0 comments/ 15277 views/ 1 favorites Honeymoon Inn By: clinton09 [©2010 BY CLINTON09; ALL CHARACTERS OVER THE AGE OF 18; NO EVENTS DESCRIBED ARE TRUE] C and C (Carl and Candy, née Candace) were at their traditional seats in the pew, front and center. The church service went well; no one had nodded off to sleep and most everyone was there in spite of the important NFL playoff game set for one hour later. It appears the church wives prevailed upon their men to forego the pre-game show for a little churching up. In the parking lot, C and C's friends were having their usual gossip fab, everything from the boring sermon to the shaky finances of the church itself. Also, it appears that their best friend's daughter was in the family way, even though she was not married or even going 'steady' with anyone. As the friends thinned out with the herd going home to NFL football or to Denny's and IHOP, all that remained was their REAL friend, Megan. Megan: "So, Candy, how does it go on the baby front, now that you two both crossed into the forbidden over-40 zone?" Candy: [looking down at the broken pavement of the church parking lot] "It's not going so well. Either we are too busy, too bored, or something else. Frankly, I think we are too scared...we might get into perfect position, everything correct, and fail. At this point, it looks like we are losing the battle against time." Megan: "I have one suggestion: the Honeymoon Inn. It is a bed and breakfast out in the country about 35 miles from here. They specialize in helping newlyweds and 2nd honeymooners do fantasy, play acting, all sorts of fun. Their promise is, you will have fun or it's free. They say they don't issue many refunds, either." Carl: "I don't know; sounds like there still would be pressure. Ok, we'll try it, we'll try anything at this point." The conservative Buick LeSabre carted Carl and Candy out to the Honeymoon Inn. At least the landscape was colorful, with rolling hills resplendent with pine trees, immaculate fields of lettuce and strawberries, and irrigation ponds replete with migratory ducks. At check-in, the couple were seated and made comfortable; the questionnaire they had to fill out was lengthy. At the end, they had to sign a disclaimer and release that the inn was not liable for any damages to person or property insofar as they are performing their role as host and entertainment director. Carl: "Anything strike you as odd?" Candy: "Sure; they gave you a different questionnaire than me; yours asks in every way but directly if you ever had a 'go' at your mum, or wanted to. It also asked you if you had a daughter or if you did, would you have a go at her. You can't get odder than that." Carl: "Well there is something that both our questionnaires kept asking, if you didn't notice. They kept asking if you are healthy, any diagnosed illness, any history of heart problems...I wonder what kind of 'fun' they have in mind?" With their luggage in their suite, the two were led to a neutral room where hotel personnel (OK, one person) was making them up. The first play was daughter/daddy; it looked like Carl and Candy would enjoy a little of that, even though they had had no daughter of their own. Candy's conservative blonde hairdo was turned into two big ponytails on either side. She also got big innocent looking rosy cheeks, a dress from Hello Kitty, a teddy bear, and Jelly shoes. Carl was given a grey one piece gritty work outfit. Carl: "This is so silly; I can't remember a script, let alone perform it. You look cute, and kind of sexy, but it's also kind of silly. I can't keep a straight face. Candy: "You can at least try; my God, they went to a lot of trouble to make me look 20 again." Carl: "If you looked 20, I wouldn't feel so funny; you look like you're 11 and I'm some sort of bad teacher preying on his charges. I just can't do this." Candy was disappointed. The hotel staff that had done such a stand-up job were less than thrilled too. They had one more try (you were always granted two scenarios before you would get your refund, if you insisted on giving up). This time, CARL was made up to be young, with a crew cut, shorts, Keds kid's sneakers, slingshot, marbles, and other boyish things. Candy was made up to look OLDER, not younger. Her bust, which was actually not bad at 36D but normally was hidden beneath conservative dresses, was brought front and center. The low cut house rag was very revealing, almost down to the nipples. Obviously Candy was to fill in for Carl's mom, and Carl was to play himself. The hotel knew what any psychology 101 student knew; whoever you are, if you were male and raised by a mom, you had thoughts about her that you might not want to have publicized. Carl: "I hate to admit it, but this is not bad. [he stared down Candy's ample boobs, his eyes actually popping out a little, as was she in that outfit.] As silliness goes, I could live with this." He caressed Candy intimately for the first time that weekend. Candy: "Carl, sweetie, you've been rather naughty this week, and I don't appreciate the way you're looking at mommy. I think I am going to have to punish you. Now, pull down those pants and let me spank you." Carl: "Do you HAVE TO?" He dutifully pulled down his pants and lay over her lap. Candy swatted him, gently, five times. Candy: "There now, let that be a lesson to you. Oh my, my little Carl, you feel so solid, so firm, have you been working out without mommy knowing?" Carl grabs Candy; his hand shyly goes to her bust, imposing his hand between her two perfect breasts, going inside the blouse front to feel her throbbing nipples. Meanwhile, he was kissing her. The kiss was mild as lovers go, but more daring than a son should give his mom certainly. Of course, a good son wouldn't be putting his hand down his mom's blouse either... Wordlessly, Carl stood up his 'mommy' and led her to the bed. Carefully undoing her dress, he removed it and neatly folded it on the divan near the bed. He lovingly removed her underthings and placed them neatly on top of that pile. Removing his boyish shorts and team t-shirt, folding them neatly onto the same divan, Carl pushed his 'mommy' onto the bed and mounted her. His manhood which was normally five inches was five inches. Putting Candy ('mommy') in the missionary position like in a text book, he began a very measured motion. Their lips met, it was just like every other time they did it. Damn, even this scenario was not panning out. They had tried two, the limit, and nada. Sure, there was passion, and Carl's 5 inch 'visitor' to Candy certainly rose to the occasion. The problem was, since the visitor made his 'liquid delivery' while still barely inside of Candy, the odds of anything happening on the baby front were dismal. It looked like they had failure number two. Carl fell over with his traditional huffing and puffing. Candy just lay there with her traditional sighing and equivocating. As they both looked up into the unfamiliar white ceiling, Candy wondered. Candy: "I think we have used up all the goodwill we have from these folks. I almost feel guilty asking for our deposit back...they did try so hard and did THEIR part well. I wonder if their track record IS all that good, or if their visitors, like us, just feel guilty about demanding refunds." Carl: [equally philosophical and mellowed out] "I don't know; I would have to think that..." Just then, panic! The hallway came into view as the door was kicked open. Their part of the inn was cut off from others so they were unprotected. At check-in they had been told about the only incidents that ever occurred here: that in the past was a small fire in a storage room and an armed robbery that had a couple lose their wallets and a gold Rolex. To their alarm, the door had been kicked in and this man with a stocking mask stormed in. He was sporting a Glock automatic 9mm. pistol. He didn't seem lost, like he was just looking for the interstate. Burglar: "I could tell there was some white bread couple in these digs; God aren't you two a sight. All you need is a pitch fork and you could pose for that pathetic old picture of a Midwestern couple. Let's cut the shit, I want your wallets, your watches, and anything else of value. And that's NOW!" You never saw anyone move faster than the two of them, yielding up wallets, a purse, 1 Rolex(fake), 1 Ladies Gruen (real), 2 bottles of perfume (Joy, Arpege), and Carl's prized possession, a program signed by all of the Chicago Bulls including Michael Jordan himself. Carl: "Ok, you have our stuff; now please let us go." Burglar: "Sure,sure...wait, umm, you [Carl] get over there and sit down and shut the fuck up!" [he does] You [Candy] come over here. [she does] Now you take off that dress. I think I am going to like this." He pawed at the gorgeous globes that nature had bestowed upon the otherwise modest Candy. Just then, Carl makes a lunge for the burglar. The burglar hits him with the flat side of the automatic, giving Carl a battered nose with noticeable bleeding. Burglar: "I said sit down! [he cycles the gun menacingly; a bullet is ejected and the hammer cocked.] Now, bitch, you are going to find that you don't have any sex problems, you NEVER had any sex problems, only a problem husband." He grabs her roughly. In desperation, Carl jumps back up (since the gun had been put down) and attacks the invader. His first punch knocks him out cold. The couple stare in shocked amazement, Carl in particular hyperventilating. The door is still open, the shock still in the air. Carl grabs the gun and puts it away in the nightstand drawer. Carl: "Are you, are you alright?" Candy: "Yes, I am alright...but YOU, you are a mess. I'm going to go get you a wet towel and..." As she gets up, Carl grabs her to her utter amazement. He was surprised too, not at her reaction but at his own. He kind of liked that. Carl: "Get back on that bed, now! You hear me!" Candy: [looking surprised, apprehensive, even terrified] "Have you gone insane? Has that robber infected YOU with something?" Carl: [grabbing her dress by the lapels] "Enough talking, I want you nude...I fucking want you NUDE!!" [he rips her dress to tatters; the bra is history and the panties are a thin rolled up thread of nylon by the time he yanks them off her slender ankles and perfect smooth feet.] Carl: "Get in the center of that bed and I swear, if you give me trouble, your nose will look worse than mine!" Frightened, confused, she obeyed. Carl mounts Candy roughly. Instead of the usual laying on top and placidly doing a few movements, he roughly rolls her back towards the bed post. With her rolled so that her matronly but still very shapely legs are pinned underneath him, her beautiful smooth feet at either side of his head, he plunges in, his [now, for once] seven inch cock an invading force to be reckoned with. It is just big enough to tap, tap, tap near the cervix. With all of his might, his weight all concentrated being on top and pushing down, he could just brush against her sensitive back walls. Looking down at his teary eyed wife, her expression changed almost magically. Wordlessly, she understood. He had not gone insane. He had had an epiphany, his role as man brought forth finally. When she kissed him, he returned the kiss. When they looked at each other, she quaked, she shook, and he knew he had to join in. The long delayed event happened; he came with the power of a male animal determined to spawn, to breed this female. His potent seed had been brought closer to the target than ever. They had never been supplied in such overwhelming volume either. When Carl fell off Candy, he wasn't sure of anything except that that was the best sex, the FIRST sex, that they had ever had. Just then, it occurred to them. The robber was still there!! They both looked up but noticed that the robber was gone. He had also closed the door neatly. Carl got up. He noticed that their wallets and watches were all put into a drawer that they could not see from bed but one that was easy to spot once they got off the bed. He bent down to pick up the bullet. He was no armaments specialist, but he could see...the bullet was only a cartridge, the bullet end a wavy piece of brass that would go nowhere...a blank. They had been had...it was all the hotel's doing. He told Candy what he had figured out. For some reason they cried at the same instant. The temerity of this 'ploy'. It was so unprofessional, so dangerous, so...effective. They had never been happier together. They left the hotel almost immediately after they pulled their things together. At checkout, no one brought anything up. It was hotel tradition that whatever happens here, stays here. That the over 40-ish couple left, holding hands was reward enough for the staff. Of course, their American Express card covered the rest, but the satisfaction of 'cracking a really hard nut' such as their problem was an additional reward. As they drove home in their dowdy Buick, they still held hands. Their marriage had NOT been restored...it had been established for the first time. What more could they ask for? Well, there WAS one thing more...they hadn't asked for it specifically, but they