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Honeymoon
Marie looked so beautiful as she walked down the aisle. She was
dressed in the gown she had always dreamed of, and I was mesmerized by
her radiance. In the past year and half of our life I had seen Marie
at her least attractive and what I thought was her most attractive.
But this lovely April afternoon, Marie was absolutely stunning.
Our wedding plans had gone without a hitch. We never got into any
arguments or disagreements about this day, and now we were realizing
the fruition of months of preparation and planning. Before Marie even
got half way down the garden path, I was tearing up. God, she was so
beautiful.
The minister said his words, and Marie and I said our vows to each
other. The sun shone brightly and warmly, and the birds sang good
fortune to us. When I was allowed to kiss the bride, it was the at
once the most passionate, erotic, spiritual, and loving kiss I have
ever experienced. All of our friends and family were feeling joyful
and touched at the beauty, simplicity, and honesty of our ceremony.
Afterwards, when we were officially husband and wife, there was a
large party under an ancient oak tree where our union was celebrated.
There was music, dancing, toasting, and a lot of hugging all around.
In short, I believe that it was the wedding of the decade. I was
almost reluctant to leave the party, but I was thrilled at the
prospect of a private celebration with Marie of our union.
After being lovingly pelted with the obligatory tossing of (to be
environmentally correct) bird seed, my new wife and I rode off in a
chauffeured Cedilla to the airport. We were to spend one night in
Miami, Florida, and then be off to Jamaica for five days and four
nights of frolic, sun, and fun. Marie was devastatingly radiant in a
purple and gold outfit, and as usual, she attracted her share of
admiring and appreciative glances, gawks, and stares. The added joy of
our new nuptials just added to her beauty.
Our first night in Miami was a textbook honeymoon night, complete
with champagne, roses, candles, and tender love making. We went out
for a nice romantic dinner; did some dancing; took a brief stroll on
the beach; then we retired to the hotel room for a night of passion
and love like we'd never had before. Being married seemed to have
added a new twist and depth to our sexual activities. It was a real
turn-on.
The next morning, after a room-service breakfast of coffee and
pastries, we boarded a chartered flight to Negril for the remainder of
our honeymoon. We arrived at the resort early in the afternoon and
spent the rest of the day settling in and getting acquainted with our
surroundings.
The beaches of the resort were pristine white sand with sapphire
blue water. We were guaranteed outstanding snorkeling and diving
opportunities. But what we were most interested in was the private
clothing optional beach. We reserved two spots on the skiff shuttle
for the next day, and set about eating and drinking and partying with
our fellow vacationers. As one of three honeymooning couples at the
resort that week, we were elevated to the status of VIP for the week
by the staff. The honor came with extra special attention to normally
overlooked detail -- fresh bed linens three times a day, needed or
not, for example.
Our first night was again slow, tender, gentle, and passionate.
The breezes from the ocean and the smell of the life-giving ocean
enticed us to a deeper way of relating to each other. The tropical
moon illuminated our bodies with a luminous and erotic sheen. Our
climaxes were mutual, and our sleep celestial.
We woke the next morning refreshed and excited about the day's
activiies. We ate a luscious breakfast complete with fine coffee,
fruit, pastries, and even grits and bacon. Then we grabbed some
complementary snorkeling gear and headed to the pier for our
rendezvous with the boat to take us and the other five allowed couples
to the clothing-optional beach. I must admit, I was a tad nervous
about the situation, but as I looked at other passengers on the boat,
I realized that I was not going to feel inadequate or embarrassed
about my body.
The boat landed, and we were handed a cooler of refreshments and
instructed that there would be more food and beverages available at
the boat if needed, so we weren't to worry about going hungry or
thirsty. All of our needs were taken care of. The resort provided us
with portable cabanas for added privacy and solar protection, large
soft towels and blankets for our comfort, and maximum protection sun
tan lotion.
Marie and I grabbed our supplies and headed off to set up a
private base of operations away from the others. We found a nice spot
near a grove of palm trees and set up the cabana. We looked at each
other with nervousness and excitement, and took off our clothes.
Seeing Marie's abundant bosom free in the tropics caused an
unmistakable stirring in my loins, and although I was wildly turned
on, I concentrated on reducing my desire -- for a while
anyway.
I grabbed my camera and clicked off a few artistic shots of Marie
against the azure skies and snowy sands of the Caribbean. Then we ran
into the warm water to swim and splash each other. After a while the
sexual overtones of our situation began to fade away, and we began to
feel natural, like pure hedonists.
