0 comments/ 89210 views/ 6 favorites Honeymoon By: Omega12 "Frank, you bastard, how could you do that to me?" Kathy screamed. "Now don't get bent all out of shape; I was horny and she was available." "We are supposed to be going steady. I was being faithful to you, and you were supposed to be faithful to me." "What can I say? She wanted a fuck so I fucked her." "You are a whoremonger. You fuck anyone that has a cunt. I am soo mad at you. I never want to see you again." Kathy walked out slamming the door. She walked away with tears in her eyes. She hated his arrogant ways but was she doing the right thing walking out on him? She realized she had to break free of him and find someone that would love and respect her; someone that wanted to marry her, not just fuck her. Enter Billie Baxter. He was her boss at work. He often hung around her desk trying to strike up a conversation, but he was too shy to ask her for a date. He was a kind gentle man who made a lot of money as department head and rumor had it that his family was wealthy as well. A week later when he came to her desk with his shy smile on his face, Kathy decided to tease him a little. She leaned back in her chair letting her short skirt ride up high on her leg, almost to her panties. "I injured my leg this morning and it hurts," she smiled, slowly sensually rubbing her leg. "Would you be a good boy and get my morning coffee from the cafeteria so I don't have to walk?" "Sure, I would be happy to, how do you take it?" This was going to be easier than she expected. "No sugar, plenty of cream. Get yourself a coffee. I'll hopple into your office and we can sip our coffee in private." He was so anxious to please her she thought he was going to run to the cafeteria. When he returned she was sitting in his chair with her foot on his desk. Taking her coffee she said, "Before you drink your coffee would you like to massage my leg and make it all better?" "OK" "Kneel down between my legs and massage me with just your finger tips. You are supposed to be making the pain go away, not feel me up." He started to massage her very gently. From his kneeling position he could see her panties peeking out under her short skirt. Kathy could see him glancing over. "Now Billie, stop being a bad boy looking up my skirt and concentrate on what you are doing." His face turned red as he massaged her upper thigh and tried very hard not to look at her panty covered pussy. "Look it's after 9 o'clock, someone could walk in. Would you like to come to my apartment this evening and give me a proper massage, Mmm?" "That would be wonderful" "Then ask me properly and make sure you say please." "Please Kathy, can I come to your apartment tonight and I'll give you a massage just the way you want it I'll try my very best to do it right." "You beg so nicely. OK you can come to my place at 8 o'clock tonight." Kathy walked out of his office, showing no sign of a limp. When she entered her apartment after getting home from work she saw Frank sitting on her sofa. "What are you doing here? I told you I never wanted to see you again, and how in hell did you get into my apartment?" Frank didn't say a word; he just walked over to her and slapped her hard on the side of her face. "Get out of here before I call the police" she yelled. He slapped her even harder on the other side of her face. "Stop that you bastard, I hate you." This time he whacked her on the right side of her face and backhanded her on the left side. "Frank please, stop hitting me," Kathy sobbed Frank spoke for the first time. "You worthless slut, I gave you a week to come to my place and apologize to me on your knees for your bad behavior. Now bitch you are going to get it. Get all your clothes off and lie on your stomach on the floor. I am going to beat your ass with my belt." "Please Frank, I'm sorry," Kathy said, but she was taking off her clothes as Frank demanded. Still pleading with Frank not to hit her, she laid down on the carpet completely nude. Frank still standing with belt in hand enjoyed listening to her begging He swung the belt hard, hitting her bare ass, then 3 more hard ones turning her ass completely red. "Please Frank, no more," Her ass felt like it was on fire. "Shut up you bitch and take your medicine like a women, not like a little girl." He hit her 4 more times with his wide thick belt. Now she was crying and moaning from the pain. "I'm truly sorry. I should never have said the things I did or walked out on you. Please forgive my bad behavior, what can I say or do to show you how ashamed I am?" "Get up on your knees, you two bit whore, fish out my cock and you had better give me the best blow job I ever had. She quickly got to her knees, took down his pants and pulled his shorts down. She started licking the sides of his cock first with her wet tongue, then took just the head of his cock into her mouth and started sucking. When she felt his cock start to twitch she slowly took the entire cock into her mouth and throat Franked loved the way she was sucking his cock but he was not about to let her know that. "You are a useless cock sucker. Let's see if you fuck any better. Get your red ass up on the sofa and spread your legs. You