Honeymoon in Vegas
written by:
Hotwife Jill

Honeymoon in Vegas

How my honeymoon in Vegas changed me from a shy woman into a hot wife.

My name is Jill (short for Juliana). I met my husband Jerry when I was 23 and we've been married for 12 years now. Before I met him I was new to the area and I didn't really have a life beyond working a boring day job and staying home at night passing time working crossword puzzles and watching TV. It wasn't much of a life I have to admit. I was lonely living all by myself in a one-bedroom apartment and I needed a man to fill the empty spaces of my heart, but I was a shy woman, so going out to socialize was hard for me.

Then I found a lonely hearts dating service in a local newspaper ad and called them out of desperation. They lined me up with this man, Jerry, and we went out on a date together. Jerry struck me as a good looking man, a few years older than me, and crazy as hell. He told me he was looking for a "hot wife" and I really didn't know what he meant by that, but I fell in love with his craziness and flew to Vegas with him two weeks after we met and married him. That was when he helped to change me from a shy woman into a hot wife. It seemed I had a wild streak inside of me all the time and all I needed was someone to turn the key.

We landed in Vegas early on a Friday morning. Jerry had the hotel reservations ahead of time and we stayed on the fifteenth floor of a well-known hotel/casino on the main strip. That afternoon we got married at a small chapel that issued our license and gave us a brief ceremony. There was no best man and maid of honor, just a couple of people that we didn't know who signed on as witnesses. It was plain and simple but I didn't care about that, I was just happy to be his wife.

We went back to our hotel room from there and I showered to get ready to go out for a couple of drinks with my new hubby to celebrate our marriage. While I showered I left the bathroom door open in hopes that he would see me and join me in the shower, but Jerry preferred lying on the bed watching TV while he waited. In the meantime I was getting very horny for making love to him, so after I dried off I walk to the bed naked and waited for him to pull me down to him, but he told me we had plenty of time for that and told me to get dressed.

Feeling a bit hurt from his rejection, I remained silent and obeyed his wishes and started putting on my bra and panties, but before I finished fastening my bra, Jerry said, "Don't bother with your underwear, Jill. I want you wearing just your dress and heels."

"If that's what you want," I responded and slipped into my dress and heels, letting Jerry help zip it up the back for me.

We took the elevator to the bottom floor and walked through the casino to a nearby lounge. I wasn't used to wearing dresses without my underwear underneath and I was feeling naked and aware of it every time someone looked at me, but I felt safe with it being that it didn't show, except for the slight hint of my nipples poking through the thin summer fabric which also did a poor job of holding my breasts still when I walked. Jerry seemed to like it though, especially when he saw other men looking at me.

Inside the lounge, Jerry asked the waitress to sit us at a booth near the back where the lighting was low and romantic. She seated us in a U-shaped booth with a long white table cloth and a candle flickering at the center of the table and a vase next to it with one red rose in it. There was some soft jazzy music playing that set the mood as well. We started out sitting opposite of each other and watched one another through the flickering light of the candle while we talked and drank spirited cocktails. Jerry was tipping the waitress highly so she kept them coming until I lost count of how many I had.

Somewhere along our conversation the subject turned to sex and he asked me to slide myself over to him. I gladly did and after I snuggled up to him, he put his hand on my knee and his fingers led under my dress as he slid his hand up my thigh until his fingers found the moist lips of my pussy.

"Jerry," I cautioned as I squirmed a bit on my seat, "someone could be watching."

"The table cloth is blocking the view. Don't worry baby. Just open your legs a bit, relax and enjoy," he said to me. The moment my legs parted I felt his finger working its way inside of me and I moaned to the sensation.

"It's okay to moan," he said when he heard me. "The music is loud enough for no one nearby to hear you."

I didn't really know why he wanted to finger my pussy in a public place but I soon quit asking myself why and simple enjoyed the way my body was reacting to it. Minutes later I came, crunching his hand between my quivering thighs.

"Oh my god, Jerry...that was amazing," I said to him after I calmed down.

"See what I mean? Now it's your turn," he said.

"My turn...?" I asked not knowing what he had in mind.

"Yes, unzip my pants and take out my cock," he spoke suggestively into my ear.

Having just landing from a wonderful orgasm and feeling the thrill of my husband's suggestion, I smile devilishly and reached under the table for his crotch. I could feel that he was hard as I ran my hand over his pants and after a few minutes of struggling with his stubborn zipper, I manage to free his cock. Not that the size of his cock really mattered to me, but Jerry had a short cock, 5-inches at best, but it was a fat one and hard as a wooden bat.

