Subject:    Our Honeymoon (MF, oral, exhib)
Diary Date: August 31, 2011
Author:     Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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                                   !!!WARNING!!!!

This file is a work of fiction containing sexually explicit material which may 
include depictions of underage, nonconsensual and unprotected sex as well as 
incest and adultery. It is not intended to implicate any person or action by 
them or me, nor advocate such practices. If you can't separate fantasy from 
reality, get professional help - FAST!

The material is distributed as "For Adults Only" and possession by a minor is 
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This work is copyrighted �2011 to the author. It may be posted with the 
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Although I wrote this to stand on its own as much as possible, it might help to 
understand things better if you read my previous diary entries at 
https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Kelly85/.  The "About Me" directory also has a 
lot more information about me as well if you're interested. 

Summary
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Boarding the plane I was still in a daze - was I REALLY married to my high 
school sweetheart?  Now it was time for Steve to finally reveal to me where our 
honeymoon was going to take place.  Steve had kept it secret for as long as he 
could, I have to give him that.  I had all sorts of potential locations in mind 
- Europe (Amsterdam?), Asia (Hong Kong?), maybe Las Vegas or Atlantic City?  

Now that it's over what can I say?  My husband did himself proud.  Costa Maya in 
Mexico was absolutely beautiful!  We visited Mayan ruins, zip-lined through the 
jungle, snorkeled a wreck on a deserted beach, and shopped and shopped and 
shopped.  We almost didn't have time for sex.  Well, that's a bit of an 
exaggeration!

Table of Contents:
   Chapter 1 - Sunday - Wakeup Call
   Chapter 2 - Sunday - Mile High
   Chapter 3 - Sunday - Beach Sex
   Chapter 4 - Monday - Visiting the Ruins
   Chapter 5 - Tuesday - Snorkeling the Wreck
   Chapter 6 - Wednesday - Extreme Zip-Lining
   Chapter 7 - Did I Mention I'm in Love?

Note:  This is one of the longest, if not THE longest diary entry I�ve ever 
       written.  Maybe I should have broke it up but I felt it all had to be 
       together or it would be like a puzzle with a piece missing.


Chapter 1 - Sunday - Wakeup Call
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August 28th... day two of my marriage to Steve, actually the first full day 
since yesterday was only about seven hours.  Day two of what I hope and pray 
will be the start of a relationship that will indeed last, "until death do us 
part."  While nobody gets married with the expectation of being divorced, 
something about this just seems so RIGHT that I just know it�s going to be a 
lifetime thing.

I woke up Sunday morning and for just a few seconds felt totally disoriented. 
This wasn't my bedroom!  Heck, I wasn't even alone in bed.  It only lasted a few 
seconds before it all came flooding back.  I was in a huge king-size bed in a 
wedding suite of a luxurious hotel in downtown Pittsburgh, laying next to my 
freshly-minted husband Steve.  My handsome man was still laying on his back, 
apparently not having moved an inch since last night after I dropped off his 
dick and laid down next to him after our first time having sex since being 
married - not counting those couple of minutes in the photo booth at the 
reception of course.

Rubbing my eyes, I focused on the man I adored in bed next to me, still sound 
asleep like a baby.  Looking past him at the clock on the table next to our bed 
I saw it was already 6:30 meaning we had to get up soon if we were going to make 
our 10:40 flight to... well to wherever it was we were going.  After months of 
keeping our destination a secret tighter than the Manhattan Project, he had at 
least told me the flight time so that I could help to make sure we got up on 
time.  Steve was a notorious late sleeper and there were times a fog horn could 
be used as an alarm cock and it wouldn't wake him.  However, I DID know one way 
to get his attention...

Reaching over, I gently grabbed Steve�s flaccid cock in my hand.  It was so soft 
and warm, nothing at all like the hard steel pipe that had fucked me so well 
late last night.  Since I first held one in my hand at the age of eight, a man�s 
penis has always fascinated me.  Like right now it was small and soft, flexing 
easily in my hand as I wrapped my fingers around it.  Yet with just a little bit 
of work - if you can call it work, it would soon change like a caterpillar 
becoming an amazing butterfly.  What was even more amazing that even now, with 
it�s owner sound asleep and totally unaware of what I was doing, it STILL 
reacted like it had a life of its own.  Perhaps that�s why some guys refer to it 
as their �little head� as indeed it did seem to do as it pleased all on its own.

Ever so gently I let his dick slip through my fingers until it dropped back onto 
the soft cushion of dark pubic hair underneath.  Using my fingertips, I grabbed 
it by the base and let it slip through my hand until it flopped back down again, 
repeating this several times.  Cocks are SO cool!  Even so I couldn't imagine 
going through life with one of those things stuck permanently between my legs.  
I know what it�s like trying to walk with a vibrator up my pussy and while I 
realize that�s not a fair comparison, it still makes me cringe at the thought of 
having my own dick.  So far as I was concerned, it was a marvelous part of God�s 
plan that he saddled men with such devices, all for the enjoyment of women like 
me while they have to deal with it the rest of the time.

As expected, I noticed that even with this slightest of attention it was 
beginning to react as it wasn't quite as flaccid as it had been a few minutes 
before.  Getting on my knees, I leaned over him and supported myself with my 
hands on the other side of him as I dropped my head down and took the tip into 
my mouth.  Mmmmmmm, he tasted soooooo good.  OK, so he was going to need a 
shower before we left after the exertions of the night before but for now the 
sweaty musk smell just reminded me of what a man I had for a husband - as if I 
needed reminding. 

For the first minute or so I just suckled on the head of his dick like a baby on 
the nipple of a bottle.  Ever so slowly I could feel his cock begin to change, 
growing a bit longer and fatter.  Gingerly I took more of him into my mouth 
until I had his entire semi-flaccid cock past my lips.  As soft and short as he 
was in this state he easily fit into my mouth and I could feel the coarse dark 
pubic hair rubbing against my face like a soft hairbrush.  For a moment he 
stirred and I held still, not ready for him to wake yet but he didn't make any 
more noises so I resumed my slow blowjob.

As I said, cocks fascinate me and perhaps one of the most fascinating things is 
feeling them grow in my mouth.  There are so many things involved at that moment 
and all of them hot and sexy so far as I was concerned.  First, there was the 
simple fact that he was becoming erect because of what I was doing to him, even 
if he didn't consciously know it.  Then there was just the erotic feel of his 
dick swelling and filling my mouth as if someone had an air pump attached to a 
balloon and stuck it in my mouth.  What had fit so easily just minutes before 
was now tickling the back of my throat forcing my mouth to open a lot wider to 
take him in without scraping my teeth against him.  My mom had taught me from 
the beginning that guys will accept about anything when it comes to a blowjob so 
long as you didn�t scrape your teeth on him.

Mmmmmmm, what can I say, I simply LOVE sucking dick!  From the first time I had 
done Steve back when I was fourteen until this very moment, I don�t think I have 
ever not been excepted by the sight of a man�s cock.  My boobs hung down and I 
let my hardening nipples barely rub against his hip bone as I leaned over him to 
continue sucking his dick.  It was just enough to tickle them and stimulate them 
such that they grew all the more.  Although it was nothing at all of the 
magnitude of his dick�s growth, they were still significantly larger than they�d 
been before I�d started this morning.

Finally Steve�s dick achieved full erection status.  I ran my tongue up and down 
the shaft, wetting him and then rubbing it with my lips from the base to the 
tip.  Leaning over, I took him all in my mouth, the last inch or so almost 
gagging me as I took it down my throat.  One thing about sucking a sleeping guy 
- it�s actually easier to deep throat him as he isn�t moving about trying to get 
a look or push it in even deeper before you�re ready.  Holding myself down on 
him as long as I could, I finally rose up again and let him flop, or at least 
drop out of my mouth as being so hard he wasn't about to flop anywhere!

My pussy was tingling now with that familiar feel I get when I NEED to be 
fucked.  There are those occasions when I WANT to be fucked but then there were 
times like now when I NEEDED a dick in me.  It didn't even matter whose dick it 
was - I just wanted one.  Thankfully I had my new husband�s at my immediate 
disposal as some of my craziest (and stupidest) stunts had been when I was at 
the mercy of my pussy and couldn't control the resulting urges.

Carefully I got up on my knees and then lifted my leg up and straddled Steve�s 
muscular waist.  Damn, the poor guy must have been exhausted from last night - 
something that I was rather proud to take credit for.  His stiff dick poked into 
my bare butt so I lifted myself up on my knees until it slipped down between my 
legs then I reached down past my crotch to grab it and direct it to it�s goal - 
my aching pussy.  As horny and wet as I was there was no problem sliding it up 
inside of me until I was seating on his crotch with my bare butt against the 
base of his dick, his entire cock now buried deep inside of me.

For the next few minutes I just sat there, looking down at my lover - now 
husband, enjoying the feeling of his cock as it filled me.  It was so hot 
knowing that this was now officially MY cock.  Oh sure it may have some fun in 
some other girl�s pussy now and then but at the end of the day I knew that it 
would always come home to MY pussy.  He felt so good in me at this moment that I 
couldn't imagine how this feeling could ever grow wearisome or boring the way 
some people claimed to feel about sex after marriage.  Of course I had one 
advantage most other wives didn't - my guy�s dick was allowed to fuck other 
girl�s pussies so he would periodically get reminded of just how special MY 
pussy was!  The same applied to me as well.  What better way to appreciate your 
husband than to try out someone else now and then?

Looking at the clock for the umpteenth time, I realized that as much as I�d have 
loved to stretch this out to fill the entire morning we DID have a plane to 
catch so it was time to get things moving along.  Enough of being subtle, I 
started to rock on his cock, bouncing my bottom against his crotch as I fucked 
his dick. 

�What the f....!� I heard him say without opening his eyes.  Then those lovely 
brown eyes cracked open and then suddenly popped wide open as he came to realize 
what was being done to him.

�Oh God.... you are so amazing,� he sighed as his head went back against the 
pillow and I felt his hips lift up to match with my movements.

