Day 1. By all accounts, it had been a beautiful ceremony, and our Saturday wedding had been free of hitches or hidden snags. The weather held off and the temperature hovered just below eighty on the mostly sunny June day. We said our vows in a beautiful Santa Barbara garden to the smell of flowers and the sounds of buzzing bees and a babbling brook. The breeze had been gentle and consistent, the 4-piece combo was not too loud, our soloist hit every high note, and every seat was full of casually but expensively dressed well-wishers.
Of course, the most beautiful part of the ceremony was my bride, Willow Ingram, nee Garver, and her youthful beauty and energy permeated the entire day. There is a powerful bundle of energy packed into her statuesque frame and our wedding day highlighted it.
She woke early, skipped breakfast, went to the spa for treatments, wrapped presents for her bridesmaids and maid of honor, skipped lunch, made phone calls, dressed for the early-afternoon ceremony, performed her part flawlessly, looked fresh and relaxed despite the expected wedding-day tension, was radiant in all the pictures, had more than a few glasses of champagne, danced until after midnight at the reception, and was an eager lustful participant in two rounds of conjugal duty in the honeymoon suite. Her motor always revved in the red zone and often left me panting as I tried to keep up.
And all that while still being the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. She just turned twenty-two last month, on her Stanford graduation day, and she's so beautiful and smart that she could have had her pick. There were plenty on the hunt. She was gracious but not overjoyed when she accepted my wedding proposal, and my joy was somewhat tempered by her response. I thought I could make her love grow into one at least half as big as mine, so I let my doubt wither.
In my heart, I think it was my persistent determination in my chase for Willow that swayed her to say yes. I don't believe it was love at first sight for her and I think I just wore her down. She had fun with me and we have great sex, but she isn't as totally entranced as I am.
On the other hand, I'm so entranced that I don't think it would be possible for any person to love another person any more than I love her, and her physical beauty is only part of it. That part is what every man notices first however, and that part is often jaw dropping.
She has hair so blonde it's almost white, especially after bleaching in the sun, and its color melded nicely with her off-white wedding dress. Her eyes are large and emerald green and her face is as gorgeous as that of any movie star, but it is her body that commands the most attention.
If she wears tall heels, we can dance cheek to cheek despite me being 6'2". Her measurements are 37-21-34 and both her firm D-cup breasts and her protruding derriere appear larger because her waist is so tiny. She is well aware of the gaggle of eyes that track her wherever she goes, and while she doesn't pander to them, she doesn't resent them either.
What she does resent is vulgarity, especially concerning sex. We ‘do it' or ‘romp' rather than fuck, her vagina is not a cunt or a twat, but she has finally allowed me to call it a pussy, and my penis is not a cock or a prick, but usually a ‘thing'. In fact, almost any profanity is taboo. She doesn't like hearing them and she definitely won't speak them.
I've had more than my share of ‘experiences', mainly because I'm seven years older than my brand new bride and I have an established job that brings in money for me to wine and dine. I don't have movie star looks, but before I started dating Willow, they were enough. Many girls had returned my glance and gave me a second look later that turned into a wink and a romp.
I had some guilt about her lack of sexual experiences compared to my abundance, and I knew in my heart that I was likely not her last lover.
Day 2. It was nearly 1:30 AM when I finally carried my bride across the honeymoon suite threshold and who knows how long it took before I'd been fully sated twice before sleep in our first ‘romps' as a married couple. She woke me early enough to romp once more, but my bundle of energy was still groping and hoping when we dressed and barely beat our check out deadline the next day.
We spent the afternoon opening presents followed by a relaxing swim and sun-bask at her parents' house in Santa Barbara. Her dad grilled steaks, we played a few hands of bridge, and then we retired to what was now one of their guest bedrooms.
We'd spent a couple nights before our wedding in that bedroom , the one that had been Willow's all her life, but those were uncomfortable nights for me despite her parents' consent and our formal engagement. Our sex had been clandestine and surreptitious then, but we were married now and my mind convinced me that we could make noise romping in their house, so we did while getting sated again. Twice.
Day 3. My beautiful bride's father didn't mention the banging headboard as he drove us to the airport very early the next morning for our Monday flight to Miami, but he did ask, "Are you feeling okay honey? I heard you moaning last night."
She knew he knew, and there was a bit of attitude in her reply, "I'm fine Daddy."
He knew perfectly well, and his wink at me was almost congratulatory. His daughter was moaning last night, but not from pain. He didn't just know we had romped, he knew that part of the reason was that we were trying to make a baby.
Her ovulation should arrive during our cruise, and we thought its fourth day would be the most likely. She'd thrown away her pills ten days before her last period, and it arrived right on time. Her periods were extremely predictable, and we expected her ovulation cycle would be too. We didn't want to chance missing the egg drop however, so we vowed to romp every day once her period was over. So far, we'd kept our word. My in-laws were hoping their only child would produce a grandchild soon after our wedding. My parents already had four, so they were pretty blasé about it.
Our booking was on an adults-only Carnival cruise, leaving Miami on Monday and returning the following Monday. It was not the typical weekend to weekend schedule, and it was advertised as one that was usually less crowded. The check-in seemed to confirm it and we left port at 3:30 PM, right on schedule.
It was early evening, after safety protocol and getting settled into our luxury suite, before we were seated at an assigned table with four other honeymoon couples. They were all under 30, like us (although I barely made it) and all friendly and cheerful.
Joey, of William and Joey, suggested that we each tell a bit about ourselves and she volunteered to go first. She couldn't have left much of anything in her life out, and one of the overabundance of details was that they were on the cruise because it was a wedding present from William's parents. She proudly stated that she hoped they would take a number of vacations before they were saddled with kids. She didn't leave much for William to reveal and he was finished quickly.
Every couple mentioned that the cruise was a wedding present from parents, and there were no surprises until Talia, of Talia and Jeremy, disclosed that she had just found out a week ago that she was pregnant. She also revealed, while looking at Joey, that they had tried to get her pregnant and that she didn't feel that she would be ‘saddled'.
During Willow's turn she said that the cruise was my wedding gift to her and that she hoped she would also get pregnant during our cruise. I followed by stating that if she did, I couldn't think of a better wedding present to me and that I wouldn't feel ‘saddled' either.