had better get me off quickly or I am going to beat you even harder with my belt Even though his cock was big, it went in easily. His cock was wet from Kathy's saliva and her pussy was dripping. She wanted to make it good for him. When he fucked into her, she would lift her hips to get as much cock as she could, and squeeze her pussy muscles when he withdrew. He pumped into her hard and she had her arms around his neck and her legs around his back. When he started to cum in her, she hugged him tight as his spurting cock gave her a fantastic orgasm. Still fully clothed he put his cock back in his pants and walked out. Kathy's breathing slowly returned to normal. As that mellow feeling faded she became really angry thinking, that bastard raped me in my own home after first beating me up. Suddenly she realized it was time for Billie to show up. No time to shower and to lazy to dress she just slipped on a robe. A few minutes later Billie arrived carrying flowers and a box of chocolates. "Billie, that is so sweet. I don't think anyone has ever given me chocolates or flowers. Go into the kitchen and find something to put those flowers in." She smiled as she realized how anxious he was to please her. He was still wearing his suit from work; what a dork. "Billie, while you are in there, would you make me a rum and coke." He handed her the drink and with a shy smile on his face said, "I hope I made it the way you like it" "You are such a dear. Come here and I'll give you a kiss." She gave him an open mouth kiss and it gave her a tingle thinking Frank had his cock in her mouth a short while ago. "Now I want you to give me a foot massage. Sit on the floor in front of me and I'll stick my foot in your lap and you can start massaging me." As he massaged her toes, she could feel him getting a hard on every time she moved her foot on his lap. "Billie," she scolded, "Are you getting a stiffy?" "Yes Kathy, I am sorry." "I should hope so. Don't you know that is disrespectful?" "I'm sorry, please forgive me." "That's OK Billie, you're forgiven and I have decided to give you a reward since you have been so nice. Have you ever sucked off a girl?" "No" Billie replied blushing again. "OK I'll teach you. Start at my feet and slowly kiss your way up to my pussy." Moments later, "See that wet stuff around my pussy and on my leg? That's love juice and I want you to lick it all up. After a couple minutes, "That feels good Billie but now it's time to suck my pussy. First get your mouth on my cunt and suck out all the love juice inside me. OK now stick your tongue in and out of me as fast as you can. A little later, "Billie you need to stick your tongue in deeper and do it faster." After a short while, "I guess that's not to bad for the first time but you definitely need more practice. Now for the most important part so pay attention. I want you to lick my pussy from bottom to top. Start out as close to my asshole as you can and lick me right to the top. Good boy, now do you feel that? That's my clit and I want you to suck it. OK, now do it all over again. Keep doing it until I grab you by the ears and hold you in place. When I do that keep sucking my clit until I cum all over your face." After her 2nd orgasm of the evening, she patted Billie on the head saying, "That was good Billie, I just might keep you around. So they started dating. Kathy always picked the movie they saw, and the restaurant they ate at. Usually they ended up at Kathy's place where Billie would suck her off before going home. One evening after Billie got Kathy off twice he said. "I was wondering if you would do something for me, because I always go home feeling very frustrated." "What would you like me to do Billie, tell me?" "You know, if you would touch me the way I touch you." "What are you trying to say Billie?" "I thought maybe you could suck me," Billie said in a low voice, blushing. "Billie, I am shocked, no respectable single women does that. Maybe if we were married I might consider that." That gave Billie the courage he needed and a month later he asked Kathy to marry him. She held her engagement party in the reception room of the largest hotel in town. She invited her girlfriends and they could bring their husbands or boyfriends if they wished. At the last minute Billie had to go out of town on business so he wished her a good time and said he would call her. Kathy had booked a room at the hotel because she did not want to drive home after drinking all night. Kathy was having a real good time. She was getting presents and listening to speeches from her friends saying what a wonderful girl she was. After several drinks she was feeling good. That all changed when Frank Hawkins walked in to join the party. Not only had she not invited him, she was surprised that he even knew about the party. Frank strolled over to her and in a confident voice said, "Get up bitch, I fell like dancing." While there were several couples dancing Kathy did not want to dance with Frank, but he just grabbed her hand and pulled her to the dance floor. Holding her tight she could feel his cock pressing against her. "Did you miss me baby?" "I did not and don't call me baby. I just want you to go away." "Now