It only took a few more seconds before he was totally awake.  Bunching a pillow 
under his head, he looked down to where he could watch his dick as it appeared 
and then disappeared as I sank down onto him and took him inside of me.  My 
boobs were bouncing as I got into a rhythm and he even grunted a couple of times 
when I especially dropped down onto him just a little bit harder.

�Damn girl, take it easy,� he groaned as I literally dropped my entire weight 
down onto his crotch, driving his dick like a piston deep inside of me.

I heard him but it didn't really matter to me.  I LOVED the feeling as he thrust 
hard and fast into me.  That was part of the reason why I like to be on top - so 
I can control the pace and depth based on how I am feeling at the time.  When I 
first mounted him I preferred it slow and shallow but the more I fucked him the 
harder, faster and deeper I wanted him in me until finally we would both cum. 

That was when he came in me.  My pussy was suddenly flooded with my husband�s 
sperm, making it�s way up inside of me on its futile journey.  I smiled to 
myself as I imagined how someday that sperm would be allowed to reach it�s goal 
and produce our children but not this morning - this was just for fun. Maybe in 
a year or so....

When he finished I dropped down onto his chest, my boobs pressing into him as we 
both laid their breathing heavily with his arms now around me, pulling me 
tightly into him.

�I love you wife,� he said with a hint of amusement in his voice.  Yes, it WAS 
something new for both of us as I responded with, �and I love you husband.�  Oh 
sure I had role-played being someone�s wife in the past but this was for real!  
It hardly seemed possible but I still loved the sound of it.

�Oh crap, we have GOT to get moving,� he said suddenly, looking at the clock for 
the first time.  Grabbing me by the waist, he rolled me off of him and hustled 
into the bathroom where I heard him lift the toilet seat and do his thing.  When 
he was finished and flushed I listened for the seat to go down... and it did!  
Good boy.  I guess living with his mother for so many years had taught him a few 
good habits.

�Hey Steve, what should I wear?� I whined as he brushed his teeth.  He mumbled 
something but I couldn't understand him with his mouth full of toothpaste so I 
waited - impatiently.  In all the hustle and bustle of the night before, I 
hadn�t even thought about not having a suitcase with me.  Sure I had my �new 
bride� bag all ready with a sexy nightie and some toiletries, not that the 
nightie lasted for very long.  But what about my clothes for the trip?

�Look in the closet,� he called out, �Your mom packed for you.�

Good news, bad news.  At least I had SOMETHING but what had my mother packed me?  
It could go either way when it came to her.  Now had Steve said my Aunt Linda 
had packed me then I would�ve known there wouldn�t have been much in the 
suitcase except some naughty bikinis and sexy shorts - definitely no bras or 
panties.  My mom might have done the same but then again she might have gone in 
a more conservative direction as well - after all she WAS my mother and as 
outrageous as she could be at times there were days when I felt she was 
overprotective of me, especially now that I was 26.

The suitcase was new, evidently a present from someone for our honeymoon.  It 
wasn't all that large either - maybe we would have to check it but that would 
depend on what type of plane we flew on as to whether or not it would fit in the 
overhead of a plane.  Whatever was in it, there wasn't much of it. 

�We can buy more clothes when we get there if you need them,� Steve said from 
behind me rubbing his still bare crotch in against my butt as I looked at the 
small suitcase.  There was no doubt from the feel of him behind me that he was 
erect again.  Hmmmmmm, if he wasn't careful we might never make it to the plane!

�I suppose that depends on where we�re going,� I said, not even trying to 
conceal the burning question in my mind.  Where the heck WERE we going anyway?

�Check out the front pocket,� he said, patting me playfully on my bottom as he 
turned and headed for the shower.

Sure enough, inside the front pocket of the suitcase was a plain white envelope 
which I carefully opened to find two plane tickets.  Hmmmmmm, final destination 
- Costa Maya, Mexico.  Where the heck was THAT?  Like, I could read that it was 
in Mexico but that didn't exactly narrow it down at all.  I�d been to Cancun 
once for spring break but that was years ago and the only thing I saw then was 
the road from the airport to the strip and then the beach outside the hotel so 
it wasn't like I�d had the grand tour of our neighbor to the south.

Then I noticed a larger vanilla folder also tucked into the front pocket and 
took it out.  Inside were a few travel brochures and some printouts from various 
Internet sites. 

   �Costa Maya is the section of the Caribbean coast of Mexico running from Sian 
   Ka�an Biosphere south to the town of Xcalak, near the Belize border. Just 
   north of the fishing village of Majahual (also spelled Mahahual), in the 
   heart of Costa Maya, cruise lines have erected a pier and carved out a piece 
   of the jungle to build an artificial Mexican coastal village. Surrounded by 
   jungle, this primitive setting offers a vast expanse of natural scenery.�

There was a map and I saw it was quite a ways south of Cancun.  It didn't look 
all that populated so I looked through the brochures until I saw one for an inn.

   �Explore Costa Maya in one of our comfortable beach front cabana, ocean front 
   rooms and large sea- view rooms. Boutique style hospitality and seclusion 
   that can't be found on the crowded Cancun hotel zone, noisy hotels of Playa 
   del Carmen and the Riviera Maya or even Tulum. Contact us- we personally 
   answer all reservation inquiries from our hotel office on the beach of Costa 
   Maya.  We are  30 minutes north of Mahahual (also spelled Majahual) and the 
   Costa Maya Port, Mexico's 2nd most popular cruise ship destination. Get the 
   quiet and seclusion that you want yet still take advantage of Costa Maya and 
   Mahahual activities. Check our Guest Book and Guest Photos to see what others 
   are saying.�

Sounded interesting...  Looking at the tickets I saw we would arrive before 2:00 
so it must have been a direct flight to Cancun.  That was much better than the 
last time when I�d had to rot in a boring Houston airport for hours waiting for 
a connecting flight and then again in Atlanta on the way home.  I wondered how 
long it would take us to get to our destination when I read further into the 
brochure...

   �The drive from Cancun airport to Mayan Beach Garden takes about 4.5 hours -- 
   but there are several things to do along the way, from the Crocozoo, to the 
   Mayan Ruin of Tulum, to the little town of Felipe Carrillo Puerto -- so plan 
   on making a day of it. If your flight arrives in the afternoon, plan on 
   spending the night in Playa del Carmen, Akumal, Tulum or Paamul and enjoy the 
   drive.�

Wow, four to five hours!  It sounded like we had a long day ahead of us.


Chapter 2 - Sunday - Mile High
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One way or another we eventually did make it to the airport.  I�d wanted to stop 
by my dad� house to thank him for helping Steve set up what was already looking 
to be a wonderful honeymoon.  However, Steve was worried that we were running 
late and were already in danger of missing our flight being it was international 
and the check-in times were more restrictive.  He mentioned something about 
�getting up late due to some nymphomaniac needing attention� which I let run in 
one ear and out the other.  Yeah, like he didn't enjoy every minute of it!

We ran to the gate and just made it, being among the last to board.  Well, being 
five minutes early was better than being one minute late so we quickly took our 
seats.  Wow, I�d never flown in first class before.  For that matter, I had not 
flown all that much period but when I had, it had always been in Coach Class.  
Well, this wasn�t actually true first class but the seats up front were upgraded 
so there were only two seats on each side of the aisle meaning no middle seat - 
and no partner to either side of me either other than my husband.  There was 
also more leg room which Steve appreciated.

After much debate I had ended up wearing my �Just Married� t-shirt which my mom 
had so thoughtfully packed for me along with a pair of new white shorts which 
fit my ass like a tight glove.  It seemed to please Steve even more than me that 
I got a lot of looks as we walked through the airport and then from the people 
on the plane as we boarded.  Hmmm, I wondered what was getting more attention, 
my braless boobs poking out against the words �Just Married� spelled out in 
sequins or my ass that was barely contained in the shorts?  The only other thing 
I was wearing besides some jewelry were new flip flops which promised to be MUCH 
more comfortable than heels on such a long trip, although I knew from past 
experience that the heels DID make my ass look even better in these shorts.

�So just married I take it?� the flight attendant greeted us.  I wanted to saw 
something like, �So you can read?� but she meant well and I was in WAY too good 
of a mood to be the least bit snarky with her.  Then she asked if we would like 
a little champagne as it would still be a few minutes before we left the gate.  
An ice cold Diet Coke would have actually been better so far as I was concerned 
but we graciously accepted her offer.

Soon we were in the air with me holding Steve�s hand in a death grip - partly 
because I liked to hold his hand but mostly because I really don�t enjoy 
takeoffs.  Our hands rested on his lap which allowed me the pleasure of feeling 
the warmth and bulge of his crotch through his shorts.  There wasn't enough 
privacy in the open cabin to do much more but it still felt good just knowing 
his wonderful dick was so close to my hand.

Steve was seated on the aisle after graciously offering me the window seat so 
that I could look outside and watch the scenery.  He had a lot more experience 
flying than me and claimed that the view was boring to him but I was fascinated 
to see the state I�d driven through so many times flashing by below me.  Before 
long we were passing over parts of the country I�d never seen - from the air or 
the ground.  We had a few hours to get to Cancun so I leaned back my seat and 
rested my head on my lover�s shoulder.  I found myself toying with the new 
feeling on my finger.  It had taken me months to grow accustomed to the 
engagement ring and now I had TWO rings on my finger.  Well, if I had anything 
to say about it they would never come off.

Steve had struck up a conversation with another couple that looked to be about 
our age in the seats across the aisle.  Like us, the guy was seated on the aisle 
with what I was guessing was his wife over by the window.  Other than the row 
ahead of us, there weren�t that many other people around as the attendant had 
drawn the curtain separating us �elite� passengers from the commoners in the 
back of the plane (just kidding).  Still, I have to admit that it DID make me 
feel a little self-important.

�No we haven�t.  This is actually our first flight together,� Steve was saying 
to his new buddy next door.  I�d dozed off just a bit so I had not a clue as to 
what they was talking about but now he had my interest.  Hmmm, what hadn�t we 
done?�

�Well, it�s not as easy as they make it seem in the movies,� the other guy was 
saying.  What the heck were they talking about?