We sat with Talia and Jeremy for the stage show later that evening, and I felt like we would have friends for the balance of the cruise. The only scheduled time we would see them would be at dinner, when the ship was back underway after a day in port somewhere, but we now had some people we could share adventures with.
Day 4. We woke the next morning to a full day at sea, and we used it exploring the ship. We found the dance venues and looked them over, we used both the gym and running track, we got thumped in a three-hour game of bridge with Talia and Jeremy, and we swam in both swimming pools. We insured the beer was cold and the wine was aged at each stop in our exploration, but left anything stronger on the bar's back shelf until we went dancing later.
It was exactly the relaxation we'd hoped for and my beautiful Willow thanked me often for what was my wedding present to her, although the relaxing cruise was also a gift to myself. That first full day at sea let us became comfortable and familiar with the cruise ship, which of course meant pulling my bride into a few niches for a quick grope and snog.
By the time we went to bed, we'd danced in one of the two live band venues and downed so many martinis that it would have been impossible to pass a motor-function sobriety test. My bundle of energy again decided that I needed to go a second round before Mr. Sandman could grab me.
Day 5. The next morning found us moored in Grand Cayman, and we spent the morning shopping and seeing the town, but we spent the afternoon on the beach. The sun bore down, but the temperature was mid-80's and the water just cool enough to be refreshing. Carnival caters to party-hardy young adults, and the group of us on the beach did. There were several topless girls, lots of skimpy bikinis and Speedos, alcohol was flowing, and the smell of pakalolo drifted. We each had several beers, and when the joints reached us, we didn't pass them on until we indulged.
Despite her two-piece suit being relatively modest, Willow attracted attention like she was nude. I made sure her sensitive skin was sufficiently covered in sun screen each time she came out of the water, and that simple action induced a surprising reaction.
She'd always been a tiger in bed, but this was the first time her arousal indicators blinked while we were surrounded by other people. Substances may have been affecting both of us, but I decided to push the blinking buttons a bit to see where her red line was. The next time she came out of the water, I started pushing and probing for that threshold.
I had her lay on her stomach first and I did her neck, shoulders, and arms as usual, but then I unfastened her top before doing her back. When I started putting the creamy sun block on her lower back, I let my fingers slip under the suit and caress the upper part of her ass. She just wiggled and the only sound was a soft moan.
I moved to her feet and legs and when I reached her upper thighs, I hunted for the red line again. It was already beyond where I expected it to be, so I decided to call it the Willow Line. The hunt continued as I squirted a dollop on the back of each leg, but then used both hands on each thigh to rub it in. My hand lightly bumped her mound on each upward stroke, and I finally slipped my hand under her suit to caress her bare ass as far as my fingers would reach. I looked around and was unsurprised to see an audience, but still hadn't discovered the Willow Line.
"Turn over so I can do your front."
"Fasten my top."
Where was that line?
"Just hold it. My hands are too greasy."
My beautiful bride didn't just roll over. She was using both hands to hold her top as she got on her knees first and looked around. Her sizable audience saw side boob bulges next to the hanging straps and a slight smile on her face before she turned to sit and then lay back down. She was getting off on the watching eyes. I was too, and my response was surging and throbbing.
She was on her back now as I knelt by her head, and she didn't miss the opportunity to check my primary arousal indicator. Her top was just laying on top of her moguls, and my hands first did her neck and shoulders before heading under her top to groom the slopes. I squeezed each responsive breast and lightly pinched each nipple, and when I pulled my hands away, her top was askew, being drug upward as I removed my hands. She was breathing hard and her nipples were barely covered and fully engorged, but she didn't try to rearrange her top.
I moved to straddle her legs. A dollop on her stomach first led my slippery hands north, and they were again under her unfastened top. I bent down to whisper while my hands still squeezed.
"They want to see them, hon."
"Ohh god Jake, I'm so turned on."
"They want to see that too Willow. So do I."
A quiet moan was the only complaint I heard as I lifted her top off and laid it beside her. Her Victoria's Secret breasts were available for inspection. There were plenty of volunteers for the job.
I knelt beside her and my hands went south this time. She was biting her lower lip and her hands were squeezing the towel she was on when my right hand slid into her bikini bottom. I passed pubic hair and didn't stop until I struck oil.
It was a gusher.
I easily slid a finger in and pumped to insure the well was operational, but didn't overstay my welcome. I moved on to her feet and legs. Doing her upper thighs from the front was a clone of doing them from the back, but this time she spread her legs to let me kneel between them. I used both hands on each thigh in turn and each upward stroke bumped her puffed-up mound. On the last stroke on each leg, one hand slipped under the elastic around her legs to find her magic button.
I didn't finish the job, but I hadn't found that danger-zone Willow Line either. She definitely noticed my response to her exposure, and when she sat up I whispered in her ear.
"They can see your nipples are hard hon. They know you're turned on by letting them see you."
She looked at me and then whispered in my ear.
"What about you? I can see that you like letting them see me too Jake."
Excitement was protruding on both of us and she was looking at my indicator when I answered.
"Yeah, I do. Just stay like this. Let them dream and drool all day."
"I'm drooling too honey."
Drooling from different lips, "I felt it. It's too bad this isn't a clothing optional beach. I'd like to let them see that too."
"Mmmm ... are there any?"
She didn't put her top back on for the rest of the afternoon and the erect nubs on the end were only slightly due to the cool water. I made sure they didn't burn and each application was eye-witnessed by interested members of my own gender, many of them black men who I assumed lived there. The Willow Line was well beyond my initial guess, still undiscovered.
After her display, which was foreplay for both of us, we couldn't wait for bedtime and indulged ourselves in a late afternoon romp in our suite. She was especially engaged and we almost missed dinner.
As soon as we arrived at our table, Joey of Joey and William smiled, "We saw you on the beach and I can guess why you're late."
Willow smiled back and nodded, "Why didn't you come over to say hello?"
William answered, "Joey wouldn't let us." His bride elbowed him, but he defended himself, "Well, it's true. You were topless."
Joey looked at me, "You're okay with your wife being topless?"
