The party was an evening of shocks, the men seemed happy to congregate together, playing childish games like 'Beer-pong' and 'Red, White, and Slap Cup' and the other woman shuffled around their handbags in some kind of lethargic dance. I was feeling totally out of my depth as I didn't want to drink alcohol and I didn't want to play childish games so I was on the outside edge of both groups at the party. I'd worked out which women were 'With' which of the men, either girlfriends, wives or, in the case of Jenifer Springer, she was our host, Mick's sister.

I'd noticed that there were various levels of gambling going on between the men, if someone lost a game he might pay a forfeit of some kind to the winner, Mad-Dog, real name never mentioned, won an arm wrestling competition, it was of little surprise to me, Jonathon was quite muscular, being a university jock and all but Mad-Dog's upper arm muscles were bigger than any of the other men's thigh muscles. Mad-Dog was the winner and Jason was the loser, Mad-Dog left the room in triumph and Jason went to his girlfriend, Emma-Lee, for a commiseration kiss and fumble for two minutes before he was dragged bodily away from her to take part in the next game.

I was really bored, I went into the kitchen, I was hoping to find some kind of non-alcoholic drink or something edible that came from one of the four main food groups other than deep-fried pigskin. I moved from the kitchen to the bathroom, I opened the bathroom door and just stood there in apoplectic shock, Mad-Dog was standing in front of the toilet bowl, his trousers and underpants around his ankles, he was rocking backwards and forwards, it took me a moment to spot knees on either side of his legs and realised that one of the women was sitting on the toilet seat.

Mad-Dog heard me gasp and he turned slightly and I saw Emma-Lee's face come into view, her mouth stretched almost to breaking point by Mad-Dog's cock as he rocked back and forth driving his cock into her mouth, "If you're desperate, Emma-Lee will move out of your way darling."

Mad-Dog speaking to me was enough to snap me out of my coma and I jumped backwards, closing the bathroom door on the illegal sex act going on in there. I ran across the hall and opened the door to the bedroom where my jacket had been dumped onto the bed, I almost ran into the backs of three of the guys who were standing across the foot of the bed, they were blocking my view of the bed and as the door opened I heard "See what you get Mick, if all you've got is a pair of jacks and you still raise the bid, you end up shagging your sister in front of the rest of the poker school!"

I was in a quandary, I didn't want to see what Mick was doing to his sister but I needed my jacket so I could go home in disgust. I looked around the wall of football players and saw the moment that Mick peeled his banana and rammed it in his sister and her arse was directly on top of my jacket just to add insult to injury.

I turned on my heels and headed for the door. I was stopped by one of Jonathon's friends, Tony Ferellie, who was carrying a fresh keg of beer into the apartment, "You can't go home yet, you'll make Jon look like a loser in every one's eyes, he's already taken a hit because he told everybody to keep their hands off of you and of course, the fact that he wasn't picked by any of the professional football teams, not even in the third round draughts."

Jonathon had been a quarterback for his college team, not 'THE' quarterback, the starting quarterback had been snapped up by an East Coast team on a million dollars a year retainer, even if he didn't play a game and bonuses of at least a quarter of a million dollars a game if he actually got to play pro ball.

"He's got to try and find a real job now and that was the last thing on his mind all the way through college, a real job and working for peanuts!"

Tony made me a cup of tea but only after he had swapped out the empty keg of beer for the fresh one he'd just picked up.

I stopped in the kitchen for most of the rest of the party, Jonathon's friends took turns fetching the beer and as they were collecting it they would chat to me, and as the guys won various different games they paired off with one of the seven women and disappeared into one of the two bedrooms or the bathroom to have sex. I never saw Jonathon go off with any of the other women but I saw every one of the twenty-nine other men go off with at least one woman or another, sometimes more than one other woman.

After Jonathon's graduation party I was careful what functions I went to with him, checking to make sure that they weren't planned as drunken orgies. I managed to keep my virginity intact until we married, not that I had to fight Jonathon off or anything, all we ever did was kiss and cuddle, it was his friends that I had to be careful of, they treated sex like 'Normal' people treated shaking hands and if one man's wife was wanted by another man in the group he seemed free to take her whenever he wanted too.

I was still a virgin at breakfast the day after our wedding, I blamed that on the fact that Jonathon got falling down drunk after our wedding ceremony and he had to be put to bed by his father, I didn't even see him getting undressed. Over the year that I'd known Jonathon, I'd actually seen the erect cocks of all of his regular group of friends, I'd seen them erect and I'd seen them performing various sexual acts in outrageous places but I'd never seen my own husband's cock, not flaccid or erect.

I woke up on the first morning as Mrs Victoria Hopkins-Holbeck and my husband was still in the exact same position that his father had left him in when he put him to bed the evening before. I just lay there quietly watching the bedding rise and fall as Jonathon breathed deeply in his drunken sleep. I saw a disappointingly small bump in the sheet above where my husband's 'Wedding Tackle' lived and at nine o'clock I saw that bump twitch, the first part of Jonathon's body to wake up seemed to be his genitals.

I giggled as I watched the lump grow and Jonathon opened his eyes, he groaned and then took a second look at me, "Hey Mrs Holbeck, you look gorgeous in that sexy nighty!"