wanted it more than anything else in existence. On the way home, while Candy was debating whether to stop at that burger joint or wait for a real restaurant, unknown to Candy or Carl, she conceived that child that they had always dreamt of, and tried so long and so hard to create... Honeymoon Instruction I was enjoying our conversation with the Stranger. The wine made it easy for me to confide in him, and tell him things I would not have told someone I knew. "My bride and I were virgins when we got married. I still have not been able to get inside of her," I revealed. The Stranger looked at my bride, who blushed and looked down at the table we were sitting at in the hotel bar. "Your bride is beautiful, fragile, fresh, and innocent," he said. "Perhaps you are so much in love with her that you cannot think of her sexually." I smiled with relief, "You have amazing insight, and you do not even know me. No one else would understand something like that." "I am older than the two of you, and I have learned how to read people," the Stranger said. "I sensed your situation before I asked if I could join you at your table." It was 1:30 AM on a week night. There was no one else in the hotel bar, but the bar tender, who was watching a ball game on television, and too far away to hear us. "No one can hear our conversation," the Stranger said with a slight smile. "You are a mind reader," I said. "Your mind is an interesting read. This must be your honeymoon." "Yes," my bride said. "I grew up in this city. I have lived with my parents in the same house since I was born. My husband and I will see the sights for a week. Then I will move into his apartment." "That is sweet," the Stranger said. "This is a fascinating and beautiful city. It will be even more enjoyable for your husband to see it with a woman as beautiful as you are." "Thank you," my bride said, giggling slightly, and looking at the table. "Shyness in one as lovely as you is exceptionally appealing. If I may say so," the Stranger said nodding respectfully at me, "any man would be proud to be seen with you. You have a delightful woman's figure, but your face makes you look touchingly young. It is easy for me to imagine you in the bed room you grew up in, in your parents' home playing with a teddy bear you have owned since you were three years old." My bride laughed gently. "I have had that bear since I was two." "I envy your teddy bear when you cuddle him," the Stranger said, "and when you come back from a shower, and remove your towel." My wife looked down at the table and blushed, but smiled. I felt as though my bride and I should leave the Stranger, and go to our hotel room, but she was enjoying this. So in a strange sort of way was I. The Stranger was about my father's age, but trim and fit. His black hair was streaked with grey. He was expensively and tastefully dressed. Anyone could tell he was important, although he had not told us anything about himself. He spoke with a trace of a foreign accent I could not identify. He had a high forehead, and intelligent dark blue eyes that liked what they saw when they looked at my bride. My bride liked the way the Stranger looked at her. I was sure of my wife's love. If he excited her, he fascinated me. His attraction to my bride was a credit to my good taste, and to my ability to win her as my wife. "Were you married in a church?" the Stranger asked. "Yes," my bride answered. It is the church I have attended with my family ever since I was baptized there." "That is charming," the Stranger said. "I wish I could have attended. I would have given you a memorable wedding gift. I also would have wanted to kiss the bride. Do you have photos of your wedding?" "Yes," my bride answered. "We have them in our hotel room." "Do you have plans for tomorrow?" "After driving around, in the afternoon we will see a Eugene O'Neal play," I answered. "You are a cultured couple," the Stranger said. "I admire that." "He was my favorite playwright in high school English," my bride explained. "Last call!" the bartender interrupted. "Do you want anything?" I asked my bride and the Stranger. "Chardonnay," my wife said. "Cabernet sauvignon for me," said the Stranger. I walked over to the bar, and ordered one glass of chardonnay, and two of cabernet sauvignon. "Thank you," the Stranger said, when I returned to our table. "Let me propose a toast to the newlyweds: may your marriage be a happy one." After drinking half of my glass I felt emboldened to say, "So far I have not performed well as a groom." "You have time to learn," the Stranger explained. "Honeymoons were designed for the sexually inexperienced to enjoy a delightful process of discovery." When we finished our drinks I brought the glasses back to the bar, and left a generous tip. As I returned to our table my bride told the Stranger. "The bar tender wants to close. Would you like to come up to our hotel room and look at our wedding photos?" "I would be honored to," the Stranger answered. The three of us took the elevator to the floor where our hotel room was, and walked to the room. After we entered I turned on a light, and closed and locked the door. The curtain to the picture window was drawn, showing the lights of the city. My wife closed the curtain before opening a suitcase and showing the Stranger a photograph. "This is me in my wedding dress," she said. "You look especially beautiful in this photo," the Stranger said. "From your shy, and yet expectant smile it is clear that you are a virgin bride looking forward to a life of marital pleasure." "Some people think there is something wrong with being a virgin at my age." "I never have," the Stranger said. My wife showed the Stranger another photo. "Here I am in my wedding dress with my parents and my younger sister." "This is a charming photo," the Stranger said. "Your sister and your mother are as beautiful as you are." My bride giggled saying, "Thank you." "And here I am with my groom," my bride said, showing the Stranger another photo. "You look good together. You were made for each other." "Here is one I am sure you will like. I am in my bed room holding my teddy bear." "Now this is delightful. Where is the photo of your teddy bear admiring you as you remove your towel?" "I don't have one, silly," my bride said giggling. My bride showed the Stranger a photo of the wedding reception, with her eating a piece of wedding cake. "Again you look beautiful," the Stranger said. "I wish I could have kissed the bride. May I kiss you now?" "I guess so," my bride said. "May I?" she asked me. "If you want to." I thought the Stranger would only walk over and kiss my bride. Instead he positioned the chair in which he was sitting into the middle of the room, and asked my bride to sit on his lap. She did. He kissed her once. Then she put her hands around her head and kissed him two more times. Rather than becoming alarmed by this, I felt my penis getting stiff. The Stranger slowly removed my bride's shoes saying, "I do not believe you will need these for awhile." "I don't think so either," my bride said, kissing the Stranger again. It was almost a truism when the Stranger told my bride, "The pupils of your eyes are dilating. That means that you are becoming aroused." "Is that what it means?" my bride said. It was more of a statement than a question. "Yes Darling. That is exactly what it means." "I wonder how that could be," my bride said with a broad smile, before kissing the Stranger again. "I hope we have your husband's permission for the enjoyment we are giving each other," the Stranger said. All I was able to say was, "I never thought I would enjoy something like this, but I am." I kept telling myself that I could stop them later on. "In that case you won't mind when I put my hand inside your bride's dress and stroke the inside of her thigh." First the Stranger ran his fingers up and down along the outside of my bride's left thigh. Then he began to run them along the inside of her right thigh. As he got close to her crotch my bride began to breathe more heavily. My bride pushed his hand out. "I'm sorry. I'm getting modest again." The Stranger put his hand around my bride's narrow waist, and began to praise her loveliness. When he returned his hand to the inside of her thighs she did not protest. She did look nervous as the Stranger began slowly to unzip her dress, but made no effort to stop him. After unzipping my bride's dress the Stranger began to run the tips of his fingers slowly and gently up and down my bride's back, from the back of her neck to her panties, which he finally entered with his hand. "I shouldn't be letting you do this," my bride protested with no insistence behind her words. "Do you want me to continue?" "I wish I didn't enjoy this so much, but I do." The Stranger removed the top of my bride's dress, exposing her bra. She put her arms together to ease the removal. 'Your cleavage is delightful," the Stranger said, kissing the tops of my bride's breasts. Then he paused for a moment to see if she wanted him to continue. My bride showed that she did by kissing the Stranger several times. "A problem you may have had," the Stranger told both of us, "is that you tried to do everything too quickly. Love making should be slow and relaxed. No one is timing you. No one is scoring you." The Stranger unfastened my bride's bra. When she did not resist he removed it in front, exposing my bride's beautiful breasts. My bride got nervous, and covered her breasts with her hands. The Stranger kissed her a few times, and said, "Darling please lower your hands, so that I may admire your breasts." When my Bride obeyed, he said, "This is really beautiful." Feeling my bride's left nipple the Stranger said, "Your nipple is hard and erect. That means that you are getting excited." "Yes I am," my bride said quietly. The Stranger asked me to run my hands over my bride's breasts, and feel her nipples. "When your bride responds this way. You can tell that she is almost ready. "Is your vagina getting moist?" "Yes, it really is." The Stranger motioned my bride to stand up, so that he could remove her dress completely. Then he had her sit on his lap again. "How do you feel?" the Stranger asked my bride. "I don't know for sure," my bride answered. "I feel good. This also feels strange." "By the time your honeymoon is over this will not feel strange. You and your husband will be able to experience your love in new and delightful ways." As the stranger spoke soothingly he gently fondled my bride's breasts. "How do you feel about this?" the Stranger asked me. "Too excited to tell you to stop," I admitted. "Do I have your permission to pull down your brides panties?" "If you have hers." My bride gave the Stranger permission by kissing him. "Darling, I believe it is time for me to remove your panties." "Yes, I believe it is time," my bride whispered, standing up, and putting her hands on his shoulders. The Stranger slowly pulled my bride's panties down to her thighs, exposing her smoothly shaven vulva. "You are quite a woman." "You make me feel like a woman," my bride said softly. "You certainly make me feel like a man," the Stranger said, before pulling my bride's panties all the way down to the floor. My bride lifted each of her feet, so that the Stranger could remove her panties completely. He showed me the inside of my bride's panties. "Look at this lubrication," he told me. When your bride gets this way, she is ready for your penis. Feel the inside of her vagina." I did. "Yes, she certainly is wet. She has not been this way with me before." "She will be. She was too nervous before. But she still needs to have her vagina opened," he explained, feeling the inside of my bride's vagina. I can tell that she has a very hard hymen. I also appreciate it that your bride is shaved," he said running the backs of his fingers up and down my bride's slit. "I always prefer a shaven vulva." "I shaved right before our wedding," my bride explained, "and every day since." "Next time ask your husband to shave you. That will be a loving experience for both of you." The stranger stood up, removing his clothes, and revealing a very hard and large penis. My bride gasped. "That is the second one of these I have seen in my life. It is larger than my husband's. I am not sure I can take it." "The first time will hurt," the Stranger warned my bride, "but your arousal will reduce the pain. I will stretch your vagina, and make it easier for your husband to get in." The Stranger placed a towel over the bed where my bride and I had tried to consummate our marriage. "This will catch your bride's virginal blood," he explained and wipe my semen as it leaks out of your wife's vagina." My wife lay on the towel, and spread her thighs. "Be gentle with her," I requested. "I always am," the Stranger said. He spread my bride's labia with his fingers, telling me to come over and look. "This is your bride's hymen. The small hole in the middle is to allow the flow of menstrual blood. This up here is your bride's clitoris. Before entering your bride's vagina there is still more that I can do to get her ready." He bent down and blew on my bride's