Sitting on his right side I was able to turn more towards him and reach across with my right hand to stroke him under the table while I whispered in his ear, "Do you like this honey?" I asked.

"Yes," he groaned. "Squeeze it a little tighter and stroke it faster. I did as he said and as I stroked him faster with a tighter grip on his stiff organ while he said, "You're my hot wife baby, my cock loving slut. Yes... oh baby, stroke it!" He was talking dirty to me, telling me how he was going to pin my ankles up over my head and eat and fuck my hot pussy when he gets me back to the room, and it was turning me on, making me wetter than I already was. The more he talked to me this way the harder I stroked him. After a few minutes of heavy stroking he groaned, saying, "I'm gonna cum!"

I quickly reached for my cloth napkin and covered the head of his cock with it just as he stiffened in his seat and grunted. I felt the napkin warm under my hand as his cum saturated through. He spilled such a large stain into the napkin I couldn't set it back on the table like that, so while he zipped himself back up I stuck the napkin in my purse.

"That was really good baby. Let's dance," he said to me afterwards.

We went out on the dance floor and Jerry held me close, whispering more naughty stuff in my ear. While we were dancing I noticed a tall, handsome man standing near the dance floor, smiling. I wasn't sure but he looked like he was directing his smile at me. I wondered why he was smiling at me and I began to wonder if he was watching us frolicking at the table moments before. I wondered if Jerry noticed him as well but I didn't mention it to him.

We danced one more song and then we left the lounge and stopped at a blackjack table and I stood next to Jerry while he played a few hands. Once again I noticed this man that was smiling at me moments earlier inside the lounge. He was standing a short distance away and he was definitely checking me out. He was even more handsome in the brighter lights of the casino. I kind of liked it and I wondered why I never noticed men looking at me this way before I was married. I thought that maybe being with Jerry was making me more sexually confident and it was starting to show. The next time I caught his eyes I smiled at him. I didn't know what possessed me to do that, but it felt thrilling and I smiled at him a few more times when Jerry wasn't looking.

Finally, Jerry had his fill of blackjack and we headed for the elevators. We were the only two people on the ride up and Jerry started getting fresh with me before we stopped at our floor. He had me giggling and pulling his claws from between my thighs by the time the doors opened.

"Jerry, behave yourself," I playfully told him and started walking down the hallway to our door.

"I can't. I want you out of that dress," he said as he followed me close behind with his hand on the zipper of my dress already starting to unzip it down the length of my back. While Jerry was busy unzipping the back of my dress I was busy digging for the key card in my purse. When I found it I slipped it in the lock slot and started to open the door of our room, but Jerry turned me around and started kissing me in the hallway while my back was pressing against the partially opened door. While we kissed in the hallway, Jerry pulled my dress from my shoulders and let it fall off my body and crumple to the carpeting.

"Jerry, let's go inside. Someone might see us," I prompted him. But he didn't listen and continued kissing me and fondling my naked body in the hallway, making my nipples harden and my pussy grow hot as he kept me there. It seemed like he was actually hoping that someone would catch us like this.

Suddenly I heard the elevator doors open down the hallway and my eyes glanced in that direction to see this same guy that was checking me out downstairs now checking me out in the hallway while he stood outside the elevator doors. His eyes were taking it all in and I couldn't believe that I was actually letting him, and more-so I was actually enjoying putting on my naughty little exhibition for him. Who know that a shy girl like me would suddenly become so bold?

Jerry knew that this man was watching us, I was sure of it. I turned my eyes directly at this man with the voyeur eyes and smiled at him as I snagged my dress with the bottom of my heel and back-kicked it into our room while I slowly back-peddled through the doorway pulling Jerry with me.

Once the door was closed I asked Jerry, "Did you notice that man in the hallway watching us?"

"I noticed him watching you all night," Jerry replied, "and I noticed you smiling at him. Do you like him?"

"Well, he's kind of cute," I admitted as I kicked off my heels.

"Would you like to fuck him?" he asked, smiling, like it was a good thing.

Jerry startled me with such a direct question. I wasn't sure how to answer him because he sounded like he wanted me to say yes, so I sidestepped the issue and said, "Let's forget about him and get you undressed," as I started unbuttoning his shirt.