"Mrs Hopkins-Holbeck, My maid of honour bought me the nighty as a part of my wedding present, she said that it would help to start your engine...didn't really work though, did it?"

"Sorry about that baby but it was as much your father's fault as my friends, he was forcing drinks on me all afternoon!"

As we were in our local hotel, we could have popped home for breakfast, our new apartment had been available for us from yesterday, it was in the same 'Brown Stone' building as his friend Mick Springer lived in. The reason we were staying the night in our hotel was because of my elderly aunty, the one who had been responsible for my invitation to the debutante's ball, when Jonathon and I were looking for a venue to get married, she had approached the owner of Lake View Hotel, when Aunt Elizabeth was born, Lake View Hotel had been our family home but back then it had been called Hopkins Plantation, that name still formed a scar in the facade above the main entrance.

The hotel manager had been so eager to have a Hopkins' family wedding back in our old ancestral home that we'd been given a huge discount on the function room hire and the food for our reception. Our bedroom for the night had been included free of charge as a wedding present from the hotel manager.

"If we have a quick shower we can still make breakfast in the dining room."

I caught my breath in my throat, what was the protocol, I had no idea! We were married now but we still hadn't seen each other naked, we hadn't shared a bathroom together, was I supposed to lock the bathroom door while I was in there...if I had my lap top I could google my problem, see what the internet sages said on the matter of newlyweds.

Jon slipped out of bed, he had been dressed in a t-shirt and pyjama bottoms by his father, he still had his underpants on under his pyjama bottoms and as Jon walked from the bed to the bathroom he was untying the chord holding his pyjama bottoms up, he'd stepped out of them before the bathroom door and left them lying on the bedroom floor. I followed his progress with my eyes, he still had his morning glory but as he stood in front of the toilet and dropped his underpants I was hit by a wave of disappointment, his pecker was the smallest I'd seen amongst all of his friends.

I watched in mild amusement as my new husband peed, I was worrying about whether I should lock the bathroom door or not when I was in there and here he was, pissing a waterfall...pissfall...into the toilet bowl with the door wide open. He finished his piss and as he'd been peeing, his erection had shrunk down and disappeared from view behind his pubic hair, fully erect I'd guess he wasn't even close to five inches long, I remembered back to seeing Emma-Lee sucking Mad-Dog's cock, her mouth was being stretched to breaking point by Mad-Dog's cock, I'd already worked out that Mad-Dog had the longest and fattest cock of all of Jonathon's friends and now that I'd finally seen Jon's cock erect in the flesh, Jon definitely had the smallest and thinnest of the thirty cocks I'd seen over the past year.

He shook the last drips from his cock and pulled his t-shirt off over his head, he threw his t-shirt on top of his pyjama bottoms on the floor of the bedroom and then he turned to face me. I knew that he had a great body even though I'd only ever seen him clothed before. I took him in quickly, my heart was beating at around a thousand beats per second as I looked my new husband over as he threw his shirt on the floor, he had size eight feet and as I looked at his shock of black pubic hair totally hiding his penis that old wives tail came to mind, 'Big feet, big cock!' and again Mad-Dog came to mind, he only ever wore motorcycle boots but from memory, he wouldn't sink if he walked over a swamp as his feet were size twelve or thirteen. Jonathon had slender ankles which looked out of proportion against his massive calf muscles, his knees were a little ragged from old football injuries and his thigh muscles were disproportionately large for his body size too. His hips were very small as was his waist but from there, his upper body was roughly triangular, very large pectoral muscles and very prominent nipples. He was turning now, turning to face the shower, massively rounded shoulders and huge biceps but slender wrists and delicate hands.

He opened the shower door, reached in and turned the water on but he didn't step in, he looked over his shoulder and fixed his eyes on mine, "You coming or what? You don't want to miss the breakfast here, I've been in loads of times just for their breakfast, be a shame to miss it especially as it's free!"

I rolled out of bed, the nighty my maid of honour had given me was far sexier than anything I'd ever worn in my life to that date, I'd left my bra off but not my knickers. I swallowed hard as I walked towards the bathroom and my husband who had just stepped into the torrent of warm water falling from the shower head. Because I'd just got up I really needed a piddle of my own, I'd never toileted in front of anyone before but it did mean that Jon might just have finished his own shower before I needed to finally pluck up the courage and take my nighty off in front of him. I was wrong though, he was actually waiting for me in the shower.

Deep breath time, flush the toilet and hear my husband squeal like a girl as I robbed his cold water, broiling him momentarily. Band-Aid time, just peel it off as quickly as possible, that's the least painful way to do it. I was totally naked, my left arm across my breasts and my right hand covering my lower 'Powder-puff'. The shower screen opened and I was pulled under the water. A massive kiss and then Jonathon was rubbing soap all over my body, he formed a rich lather and began rubbing it into my pussy hair, "I'm really sorry that I got too drunk to...well, you know what we were supposed to do last night."

Jon seemed to be interested in making me extremely clean between my legs, rubbing the lather further around, under and between my legs. I had a sudden orgasm and he grinned at me, "I know that it isn't the same thing but I hope that will keep you happy until we reach our honeymoon hotel in Cape Cod!"

Jonathon turned his back on me, "Wash my back for me please darling!"