We played like Adam and Eve for what seemed like hours, then
headed back up to our cabana for a quick repast of fruit and wine. We
ate a little and drank a little while the sun bathed us in warmth.
Maybe it was the sun, or the wine, or the island, or a combination of
them all, but I began to feel animal urges welling up inside me. I was
beginning to feel not love or caring for Marie, but LUST -- pure and
wild. My eyes obviously betrayed my desire, because I could see that
Marie was feeling the same.
The previous two nights had been filled with sexual pleasure at
its most elevated spiritual plane. We had joined in the highest and
most ethereal way possible, but now the other side of our humanity was
beginning to take shape. Now all we felt were urges and desire. We
didn't want a spiritual bonding. We wanted SEX -- raw, rude, reckless.
Our mouths met with such a ferocity that I thought we would
swallow each other. My hands roughly massaged Marie's tits, and she
reached down to stroke my stiffening cock. We pawed one another lewdly
for a few minutes until a few drops of pre-cum began to drip from my
cock.
Marie gasped and pushed me back on the blanket. Then she leaned
forward and began to bathe my manhood with her talented tongue. I felt
her envelop me with her hot mouth, and I struggled with the rising
ardor. I could feel my cum begin to fight for release already, and I
certainly didn't want to bring an early ending to our excitement.
I sat up and pushed Marie down on the blanket and returned the
oral favor. Her pussy was soaked with her juice. My Marie has the
sweetest cunt nectar I've ever tasted, but the added taste of salt
water only intensified what was normally extraordinary. I plunged my
tongue into her wet twat and tickled her sensitized clit. Marie was
thrashing around in erotic ecstasy, and she soon came in a screaming
orgasm. She was yelling for me to fuck her; begging me to shove my
cock into her.
I hastily mounted my bride and granted her her desire. We moved in
tandem. As my cock went in, her hips lifted, and as I withdrew, she
lowered. Soon we were dancing an earthy ballet. The sounds of our sex
mingled with the sounds of the pounding surf until, like the rising
tide, we reached our peaks.
Marie shouted her impending climax, and urged me to cum with her.
Like a wild animal, she scratched my back with her nails. I in turn
bit into her shoulder as I felt a torrent of semen build up in my
loins. Marie climaxed frantically, complete with screams and gasps of
pleasure. Strangely, however, her orgasm served to lessen my pressing
need, and I knew that we would be able to extend our carnal endeavor.
I pulled out of Marie's quim and told her to get on her knees. I
told her that if we were going to act like animals, then we were going
to fuck like animals. She put here beautiful ass up for my viewing
pleasure, and I slid my turgid rod back into her waiting pussy.
Marie's face was overcome with lust as I pounded my full 61/2 inch
length deep into her. I also felt the heady aura of risqué rapture
invading me.
After a few minutes, I felt my orgasm rise again. This time I knew
there was no holding back, nor did I want to. I was ready to spray my
liquid life into and onto my paramour. With spasm after rapturous
spasm I injected Marie with my cum. As the feelings of release
subsided, I pulled away from Marie. She turned around and crawled
over to my prone body. She stuck her fingers into her sodden cunt and
pulled them back out. She spread our combined juices on her lips and
leaned over to kiss me.
We basked in the afterglow of our sex until Marie suggested a
cleansing dip in the ocean. She leapt up and ran to the water's edge,
her boobs bouncing enticingly. I rose to follow her down to the water.
We went out neck-deep, to me, and embraced as the tepid tropical water
cleaned us.
We heard the unmistakable blare from the shuttle boat, which told
us that we would be leaving in half and hour. We gazed longingly into
each other's eyes, wishing we could just stay together on this private
Eden. But we knew that wasn't possible.
We met the rest of the landing party a short time later. It was
very clear that Marie and I weren't the only ones to have been seduced
by the island. Everyone had that "just laid" look. The boat drivers
looked at all of us knowingly and grinned great big shit eating grins.
That night, back in our suite, Marie and I rubbed cool soothing
aloe onto one another. I started to feel horny again, and Marie
noticed it. As my cock stiffened, Marie blessed me with one of her
superb blow jobs. She informed me that I was not to hold anything
back, not to worry about her, just allow myself to enjoy the feeling.
For an ecstatically long time, I savored Marie's loving touch.
Then I felt a mild, but respectable orgasm rise. Marie took it all,
coming up to kiss me as the last of my cum glossed her lips. I
promised to return the favor to her the next morning.
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