�Yeah I can imagine,� Steve agreed, �Plus they don�t seem all that private.�

�I wouldn�t sweat it. I don�t think anyone here would say anything,� the guy 
offered.

�I doubt she�d go for it anyway... she�s pretty conservative.�

Go for WHAT?  As for being conservative, now I was wondering who he was talking 
about as it couldn�t be me!  If there were two words I never heard in the same 
sentence it was �Kelly� and �conservative�.

�Yea, Monika was the same way but you know, it really got our honeymoon started 
out on the right foot.  It was like once the dam broke... well, you know what I 
mean.�

They both chuckled like two conspirators. Typical guys.  I nudged Steve in the 
hip whispering, �OK buster, so what�s the story?�

Steve just tried to ignore me and instead he turned back to the guy sort of 
laughing and said, �She just woke up I guess... wants to know what we�re talking 
about.�

Well HELLO, I�m right here!  I wanted to say.  He was talking like I couldn't 
hear what he was saying.

�I say just do it... don�t tell her until you get in there and then see what 
happens.�

�Nawwwwww, I couldn't do that to her, she might freak out,� Steve resisted.

�Hey, it�s your honeymoon so go for it... make a memory.�

Something was going on here so what was it?  Whatever it was, for some reason 
Steve didn't want to reveal too much about me, that much was obvious.  I don�t 
care what it was, Steve would have a hard time freaking me out about much of 
anything so long as it didn't involve animals, anal, torture or poop.

I felt Steve shrug his shoulders and then he sat up straight as the flight 
attendant checked in on us.  She offered more champagne but we politely refused.  
Steve said he was going to have to drive five hours or so when we got there 
which eventually led to another discussion between him and his new friend about 
places to stay and things to see in the Costa Maya region. Any more discussions 
about whatever it was they were talking about seemed to have gone by the 
wayside.

About half-way through our trip my bladder began to remind me why I normally 
don�t drink champagne.  Feeling the urge growing stronger, I nudged Steve who 
had started to doze off as well and explained that I needed to use the little 
girl�s room.

�Ummmmm, I hate to be the one break the news to you Kelly but little boys and 
girls share the same room on here.�

OK smart ass, I had to GO so enough of the wisecracks.  I playfully punched him 
and he stood up in the aisle to let me pass.  Finally I made my way to the front 
where the flight attendant was getting some snacks ready for us.

�So was the wedding last night?� she asked.

I grinned and gave her the brief rundown.  As bad as I had to pee I still 
couldn't pass up the chance to brag about my wedding to whoever would lend an 
ear.  Finally I turned to open the door to the restroom and when I stepped 
inside I felt the door pull from my hands as Steve pushed his way inside and 
somehow managed to shut the door behind us. 

�Steve, I really DO have to go,� I implored him.  There was barely enough room 
for ONE person to pee in here without a guy the size of Steve squeezed in as 
well.

�Then hurry up and go and quit whining about it,� he teased me.

If there�s one fetish I do NOT have, that would be I get absolutely no pleasure 
or kick out of peeing in front of people or seeing other people pee.  If 
anything it just flat out grosses me out.  Steve will just stop anywhere, whip 
it out and piss any time he feels the needs but I will cramp and do whatever it 
takes to await the security, comfort and cleanliness of a modern bathroom.  
Still, ever notice how much more you have to go when you�re just about to do it?  
It�s almost impossible to stop once that train leaves the station so I huffed 
and pushed down my shorts and sat down with my legs between Steve�s as he leaned 
back against the door to give me as much room as possible. 

�You know something? You�re insane,� I sighed as I did my thing and wiped myself 
clean.  I reached to flush but Steve held my arm.

�Not yet, I don�t want anyone to think you�re done yet.�

OK, earth to Kelly.  Finally it dawned on me what the two of them had been 
talking about back in the main cabin.  Well, well, so Steve wanted to join the 
mile high club (at least I assumed he wasn�t a member yet as I wasn't).  Crap, 
there was barely room in here with the two of us to masturbate, let alone fuck!  
Who was he trying to kid?

Then I realized why he�d been saying those things to that guy.  Certainly he 
must have seen Steve sneak in with me.  Steve was just setting him up and I 
could just imagine how turned on the guy must have been to think I was somehow 
being coerced to have sex in this little room.  I almost laughed as I thought 
about how I was supposedly so conservative that I would �freak out�.  Little 
chance of THAT happening!

�Just leave your shorts down,� Steve instructed me as he undid his own shorts 
and released his dick from its prison.  Oh yeah, my horny new husband was 
already getting hard!  As it turned out, I found that it was actually quite easy 
while sitting down like this to simply lean forward and suck his cock so I 
wasted no time in doing so.

�Damn that feels so good,� he groaned.

The whole situation seemed to be really turning him on something fierce as he 
got steel hard in record time and I had the feeling if I just sucked for a 
couple of minutes - or less, he would be cumming in no time.  Did a BJ count for 
membership?  Somehow I didn't think so.  Technically oral wasn't sex anyway so 
if we were going to do this then we had to do it right.  I didn't want to have 
to embellish anything later when I told the story to my friends.

I tried to stand up but the wall curved over me preventing me from getting 
upright with Steve in the way.  Somehow I managed to twist around without 
banging TOO terribly much until I was facing away from him, leaning over as much 
as I could while balancing myself with one hand on the sink ledge.

�I guess he was right, this IS a little awkward,� Steve chuckled as he tried to 
work his dick into me.

It turned out that getting everything in the right place was the real work as 
once he was in me things went easier after that.  Steve reached under me and 
then under my t-shirt to cup my bare boob in his hand as he held my hip with the 
other while he banged me.  With the limited space he couldn't really be as 
forceful as I would have liked but it was getting the job done nonetheless.  
Considering I hadn�t cum this morning, I was horny as hell and this time I was 
determined to be the first.

�Fuck me Steve... fuck me,� I gasped as I reached with my free hand to my crotch 
and rubbed my clit as he fucked me. 

I thought of all the people just outside the door.  Was there someone waiting, 
bouncing from foot to foot as they struggled to control their bladder while we 
hogged the toilet?  Actually I would�ve been more than happy to do it on our big 
seats than in this little cramped space but somehow I doubted that the flight 
attendant would�ve gone for such a breach of protocol.

As orgasms went it wasn�t at the top of the scale but it sufficed.  I shuddered 
as I came while Steve�s dick maintained it�s steady piston motion in and out of 
me.  With all the difficulties and the distractions I don�t think he even 
realized I was cumming as he had his own orgasm going just after mine started, 
flooding my pussy with his sperm as I came even harder.

�Fuck, that was wild,� he gasped as he pulled out of me. I reached for some 
paper towels and wiped myself as clean as I could.  Squeezing down, I did my 
best to push out all his cum so I wouldn't have this big wet spot between my 
legs later as we walked through the airport.  If I could have worn a sign that 
said �wet from sex� it wouldn�t have been so bad but my fear was that people 
would think I�d peed myself.  Again, not my fetish.

We eventually got ourselves straightened up and then Steve kissed me before 
unlocking the door behind us.  I had no idea what - or who, would be waiting for 
us but as it turned out nobody was there.  Even the flight attendant had 
disappeared, either in the cockpit or to the rear of the plane to get something.  
Then again, maybe she had realized what was going on and had moved away so as 
not to be held responsible should anyone say anything.

Smiling broadly, we made our way back to our seats and then to my surprise, the 
guy sitting across from us started to clap, then the other three guys in the 
front row did as well.  I noted neither of the two women did but that was 
understandable.  Probably just jealous.

�Welcome to the club,� our new friend greeted us as we took our seats.

I got in first as Steve high-fived the other guy.  Pretending I didn't hear or 
notice, I turned sideways to look out the window, doing my best to ignore the 
post-orgasm pulses that were still emerging from my swollen and wet pussy.  
Checking myself out, I noted a small wet spot emerging between my legs and 
sighed.  It seemed no matter how hard you try there�s always that last little 
bit you can�t clean up.

Soon the curtain parted and our attendant was back.  Once again she offered us 
drinks, but this time she seemed to be looking more at me than Steve with a 
mischievous smile on her face.  As a professional I understood she couldn't come 
right out and say anything but there was that knowing look in her eyes that told 
me all I needed to know.  Yeah, she knew what we�d been doing, that was for 
sure.

Finally we landed and as I walked past the attendant I thanked her for all her 
hospitality.  She smiled and informed us that our membership cards would be in 
the mail.  She caught me a little off guard and told me she was just teasing but 
then I finally got the joke.  Then I winked at her and off we went to get our 
bags and go through Customs.


Chapter 3 - Sunday - Beach Sex
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The trip from the Cancun airport to where we were staying actually took us six 
hours - on top of the hour and a half it took to get out the airport and rent a 
Jeep.  I wasn't too sure about the Jeep thing but Steve said we would be going 
through a lot of areas with less than perfect roads so he felt more comfortable 
with something that wouldn�t get bogged down.  Seeing how once we left the 
airport and turned south I was immediately on road I�d never been on before, the 
entire trip was a new experience for me.

On the way down, I read more from the brochure about where we would be 
staying...

   �There is a good coral head about 100 yards from the shore with a lot of fish 
   of many varieties. We have marked with a buoy so that you can find it and so 
   that boats don't run into it.�
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Now THAT sounded interesting.  I had snorkeled once in the Keys while attending 
a friend�s wedding and tat had turned out to be pretty interesting - at a number 
of different levels.  Continuing on...

   �Mexico uses 110, the same power type and outlets as the US. Because we are 
   solar powered, the lights are low voltage, water is solar heated and the fans 
   run off batteries that are charged by the sun. We run a generator for about 5 
   hours a day in order to do our laundry. This subsidizes the solar power and 
   provides power to a 110 outlet in each cabana. This outlet only works when 
   the generator is running -- usually in the morning. This is the only time 
   that you will be able to use hair dryers or recharge batteries.�

No hair driers?  Generators?  Sounded a little primitive to me.