I was catatonic once again, no one had ever touched me there before, my sheltered upbringing really hadn't prepared me for married life, one minute my husband was washing my body and the next he was masturbating me under the falling water and now he had his back to me. I have to say that while he was rubbing between my legs I had expected his tree to grow again, well, bonsai perhaps rather than mighty oak but as he was massaging between my legs and fondling my breasts under the water I'd expected some growth down below but nothing, in his personal jungle, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

He looked over his shoulder, "Come on, wash my back for me please."

I jolted back into life, I picked up the bar of soap and rolled it in my hands to create a lather. I started at his neck and washed down over his shoulders and his ribs. I had to re-lather my hands about ten times by the time I reached the tops of his hips, "Is that far enough?"

"Well, no, don't do half a job!"

He parted his legs and thrust his bottom back slightly, he wriggled his hips as I rolled the bar of soap in my hands again. I started rubbing lather into his buttocks and as my hands closed in on the valley he opened his legs even wider so I soaped unto his crack and he pushed his bottom back against my hands. My fingertips touched the back of his balls and he rocked his hips forward a little so my fingertips were at that place in his body that I really didn't like the idea of touching, I didn't like touching that part of my own body with my fingers. 'Funny that...' I thought to myself, '...when I wipe my own bottom that unmentionable muscle feels like a tight rosebud even through toilet paper or a washcloth but on my new husband, it didn't even feel like it was closed off at all, my middle finger almost fell into his chasm.' I suddenly realised where my middle finger was and as Jon gave a little shudder, I yanked my hands away. I rolled the bar of soap in my hands again and washed down the backs of Jonathan's legs, all the way down to his feet.

Masturbating me to completion as he fondled my breasts hadn't caused an effect on my husband's pecker but as I started to wash the backs of his legs I noticed that he was fully erect. I half expected him to turn to face me and ask me to break the law on him...but he didn't. As soon as my hands reached his feet he left the shower, "You finish off and meet me down in the dining room, if I rush, I'll just get there in time to order us both a cooked breakfast before they close the kitchen."

Jonathon dried off very quickly, he dressed in blue jeans and a black t-shirt, I didn't see if he'd put underpants on as I was finishing washing my body as he was dressing but he wore leather penny loafers without socks on his feet.

I brushed conditioner through my long hair and wrapped it in a towelling turban. Did a quick, minimalist makeup job on my face and headed for the staircase. As I approached the stairs I could see down into the reception, two hotel staff were at the desk talking, I could just hear them from the first floor, "Did I see Johnny Holbeck in the dining room?"

"Yes, he spent the night here."

"Really, he usually just comes in to have breakfast with Bill Prentice once a week, but Bill's away in Colorado this week."

"He's not here to see Bill Prentice and have breakfast, he had his wedding here yesterday and Bill gave him the Presidential Suite for the night as his wedding present."

"Did he marry a woman?"

"Yes, of course he did, this is Mississippi, not California."

"I'm surprised, I always thought that Johnny played Martha to Bill's Arthur...I wonder if his bride can sit down this morning, I can't imagine Johnny doing it conventionally..."

The conversation was stopped short when the receptionist saw me starting down the stairs, "Good morning Mrs Holbeck, is there anything I can do for you?"

"Mrs Hopkins-Holbeck...and thank you but I don't need anything at the moment, my husband has hopefully managed to order breakfast for us in time before the kitchen closed."

"They would have opened the kitchen again if it had closed, Mr Prentice gave orders before he left on Friday that we had to bend over backwards to keep you both happy during your stay."

I caught a glimpse of the chambermaid chuckling and as I walked through the dining room doors I heard a whispered, "Us bending over backwards for Johnny Holbeck makes a change from Johnny bending forwards for Bill Prentice I guess!"

Johnny had ordered two massive cooked breakfasts that arrived just as I reached our table, we were the only people in the dining room at that time of the morning so I felt incredibly guilty about keeping so many staff at work in the dining room and kitchens while we ate and I only managed half my meal before giving up.

We packed up our hotel room, took our overnight bags to our apartment and picked up our holiday clothes. I'd packed long skirts and dresses, long sleeved blouses and cardigans, at this time of the year, Boston and Cape Cod would be quite cool, not cold but certainly not a sunbathing resort. I hadn't even bothered packing a swimming costume because it would have been far too cold to swim outside and the Bay View Hotel in Cape Cod didn't have an indoor swimming pool.

We arrived at Hattiesburg's Bobby Chain Municipal Airport at eleven thirty for the twelve-thirty flight to Boston, as I dragged my trundle case through the doorway into the departures lounge I scanned the information board, I was looking for the code 'BOS' for Logan International Airport in Boston but the only BOS flight wasn't until seven o'clock in the evening.

I patted Jonathon's arm, "We've missed the flight to Logan!"

Jonathon waved the tickets in front of my face, the destination codes on the tickets weren’t BOS, it was ACA routing via CRP, it took me a while to realise that instead of flying fifteen hundred miles North East to Boston Massachusetts, we were going to be flying South West to Acapulco via Corpus Christi in Texas. The exact same distance away from Hattiesburg but to sunny Mexico, rather than the much cooler North Eastern in Massachusetts.