As soon as Jerry's clothes were on the floor, we were on the bed passionately making out. I wiggled my way under him, trying to get him between my legs. "Slow down baby, we have all night," he said and started working on my breasts, massing them and sucking my nipples. I settled and enjoyed the feel of his lips working their way down my body. When he got to my pussy he did like he told me earlier and pinned my ankles above my head while his tongue flicked my clit and licked my sopping cunt.

"Oh yes, Jerry... oh I like that so much," I moaned and cried as he lavished me like my pussy was a delicious cream pie.

Jerry wasn't satisfied with just eating my pussy. After me made me cum, his tongue followed and cleaned the juices that leaked from my pussy and tricked down to my ass. I never thought I'd ever let a man go there, but the moment his tongue brushed over my anus it felt so good my ass curled higher to meet his pleasure. His tongue and lips nearly drove me out of my mind as they grinded against my ass and I just had to rub my clit! Through the pleasure of it all Jerry made me cum a second time, screaming out his name.

He gave me some time to catch my breath and then he said, "I want to fuck you now."

I whispered in his ear, "I want to be on top."

Jerry smiled and rolled onto his back to let me have my wish and I straddled his hips. Taking him in my hand, I guided the head of his now very hard cock into the entrance of my sex. It took me only a moment to squeeze it through the soft wet lips of my cunt and settle my body onto his. He was inside me and it felt divine!

Jerry reached up to touch my breasts, but I took his hands in mine and put them on the tops of my thighs. "I want to feel you inside me with no distractions. I want to feel you moving inside my pussy, and I want to watch your face and see your expression when you climax and fill me with your seed," I told him.

He looked into my eyes and said," Kiss me first.

I bent forward and supported myself on my hands, lowered my head and kissed him softly. Then I pulled away and said, "You can help by moving, but please, for the first coupling of our marriage, let me do this for you."

I started rocking slowly, stroking him with my pussy, moving my hips up and down in a slow steady rhythm. I watched Jerry close his eyes and revel in the pleasure I was giving him. I increased the speed of my movements a little at a time and he started to rise up to meet my downward motion.

I could count how many times I had sex before I met Jerry on the fingers of one hand, and it was always on my back. Riding a man this way was very exciting. I wanted to try all the different positions now that I had a man who would be with me every night of my life, and bouncing on Jerry like this was making me very hot and juicy.

He looked up at me and said, "You are such a turn-on to me, and if you don't slow down a little I am going to cum very soon now."

"Does this help?" I asked playfully while rotating my pelvis, increasing the friction on his cock.

"Oh Jill, I married a very hot woman, indeed!" he groaned, pushed up into me and climaxed. He raised his hips off the mattress as he came, crushing our pelvic bones together trying to get as far inside me as he could. He slumped back onto the bed, breathing hard and fast.

"Wow, honey! You really liked that, didn't you?" I exclaimed as I held his cum inside me.

He swallowed and answered, "You are the best, baby. My hot wife, my cock loving slut!"

I didn't know why Jerry choose such phrases to describe me about as much as I didn't know why it turned me on then he talked that way to me. I bent lower and kissed him hard, then sat straight up. "I love you honey. I want to be whatever you want me to be, as long as it pleasures you and makes me feel loved."

I watched him smiling up at me, seeming to know exactly how I felt. We slept soundly in each other's arms that night, but I woke up early the following morning with hunger pains since we hadn't eaten anything since we landed in Vegas.

"Honey, wake up! Let's go get some breakfast," I said shaking him, but my husband seemed to down for the count as he rolled away from me and muttered," You go on, Jill. I'll join you later."

I let him sleep and I went into the bathroom and showered. While I was in the shower I felt like a different kind of woman, much more sexual than I ever felt before. I also wondered what my husband really meant when he brightly asked me if I would fuck that man who had his eyes on me last night. When I dressed I slipped on a pair of light silk panties, high-heeled sandals and my bright yellow silk summer dress. I neglected imprisoning my breasts in a bra, remembering how sexy it felt last night going without one. I looked at my husband who was still sound asleep and decided to let him sleep when I left the room and went down to the main floor of the hotel to the restaurant that had outside seating under umbrella tables.

After I had a filling breakfast I walked over to the railing near the table where I was seated and admired the city that surrounded me. It was a while later when I went back to the hotel room to find my husband still in bed, but very awake and waiting for me.

"Did you miss me?" I asked as I slipped out of my clothes and crawled back into bed with him.

"Yes, you've been gone a long time. I started to worry about you." He snuggled up to me and his mouth began to explore the thick, erect nipple of my full, firm left breast, while the fingers of his right hand slid down between my legs to the welcoming wetness of my eager sex.