   �If you do venture from the dockside development, a trip to nearby Uyumil Che 
   (nicknamed the Monkey Farm) can be entertaining. This facility can best be 
   described as a rehab center for injured wild animals, or discarded pets that 
   need to be reinstated to their natural habitat. Bird watchers are delighted 
   with the number of toucans that can be spotted from the nearby jungle. Less 
   than an hour away is Chinchorro Reef Underwater National Park. The world�s 
   second largest barrier reef that protects most of the Costa Maya shoreline is 
   a treasure for divers and snorkelers. Sunken ships abound and the coral reef 
   is magnificent.�

A monkey farm?  I mean like real monkeys?  That one we could skip but the reef 
sounded really cool.  Sunken ships?  WAY cool.

Steve had borrowed my dad�s GPS who had bought and downloaded the maps for 
Mexico before handing it over.  We probably could have found our way as there 
weren�t really all that many options when it came to roads - or at least paved 
major highways.  The one thing I hated were the ridiculous speed bumps.  Oh my 
god, who was the crazy lunatic that put those in?  We�d be going 60 miles per 
hour and if you didn't see the other drivers stopping and missed the sign you 
could be killed.  Speed BUMPS?  More like speed MOUNTAINS.  Calling them bumps 
is like saying my friend Beth has bumps on her chest (they�re DD�s).

Although I�d heard things about the security, or lack of it, in Mexico, the only 
time I really felt scared was when we were stopped out in the middle of nowhere 
for a security check.  I guess they were checking for drugs which thankfully I 
knew we didn't have.  We were just driving along without a soul in sight and 
then someone had strung this huge rope across the road which practically threw 
the stiff Jeep into the ditch.  A tent had been set up with these kids (I mean 
they couldn�t have been even eighteen) armed with what looked like automatic 
rifles started asking questions.  Unfortunately I don�t think they understood a 
word of English and my Spanish is totally rusty.  They made us get out while 
they searched the Jeep but I think it was more so they could stare at my ass 
than any need for us to get out of the way since they never even looked under 
the seats.  Other than that the trip was rather uneventful.

For most of the trip I cursed the Jeep.  It rode more like a tank and my ass was 
sore as hell after just a couple of hours.  The roads were actually pretty good 
so I was questioning the wisdom of choosing our current mode of transportation 
until we were about two miles from our final destination (as the GPS was 
saying).  Then the road disappeared and what remained was a wide clearing in the 
jungle with HUGE potholes filled with water that you had no idea how deep they 
were until the Jeep plunged into them.  I guess we might have made it with a car 
but for the first time I was glad we had out trusty Jeep to wade through this 
so-called �road�.

We finally made it to the inn and to my pleasant surprise it didn't look 
primitive at all.  In fact it looked rather elegant.  Sure it was small but I 
already had expected that from the photos in the brochure.  I noted there were a 
couple of other rental cars parked so evidently we wouldn�t be alone.  By now it 
was past 8:00 PM and getting dark so we grabbed our stuff and went in through 
the front gate.

The inn was quite homey with no formal front desk or anything like that.  
Instead it was more like we were visitors at someone�s home.  We were greeted by 
Maria who turned out to be a tall older women who hailed from northern Maine 
with a wicked accent.  Later she would tell us the story behind how she and her 
husband had moved here and started up the inn but for now she welcomed us and 
showed us to our cabana.

OH MY GOD!  Talk about heaven on earth and romance in the air!  There were three 
cabanas, each facing the ocean which was like thirty steps away.  Maria 
mentioned that Hurricane Dean had pretty much wiped them out a few years back so 
everything was rebuilt and still fairly new.  A large covered porch with a 
hammock greeted us and then inside was a simple but well-kept room with a large 
bed and a small kitchenette.  The bathroom was rather open except for a curtain 
over the shower.  I noted that there wasn't even a ledge between the floor and 
the shower floor but the pitch was such that the water must go straight to the 
drain.  No bathtub but that was fine - we had an entire ocean within a stone�s 
throw from us.  I listened to the waves crashing and the silence of the beach.  
It was SOOOOO romantic.  Maria handed Steve the key and as soon as she was gone 
I turned to Steve and hugged him hard.

�Oh Steve, this is so perfect.  I love you so much!�

Maria had mentioned that dinner was still available and that the other couples 
were gathered for drinks if we wanted to stop by and get something before they 
closed things down for the night.  I was famished so we dropped our things on 
the bed and headed to the main house.  Before we went thought there was one 
thing I HAD to do.  Leaving my flip flops on the porch, I ran barefoot to the 
beach and tested the ocean water with my toes.  It was perfect!  I moved in so 
the water was about to my knees and then quickly moved out again as a wave 
threatened to soak my shorts.  Satisfied, I ran back to Steve and kissed him 
again.

�Sorry, just had to do that.�

Steve just hugged me and we walked with our arms around each other to the house 
where a large screened-in room with candles for light was set up.  Maria�s 
husband was there with two other couples.  In the dim light I thought for a 
moment that one of the couple was the pair that sat across us from the plane but 
that would have been too surreal - and as it turned out not to be the case.  
Beside Maria and her husband we were the only Americans with an older couple in 
from Germany and the younger ones, about our age I would say, from Australia.  
The German woman spoke excellent English while her husband didn't seem to be as 
fluent.  The Aussies of course spoke English but the Australian version which 
even by the end of the week I still had a hard time understanding at times.

Maria introduced us and added in that we were newlyweds to which everyone 
clapped and congratulated us.  It was so pleasant, not at all like checking into 
some giant impersonal hotel with fake people at the bar.  Everyone was friendly 
and open and treated us like we�d know each other all our lives.

The food was excellent - as I found for the rest of the week to be the standard 
for the inn.  An older Mexican women came in each day to do all the cooking and 
everything was prepared in a kitchen in the back.  Finally we decided to call it 
a night as it had been a LONG day and there was much to do in the few days we 
had left.

Back in our cabana, Steve closed the curtains but left the window open.  I noted 
there were screens in the windows.  I had no idea if insects were an issue or 
not but we WERE out in the middle of nowhere, or so it seemed, so God only knew 
what might come crawling or slithering into the room at night.  Images of the 
monkey farm signs we had passed on our way in came to mind...

Steve moved our suitcases off to a table in the room.  We both stripped and then 
he pulled back the covers.  Well, he might be ready for bed but I had other 
ideas.

�Let�s check out the beach,� I said, wringing my hands like a little girl 
begging her parents to hurry and come out to the living room on Christmas 
morning. 

�It�s dark Kelly,� he protested, �And we haven�t unpacked our suitcase yet and 
to be honest, I�m bushed after everything today.�

�Who needs bathing suits?� I replied mischievously, �C�mon, last one in the 
water has to shower last.�

I used the shower order as a reward because Maria had warned us that they used 
solar heaters for the hot water so at night once the hot water was gone it was 
gone until the middle of next day or so.  Being second to shower took on a whole 
new meaning!

Without waiting for him to respond I scampered out the door completely naked.  
There were no lights outside, just the moon overhead as I ran to the water�s 
edge.  It took only a few seconds but still I barely made it before Steve even 
with the unfair head start I�d given myself.  Holding hands, we made our way 
quickly out into the water.  I could feel some sort of grass with my feet now 
and then but mostly the beach seemed clear of rocks and anything too yucky. 

�Mmmmmmm, now THIS is heaven,� I sighed as he grabbed me and pulled my wet naked 
body into his.  We kissed and I tasted salt water on his lips but I didn't care.  
We were in the ocean all alone, totally naked with the moon overhead out in the 
middle of nowhere in Mexico.  What more could I have ever dreamed for the first 
night of our honeymoon?

�You know, I�ve never had sex on a beach,� I said to him as we kissed and 
fondled one another with the water up to my waist.  Mow that my eyes were 
accustomed to the dark the light from the moon was almost like a lamp overhead. 
It was almost enough that I could have read a book!

I looked back towards the beach and didn't see anyone.  I had no idea how long 
the other couple would keep drinking and talking but they hadn�t seemed to be 
inclined in the least to be leaving when we�d said our goodbyes.  Besides, I got 
the idea they were pretty open-minded based on some of the innuendos they�d 
mentioned once they learned we were honeymooners. 

�Why not?� Steve replied with a grin.  

Back at the water�s edge I learned the real reason why I�d beaten Steve to the 
water�s edge.  A large beach towel lay just beyond the waterline where he must 
have dropped it on his way to chase after me.  Hmmm, so my hubby must have had 
some ideas of his own already!  I was actually quite thankful as I wasn�t 
relishing the idea of getting sand in places where it really didn�t belong.

For the next half hour or so, maybe even an hour, Steve and I made love on the 
beach.  Yes, we made love.  Steve wasn't my boyfriend anymore, not even my 
fiance.  He was my husband and I was his loving and adoring wife.  For the first 
time in my life I came to understand what the term �make love� really meant.  
Sure we�d had sex the night before and even early this morning and yet again on 
the plane.  Those were fun times and I certainly enjoyed them but what we did on 
that beach towel at the very edge of the water as the waves came crashing in was 
like nothing I�d ever experienced in my entire life.

Not only did I make love for the first time, but I learned a whole new meaning 
to the concept of submission.  Yes, I�ve always said that I submit myself to my 
father but that is because of my biblical obligations to him as his daughter - 
the �honor thy parents� thing.  I have never resented those duties, nor would I 
have changed anything even if I could have.  Even so, it was something I was 
born into without really being given any choice in the matter - you can choose 
your friends but not your family.  You could also say it is sort of like a 
princess becoming a queen.  Granted she is most likely pleased to do it but it�s 
not like she did anything to earn it or had any choice in the matter.

There in the moonlight Steve took me in his powerful arms, picked me up and then 
slowly lowered me to the beach.  It was like at that moment I truly became 
married to him.  Oh sure we had the official paperwork and been through the 
ceremony but it was at this one special moment in time that the magic happened. 
It wasn't something I was waiting for or even anything I�d ever thought about.  
Up until now in my mind I was married to him the moment I said, �I do�.

Yes, SOMETHING special happened.  I can�t even really explain it.  As I felt 
myself held in his arms, then the gentleness as he laid me on my back, and then 
that special feeling as he quickly entered me without saying a word or touching 
me in any other way, it was like I was transported to another world.