When we reached Acapulco, our hotel was on Avenida Costera Miguel Aleman, the Hotel Vista a la Bahia or Bay View Hotel in English. Our hotel room had a view of the old fort that overlooked and protected the sheltered harbour of old Acapulco, we could also see the modern port, see the cruise ships disgorging their passengers for a five hour glimpse of Mexico's premier playground.

We arrived at six o'clock in the evening, we ate dinner in the hotel restaurant, typical Mexican food, very spicy, very filling. After dinner Jonathon wanted to go to one of the two hundred casinos' in the city. Jon had brought seven hundred dollars that was banded in one hundred dollar bundles, small bills, one's, five's and ten's. I have to say that I was worried about the gambling, one of the many things I'd never seen Jonathon do before, I was beginning to realise how little I really knew about the man I'd married thirty hours earlier.

A friendly taxi driver took us to a casino that had a nightclub on the upper floor so Jonathon could do a little gambling and then we could do a little dancing. I stood next to Jon as he handed over a ten dollar bill to the casher and she passed him back almost two hundred pesos. I followed him around as he played on one machine, then he had a few games of poker, he put a few bets on the roulette table. After two hours we went to look around the night club area, got two drinks for the price of one and sat at a table, he counted his pesos, he had won a little and lost a little, as he counted his Mexican cash he still had ninety pesos left and he was perfectly happy, he'd had his little gamble, a little drink and it had actually cost him around ten dollars.

We danced for an hour and then had another two hours in the gambling hall, in all, Jonathon had played on the various tables for four hours and had lost the grand total of twenty dollars so he was taking eighty dollars of his nightly allowance back to the hotel at three o'clock in the morning. We didn't make it to bed when we arrived back at the hotel though, there was a cantina between the port and our hotel and we ended up in there for a nightcap before finally going to bed at four o'clock in the morning.

I got ready for bed in the bathroom and by the time I had my nighty on and climbed into bed, Jonathon was already asleep. So I ended my second night as a married woman still a virgin!

We missed breakfast, we didn't wake up until ten o'clock in the morning and we only woke then because the chambermaid came into our room to clean it and make our bed. We weren't in the kind of hotel where people usually went for their honeymoon, most of the people in the hotel were business men or crew, waiting for their ship to come into the docks but it was clean and well maintained and the menu in the restaurant was simple and cheap.

We showered together again and again, as Jonathon was washing me he fondled with my breasts as he masturbated me. If I were being totally honest, I would have preferred it if, instead of playing with me in the shower, he'd taken my virginity and got that little problem out of the way once and for all. Jonathon spent twice as long masturbating me this time than he had done yesterday, giving me so much pleasure that I almost passed out from lack of oxygen.

Once I got the use of my body back after Jon robbed my breath I was starting to wash his back the way I had done the day before and as I worked my way down his back towards his bottom, remembering how he had expected me to wash between his legs, that thought distracted me until he whispered, his voice thick with sexual tension, "Would you like to help me get off the way I've just helped you?"

Well, I'd never contemplated masturbating a man before but Jonathon had done it to me twice already and he was my husband after all so I asked him what he wanted me to do, "While you're washing between my legs with your left hand, just reach around my hip..." he took my hand, pulled it around his body and placed it on his flaccid cock. As my left hand went between his legs from behind, his cock suddenly woke up and sprang to attention in my right palm. After Jon guided me what to do for him he placed his hands against the wall of the shower cubicle and as I rubbed his cock the way he'd shown me and continued to rub soap suds up between his legs he started to rock his hips back and forth, bumping his right buttock against my belly and because he was moving about so much my fingertip kept pressing up into his bottom hole.

He groaned and his body jerked, there was a jet of milk from his penis that hit the wall of the shower cubicle, just the one jet and his hands were covering my right hand, stopping me rubbing his cock any more.

I dressed in my lightest clothes, I was ill prepared for the heat in Acapulco, I'd dressed for the fifteen degrees that Boston would expect in March and in Acapulco it was thirty centigrade.

Jonathon decided that he wanted to sunbathe after lunch, he took a scrap of material from his drawer, it looked a little like a nose shield but when he stepped into it, it turned out to be a pair of 'Spandex' swimming trunks, so small and so tight that I blushed, even though I'd been reasonably happy seeing him naked just a minute earlier.

"Where's your bikini darling?"

"I didn't bring one, I thought we were going to Cape Cod so I don't have any clothes suitable for Mexico."

"Well, I didn't blow my budget last night so I can buy you a bikini with the eighty bucks I have left over."

"I'd rather have a swimsuit than a bikini!"

"Okay, but you have to let me chose it for you."

We ate lunch in the hotel's restaurant, I had a steak that I had cooked well done with a side salad, I was expecting a delicate little six ounce piece of meat with a little salad on the side but they delivered half a cow on a plate with a mountain of fries and onion rings, the side salad turned up on a separate plate and was a meal on its own. Jonathon had ordered a chilly and rice lunch which looked a more like a child's portion than an adult's meal.

Jonathon had finished his lunch before I'd managed to finish mine down through the overburden of fries and onion to the meat substrata, "You carry on with that, I'll pop to the store behind the hotel and get you a swimsuit, would you prefer red or black?"

"Black...no...no, red please!"