"Well, I have a confession to make. I did something unlike a woman should be doing on her honeymoon."

"Do tell," Jerry said and slid his arm across me as I carried on telling him.

"I was standing at the railing of the restaurant balcony downstairs, looking out at the city, and that man who was watching us last night suddenly appeared next to me and mentioned how wonderful the view was, and then he told me his name was Jonathon. He had a thick German accent. I was a bit startled by his sudden appearance but I agreed that it was a very lovely view, and he said that it was even better from his hotel room on the top floor, and invited me up to have a look..."

"Naturally, I thanked him and declined, telling him that I was here on my honeymoon and had to get back to my husband soon. He didn't walk away and he asked me about you. I told him what a wonderful man you are and how happy that I am to be married to you. He said that you are a very lucky man to have me, and then he asked me if I would be willing to make him lucky as well..."

"It took me a second or two to understand what he meant and, when it hit me I couldn't help smiling at him. He had such an appealingly innocent look - but I said ‘No, I am already taken.' Even as I declined his intimate offer, just getting hit on by this stranger gave me such a thrill..."

"He wasn't a bit put off by my decline, but asked me to his room again, for a quick drink and a look at the view, and I thought - why not? I figured you were still sleeping and I didn't want to wake you before you were ready to get up, and just looking out at the view from the top floor couldn't do any harm. So I went with him to the elevators. Just as the doors of the elevator opened, a whole crowd of women walked up and got on after we did. We were pushed into the corner of the elevator, very close together, and Jonathan stood in front of me, facing me, with his back to the other women inside...."

"He was very tall and, as the elevator started on its way up, he was openly looking down the front of my dress which was buttoned much lower than it should have been. I caught his eyes and what they were focusing on and he just smiled, then I felt his hand moving up between our bodies until it reached the underside of my left breast, and gently cupped it. I looked around, panic-stricken, but no-one else had noticed, then his index finger gently grazed my nipple, and it was then as I felt my nipple swell I remembered I had no bra on...!"

"The women got out a few floors up, and Jonathan stepped away. We traveled the rest of the way in silence. Jonathan opened the door to his room and stood back to let me walk inside. It was a beautiful room with a balcony that overlooked the city. He led me out to the balcony and while I looked over the city he went back into the room and opened a bottle of champagne. After filling two glasses he brought them out, and we drank..."

"Then he said - ‘You didn't stop me in the elevator. I think, maybe, your lovely breasts are not only for your husband Jerry - no?' I couldn't think of what to say and, noticing my hesitation, he stepped towards me and took my glass. Then he touched me under the chin and tilted my face up to his. ‘I think you like to unbutton the dress, yes?' he said..."

"I could feel my face turning very red, and I tried to look away, but, somehow, I kept meeting his eyes again. I shook my head in disagreement but, even as I did, I knew my face was expressing regret rather than outrage or determination, and part of me was intensely excited at the thought of how I would feel if I just did it - if I just unbuttoned my dress and bared my breasts for him - a total stranger! And the fact that he was a foreigner with a thick and sexy accent made it, somehow, even more exciting..."

"His expression didn't change. If anything, he was looking at me with - fondness - and kindness. It was if he was an old and dear friend, inviting me to share a sort of forbidden treat..."

"Then his hand very gently touched my breast again. He touched me with just the tips of his fingers, exerting the slightest pressure on the material of my dress. My eyes closed involuntarily as one hand took a firmer grip while his other hand dropped from my chin and curled over my other breast. My breathing quickened and I couldn't move to stop him, and then I realized - I didn't want to stop him...."

"I opened my eyes and looked up at him, then down at his hands covering my breasts. His fingers were teasing my nipples through the thin material of my dress. They were so hard and sensitive they ached! I sighed softly then looked up at him again. My acquiescence - my surrender - must have been obvious, and he removed his hands and stood back..."

"I thought he was going to let it go at that point, but he raised his hands again and undid the buttons of my dress, one by one, down to my waist. He slid the dress off my shoulders and let it fall around my waist. He looked at my breasts for what seemed like ages before holding out his hands for mine. He led me closer to the railing of his balcony and placed my hands on it so that I was facing out from the hotel with my breasts exposed to anyone who looked up from the street below. I didn't look down, so I don't know if anyone saw, but Jonathan was standing behind me with his hands on my waist..."

