After our two dances, I danced with Daddy and Tan danced with Mom, then we danced with Tan’s parents and the Best Man and Maid of Honour. I thought Geoff got a little handy, though never obnoxiously so, but I was happy when he started dancing with someone else. I don’t know why he bothered me so much, but he did. Of all our friends, if I thought anyone would be guilty of doing something disgusting to me, I would have guessed Geoff, he seemed that slimy. But he hadn’t been at the Bachelorette Party. If he had done something, I believed he would do it for himself, and not for me to suck some stranger I’d never seen before. I could see him dancing with my other girlfriends and more than one of them removed his hand from their ass. Erin was tall enough Geoff could practically put his head on her bosom and I thought Erin would slap him at some point. Instead she stormed off, and he smiled to himself, his weaselly little smile. What a creep!
9 o’clock rolled around and Tan and I cut the cake together. We passed a few pieces out to family members before Tiffany took over and started passing out plates to the other guests.
“Are you ready to leave?” Tan asked just before nine-thirty. “I have plans for you tonight.”
“Yes, I am. I’m ready to go when you are. I just have to grab my things from the wedding bag.”
“Why don’t you get it. I’ll start making our excuses.”
I found Tiffany, who’d carried the bag from the wedding. “Tan and I are leaving,” I said. “I need to get my things.”
“Okay, Brenda. You’re sure you’re all right?”
“I’m sure. Thank you.”
We went out to the limo she’d come in and pulled out both bags. “Everyone else got their purses and clothes, Brenda. Why don’t you just take these? You can use them for any souvenirs you buy in St. Lucia.” She handed them to me. The bags were nylon and would fold into nothing in my suitcase.
“Thank you. I’ll return them to you.”
“No problem. You take care of yourself. Maybe see a doctor when you get back, just in case.”
“Thanks for everything you did for me, Tiffany,” I said. “I can’t thank you enough.” I hugged her and she kissed me on the cheek.
“I’d do anything for you, Brenda, you know that.” One more hug and she was gone.
I looked in the one bag, found my stained little cape. I took it out and threw it in a dumpster. One symbol of my degradation gone. My clothes and purse were in the other bag. I dug around in my purse until I found the blackmailer’s phone. I put it in one of the nylon bags and smashed it to the ground, three or four times. I opened the bag and the phone was smashed into a thousand pieces, none of them larger than a penny. I dumped all the pieces into the same dumpster. The rest of my shame trashed. I went to look for Tan.
I found him saying goodbye to his parents. I joined him, linking my arm through his, purse in hand.
“Thank you, Mr. and Mrs. Tan. I want to thank you for the gift of your son. He must get his character from you and I appreciate it so much.
“You’re welcome, Brenda,” his Mom replied. “You can call us Mom and Dad now.”
“Thank you, Mom,” I said, laughing. “We need to leave now. Tan has big plans tonight.”
“Don’t do anything we wouldn’t do,” Tan’s Dad laughed.
“I hardly think that’s possible, do you, Father. We’ll see you when we get back from the honeymoon,” Tan said.
We went and said goodbye to my parents as well. They inquired after my health, but I told them, honestly, I felt fine now and they shouldn’t worry. I reminded them I’d call them after I got back. “I love you both,” I said. “Thank you.”
“Of course, sweetheart,” Dad said. “You kids have a good time on your honeymoon.”
“We will, don’t worry.”
I waved to the rest of the room with a quick good night and thank you, and taking Tan’s arm, left to finally become a woman.
Chapter 6 - My Wedding Night
Tan had checked into the hotel earlier, before the wedding. All we had to do was go up to the room with our bags and release the limo driver. The hotel bus would take us to the airport tomorrow. I asked Tan to take a quick shower and give me a few minutes afterward to get ready. He did as I asked, showering quickly and brushing his teeth. He came out naked, the first time I’d seen him so undressed, toweling the water off. I’d imagined him naked when we went to the pool together and nothing but a swimsuit kept me from looking at his bare body.
His body was like a Greek god’s, hard and well muscled, his penis limp for the moment, but long and thick, and I wondered if blood was already starting to pool in his organ in anticipation. It appeared as if he was circumcised, at least as it had been explained to me, and his pubic hair was short, clipped close to his skin. As I walked past him with my overnight bag, I briefly held his penis and felt it stir in my hand. I leaned in to kiss him. He dropped his towel and plastered me against him, his tongue searching my mouth for my own, dancing our dance. Man, he could kiss. I felt myself start to melt, his penis rising to fill my hand.
“No more than a few minutes more, my love. I promise. Let me get clean for you,” I whispered.
“If it’s more than ten, I swear I’m coming in after you, if I have to break down the door,” he moaned as he kissed my ear and neck.
I giggled. “I’m as anxious as you, Tan. I won’t be long.”
He released me and I went into the bathroom, closing the door. My shower went quickly, barely long enough to soap my privates and pits and rinse off. I spent more time brushing my teeth, trying to remove all trace of another man’s sperm, though it had been hours ago now. Erin’s gift was in my overnight case, one of the few I hadn’t modeled for Tan as I wanted him to see it for the first time on me tonight. I put it on, the soft, filmy material doing nothing to hide the treasures I would finally share, merely enhancing what nature provided.
In 8 minutes, I was ready. I knocked on the door to alert him. “I’m coming out now.”
I opened the door to the bathroom and stood framed in the light. Tan had pulled the sheets down and was lounging on the bed, his head propped on an arm. As he saw me, his head raised up and his mouth dropped open. Excellent, I was making a good first impression.
“Oh, Brenda!” He exclaimed, “you’re incredible.”
“Thank you, my prince.”
I slowly walked to the bed, giving his eyes a chance to linger on me, take in every inch of all I was offering to him. I slipped off the robe, leaving the short negligee and climbed into bed beside him and his hand went immediately to a breast, my nipple pebbling under his touch, so gentle. I bit back a moan. I no longer had to save myself. I could let myself go, let myself enjoy every moment with him, every touch, every caress. I put my hand on his penis and immediately felt it stir in my hand, swelling and engorging with blood. I could feel myself start to moisten as well.
“My friends told me it might take some recovery time after you’ve orgasmed, Tan. How much time do you think before you would be ready to go again?”
“The way you look tonight and how long I’ve waited for you, I should think it wouldn’t take any time at all. Why do you ask?”
“Because I still want to become a woman tonight, but not before I’ve done this.”
I took his penis in my mouth; felt it immediately leap upon my tongue, growing impossibly long and thick, bigger than the glass penis I’d practiced on. I wanted to wipe away every moment of what occurred earlier, erase the memory of another erection throbbing on my tongue, spurting hot seed into my mouth. I wanted to replace it with a memory of Tan’s moans, Tan’s cock, Tan’s cum. If I’d done the stranger quickly, hoping to end my nightmare, I wanted to do Tan slowly, savoring the moment. At least, if Tan hadn’t been the first, he would receive my best, all I had to offer.
Remembering all my girlfriends tried to show me last night, I slowly moved down his shaft, my tongue a whirling dervish, seeking out every place they told me felt good to a man. I took him as deeply into my mouth as I could, until just before I could sense my gag reflex would kick in, then slowly moved back up toward the crown, sucking gently. Tan moaned and I realized what Tammie said was true. There was a sense of power to be gained from this submission, this act of oral love. I cupped his sack, feeling it tighten in my palms. I fingered the spherical balls, smaller than eggs, but just as fragile. I bobbed up and down, coating him in my saliva, to the point I could use my other hand to slowly milk his rampant organ. He moaned again, deeper and throatier.