�Oh Steve, take me.... I�m all yours.... I love you so much,� I said before even 
thinking about it as he plunged deeper into me, silently fucking me as nothing 
but the sound of the waves broke the silence.  Yes indeed, at that moment I 
truly DID give myself to him, totally and irrevocably.  I surrendered my very 
essence to him, complete and total submission but not in any sense of bondage or 
domination but rather as his wife, as his friend and partner for life. 

Those were the only words spoken as we made love out in the open in front of God 
and the entire world.  We moved from position to position, as if we just knew 
what the other wanted and when they wanted it. Finally I was on my back again as 
he thrust himself again and again deep inside of me.  I sighed out loudly, my 
third or fourth orgasm rising from deep inside of me like a volcano eruption.  
My legs wrapped around him tightly as my ankles locked and I pulled him into me 
as my body felt like it was on fire yet at the same time I was covered with 
goose bumps.

Finally he came inside of me, spilling load after load of his sperm into me, 
mating me as he took me as he so well deserved.  Gripping me tightly, he rolled 
over so I was on top of him but never letting his cock slip from my pussy.  We 
laid for what seemed forever, panting and dazed.

�Oh my god Steve... what did we do?� I gasped as it seemed every pore of my body 
was tingling with pleasure.

�I don�t know but THAT was incredible,� he replied softly and then we kissed.  
He was still inside of me and I could feel him stirring in me. My body was 
certainly ready for more but I don�t think emotionally I was able to take it any 
further.  Somehow everything just seemed soooooo... perfect.  For maybe the 
first time in my life I felt satisfied sexually - I mean totally satisfied.

�I don�t want you to ever pull out of me... I want you to stay in me forever,� I 
whispered as we kissed yet again and I felt him pull me in even tighter with his 
strong arms around me. 

Sooner or later of course it had to end and reluctantly we parted.  I tried to 
stand but almost fell and probably would have had Steve not held me up.

�Hang on there lover,� he chuckled.  Yeah, easy for him to say.  I was the one 
walking bowlegged!

We slowly made our way back to the cabana.  We were both still naked but somehow 
that didn't worry me.  It was like that was how we SHOULD be at this moment.  To 
be clothed would have just taken some of the intimacy away. 

As we stepped into our cabana I noticed a small light coming from one of the 
others.  I didn't hear anything but I didn�t remember seeing the light on 
before.  Had one of the other couples returned while we were making love?  It 
would have been virtually impossible NOT to have seen us being the shoreline was 
so close; not to mention I know there were a few times I had to have been heard 
over the waves. 

Oh well, who cares?  I�d just spent maybe the most special time in my entire 
life and if anything I wanted the whole world to know about it!


Chapter 4 - Monday - Visiting the Ruins
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The next morning we somehow managed to wake up and get to breakfast.  Thankfully 
they served until 8:30 and we made it with fifteen minutes to spare.  I had just 
thrown on a simple bikini with a sheer wrap around my waist while Steve wore 
some shorts and t-shirt.  The older German couple were still there but there was 
no sign of the younger Australians.

�Have a good night?� Maria greeted us.  We just smiled at first and then Steve 
assured her that everything was going well so far.  She seemed to hesitate and 
then added, �You know, I probably should have mentioned this but you might want 
to be careful about going in the water after dusk.  That�s when the smaller fish 
come in which means dinner time for the larger ones.�

My heart skipped a beat for two reasons.  First, what exactly did she mean by 
�larger� fish or for that matter larger what?  Second, how did she even know 
we�d been in the water as all told we were actually the ocean only for a short 
while?  She didn't offer any details and I wasn't about to ask.  Some things are 
better left unsaid.

While we ate breakfast Maria sat down with us and offered some advice on where 
to go so as to maximize our short stay.  I was a bit overwhelmed at all the 
activities there was to do within just a day�s round trip drive and to think we 
only had three full days.  One thing that caught my eye were the Mayan ruins, 
especially with all the flurry of late about 2012 and the end of the world 
stuff.  It wasn't that I believed any of it, but it was interesting all the 
same.  Maria offered us two options.

The largest and perhaps one of the most famous sites in Yucatan Mexico was 
called Chichen Itza.  According to the brochure, eighteen structures have been 
restored over the years. Pyramid Kukulcan is the tallest of them and allows a 
view from the top of all Chichen Itza. During the Spring and Fall equinoxes, the 
setting sun creates shadows down the steps of the pyramid that resemble a snake 
descending.  Maria explained that this was a popular event and usually draws big 
crowds so it was probably good that it was still several weeks away.  It sounded 
interesting but was quite a drive, too far for today being we were getting 
started so late.

The other recommendation Maria had for us was Cob� which was suppose to be one 
of the most important archaeological sites in the area.  I read that it was 
built between two lakes during the Classic Period (600-900 A.D.) and was at one 
time a very large city spread over 80 square kilometers. The main pyramid, 
Nohoch Mul meaning 'large hill', is 42 meters tall (138 feet) and is the highest 
in the Yucatan peninsula. Another pyramid known as Templo de la Iglesia, (Temple 
of the Church), is second in height at Cob� and from its summit there is a 
spectacular view of a nearby lake.  The good news was that it was only a couple 
of hours away.  Maria also told us that it was that being so far from Cancun it 
was much less crowded plus they allowed people to climb one of the pyramids - 
something that had been stopped at Chichen Itza a few years back due to the 
damage being done to the pyramid by tourists.

Maria offered to have box lunches prepared for us while we got ready to go so we 
wouldn�t have to worry about where we ate or be stuck paying exorbitant tourists 
prices.  She was so helpful and personal and again I thought about how much 
better this was than staying at a large chain hotel.

Maria also recommended that I wear shorts instead of the bikini I was wearing at 
the moment.  She noted that while most anything was tolerated in places like 
Cancun, most of Mexico was more conservative and I would probably find people 
more helpful if I didn't overly flaunt myself.  She laughed when she saw the 
downcast expression on my face and assured me I didn't have to wear TOO much.  
She seemed to have me all figured out already and we�d been there just over 
twelve hours.

Back in our cabana I selected a nice pair of red shorts that covered my butt but 
still left just about all my tanned legs exposed. I thought about sticking with 
the bikini top but I hadn�t found any in the suitcase that didn't fall in the 
�slut� category.  Evidently my mom assumed I�d be flaunting myself all week.  
There was a cute little camisole that I hadn�t seen before which she must have 
bought for me.  It was white with pink letters saying �bride� outlined by some 
glitter-like highlights.  It looked way too small but it stretched out and 
actually held my boobs in tightly which helped support me as there wasn't a 
single bra - or pair of panties for that matter, in the suitcase.  I giggled a 
little to myself about that.  That was so like my mom!

My plans were that for the time being I would stick with my flip-flops but Maria 
warned us to pack good shoes as we would be doing a lot of walking and if we 
decided to climb the pyramid then solid shoes were a must as it wasn't exactly 
built to be tourist-friendly.  Fortunately my mom had packed a pair of sneakers 
so I grabbed them and put them in a bag along with some toiletries and a roll of 
toilet paper - another Maria recommendation which would later prove to be a 
life-saver. 

Once we were ready we stopped by the kitchen where the cook had our lunches 
ready along with some bottles of water in a plastic bag with some ice around it.  
Maria wished us a good trip and warned about not drinking anything that wasn't 
in a sealed container - and no ice either while we were on the road.  I hadn�t 
thought about the no-ice policy but once she mentioned it then it made perfect 
sense. 

As we drove I was a bit surprised at how few cars we encountered.  The Cancun 
area had been packed but down here it was much more relaxed and quiet.  We would 
pass through towns where things would pick up but between them there were only a 
few cars with more trucks that anything.  I also noted that we passed several 
tour buses which apparently were bringing people out from the cruise ships that 
pulled into the town that was near our inn.

Once other thing about the Jeep - it didn't exactly offer much privacy.  Had we 
been in a car I might have teased Steve a bit but I was acutely aware of Maria�s 
warnings about being too slutty while in public.  The LAST thing I wanted was to 
be in a foreign country, especially Mexico, and get in any kind of trouble with 
the police.  As fun as things might have been, nothing was worth that kind of 
risk.

We finally found our way in a small town where we wound around to the entrance.  
There was a large gravel parking lot with the entrance to the ruins at the one 
end with one side filled by a number of vendors selling their wares.  Steve 
found a tree to park the Jeep under so it wouldn�t be quite as broiling hot when 
we got back.  I slipped on some white anklets and put on my sneakers, grabbed a 
bottle of water and we were ready for our first adventure in Mexico.

At the entrance we found that you had to buy tickets which was no problem.  
There had been a couple of tour buses ahead of us but they must have been there 
for a while as the line was only a few people long so all the tourists must have 
already passed through.

According to the signs, it was a good mile or more to get to the furthest ruin 
which also happened to be the one I was most interested in.  That didn�t seem 
too far but by now the sun was already getting hot and the trail wasn't exactly 
paved.  One of the first things we came across was the equivalent of a taxi 
stand except instead of motor vehicles they were large three-wheeled bicycles 
with a seat for up to three people mounted behind the driver.  They were lined 
up just like the taxis at the airport and apparently you were suppose to take 
the next one in line.   Although they all were different colors and the drivers 
varied widely in demeanor and appearances, I doubted that it really made a whole 
lot of difference in the end which one you got.  Steve paid some guy sitting in 
a small shack who then told the next guy in line to take us on our way.

OK, so maybe the Jeep isn�t the most comfortable riding means of transportation 
but it was an absolute Cadillac compared to this bike!  The path was filled with 
potholes, not all of which could be avoided.  Fortunately our driver was a young 
kid who I felt sorry for being he seemed way too small to be peddling the two of 
us.  One good thing was that he spoke excellent English and was quite the 
exuberant tour guide as he pedaled along.  Granted, I knew he would be expecting 
a tip at the end but he was well worth it as he pointed out many things we would 
have missed on our own.