I smiled, "More that okay."
My admission brought everybody else into the conversation, but Joey raised the stakes, "How did that feel, Willow, being almost naked like that?"
I answered for my bride, "She was turned on," I paused before truth escaped, "So was I, and you're right Joey, we had to satisfy that need. It's why we were late."
When I finished, Joey added, "Tell them how you put the sun screen on."
I went with it, "She has fair skin. I don't want her to get burned."
Joey observed, "They were pretty white, but you put plenty on and rubbed it in thoroughly."
"Like I said. We were both turned on."
Joey sniped, "You put it in places that never see the sun."
Willow finally came to my rescue, "I loved every place my wonderful husband put it."
Jeremy, the bridge-playing husband, fake groaned, "Uuunnngghh ... I'm sorry I missed it Willow."
Willow smiled back, "There are a few more beaches Jeremy."
I was pretty sure that Talia, his pregnant wife, and probably the other wives too, weren't thrilled by my beautiful bride's teasing response. After that, there was tension as the talk tried to return to normal things, including what we were going to do the next day. Nobody else was on our scuba trip.
After dinner, we bought a new thong bikini in one of the on-board shops. We both agreed that displaying my brand-new bride was an exciting new hobby, and our scuba trip would be the perfect place for her inaugural showing in her new suit.
Day 6. Our cruise ship was docked in Mahogany Bay the next morning, but we were on a different vessel shortly after docking. Our transfer boat seated about twenty, and as soon as we were seated, a man about my age bee-lined to the seat directly opposite us.
He was a guy who looked like he belonged in the Mr. Universe contest. I'm 6'2" and he was at least four inches taller than me, but his height didn't impress me as much as his build. He wasn't tall and lanky like a basketball player or tall and thick like an offensive tackle. He was tall and structured like a gymnast with tight and bulging muscles. This guy spent a lot of time with the weights.
He was shirtless and his head, chest, and legs were shaved smooth. His clothing was only a pair of shorts and a pair of sandals and his skin was a dark mahogany that had a sheen that could have been from a light coating of oil.
As soon as he sat, he looked at Willow and smiled before he extended his hand, "Hi, I'm Chidobe. Have you ever dived this reef?"
She smiled back, "No, I've only scuba'd in California and not much of that."
"It's supposed to be one of the best reefs in the world, really large. I can't wait."
Her smile at him continued, "That's what we read. I can't wait either."
He looked at me, "I'd be happy to stay with you, just in case."
I recognized him from the beach yesterday, and from the way Willow was beaming, I thought she did too, "Thanks, I haven't done it much either. By the way, I'm Jake and this is Willow. We're on our honeymoon."
I shook his proffered hand, "Nice to meet you. I was hoping I would get a chance. I saw you on the beach yesterday."
After his confirmation, Willow looked at me and I shrugged.
The outing was now a little more amped. His eyes had been two of those watching my hands arouse and expose my bride. The rest of the trip to the reef was mainly ‘where are you from?' and ‘what do you do?' chit chat for all three of us, but just before entering the water, Chidobe upped the ante.
"I love your suit. Much sexier than yesterday's. Are you going topless again?"
It was a bold question to ask a bride on her honeymoon, particularly so with her new husband standing right beside her.
She looked at me, "Honey?"
The fact that she asked let me know what she wanted. There was arousal in her eyes, hoping for the answer I provided, "As soon as we get in the water."
His boldness ratcheted, "Why wait? Stand up and turn around Willow. I'll undo you." She looked. I shrugged. Before he took off her top, he looked at her exposed, untanned ass cheeks in her new thong. As soon as it was off he whispered in her ear, loud enough for me to hear, "They are so beautiful."
Willow just smiled as she sat back down, but when he dropped his shorts to reveal a Speedo, he also revealed the easily distinguishable shape and length of an impressive bulge that my bride definitely noticed. It was the muscle provided by genetics, and time in the gym had nothing to do with it.
He was proud of his ‘thing' and he almost posed by putting one leg up on the bench right next to Willow in order to take off his sandal. It definitely outlined his length and I watched her eyes lock on.
His ‘assistance' continued, "Let me help you get your gear on."
As he ‘helped' her get fitted, there was contact between his hands and her nubs a couple of times. It didn't look accidental, but wasn't blatant either so I stayed silent. Her nubs were perked up.
As soon as we were in the water, Willow headed down and we followed. It was easy to see her camel toe in the suit from the rear and her muscled naked glutes beckoned us to follow. Chidobe made no attempt to lead.
We spent half an hour on that reef seeing many schools of beautiful fish, and we even saw one 6-foot shark cruise at us. Chidobe gallantly swam between the shark and my bride, and her breasts hugged his back in appreciation as it passed within just a couple feet.
He stayed busy with his expensive underwater camera, and after using it on fish (and the shark) for so long, he pointed it at Willow. She took her mouthpiece out and smiled as he took a couple of my bride and then gestured that he'd like to take one of Willow and I together. After two snaps, he handed me the camera and swam next to Willow. I took a couple of them while they both had their mouthpieces out and he had his arm around her waist pulling her breast tight against him.
As soon as I returned his camera, he pointed up and we followed Willow. He jumped the line in front of me and he was just inches behind my wife's exposed ass climbing up the ladder. There was even more contact as he ‘helped' Willow out of her gear.
At his request, she stayed topless and sat next to him. He stayed in his Speedo while I sat on her other side. My eyes were glued and I watched each of them touch arms and hands and thighs while they talked. I found myself growing and it got worse when I noticed the state of Willow's proud nubs.
Her engorged nipples were clear indicators that she was enjoying his interest. I watched his eyes, and while he made eye contact with my bride often, he probably talked to her breasts even more. He did more than occasionally glance between her legs as well, so his interest was obvious.
He was funny, educated, athletic, handsome, and interested in everything about my wife, and it wasn't long before I was no longer a participant in the conversation.
They talked non-stop, including a few of his whispers from up close in Willow's ear, until we got back to the ship, where his boldness resurfaced.