"Then he reached up and took my naked breasts in his hands. His touch was very gentle, but very stimulating. My nipples were still rock-hard and every time he touched them, I was flooding down below. At some point, I think he must have undone a little more of my dress because I gradually realized I had only my heels and panties on. Moments later he led me from the balcony back into his room..."

"He turned me to face him, and he took me in his arms. I felt his hands on my hips, outside my panties before he slipped them under the elastic and took the cheeks of my ass in his hands while he pressed his erection against my abdomen, but he didn't try to move his hands around to my front..."

"You mean he didn't try then, don't you?" my husband asked. A silent moment passed after he asked me, then I said, "Oh, Jerry, I couldn't help what followed!"

"Tell me, Jill," Jerry insisted, leaning forward to kiss my nipple. I breathed in sharply and gave a little shudder as I felt my husband's lips.

"I... I touched him first," I whispered. "I could feel his bulge against my stomach and, the next thing I knew, I had the palm of my hand pressed against the front of his trousers and I could feel how big it was. His hands squeezed my bottom very hard when I touched him and I heard him draw in a long deep breath..."

"What happened then?" my husband whispered hoarsely. I pushed my swollen clit hard against my husband's probing fingers. "Oh, Jerry, are you sure you want to hear this - you won't get angry?"

"No, I won't be angry," my husband answered and kissed me hungrily. I returned his kiss almost ferociously, mashing the fullness of my lips against his, my tongue shooting into his mouth. Then I tore my mouth away and pulled his head down as I whispered urgently into his ear.

"He took his hands from my panties and unbuckled his trousers. When he started to unzip, I took my hand away and he turned his back to me. I sat down on the edge of the bed and watched as he pulled off his clothes. He took them all off as he faced his ass to me. He was very thin, but muscular, like a swimmer. He turned around and showed me his penis, although he really didn't try to point it out to me, but it was hard to miss because it was swinging between his legs as he walked towards me. Then he knelt in front of me..."

I took a long deep breath before I continued, giving my husband a moment to absorb what I was telling him.

"He reached out and took hold of my breasts again. As I felt him massaging my nipples I looked down between his thighs which were spread apart, and I could see his penis growing. I just sat there and let him squeeze my tits and massaged my nipples as I watched his cock getting stiff and hard. It was tremendously exciting to say the least. And when it was fully erected it didn't stick out straight, like yours - it pointed up into the air, like it was looking up at me..."

"Then he dropped his hands to the elastic of my panties. I let myself fall backwards onto the bed as he eased my panties from my hips. He pulled them gently down my legs and removed my shoes as he freed them from my feet. Then he stood up and looked down at me lying naked on the bed. His hands were by his sides, his penis was pointed upwards and his testicles were hanging between his thighs, low and heavy. I don't know why I am telling you all of this, but it made a very sexual impression on me..."

"Then I looked up at his face. His eyes were sparkling and he had an impish smile on his lips. Then he raised an eyebrow - just one eyebrow - but it said it all - the unspoken statement! And... and..."

I took a deep shuddering breath, and gulped.

"And...?" my husband prompted, looking intrigued.

"And... I eased my legs apart. I opened my legs for him!"

"And what did he do?"

"Well... he put his hand on his cock and leaned forward and put the tip of it just touching the entrance of my pussy. Then he supported himself with his arms so that he was looking down at me when he slid very sensuously and slowly into me. He made sure I could feel every inch of him going in. He had a very long cock and it seemed to go on forever until I felt his testicles brushing against my bottom. He then gave one final little nudge and his whole length was in me..."

"I let out my breath - I didn't even realize I had been holding it! Then he bent down and kissed me on the mouth. I got lost somewhere between his mouth and his cock and put my arms around him and he came down on top of me, crushing my breasts under his chest and started to ride me, very expertly. At some point, I raised my legs and wrapped them around his waist and he started to ride me harder. It didn't take long for him to bring me to the brink of an orgasm and I think he sensed it because he started slamming his cock inside of me very hard. Then, as I went over the edge, he gave me one last final thrust and stayed there. I felt his cock expand and he pumped his cum inside my pussy. It felt so good I nearly screamed..."

"When I came to my senses, Jonathan was still lying on top of me, although his cock had slipped out. I could feel it lying on my thigh. His face was in the crook of my neck and his lips were gently nibbling on me. I lay there for a time, thinking about what I had done, and, you might not believe this, thinking about how - one day - I would have to tell you about it, but I never thought I would be telling you this so soon..."