Along the way we stopped at several sites which were explained in the brochure 
they�d given us at the ticket counter.  There was this large round stone that 
had been carved quite intricately which our driver pulled up next to.  He said 
something about it being the god of fertility or something like that and then he 
grinned and I saw him checking me out a bit.  Steve seemed quite excited but I 
poked him in the side to bring him back to his senses! 

Eventually we reached the end of the trail.  With all the jungle about us even 
then it was hard to see the pyramid until we were almost upon it.  Wow!  It was 
huge!  Our driver parked in an area where the bikes all seemed to be gathered.  
I saw there was a small stand set up to sell souvenirs and food so I asked our 
guide if he wanted anything to drink.  He politely refused but I insisted until 
he finally caved in and admitted he liked Diet Coke.  I laughed and told him 
that it was my favorite drink as well.  He really seemed to really appreciate it 
when I came back and gave it to him.

Steve had been taking photos with his phone and I poked him when I was ready. It 
startled him a bit and then I realized what he had been taking his last photo of 
- a couple of young girls running around while their weary parents were taking a 
rest.  Apparently they�d decided to make the hike on foot and seeing their 
exhaustion made me glad we�d chosen to pay the ten dollars (plus tip).  Besides, 
I would have sworn it was a lot more than a mile! 

�See something you like?� I teased him. 

Steve put his arm around me and gave me a kiss. �Mmmmmmm, yes, right in my 
arms.�

I playfully punched him on the shoulder.  �Don�t try and weasel your way out of 
it, I saw what was on your phone.�

Steve appeared a little embarrassed, undoubtedly more because I�d nailed him 
than for what he�d been doing.

�Hey, they�re cute so don�t let me stop you,� I tried to assure him.  

Indeed, the girls looked to be maybe ten/eleven and thirteen/fourteen, most 
likely sisters given the circumstances.  They were both wearing loose shorts 
that barely came down their thighs with tank tops that bared their midriffs.  
The younger one was just starting to show the beginning signs of puberty while 
the older one was well on her way with actual boobs, a flat stomach and legs 
that were proportionally longer than most. Both were blondes with tans that 
indicated they�d been spending a lot of time in the sun.

�So which one do you want?� I tease him some more.

Steve didn't even hesitate when he replied, �Oh the younger one for sure.  I� 
betting the older one already been broken in.�

Gee, why wasn't I surprised?  �Pervert,� I taunted him and pushed him on towards 
the pyramid.

There are some things that you either have to accept with someone or just forget 
about being with them.  In my old psychology classes, sexual deviancy was often 
discussed.  Sometimes I use to get the idea that psychiatry was nothing more 
than a scam to let guys talk about their sexual fantasies.  Still, one thing 
that was consistently drilled into us was that sexual preferences were extremely 
difficult to change once they were established.  That was the basis behind the 
sexual predator lists as it has been recognized that you can jail a man for his 
actions but you can�t change the desires and lust that caused him to act out the 
way he did. 

When it came to sex, Steve was a lot like my dad in some ways and totally 
different in others.  For instance, my dad had been into incest from the day my 
mother first revealed to him that her dad was fucking her since she�d been 
barely a teenager.  Granted, I know that even if I was to refuse to cater to his 
desires that he would still love me as much as he ever did.  Still that dark 
desire and fervent lust would always be there just under the surface, trying to 
burst out.  

On the other hand Steve refused to engage in incest and always had even when the 
opportunity was there.  His own sister practically threw herself at him when 
they were teens to which he simply ignored her. Even though there was one time 
when things got out of hand, since that day he has refused to have sex with his 
mother, even thought it�s obvious the two of them both want it. 

Where the two most important men in my life converge is their lust for young 
girls.  Neither of them was into anything extreme - no six year-olds or kinky 
stuff like that but when it came to the ten to fourteen age bracket, maybe as 
high as sixteen if they were a little immature for their age, both of them had 
the same philosophy - go for it.  My dad had always been into it based on the 
huge porn collection he maintained while I was growing up.  Still, he never 
acted on those desires out of respect for my mother�s feelings about adultery.  
Eventually he was rewarded with the virginity of his youngest niece when she was 
fourteen but there was never anything that age or younger until after the 
divorce and my Aunt Linda moved in with him.  Aunt Linda seemed to have 
connections with the right groups which is how my dad got to finally act out the 
fantasies he�d kept buried for decades.

My Aunt Linda was also responsible for �converting� my husband - who was my 
fiance at the time.  Noticing his eye for younger girls when we were out in 
public, she introduced him to the same people she had gotten my dad involved 
with and Steve was hooked!  I don�t really �blame� my aunt as had not those 
feelings and desires been already in place then nothing she did would�ve 
persuaded him to do it.

Leaving the sexy little girls behind, we walked across a grassy area to the base 
of the pyramid.  Holy crap, it looked even larger when you were standing next to 
it.  It was easy to see why Maria had warned me about the shoes.  There were no 
true �steps� to climb.  Instead, you had to work your way up the stones that 
made up the pyramid, sometimes several feet in one step.  Also important to 
remember, this was no American theme park with OSHA and such keeping you safe.  
There were no handrails whatsoever or any other type of safety devices.  On slip 
and it was a LONG way down if you landed wrong.

�You really up for this?� Steve asked me, �It�s a long ways to the top and it�s 
starting to get really hot.�

�Bet I do it better than you,� I challenged him.  Steve was actually in a LOT 
better shape than I was but I had a secret weapon to keep him behind me - my 
ass.  Talk about WMD�s, LOL.

About half-way up I was seriously questioning my sanity for choosing to do this.  
While the steps got shorter as I climbed, they became narrower as well and once 
when I was stupid enough to look down a sense of vertigo struck me and I had to 
sit down and rest my back against the pyramid.  My chest was heaving and my poor 
knees were getting a little sore from the climbing.  Steve was about two steps 
below me, taking photos of me as he�d been doing for the entire trip up.

�Flash your boobs,� he encouraged me.

�Steve!� I admonished him.  There were maybe a half dozen people in my line of 
sight below and ahead of us.  Judging from the voices there may have been two or 
three at the top as well.  Whether or not anyone could have actually seen me was 
difficult to judge but then you never know who has a telescopic lense on their 
camera or even a set of binoculars. 

�Oh come on, I�ve got a ton of your butt so lets see some T to go with the A.�

Glancing about, I grabbed the bottom of my cami with both hands, took a deep 
breath and quickly pulled it up to my neck, exposing my entire bust, then just 
as quickly pulling it back down again. 

�You gotta warn me if you�re gonna do it that fast!� he complained, playing with 
his camera to get the right shot.  �One more time, c�mon you know you love it.�

Well, I couldn't argue with THAT so once again I did a quick look-see and lifted 
it back up again.  It felt good to allow the air to caress my sweating boobs but 
after about two second I lowered it back down again.

�That was better,� he announced with a grin, check out the images on the camera.

I resumed my climb and resolved NOT to look back down again until I reached the 
top.  Finally I crawled - and I do mean crawled, over the last of the stones and 
then stood up in triumph, my arms over my head like I was in some Rocky movie at 
the top of the stairs in Philadelphia.  Steve was not far behind and when he 
finally got to the top we hugged and kissed - well away from the edge mind you!

Wow, what a view!  I tried to imagine how this must have been so many hundreds 
of years again when the Mayans built this and stood here for the first time.  It 
was positively breath-taking.  At the top was some sort of stone structure that 
was taped off with signs that said it was dangerous and not to enter.  I took 
them for their word.  The pyramid was surrounded on three sides by jungle with 
only the front being climbable, or at least by normal human beings.  Soon I 
learned that there were three people on the far side, taking photos and talking.  
It seemed to be some Russian or eastern Europe language and if they also spoke 
English they didn't volunteer any information.  Seeing the two of us seemed to 
cause them to finish up whatever they were doing and start to make their way 
down, leaving me and Steve all alone at the top.

�Now is this cool or is this cool?� I gushed, looking out over the horizon at 
the dense jungle below us.  Up this high a nice breeze was blowing and it felt 
so much better than it had down in the jungle under the trees with all the 
humidity mixed in as well.

�Actually I was thinking it was pretty hot myself,� Steve said, planting his 
hand firmly on my butt, squeezing the cheek in his grip.

�Now now, down big guy!� I joked, pretending to try to run away from him.  He 
followed me and grabbed me in his arms, pulling me in tightly to him which made 
me aware that it was definitely hot here, at least so far as his dick was 
concerned.

�Did I ever say I loved you?� he said, his intent obvious.  Whenever he started 
out with those words I knew what was not far behind...

�C�mon, let�s do it before anyone else gets up here.�  And there it was...

�You�re kidding?� I replied, feigning mock astonishment at his blatantly horny 
condition.

�Hmmmmmm, is this the same girl who was running around nude in the ocean last 
night?� he mused, �the girl who wanted it on the beach right in front of our 
neighbors?  My god, who are you and what have you done with my Kelly?�

�You�re so silly,� I sighed but I was getting just as turned on he was.

As high as we were anyone would have a hard time figuring out what we were doing 
even if we stood at the edge and they had a telescope. Being behind the 
structure effectively put us into total privacy, hundreds of feet above the 
jungle floor in the middle of the Yucatan Peninsula.

Lifting my cami up over my boobs, I twirled around for him and then I undid my 
shorts and let them hang open in front, still covering everything but offering a 
provocative hint of what was hidden a bit lower.

�Oh no, you�re not getting off THAT easy,� he chastened me, �Strip... I like my 
women naked when I fuck them, just like those Indian girls they use to sacrifice 
up here.  You just KNOW those priests had to all be pedophiles.  Why else insist 
they all be virgins?�

I didn't need remind him that while I may be able to get naked for him, I wasn�t 
a nubile young girl anymore and as for being a virgin... now THAT was funny.�

�Anyone coming?� I asked him as I pulled my cami up and over my head, laying it 
down carefully on a ledge.  It�s not like I had a backup in case the wind blew 
away what little I had to wear as it was.