Everybody stood to begin our transfer back to the ship, and they stood together before he squeezed her tightly against him in a ‘goodbye' hug. Their chests were skin to skin and their hug was considerably longer than what was Emily Post proper. He looked over her shoulder at me during their entire hug, but my eyes couldn't return his gaze. They were fascinated by the difference in skin color as her white naked breasts flattened against his broad, hairless black chest.
"I enjoyed meeting you Willow. I hope we can talk some more."
I answered for her, "Why don't you exchange numbers?"
Willow's eyebrows raised when she looked at me, but then there was eye contact between her and Chidobe while they exchanged phones and typed in their phone numbers.
Everybody else had departed the transfer boat, and as soon as they each returned their phones, I handed Willow her top. Before she had it in her grasp, Chidobe reached to take it from both of us.
"Let me help you with that."
He used the bra cups to seat her breasts inside them before he fastened it in the back, but then he reached around and slid his hands underneath those same cups.
He looked at me, "I need to make sure they aren't pinched."
While he said it, that was exactly what he did to them. Before he was done ‘helping' her, he helped himself to a prolonged serving of handfuls of breasts, and I neither said nor did anything about it. Neither did Willow.
As soon as we were back in our room, I kissed her and pulled her tight. She said, "I'm sorry we ignored you Jake."
"You really like him, don't you?"
"He was nice."
"More than nice."
"He's very handsome."
"He loved watching you."
"He was obvious."
"You loved it."
"I saw him yesterday. He really watched then too."
"I wondered if you noticed. I saw him too. I didn't know he was on the cruise." I used both hands to pull her ass tight against me.
She stopped to really look before she observed, "You're really hard honey."
"You really connected with him Willow."
"You're not upset?"
"You can feel it."
"You like knowing he wants me."
"Did you see how big he is?"
"He's a big man. Strong too."
"That's not what I meant."
"Yes, of course I saw it."
"And ...?"
"It was growing. I thought it might come out of his suit. I could feel it when he hugged me."
"Do you think he knew you were turned on?"
"He saw my nipples Jake. What do you think?"
"He knew. They were hard and he couldn't take his eyes away from them."
"That kept them hard."
"That wasn't the only thing. He touched your breasts."
"More than once."
"The last time, when he fastened your top, he was obvious."
"You didn't say anything."
"Neither did you. You liked it."
"I was surprised."
"But you liked it."
"Mmmm hmmm. I was already turned on."
"You liked feeling his dark skin against you."
"He hugged me ... too long honey."
"You liked it."
"Mmmm hmmm."
"You liked being with him when you were both almost naked."
"Mmmm, I was so wet."
"I could smell it."
"Do you think he could?"
"Of course. You should see him again."
"Only if you're with me."
"No. Alone."
"You want me to be alone with him Jake?"
"Yes."
"We need to talk."
The Willow Line wasn't just for Willow. How far would I let her go before her line was beyond the Jake Line? So far, neither of us had found it.
She slid my trunks down and off and had me lay on the bed. Her eyes were locked on mine, and she held my throb in her hands while she licked it from bottom to top. After lapping the leakage from the tip, she led me down a different bridal path.
Her tongue traveled the length of my indicator before she raised her head to look in my eyes, "I just plighted my troth to you."
"And I to you."
She engulfed me in her mouth and pushed me into her throat. My ass lifted and my hands grabbed the bedspread, hoping for more from her mouth. It arrived in the form of words.
"I just promised to love you ‘til death do us part."
"As did I."
Back inside, this time with suction and motion, and two full strokes before she again lifted her head to look at me.
"I just promised to love and cherish you every day of my life."
"And I you."
She knew where to take me, and I was getting close. She stopped slurping to look in my eyes.
"In sickness and in health."
"Mmm hmm."
"For better or worse."
"So did I."
I wasn't sure where our conversation was going, but I knew what my goal was otherwise, and my beautiful wife bobbed for a few more apples (in sauce form) before stopping and again looking me in the eye.
"And I promised to love, honor, and ... obey."
And then I got it. I understood what this was about.
"You did ... this will be your first real test."
I started the exam by standing to help her out of her sexy new suit. My god she's beautiful. She pushed me down and I was on my back when I watched her straddle me and sink down.
"Jake Akston Ingram, I love you ... uunnnhhh ... and we are on our honeymoon. Do you ... really want Chidobe ... oohhh honey ... to be with your lawfully wedded wife ... uuhhh ... without you?"
"I do."
"Do you know how dangerous ... uuhh ... that is to leave your wife ... aahh ... alone with Chidobe?"
"I do."
"Do you know Chidobe ... oohhh honey ... he might kiss your wife if you leave her ... mmm ... alone with him?"
"I do."
"Do you know he almost kissed your wife ... oohh honey ... and ... she wanted him to."
I locked eyes with her, "I do."
"Do you know Chidobe ... mmm ... might touch your wife if you leave her alone ... mmmm ... with him?"
"I do."
"Did you see him ... ooohhh Jake ... Chidobe touched your wife's breasts. Do you want him to do that again?"
"I do."
"I do too honey ... he whispered he was going to do it again ... mmm ... on our ride back ... uuuhhh ... do you want him to do even more?"
"I do."
"You want Chidobe ... to touch your wife everywhere?"
"I do."
"You want Chidobe to touch your ... ooohh god honey ... you want him to touch your wife while she's naked?"
"I do."
"He was almost naked too. Your wife and Chidobe each only had on one little thing. Do you want us both to be naked?"
"I do."
"He touched my breasts honey. Do you want ... oohhh god ... Chidobe to touch your wife's ... mmm ... vagina too?"
"I do."
It was like wedding vows all over, but the subject was not one that would arise in any church. It didn't matter, I was teetering, and my ‘I do's' revealed my deepest, darkest fantasy. She wasn't just along to obey my wish, and her own libido flourished.
"Jake, do you want your wife ... mmmmm ... to touch Chidobe's big thing?"
"I do."
She hesitated, "Do you want Chidobe to be naked with your naked wife ... oohhh honey ... when she touches his ... his big, hard ... thing?"
"I do."
"You know what the stereotype is for black men is don't you."
"I do."
"They're big ... and dominant ... you want me to let him ... ... ?"
She moved aways from the third person ‘your wife' to first person ‘me'. That switch was telling.
She needed to finish her thought, "I do ... do what Willow?"