is that anyway to treat an old friend?" "You are not my friend. Just leave me alone." Of course he did not. For the rest of the evening he was by her side. To others he was quite charming. He laughed and joked with them. Only Kathy knew how evil he really was. When the party broke up he insisted on escorting her to her room saying she had too much to drink. When they got to the room Kathy went in and tried to shut the door, but Frank just pushed his way in. "Frank, you have to leave. I am expecting my fiancée to call any moment." "I want a blow job." "If I do that will you leave?' "Yes" This time he took his own pants and shorts down. Forcing Kathy to her knees he said, "Look up at me while you suck my cock." Just then the phone rang, it was Billie. "How you doing?" he asked. "I'm doing well. It was a nice party." While she talked on the phone Frank pushed her down on the floor, pulling on his cock and said. "Suck it bitch." Billie asked if she was alone because he could hear someone else talking. "It's just the TV sweetie." While she talked, Frank was rubbing his cock on her face. "Open your mouth you slut and suck me." She started giving him quick sucks and kisses just to shut him up. She was afraid Billie would figure out what was going on and she knew Frank would not quit bothering her until she swallowed his cum "Billie do you know what phone sex is?" "Not exactly." "It's when we have sex over the phone. I am going to pretend I am sucking you off and you are going to listen and jerk yourself. Get your pants off and tell me when you are holding your cock." Moments later Billie said, "OK, I'm ready." "Now listen to me while you jerk your cock. Oh Billie you have a nice big one. Let me kiss it a little," she said as she started kissing Franks cock, stopping every once in a while to lick his balls. "Can you hear me kissing your cock honey?" "Yes I can, it almost sounds like you are kissing a cock." "Good, now listen carefully, I am going to put your cock in my mouth and suck on it and then I'm going to let your cock slide in deep and I'm going to suck all the cum out of your balls. Now listen and jerk yourself off for me." She then let Frank put his cock deep in her mouth and she sucked him off making groaning noises as he came in her mouth. "Now talk to Billie while you have my cum in your mouth," Frank demanded. "Billie, did you cum yet? My mouth is full of your cum." "Yes I did, that was wonderful. You really sounded like you were sucking me." "I'm glad you enjoyed it. I'll see you when you get home." Then to Frank she said, "Now get out of here Frank, you got what you wanted so just leave me alone." Frank with a smirk on his face said, "You really are a good cocksucker, I'm sure I will be using you again." Three months later they got married. Billie had spared no expense. He bought her a 3 karat diamond solitaire engagement ring. He paid for the wedding held in the church chapel of the largest hotel complex in the area. They would spend a couple days enjoying the hotel facilities before flying off to a cottage resort in Jamaica for their honeymoon. Kathy was very happy with her marriage. She had dated several guys in college, but they were mostly dumb jocks. Billie however was clever; he had a good job and wealthy parents. He told her she could hire a maid to help her keep up the house and do most of the cooking. Kathy thought that what she would also like would be to hire a cute young gardener to look after the grounds. She would have to talk to Billie about that later Kathy had gone to her room to try on her wedding dress and a bit later her maid of honor was going to come in and fix her hair, touch up her makeup and escort her downstairs where Billie would be waiting for her at the alter. Kathy had barely got her wedding dress on, still doing some adjustments when she heard the hotel room door open. "Belinda, you came up to soon, I barely got my dress on." Her smile turned to anger when she saw Frank walk in. "Get out of here or I'll call hotel security." "Now Kathy I know you were mad at me, but we have been friends for a long time. I at least expected the courtesy of a wedding invitation." "We have never been friends, now do me a courtesy and just leave." "I just want to apologize to you for all the mean things I have done and wish you a happy marriage." "Why Frank, maybe I misjudged you." "I wish you all the best. Where are you spending your honeymoon?" "Some place called the Buccaneer Cottage Resort in Montego Bay Jamaica. Now please leave before Belinda shows up." "But I brought you a wedding present" "Just leave it on the chair on your way out." "Can't do that Kathy, my present is, I am going to let you give me a blow job. I know you just love doing that for me and I like it too" "Are you crazy? Are you out of your fucking mind? My maid of honor will be here any moment so get the hell out of my room." "I'm not leaving until I get my cock sucked. If you get started now I'll be gone before she gets here. If you wait to long I'll be fucking your face when she comes in." "Please Frank, don't make me do that. It's my wedding day." "You are wasting precious time. Your girlfriend could arrive any time. I suggest