"And while I was thinking about that and feeling Jonathan's cock lying on my leg, I started to feel... well, I suppose... well, I don't really know how to put it into words. You see, here you were a few floors down from me while I was up there in his hotel room, lying stark naked on a bed with a strange man who had just fucked me..."

"I kept thinking that he first talked to me less than an hour ago, and now he's fucked me! I actually let him strip me naked, play with my tits and give me a good fucking! What woman in her right mind would do something like this on her honeymoon? I felt like such a slut - but I liked it..., it felt so thrilling, and I began to get hot all over again..."

"He must have sensed it happening, because I realized his cock was stiffening against my leg. I slipped my hand down along my thigh and touched his cock and it jumped. He rolled off of me but I put my fingers around it, not wanting to let go of it. He rested on his back and leaned up on one elbow and watched my fingers clinging to his prick. I gripped it tightly and moved my hand up and down a couple of times, and his hand slipped down to my cunt and his finger rubbed my lips and then slid just inside. He said, ‘We shouldn't waste these precious juices...' and I felt the same way..."

"I pushed myself up and straddle him, straightened my thighs and took his cock in both hands, and then I lowered myself on him, slowly, and felt his cock slide up into me - into my hot, wet cunt. He just lay back and watched me with a cunning little smile upon his face. I asked him, ‘Will you tell your friends when you get back home to Germany? Will you tell them how you met a woman on her honeymoon and fucked her while her husband slept?' and he immediately understood and replied, "Oh yah, I will tell everything. You will like that?' I nodded and put one hand behind me and cupped his balls..."

"-‘What will you tell them?' I asked. ‘Oh, everything,' he replied. ‘Especially, I will describe you - how you look, without clothes - how you feel to my hands on your breasts and how soft your pussy feels around my penis...'"

"I fucked him until his face changed and his climax started. I felt his sperm shoot up into me and his face contort when he gasped in time with each spurt. I felt his cock slowly soften and shrink within the walls of my vagina, like a balloon slowly deflating. I took all of his passion, all of his cum - that's what he wanted when he first saw me last night at the lounge, when he watched me standing next to you at the blackjack table, when he watched you undress me in the hallway, when he came up to me this morning at the downstairs balcony..."

"I lifted up and let his cock slip out of me and watched it flop onto his belly. It was small and shiny with our juices and I leaned over and kissed it..."

"I got off the bed after that and started to gather my clothes. Jonathan sat up and rolled off the bed too, and went over to the dressing table. I had been expecting it when he picked up his camera and turned to me with it in his hands. I laid my clothes down and stood still with my hands at my sides, waiting for him to take a picture of me to prove his story to his friends. He focused the camera and took just one picture - a full frontal of me standing totally naked. ‘For your friends?' I asked, and he nodded, smiling. Then, I got dressed..."

"-‘I must go now,' I said. He nodded and bent to kiss me. As he did so, I reached out my hand and felt his cock one last time..., but it began to stiffen again, in my hand. He didn't say anything. It kept getting harder. I didn't want to let it go as I felt it grow. I looked down and watched it coming back to life, so I knelt down and kissed the end of it. It sort of - reached - towards my mouth, and I opened my mouth and took the head between my lips..."

"He sighed and I pushed my mouth further down until I had to top half of his penis in my mouth and my fingers wrapped around the bottom half. I used my other hand to cuddle his balls and I gave him the best blow job I ever tried giving a man. It didn't take very long. His legs began to shake and then his whole body shuddered violently and he began to grunt loudly as he came inside my mouth. He didn't have all that much left in him - but I could tell it was the best of the three climaxes for him. I gave him one last pull with my lips and he was finished. He sank to his knees, gasping when I left his room..."

"I still tasted his cum in my mouth when the elevator arrived, so I decided to have a drink at the bar to wash it down before I came back to the room..."

"Why are you laying here with a raging hard-on?" I asked my husband as I lay next to him, holding his cock in my hand. "You should be jealous, upset, and angry with me for telling you this."

Jerry looked at me and laughed as he asked, "That never really happened did it?"

I looked him back and smiled. "Oh course not, darling. But now that I know how much it turned you on, the next time I tell you a story like this, it might turn out to be true."

"Oh, you are a hot little imp!' he said as he rolled me onto my back and pushed himself between my legs.

This story is true, and as a result of it, Jerry and I spent the rest of our honeymoon in our hotel room making passionate love to each other. He later confessed to me that he was having many cuckold fantasies about me with other men and suggested that we should actually make it happen sometime. And that was the start of our very exciting, sex-filled marriage that we still enjoy today.