I ate around a quarter of the meat and a third of the fries and just two onion rings and Jonathon came back with a carrier bag. He ordered a sweet for himself, I had eaten too much steak and couldn't face a sweet. While we were waiting for Jon's sweet to arrive he took a scrap of red material out of the bag and held it up. The thought ran through my mind that it actually looked like a large condom in red latex but it was a one size fits all swimming costume with detachable shoulder straps. I'd seen women wearing them in Florida in the past and when the beach allowed topless sunbathing the women just left the straps off and rolled the costume down, giving them the option to uncover as much or as little of their bodies as they wanted too.

I took the costume off of him and then he pulled out a matching black costume as well, "They were only fifteen dollars so I got you one of each colour, I got you this as well..." Jonathon pulled out a flesh toned cheesecloth dress, "...it was only ten bucks so I got one in pink and another in black, I had thirty dollars left from my budget so I got you this as well."

I could only describe what he held up next as a running outfit in black Lycra, it was like a sports bra with a four inch bottom band and running knickers.

"I said that I didn't want a bikini!"

Jonathon chuckled, "It isn't a bikini, it's part of an outfit to go clubbing in tonight!"

Jon dipped his hand into the carrier bag again, he pulled out a page that had been torn out of an Italian fashion magazine, "The back-street factories down here in Mexico get these fashion magazines and make copies of the latest designs from the catwalk..." he handed me the torn out page, it was one of the top fashion models on a Milan catwalk wearing what looked like the black Lycra running top and knickers under a black tulle dress, the tulle dress was a little thicker than the black cheese cloth dress that Jon had bought me to go with the Lycra top and bottom. The title on top of the page said, 'Perfetto per quella visita speciale al nightclub!' and a hand written translation in red biro under, 'Perfect for that special nightclub visit!' Usually tulle would be layered in a dress to make it opaque but the dress shown in the picture was see through, just not as see through as the black cheesecloth dress!

"...the difference with this outfit is, they didn't have to copy it because they already had all the components, they just had to combine them in a different way for this outfit."

I took the pink dress, it had four buttons down the front to the waistband, was knee length and had long sleeves.

"I thought that you could change into the swimming costume in our room and wear the dress over the top to go over to the beach."

"Is the beach part of the hotel?"

"No, it's a private beach, we pay fifty pesos each to use the beach and the beach-bar and another fifty for a sun lounger. The advantage is we have a choice of five beaches to choose from on this stretch of the bay if we don't like the one across the road."

Jonathon's sweet arrived and like most of the food in the hotel, there was nothing small about Jon's 'Cinnamon Sugar Churro Boats', three different fillings in the churro shells, his pudding was a meal on its own. "Right, while you tuck into that mountain of cream, I'll go up to the room and try my new swimming costume on."

"No, don't go up without me, I want you to try a little of each of these, see which one you like most."

I sat at the table for twenty minutes while Jon ate his pudding, I only had a taste of each of the three different cream filled boats but the taste was fantastic and I resolved to order a smaller main meal the next day so that I could have that same pudding tomorrow.

Once in the hotel room I again had the quandary, should I change in the bathroom or just strip off in the bedroom? I had to give myself a metaphorical slap across my face, we'd showered together twice, we still hadn't had full sex but Jonathon had seen me naked in the shower and he had explored every inch of my body while in the shower and from the way he was sitting on the foot of the bed looking at me now, it was obvious that he expected me to undress right there and then.

As I stripped out of my clothes Jon was fiddling with a bottle of factor thirty sun screen. Once naked he stopped me stepping into the tiny swimming costume, he wanted to oil my body with the sun screen while I was naked. I was really surprised that he felt the need to oil my naked body and not just those parts that were exposed to the sun after I had my new swimming costume in place. As Jon oiled me I had to wonder if Jon was just using the oil as an excuse to have afternoon sex with me.

I was oiled and almost glowing from the near orgasmic experience of having my body oiled by my new husband but still didn't lose my virginity. The one size fits all swimsuit was a joke, more like one size fits no one and if Jon hadn't been so insistent that he loved the way I looked in the swimsuit I would have taken it off and worn something non-swimwear related. I slipped the see through dress on as well and sandals on my feet. We got a few double takes as we walked through the hotel reception, a seaman who had arrived at dinner time the evening before actually changed direction when he saw me, I knew his profession because he'd come into dinner wearing a white shirt with four gold rings on the epaulettes, I'd thought that made him a ships captain and had greeted him as such as he sat to eat, he was a little brusque when he told me he was the first engineer. Later, when I told Johnny that I'd thought him curt with me he said. "He's just German, to him, he probably thought he was being charming and compared to most Germans he was."

After seeing the way that I was dressed to go to the beach he turned tail and ran back up to his room.

It was hard to cross the main road to get to the beach, first one car and then many more honked their horns as they passed me, it was making me feel very self conscious as I stood there waiting for a gap in the traffic. Just before the off I heard heavy breathing behind me and as Johnny pulled me across the road I realised that it was the German sailor coming up behind us fast.

The private beach was surrounded by a hedgerow that went almost to the sea and the entrance was through Pedro's bar. Johnny paid the admission and for the sun-beds, he was directed to beds by the bar but asked if he could have the two beds furthest away, snuggled right up close to the hedgerow dividing Pedro's beach from Garcia's beach.

I heard the German ask for the bed next to ours and he followed us over.

