub your back as you drift off to sleep. The Honeymoon My wife and I decided that our honeymoon would be a six-month backpacking tour of Europe. The wedding was beautiful, all we could have imagined. The weather was perfect, sunny but not too hot, and my wife looked stunning. She is quite tall, about 5'9" and lean. She was a volleyball player at College so her legs were, I thought, perfect. She often wore heels so stood over 6'. I myself am 6'3" and also lean. I enjoyed surfing and as a result my body was in good shape. She has long, dark hair; down to the small of her back. I love her hair. When we are in bed I love to wrap myself in it. My hair is a lighter colour because of the amount of time I spend in the sun. We were both 25 when we were married. We were in love and couldn't wait to start the rest of our lives with each other with the trip of a lifetime. We flew into Amsterdam and had organised to spend five nights there, both to look around as well as recover from any jetlag. It is a beautiful old city and we both enjoyed the art galleries and museums. While we were there we finalised our Eurail Passes. We had three months to travel on any train in the European Union. We began our trip by heading to Cologne and then on to Munich. That was the extent of our plans. We loved Cologne and looked forward to Munich. We hopped on the train and it stopped at Heidelberg. We decided to get off the train there because of its University, which is the oldest in the world. We arrived late in the day, found where the Youth Hostel was and caught a bus there. We expected to find food for sale there, as we had none of our own. Unfortunately we were to be disappointed. I decided top catch the bus back into the city and get us something to eat. The bus arrived soon after and I went back into Heidelberg. I bought some rolls and some salad for our dinner and went back to the bus stop. The last bus was just leaving and I was too late to catch it. Damn. It was about a twenty-minute ride but I was sure I could remember where the hostel was so I began walking. It wasn't long before I was hopelessly lost. Not only did I not know where I was, but also I wasn't sure if I could get back into town either. Fortunately, I passed a townhouse, which looked different to all the others nearby, where I heard English being spoken. Two men emerged from a car and were about to go inside the free standing building. "Hey, wait up, can you help me?" I called. They turned towards me. "What seems to be the problem," one said? "My wife and I are staying at the Youth Hostel. I'm trying to get back there but I'm lost. Is there and way you could help me get there?" "For sure, hop in, we'll take you there. It's not far." "Thank you so much. I was starting to panic for a while." "We are going to a small gathering with a few friends. Would you and your wife like to come?" "Oh, I don't know. I'll have to ask Jen. I'm Scott, by the way." "I'm Karl," said the driver. "And this is Tony." "Boy, am I glad to meet you." We drove for a short while before we arrived at the Hostel. We went up to our room. I walked in and said to Jen, "I missed the last bus and got lost walking home. These two guys came to my rescue. Not only that they've invited us to a small gathering with them. Karl and Tony were very charming to my wife and soon convinced her that they weren't going to murder us so she agreed to come out. We got back in the car and before we knew it were back at the townhouse. We went inside and were introduced to four more guys and one absolutely stunning blonde named Gretchen. She and Jen were the only two women there. The first thing I noticed was the smell of dope lingering. I whispered to Jen, "Can you smell that?" "What," she asked? "Dope, hashish I think." Karl brought us both a beer and offered us a hit of their bong. I declined but Jen eagerly took a hit. "Ooh, that's really smooth," she said. The party stayed low key. Drinks were plentiful and Jen was having a great time. She was dancing with all the guys, in between bouts of giggling with Gretchen. I suddenly felt really tired. I felt my eyes getting really heavy. The last thing I saw was Karl and Tony, along with two of their friends watching me with what looked like smirks an their faces. I woke up the next morning in bed not sure where I was. I looked around. I was in our hostel room but Jen wasn't with me. "What the hell happened last night?" I thought to myself. I looked around in a daze. There was a large envelope propped up on the table next to the bed. This looked ominous. I looked at my watch. I couldn't believe it. According to my watch I had been asleep for over 30 hours - I had missed an entire day. I thought, "What the hell is going on here?" I staggered to the toilet. My legs felt really heavy but my mind was fairly clear. I steeled myself to look in the envelope. There was a letter, and a memory stick. I opened the letter and read: Dear Scott, After last night I need some time out to think. I don't know what you were trying to do but you really hurt me. Please let me have some time to myself. Love Jen. "What I was trying to do? I didn't do anything. I fell asleep - for 30 hours," I thought. I grabbed my laptop and started it up. I inserted the memory stick. There were a series of photos - of me with Gretchen. They were, to say the least, compromising. There were pictures of me all over her, then of me taking her clothes off, then of me fucking her. I looked like I was enjoying it too. Gretchen looked less pleased. The look on her face showed that she was an unwilling participant. But how could this be? I fell asleep