"You want me to ... ooohhh ... let him do whatever he wants to me?"
"I do."
"You want me to let him to put his big hard thing ... uuuhhh ... in my mouth?"
"I do."
She looked, really looked, before the big one.
"Jake Ingram, do you want me to let Chidobe put his big, hard, black ... thing where yours is right now ... but deeper ... inside me?"
That was it. "Uunnnggghhh ... I do."
The actual motion during our coupling had been minimal, mainly by her just squeezing my ‘thing' while it remained fully seated, but the thoughts did it for me. It was exquisite, and the pleasure spikes rolled on and on. I filled her womb with the swimmers we were both hoping would impregnate her on our honeymoon.
That minimal motion meant that she didn't cross the ultimate pleasure threshold, but she was fully wound. I basked and she hunched, hoping to get there on my rapidly shrinking helper. She was still unsatisfied, and after a minute or so, there was a question posed by her raised eyebrows. She was still unsure, since I was in a state of lust when she grilled me, so she finally asked one more question.
"Jake Ingram, do you promise to still love and honor me, your lawfully wedded wife, if I obey your last desire?"
"I do, and I also promise to remain faithful to you, my lawfully wedded wife."
"That doesn't sound fair, but I'm glad. I don't like to think of you with another woman."
"Do you, Willow Blossom Ingram, still promise to obey your lawfully wedded husband's command?"
"I do. I vowed that."
I held her hands and looked into her eyes, "My command is for my lawfully wedded wife to let Chidobe do to her what we just did. Do you agree to obey my command?"
She held my eyes and smiled, "I do."
She was still very aroused, still searching for that bridge that took her into conjugal bliss, and that edge made her more willing to obey. Hell, it was easy to see that her own desires matched mine perfectly.
"Let's talk about how to do it."
We decided that she couldn't just knock on his door and say, "Will you fuck me", although that probably would have worked. We both wanted it to be more so we decided she had to meet him somewhere, and that somewhere should include a romantic atmosphere. When she mentioned that he said he loved to dance, that opened the curtain and the play began.
My gorgeous bride needed reassurance, "Jake, do you really want your lawfully wedded wife to go on a public date with a different man on her honeymoon?"
"I do."
"And you're okay with him being a black man?"
"More than okay."
"Other people will see me with a man who isn't my husband."
"They will."
"Those people might know he's not my husband."
"Anybody who looks will know you're married but not to him. I want you to wear your wedding ring and he won't have one."
"They will think I'm cheating."
"Most of them will. They'll see a married woman with an unmarried man."
"You're ok with them seeing your brand-new wife with an unmarried man?"
"I am. They will see a beautiful, young white wife with a handsome, unmarried, black man and know what he is going to do with you later. Don't you want that too?"
"Mmmm they will think I'm a bad girl."
I could see the thought thrilled her. She'd mentioned many times that the bad girls had all the fun and she wished she could let go just once like they did.
"They will. They won't know who you're married to, but they will know you're being unfaithful, a really bad girl."
"You want them to know that?"
"I do. I think you want it too."
"What if somebody we know sees us?"
"If it happens, I'll tell them that I knew."
"And you know how it will end?"
"I do."
I took her phone and she watched what I typed.
‘Hello Chidobe, I really enjoyed meeting and talking with you today. My husband is tired and he said he would appreciate it if you would take me out dancing tonight.'
I asked, "Should I hit send?"
Her answer wasn't an answer, it was more grilling.
"You're sure you know what this means?"
"I do."
"You want your wife to be his date?"
"I do."
"He'll want to take me to his room. You want him to take your wife back to his room?"
"I do."
"You want him to do to your wife what we just did? On our honeymoon?"
"What did we just do, Willow?"
"We made love, Jake."
"No, love is too complex. What we did is raw, more basic. What did we do, Willow. Say it."
"We ... we ... romped ... but I can't say the other, Jake."
"What were you thinking about while we romped?"
"I'm sorry honey. I was thinking about him."
"Thinking about him doing what?"
"What we did ... about him doing it with your wife."
"Not ‘doing it'. I want him to fuck my wife."
That word usually brought her wrath, but this time she really looked, deeply looked, before whispering, "She wants that too."
"Push send then."
She did, and his answer came within a minute.
‘I was hoping he'd be tired. Tell Jake we'll be very late.'
He was being presumptuous but correct. He knew what she was offering and he probably knew that I was a part of the offer. I'd told her several times during the almost two years we dated, that if she was ever tempted, I would be okay with it. She was young and beautiful, and guys did try all the time.
I'd told her many times that she had a pass and that I didn't expect her to always be able to resist, especially since she was so passionate and loved ‘doing it' so much. There was also an element of fairness. I'd been with many, many playmates, and I was only her third. Truth be told, I'd wanted her to use that pass and the idea struck deep into my libido. I wanted to hear about it and finally she was ready to redeem the pass I'd been offering for so long.
They had several back-and-forth texts and I helped with her flirtatious replies. The final exchange came at dinner when he specified the meeting place. They were going to meet in the same dance venue Willow and I had danced and gotten drunk at the night before. She still hadn't peaked from our afternoon dalliance, and her edge was magnified by his texts and my encouragement.
One of my encouragements was for her to dress sexy, and I helped her select the bra and thong set she'd bought for only me to see. They were new, black, sheer, and lacy and I hadn't seen her wear them yet.
She smiled and guessed about my fantasy, "Would you be too upset if Chidobe was the first to see me wear them?"
They were sheer and skimpy, made to entice, and I was dying to see them on her, but she'd made a real insightful guess, so I tested her promise to obey again.
"You have to promise that he'll see you in them then."
She did as she smiled and entered the bathroom carrying those enticements and the dress I'd picked for her to wear for her date. She came out thirty minutes later looking like a movie star. Her hair was up, her face was made-up, and she was fully dressed.
Fully dressed meant her erogenous zones were covered, but not much else. The part of her outfit covering the critical areas was her sexiest dress, a tight micro-mini, black, low-cut temptation that would leave little doubt in his mind, or anybody else's, as to the outcome. I'd given it as a birthday present, but she'd never worn it. When I took her birthday present off the hanger and held it up, her initial refusal wasn't even half-hearted. She also wore her 3" black spike stilettos.