you start right now and you had better try your best to get me off in a hurry." "Frank, you are a bastard," she said but she was on her knees in front of him unzipping him and pulling out his cock. He was already stiff. Good, she thought, it wont take me long to get him off in my mouth. It made him feel good to watch her trying her best to get him to cum in her mouth. She was so good at pleasing him that in no time he was shooting his cum in her. Before she drained him completely he did manage to pull out and drip a couple drops of cum on the front of her wedding dress. What he really wanted to do was piss on her dress but all he could manage was a couple short spurts. He walked out pleased to see a yellow stain on the front of her white wedding dress. Kathy had no time to clean up and she got married in her piss stained dress. Billie did not seem to notice and it annoyed Kathy. At least he should have been observant enough to ask her what happened. Not that she was going to tell him, but he could at least ask. The preacher knew what it was, you could smell it and he had a smirk on his face and she could see he was getting a hard on, the sick bastard. When he said," you may now kiss the bride" Kathy tried to push what cum she had left in her mouth into Billie's mouth but he did not notice that either. Two days later they were in Jamaica. On their wedding night, Billie had sex for the first time and it was incredible. Her pussy was wet, hot, and silky smooth, yet when she wanted to she could grip his cock tight with her pussy and milk him and he shot his cum deep in her pussy. Last night he was looking forward to it again but she said no, "It's only a treat if you don't get it very often, but you can suck my pussy." The following morning Kathy was getting some rays lying on the front deck in her bikini when Billie came out of the cottage. "Be a dear," Kathy said, "and run up to the main lodge and get me a coffee and croissant. We will both go up for breakfast a little later." Right now Billie was glad to do anything to keep her happy so he headed for the restaurant in the lodge. He had just left when Kathy was absolutely shocked to see Frank walk up with a big grin on his face. "You fucker, what the hell are you doing here? How did you even know where we were?" "You told me remember? I figure the only reason you told me was you wanted me on your honeymoon." "Well you wasted your time and money because I never want to see you again." "Look bitch, you either play it my way or I'll wait until Billie returns and tell him I'm your lover and that you invited me. How else would I know where you were spending your honeymoon? Then I would tell him about that little mole you have on your leg close to your pussy. I'm sure he has sucked you enough to know what I am talking about. So do I play hardball or are you going to do things my way?" Kathy knew she was beaten. "OK Frank, I'll do it your way." This was going to be a great honeymoon for Frank, but probably not for Billie. * Should I do a part 2 or leave this story alone? Honeymoon She had changed clothes several times trying to pick the perfect outfit for tonight. She finally settled on a short, black skirt and a sexy leopard print top. She would wear her black thigh high hose and the highest black heels she had. She was typically a blue jean and t-shirt kind of girl but wanted look sexy for this night. She arrived at the hotel ahead of him for some reason, he was just right behind her. Her cell rang, it was him, "Sorry hon, the guys kept me a little longer. I am almost there, can't wait to see you." She hung up and waited in the bar, while watching for him, she had a drink. She wondered what he was wearing, her imagination running now. The anticipation making her hornier by the moment, thinking of all the things she wanted to do to him. He finally pulled up and headed to the front desk to get the key to the room. He was dressed in tight black jeans, with a button down black shirt with a shirt jacket on. The first three button undone she observed showing off his chest hair, she loved to run her fingers through them. He turned and spotted her sitting with a smile on her face as she looked him up and down. He had seen that look before, he gave her a sexy smile, as he looked her over. "Hello Mrs. Roarke," he said. "Hey my sweet," she smiled relieved he got there before she decided to start without him. Scarlett slid her hands around the back of his neck and pulled him close. Roarke wrapped his arms around her waist, and squeezed her tightly. She nuzzled her nose across his neck and savored his enticing aroma. She was so overwhelmed by him his touch, his smell, his looks. That she completely blocked out the sounds of the busy hotel lobby. The looked into each others eyes and he kissed her on the lips. He slipped his tongue in her mouth and it gently mingled with hers. They squeezed each other tightly his chest felt firm and warm against hers. "I'm so glad you are mine," she assured him. Then he kissed her again with an anxious fury that practically melted her panties. Suddenly, they realized several people were staring at them. A small crowd had begun to gather so they separated and headed