“Are you sure you haven’t done this before? You’re incredibly good at this for a beginner.”
I mumbled an answer, my mouth filled with him. I didn’t want to answer, hear another lie spill from my lips. I worked harder, trying to take his mind off the question. Remembering what else my friends said I should do, I took one of the eggs in his sack into my mouth, while my hand slowly stroked the wet shaft towering over my face. He leaned back, moaning more, his question forgotten. First one, then the other, I laved his balls, washing them with my tongue, the short hairs stiff and wiry. He was thrusting his cock in my hand, and I sensed he might be getting close. Abandoning his testicles, I recaptured the head of his cock. I was always disappointed in my mouth, thinking it was too wide for my face, but I needed a large mouth to hold his crown in my mouth. If anything, Tan was even larger than Jeremy had been, and substantially larger than the one in my mouth before my wedding. I felt his head swell in my mouth and pulses of fluid flowing up his penis, a flood of sperm filling my mouth. I endeavored to swallow it all. Instead of trying to get it down my throat as fast as I could as I did with my blackmailer, I tried to taste it, to savor the salty stuff, attempting to give Tan all the pleasure I could as I did.
It was not as bad as I’d thought it would be. Much better in fact. It was slimy, as I’d been warned, but the taste was not repulsive, almost bland but for the saltiness. I had enjoyed this simple act of giving pleasure to my love. It had excited me. I could feel the wetness of my own sex from my own arousal. Rolling my hand up his member, I slowly milked his mast of the last of his seed, until I could taste no more. Thinking to bring him to a new stand more quickly, I continued to lavish attention to his penis even after I felt him shrink in my mouth. Remembering how my instructors last night recommended I try to orgasm a couple times before allowing Tan entry to my body, I turned myself around so he could bring his own mouth to bear upon me. He slid my filmy negligee up over my backside, baring my bottom and exposing my bald sex to his gaze for the first time.
“I can’t believe you had yourself waxed,” Tan said. “I thought I would have to navigate the thick bush you allowed me to touch a couple times.”
I paused my oral ministrations. “When my girlfriends saw how hairy I was, they all insisted I needed to get it trimmed back, saying you shouldn’t have to navigate a thicket of hair to reach my kitty. I showed you some of the gifts they gave me. Any hair at all would have made them unwearable, they’re so scandalously small. I’m still not sure if I’m brave enough to wear them, but if I were to overcome my fear, I could not have any hair.”
“I shall have to thank your girlfriends. This is heavenly.”
He ran his tongue up my cleft from my clit to nearly my anus and I startled.
“Don’t you want me to do this?” Tan asked, surprised I’d moved so abruptly.
“Oh, yes, please, my prince. I was not prepared for how good your tongue would feel on my kitty. Please, do it again. I shall be prepared for the pleasure this time.”
Tan laughed. Then he continued lavishing attention on my sex. Oh my God, it felt so good. For several minutes, I did nothing more than enjoy the sensation of his tongue making magic on my vagina. It felt better than my fingers ever did and I wondered if my mouth on his penis was a comparable sensation. If it was, I could finally understand why men all wished to have blow jobs. The feeling was incredible. I felt his tongue insert itself in my vagina, slithering as deeply as he could reach and I started melting. My bodies juices were flowing and I knew I was coating his tongue with myself. I hoped he would find my taste satisfactory. At least he didn’t stop, so he must not find it repugnant. Other than his initial touch where his tongue started at my clitoris, he seemed to ignore it. It’s too bad, it felt so good when he licked it.
Recalling my purpose in being in this position, I returned my attention to his penis. It lay limply on his stomach, still fairly long and thick, but not the monster which released its seed down my throat. Since it was smaller, I attempted to get all of his relaxed organ into my mouth. It was easier, but still not possible for me to get all the way inside my mouth, no matter how I tried. I estimated I still had an inch or more to go before I had it all down. How I envied Tammie’s ability to take all of the glass dildo down her throat and wondered if she could provide further instruction so I could take all of Tan into my mouth.
He gradually started expanding some, finally recovering from his earlier orgasm. I was concentrating so hard on his penis, my own climax was nearly a surprise. Apparently, I’d been building steadily from Tan’s attention and drawn close and hadn’t noticed. I had no more than 5 or 10 seconds from realizing how near I was, to shattering into a thousand pieces. I perceived a finger had replaced his tongue in my tunnel and his mouth’s attention was now fixed on my clitoris and I moaned long and deep as he brought me over the edge.
“My love, my prince. It feels incredible,” I whimpered as he continued to lick and suck my clit through my release, barely able to form the words, it was so good.
He didn’t answer, being otherwise engaged, but as soon as my orgasm started to die, I renewed my assault on his penis, now nearly hard itself. If sex with Tan was going to be this good. I was going to enjoy married life a lot. Tan was getting me close again. I could feel my orgasm sitting just past the fringe of awakening in another howling storm. My prince was hard again, fully able to penetrate my sex. He was in the right position; reclined on the bed. All I had to do was turn and face him and we could be joined for the first time.
I lifted off his penis and turned to face him, straddling his waist, so tight and muscular. I lifted up off him to raise his rigid penis and lodge the head at the entrance of my sheathe.
“I love you, Tan, and I’m ready for you to make me a woman,” I said. “Touch my breasts. Play with them. Love me.”
His hands went to my breasts, thumbing my stiffened nipples, still sensitive from my orgasm. “I’m ready too,” he murmured. “I’ve waited 18 long months for this.”
I sank down a little and felt his thick, bulbous glans part the folds of my kitty, stretching it, more than my fingers, even more than his own, just before. I was still liquid from my orgasm and close to the second. Despite the tightness, I was sliding onto him easier than I thought he might, being a virgin. Despite the slickness, there came a point where he did not slide further, and I knew we’d reached a turning point. I eased myself down, letting gravity do the work, felt a tearing, a sharp twinge of pain, and knew I was a maiden no more. I held myself there, remaining still, appreciating the moment and the significance of surrendering it to him, my beloved husband. Slowly, the pain ebbed and only fullness remained, his shaft hard and thick within me. A moment etched forever in my memory.
I leaned down and kissed him, while inching myself further on his penis. Though I was tight, I was wet with desire and offered no real resistance to his relentless advance into me. Finally, long minutes after he first parted my folds, I felt myself resting on his legs, knowing he owned all of me and I, all of him.
“I am yours,” I whispered. “I’ve taken all of you.”
He was so deep. I remained still, becoming accustomed to him, his size. I could feel his penis throbbing inside of me, like his heartbeat. Finally, I had to move. I slid up a little, then down, up higher, then down, up the point he almost left me, then down. It felt so good. I varied things, sliding back and forth instead of up and down. That felt good as well. It all felt good. Everything I did with him inside me felt fabulous. I adored it. I adored him. I adored his penis. I orgasmed again, shivering on top of him as he played with my nipples, my breasts, so sensitive, alive to his touch.
“Did you climax?” I asked, still pulsating around his staff."
“I climaxed earlier. This one will take longer,” he said, thrusting up into me.
“You feel wonderful inside me,” I whisper. “So, so good.”
We continue to make love and I orgasm a second time before his own, unmistakable this time. I collapse onto his chest and we kiss. I look at him. “Thank you for letting me wait,” I said, caressing his cheek. “This was perfect. I cannot imagine a more perfect ending to my day.” Considering the disastrous bit in the middle, anyway.
“With any luck at all, we’ll be able to continue this in a short time,” he said. “Sleep awhile. I’ll wake you if I need you.”
I shed the last bit of clothes between me and him, and curled up inside his arms, safe at last.