�Nawwwwww, there�s that family we saw but they�re way down there.  I can't 
imagine them making it all the way anyway,� Steve said after checking again.  
Then he grinned and added, �But then again... talking about nubile young virgins 
to sacrifice...�

�Hey mister, ain�t these good enough for ya?� I asked as I cupped my now freed 
boobs in my hand and juggled them for him.  �And speaking of pussy... why worry 
about what you CAN�T have and concentrate on what you CAN?�

By then my shorts had dropped to the stone floor and I lifted them up with one 
foot and carefully secured them along with the cami, leaving me in just my 
sneakers which I had no intention of removing.  Playing the role of the naked 
sacrifice was one thing, killing my feet was another.

�Hang on, I can�t let this go by without recording it for posterity,� he urged 
me, putting his hand out to keep me at bay.  He took a few pics with his phone 
and then switched it to video mode and had me pretend to be a tour guide - 
albeit a naked naughty tour guide.

�Had enough?� I asked seductively, moving in closer to him.  Judging from the 
tent in his shorts he was ready, no doubt about THAT.

Steve undid his shorts and dropped them, leaving them in a heap as he stepped 
toward me with his hard cock pointing out at me like an ancient Mayan spear.  
Amazingly we�d gone the entire day so far without sex, something I had not 
envisioned as even being possible on our honeymoon!

�Eat me,� I whispered hoarsely to him as I put my foot up on a stone and spread 
my legs apart for him.  Like most guys, Steve sometime got too anxious to get 
his dick taken care of and would forget that I had needs as well.

Steve grinned at me and knelt on one knee in front of me, reaching around 
grabbing my butt in his hands, pulling me into his face like he was about to 
consume a watermelon. I watched as his tongue reached out and started to lick my 
clit as his nose pressed into me.

�Oh yeah... right there Steve,� I sighed as it was all I could do not to just 
jump up in the air. 

He moved down, reaching with his tongue inside my pussy while his nose rubbed on 
my clit.  One of his hands released my butt and he reached under his chin to 
push a finger into my pussy. I was soaking wet already so he put a second in me 
as he lapped my pussy slit like a cat at a bowl of milk.

God it felt so good!  I loved the feel of his face in my crotch as I looked at 
over the surrounding jungle.  I could hear voices from down further but couldn�t 
see anyone where they were at.  They sounded a long ways off so I wasn't 
worried.

�Oh my god,� I groaned as he took my clit between his teeth and gently tugged on 
it while he licked it with his tongue.  Then he put it between his lips and 
tugged on it even more.  I grabbed his head with both hands and pulled him into 
me as my orgasm made me shake.  I humped my crotch into his face, almost fucking 
his tongue as I did.

�This time I want you to fuck me,� I murmured to him as I shivered with goose 
bumps all over me, �Let me be your virgin sacrifice.�

Leaning against the structure with my back to the jungle, I moved my feet out 
away from the wall and spread them in the universal �fuck me from behind� 
position.  Indeed, it was one Steve was well acquainted with!  He was already 
hard as the stoned we were standing on and my pussy was as wet as the jungle 
below us as he moved in behind me and with no further fanfare pushed his dick up 
into the pussy that was being offered to him.

�Oh yeah, that feels soooooo good Steve,� I sighed as he began to fuck me quick 
and hard.  Steve�s hand reached round me and cupped my boobs, then grabbing onto 
them to squeeze them and caress them as his cock thrust in me time after time 
without a break.  Then after a while he pulled out of me, twisting me around and 
moving over to where a smaller stone was all by itself on the flat stone floor.

One thing good about our honeymoon was that we didn't have to teach each other 
about sex but rather could enjoy ourselves in whole different ways.  Placing my 
foot up on the rock, I spread my legs apart giving Steve full access to my 
crotch and wet pussy.  Standing in between my legs, I put my arms around his 
neck as he reentered me again, fucking me as my boobs jiggled up and down 
against his strong chest.

�Oh Steve, just look!� I sighed as I peered over his shoulder and marveled at 
the view below us.  It was like he was fucking me up in the clouds as we 
overlooked the surrounding jungle.

While I didn't want to ruin the moment, I did know that this was NOT a 
sacrificial pyramid form the brochure that Steve had refused to read.  Still, 
why break the mood with facts when the fantasy was so much more fun?  Besides, I 
was sure that there WERE pyramids such as this were ritualistic sacrifice DID 
take place and in general, it was accepted that the priests had sex with their 
virgin sacrifices just before slipping a knife between the ribs.  Well, that�s 
one method of birth control but not one I would condone.

�Damn I�m almost there,� he groaned, �Suck me... be my little Indian slave girl 
and let me cum all over you.�

Now the history books never mentioned blasting the girls� faces with cum but I 
suppose it might have been true.  Besides, I doubted that cumming on a girl is 
something invented solely by western civilizations.

Instead of subjecting my already sore knees to further abuse, I just bent them 
and squatted down in front of Steve.  He started to stroke himself but I pushed 
his hand away from his dick and took control.  There was not way we were going 
down THAT path where he jerk off at the end.  If he was going to cum, then I was 
going to be one to make him do it.

�Almost there, let me shoot it in,� he gasped as he started to pull from my 
mouth.  Well, I suppose that was a workable compromise.  Besides, he was so 
close to cumming that it would probably one be one or two strokes needed to get 
the job done.

�Oh fuck!� he groaned, almost growling actually like a caged animal. The first 
couple of shots made it safely into my mouth and onto my waiting tongue but 
after that all bets were off.  The next one landed on my forehead and then my 
boobs and the rest just went everywhere.  Typical man, can�t hit anything with 
it, not even the toilet bowl.

I was about to make some smart-ass remark about his poor aim when suddenly I 
heard voices - children voices as in young girls.  Holy crap, either time had 
gone warping by or that family was a lot more ambitious than I�d given them 
credit for being.

�Shit,� was all Steve said as he reached for his shorts while I moved quickly to 
get my own clothes.  Fortunately neither of us had much to put on which was for 
the best as no sooner than I was able to get dressed than the voices suddenly 
got louder and I realized that they�d made it to the top and must now be on the 
opposite of the roped-off structure.

Well, the good news was that Steve had cum so at least his erection would start 
to dye down rather than keep poking out as it had been not so long ago.  The bad 
news was I knew I had to look a wreck and I didn�t have so much as a hanky to 
wipe myself off with.  It was too late to do anything as the girls came 
scampering around and then stopped dead in their tracks when they saw they were 
not alone.

�Sorry, we didn't know you were here,� the older one apologized.  Yes, just as 
Steve suspected this one was no stranger to �adult� issues as she took one look 
at Steve�s crotch and then at me and immediately sized up the situation.  Her 
younger sister seemed more clueless although I had the idea that would be 
changing before much longer at the rate her sister was going.

�Suzie?  Mandy?� I heard her mother calling and then she too appeared.  If her 
daughter caught on pretty quick, her mother took only an instant to make her own 
assessment of what had been going on.  She sternly told her girls to go back to 
their father and then as soon as they were out of sight she turned to me - not 
to Steve but to me.

�Slut!� she practically spit out, �How could you do such a thing with young 
children around?�

I started to say something in my defense but she would have none of it, 
motioning for me to shut up while she dug through the bag tied around her waist, 
finally pulling out some hand wipes, the type you tore open and then tried to 
use before all the alcohol evaporated.

�here, now clean yourself off, you look disgusting.�

As I tore the first one open, she turned her wrath on Steve.  �And as for YOU, 
don�t let me see you standing in front of my daughters ever again with that... 
THING sticking out like that, hear me?�

To be honest it was all I could do to keep from bursting out laughing at her.  
Did she really think her girls were so innocent?  Well, maybe the younger one 
but certainly not the older girl.  Why was I getting the idea that mom was 
clueless about her daughters, especially the teenager?

After the third wipe I felt like I had most, if not all of Steve�s cum off of 
me.  I�d gotten lucky and his aim had been a little low so most of it was on my 
face, cheeks and chest without hitting my hair.  THAT would have been a while 
different story in terms of getting it out here and now without a shower.

�So I take it a blowjob from you is out of the question?� Steve asked her so 
innocently.  I about burst out loud laughing at his audacity. 

�You�re nothing but a sick, perverted man,� she spit out at him and then turned 
to go back to her family, leaving the two of us alone momentarily.  No sooner 
had she gotten out of sight than we both broke out in the largest of grins and 
did our best not to burst out laughing so she wouldn�t hear us.

�Let�s go you sick perverted man,� I said with a sly smile.  We made out way to 
the other side and passed the others.  The mom refused to look at us and when 
her husband started to turn to look at me she grabbed him by the arm and gave a 
look that should have turned him to stone.  She didn't have enough arms to 
control her entire family and I noticed the older daughter couldn't take her 
eyes off of Steve�s still bulging crotch.  Yep, she was looking more and more 
like a slut the more I saw of her.

If the climb up had been tiresome and difficult, it was nothing compared to the 
climb down.  The view was frightening and I knew that one wrong step and I would 
get to the bottom a lot faster than I intended.  It was a bit of an eye opener 
as I knew nothing like this would ever be allowed back home, at least not for 
the general public.

Thankfully our loyal driver was waiting for us when we returned.  By then I 
needed another drink so I bought a bottle of water at the stand before we 
started back.  As we looked back at the pyramid one last time, I could see the 
family was still at the top.  I wondered if Steve would be jerking off later 
imaging he was all alone at the top with two the young daughters and their hot 
mother.  I could only imagine what history lessons he�d be teaching her at the 
expense of her daughters� virginity!

By the time we made it back to the inn it was almost dusk already.  It was 
really my fault as I insisted that we make a number of stops at various roadside 
marketplaces to do some souvenir shopping and just general window-shopping.  One 
thing I�d caught onto real quick was that many of the places seemed to be 
nothing more than outlets for the same warehouse as I would see the same crap at 
all of them.  Still, there were a few unique stores that had some really cool 
stuff for sale.  The prices were always high to start with but with a little 
finagling you could always work it down quite a bit.  

Another thing I learned was that the women running them much preferred to 
bargain with Steve than me.  Maria had been spot on the mark when she warned me 
about being overly �showy� around the working-class Mexican women.  This was 
definitely NOT Cancun where they catered to half-naked college girls and rich 
MILFs seeking to relive their youth.  Deference and respect were the keys to 
getting what you needed out in the general population.