I amped her arousal, "That is gorgeous and so revealing. Chidobe will be all over you. Let me smell."
It was her most expensive perfume and it was almost able to hide the smell of her arousal. I led her to the suite door and gave her a kiss. I looked into her eyes and saw eagerness and the continuance of the arousal started hours ago. I gave her one last directive.
"So beautiful and so sexy. Don't hold back. Use your pass. Let yourself go. Be a bad girl."
She didn't answer, but her sexy smile back at me on the way down the hall reflected her eager desire to do just that. It was nearly 8:30 PM when I watched my bride walk down the corridor toward the dance venue where she was going to meet and date a different man than her brand-new husband while she was still on her honeymoon.
We were both convinced that her date would also be her first extramarital affair. I doubted if there were many honeymoons that would include such a precocious adultery, especially an interracial one by the bride with her groom's encouragement and assistance. I hadn't mentioned anything about birth control and she'd been off the pill for most of a month.
As I watched her ass sway as she walked away, I thought she had never looked sexier.
I asked her to text me when she could to keep me apprised, but I'd been disappointed until just after 10:30 when I got my first one.
‘No bra. He's been touching. Good kisser.'
I wanted more.
‘Where are you?'
‘Not there anymore. Kicked out.'
What had I done? Would she leave me for him? He was a stud - young, confident, handsome, strong, bold, big, and hungry. My jealousy flag rose to the top of the pole, and my deepest, darkest fantasy receded because of it.
I couldn't just sit in our suite, so I went to the cigar lounge to have a Corona and a Cohiba. I fidgeted and couldn't keep my mind off of what was happening. After just a quick gulp-down of the beer and a few puffs, I gave up and went to the casino. It was just as bad, but I downed two more beers before she finally sent a new text around 11:15 while I was there.
‘William and Joey are here. No panties. His fingers are in me.'
‘Are you letting him see what you're typing?'
‘He's telling me what to type.'
I was thinking about my reply when another text arrived.
‘He says to tell you my cunt is wet and ready, that he likes how I unzipped him and started stroking his big cock, and that he's going to fuck me real soon.'
I'd never been able to get her to say anything profane, and now, within less than three hours, she was saying fuck, cock and cunt for him. They were arguably the three most vulgar words, at least sexually, so she didn't just dip her toe in to the large pool of sexual profanity. She dove in from the ten meter tower.
I hated myself.
‘Where are you?'
No answer this time. I think she was afraid I might try to take her away if I found them. She was right. I decided that letting Willow switch lovers was a really bad idea.
I folded my poker hand and went looking for her, in all the other dance venues first and then finally in the one they agreed to meet. Our waitress from the night before saw me.
"Your wife and her friend had to leave about an hour ago. The manager told them that he couldn't allow what they were doing."
She didn't know where they were going, but they weren't in any of the places I checked so they weren't dancing. I probably knew where they were, but I didn't. I didn't know where his room was, and even if I went to the concierge to find it, I didn't believe he would give her back.
I went back to our suite, constantly berating myself for being so stupid as I switched to wine. It was 1:30 and a full bottle downed when I got another text.
‘Coming back.'
I heard noises in the corridor, but I didn't know it was them until I heard a quick two-rap knock on the door. I went to the peephole and looked, but before I opened the door I saw them kissing. He was shirtless in shorts and she had her birthday-gift dress on. When they stopped, I saw them talking and heard voices but the door made the sounds unintelligible.
I saw her look at him and shake her head no, but he said something else and she nodded. She turned so he could unzip her, and then she stood against the wall facing me, directly opposite the peephole, and slid her shoulder straps sideways. The top of her dress fell to her waist. He whispered again, and she shimmied as she let the dress fall to the floor.
She was wearing the black, lacy, sheer bra and thong panty set, and I saw her in them for the first time. They looked great on her, and so sexy. I couldn't understand his words through the door, but I could hear his voice and she was soon posing. The words I couldn't understand were moving and turning her, and his camera phone was flashing frequently.
His date was essentially naked because her lingerie was so see-through sheer, but he must have told her to take them off too. She did as I saw the camera's flash several times, but then he put it in his pocket and started to kiss my wife again while she was wearing only her birthday suit.
The color contrast between his dark skin and her light skin was marked, and he turned so I could see her breasts squash against his chest. He continued to kiss as I watched his hands grope my bride's breasts and then saw him insert two fingers inside my favorite piece of real estate in the world.
His kiss-grope only lasted for a minute or so, and then he pulled back so I had the complete picture of a turned-on Willow. Then I heard his voice, and it was just a second or two before I understood what he said despite not being able to understand his words through the door.
Willow dropped to her knees and unbuckled his belt, unzipped, and lowered his shorts to the floor. His pointer was directed at my wife, and it was long, fat, and rampant. And there was no hair around it. He spoke again, and her mouth responded by encircling the head and bobbing.
For the four or five cycles of bob, Chidobe's eyes were directed at the peephole. This was not a blow job given for his pleasure, her pleasure, or my pleasure. This was a blow job intended to intimidate, and when it had done its job, he held her ears and pulled back.
His words induced Willow to raise his shorts and refasten him, but then his intimidation continued. As I watched my beautiful naked wife respond to more of his words, she picked up and passed all her clothes and her purse to Chidobe.
He moved directly in front of the peephole before he knocked on the door. He left his face right in front of the peephole and waited. I did too, for about fifteen seconds, and then opened the door. He handed me her clothes and purse before turning to kiss Willow right in front of me. He inserted two fingers again, and backed so I could see them. Willow looked at me and moaned.
He finally turned back toward me, "You are a lucky man Jake. Your wife is beautiful and very passionate. I want her again."
I just nodded and then watched him head back down the corridor.
She was naked in the hall, and the tears poured out as she sobbed, "I'm sorry honey. So sorry."
I helped her into the room. She sobbed in my arms and then I held her without saying anything for at least thirty seconds, trying to absorb her sorrow and pain. The only way to absolve it was to remove her guilt.
I tried, "Whatever it is, it's ok."
"Are ... are you terribly mad?"