“I love you, Tan,” I said his arm around me, cupping my breast.
“I love you, Brenda,” he responded, pulling me tighter against his chest.
That’s the way I fell asleep.
Tan woke me twice more during the night. The first time, he was hard behind me and trying to enter me from the rear. I lifted my right leg and helped him fill me. Our lovemaking was languid and relaxed, lying on our sides. His hand was cupped around my right breast, playing with my nipple, but I didn’t think I would orgasm. He couldn’t get too deep from this position and wasn’t quite touching those spots within or on me which would usually lead to climax, but I was perfectly content to let him have this one. It was enough to have him in me, slowly thrusting. It was not to be.
“Touch yourself,” he whispered in my ear. “Make yourself cum.”
“I don’t need to orgasm, darling,” I replied, reaching back to put my hand in his hair where his head lay, kissing my neck and shoulders.
“I want you to. I want you to cum again with me.”
I’d never masturbated in front of another person, and it felt strange to do so now, in front of my new husband. On the other hand, it was dark, he was behind me and he probably couldn’t see me touching myself anyway, so I let go of his hair and put my hand down between my legs. I could feel his big penis sliding in and out of my body. Finding my clitoris, I started sliding a finger on either side of the small nubbin. I gasped. My hand in conjunction with his slick stalk would soon do what his penis alone would not, bring about my release. I rapidly built toward an orgasm. His hand on my breasts got slightly rougher, pinching and twisting the nipple, not enough to negate the pleasure, but adding a slight twinge of pain. He was hurting me less than Shizuko’s nipple clamps had, but it had the same effect, a rush of blood to my sex and increased moistening of my vaginal canal. I moaned and he increased the speed of his thrusting.
“I want you to cum when I tell you,” Tan said. “Get close, but don’t let yourself go until I tell you.”
“Yes. God, yes,” I groaned.
I brought myself close to the edge, and by stopping my rubbing, was able to hold off. As I felt the approaching peak start to recede, I would touch myself again. For 5 minutes, I was balanced on the precipice. My breathing was ragged and halting, scarce able to take a deep breath lest I fall off the tipping point I held myself on. Tan started grunting in my ear, his own breathing as rough as my own. He sped up again, and I knew he was getting close himself.
“Now,” he grunts. “Cum now.”
Three things happen simultaneously, he twists my nipple particularly harshly, I furiously rub my clitoris, and he thrusts as deep as he can get and his penis spews his seed in pulsing jets. I spiral down in a fantastic orgasm, almost unbearable in its intensity. My vaginal walls cling to his penis with a vise like grip as I spasm hard on his shaft. From the feeling I would not climax, to one of the most powerful ones of my life. Tan’s sexual experience was an unrealized benefit to my pleasure. I would not have considered touching myself as an adjunct to his making love to me, but it was wonderful. To climax at the same time as he did, incredibly satisfying.
“Did you enjoy it?” Tan whispers, his mauling hand gentle again as he softly strokes my breast.
“Yes. It was very nice.”
“Go back to sleep, my love” he said. “I’ll wake you again if I need you.”
“Okay.”
I lowered my leg and burrowed back against him. Before I returned to slumber, I felt his penis shrink and slide from my vagina with a squishy plop and liquid trickle from between my labia. I thought to myself we were leaving a huge mess on the sheets. We’d taken the honeymoon suite, so hopefully they wouldn’t be surprised to see the condition of their bed after we left.
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The last time Tan woke me, the light leaking between the cracks in the drapes showed the sun had risen. I was lying on my back and his hand was between my legs, stroking my bald sex. I jumped, still unaccustomed to having another body in my bed, especially one touching me so intimately. I remembered I was Mrs. Tan and it was a good thing he was touching me. I stretched and spread my legs slightly, granting him more access to my core. He took advantage and pushed two fingers into me. I gasped, still surprised his fingers could feel so much thicker than mine and go deeper than I could. It was like three of mine.
“Good morning, Mr. Tan,” I said, whimpering at the end as he curled his fingers against my g-spot.
“Good morning, Mrs. Tan,” he responded.
I reached down and found his penis hard and ready.
“You’re insatiable,” I said.
“I waited a long time for you. I have to make up for lost time.”
“What are you waiting for then? You’re hard and I’m wet.”
He laughed and climbed over me. I parted my legs wider and he put his penis at the gate and pushed slowly in. I moaned as he filled me and wrapped my long legs around him, pulling him closer. He bent down and gathered a taut nipple into his mouth and teased it with his tongue. I felt it stiffen, pebbling under his loving touch. After we were fully joined, he stilled, letting me feel his penis throbbing within me. He withdrew and almost left me. I could feel myself start to close over the top of his crown, but he plunged forward, harder and faster this time. It felt so good, and I moaned again.
“You seem to like fucking, Mrs. Tan,” Tan said, slamming into me again.
“Not fucking,” I whimpered, “making love. Making love with my husband.”
“No,” he said, “not making love, fucking. I’ll show you.”
He put his hands under my legs and raised them up until they were resting on his shoulders and I was bent almost double. He started slamming into me, hard and fast, driving deep into my sheath, owning me. He was right. It wasn’t making love. It was more primal than that. What we were doing went back to the dawn of time; a man claiming a woman as his own. That’s what Tan was doing; claiming me as his. There was nothing gentle or sedate or even loving about it. He was proclaiming to the world I was his and he owned me. It was fucking. I surrendered to it and climaxed twice before I felt him stiffen and with a final hard thrust, emptied his balls into me, his woman; finally his.
“Was I right?” Tan asked. “Was it making love?”
“You were right. There was no making love in it.”
“Say it then. Tell me what it was.”
I hated the word. Fucking. It was a nasty word. A word without love and respect and joy. It was hard and brutal and sharp and animalistic, but he was right. It perfectly described what we’d just done. He’d fucked me and I’d liked it. It was not as tender and loving as our first time, but he’d made me climax twice.
“It was fucking,” I admitted, still hating the word.
Little did I know then, how familiar I would become with the word, the act, of fucking. Fucking like animals. Not drawing pleasure from another person’s body, but forcing it, ripping it from them, no matter what they wanted or desired. I would become very familiar with fucking.
“We need to get going,” Tan said. “We need to shower and eat before we catch our plane. I want to shower with you. Perhaps it will lead to more fun and games.”
“All right,” I agreed. I too wondered what it would be like to shower with Tan, to feel his soapy, slick hands on my body and mine on his.
We got up and I noticed a couple small smears of dried blood and semen on the sheets, evidence of my loss of innocence. I pulled the covers up to cover the stain. We went into the bathroom. I brushed my teeth before showering, wanting to kiss my husband without the taint of morning breath. He did the same and when we were finished, we kissed and I melted into him again, enjoying his lean, hard muscled body. He pulled me away after a couple minutes, turning on the shower and adjusting the temperature to something comfortable.
It did lead to more fun and games. We slicked each other with soap and both became aroused from the loving, gentle touches in the light. No longer glimpsing barely seen body parts in the near dark, but able to fully enjoy the sight of our lover’s body under a full light. I hoped Tan enjoyed what he was seeing. He seemed to; he became hard again as he soaped me and I him. He bent me over standing in the shower stall, my hand braced against the wall, and entered me again. This was more like the first time. Less frenzied, gentler and kinder than the last. While he plunged into me, his hand caressed and stroked the globes of my buttocks and I was happy he found them worthy to touch. A few times, he ran a finger down the crease of my butt and his fingernail traced its way down, surprising me with how erotic it felt. He lightly circled the tight ring of my anus, and I flinched, but he never attempted to penetrate the clenched star, merely brushing it.