It took Johnny some time to persuade me out of my see through dress, even though there were only the four of us on the beach. The chief engineer on the next bed to me on my left had stripped totally naked under his towel, he had tried to covered himself but I'd actually seen him flash out before he could get his trunks on, I pointed it out to Jon, he just laughed, "In Germany they go nude in public parks, they don't think anything of it."

I was asked what I wanted to drink, I asked for a single measure of brandy in twenty ounces of lemonade. As Johnny was walking past the German's bed he asked him what he wanted to drink as well.

I was left sitting awkwardly next to the large German, trying not to look in his direction while he was staring at me across the two feet of Mexican sand that separated us. "Am I allowed to talk to you without a formal introduction?"

"Sorry?"

"I assume that as you are a southern lady, protocol would require us to be introduced by a trusted third party!"

"I spoke to you last evening, I welcomed you to the dining room and received a curt comment for mistaking you for a ship's captain."

"I'm very sorry for my rudeness but when you spoke to me yesterday I'd just finished a thirty six hour shift, I had to change out a water cooling plant on my old ship before it docked here and now I have a few days off before my next ship arrives and I have to start work all over again."

Johnny was carrying a very large glass of light beer and another not quite as large glass with my brandy and lemonade with an iceberg's worth of ice in it cooling it down. Johnny handed the beer to the German and the brandy cocktail to me before he returned to the bar to collect his own drink. Johnny settled down on his own sun-bed on my right and the German was on my left. Johnny and the German were chatting, getting to know each other across my body.

Jon finished his drink quickly, I'd only had one sip of my cocktail and the German had only drunk half of his beer. Jon got up to fetch another drink but he was headed off by the German, I watched as they chatted a few feet away, the German had his hand on Jon's shoulder, they looked like they'd been friends for years instead of being casual acquaintances on a holiday beach, I didn't hear much of the conversation whispered between them, I did hear the German say how uncomfortable trunks were in the Mexican heat. Johnny went to the bar with the German, I saw the German pay for the drinks but Jon carried them back to the sun beds.

"Darling, Gunther is paying to have this part of the beach turned into a 'Playa Nudistsa', I didn't think you'd mind as you've already seen him naked once today."

I understood enough of Spanish to understand what Jon was saying, the German was paying the beach owner to close off the end of his beach for nude sunbathing. Gunther walked down the beach with a windbreak under his arm, six long wooden poles with imitation canvas material slid into pockets, he also had a large wooden mallet to hammer the poles into the sand.

I watched as Gunther partitioned off our end of the beach, he hammered the first pole into the sand close to the bushes behind out beds, he pulled the screen taut and hammered the second pole into the sand. There were six poles and five, six foot square panels so the barrier stretched thirty feet. I saw Gunther give me a quick look before he pulled his trunks down and stood to attention by the screen.

I turned to Johnny, "He was checking that I was looking in his direction before he..."

I stopped taking, Johnny was also naked lying at my side.

I turned my back on Gunther so now I was facing my husband. Johnny moved to the edge of his sun bed and he pulled me closer to him. We lay kissing in the sun for thirty minutes and then Johnny's right hand slipped onto my left hip, he stroked his hand over my hip, down over my upper thigh, down to the back of my knee. He lifted my left leg and pulled it over to rest it on his own right thigh before his hand retraced its steps back to my upper thigh, his fingertips slipped inside the leg hole of my swimming costume and he traced the outline of the leg hole around to the front of my body.

As my husband's fingers approached my pussy I reminded him that we weren't alone. My protestations didn't stop my husband, he sought out my inner folds, found my clitoris and I shuddered under his fingers. Gunther heard me gasp as I started my orgasm and he said, "Jon my friend, did you bring any sunscreen with you, your wife's shoulder is burning. Johnny didn't stop what he was doing with his right hand, he pushed his upper body up onto his left elbow so he could look at my shoulder as well as talk to Gunther.

"I didn't bring any down to the beach, I gave Vicky a good covering all over in our room, I thought it'd last for the afternoon!"

"In Mississippi maybe my friend but down here, the extra heat and humidity, the sweat washes it off in an hour or less. I have some in my bag if you'd like me to rub a little on her back for you while you're busy!"

I had been fighting to hide my orgasm from Gunther with little success but when he rubbed sun lotion into my shoulder, back and neck I exploded like a volcanic eruption. I pulled my lips away from my husband's mouth and looked up, Gunther was towering over me, he was looking at where Johnny's hand was inside the leg hole of my swimming costume and just as I thought that things couldn't get any worse, Johnny moved his wrist slightly, exposing my pussy to Gunther.

Gunther grinned down at me, he did everything but lick his chops as he massaged sun screen into my back. I managed to summon up enough strength to push Johnny's hand away from my pussy and pull my bathing costume back into place. I had thought that things had gone about as far as they could go but things moved another step into debauchery when Gunther moved behind Johnny and he started oiling my husband's back, because Johnny was naked Gunther needed to oil more than Johnny's back and shoulders and as Gunther's hands closed in on Johnny's buttocks I saw Johnny smile and then I saw movement dowm between Johnny's legs and his cock grew into view.

Johnny pulled my left hand over to his cock and he helped me to massage his cock as Gunther's hands moved in on Johnny's bottom. I thought that I had a hair trigger when Johnny masturbated me, it never took many flicks of his finger on my bean for me to cum but Johnny climaxed even faster, filling my palm with his spunk. I heard Gunther laugh as Johnny spilled his cocoa.