quite early. I don't even remember finishing my beer. "Fuck," I thought, "Maybe it was spiked. Maybe I had no idea what I was doing." I was racking my brain trying to come up with an explanation but couldn't think of anything that made any sense. I decided to ring Jen. The message told me her phone was switched off. I then thought to go back to the townhouse. Surely I could find it again. Fortunately I found it fairly easily. I knocked on the door - no answer. I knocked again, and kept knocking, then banged on the door. Still nothing. I looked through the window. It looked like it was empty. I walked around to the rear and looked in a window there. Nothing. I tried the back door. Success, it was unlocked. I entered cautiously. I called out, "Is there anyone here? Karl, Tony, Gretchen, anyone?" There was no furniture, which I thought was strange as it had been a fully furnished house last night. No, the night before last. This was really weird. I had no idea what to do next. I went back to the hostel, went up to the room and sat. I looked around, for no particular reason. I then realised that Jen's backpack was missing. "Shit, what now?" I wondered. I racked my brains for a while and suddenly thought, "The Police. I'll go to the cops. They should be able to sort something out for me." I found out where the nearest police station was. It was back in town near the railway station. Fortunately the woman at the desk spoke English. I told her what had happened. She said, "Are you sure your wife didn't just get angry with you and leave to go to Munich early?" "Well, I don't know. I tried calling her but her phone is switched off. What about the house with no furniture?" "Are you certain it was the same house?" "I'm sure. It had a distinctive pattern of brickwork that was different to all the others. I don't know what to do. I'm in a foreign country and my wife of a little over a week has gone missing." "Give me a description and I'll see what we can do." "Thank you so much," I said as I described my wife to the German Policewoman. I stayed in Heidelberg for the next seven days, each day worse than the last. There was absolutely no sign of Jen. It was as if she had disappeared off the face of the earth. I didn't know what to do. The police were stumped too. The policewoman I first spoke to offered me some advice. "Continue your tour. Keep in touch with us and if we hear anything we'll let you know. There's no use you staying here worrying." With a heavy heart I decided to do just that. I left Heidelberg wondering if I'd ever see my beautiful wife again. I was even able to enjoy my trip, sometimes. I rang and left messages for Jen every day. I texted her every day. I emailed her every day. Nothing. I was beginning to despair. Towards the end of my three-month train tour I found myself in Portugal at a little coastal village where the people were lovely and the surfing looked great. I decided to stop there a while. Not a single day went by where I didn't try to contact my wife, but there was nothing in return. I was in contact with the Heidelberg police. They tried their best but for them it was a simple case of a missing person and one of two things probably happened. Either she had decided to remove herself or she had met with foul play. There was no evidence of foul play so they were inclined to think she'd left me of her own accord. I couldn't understand it. Even if she thought I fucked Gretchen on purpose I'd have thought she'd have spoken to me by now. I just didn't get it. Then, out of the blue, almost six months to the day since I last saw my wife, I get a text message, "Come to Heidelberg. We need to talk." It came from an unknown number but it had to be from Jen. I rang the number straight away but there was no response. I left voice messages and texts. Nothing. But I went to Heidelberg that day. I texted that number and Jen's number that I would be there soon. I arrived late the next day after a couple of changes of train and hanging around various railway stations waiting. I was tired but optimistic. Strangely enough I had nowhere to stay so I found myself on a bus to the same Hostel where this all began. I sent a text message to say that I had arrived and was in the hostel. No reply. I slept. The next morning I was considering my options when there was a knock at the door. A large man stood in the doorway. "My name is Rolf. Come with me please." I grabbed my wallet and phone and followed Rolf. We got into a non-descript Mercedes and drove. About 15 minutes out of town we arrived at what looked like a small castle. There was a mile long; winding driveway and we then arrived at the residence. I was ushered in to a comfortable room with floor to ceiling windows and another door opposite the one I came in. Sitting in a comfortable chair next to an open fireplace was Gretchen. "What are you ... Gretchen, what's going on, where's Jen?" "Don't worry, Scott, she's here but wanted me to talk to you before she did." "Why, what's going on," I repeated? "She was very hurt by what you did." "What are you talking about? I don't remember anything from that night." "Well she does and she's not happy. She was really angry. Tony and I calmed her down. She saw that I was not willing and wanted to go to the police but I convinced her to let me handle it. Tony was really good to her. He found her a job here and everything. She loves it too so you'd better prepare yourself for her staying here and working." "What? No, we're going home. We'll put all of this behind us and move on with our lives. Surely she'll see that I was set up. Why the hell would you