I orgasmed as he touched around the puckered opening and I realized my friends might be right about the nerve endings clustered around my back door, though I had no desire to find out. It still seemed perverse to me. A few minutes after I orgasmed, Tan did as well, depositing another load of his sperm in me. Something more to be cleaned up, which we did quickly when he was finished. He kissed me again, holding me against him, before he got out of the shower to dry off.
We ate in the hotel restaurant. I was starving; apparently sex was a great way to increase my appetite. I had two eggs over easy, both bacon and sausage links, two slices of toast, and orange juice. I was mildly sore from all the times we had sex, but it was a good soreness. I felt good. The night had exceeded my high expectations, considering how little I knew about sex, but Tan had known what to do and how to make me feel good.
We collected a luggage cart on our way to the room and quickly packed. We hadn’t opened most of the bags, just the small one for overnight. When we got to the airport, we checked most of our luggage, Tan keeping a messenger bag with his computer. He’d warned me he might have to spend a little time on work, though not too much, mostly answer a few e-mails from some of his bigger clients, but no more than four to 6 hours total the whole week. I kept my purse, a larger one which could double as a beach bag if I needed it. We took a seat at our gate. Our plane would start boarding in a half hour.
I regretted not getting coffee with breakfast. Tan had kept me up for a substantial part of the night and I was feeling a peaceful lethargy. I told him I was going to get a latte with a double shot of espresso at the Starbucks and asked if wanted anything.
“I can get it for you,” he said. “I’d like to check out the newsstand to see if they have anything I want to read.”
“Thank you. Remember, a double shot of espresso. A certain someone didn’t let me sleep much last night,” I smiled at him.
“Right - a double shot,” he laughed.
He wandered off and I sat there, yawning. I got a text and opened my phone, thinking it was one of my girlfriends asking me about last night and wishing me a lovely honeymoon. Instead of one of them, it was another unfamiliar number. No, I thought. Not again. I had to tell Tan about this bastard and be done with this. He could easily verify it was an accident. His own sister had been there.
I opened the message app and it wasn’t words or one of the previous photos, it was a movie and my blood ran cold. I realized my nightmare wasn’t over, it had only begun.
I frantically looked to see if Tan was coming back yet and I didn’t see him anywhere. Thank God!. I started playing the movie, muting the sound in case there was some. There was me, sucking a hard cock, on my knees in my wedding dress, the capelet still around my shoulders. All you could see of my blackmailer was his torso, no head. My hands were cupping his balls, and I was doing my best to extract his cum so I could be done with him and get to my wedding. My other hand was stroking his cock, my mouth bobbing up and down on his stiff pole.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. How was this movie taken? I was in the practice room of the church. I’d been changing clothes in there with my bridesmaids. Surely they wouldn’t have security cameras in a room where we were changing! The picture was sharp and clear. You could see the drool on my chin as he pushed his cock in, his cock swell as he shot his sperm in my mouth and his cum dripping from the corner of my mouth when I couldn’t swallow it all fast enough. I looked at his hand. His phone was loosely held in his hand and he wasn’t filming me, and even if he was, it would be from over me, not from the side; this perfect view of my tear covered face sucking him off.
I looked around again, wondering if Tan was coming back yet. I didn’t see him. I tried to remember the room. Someone must have set up a camera or smart phone in there. The only ones in there until we were dressed was Tiffany, Yvonne, Tammie and Donna, but after we were dressed, other people had come in, including the rest of my girlfriends and my parents. I wouldn’t be able palm this off to Tan as an innocent accident which meant nothing. It was clear from the movie I was doing my best to make him cum in my mouth and that he did and that I’d done it just before my marriage to Tan. No wonder he hadn’t cared if he gave me the phone with the incriminating photos on it. They paled in comparison to what I was looking at now.
When he was done, it showed him leaning down, though not far enough his face was visible and him handing me the phone. It showed me kneeling on the floor for awhile, crying, then getting up and shoving the phone and my mini cape in the bags, and trying to fix my face. My father must have been knocking on the door. The movie ended.
I got another text.
I’ll be in touch. We’re going to have fun……..!!!
Brenda and Tan go on their honeymoon. This story will go in the category of erotic couplings. It also has elements of exhibitionist behaviour and masturbation in it.
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Chapter 7 - Honeymoon, the Good
I turned off my phone. I was so fucking screwed. I could see the rest of my life laid out in front of me and it wasn’t pretty. This man would keep blackmailing me, forcing me into one thing after the other and I could see no end in sight. I didn’t expect it would remain simple blow jobs either. He had me over a barrel and he and I both knew it. I didn’t know what to do.
This is something I’d normally talk to my friends about, but at least one of them had betrayed me, and I had no idea who it was. The other people I could normally talk to were my parents, but I was so ashamed of what I’d gotten myself into, I couldn’t talk to them either. My husband was the person I had to keep this away from at all costs; but he was also the only person who could end this. If he knew, I couldn’t be blackmailed. If Tan could forgive me, I didn’t care who else my blackmailer told. I didn’t have an employer and my parents would eventually forgive me. I didn’t feel particularly close to Tan’s folks, and if they kept me at arms length, I would get by. Sydney might think it was funny. The only person who I cared about knowing was Tan. I’d fallen in love with him and could not imagine my life without him in it.
If not for it happening the day of my wedding, I could almost take the chance and tell him.
“Here’s your latte, Brenda. Two shots just like you asked for.”
I turned and Tan was standing there holding out my latte.
“Did you find anything to read?” I asked, taking the beverage.
“Architectural Digest,” Tan said, holding up the magazine. “I also got a sci-fi novel called ‘Age of War’ that looked pretty good. Something to read if we have any spare time. I plan to keep you pretty busy.”
I smiled up at him. At least I could have my honeymoon free of interference from my blackmailer. I was so relieved to be leaving the country right now. It would be nice if I never had to return. It gave me some time to think, maybe come up with a plan.
I started drinking my latte, not wanting to talk right now. It was hard to think as well. My brain was numb. Tan sat beside me and started thumbing through his magazine. They started boarding our plane, but I asked Tan to wait a little before we boarded so I could drink more of my latte. He had no problem, we had assigned seats.
“Are you looking forward to our honeymoon?” Tan asked, setting his magazine down.
I took his hand. “Very much, my prince. I can’t wait to have you all to myself.” And far away from whoever was terrorizing me.
“You’re not unhappy you married me, are you?”
“No! Why would you say that?”
“You don’t seem very happy. Very pensive and thoughtful and sad, but not very happy.”
“I’m not sad,” I said, “though pensive and thoughtful are right up there. It’s a very big step we took by getting married. Through sickness and health, good times and bad, till death do us part. I take it all quite seriously.”
“You don’t think you’ll regret not having more sexual experiences before tying the knot?” Tan asked.
I smiled at him. “If last night was any indication, I think my sexual experiences will be just fine. You’re all I need and want.” Although he might not be all I get. I had to figure out some way to get out of my predicament.
“I just want you to be happy,” Tan said.
“Just love me,” I said. “Love me no matter what, through thick and thin, and I’ll be happy.” Please love me no matter what you learn about me, I thought, and maybe I can get through this.
“We’d better board now,” Tan said, “they’re almost done.”
“Yes, of course.” I finish off what more of the coffee I can, grab my purse and start for the boarding agent.
“Wait!” Tan said, holding up my phone. “You don’t want to forget this.”