"Did you do what I asked you to do?"
"I drank too much Jake ..."
I was in the same state, "So you did?"
"Yes ... more than that."
"I want to hear it."
It was only seconds later when it finally dawned on her. I'd been holding her tight against it since she fell into my arms, but my arousal eventually seeped through her guilt.
"You're hard honey." She caught on, "From watching us?"
"Yes."
"He thought you would be. That's why he made me show you."
"You liked it."
"He's so bold Jake."
"You liked doing what he told you to do."
"I would have never done it if he hadn't honey."
The sobbing was over and she was hunching against me. His corridor preconditioning made her quickly forget her guilt and sorrow.
I laid her down on the bed and the catechism resumed. My hands abetted her confession, and I took advantage of the aroused state her date's preconditioning induced.
I was still dressed and wanted to stay that way for a while. My brain wouldn't be in listening mode otherwise.
"Start when you first met him tonight."
"Oh Jake, he wore a suit and tie, very formal. He handed me a corsage and when he pinned it on ... mmm honey ... his fingers on one hand went inside my dress, touching my breast."
"Inside your bra?"
"Yes, his fingernails touched my nipple ... oohhh god Jake ... he felt it within seconds of meeting but it lasted longer than a few seconds."
It reminded me of his boldness feeling them on the scuba transfer boat. I used my own hands to pinch her nipples, one of which he'd touched to start their date, and both of which he'd touched to end it.
I reminisced, "I always wondered if that would work when I pinned on a corsage at prom. I was worried about jabbing her breast with the safety pin."
"I thought about both of those too, but my dad was always watching."
"So he was pretty classy. Very considerate with the corsage, but quickly letting you know what he wanted."
"I smiled at him when he pinched my nipple Jake ... mmmm yes... that feels good ... to let him know I wanted it too."
"That's why you went."
"It turned into more."
"He's an alpha. Dominant, bold, commanding. Is that it?"
"I liked it honey. We danced several dances ... keep touching ... like he did ... before anything else happened."
"Is he a good dancer?"
"The best I've ever danced with."
"What happened next?"
"He kissed me in our booth."
"You said he's a good kisser."
"He is Jake ... so good ... not sloppy but wet ... oohh god ... then he kissed me while we were slow dancing."
"People watched."
"A lot of them did."
"Anything but kissing?"
"Yes honey ... he was hard and ... oohh ... pulling me tight ... his hands ... uuhh ... on my bottom."
"Your thong ... his hands were on your naked ass?"
"Not under my dress ... but uunnhh ... it felt like it ... mmmm ... and he was so hard."
"And ... ."
"Mmm ... he unzipped my dress ... uuhhh ... down to my thong ... oohhh Jake ... his hand was on my skin in back ... all over it ... mmm ... unzipped all night."
"You fought shoulder straps?"
"Not much ... oohh honey ... when he moved them away, I let him."
"He touched your breasts while you danced?"
"Yes ... oohh yes ... he held my hand and moved our hands between us ... he squeezed my breast ... uuhhh ... felt so good."
"You texted that your bra was off."
"That happened later ... mmm ... just before my first text."
"You took it off in the bathroom?"
She averted her eyes, "No ... oohhh honey ... I'm sorry ... on the dance floor ... I'm so sorry honey."
"At his request?"
"Mm hmm ... more like an order ... oohhh ... after he unhooked it."
"On the dance floor?"
"Yes ... I snaked it out ... mmm ... I finished that dance with my bra in my hand."
"So everybody knew you were braless?"
"How could they not?"
"What did he say?"
"He said I have ... oohh honey ... I liked it ... he likes my breasts ... said it was a shame to cover ... oohhh keep feeling them Jake ...such beauty."
"He's right honey. Did anybody say anything about you being bad?"
"Our waitress was the same one we had last night Jake. She asked where my husband was."
"And?"
"Chidobe said you were tired and that he was taking your place."
"Did she see him take my place touching you?"
"Yes ... he was feeling them under my dress while she talked to us in our booth ... he left my bra on the table."
"I talked to her when I went looking for you."
"She already thought I was cheating."
"She thinks you are a really bad girl."
"Mmmm ... really bad ... she saw the manager kick us out ... Chidobe was lowering my dress on the dance floor ... oohhh honey ... people knew it ... when the manager ... mmmm ... said we couldn't do that there."
"So you moved to another place?"
"Yeah ... that was my first text to you."
"So you still danced?"
"We did but ... it was all hip hop ... not as romantic."
"He still felt them?"
"A lot ... uuhhh ... in the booth we found ... and some while dancing."
"Other people saw?"
"I liked it ... oohh honey ... he liked letting other people see them ... mmm ... I was being bad ... that's when we saw Joey and William."
"They saw him feel your naked breasts?"
"They did."
"Your ass?"
"He did that all night ... mmm ... ."
"Anywhere else?"
"Not until ... oohh honey ... I was so ready ... just before I texted you about my panties."
"Did you take them off in the bathroom?"
"No, he took them off ... oohh god ... in the booth."
"People watched that too?"
"Some of them ... I smiled at a couple who watched ... uunnngg ... he left them on the table."
"You liked letting them know."
"I did ... I liked it in public Jake ... oohhh god ... you told me to let go ... mmm ... I was bad, like you said."
"You were a bad girl. You let them see him finger you?"
"They knew he was ... uuhhh ... in the booth."
"Did you touch him?"
"Mmmm ... he pulled my bottom against it ... when we started kissing ... ooohhh honey ... but later ... in the booth."
"Unzipped?"
"Mmm ... it's really big Jake ... ooohh really big ... and so hard."
"I saw it in the hall."
"He made me do that."
"You loved it."
"Mmmm ... I was bad."
"He was shaved."
"The only place he doesn't shave is under his arms."
"Did he say why?"
"He competes in bodybuilding."
"I should have guessed."
"I like his smooth skin."
"Did he finger you on the dance floor?"
"Ooohh honey ... hardly at all ... the other manager said we had to leave there too."
"You said William and Joey were there. Did they see all this too?"
"Only two booths away Jake ... you said ... mmm ,,. let go, so I did."
"I'll have to explain it to them tomorrow."
"Thanks. I'm sure they thought I was cheating."