do that to me, to us, anyway?" "All will be revealed at the right time. Right now, we'll bring Jen in and you can talk to her." With that she pressed a button on the wall next to the fireplace. Somewhere deep inside the castle a bell rang. A short time later the door opened and in walked my wife. My jaw nearly hit the floor. Her beautiful long black hair was half its length and blonde. It was shaved on one side. She had her head down and didn't look t me and she stood in the doorway. She was wearing a long billowing gown that his her amazing figure. "Come in, pet," Gretchen said. "Pet," I thought? Jen walked up to Gretchen and stood quite still. Gretchen put her arm around Jen and said, "Look up, pet." Jen looked up and saw me. She trembled, with a fearful look on her face. "Remember what we said. Noone will hurt you," whispered Gretchen. "Hurt you," I yelled, "Why would anyone want to hurt you, Jen? What's been going on here? Talk to me." Jen spoke, quietly. "I have something for you." She handed me a large envelope. It was stamped with the symbol of the Registry of Births, Deaths and Marriages. I opened it and there were a number of documents in it. The topmost one was a divorce decree, dissolving our marriage. "What the hell is this? A divorce? It's not even legal. Aren't I supposed to sign it or something?" Gretchen spoke, "Oh, you poor, naïve man. How hard do you think it was to forge your signature? I can assure you it's perfectly legal, both here and in your country." I was speechless. Jen and I had been married for a little over six months, most of which has been spent apart, and we were divorced. "A good lawyer here, some photos and a police report stating that you'd abandoned your wife and it was easy." "Jen, you're awfully quiet. What have you got to say?" "I don't love you. I love my life here and I'm staying. Go home and forget about me." I looked around the room. "I'd like to speak to Jen alone please." I thought I was keeping my temper quite well. Jen looked straight at Gretchen. "Be honest, my pet. He can't hurt you here. Start at the very beginning and tell him everything." Gretchen left the room. Jen looked at me and said, "I'm not sure where to start." "Why not do what Gretchen said and start at the beginning. What happened at the house? I fell asleep." "Yes, I know that now. Karl and Tony had a heap of hashish. I really helped myself, with their encouragement. I was really floating. It was great. I lost it for a while and had no idea what I had done. There were fleeting moments I remember but not much. Gretchen said at one stage, 'Look at this.' I don't remember what I was looking at. The next I remember it was the next day. Gretchen showed me the photos. I took one look and burst into tears. I thought, 'Why would you do that." And told Gretchen that she should go to the police." "I don't remember doing any of that, Jen. You've got to believe me." "I do believe you, now, but back then I was hurt and angry. Tony started rubbing my back and hugging me. He gave me a cup of tea and after I drank it I began to feel funny, really good. Tony kept hugging me and I could feel his cock through his pants. For some reason I felt the need to see it. I grabbed it and took it out of his pants. He pushed me to my knees. I don't know what came over me. I licked it and loved its taste. I loved that I could make it as hard as it was. I sucked him until he came and then I swallowed his load. I needed it inside me so I stood up, stripped off and lay back. He moved on top of me and started fucking me, hard. It's exactly what I wanted. I remember saying, "Fuck me, harder, come on, fuck me hard." And that's exactly what he did. I came really hard and wanted more. He came inside me and I was still really horny. Karl came to me, naked. Tony rolled off me and Karl took his place. I loved it. I was insatiable, and it was great. I didn't think about you at all, just my pleasure. I came while Karl fucked me and then again when he shot his cum into me." I listened, absolutely amazed. My wife was describing how she cheated on me. Repeatedly, with two men. My heart was thumping. Jen went on. "Tony hugged me again and said, 'I can make you feel like that all the time if you want.' I just said, 'that would be great." Later that day, I had more tea. I got that feeling deep in my belly again. Tony and Karl came into the room. They had some friends with them. Tony started fondling my tits. I started moaning. The next I knew, I was naked and being fucked, over and over again. One cock after another ploughed into my wetness and I kept begging for more. I was turned onto my stomach and felt a cock at my ass. I pushed back into it. My ass was no longer virginal and it felt fantastic. Someone was under me and fucking my cunt and then I got a cock in my mouth. Three cocks at once and all I could think was, 'I hope this never ends.' It continued until all of them were spent." Tears were rolling down my face as she described what she had done. She went on. "The men left and Gretchen came in. She bathed me, cleaned me and loved me. She was so tender that I wanted her to continue. She kissed me lightly on the lips. My heart fluttered and I sighed with longing. She kissed me harder and before long she had kissed her way down to my pussy and was lapping away merrily. It felt soo good. I even squirted when I came and I'd never done that before. She helped me learn about a woman's body. It didn't take too long before I was reciprocating. I didn't know what to do but Gretchen was patient and taught me. What I didn't know then was that they had filmed and photographed