I held out my hand for the phone. “No, of course not. How thoughtless of me. Thank you.” Even touching my phone now made my skin crawl. But it did give me the germ of an idea. If the blackmailer can’t get hold of me; he can’t order me to do anything. Losing my phone sounded like a wonderful idea.
The only non-stop flight to St. Lucia from Atlanta was Delta. Everything else was one or more stops. It was surprising to me only one airline flew non-stop to the islands from the busiest airport in the world and how many wanted you to fly to New York or Boston first. A couple flew with a stop in Miami. Any stops at all added hours to the trip, so we chose the Delta flight, which was a Boeing 737-800 with first class seating. Tan let me have the window seat and he took the aisle. The flight took about four hours. Tan started reading his book. I sat staring out the window pondering how terrible my life seemed at the moment. Perhaps I should explore the possibility of telling Tan. The only sure fire way to ending my misery would be if Tan could forgive me.
I put my hand on his arm and he looked up from his book.
“How much do you love me?” I asked.
“You’re uncertain how much I love you already? We just got married.” He smiled at me.
“It’s a legitimate question.”
“I love you a bushel and a peck,” he said.
“Seriously. How much?” I asked.
“What do you want me to answer? I’m not sure I can answer. I love you to the ends of the earth, to the depths of the sea, to the top of the sky. I love you enough to get married and tie myself to you the rest of my life. What and why are you asking me?”
“If I did something really bad, could you forgive me if I repented of my actions?”
“Like how bad? Murder someone? Rob a bank?”
If I could discover who my blackmailer was, murder wasn’t out of the question. “Bad like that,” I answered.
He looked deep into my eyes. “I don’t know why you’re asking me this. Are you planning to murder someone?”
I couldn’t look at him anymore and lowered my eyes. “No. I just need to know if you could forgive me if I did something bad. I want to know how much you love me.”
“I suppose I could forgive you almost anything,” Tan said.
“Almost anything?”
“I don’t think I could ever forgive you if you were with another man. That would absolutely devastate me.”
My heart sank. Shit! “Why that one thing in particular?” I asked. “I mean, there’s an awful lot of really bad things I could do?”
“I don’t think you could do bad things, Brenda. You’re the best person I know. I don’t know why it would hurt me so bad. It just would. I try to picture you with another person and I this red curtain comes down over my eyes. Maybe it’s because you waited all this time to find the one person you love; made me wait even after we decided to get married. To suddenly want to be with someone else makes my blood boil. I can’t see straight. I’d want to kill anyone you were with. I might even want to kill you. That’s how angry the thought of it makes me. Please, never do anything so stupid.”
“What if I had no choice?”
“You mean if you were raped?”
I nodded. Or blackmailed. No choice.
“If anyone were to rape you, I swear to God I’d kill them.”
Killing them would align with my own desires currently. “But what about me? How would you feel about me afterward?”
“I don’t know. I honestly don’t know. Don’t get raped and we’ll never have to find out.”
“One doesn’t choose to be raped,” I said, looking for a way out.
“I know, Brenda. I understand, but I can’t tell you how something will make me feel. It’s hypothetical. Feelings are complex. No one knows how they’re going to feel when something bad happens. I could tell you one thing and might feel totally opposite from what I said when it actually did happen. I never want to find out. I’ll say that.”
“Okay.”
“Why all these questions? Why is it so important to you?”
Because I know something bad is going to happen. It won’t be voluntary on my part. Maybe not rape exactly, but knowing how you feel doesn’t deliver me from my dilemma. I see myself in the movie; desperately trying to vacuum another man’s seed from his balls on my wedding day. You’ll never forgive me, Tan. Never in a million years and no matter how much I will hate myself, I will do anything to keep this secret from you, even if it makes me do a thousand times worse. I’ll keep my secret as long as possible, try to enjoy as much time with you as I can, but I’ll be dead to you if you ever find out. Why couldn’t you just forgive me, Tan?
I look up at him again. “No particular reason. I just wanted to know how much you love me.”
He laughed. “Women. Who can figure them out? See. My first answer was the best. I love you a bushel and a peck.” He kissed me briefly and returned to his book.
I wanted to cry. I teared up, but I quickly wiped my eyes. I couldn’t cry anymore. Tan would want to know why I was crying and I had no answer I could give him. I looked out the window. One tear escaped despite my determination not to cry. I felt it trickle down my cheek. It evaporated quickly in the dry air of the plane. I wished I could talk to someone. Who could I trust? I was alone; the most alone I’d ever felt in my life.
Sandals is an all inclusive resort. You pay one price and it covers everything, soup to nuts. All the drinks (premium beverages, including alcohol), all the food, golfing, boating, pools, beach, sailing, motor boats, pretty much everything including taxes and gratuities. St. Lucia had three Sandals resorts and you could use any of them as if it were your own; the Halcyon, Regency La Toc, and the Grande St. Lucian, our place. The price included travel between the three resorts, which gave you a choice of 27 different restaurants, 21 bars, 11 pools, 11 whirlpools, 2 golf courses and almost unlimited water activities.
We had one of the overwater bungalows, with personal butler service provided by a butler trained by the Guild of Professional English Butlers. The bungalow had glass floors with lit sea water so we could see fish swimming beneath us, day and night, an overwater hammock for two, soaking tub, a suspended patio with swim up platform so you could swim in the Caribbean right outside the bungalow. The butler, a woman named Roberta, met us at arrival, arranged for our luggage, private check-in at our suite, cocktails and food refreshments and asked where we’d like to have dinner. She even unpacked our clothes and put them away. Essentially, she was our personal concierge and butler service the whole time we would be there.
Tan told her it was our honeymoon and a personal candlelight dinner for two would be our preference this evening. She had the menus of all 27 restaurants on her iPad and asked us to make a choice for a meal. Tan and I had eaten out often so he knew what I tended to like and dislike. I wasn’t a particularly fussy eater, so I let him make the choices for dinner. He ordered from the Italian restaurant, Toscanini’s. She escorted us to our room and Tan ordered a couples massage for tomorrow morning at ten. She gave us a cell phone so we could reach her any time of the day or night.
The flight had been draining, more so for me given the emotional mess I found myself in, so when Tan suggested a nice soak in the tub, it sounded like a splendid suggestion. I started to pull out one of my more modest swimsuits from the drawer, but Tan stopped me.
“Naked, please, we’re on our honeymoon. I want to enjoy the sight of you.”
“Tan, there’s people out there on the water.” I pointed to the various water craft in the crystal clear waters a couple hundred yards from our bungalow.
“They’re not close and the tub has high sides. You’ll only be visible for a second as you get in. I want you nude.”
I looked out at the water. They were pretty far off. I could see some of the women didn’t have tops on, but it wasn’t blatantly obvious.
“Okay, but I’m a little surprised,” I said.
“Why’s that?”
“That you’re so adamant about my never being with another man, but you don’t mind showing off my nude body to them.”
“What was it you said before I went to the strip club for my bachelor party? Look, but don’t touch. You’re a beautiful woman. I’m proud of you, that you chose to marry me above all others. Why wouldn’t I want to show you off and make every man in the world envious of me.”
“I don’t feel that beautiful. I accept my body and figure are pretty good, but I don’t like my face, my hair, my nose or my mouth.”
“Nonsense. You’re beautiful. All women do this. You’re supercritical of some poor feature you think you have and refuse to consider the whole package. You’re you. You go together well. If I put some other face on you, you wouldn’t be you, you’d be some stranger. I love you, the whole package. Jesus! How many men suffer from anorexia because they think they’re too fat? How many men are keeping plastic surgeons in big houses, fancy cars, and boats. If it weren’t for women, they’d go out of business. Don’t denigrate yourself. I love you as you are.”