towards the elevator to go up to the room. As soon as the doors closed she jumped from the floor and wrapped her legs around his waist. He caught her ass in his hands and held her tightly against him. Her skirt slid up over her thighs revealing the top of her hose. His crotch was pressed firmly against her silky thin panties. Roarke gently thrust his hips, between her thighs and humped her ever so slowly while they kissed a deep intimate kiss. Then he spun around her legs still securely fastened around his waist he pressed her back up against a wall. She could feel his erection growing as his thrusts became more powerful. They had each others undivided attention as if they were the only one's that mattered. His hot breath scorched her neck as he planted several kisses over it. "Don't stop," she whispered in a pant. Scarlett dug her nails into his back and yanked at his shirt. Neither one of them could pull away from the other. They were way too horny to hold back this public display of raw, animalistic, sex. She loosened her legs from around Roarke's waist and planted her feet back on the ground. Roarke took her by the hand and led her out of the elevator to a nearby hallway that was a little less crowded. As she stood with her back against a wall Roarke affectionately ran his fingers down her cheek and slid his tongue into her mouth. They kissed with a sex driven urgency that neither one of them had the power to fight. "Slide off your panties," Roarke whispered. Roarke stood in front of her to help block the view from onlookers, as she quickly slid her panties down over her shoes. He pressed her snugly against the wall and slid his hand up under her skirt. She spread her feet apart to welcome his touch. Her girl juices were flowing inspired by the fire her man had ignited inside of her. She moaned in pleasure as Roarke slid a finger into her tight, wet, hole. Throwing her head back and closing her eyes they could hear the voices of people talking around them. Roarke slid his finger in and out of her wet pussy. She panted wildly as he fucked her with his finger. She wanted him inside her so badly so she slid her hand down the front of his pants and squeezed the tip of his cock. Running her fingers over his shaft and slowly started to jack him off. His shirt jacket helped camouflage their erotic behavior. Roarke continued to finger her for several minutes as she yanked anxiously on his throbbing rod. Then he withdrew his finger from her juicy pussy and put it in his mouth. Watching him taste her heightened her sexual arousal. Then he slipped the same finger in her lips and watch as she suck on it. She slid her lips down over his finger and sucked it deep into her throat. Roarke forced his finger back inside of her and fucked her with it as she moaned quietly in his ear. The pleasure was ready to burst out of her. A bit of pre-cum on her hand from Roarke's firm, luscious, cock alerted her that he was ready as well. This could go on no longer as they were on the verge of orgasm. She leaped up and wrapped her legs around Roarke's waist once again. This time it was skin to skin. She reached between their heaving bodies and guided Roarke's hard cock inside of her. She was so wet he slipped in easily. He pressed her up against the wall as he snaked up inside of her. She began moaning louder as she lost control. Roarke's rocked his hips, into hers with his powerful arms holding her ass firmly as they fucked. "Don't stop!" she insisted, and with that Roarke began pumping her very fast. She could hear voices of people talking around them. She scraped her nails down Roarke's back and let out a squeal as her orgasm began to mount. Her legs shook as a full orgasm over took her body. Almost immediately, Roarke let out a grunt and hammered his cock in and out of her. She could feel his hot spurts of cum filling her. She then slid her legs down from Roarke's waist slowly and put her feet on the floor. Roarke turned to the onlookers. "Show's over," he said with a smile. A mixture of hot juices ran down her legs as she put her panties on and they headed to the room.. Honeymoon Honeymoon: Hart and Alison got married shortly after she had passed the bar and he had graduated with his Ph.D. in Clinical Psychology. They never got any pre-marital counseling; there was just too much going on with the wedding plans. The ceremony was small, just close family, her parents, and his mother, and a few friends. He didn't know where his dad was and really didn't care. The sex continued to be great and varied. Alison had sex the afternoon of the wedding with Hart's best friend. Hart's best friend was shocked when Alison seduced him and would have been appalled if he had known that Hart had been complicit in this seduction. That night Hart was eager to hear about the details of the seduction and to enjoy sloppy seconds before they left to go on their honeymoon. On the plane trip over to Kona on the Big Island, they were comfortable in their side-by-side first-class seats as the plane cruised at 35,000 feet chasing the setting sun. Alison got a blanket and snuggled into Hart's chest, her body covering him, as she jerked him off. Later, she had him finger her