"I'm not sure you don't want them to think that, but I want them to know that I knew. That I suggested it."
"You want them to know that you wanted your wife to let another man do it with her? On your honeymoon?"
"We'll never see them after this trip, but even if we weren't I would tell them the truth. What will you say?"
"I'll say I was bad ... and loved it."
"You texted that he was fingering your cunt and that you were stroking his cock. You've never used those words before."
"I didn't then. He did."
"He was using your phone?"
"Mmmm ... just like you did."
"You let him use the dirty words?"
She looked embarrassed, "I don't hate them as much honey."
"Because of Chidobe?"
"They seemed to match ... oohh ... what I was doing." She paused, but then, "I liked hearing them too. Bad words for a bad girl."
"So he talked about his big cock fucking your wet cunt. You liked it when he used those words?"
"Those and more honey ... I was being nasty ... uummm ... and the bad words fit my bad behavior ... I did like them Jake."
The fact that his use of raw language turned her on triggered my twitch. My hands had been busy doing what her date's hands had done just minutes before, but I was ready to do what her date had done just before that.
I stripped myself, rolled on top, and inserted the stalk that was being fertilized with Miracle-Gro Confession. I could hardly feel the welcoming embrace of the reception receptacle that was usually tight, but that was just what I needed because I was already so twitchy. My stroke was slow and as deep as I can go.
"Say them to me too."
"I didn't say them to him ... uunngghh ... only listened ... they made it better."
"You left the bar with your dress unzipped and wearing no underwear. What happened next?"
"Ooohh god honey ... I can hardly feel you ... we walked outside ... mmmm ... he stopped to kiss and touch ... oohhh god ... once with my dress ... mmmm ... around my waist ... like a scrunched up belt."
"Anybody see?"
"Of course honey ... he made me hold it ... uuuhhh ... for two college boys."
"Did they say anything?"
"No, but they smiled back ... oohh god honey ... it was hot ... Chidobe made me smile at them while he talked to me about letting them see him finger me."
"Anybody else?"
"No, but they followed us ... and ... ooohh honey .... Chidobe stripped me in the corridor outside his room."
"They saw you naked?"
"Yes, he made me face them ... mmm I liked it Jake ... I smiled at them ... they took photos ... oohh honey ... I liked being bad ... you told me to let go, so I did."
It was the third time she reminded me of my last order before she walked down the hall on the way to her first extramarital date. Well, that was what I said, and apparently I married a girl who knows how to fully obey. She interpreted ‘let go' as sort of a Carte Blanche card, but my intent was that she would have some public restraint.
I liked her interpretation better than mine.
"You go into his cabin naked. What time was it?"
"Maybe 11:30 ... mmm Jake ... I was so ready honey... it was not too long after my text to you about no panties."
"You were in his room two hours?"
"Went by fast Jake."
"He's that good?"
She stopped and thought about what to say, then looked deeply into my eyes, "He's by far ... oohhh honey ... I'm sorry ... he's the best I've ever had Jake ...." She paused and thought, "It was better than ... ohhh god honey ... better than I ever imagined sex could be."
I almost lost it right then, and I moaned. She misinterpreted my groan. It wasn't a complaint, it was a throe.
"I'm sorry honey ... oohhh god ... I hurt your feelings ... I love you so much."
"That wasn't a sad groan hon, it was a good one. I'm happy for you ... uunnnggghhh ... tell me more."
I think she reevaluated her misinterpretation, "Chidobe feels ... so much better ... inside me ... than you do Jake."
I had to stop stroking because my dark fantasy was hearing exactly what it wanted.
"Why?"
"He's huge honey ... ooohhh ... I've never felt so full."
"You took it all?"
"Yes, eventually ... but it wasn't easy ... uuunnngg ... when it was finally all in ... oohhh god Jake ... I loved it ... not just long ... his ... thing ... is really thick ... and so hard."
"He touched places inside you that had never been touched."
"His ... thing ... definitely touched new places inside me Jake."
"He took your virginity in those places."
"I guess he did ... mmmm ... that's a ... sexy thought."
She had me teetering, and her description almost did it.
I was motionless, "What else?"
"He lasted a long time ... oohhh Jake ... so far ... inside my ... pussy."
That word was her outermost limit, and it had me hanging over the same outermost ledge, ready to tumble, "He finally came though?"
"Three times ... gentle when needed ... but he can really pound ... oohh Jake ... I loved all of it."
"And you came?"
"So hard honey ... mmm ... it was intense."
"He used protection, right?"
"Yes ... I made him ..."
"He didn't want to?"
"No he said he was ... oohhh god ... he was clean ... mmmm ... and it would feel better ... uuuhhh ... for both of us ... uuuhhh ... without a condom."
"It does. What did you say?"
"I told him ... uuhh ... he had to because I wasn't on the pill anymore."
"He knew you weren't protected?"
"Yes ... he asked why, and I told him I was trying to get pregnant."
"What did he say?"
"He said ... next time ... oohhh god honey ... he won't wear one."
"He said he wants you again. Should I order you to see him again?"
"If you do ... he won't ... oohhh honey ... he won't wear another condom."
The idea percolated. It was at first repulsive and unthinkable, but my dark fantasy was apparently deeper than imagined. He clearly had good genes but if his genes were implanted and merged with Willow's, there couldn't be any doubt that I wasn't the father. The danger was enticing.
"He would shoot farther up inside you."
"Much further."
"Closer to your egg."
I saw her evaluation look again and I think she might have seen guilt in my eyes.
"You're not going ... oohhh Jake ... you're not going to let him, right?"
"He'd have a better chance."
"Probably."
"He has great genes."
"You're thinking about it."
"Are you?"
She didn't answer, but locked eyes revealed what she wanted to say, so I prompted again.
"You are. You want him to try."
"Ooohh god ... honey ... I told him ... umm ... I said I'd ask."
It was as good as a yes, and the illicitness pushed me off the ledge. Just one full-length stroke did it, and my words as I fell caused her to tumble right next to me into that rhapsody of sexual bliss.
"Uuunnnggghhhh ... uunnggghh ... no ... protection ... uunnnggghhhhh ... next ... time."
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