“Is that your final word on the subject?”
He smiled at me. “Yes, now get naked, beautiful.”
I smiled back at him and removed my clothes. Tan whistled at me when I was naked.
“Christ, you’re beautiful,” he said.
“If you say so,” I said. “I’ll take your word for it, but only because you’re my husband.” I quickly snuck out on the deck, slipping into the tub.
“I’d stack you up against anyone,” Tan said. He grabbed the plushy towels and luxurious robes and hung them by the tub. “For when our meal comes.”
That’s right. Someone was bringing our meal tonight. I hoped we were out of the tub by then.
Tan climbed into the tub behind me and wrapped his arms around me, holding my breasts. The high sides of the tub did prevent others from seeing him, so I didn’t say anything, enjoying his loving touch. I leaned back against him. Occasionally, I’d turn my head and let him kiss me, but for the most part I was content to be still, safe in his arms.
I was almost dozing when he said, “Masturbate for me.”
Turning to him, I said, “I masturbated for you last night.”
“It was dark and I couldn’t see you. I just wanted you to cum with me. I want to watch you now. Watch how you pleasure yourself.”
I looked around. No one was near, no one could see but Tan. Why not?
Sliding my right hand down to my kitty, I started rubbing a finger on either side of my clitoris, nice and slow. Tan began rubbing my breasts harder, more urgently. It felt good, accompanying my fingers. I sighed. I even put my legs over either side of the tub, giving myself more access. Eventually, slow could only go so far. I started rubbing faster, sometimes dipping my fingers in my vagina, then returning to my clit. I could feel Tan getting hard behind me, his penis pressing against my buttocks. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one enjoying this. His hands got rougher, pulling, tugging and twisting my nipples, which both hurt, but felt strangely good. I moaned, rapidly approaching my crest. My bottom was bouncing up and down, getting ever so close, and then it hit me like a ton of bricks. My legs tightened, my butt dangled seven inches above the bottom of the tub as my whole body went stiff and I spiraled into a fabulous orgasm. No sooner did it start then Tan bodily lifted me up in an amazing display of strength, turned me around and set me on his cock.
He slid into me like a sharp knife through warm butter.
“Tan, we’re practically in public,” I panted. “What are you doing?”
“I’m fucking my wife. I don’t give a shit. If they want to watch me fuck you, more power to them,” he moaned, all the way inside me.
It was too late to do anything about it now. The deed was done. The only thing I could do was hope not to give away what we were doing. Fat chance of doing that since I was facing him and he was pumping into me by the simple expedient of gripping my ass and bouncing me up and down on his thick, stiff penis. Already highly aroused by my previous orgasm, I climaxed again, not more than 2 minutes after he started thrusting into me and I stifled my cries of pleasure by biting his shoulder, hard enough to leave tooth marks, though not so hard I broke skin. I climaxed again a short while later, surprised I was this aroused. Perhaps the idea I was making love to Tan where people might see was giving me a dark, forbidden thrill. I had a 4th orgasm before I felt Tan’s penis swell inside me and a flood of his seed coat the inside of my sheathe.
I sat there, hugging him, my head on his shoulder, totally sated, when I heard people cheering and clapping loudly. Startled, I turned to look and saw a motor boat less than a hundred yards away, 4 people, 2 guys and 2 topless girls, standing up and waving at us.
“Well done, man, great show,” one of the men said.
I turned flame red. Tan shouted back to them, “Thanks.”
“If you can pull that off again in another hour, I’ll be over for a ride,” one of the women, a blonde, shouted, to the whoops and hollers of her friends.
“No can do,” Tan yelled back. He held up his hand, showing them his ring. “Just married. I’m taken.”
“Damn straight, he’s taken,” I hollered, still flushing red. “I waited a long time to find a man like him.”
“Lucky girl,” the blonde said. “You looked like you were having a hell of a time.”
“I was,” I shouted. “Four times wonderful” I kissed Tan. “Now go away. Can’t you see we’re busy.”
They all laughed and I heard the boat start and move away.
“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Tan asked.
“I was mortified they saw us,” I said. “I’ve never been so embarrassed.” But I couldn’t deny the thrill of it either, though I didn’t say that to Tan. I was in enough trouble the way things were. I didn’t need to ask for more.
Tan kissed me and got out of the tub, drying off and slipping on a robe. I could see the evidence of our pleasure floating around in the water. I looked around to be sure there weren’t other people loitering nearby, then got out of the tub and under the shower to quickly rinse off any of our cum, before drying off and putting on my robe. It was close to 6 and our food was arriving at 6:30. Tan called our butler and she arrived within 15 minutes, shortly after I’d put on a skirt and blouse and nothing else.
“Yes, sir.”
“I’d like to get my suit pressed for dinner tomorrow night, and my shoes shined,” Tan said. “Anything for you, honey?”
“Could I see you for a moment over here, Roberta, please?” I asked. I stepped out onto the patio, Roberta following.
“Yes, Madame.”
“I’m sorry to bother you, but my husband and I made love in the tub,” I whispered. “It probably needs cleaning. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t worry, Madame. It frequently happens. People often come here for their honeymoon as you did. I can sanitize it now for you, or the cleaning crew does it every morning.”
“The morning should be fine. Thank you.”
“No thanks necessary, Madame. We pride ourselves on taking care of our guests.” She looked around to see where Tan was and whispered, “You enjoy yourselves to the fullest. He’s a handsome man and you’re very lucky.”
“I think so too, Roberta. I appreciate that. We will.” I smiled at her and she smiled back. She went back into the bungalow.
“If that will be all, sir,” she said taking his suit and shoes, “I’ll be off. Your suit and shoes will be returned around the time you have your massage scheduled.”
“Very well, Roberta. Good evening. This should do it for the evening.”
“Yes, sir. Thank you sir. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Our food arrived as Roberta left. She had a few words for the waiter as she departed.
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Tan had ordered me the Pesce Spada, grilled swordfish with roasted potatoes with a lemon mint drizzle and for himself, the carved strip loin with marsala demi-glace, grilled vegetables and crispy potatoes. It smelled delicious. Our room came with a wine fridge with a selection of Robert Mondavi Twin Oaks wines. The waiter opened a bottle of chardonnay for me and a Cabernet Sauvignon for Tan.
“Would you like me to make a pot of our Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee to have with your dessert, sir?” The waiter asked.
“Please, it sounds wonderful.”
“Do you have decaf?” I asked. “It’s getting fairly late.”
“I don’t plan on you getting much sleep tonight, Mrs. Tan. The caffeinated will do just fine.”
I blushed and the waiter got a small smile which he covered up quite well. “Very well, sir. Caffeinated it is.” He glanced at me to see if I would say more, but I didn’t.
“You ordered the tiramisu for dessert. It’s under this cover when you’re ready.” He pointed to a lid. “When you’ve finished, put the cart outside the front door. Someone will be by to collect it in about three hours.”
“Thank you. Have a good evening,” I said.
“Very well, Madame. You too, sir. Have a pleasant evening.” He disappeared out the door.
“We shouldn’t be disturbed for the rest of the evening,” Tan said. “Why don’t you unbutton a few more buttons on your blouse? Or better yet, remove it entirely.”
“Mr. Tan. You must think me a total harlot to request I undress for dinner.”
“We’ve already established your sluttishness,” Tan said. “You just had sex in front of several people. I’m merely trying to establish how far your lack of morals extends.”
“Mr. Tan. That was hardly my fault. You were having sex with me before I even knew what you were about. I had very little say in the matter.”