Johnny asked Gunther if he'd like a hand with oiling his back, Gunther was standing behind Johnny looking down when he got the offer and he laughed out loud again.

"Thank you for your offer my friend but I'd rather have your delicious wife oil my body than you!"

Johnny looked me in the eyes, "How about it darling, doesn't your code say something about paying back a good turn?"

I dragged myself to my feet and stood behind Gunther, my back was against the dividing hedgerow as I started oiling Gunther's back. When my hands got close to Gunther's bum he winked at Johnny and turned quickly so that my hands were on his cock. I saw Johnny move, reposition himself so that he could watch what I did. I just stopped moving my hands, Johnny grinned at me and he said, "Don't stop now darling, you're just getting to the part that's most in need of oiling.

So in a matter of minutes I'd masturbated my first man and was holding the cock of another, an almost total stranger. I stood holding Gunther's cock for a long minute before I opened my fingers and dropped his erection. I dodged out of Gunther's way and picked up my see through dress, "I think I'm finished with sunbathing for one day!"

I put my dress on and walked away from the beach, I'd expected Johnny to follow me but as I passed through the bar and out onto the esplanade, I was still alone. I was about to cross the sidewalk to the road but remembered all the cars that hooted their horns at me, even though I was with my husband so I turned and I walked along the outside of the fence to a point that I could see through into the beach area, it looked like Johnny and Gunther were sharing the same sun bed, Johnny facing to the left and Gunther was behind him, It looked to me like Gunther was whispering into Johnny's ear or kissing his neck.

I was about to call out to Johnny but changed my mind and I faced the road and the expected cacophony of car horns when the drivers saw me. Fortunately, as soon as I reached the edge of the sidewalk and stood waiting to cross all the traffic stopped, there was a lot of hooting but at least it only took a few seconds to teach the safety of the hotel.

Once in our room I showered and as I soaped my body I remembered my last two showers, less cleaning my body, more the only sexual contact I'd had with my new husband so far. I was drying myself as Johnny walked in, he looked a little sheepish but he soon shook that off. We got into bed together and I expected that the time had come for me to lose my virginity but again I was wrong. All we did was lay together kissing and cuddling until it was time to get ready for dinner.

Johnny spent forty minutes persuading me to wear the combined running kit and see through black dress to dinner. I had never really been one who wanted to be in the lime-light and sitting dressed the way I was in a hotel that was basically populated by business men or seamen who were all a long way from home and their loved ones, I was very definitely the centre of attention all the way through the meal. Okay, to say that having thirty men drooling over me as I ate my dinner was a turn on surprised me, the fact that I'd managed to sit through the meal without running for my room to pull on my overcoat surprised me even more.

After dinner, we hailed a taxi that had just dropped a group of cruise ship passengers back at the port, there had been an argument outside the port because the taxi wasn't a city taxi, it had brought the group back from a religious site out in the country and the port didn't allow taxi's that weren't registered in the city to take passengers into the dock and because of that his passengers had to walk from the port gates to their ship and that meant that they didn't give their driver a tip.

Johnny asked the driver to take us to a casino, being from the country the driver didn't take us to one of the usual spangly and sparkly casinos, he took us to a back street casino on the outer edge of town. There was no night club, there was a bar that was so ridiculously cheap that we both got quite drunk and the drunker Johnny got, the more of his budgeted gambling money he lost.

Johnny was actually out of the game before he ran out of money and I left him slumped in an arm chair while I set about throwing away the last of his daily allowance. I was actually the only American woman in the casino...actually the only woman that wasn't employed by the casino to distract its male customers. While men were put off their mental game by the scantily clad women around the room, I was actually putting the croupier's off of their game and managed to make a few winning passes, recouping a little of the money that Johnny had lost.

I actually got bored by two o'clock in the morning and woke Johnny up to go back to the hotel. Johnny handed me the business card from the driver who had taken us out to the casino, it had his mobile telephone number on it so I called him to take us back to our hotel. I half carried Johnny to the door and by the time I dragged him out onto the sidewalk considered that I was about to spend yet another night of my married life as a virgin as our taxi arrived.

The taxi driver helped me to carry Jon to the car and push him into the back seat, Johnny didn't sit, he was fed into the car and ended up sprawled out on the back seat sleeping like a baby. The front passenger door was opened for me to get in. When we left the hotel our taxi was a Toyota Avensis, a recent model car in good condition but for the return journey, our driver had a Chevrolet Tahoe and as I ducked into the front of the car I was faced with a front bench seat instead of the comforting combined centre console and armrest with a built in cooler under it to partition the front of the taxi into two safe zones.

The driver closed the door behind me and walked around the front of the car, I wriggled as far to the right as I could get, pressing my right hip into the elbow rest on the inside of the door. I reached for the seatbelt and discovered that it had been removed, just a hole above my head where the seat belt would have been on a car on the road in America. With my husband asleep on the back seat I really was regretting letting him talk me into wearing such a ridiculous outfit for a night out at the casino.