hymen for several minutes. She moaned softly, moving her head back and forth slowly. Then he lay next to her on our bed, and began to rub her clitoris with his fingers. "Clitoral orgasms are more intense than vaginal orgasms," he told me, "but less satisfying. This will increase your bride's desire for my penis." My bride became very tense, leaving scratch marks on the Stranger's back. Finally she took his hand in hers, and said, "That is enough. Let's do it. Get inside of me." My bride lay with her thighs spread, and her legs straight, and on the bed. "Lift your legs up, Darling," the Stranger advised. "Try to wrap them around me. That will ease my entry. There, that's it." Even then, when the Stranger began to invade the fortress of my bride's virginity, he found her hymen a stout guardian. "You're hurting me," my bride protested. "Are you sure you want to go through with this?" the Stranger asked. "Yes. I am too excited to stop you now." The Stranger renewed his assault. My bride cried in pain as he broke her hymen, and pushed into where I had not been able to enter. Ever the thoughtful lover, the Stranger's coital movements were slow and gentle. "Does this still hurt?" he asked my bride. "A little," my bride whispered quietly, "but it is beginning to feel really good." After a few minutes the Stranger pushed in deeper, and began to move more vigorously. "This does feel good," my bride said. "I never knew anything could give me so much pleasure." "With your husband it will feel even better. This is always more delightful with the one you love." "Keep doing it. Keep doing it. Oh that is so wonderful," my bride said as she had what I could tell was her first orgasm. The Stranger needed no encouragement, and pushed in deeper and harder. This continued for about twenty minutes, as my bride had several more orgasms. Finally the Stranger said, "I am about to do it. Yes! Yes! he said in triumph as he flooded my bride's vagina with his semen. My bride wrapped her legs around the Stranger, and whispered, "Don't leave yet. This moment is so precious." When she finally released him my bride kissed the Stranger again and again, saying, "Thank you. Thank you so much." "Thank you," the Stranger told my bride, "and you too," he said nodding to me. "Because your bride's first sexual experience was enjoyable, she will not have issues." "You have given us a memorable wedding gift," my bride told him. "We will never forget this. We will never forget you. From now on this will be easy for us." The Stranger used the towel my wife had been laying on to stanch her virginal blood, and wipe his semen that was leaking out. "Give the hotel desk clerk fifty dollars for this towel," he told me. "He knows this is your honeymoon so he will understand. I am keeping it as my payment for your honeymoon instruction and as a memento of what has been a thoroughly satisfying and pleasurable experience for me. I have taught you what to do. Now you must learn from each other. I hope I have contributed to your happiness as a married couple." The Stranger quickly put his clothes on, and folded the towel so that no blood was showing. Before he left, my bride, who was still quite naked hugged him, kissed him and said, "I cannot thank you enough." By now I was thoroughly excited. After the Stranger left I was able to perform adequately with my bride for the first time. When we were finished we lay looking at each other, enjoying the afterglow. "I am not as good as he was, but I will get that way," I said. "Because I love you," my bride told me, "I enjoyed you so much more." The next morning we hoped to be able to have breakfast with the Stranger, but could not find him. After the play we returned to the hotel bar and restaurant, but still could not find him. Because we were both tired we took a nap in our hotel room after a most satisfying love making session. That night we went back to the bar. My wife wore a thin, short, and revealing dress, with no bra underneath, and no panties. Her dress was unbuttoned in front, exposing the most delightful cleavage. Her nipples protruded beneath the dress. The bar was empty, but for the bar tender. My bride sat at the table where we had met the Stranger. I ordered two drinks for us. When I took the glasses back to order two more drinks I said to the bar tender, "My wife and I were here last night. Do you remember us?" "Of course. You're the honeymoon couple. Congratulations. Your next drinks are on the house." "Thank you." When he handed me our two drinks I said, "We were sitting with a man we just met. Has he been back today?" "I am sorry Sir," the bartender responded. "You and your wife are the only two people I remember from last night." Honeymoon Is Over Jen and I had dated for about two years, and in that whole time I had managed to keep my pecker in my pants and not go all the way with her. I, in an unusual twist, wanted to be a virgin on my wedding night for my bride and Jen, while not completely ok with this had acquiesced to my desire. To make it easier on both of us I wouldn't allow any playing around either. Temptation being what it is, I opted to remain pure for my future wife. The night I popped the question to her she cried and was so happy. Even though I knew I was not her first man, I wanted to marry her and share our lives together. I knew that Jen had dated several men, and she had been sexually active with each of them after some time. That is what had caused a little problem in our dating at first. We got married in a huge wedding, even though I wanted a small one, her parents pushed and cajoled us into a large one with about two hundred guests. Right after the reception that evening we took off for the Caribbean for our honeymoon. Jen was hot to trot and ready to consummate our marriage in a big way. Arriving at our hotel on the island everything was just as we had dreamed it would be. We unpacked and then while I was taking a shower, Jen fell asleep. It had been a very big day for her and she hadn't slept well the night before. Since I knew that she was tired I let her sleep. My thoughts were, I had waited this long, a few more hours wouldn't make a big difference to either of us. Or so I thought. While Jen slept I went down to the lobby and found some information on local sights and things to do. I met a guy there I had seen around in our home town a few times. We talked for a few minutes and he was surprised to hear that Jen and I had gotten married. Come to find out he had dated Jen once a long time ago. We chatted a bit more and he mentioned that his company had sent him down to do some business and what a remarkable coincidence that we had chosen to honeymoon here. He offered to buy us dinner the next night if we wanted. I told him that I would check with Jen and get back to him. He gave me his room number along with his cell phone, and then I headed back to the room. Getting back I saw Jen was still out like a light so I undressed and went to bed. We both slept the whole night through and woke in the morning facing each other. Jen had a surprised look in her eyes when she opened them to see me staring at her. "Hi. I guess I fell asleep didn't I?" "Yeah. I let you sleep too. You needed your rest after yesterday and the days before. All the stress and turmoil with our wedding and all. How are you this morning, gorgeous?" "I imagine I have a severe case of the bed head going on. I'm going to take a quick shower." While Jen showered I got up and rounded up some shorts and a tank top to wear on the beach. I also called room service and ordered up some breakfast for both of us while I was at it. Jen came out and told me that the water was glorious and to hurry up taking my shower so we could finally remove my virgin status. I took a shower, and as I was toweling off I could hear her talking with someone. Stepping out I was surprised to find her old boyfriend I had met last night standing there. They had been talking and it was obvious that Jen was a bit uncomfortable at the time I chose to join them. A look passed between them that unsettled me. I saw that the breakfast had been delivered and the way he was standing I had to wonder if he had brought it into the room. Jen blushed a bit then introduced me to Don. "Randy, this is Don. He's someone I used to date a long time ago. He happens to be here on business. Small world isn't it?" "Yeah, I met him last night Jen. I went down to get some brochures on where to go and the sights to see while you were sleeping." "Sleeping? You were sleeping Jen? Don's question was one of disbelief. He was looking at both of us and then when his eyes crossed paths with Jen she blushed yet again. I had to wonder about their history and what they had just been talking about before I came out. I felt like I had interrupted a married couple trying to cover up something. "Yeah. I fell asleep Don. It was a long day, I had little sleep the night before, and then the flight here was so long...I guess I fell asleep on Randy and he let me sleep." "You didn't...you know...your wedding night and all...you expect me to believe that you slept Jen? That is quite unlike the girl I used to date way back when." "Uh...lets not go there okay Don? Randy and I were going to eat some breakfast, would you like to join us?" "I only ordered enough for us Jen. Sorry Don. If you like..." "Oh no. I wouldn't want to intrude on your breakfast. Jen already let me have a few bites anyway. You two probably have some...unfinished business to work on. Jen tells me that you are a virgin then. Man, that must have been hard for you, dating Jen here and not getting to taste..." I spoke to cut him off not wanting to hear him talk about my new wife in any sexual manner at all. "Yeah...I saved myself for my bride on our wedding day. Look, what's the big deal anyway? It's not that I can't or don't want to. I surely do want to that is a fact. I just wanted my first time to be very...special. For both of us." "Oh yeah...I'm not dissing ya at all understand. It's just...well I've never heard of it before. Never met a 28 year-old virgin male before either." Jen was looking at me with a bit of what I took to be contriteness for talking about me behind my back to Don. I was upset a bit but only because Don seemed to be enjoying his little game of words with me. There was a strong undercurrent between all of us and suddenly Don looked at his watch. "Oh man...look at the time. I have to run. See you on the beach later ok Jen? You too Randy?" The way he almost left me out of the loop there had me fuming by the time the door closed on him. "What the hell were you two talking about while I was in the shower and how long was he there anyway?" "Don't get mad at me Randy. It's not my fault Don was here. He had the cart and pushed it in the room. He identified himself as the hotel waiter with our breakfast. I didn't even know he was here." "Yeah? Why did you tell him about my virginity anyway? That was none of his business." "Oh come on Randy. You know I thought your saving yourself for me was cute to begin with. I couldn't help but let him know. He...we were...well, him and I had sex lots of times you know. I never held that back from you. He was the best in bed I ever had too. If we hadn't met..." "What, you'd still be with him? I thought he was the one that was pushing you to try threesomes and stuff like that. Isn't that why you two broke up in the first place?" "Oh...I forgot I told you about that. Yeah. He wanted me to put out to some of his friends. We had a fight over it and I walked out on him. We never got back together after that. Look, that's all ancient history now. Lets eat and go...play." I was mad now. Jen was acting strangely and I almost got the feeling she was trying to cover something up. I looked at our now cold breakfast and saw that someone had been eating on both plates. "Why did you offer him my plate of food Jen? Why would you do something like that?" "Oh...well...I..." "You did. You offered your ex-boyfriend my food on our honeymoon. What has gotten into you anyway? I thought that you loved me and married me to be with me. Why would you offer my food to some old boyfriend like that? Especially one that just ‘happens' to have ‘business' here just as we are starting our honeymoon? Is there something you need to tell me?" I couldn't help myself and let my anger blow. I didn't yell, but Jen could see that I was plainly mad. She stood up to me and I could see that she was getting mad now herself. "Hey, just one minute here...husband. I chose to marry you because I love you and I thought you would take care of me and love me. Now you are as much as accusing me of cheating on you on our honeymoon. Well...well...FUCK!" Shouting that last at me she turned and stormed out of the suite. I stood there just as mad now trying to understand what had just happened in so short of a time. When she had called me husband, it was not a term of endearment by any means. The word coldly spurted out of her mouth with ice attached all over it. I ran out to find her and saw the elevator doors closing just as I rounded the corner. I ran to the stairs and began my four flight run down them in hopes of catching her in the lobby. On the third level I tripped over myself in my hurry and tumbled down that flight of stairs. I felt the bone snap just as I hit the next landing. My leg was broken. A housekeeper came out to see what the noise was all about and found me. The next thing I knew I was in the local hospital getting my leg set and a cast put on. Man...what a honeymoon this was turning out to be. I was just being released about five hours later when a frantic Jen showed up. Through her tears and sobbing I found out that Don had heard about my accident and went and found her on the beach. He then brought her to the hospital to see me. Just great...now I owed this guy for delivering my wife to me. His timing seemed to be...well maybe it was my darker side thinking, but I couldn't shake the feeling that his timing was quite...fortunate...for him. I also had a twinge of suspicion in just how long it took him to find my new wife and how long it took for them to get to the hospital. I thought a quite a bit on our way back to the hotel. I decided that I was being a bit overly paranoid where Jen was concerned and that I owed her an apology. After all, she had chosen to marry me, and she had put up with my need to ‘save' myself for my future bride. If I had only known. The pain meds they gave me knocked me out and the next thing I knew it was morning. Jen was sitting with me holding my hand, her head nodding down as she obviously fought to stay awake. "Hey." Jen jumped with a start. Tears formed and then soon were falling again. "I'm sorry Randy. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have given Don your food like that. I shouldn't have been so preoccupied with being a good hostess either. After all, we are on our honeymoon. Then I blew up and stormed off on you giving you no other choice but to try to catch the elevator by taking those stairs at high speed. It's all my fault you broke your leg." I was stunned by her outburst and the tears. In my half-drugged state I couldn't find the right words to say to calm her down nor could I argue too much about how things turned out either. I knew that it was my clumsiness that caused me to fall and I also knew that I could have walked down those damned stairs too. I finally found my tongue as Jen sat there crying. "Hey beautiful. It wasn't your fault. I was being an ass to begin with. How could I suspect that you would be having something with your old boyfriend like that on our honeymoon? I was the wrong one here. Not you. In any case...it seems that I won't be dancing anytime soon. Not sure about some other things either, what with all the drugs they gave me." "Oh...no." Through her tears I saw the hint of a smile. I smiled and soon we were both laughing. What a honeymoon to tell our kids about. How I broke my leg running down the stairs to catch my new wife right after we had our first official fight as a married couple. All within the first twenty-four hours of being married too. "Well, we have a week and some odd days left of this honeymoon. I should be able to get up and around in a few days. That's why they put on the walking cast. I may not be able to swim or dance but at least we can go around and see the sights." "Oh honey, I'm still upset though. It was my fault that this all happened." "Okay, lets not talk about that anymore. I could have done many things differently, starting with trusting you quite a bit more and perhaps being a tad less...jealous." "Yeah, I should have not offered your breakfast to Don either." Jen and I sat around the rest of that day and I saw that just sitting there with all the beach and fun right out the door and not being able to enjoy it was killing her. The next morning I insisted that she go out and have some fun on the beach. It didn't take too much shoving on my part and she soon disappeared with a promise to show up about lunchtime to stay with me for a bit. Our room afforded us a view of quite a bit of the beach front, and I had found out that our bathroom, being on the end of the building like it was, gave me a view of a bit more of the beach around behind our room too. Jen wasn't aware of this and I hadn't thought about telling her how much more of the beach I could see if I stood just right while peeing. Later that morning, after watching Jen sunbathe out front, I took a nap. When I got up I saw that she was gone from her spot, but her things were still there. Looking around I didn't see her readily. I figured that she must have gone out in the water for a swim, or she was in one of the bathrooms along the beach. I laid down, and willed my leg to get better, hoping against hope that I would have some kind of miraculous recovery. My willing didn't do much for me except remind me I had to pee. Getting up and getting situated with the crutches took a bit and by the time I was able to maneuver enough to get to the bathroom, my need to pee was getting extreme. Standing in front of the toilet was hard since my leg was aching, and resting on a crutch, keeping my balance was difficult, so I sat like a woman and did my business. By the time I got out in the living room of our suite again, Jen was there, looking radiant and as beautiful as I had ever seen her. A bit about Jen, physical descriptions not being my best thing. She stood about five foot nine inches tall, and was very well put together. Her breasts were a very good feature of hers as they didn't sag at all yet they were about the size of cantaloupes. Very nice butt and her legs were the best I had ever seen on a woman. She could have been a Vegas showgirl. Standing in front of me in her thong bikini she took my breath away. I wanted nothing more than to explore her body and show her what I wanted to do with her as far as sex went. I may have been a virgin, but I had been reading for a long time and some of the books I read had prepared me to be a good lover at some point. This much I knew. Myself, well my job keeps me pretty fit yet I still need to go to the gym on a steady basis in order to keep my washboard abs and muscle tone where I like it to be. I'm not an Arnold type body builder, but I keep the tone right there. Not large muscles, but defined real well. I was blessed with a rather large cock. When hard it measures about nine inches and fairly thick. I know that Jen had tried to get her hands on my cock several times and once she had succeeded in getting a feel of it just before it got hard. Since the growth of my cock from soft to hard is so vast a difference in size, she never really got an idea of how large it could get. I had caught her looking at it several times when I had gotten worked up on a date though. Anyway, details finished, we had a nice lunch while Jen fussed around a bit. She had gone swimming twice and then spent the rest of the morning in the sun. I rubbed some more lotion on her body, getting a huge erection in the process since this was the most I had ever touched or seen of her body before. She went out after lunch to tan some more. I laid back down and fell asleep for a bit. My leg was still hurting pretty much too much for me to be on it for long. Keeping it elevated was hard enough sitting in the living room so I went back to the bedroom and crashed. A bit later I woke needing to pee again. I struggled up and then made my way to the bathroom. By the time I got there I knew that I was going to have to stand this time since it would take too long for me to get my shorts down to sit and pee. I got the fly open and started to pee, the pressure dropping quickly as I did. I glanced out the window and what my eyes took in no man should ever have to deal with. Jen, standing on the beach out of sight from the front window, with Don. They were embracing and as I looked on, Jen turned her head up to kiss him. The last thing I would have ever expected to see. I had started to pee to the side of the bowl, and my balance was getting all screwed up as the shock of my vision overcame my senses. I looked back out and they were still kissing hot and heavy. Then, as my heart began to pound with the pain of it all, Jen, MY Jen, reached down between them and grasped his cock through his swim trunks. They pulled apart a bit then as they talked, they turned and walked off down the beach, hand in hand. My last sight was them kissing again just as they turned into a pathway that lead to another hotel down a bit from ours. I was stunned and torn apart. My anger at this betrayal went beyond anything I had ever experienced. My wife of so few hours was already cheating or on the way to cheating on me. Had she ever loved me? Had she been faithful before we got married and were still dating? Doubts cascaded through my mind as I fell back onto the bed. I looked at my wedding band as it seemingly burned into my finger. How could she? Then I thought, maybe I had not seen things exactly as they happened. Maybe it had just been some other woman that looked a lot like Jen. Thinking, I remembered Don giving me his room phone number. I sat down and getting a good grip on my emotions decided to call and pretend to be the hotel concierge and ask to speak to Jen. I rehearsed my little spiel and figured it all out in my head then punched in the numbers. "Hello?" "Yes...this is the Emerald Springs calling to see if Jen...Brown...Mrs. Jen Brown should happen to be there. One of the guests saw her walking with a gentleman whom they knew and told us. We have an important message for her." "Uh...just a minute." I could hear an argument in the background then the phone changing hands. Jen came on. "Hello? What is the message? What's wrong?" I hung up. Overcome with too much emotion I just couldn't say the rest of what I had planned. My Jen...my wife...with her old boyfriend and she had been feeling him up and kissing him like they had never been apart as lovers. My heart was breaking. I shook myself and decided to just wait a bit and see how she acted when she came back. I'd even ask about Don and see what she did. To my surprise, Jen didn't come back for over two hours. I had figured that even with my garbled plan with the phone failing, that she would have gotten worried and come straight to our room to check on me. She didn't. When she came in her hair was mussed and I could see her red marks where here thong didn't cover her ass cheeks. Hand marks in red, fingers up, just like someone had been spanking her as they stuck it to her while fucking. I got cold inside. My heart hardened and even though it ached I pretended that things were fine. "Oh, I was wondering if you would mind if I went out to eat tonight Randy? I know that you don't feel like walking around yet, but I am still a bit stir crazy here." "That would be ok Jen. One of us should be having some kind of fun here at any rate. Where are you going out to eat at?" "Well, there's a nice place about a half mile down the beach just on the other side of the next Honeymoon Is Over hotel. They have live music and one of those feast kind of things going on. You know, the kind that takes a few hours to get through?" "Oh yeah, that sounds like fun. Maybe when I get to walking around we can go there together. Well, if you must I guess go ahead and have lots of fun. I'll be okay here. I'll order up some room service and watch some TV. Might be a good soap opera or something on. You know, one of those shows where wives cheat on husbands and then get caught? They can be quite interesting." When I said that part about the TV shows Jen tensed and I could see that she was thinking I had found out about her little meet with Don earlier. Then she relaxed, probably thinking that I could no way know she had been with him at all. We visited a bit but she was so preoccupied with something in her mind, she couldn't keep up with me in the conversation. I pressed a few times with mentions of some of the couples I had read about in places like this and how they had ‘shared' and how some had cheated on their spouse. Jen was noncommittal during these little side tracks of mine and would always change the subject as quickly as possible. I knew then that she and Don had fucked at least once and that she was going to meet him in a bit for ‘dinner' too. I wondered how the desert was going to be. By the time she was to leave for her ‘dinner' she was wound up tight as a drum. She changed into a nice but very revealing dress. Black, deep cut front and back, and a very short hemline. She looked beautiful in it and I could almost forget about what I knew had already happened once today. Yet, she was dressing this way for him, not me. As she left, I watched her walk and realized that she could not be possibly wearing any underwear at all. No bra because the cut of the dress prevented that and I could not see any panty lines at all in the snug way it clung to her. She was wearing just that black cloth over her hot, firm, and sexy body. All for that asshole ex boyfriend of hers. I was sure by now that he had planned on being here. Whether by his own idea to try to get into her pants or by the two of them working together. Either way, my wife of less than four days