everything I'd done that day. A friend of Tony's was a movie producer so Tony got together with him and edited all the footage of me onto a single film. It was uploaded to the Internet. Apparently it was really popular and made them a lot of money in a short time. Tony and Gretchen convinced me that this was my true calling, a porn star. They gave me a percentage of what that film made. It was more money than I ever imagined. I could see us being rich. When Gretchen asked if I would like to do some more, I jumped at the chance." "What," I said. "So you're a porn star now?" "Gretchen was lovely. She is in the business too. She said that people wanted to see she and I together again so we made another film. Then she told me that the fans wanted to see a little bondage. She volunteered to be tied up but I was hopeless at dominating her. I just wanted her to look after me. So I was tied up and she dominated me. I felt truly alive while that was happening. Every day we did something different until suddenly I was being tied up and punished on film. She would tie me up and spank me, and then she graduated to a cane, then a whip. Every time I wanted more and more. She suggested things that I'd never even thought possible but I did them willingly. I was making a great wage and a percentage of the profits. I was becoming rich. I've kept most of it for you." "So you can buy me off and let you keep going, eh?" "No, no, not at all. It's not like that." "Well, what's this crap about a divorce? What the hell is that about?" "I was becoming dependent on Gretchen, not just in the films but outside as well. She took me under her roof and looked after me. She helped me come to terms with what you had done and convinced me that you would be sure to do it again if you had the chance. I was infatuated with her." "But I didn't do any of that stuff. I passed out!" "Well, I know that now but it's too late. I love what I'm doing and I'm in love with Gretchen. I don't want to be married to you anymore. That's the way it is and the way it's going to be." "So what did you tell your parents?" "I sent them the photos of you and Gretchen. You know they didn't like you much anyway so it wasn't too hard to show that you were a monster." "But I'm not a monster. I love you." "The why did you run away at the first opportunity? Why didn't you try and find me? You just abandoned me." "Jen, listen. I don't know what Gretchen told you but I called, emailed and texted you every day since that day. I got no replies at all. Check your phone, check your email. Every day. I went to the police straight away. I'd been drugged and I slept for about 30 hours. When I woke up I got a note from you. You wanted to have some time, but I never stopped looking for you or contacting you." "Well, there's nothing on my phone or in my emails." The Honeymoon "Are you sure someone hasn't intercepted them? 'Cause I can show you what I've sent from my phone and my email, Jen." "Well, be that as it may," Jen said," I've made my decision and I'm staying here with Gretchen." I went cold. I wasn't getting through. Gretchen had some sort of hold on her. Just then, Gretchen re-entered the room. "Pet, show him," she said. At that Jen took off the gown she was wearing. I was astonished. She was covered in tattoos and her tits looked twice the size they were. All of her tattoos seemed to show women with each other. There were naked women on each side of her body, beginning outside her boobs and ending below her hips. On her back she had angels wings, but looking closely, they were naked women. On her chest she had the words "Filthy Cunt." Between her legs there was a butterfly and between her ass cheeks a rose around her rosebud. Her arms and legs were covered. Under each breast there was writing. Under one it said, "Muff diver" and under the other it said, "Lady eater." She had a tramp stamp of two women scissoring each other. Below that in smaller writing was, "Property of Gretchen." "This is her life now," said Gretchen. "She and I have what is called a Registered Life Partnership and as soon as the law is passes here in Germany we will marry. You need to go home and forget her. But you won't be able to because you will receive half her earnings from her film and Internet business. She's an international star now. Oh, and just in case you think this is all bullshit, watch." Gretchen lifted her skirt to flash a naked hairless pussy. She sat on the arm of the couch and said, "Pet, do your duty." Jen dropped to the floor and crawled over to Gretchen. She immediately started lapping at the pussy in front of her. A short while later, Gretchen orgasmed. "Open, pet," said Gretchen. Jen opened her mouth and sat back on her heels, a few inches away from Gretchen's pussy. Gretchen began to pee and Jen made sure she drank every drop. It seemed to go on for ages but may have only been a minute or two. When it was over, Jen turned and showed me that she had swallowed the lot. "Clean, pet," said Gretchen. Jen leaned into Gretchen's cunt and cleaned her of any remaining piss. She sat back with her head bowed. "Collar, pet," said Gretchen. Jen crawled to a small desk, opened the drawer and took out a leather collar and lead. She put the collar around her neck and the end of the lead in her mouth. She crawled back to Gretchen and offered her the lead. Gretchen took it and hooked it onto the collar. "Show, pet," said Gretchen. Jen turned to me and showed me her collar. There wad a silver plate at its front. On it was one word, "OWNED" Gretchen stood and led Jen out of the room. As she left she said, "Rolf, take him away."