“But you loved it, didn’t you, Brenda. I felt how many times you climaxed. You were excited beyond your imagination.”
“I will neither admit nor deny any level of excitement on my part. It was what it was.”
Tan laughed. “Take off your blouse, Brenda. I want to see those beautiful breasts and proud nipples while I eat.”
I slowly undid the buttons of my blouse and slid it off my shoulders.
“Extraordinary,” Tan said. “I doubt if I’ll ever get tired of seeing you naked, Brenda.”
I blushed again and my nipples perked up to rigid little nubbins under his intense scrutiny. We ate in relative silence, Tan content to gaze at my peaked breasts and I was a little uncomfortable at the potency of his stare. I could feel my sex becoming wet. I wondered if it was this way for all newlyweds, or if we were different from others. I wondered if it made a difference that we’d waited, if couples who’d surrendered to their passion earlier in their relationship would be this focused on sex during their honeymoon. All I could think of at this moment was the thick penis under Tan’s robe waiting for me. I found myself rushing through my delicious meal, my mouth dry, which caused me to drink more wine then I intended.
I was done before he was and I watched him eat while I was on my third glass of wine.
“Would you like a pre-dessert, dessert?” Tan asked.
“What would that be?” I asked.
He undid the tie on his robe and pulled it to either side of his hard body exposing his penis to me. “You could make the balance of my meal quite amazing.”
I smiled and slid onto the floor under the table. My mouth encircled his organ and I felt him start to grow. The lessons of a couple nights ago and last night popped into my head and I started making use of them. Everything I’d learned, I poured into my efforts on his penis. Soon, I could hardly contain him in my mouth. Cupping his ball sack and stroking the bottom of his shaft, I worked the head of his organ. Up and down I went on his shaft, sucking and licking as much as I could. Except for me sucking his penis, Tan calmly ate the rest of his dinner, throbbing in my mouth. As he finished his last bite, he released in my mouth and I eagerly swallowed all he gave me. When he stopped spurting, I calmly got out from under the table, wiping a stray drop from the corner of my mouth.
“Can you answer a question for me?” Tan asked, standing up to get the tiramisu.
“What question would that be?” I responded.
“I don’t want to look a gift horse in the mouth, but I believe it was only a week ago you suggested that cock sucking was a rather disgusting practice and you hoped I wouldn’t expect one more frequently than my birthday, Christmas and our anniversary. I assumed from your attitude that it would be pointless for me to ask you to swallow my cum. Today is none of those things and you’ve eagerly swallowed every drop I had to give. What changed your mind? It can’t all be your girlfriends again, can it?”
While he was talking, he set the dessert on the table and poured us both cups of coffee. He held my chair for me and I sat down. He sat down across from me.
“Partly,” I admitted.
Of course the other part was my guilt over his penis not being the first one I sucked and my desire to make sure I atoned for it by being the best little fellatrix I could be when he asked.
“Partly it’s because it’s our honeymoon and I feel I should be as willing to participate as you are. Lastly, I discovered it’s not as bad as I thought it would be. I expected it would be smelly, disgusting, and would taste bad. A clean penis doesn’t taste any different than any other part of your skin. I have enjoyed the feeling of it in my mouth and your sperm doesn’t taste half bad. Mostly it’s bland and salty. One of my girlfriends said it was slimy, kind of like eating raw oysters, and I suppose it is, but I like oysters, so I can handle slimy. Everyone of them said swallowing was the easiest and least messy way of dealing with sperm, which otherwise would need to be cleaned up.”
“I’m going to throw those girls a party,” Tan laughed. “I thought I’d have to beg or buy you jewelry every time I wanted a blow job. Instead, you’ve been extremely accommodating.”
“I hope I never make you beg, Tan. I want to be a good wife to you.”
We talked about the other things we wanted to do in St. Lucia. He said he’d like to go sailing on the sunset cruise tomorrow evening and I thought that would be fun. We could eat something earlier and catch the evening sail after. Tan said he’d like to play some golf in a couple days. I told him I had no problem with him playing golf; I could find things to keep me occupied. He thought I might have a good time shopping. I said that shopping was an activity best done with friends and I didn’t need any more clothes for our trip, though I might try to find something for my parents.
We finished our dinner and put all the dishes on the food cart and pushed it out the front door.
Tan asked if I wanted to go swimming right around our bungalow. I thought it sounded relaxing and started pulling out one of my suits again. I hadn’t done any swimming for the last week and I usually swam an hour at least every other day.
“You won’t need the suit, Brenda. Come on. Go au naturale. It’s almost dark, we’ll be in the water. It’s our honeymoon, let’s live a little.”
I was reluctant given the show we’d given the boaters this afternoon, but it was nearly dark and there weren’t any more water craft out now. I nodded nervously. “Okay.”
“That’s my girl. This is an adventure. We’ll be back to tame and stodgy in no time.”
I laughed, but I had a sick feeling in my stomach. I doubted my blackmailer would allow my life to be tame or stodgy.
Tan turned on the underwater lights. We got towels and put on our robes until we got down to the swimming platform. I looked at the bungalows to either side of us. There didn’t seem to be any outdoor activity at either one, although the one past the one to my left had a couple sitting around a fire pit, but they were pretty far away. I dropped my robe and dived into the water. Tan was right behind me. The water seemed to be above 80 degrees, although feeling the water caress my bare body had my nipples as hard as if the water was cooler. Tan came up behind me and grabbed me.
“Mrs. Tan, I believe you would be the perfect mermaid. You swim like a fish and could lure all the sailors to a watery grave with your sexy body.”
I turned to face him and held him against me.
“You say the sweetest things, Mr. Tan. You just want to have your way with me, don’t you?”
“Yes, I admit it. Is it working?”
“I’ll tell you later. Now I want to swim some laps. Do you think you can keep up with me?”
“I can try, though I’m sure you’ll soon put me to shame. Where do you want to swim?”
“Let’s swim to the next bungalow and back. It’s dark and seems empty. We’ll just do it about 20 or 30 times.”
“Don’t get too tired, Brenda. I still have more plans for you tonight.”
“Swimming will energize me, Tan. You don’t have to worry about that.”
“I don’t think I can keep up with you over distance,” Tan said, “but I might be able to keep up in a sprint. I propose a contest. The first lap over and back, the winner gets oral sex from the loser, but we keep going for another lap. The winner of that one gets oral sex as well.”
“So if I win both laps, you’ll lick me to two orgasms?” I ask.
“Or you’ll give me two blow jobs if I win both.”
“That’s not going to happen, Mr. Tan. You have to touch the edge of their swim platform and back to ours both times, deal?”
“Sounds good. Line up here. No jumping the gun. Are you ready?”
“I’m ready to beat your ass. You already had an orgasm tonight, Mr. Tan.”
“You had four in the tub. I’m still two behind you.”
“It’s not my fault men need recovery time and women are more orgasmic.”
“Don’t get cocky. You haven’t won anything yet. On the count of three: One…Two…Three.”
On three, Tan pushed my head underwater and took off. I came up sputtering and took off after him. The cheater; he had about a 15 foot head start. I went into a ground eating crawl, rapidly closing the distance. He touched the platform and started back. I was about 10 feet behind him now, but I went into a touch like I was doing turns on a wall and cut the distance to 5 before he was halfway back. My legs were kicking up a storm, trying to catch him before the finish. He out touched me by about 6 inches and stopped. I kept going and did the next lap while he was hanging there laughing. I came up to him and splashed water in his face.
“You fucking cheater,” I said.