was already a cheating spouse and I was cuckolded. A cuckolded virgin no less. "I'll be back real late Randy. You don't have to wait up for me. Get your rest so your leg heals quick. Love you. Bye." "Yeah. L...see ya later." When I didn't say ‘love you' back to her I saw her hesitate. Then she turned and walked away. I sat down and actually cried for the first time. I was deeply hurt that she would be so faithless to me. That she had led me on was obvious now. But why? It wasn't like I was rich or anything. I sat there and then came up with a plan. It was going to make my leg hurt like a bastard, but in the end it would be worth it to me. I was going to crash a party with a camera. Then I was leaving for home and an annulment. She could have lover boy and I hoped that they would be happy together. Rotting in hell. I got dressed up a bit more than the boxers I had been wearing and got my camera ready. How nice I thought...her daddy had given us this camera as we went to the airport to fly here. A ‘honeymoon' gift from her parents. How ironic that her father's honeymoon gift would be used to prove her cheating on me on our honeymoon. I managed to hobble with the aid of my crutch to the lobby of our hotel and then caught a cab ride to the other hotel. Since I had lover boy's hotel room number I didn't have to deal with the front desk at all. Nice touch of him, giving me his room number like that. I made it to the door of his room and listened. I could hear laughter and talking going on. It sounded like he had several guests in his room. I moved my hand to the door knob and found it unlatched. Evidently the last person through hadn't pulled it closed all the way. I peeked in and was relieved to see that this hotel was laid out like ours. The front door was in a separate hallway with a closet and an overdone curtain was blocking a direct view of this door. I slipped in and then into the closet. Looking through the crack in the door I saw Jen with Don and two other men. They were all laughing and joking and Don had his hands all over Jen's body. I could see that she was wondering what was going on with these other guys. They weren't leaving and Don was getting pretty bold with where his hands were going. "So, Don tells me that you're a pretty good fuck little lady. You ever had three men before?" "What? I don't know what you mean." Don grabbed Jen's hand and pulled her right in front of the closet I was hiding in. A whispered conversation took place with Don pressing against her as he told her more or less what the night held for her. "Look Jen. You and I have had some fun today. This will even be better. You won't get hurt and we won't do anything you don't want to. Live a little here. These guys are important to my business and you will be my gift to them. They know you are here on your honeymoon. They are real interested in having a newly married bride. If you do everything right tonight, I won't have to show those pictures to anyone. You'll be the good little wifey and still have the hubby fooled." "You never said a word about other men Don. I'm not sure about this. I think I had better leave." "You leave now and hubby will have the pictures of you and I by lunch time tomorrow. Are you sure you want that? This one time. Then you get the pictures and I go away. Never to bother you again." "Never?" "Never." "Well...okay then. But Randy had better never find out about us. I can't believe that I let you talk me into fucking you again this afternoon as it is. I had forgotten how good you really were in bed. Okay, but if I say no...no means no...right?" "No means no. But you'll try some things first before you say no though...right?" "What things?" "Well, three men...need three..." "Anal? Oh Don...I don't know...I've never managed to do that. It will hurt too much." "I have some lube and we will be very gentle with you too. At least let us try. You may find out you like it...who knows?" " I guess I really don't have much choice. I may have some fun too. You are so evil, you know that Don? How you ever talked me into this..." "Lets go then Jen. Your party awaits." I couldn't believe it. My wife was about to have three men, two she hadn't known at all a few minutes earlier. It sounded like Don was blackmailing her, but it was also obvious to me that he wasn't having to twist her arm too much either. As I watched, these men surrounded my wife and began to kiss, caress, fondle and tease. Soon I heard her moaning as they got her to a place I hadn't . I could see her standing there accepting the touches of these men and wondered how and why she could do this to us. Soon her dress was flying across the room and I saw only flashes of skin as they converged on her nude body. Her moans were louder than before and I could hear her begging now too. I snuck out of the closet and with the camera at ready I waited for the proper moment for the picture taking. One of the men laid back on the bed and my wife, of her own volition, crawled up between his legs and then, straddling him, taking his hard cock in her hand and placing in at the entrance to her pussy. As she lowered herself down on his shaft her head fell back, eyes closed and her moan was one of desire. Soon she was moving up and down on his cock as he played with her tits. His lips locked on one nipple as his hands pinched and tugged on the nipple of the other breast. This all stopped when Don moved to kneel in front of her and she bent to take his cock into her mouth. She looked so sexy as she wantonly sucked his cock inside her, swallowing his shaft all the way down her throat to bury her lips at the base of his cock. Her ass was up in the air now, I could clearly see that cock ramming into her pussy, filling her. The third man move up behind her and with the tube of lube Don had handed him, began fingering her ass with first one, then two, and finally three fingers. As soon as she appeared to get used to the third finger poking her back there, he moved up and placing his cock head right on her starfish, he waited. Soon, Jen was trying to push back on his cock. Whether it was her wanting it or Don shoving her back with his cock buried in her throat, I don't know. As soon as the head of his cock popped inside her tight little ass, he began to shove forward until his whole shaft was all the way inside. Then after a little wait for her to adjust, he began to stroke in and out of her. I chose this moment to move out and take my first picture. The beauty of the camera her father had given us was that I could take a lot of pictures really fast and I had set it up to do just that. I got about six pictures off before they noticed the flashing of the camera. As they began to move to get free of my wife, I let the camera finish that roll of film. Then I simply turned and walked...well...hobbled our of the door. I heard Jen call out to me, but I was beyond stopping to ‘chat' now. I made it to the lobby and the cab was just pulling up when Don cam running down to me. "Hey...what are you going to do with those pictures? Don't do anything rash now." "Fuck off asshole. You can just fuck off and die. You come any closer, broken leg or not I will remove any doubt as to just what I can do with this crutch and my bare hands. You will get all you deserve. I hope you have plans on taking care of Jen real well too. She's your's, all yours enjoy." I climbed into the cab and we were off. In the back window I saw Jen running after me as we pulled out into traffic. I went back the to our hotel room and having already packed my things, threw them into the waiting cab and then had him deliver me to the airport. I arrived home...to my home, alone. Jen had yet to move in with me. That was our next step when we got home from our honeymoon. Now that looked to be never. I took the film to a trusted friend to have him develop. He was distressed when he saw the pictures the following day and came over to have a few drinks with me. I knew he had questions, but I was still too shocked and wound up to talk about it. He left, after getting me to promise to talk to him and not do anything rash. I already knew what I intended to do. I had six copies of each picture and I sat down and put together six envelopes of the pictures. One to Jen's parents, one to Don's parents, one to Don's wife (I had done some background work on him while waiting for the pictures to be developed. It seems that Don had gotten married six months before. What an ass.), and then a couple of others to some friends of ours, none with any explanations, just the pictures to do all the talking. In most of the pictures you could see the wedding ring I had given Jen. Placed on her finger with the hopes and dreams of having her as a lover and partner for eternity. I never knew that eternity was only three days. I did nothing with the envelopes, deciding to wait a bit before sending them off. Jen hadn't called so I could only assume that she had stayed at the hotel for the entire week and some odd days we had left. Probably partying with anyone who wanted to have her nubile young body. I had never had any hint or idea that she would or had been unfaithful to me. I hadn't a clue about anything now it seemed. She had pulled the wool over my eyes so well. I wondered if we had went ahead and had sex early on in our relationship if it would have made any difference. Had my drive to be ‘pure' for my wife on our wedding night been too much to ask of her? I had noticed that my cock was a bit bigger than all of the men that night. The biggest had been Don and I was about two inches longer. Evidently size didn't matter as much as using it. Since I had the time off from work yet, I just sat around moping and wondering what I was going to do. I finally called the minister who had married us and after a little chat, he arranged to see me. When I asked him during our meeting about the chances of getting our marriage annulled, he was surprised. Then I explained, with the graphic photos in hand of what Jen had done to us. He looked sick when he saw the first picture, and just handed them back without looking at any of the others. "Randy, are you sure you want to get your marriage annulled? Can't you forgive her and try to make your marriage work yet? It's not right that she did this to you, to both of you, but she did have a history with Don. Do you think you could at least try to work it out with her?" "You have to be joking pastor. You're kidding right? She not only cheated on me, she cheated on me with three men. Two of them she didn't even know before that night. Total strangers. While it isn't something she would have done freely, she didn't fight with Don too much about it. Matter of fact she sounded as if she was looking forward to it. How would I ever be able to trust her again? My wife...easiest piece..." "Randy...that is possibly true, but what about her drew you to her to begin with? There must be a thread of love for her left. I would be remiss in my duties to my God if I didn't try to keep your marriage intact. You need to talk to her, find out her side of this...mess." "Reverend, with all due respect, I can't bring myself to want to be near her anymore. She cheated on me, lied to me, and she did it with her eyes wide open too. Just before she left to go to that...party...I mentioned cheating wives...she knew that I was getting suspicious yet she still went. She was worried that I knew, yet she still had to go. She never tried to tell me a damned thing. She wanted to go there and...do that." "But what about the blackmail by Don?" "Yeah...how did he get those first pictures to begin with? She had already cheated on me with him once that day. Maybe even more than that. Maybe she had been f...sleeping with him all along while dating me. How's that for a faithful girlfriend or wife? No...I'm done and I want an annulment. If you won't do that I'll apply for a divorce. I would rather get the marriage annulled though." "Well, I want you to think about it for two weeks first. I will also require both of you to attend a counseling session together. You need to talk to her Randy. That is the minimum I will do for you to get the annulment." "Dammit...I just want this over and done with, she cheated on me and as far as I'm concerned its over between us. Period." "One couples session Randy. At least to hear her side of everything." "If that's the best you'll do...okay. One, repeat, only one session. Then the annulment. Right?" "If that is still what you want at that point, then the annulment." "I don't think I'll be changing my mind reverend." I went home and thanked the Gods that my leg was getting a bit better. I could walk on it now, the cast supporting me pretty well. I still had to watch overdoing it and I had a long ways to go until getting that cast off. As I checked my messages on the phone I found three in a row from Jen. Tears and begging. I was upset all over again. Did she really think that crying because I had caught her with three men was going to soften me up now? Did she think I would take her back now that she had cheated on me on our honeymoon? I had saved myself...all for what? To be left