The street in front of the casino was reasonably well lit, the first turn took us into residential streets that were less well lit. The bridge over the freeway leading into the city and the port area was the last street light and at the on-ramp for the freeway, instead of turning left and heading into the city, our driver went straight on, deeper into the countryside and the darkness beyond. I felt a hot and sticky hand on my knee, the driver grabbed a hold of my leg and he pulled me over to the left.

We only drove for a few miles before the taxi left the road and we bounced into a field.

Well, I wouldn't be able to complain that I'd spent my third night as a married woman and was still a virgin but it wasn't my husband who took my cherry, it was a Mexican taxi driver after a drunken trip to a casino. I didn't really know what hit me, I was fighting him off but because I'd had a bit to drink I couldn't actually get away from him. I tried to open the door and run for it but there wasn't a door handle on the inside of the door, not even a window winder.

The skimpy running shorts didn't stop the determined taxi driver, he tore then into rags in just a few seconds and, even though I didn't see anything I did feel his cock as it probed the darkness and hit home. It was all over in two minutes. I wondered what would happen next, would he rob us and dump us in the Mexican countryside? He'd finished fucking me and I'd managed to swim my way away from him, I managed to press my back against the passenger door as the driver made a phone call, there was a sudden light in the distance as a car that seemed to be parked out on the road started up and drove into the field at the side of the taxi.

The front passenger door suddenly opened and I was dragged out into the field where the second man had sex with me in the mud. The second man took ten minutes to cum in me and then I heard two doors close on the second car and it drove away, leaving me crying in the mud and the Chevrolet Tahoe parked in the field next to me.

Fortunately Jon had been very careful that each time we went out to the casino he only took the few dollars that he'd allowed himself for his evening's entertainment, we took no credit cards or keys with us so the fact that we'd been robbed would have ended up as a massive disappointment to the robbers.

It took me a while to find Johnny's mobile phone, I called nine-one-one and struggled to talk to the police as I only spoke English and they only wanted to talk to me in Spanish. I managed to get over what had happened to me and where I'd spent the night with my husband, I also remembered the main directions that we'd taken to get to the field. I had to stand out on the roadside to wait for the police to arrive, wearing just my see through dress as there wasn't enough left of my shorts to hold themselves up.

Well, to say that Mexico is nothing like America is an understatement, when the police arrived they were less interested in the fact that I'd been raped and more interested in the car, it was listed as stolen in America, it had been reported stolen in Fort Worth, Texas and had been involved in robberies along the I-Twenty. The car had crossed the border into Mexico at Ciudad Juarez before the owner had noticed that it was missing. Another problem was that Johnny was still sleeping in the car. Johnny was breathalysed and arrested for being drunk in charge.

When I complained that we were the victims of a crime, the police man asked me how I was dressed to go to the casino that evening and when I showed him the torn shorts he just said, "Well, what did you expect, going around dressed in that way!"

Well, our honeymoon came to an end rather abruptly, I was cited for public indecency, Johnny was cited for being drunk in charge of a motor vehicle, the police even wanted to charge us for stealing the car from Fort Worth but when the car was recorded crossing into Mexico, we could prove that we were on the flight from Hattiesburg to Acapulco.

The Chevrolet Tahoe had been used in twenty robberies across Texas and once in Mexico it had been stripped of things that couldn't be identified, those parts had been sold off, even the massive aluminium rims and brand new town and country tyres had been sold off and replaced with undersized pressed steel rims with threadbare rubber from a scrapped car.

We were taken to the local 'Cárcel' or jail to spend the night, we'd be in court the next day, justice was certainly swift in that area of Mexico if not particularly fair. It was a small local facility, much like small town America, two cages, each fifteen feet square, no comforts, there was a bench bolted to the floor against the back wall and another bolted to the floor in the middle of the cell. There were five men in the left cell and two women in the right when we arrived and were thrown in with the Mexican criminals.

It was a very scary experience being in a Mexican prison. I was in with two prostitutes who had been working in the same casino that Johnny and I had been gambling earlier, I was still dressed in just a running top and see through dress with no knickers on so I caused a massive stir amongst the five men in the other cell. Johnny was still well drunk and he made the mistake of lying on one of the benches to go to sleep and while four men were jeering at me because of the way that I was dressed, I was forced to watch as the fifth man in Johnny's cell buggered him out in the open. As Jon was being fucked up his arse by a huge Mexican Hell's Angel. Jon opened his eyes and looked over at me before he spurted his own seed without a hand going anywhere close to his cock, he'd orgasmed just from being raped up his bum by another man.

At six o'clock in the morning, a representative from the American Consular Agency in Acapulco turned up with an English speaking, Mexican lawyer and after a great deal of arguments Johnny and I were taken off of the court list and allowed to go back to our hotel under the proviso that we left Mexico on the next available flight.

Well, our marriage hadn't got off to the best of starts, both of us being raped by large Mexican men on the same night but in the aftermath of that evening Johnny admitted that he loved me but that he probably wouldn't ever be able to actually have sex with me in the conventional way but we did reach a compromise...Johnny ordered a strap-on dildo from an on-line sex superstore with two dildos that could be attached to the harness, a pink one for him to use on me and a black one for me to use on him. I also had carte blanche to take other men...or women...as lovers whenever I wanted, Jon even arranged for Mad-Dog to come over the day after we arrived home from Mexico so that I could feel what it was like to be fucked by such a professional lover with such a massive cock.

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