“Mrs. Tan. I’m shocked at your language. You don’t like that fucking word.”
“You pushed me under.”
“I had to win the first lap. I was ready to concede the second, but I had to get something out of it,” he laughed. “Come on, time to pay the winners.”
“I’ll give you your winnings, Tan, but I’m not done swimming yet, so you’ll have to wait until I’m done.”
“I’ll give you another half hour, Brenda, but if you’re not ready to pay up then, I’ll give you a spanking along with an orgasm.”
“You wouldn’t dare!” I exclaimed.
He put a very stern look on his face. “Try me.”
Okay, maybe he would. I started swimming again, maintaining a steady even pace on my laps this time, so as not to tire myself out before my thirty minutes was up. I kept up a good pace and since it was about 40 yards to the next bungalow, I must have swum a mile before Tan called out 30 minutes. I climbed out onto the platform. Tan was lying naked in the hammock.
“Are we going in?” I asked.
“We should do it right here, under the stars,” Tan said.
I smiled down at him. “Everything with you is public sex, isn’t it?”
“I would hardly call this public,” he said. “It’s dark. There’s not much of a moon and our nearest neighbors appear to be a respectable distance away. Unless you scream like a banshee when I make you cum, I doubt they’ll even know we’re fooling around. A 69 should take care of both of us.”
I climbed into the hammock with him with my head near his penis and lowered my kitty onto his willing mouth. I didn’t scream like a banshee, but I wasn’t exactly quiet when I orgasmed. Fortunately, nobody seemed to notice. I got the last laugh on the cheater, though. I climaxed three times before he spent in my mouth.
Tan fucked me again before we went to bed, driving hard into me from behind. It was definitely another fucking, not making love. Tiffany was right; doggy style put the man in command. He was plunging fast and deep into me and it was not gentle and loving at all. I was nothing but a vessel for his need. As he’d climaxed twice since supper, it took him a long time to orgasm again. From his size and my newness to sex, plus the intensity of his fucking, I felt somewhat sore before he spent in me, but it was effective. I climaxed four more times before he did. As he fucked me, he played with my bottom as he had before, running his fingers lightly up and down the crease between my cheeks. As he did so, he tickled the puckered opening of my back door. I was surprised again with the feelings of arousal his gentle touching provided. He never penetrated the opening as I thought he might, but I was beginning to wonder what it would feel like if he did. I thought his penis was too big to put back there. His finger or thumb might be more appealing to me, but I was becoming less surprised at the thought my girlfriends enjoyed anal sex. The teasing had a beneficial affect on me as the number of my orgasms demonstrated. When he finished, I slept the sleep of the dead, curled up in his arms. He slept soundly as well, not interrupting my sleep any more during the night before we both woke up with the alarm in the morning.
The next morning, he made love to me after the alarm went off. He allowed me to ride him and I did so slowly as I was still tender from the pounding the night before. Despite my soreness, the gentle loving was most welcome and I found myself climaxing twice before he did. I really was enjoying sex and Tan was a compelling lover. I found myself surprised at the intensity of my orgasms. Afterward, we showered to be fresh for the massage therapists coming at ten. Tan told me to put on the robe until we knew what the therapists required in the way of covering.
He contacted our butler, Roberta, and made arrangements for reservations at Barefoot by the Sea for 4:30 because they accepted casual wear and then the sunset cruise afterward. Since we would be wearing casual wear anyway, Tanner suggested we go to one of the grotto pools beforehand, maybe have a couple of drinks, perhaps meet some other people, instead of hiding away in our bungalow all the time. I agreed I wouldn’t mind spending less time having sex. Since I was so new to sex and Tan was both large and energetic, a respite in our sexual activity would be welcome. I told him so and Tan laughed as he was wont to when I said something he found funny.
“How do you know I’m big? How many other cocks have you seen?”
Well, one in an erect state, I thought, and he was smaller than you. I lied again. “None, but the glass dildo the girls had me practicing my oral skills on was about seven inches long and all three girls said it was larger than most penises. You’re larger than it was, slightly longer and thicker. Tammie was the only one able to deep throat it. She said the rigidity of glass made it more difficult to do. Neither Tiffany nor Yvonne could get it all the way down. I was the worst. I got between three and four inches of it in my mouth before I started gagging.”
“Tammie got the whole thing down? Maybe I should have married her.”
I punched him lightly in the shoulder and he grinned at me.
“Do you think she can teach you? I’d be happy to volunteer my services as a practice dummy,” Tan said, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
“I’m sure you would, you big oaf. I think I’ll do my best to learn without benefit of your services, though Tammie probably wouldn’t mind. All of my girlfriends think you’re a stud. Donna told me if I ever chose to chuck you back in the pond, she’d love to add white meat to her diet.”
“Really?” Tan said, preening and flexing a little for my benefit. “I’m liking your girlfriends more and more every day.”
“Back off buster. You’re married now. No more free range kitties for you. Till death do us part, remember?”
Tan laughed and picked me up, swinging me around while he kissed me. “I remember. All you have to do is keep me satisfied and I’ll never stray.”
“Keeping you satisfied may be tougher than I imagined. You’ve tenderized my poor sex with all your pounding. It’s a good thing it feels good despite the soreness, or I might have to take a break. It’s the reason I want to go to the pool this afternoon; a little R&R for Miss Kitty.”
Tan laughed again and set me down. “It’s your fault for making me wait. I can’t get enough of you now.”
Our massage therapists arrived at the same time as Tan’s suit and shoes, one of them male and one female. The set up their portable tables out on our deck, covering it with several towels and a small pillow with a hole in the middle to protect our heads and faces as we lay flat on our stomachs.
“Do you have a preference as to which of us does you?” The female asked.
Mindful of Tan’s admonition how he would be unhappy if I were with another man, I said, “If it’s all right with you, I’d prefer you do my massage.”
“Very well, madame. Would you prefer to be covered?”
I looked out at the watercraft passing by. They seemed pretty far out but I remembered what happened yesterday when Tan and I had started playing in the tub. “A towel please,” I replied.
She acknowledged my preference and I quickly shed my robe and got face down on the table and she covered my bare buns with a towel draped over them, folded so both my legs and lower back were uncovered. Tan did the same. She slightly parted my legs so my feet were at the edge of the table. I knew she could look up the bottom edge of my towel and see me in all my glory, but I remembered it was only a week ago a woman was ripping the pubic hair out of my crotch by the roots, so I guess I shouldn’t feel so self conscious about it.
“Would you like some music and would you like me to use an oil? I have one scented with sandalwood, another with lemongrass, and a third with a gardenia scent.”
“Yes to both please, gardenia for me.”
Tan chose sandalwood. She put a CD in the bungalow sound system and the sounds of a vaguely oriental or Indian type music wafted lowly through the air. Lots of bells and non-violin strings, it was very relaxing. She started on my arms, the hands really, and I was pleased she used lots of pressure. I enjoyed hard massages. I had to admit I had a lot of tension built up after getting the text from my blackmailer yesterday. I figured I only had until the end of my honeymoon until I had to start dealing with any twisted shit he would press upon me. She worked up my arms to my shoulders, then down my back. When she reached my buttocks, she reversed direction, starting at my feet and working her way up my legs. I was turning into putty, she was so good. After doing my thighs, she reached under the towel and started massaging my buns. It seemed to be where a lot of tension was concentrated, along with between my shoulder blades. Both Tan and I finished up about the same time. We both turned over, the masseuse lifting up my towel slightly until I was on my back, then laying it over my sex.
“Would you like a towel for your breasts, madame?” She asked.