behind while my new wife had fun with three other men at once. Deep inside I knew that I had screwed up a bit in my insistence of remaining pure for my wife. That had been a mistake for sure. Perhaps if I had been sexually active with Jen before hand she would have never had a reason to cheat on me. Water under the bridge...already gone down stream and no coming back. A while later, just after supper, a knock on my door got me on my feet. Opening it I found my...estranged wife standing there, red eyed and still crying. "C-C-Can we talk Ra-Randy? P-P-P-Please?" "What's to talk about Jen? I'm sure you're going to say that you love me. Well, I still love you as much as that pains me to say. What else is there to talk about? You want me to understand or accept an apology? Maybe you can undo the sex with those guys then? Or better yet, maybe you can undo the sex you had with Don before that time? How many times would you have to undo all that sex while you were dating me Jen? How many times did you fuck around on me? You couldn't wait one little bit more? On our honeymoon for Christ's sake. There is nothing to talk about. I'm asking for an annulment. We will have to have a session with the minister of yours that married us first, but then it's over with. Good night." I never gave her a chance to talk and slammed the door in her face on my last words. Locking it I hobbled to the phone and unhooked it too. Then I went to bed. I slept the sleep of the condemned that night. Tossing and turning. My dreams were all of Jen. Sometimes of dates we had and the fun times, but always Don showing up in them and taking her...again and again. In the morning I showered and made to go to the doctors for a follow-up on my leg. I opened the door to find Jen curled up sleeping on my front doorstep. She had slept there all night and I hadn't known it. I felt a bit sorry for her, then the memories came back. I ended up stepping over her quietly and going on my way. Arriving home she was sitting on my front steps waiting. "What? Haven't you got it yet? We are through Jen. It's over. You made your choice and it wasn't to be with me. That's it. Have a nice life but, get out of here and live it now. We're done." "I need you to listen to me Randy. I. .." "Listen to some more lies? Listen to how you cheated on me after only being married for one day? Listen to try to explain how this was all somehow my fault then? No. We will have our session with the pastor then it's all over. The fat lady will have sung then. I can't even recognize who you are anymore. You threw it all away for some ‘right now' gratification. You don't really expect me to forgive and forget and go blindly on with you now do you? Go home to daddy and when he asks you why you're at his home instead of with your new husband, tell him how Don and his buddies were so much more fun than I was. See if he will be understanding of you too." "Randy...please. I know I chose...poorly..." "POORLY! Damn, twisting things up already...go away Jen. We are no more." "Okay Randy, I was stupid for even talking to Don. I should have known that he had planned that whole business trip thing. I should have paid attention to you and just chased him off. Then we had that fight over the breakfast...and you broke your leg. H-H-H-he was the one that found me. He took me to you. He made me feel safe in a country far from home." "Did you know that he is married now? Did you know that he planned to be where ever we went to honeymoon in order to get you one last time? Probably hoped that you would get caught having it off with those guys in order to break us up too. Wouldn't put it past him. But the real point Jen is this, you allowed it to happen to begin with. Even newly married as we were you allowed him to talk you into bed with him. Why? How could you? I think that if not him, someone else would have or eventually will have talked you into cheating on me. I think it is Honeymoon Is Over something in your makeup Jen. You're a cheater. You cheat on people. Worst of all, you cheat on yourself. Goodbye Jen. Have a nice life." I turned away and closed the door. Tears formed in my eyes as I had said that last bit to her. It had hurt far worse than my leg getting broken or any other pain I had ever had in my life to that point. The woman I had loved beyond life itself had torn me up and tossed me aside for a bit of fun with the old boyfriend. Faithless. Cheat. The look in her eyes as I had tore into her broke my heart. I didn't let up, and that haunted me. For the next three days I heard nothing from her. Her father called once. He spoke quietly on the phone and just asked if there was any chance at all I would consider taking Jen back. I couldn't answer him and just hung up. The minister called to set up the session with Jen and I dreaded that day coming. I went out with some friends one night just before that session and as we were drinking and partying I saw Jen with her girlfriends. They all glared hard at me like I was the one who had cheated on her. Bitches. Damned nosey bitches. All the party fun went out of me and I made to leave. As I walked by Jen and her friends she jumped up and blocked my way. Her friends surrounded me effectively stranding me. "Please...can we talk Randy? Please?" "Jen, we have been there and done that. There is nothing to talk about. I got married to the most beautiful and loving girl in the world. I saved myself for her. She threw it all away by cheating on me. I'm still a virgin Jen. A married virgin. That is a mistake I am going to change quite soon too. I'll not be a virgin much longer, even if I have to go out and buy that from a streetwalker. I'll not be a virgin anymore. Say, are you going to be busy Friday night? I've got a hundred bucks and I want to get laid." "Okay. You're right. I really made a mess of things and you...caught me in that too. Everything is so...mixed up right now. I wanted you to know one thing Randy. I love you. I think I always will too. I'm...I...oh...I'm so sorry I hurt you like that. So sorry." She was too upset to talk and her friends moved to surround her as she broke down crying. I moved on, limping, wishing that I had never broken my leg that day. Maybe things would have turned out better, or at least far different from what they did. I had been quite harsh in my striking out at her. I just couldn't get her out of my system yet and then the pain was so severe to me still...I couldn't help but be mean towards her. Then I'd feel guilty for doing so too. Our day with the minister was a complete loss. He was trying to get us to work things out so that the marriage wouldn't fall. Jen was trying to get me to work things out between us. I just wanted it over with. In the end I became the bad guy. I forced the issue at hand and by the time I walked out four hours later, I had won my annulment. If one could call that winning. I went out and got on my lips drunk and found out that I couldn't walk drunk with that damned cast on my leg. After a few phone calls, I finally found a buddy to come get me and take me home. At home for the remaining two days I had before going back to work, I just sat around and moped. I wasn't sure I had tried enough to work things out, but how many husbands were or had ever been in my position? Very few I was certain. At work I found people avoided me unless they absolutely had to talk to me. I guess I had a bit of an attitude looking back on it. I did do one thing that I thought long and hard about. I sent Don's wife one of the envelopes. He called me about two days later furious with me. It turned out that his wife had left him and since her daddy owned the business where Don worked, he was fired too. His problems were just starting though. After his firing it came out that he had used two secretaries in his little ‘sex for the clients' scheme's and they came forward. The tangled web woven by his greed for sex and clients spread and spread. Soon there were several other firings that I heard about. Some of his clients were in the marriage troubles too. I wondered about the two men who had enjoyed my wife that day. Had they been in the spread of trouble caused by Don too? After that week, I found that my feelings towards Jen started to change a bit. I knew that we would never get back together now, but at least I didn't hate her as much as I had during the whole ordeal. I could see how she was led in and then coerced into the things she did for Don. Had I not witnessed her talking to Don about the two other men in the hotel room that day I might have even let myself be talked into taking her back afterwards. The problem was I had heard them talking and she had been looking forward to the sex with those men deep inside. Single again, I didn't date. I did take care of my virginity status though. I went out one night and getting about half drunk, paid a ‘lady of the evening' for a few hours of her time. I told her I was a virgin, and she didn't believe me until we actually got into the act. I guess it showed and as it did her whole attitude towards me changed. By the end of those hours I had learned how to fuck a woman and fuck her well. I had also learned how to eat pussy, and even how to take a woman in anal sex as well. Her guidance was very good-natured and she even cut me some slack on the cost. She had never had a virgin man before. I worried about STD's, but with the condoms and all I was a bit relieved. A month later I got checked just in case and came out clean. After that I set my sights on dating again. Getting out and about as a free agent was hard at first. I still felt ‘taken'. It took about four dates to get over that feeling too. A year went by and I was on top of my game. I kept myself free of any long-term commitments, and my job had worked out for me in ways I never could have thought possible. I was promoted twice, and my salary was now close to six figures. I had no debt, other than my house payments, and life was going smooth. One day a buddy asked me if I would go on a blind date with him. I was confused at first, then realized he wanted me to take out someone that I didn't know, not that he didn't know. I almost declined, but he begged me to because his girlfriend was getting pushy about him finding a guy for her friend. His girlfriend was positive that her friend was the perfect woman for me and she was insistent that I do this. I argued with them about it over several days and finally, getting weary of his nagging, decided that maybe one date wouldn't be a real bad thing. Not looking forward to the date but still curious, I accepted. On that night, I showed up at the restaurant and ended up waiting for them to show. He came in with his girlfriend and as they sat down my date showed up. Shock could not explain my feelings. His girlfriend looked at my face then at my dates face as we came to realize who each other was. She was smiling at both of us. I was too stunned to say a word. Jen was speechless as well. I sat there not knowing what to do. Should I run or should I tough it out for the dinner then duck out? After a cautious look at my ex-wife I decided to stay and have dinner in spite of my misgivings. "Hi Jen. Long time no see. Did you have..." "NO. Paula arranged this whole thing without telling me your name. Obviously they never told you my name either. Um...so...how have you been?" "Okay I guess. Dating and working. Yourself?" "Um...well...that is to say..." "Jen hasn't been dating anyone silly. She just sits around moping about her life and how she lost you Randy. It's killing her. I thought you both needed to see each other. So...if you have any problems with this whole night just chew me out since Jen had nothing to do with it at all." We both started to talk to Paula at the same time. It got confusing for a moment then I sat quietly as Jen asked her a few questions. "Paula, are you nuts? You know that our marriage was annulled and why. How could you think that Randy would ever want to see me again anyway? What is wrong with you? Randy doesn't want anything to do with me anymore. How could you do this to me? To him?" Paula was sitting there confidently and composed. It was as if she had expected both of us to be more than a little upset. "Jen, you still are living in your shadow world. You had to get out and live sometime and I just thought that this would bring it to a head and get it over with in your mind at the same time." I felt that it was my turn...and didn't have much at all to say. I was thinking deep down that it was good to see Jen again, even under the circumstances. "Paula, this is a kind of a nasty thing to spring on Jen and I. You know our history and yet you do this. Why?" "Well Randy, I think that you two were a perfect match for each other first of all. Secondly, you have been dating, but not...'dating'. You know what I mean. You've been dating women but not anything serious in any way. You are searching for someone that you lost and Jen is it." Our dinner was a long and uncomfortable event. It seemed to drag for me and I think for Jen as well. Then, to top off the whole thing, my buddy and his girlfriend ducked out on