to orgasm. "Is everything okay?" a young flight attendant had asked when Alison had moaned out, loud enough to be heard over the aircraft noise in the cabin. Alison just smiled up from the blanket covering them and said, "Everything's fine. We're on our honeymoon." "Oh, okay. I'll just leave you two alone," the flight attendant said with a knowing smile. The Big Island was a sybaritic paradise for their honeymoon where they indulged their sexual pleasures. Alison's only complaint was that she had only been able to find one married man she felt was safe enough to have sex with. She did fulfill one of her and Hart's fantasies by inviting Jamie, a woman she knew from college, to join her and her new husband for a threesome. Jamie was in Hawai'i for a post-divorce celebration. I was beside myself when Lisa brought Jamie into our suite and instructed me to undress, and that she and Jamie were going to ravish me. I couldn't believe "every guy's" fantasy was about to come true for me. Both women had shapely bodies and I just couldn't believe what was going to happen. Alison and Jamie started undressing each other, kissing as they proceeded. I was aroused as I watched the two nude women as I undressed and was eager when they invited me to a three-way kiss. Their tongues were twisting and swapping from mouth to mouth and bodies pressed together. I felt two hands on my already hard as steel dick and I was fingering two different pussies. I was pumped with excitement as I watched the two women entwined, their lips licking each other's nether lips. Neither Alison nor Jamie had ever had sex with another woman before yet they seemed to be taking to the experience with great enthusiasm. For a while I just watched in escallating excitement and then joined in. Jaime was so excited she took a receptive, doggie style position, and moaned in anticipation. Alison guided my throbbing dick into Jamie. I was so excited I felt I might cum instantly. Alison licked my balls as I fucked Jamie and then Alison moved so that she could look up at me. I watched the rapture in Alison's eyes. It was too much for me, and I shot my load. I fell to the side of the king-size bed and watched the two women bring each other to multiple climaxes. I felt somewhat used and sad; it was just sex for Alison; there was no love involved. Finally, temporarily sexually sated, and hungry, Alison called room service and ordered three T bones, "Very rare and I mean I want to see blood," she said, "With everything, salad, backed potatoes, and all the trimmings, and three bottles of a good red wine." "What kind?" "I don't care, you pick ones you like," she said and hung up. Soon there was a knock on the door and a call of "Room Service." I got up, "Just a minute I called," as I put on a robe. "You two cover up," I said. I went to the door, opened it and asked the young bellboy to bring in the cart and put it over by the table that came with the suite. The young man walked in pushing the cart, and it wasn't until he was fully in the room that he saw the two women sitting naked on the bed. His jaw dropped open, staring wide-eyed, he was too shocked to look away. "Where do you want ..." "Just leave it," I said, pushing a tip into his hand and turning him to the door. "You guys are heartless," I said to Alison and Jamie after I shut the door. "Did you see the look on his face?" Alison asked. "That was a Master Card 'Priceless' moment." "Did you see the instant tent in his pants?" Jamie asked. "Maybe we should call him back." "That's too much," I said. "Your dick doesn't seem to think so," both women said at the same time, pointing to my hard dick sticking through the front of my robe. We all laughed. We were having too good a time as we dug in and ate our steaks, potatoes, and salads, washing it all down with two bottles of wine. Our hunger now sated, we were ready for more sex for dessert. "Jerk-off for us," Jamie said. "I've never seen a guy do it except on porn flicks." "Yeah. Do it Hart," Alison said as she sipped her wine. "No," I said, "It's too embarrassing." I was feeling used again but I couldn't deny my arousal at the thought. "Your dick doesn't seem to be embarrassed," Alison said again, pointing to my now very hard dick. "Oh, okay," I said, dropping my robe, "Hand me some of that body oil." "Oh," exclaimed Jamie, "He's done this before." "Yeah," I said, "but not in front of two, just Alison." "I got on the bed between them and Alison and Jamie took sips of their wine and leaned over me, their tits touching my arms, and kissed me, passing some wine from each mouth to his, dribbling some on my chest. They leaned back and the two women and I rubbed my dick with oil. "Watch his hand," said Alison, letting go of the shaft. "When it goes really fast he's going to cum." We all three stared at my hand sliding up and down my shaft with the head peaking out between strokes. "Talk dirty to me," I said in a husky voice. "Your dick looks great. I loved it when you fucked me and then put it in your wife's mouth and then she put it back in me." As they talked, I moved my hand faster. "His balls feel great," said Jamie, and as she cupped them and rolled them around. "He's getting close!" Alison