us while they were dancing. Jen and I sat there for about an hour before we realized that they had left us alone. "Um...looks like we have been left Randy." "Yeah, I was beginning to wonder. They left us and took off. Damn." "Look, you don't have to take me anywhere, I'll call a cab. It was good to see you though. Thanks for not running out or getting angry and causing a scene. I'm sorry that she set us up like this too. I had no idea..." "I'll give you a ride Jen. It's the least I could do under the circumstances. I can tell you knew nothing about this date. I..." "You don't have to give me a ride Randy. I can catch a cab easily. Honest. I don't want to trouble you in any way." "Jen...about uh...I mean..." I had to know. It had bothered me for quite some time after the annulment. "Don? He got kicked out by his wife, her father fired him, his friends all disappeared, and then he had the nerve to come begging on my doorstep for a place to stay. I told him off and sent him packing. He left town after that. Not sure where, nor do I care. He was the largest loser I ever had the misfortune of knowing." "You sent him packing? I sent the pictures to his wife. Afterwards. I was cool when I did it too, not hot and angry. I felt she needed to know for sure. He obviously hid his tracks pretty well up to that point." "Yeah, and I wasn't the only one he pulled into his hooks either. The list was quite long." "Guess he got what he deserved then huh?" "Yeah. Everyone did Randy. Except you. You never deserved what I did to you." "Jen..." "No, you need to hear me out Randy. I need you to. What I did was the cruelest thing a wife could have done to her husband. You gave me hints for a while and I chose to ignore them because I was still a bit mad at you deep down and because of the excitement Don made me feel. I was so wrong in so many ways." "Yeah, well I could have done some things differently too Jen. That no sex thing...stupid. Really stupid. If we had been having sex you may not have been so easily swayed to his direction. I..." "No. I should have shut him down that first day. I didn't because of the way everything had gone and us not having things go our way like I had hoped. I was a bit...I guess too horny and a little mixed up too. If anyone was responsible though it was that dirty dealing jackass. He meant to do what he did and he went way out of his way to do it too. Some kind of power trip over me I guess. After we started dating I blew him off because I was in love with you and he had only been...I guess our thing was all just the sex in the end." We ended up having the longest talk about the whole sordid affair. I was calm and cool now and it appeared that Jen had finally accepted the fact that she had more than messed up things. I had my part in it all though too. We talked about other things for a while then I took her home. Her apartment was small and in a kind of a run down neighborhood. I was a bit worried about her walking to her door by herself in the darkness of the night, so I walked her to her door. There we spent an awkward few moments until I finally said goodnight. Getting home I sat up and thought over the whole night. Jen had changed a bit, she looked...I don't know...perhaps a bit tired or maybe sad. I wondered how she had seen me? Did I have that same haunted look too? I know I had truly and honestly loved her mind, body and soul. It had been so hard on me. I tossed and turned that night and for several nights afterwards. I finally dropped by her place one night and asked her out for coffee. We chatted some more and she seemed to be a bit happier that night. Soon, we were fast becoming a ‘thing'. We had dated several times over a few months and I found our talks to be different than what we had before. I still had feelings for her, that I knew. She too had feelings for me yet also. One night after a few cups of coffee I had to stop by my house for a minute to check on a troublesome pipe. Jen came along as it was on the way to her place. At home, she came in to look around and was suitably impressed. I had managed to fix up the place and do some neat things in the yard as well. She loved it all. Her eyes lit up as she looked around. Without thinking about it I put my arm around her as she looked at the deck I had built out back. She hesitated then moved in closer to me. I was startled when she looked up at me and as I looked back, she moved close and kissed me with a soft and quick kiss on the lips. Then she broke away and walked out on the deck to investigate it more fully. I stood there, my emotions running wild. I was asking myself if I really wanted to be with her again and I was having problems giving myself an answer. Meanwhile Jen just gave me space and continued to look over the deck. I offered her a cup of coffee in the kitchen and she waited for it sitting at the kitchen table. That table that I had seen her sit at so many times before. My heart was pounding and my hand shook just a bit as I sat her coffee mug down in front of her. "So...uh...what do you think of the house anyway?" "It's just beautiful Randy. You really fixed it up nice. I love that deck. You built it all by yourself?" "The deck? Yeah. Well, I had to get some help at the start and all. I loved building it. It was a part of my...it helped me when...I'm sorry.' I had about told her that I had used it as my medicinal purging from the hurt and pain, since that is what it had been. I then thought of who I was talking to and knew I had to shut up. Jen could see what I had about said though and I saw a little cloud pass over her eyes for a moment. "I know. I'm still sorry about that too Randy. I wish...I just wish..." "It's okay Jen. I know you suffered too. It was all a bad dream though. For both of us." "So...how long did it take then?" "I'm sorry...how long did what take?" "The deck silly. How long did it take you to build?" "Oh. Uh...I think it took about three months weekends and evenings. I could have gone faster but I had other considerations." "Have you found anyone special yet Randy? I mean...I just..." "No. Nobody. Just hasn't been anyone I care to know that well I guess. I am no longer a virgin though. I...well...I paid a lady to help me there and then in my dating afterwards..." "So you did lose that cherry then? I find that sad for some reason. You worked so long to save yourself for that one special woman only to..." "Jen, don't. It's over with. Water under the bridge. Let it go. I think I have." "Oh Randy, I just can't seem to forgive myself. I hurt you so bad and..." "Jen, I forgive you. Please...let it go." "If it were only so easy to do as to say." In my heart I was agreeing with her. It had not been easy for me in the past year. I had dated of course, but nobody I dated was that special person I would want to spend the rest of my life with. "Randy, I was wondering..." Her voice broke through my thoughts and I had been unaware that I had been silent for a bit. "What?" "Well...that is to say...you have no reason to want to, but I have wondered ever since...that...day...what it would have been like. You know...being with you. Sexually." "Oh. Well, to be honest I had some thoughts about you that way too." "Look, I know you probably don't want to go there, but I am curious enough to want...God, I sound like a...wanton whore...oh damnit...look, we never got to...have sex...and I wondered if..." "Jen, do you think that would be a good idea after all that happened? I'm not sure I want to..." "I know...after what I did that day...you probably wouldn't want to touch me intimately ever." "No. What I was going to say Jen is that we are just now getting along pretty good considering everything. I don't want to mess up whatever we have now by getting too close. It might confuse things between us." "What do we have Randy? I mean, what exactly are we now? We have been seeing each other and visiting. It is different than before but still...what are we?" "Maybe renewed friends? Jen, after all that happened, please don't take this the wrong way, but I have had...issues...of sorts with trust and commitment. I know that just having sex wouldn't interfere with that but it's our past that worries me. I'm afraid...it just that..." "You're afraid of falling in love with me again and me hurting you like before?" "Well, yes. The honest truth is I fear you because of what happened then. I am not sure I could ever trust you and that lack of trust between us would cause problems later on. I don't know if I'll ever get over those feelings or as a matter of fact, to be quite straight with you, if I will ever get over you either." "Oh...I hurt you far worse than I ever dreamed I could. I've looked back on that day that he...talked me into being with him and wondered how I could ever have done that. Maybe you were right. Maybe I am a cheat and always will be a cheater." "No, I was angry. That was not the truth. Yes, you did cheat, but that doesn't mean you would again. Not after all...well, I would hope that after all that happened between us you would think long and hard before doing that to anyone again. My anger struck out at you in the only I could without being...physical." Jen moved closer to me, scooting her chair around. Taking my hands in hers she held them as she looked into my eyes. I could see something there, some kind of spark or fire. I kept quiet, waiting for her to speak, or do something. She sat there for a long time, just looking into my eyes and holding my hands. Then, deliberately, slowly, and firmly, she place my hands on her breasts. Holding them to her she closed her eyes for a moment then reopened them to look deeply into my eyes again. "Randy...can you feel my heat? I don't care about anything anymore but having you. You are the one man that captured my heart long ago and I've never been whole since that day you left. I have no bargaining chips or power to make you do anything. If I did, I wouldn't want to use them in any way to control you. I remember spending many nights masturbating after a date with Honeymoon Island You hope that the weather will hold out a little longer on this well secluded beach of this tiny Gulf Coast island. The sky above is dark and threatening, yet across the Gulf we can see the reds, pink, yellow and purple of the setting sun. You can't help wondering what I have in the picnic basket; you know it will be wonderful. After we park the convertible in the deserted lot, we venture into the wooded trail area of the island to find a quiet spot for our little getaway. I take your hand and we walk hand in hand for a while until we get to a clearing on a small hill overlooking the Gulf. I throw a blanket down over the mix of sand and grass, and begin to unpack the basket. As the items appear, you think that they are a little strange for a picnic, that is, they are not the traditional picnic foods. I pull out a bottle of very fine champagne, and many different kinds of fruits, especially juicy ones like melons, strawberries, and peaches. I pour you a drink and I toast to you, to your beauty and to the magnificent sunset we are watching. The moment is almost spoiled by the swift breeze that moves across the Gulf and brings a fine ocean spray with it. We are only glad the water and wind are so warm. Anyway, I sit on the blanket with my back to an old log and have you sit between my legs with your back against my chest, so I can easily feed you some of the treats I have brought and can massage your shoulders while you sip your champagne. You lean back into me and look up at the ominous sky, but I tell you not to worry about it and bring a cold piece of melon to your lips. You bite into the juicy fruit, and the juice drips down your chin and neck, painting your flesh, then down to your cleavage and is absorbed by your bikini top that you are wearing under a loose fitting button up shirt. After several pieces of many different kinds of fruit, your chin, neck and chest are very sticky as is my hand and arm. You suggest we go for a quick swim to wash off before the rain comes, but I stop you telling you that I am going to give you a bath instead. You look puzzled, until I whisper in your ear that I plan to use my tongue. With that I bring my lips to yours and we share a passionate kiss as our tongues hungrily explore each others mouths. I move my mouth to your chin, tasting the fruit juice and making sure I lick up every last little bit of the sticky nectar before moving down to your neck. I pay your neck the same attention as I did your chin which brings you a good deal of pleasure. I work my way down to your throat and just as I am about to get to your sternum, we are startled by a loud explosion over the water. We realize it was thunder as a tropical, warm downpour begins. Your first response is to run for shelter, but I will not let you get up, I swing my body around and use my weight to pin you to the ground. You realize that resisting will get you nowhere, but you try anyway. I respond by pinning you down and tickling you until you begin to beg me to stop, but I do not stop. I keep tickling you, trying to break your feisty spirit. I tear open your blouse and begin to tickle you naked skin. Before long, the tickling drives you to tears, but I do not stop. Strangely, the tickling begins to be overshadowed by a stirring in your groin and a wetness in your pussy. The more I tickle, the hotter you get. I finally stop, only a few moments before you would have had a powerful orgasm. The rain has completely soaked us and I bring my wet head to yours and our lips find each other again. This time, there is almost no controlling your hunger. Having been so close to an orgasm, you are very hot and very very wet, both inside and out. As we kiss deeply, wildly, we hastily try to undress each other but we are hampered as the wet clothes stick to our skin and are hard to remove. As we manage to pull away the clothes, we feel the warm rain on our skin and the water dripping from my body onto yours. By the time I have you stripped down to only your bikini bottom and you have me stripped down to my bikini briefs, it is dark around us with just a hint of moon showing thru the clouds and reflecting off the water. The rain continues to pour down on us. I kiss my way down your neck to your waiting breasts. I try to lick every drop of water from your heaving chest and nipples but the rain is determined to soak you. It is a losing battle but a good reason to lick and kiss your chest, neck and belly. The combination of rain, licks, kisses, and the fresh smell of the ocean air intoxicates you and you place your hands on my soaking wet hair and urge me down lower on your body towards your soaking wet pussy. I happily and hungrily allow myself to travel lower, stopping to drink the collected water from your belly button. As I travel lower, I grab the crotch of your bikini bottom, letting my fingers graze your sex, and slowly pull the bottoms down, kissing every soaked inch as it is exposed to my mouth and to the warm sweet rain. Finally I get to the warm pink essence of your womanhood and my tongue begins a slow dance with your most private spots. I have removed your bikini bottom and have spread your legs wide for the dark clouds to see, for them to mix your juices with their pouring rain. It feels as if my tongue is everywhere at once as I savor your wonderful taste mixed with the sweet rain and salt water of the Gulf. You are on the edge of losing control of your body and mind but manage to continue to hang in there until I slide two thick fingers into your never so wet before pussy. As my fingers penetrate you and curl to touch your G-spot you finally let loose with the orgasm that has been building for almost the last hour. The rush of blood and the heat of your body makes the warm rain seem to almost sting as it continues to pelt you as you lie naked on your back convulsing with the pleasure of orgasm. You look so beautiful there naked and wet that I can not wait any longer. I free my hard and throbbing penis from my briefs, kneel between your legs, place your ankles on my shoulders and slowly slide my meat into your waiting, quivering, pink hole of pleasure. I have never ever been inside a woman as hot, tight or wet as you are right now, but I still take my time squeezing my fat cock into you. I slide in slowly, an inch at a time, but you thrust your hips, trying to speed me up. Slowly I continue. Before long I am deep inside you. I press hard into you and wait there a while, pressing my pubic bone into your clitoris. After what seems like forever to you, I begin to pump my manhood into you, long slow strokes from tip to base, tip to base, tip to base, tip to base. The speed is agonizing; you need it hard and fast. You reach down and start pinching your nipples, trying to compensate for my agonizingly slow pace. The only good thing about the pace is that you can feel every inch of my cock sliding in and out as it stretches you wide open. In a soft whisper you begin to beg me to speed the pace, "fuck me baby, faster, fuck my hot little pussy, fuck it baby, so fucking good, please baby I need it baby fuck with your fat cock baby, please, I'm so fucking wet baby, fuck me baby please." It is very exciting to see such a beautiful woman begging to be fucked by my cock, using such filthy language, that I know I won't hold out much longer... I speed the pace, faster and faster, pumping for all I'm worth, my daily workouts, paying off. You say, "Oh yes baby, that's it fuck me hard, oh gawd baby yess, do me baby, make me cum" Being close to the edge myself, I pump even faster, pounding your pussy like it has never been pounded before. I pull out and shoot a huge load of cream onto your tanned rain soaked belly and chest. Immediately after, with a few flicks of my thumb, you slide into another orgasm and begin to writhe around on the waterlogged blanket. I realize that it is very late and the park patrol will be coming through to make sure everyone has left for the night. I gather all our things and throw them in the basket. I help you up and tell you that I want to carry you to the car. I have you hold the basket, then tell you to face me. I have you jump up and wrap your legs around me. Like this your sopping pussy is just above my penis. I shift around a little and manage to get my penis head at the opening of your love box. Once I do, I tell you how beautiful you look as I let you slip down a little, impaling you onto my still hard and ready rod. I carry you down the trail like this until we are about half way back to the car. Each step I take massages my penis with your pussy walls and has excited me to the point that I need to do something about it. I pin you against a tree and begin to pump my cock in and out of you again. As I stand there pumping into you, I kiss your neck and squeeze your breasts. It doesn't take much more pumping for me to get close to cumming again. This time, I fill your pussy with my juice. I am weak from the orgasm but I continue to carry you to the car, my penis still firmly inside you. We get to the car to find we forgot to put the top up and the leather seats are soaked. I sit you on the hood of the car. You spread your legs wide and I stand between them. My cock lines up perfectly with your entrance to your love tunnel (One of the reasons I rented this particular car) I slip it in to you and you press your breasts against my hard and hairy chest as I begin to rock back and forth inside of you. Our lips meet and our tongues begin to explore each others mouths. The rain continues to pour down on us as we continue to pleasure each other. You reach down and start to rub you clit, keeping pace with my fucking. A few more quick, hard thrusts finds you bucking with orgasm. I continue to fuck you through your orgasm, knowing it will be a long time before I cum again. I keep fucking you, hard and fast until you cum yet again. This time I pull out and ask if you think you can still walk. You say that you think you can still walk. I tell you then that means I've still got work to do. I help you down off the hood of the car and walk you to the car door. I open the door and have you kneel on the front seat with your beautiful ass high in the air. Your face is buried against the leather seat. As you inhale, you smell the wet leather and your head begins to spin. The spinning begins to intensify as once again my cock slips into your silky pussy from behind. You have your legs together and that makes you even tighter. I waste no time with teasing and begin to pump hard and fast. My thrusts are so hard that they cause you to slide across the wet leather car seat, dragging your tits across the leather, until you bang your head on the driver's door. I pump faster and harder now that you can't slide any more. Suddenly, I see some moving lights down the road and realize that it must be the patrol. I quickly pull out and hop into the car, naked. I start the car and prepare to drive away. You crouch down on the floor on the passenger side so they will not be able to see your naked breasts glistening in their headlights. The roof is still down and the rain continues to pelt us. The patrol stops alongside my side of the car. He rolls down their window and ask if everything is ok. I tell him, "Yes, thanks, I am just leaving." Apparently that wan't good enough for him. He then asks why I have the roof down and why am I here so late. As he is asking, you notice that you have very easy access to my hard penis, sticking out inches away form you. You shift around and place your hot, wet lips around my shaft and begin to suck me off. I try to explain to the officer that I am not drunk. I tell him that I was swimming earlier and had car trouble, that my roof wouldn't go up, that's why I am here so late. I am basically babbling as telling him this is incredibly difficult as you are giving me the most fantastic blowjob I've ever had. He offers to try to help me get it up (the roof I hope) but I tell him I'll manage. Just as he is about to roll up the window and pull away, you let my cock slide down your throat. My head falls back and I moan involuntarily. Oh Shit! I realize we have been caught when the officer steps out of his car. I had not realized how big this man was while he was sitting in his car but now it was obvious. He could easily play pro football. He is a six foot two black man, broad and solid. As he steps up to the car I hear him say, "Oh, dat esplains a lot," as he looks down into the car. He continues as he taps on the car with his nightstick, "You knows there is strict laws about this kinds of behavior, I'm a gonna have to takes you in." It is finally at that point that you lift your head and your eyes catch his. "Gets out of the car, both of yous," he orders. I open the door and step out, trying to cover my hardness with my hands. You follow right behind me, one arm covering your breasts and your hand cupping your pussy. "Gets your hands behind yo's necks," he barks. Immediately we both comply leaving ourselves very naked in front of this man as he begins to laugh. "Sheeet, you call dat thing a deek?" he says to me. "Lemme show you all what a real deek look like," he says as his hand moves to his belt. In seconds, his belt is off and his pants are unfastened. He quickly drops his pants to reveal an impressive piece of cock meat. Even flaccid he dwarfs me and I am not easily embarrassed by my size. "C'mere girl," he says to you. "Don't ya knows the darker da meat, da bigger da bone? Goes on and touch it, you knows ya wants to." As if in a trance your hand moves to his cock and begins stroking it. You jump as it jumps at your touch. All too quickly it begins to swell. It doesn't really get much bigger but it certainly gets harder. It has to be at least a solid 11 inches long and more than a handful around. He finally grunts, "Ya knows I might forgets what I saw if yous all are real nice ta me." It isn't really a tough sell. You are already mesmerized and I am not too thrilled at trying to explain this to a judge. We both nod our heads in agreement. "You, sits in the car, seatbelt on," he says to me. "You comes wit me," he says to you. Talking you by the arm, he walks you to the front of our car. He faces you to the windshield and stands behind you. He pushes you down on the hood onto your belly so that your face is right against the windshield, inches away from me. He takes advantage of the height of the hood like I did and spreads your legs. I have no choice but to watch your face on the other side of the glass as he penetrates you. You have been well fucked this evening but in no way were you prepared for this. I can see that in your eyes. His long fat cock stretches you and I experience every inch along with you as I watch the pure lust in your eyes. He treats you like little more than a rag doll as he plows away, holding your legs apart, pumping his hips, completely filling you all while destroying my car's shocks. You just look at me with your lusty, naughty eyes and smile as my hand wraps around my cock. You, you are so beautiful, right now more than ever. I watch as this man rocks your world and my hand pumps my cock. Your eyes move back and forth from my eyes to my pumping fist. I can almost see the disappointment on your face as he pulls out. Amazingly one of his cum shots hits the windshield right next to your face while most of his seed spills over your back. Seeing you lick the cum mixed with the rain from the windshield while you stare into my eyes drives me over the edge and I begin to shoot my cream as you just smile at me. "If yous is still heres in five minute, it's yo turn boy," he says to me with a ridiculous grin on his face. You hop in the car and we pull away, glancing in the mirror at the rather large black officer with his pants around his ankles, huffing and puffing. Once he is finally out of sight, I stop the car for just a minute to give you a kiss and to tell you how wonderful you are. I drive you back to my place, wrap you in my robe and we settle down in front of a roaring fire, snuggling close, until the sight of your wet hair and wet body wrapped in my too big for you robe, somehow gets my manhood stirring again. I sweep you into my arms and say, "I think it's time we go to bed."