said. "Put your finger under the sack and rub at the base, just before his asshole." "Oh, oh, god I'm cuming!" I moaned. Suddenly a rope of stringy white cum shot out of my dick and landed on Jamie's face. She had been leaning down to get a close look. Then two smaller spurts followed and fell on the side of my leg. "Not bad for a guy who's already cum once tonight," Alison said. "My god, that was fantastic. I've never seen anything like it. That's better than any porn I've ever seen." I didn't know what to say; I somehow felt it was wrong but I couldn't deny I had enjoyed it. The sex continued off and on all night. They'd sleep for an hour or so and then someone would be having sex with someone. The next morning the women were invigorated but I was exhausted. The women left me to rest while they went to see if they could "score some more" in paradise. Jamie had to leave the next day and Alison and I explored the Big Island and both of us fell in love with the old town quaintness of Hilo. On the flight back, I was relieved when Alison wasn't interested in any more sex under a blanket. She seemed to be in a pensive mood. We don't often realize the hurt we cause others, She thought, but sometimes we do but we can't stop it. It has to come and there is nothing we can do but to accept the suffering and hope to learn from it. Sometimes we get a break and things turn out okay with no real harm done but that is not usually the way it ends up, but we have to go on living, she thought as the airplane sped through the night taking them back to new realities. It doesn't matter what we reach for; what matters is that we keep reaching and trying to make whatever connections we can with other humans, she rationalized. For some reason I didn't understand, I was sad and thoughtful. I was angry with myself for the way I had used Hart on our honeymoon. I remembered my childhood and how my parents had never been there to give me the attention I craved and needed. I had been seeing shrinks since kindergarten; they knew and I knew I was seeking attention that my parents couldn't or wouldn't give me. Then when I discovered sex I could get all the attention I needed. Yet even with all the sex, I knew that there was something missing. I had the sex to get closeness. And no matter how much sex I had, the more sex I had, the less closeness I felt. I hoped I could make it work with Hart. But I was having serious doubts about my admittedly selfish needs and myself. Hart was just too nice a guy. I hoped I wouldn't ruin it with him. All I could do was try. I really didn't want to hurt him. Hart was pensive also. It's possible I thought to myself, that a person can be callous and noble both at the same time; one can be self-sacrificing as well as self absorbed and display genuinely caring behavior while at the same time being a stone cold steely eyed sexual predator. In an instant life can change with no soundtrack to guide you or to let you know that the change was coming. There are no do over's or undo commands. When Alison thought of the truth about her parents she realized that they really did love her and that reminded her that love alone is not enough. What each of us needs is a sense of identity and that can only be achieved by making mistakes and pushing against boundaries, she thought. Hart wished that they had gotten the premarital counseling from Dr. Longfellow. When we returned to Cleveland, both Alison and I had new jobs waiting. I was starting as a new psychologist at the Cuyahoga County Mental Health Center and Alison was a junior assistant to the trial attorneys in her mother's litigation firm. It wasn't long before I was defending cases on my own. The drama of the courtroom fed some need in me. Cross-examining and shredding expert witnesses was a great adrenaline rush, especially showing some academic shrink he was a dick head and didn't know what he was talking about. Most of them were stupid and fell for the same old tricks. I remembered the first time I did it. Tell me, Doctor, are you being paid for your testimony? Yes was the usual reply. How much? How much, what? Come on, Doctor don't be coy. How much are you being paid for your testimony? $600 an hour. So. You're being paid $600 an hour for your testimony. Yes. So basically you're saying you're a whore selling your testimony for $600 an hour. Objection, shouted the opposing counsel. Too late. Question withdrawn your honor. But the jury had the message and the Doctor's credibility had been badly damaged if not destroyed. Castrating men in public was fun and a real turn on, almost like fucking them against their will, I thought. The torrid sex continued, although less and less frequently, as Alison was working eighty-hour weeks and often getting her sex at the office from coworkers. She had become tired of telling Hart about them. There just wasn't time. And she was becoming ashamed of herself. Secretly, Hart was happy that the sex was decreasing, as he just couldn't keep up. Alison always demanded that he bring her to three or four orgasms with his tongue, finger, dick, or a dildo. He'd still get rock hard when she told him about one of her blowjobs or fucks on her office desk.