Back at the inn supper was being prepared so it gave us time to shower and clean 
up before we had to sit next to people after sweating all day, especially given 
the climb we made up the pyramid.  Everyone was there when it came time to call 
for supper and I sat next to the younger girl, although as it turned out 
Kathleen was a few years older than me.  Over supper I learned that she and her 
husband had spent their own honeymoon here and now they had returned to 
celebrate their fifth anniversary. 

Everyone listened politely to our tales from the day although we left a few 
parts out of course.  There was one interesting moment when I mentioned my fear 
of falling and how dangerous it was for them to allow just anyone to climb 
without anyone watching or having emergency services nearby just in case of an 
accident.

�Don�t be deceived Kelly,� Maria cut in, �Things here aren�t always as crude and 
backwards around here as they may seem.�

From there she explained how she had gone on a tour of the ruins with a local 
business club to familiarize them with the place so they could advise their 
clients.  She said she wasn't suppose to say anything about it but now that we�d 
been there and probably wouldn�t be going back it should be OK.  To my surprise 
she explained how the entire place was under 24 hour surveillance by hidden 
cameras.  Should anything happen, police or rescue crews were only minutes away 
in the nearby town by helicopter.

�So you see Kelly,� she concluded, �you really were a lot safer than you might 
have known... and a lot less private as well.�  Everyone around the table 
laughed when she added something about how many times the surveillance crews had 
watched people do all sorts of strange things when they thought nobody could see 
them.

�Something wrong Kelly,� Maria asked me as I felt the blood leave my face.

�Oh no... just too much sun I guess,� I responded weakly.

�Well you may have noticed that the locals actually cover most of their bodies 
in the sun.  It may look like they should be hotter but actually they stay much 
more comfortable than those crazy tourist running around half naked.�

She winked at me with a sly grin and everyone laughed again as they knew who 
THAT remark was addressed to.  Still, I knew she meant no harm so I didn't take 
offense.  Now I just wondered if they kept video tapes from those cameras.

Suddenly Maria�s face lit up and everyone laughed even harder this time as I sat 
there bewildered.

�Oh Kelly, you�re something else,� Maria giggled, �Don�t worry, there are no 
cameras there although there IS a helicopter nearby on standby but that�s for 
the entire area, not just the ruins.�

Even Steve was laughing and I wasn't sure if he was in on the joke or not but in 
either case he seemed to find it hilarious.  Hmmmmmm, I would have to get even 
with him sooner or late for this one!


Chapter 5 - Tuesday - Snorkeling the Wreck
==========================================
The next morning I was again the first to wake.  It was only 6:30 so I let Steve 
sleep as I got out of bed to use the toilet.  I was extra careful to wash off my 
pussy to rid it of Steve�s cum that had dried on it after we�d had sex before 
falling asleep exhausted in each other�s arms.  When I was finished I dusted 
myself lightly with some Johnson�s baby powder.  Starting back in high school 
Steve had always loved the fresh smell of it on me even more than any of the 
fancy perfumes. 

Wrapping a towel around me, I tucked in the ends into my cleavage and grabbed my 
iPad before common sense hit me.  We�d left any reception miles away and other 
than a small hot zone set up inside the inn we were cut off from all outside 
communication.  Even our cell phones were at zero bars unless you went to the 
inn�s roof and held your phone up as high as you could reach and even then it 
was barely one bar.  Frustrated, I picked up a couple travel brochures and went 
out to the porch to lay in the hammock. 

Now this was the life!  The large hammock wrapped around me like a cocoon as the 
breeze blew in off ocean smelling of seawater.  Various breeds of birds were 
flying and making all sounds of strange sounds as the waves crashed into the 
beach.  It must have been high tide as the water�s edge seemed even closer than 
it had before.  In fact, I could�ve picked up one of the sea shells on the porch 
and easily pitched it into the water.  Nobody else seemed to be stirring and it 
was like I was a million miles from civilization.  Yes... this was heaven!

As I relaxed, the door to the cabana next to ours opened and out walked 
Kathleen.  She too had a robe around her but hers was just around her waist, 
leaving her bare from the waist up.  Judging from the total lack of tan lines, 
this was obviously not something unusual for her.  Her long straight black hair 
hung down over her shoulders and down to her small breasts.  She looked 
beautiful!  She had a mug in her hand but I couldn't tell what she was drinking.  
If it was coffee then she must have already been up to the inn as there was not 
enough power in the cabanas to run a coffeemaker.

Watching Kathleen, I felt a stirring between my legs.  I could only imagine what 
might lie under that white towel.  She turned back to the door for a moment and 
I saw a hint of a tramp stamp on her lower back although it was low enough that 
the towel hid it for the most part.  Whatever was on her mind she must have 
changed it because she turned back again and this time went to the edge of the 
porch where the stairs led down to the sandy beach.  The rising sun was up 
enough to highlight her in a soft glow, further emphasizing her tan and perfect 
figure.  Whether I moved or whatever, she suddenly notice I was there and she 
waved over and called out to me.

�Good morning Kelly, I see you�re an early morning riser as well.�

I about burst out laughing at that one.  Boy, she really didn't know me, did 
she?

I replied with a good morning of my own as she walked over and stepped up on our 
porch and took a seat on one of the chairs, crossing her legs which left VERY 
little to the imagination considering she wasn't using one of the larger towels 
that were available.

�I just love it out here in the early morning,� she sighed, �So peaceful... so 
relaxing.�

I simply LOVED her accent.  I know people always confuse a British and 
Australian accent but to me the Aussie version is much more lyrical and carefree 
compared to the stodgy British style. 

She stood up and dropped the towel, then used it to line the chair for her to 
sit on.  Once again taking her seat, she crossed her thin legs again but this 
time a bit more slowly... or was it just my imagination.

�Oh I hope you don�t mind,� she said, putting her hand to her mouth as if she 
had done something wrong.  �I guess I just get use to it being so private here 
and nobody usually cares.�

�Oh no... not at all,� I assured her.  I wanted so badly to take my own towel 
off just then but I felt it might be taken the wrong way for me to strip down 
right after she had exposed herself to me.  Then again, maybe I was more afraid 
she WOULD take it the right way. 

�You seem cool,� she smiled, �I sort of figured that after you guys had that 
little show the first night.�  My face must have colored a bit.  So there HAD 
been someone watching us.  At least now I knew who.

�I hope you didn't mind,� she started to apologize, �If anything I owe you one.  
After you guys were done Kyle was on me like it was OUR first night of our 
honeymoon.�  Then she gave a nervous sort of giggle and added, �You know, I 
think we did it in the exact same spot our first night, must be something about 
that location.�

For the next twenty minutes or so we talked about our weddings and their 
honeymoon five years ago.  Kathleen was such a pleasant, down-to-earth woman 
which made her as easy to talk to as if she had been my closest friend for 
years.  When she mentioned she did social work and counseling it didn't surprise 
me in the least.  Then she added that she specialized in child abuse situation 
which perked my ears.

�Oh Kelly, it makes me so sad at times,� she went on, almost crying, �You 
wouldn't believe what some fathers do to their own daughters... the depraved and 
perverted acts.  The worst ones are the sly ones, the ones who train them when 
they�re young and convince them that it�s all good and that it�s their duty or 
something like that to be their father�s little sex toy.  I mean, how can anyone 
DO that to such a precious gift from God?�

Whoa, now this could get touchy.  I knew better than to even begin to debate 
what she was telling me and actually for the most part I agreed with everything 
she said.  Indeed, in the vast majority of incest situations I would agree that 
incest is used as an excuse by a perverted father to use his daughter for 
nothing more than his own sick pleasure.  Still, I wanted to tell her that it 
wasn�t 100% true, that there WERE fathers who truly loved their daughters and 
only did what they thought was best for them.  I wanted to tell her that there 
WERE daughters who were not brainwashed but really DID love their fathers and 
wanted nothing more than to please them in any way they could.  Just because I 
submitted to my father didn't mean he had �trained� me to be that way.

Before it could get too weird the door to the cabana opened up again and out 
stepped Kyle, her husband.  My eyes widened just a bit as I saw he was totally 
nude with a large handsome dick hanging down proudly from his crotch.  He also 
had shaved totally which further emphasized the size of his cock although I 
still preferred a bush on a man.

�Kathie?� he called out, shielding his eyes from the sun which was now shining 
brightly onto their porch.

�Over here babe,� she answered, �I�m just talking to Kelly.  Come on over.�

Without any hesitation Kyle made his way to where we were sitting.  As he did, 
Kathleen explained, �You�ll have to excuse my husband, he�s from a nudist family 
and getting him to wear clothes unnecessarily is like teaching an old dog a new 
trick - impossible.�

Kyle too the remaining chair next to his wife.  Unlike her, he didn't bother 
crossing his legs but just leaned back with his legs wide apart, totally 
oblivious to his nudity.  Well, maybe Kathleen was accustomed to her handsome 
husband walking around naked but I certainly wasn't.  Damn, he was gorgeous!  
Thoughts of how Steve wanted to swap with other couple once we got married ran 
through my head.  I don�t think he meant to do anything like that on our 
honeymoon but now I was having some naughty thoughts...

I pretended to have to stretch after laying so long in the hammock which caused 
my own towel to fall away, revealing my nudity to them.  If I had hoped for any 
response from them it was quickly dashed as they just accepted it as something 
normal - which for them most likely was.  Kathleen did have one comment though.

�You really do have a nice figure Kelly... do you work out?�

I pretended to be embarrassed by the compliment and told her that while I 
probably SHOULD, I didn't.

�Well, you might try it some time.  It�s more than just for maintaining weight, 
it drives your body rhythm and enzymes and just makes you feel better all over.  
I find it even helps with the sex drive, right babe?� she said as she nodded her 
head towards Kyle.

Kyle just smiled and reached over to squeeze her hand.  They seemed like quite 
the couple, like none I�d ever known before.  Their easy-going attitude and non-
sexual way of addressing nudity and sex was refreshing.

Maria made her appearance then.  If she was surprised to see the three of us 
having a conversation in the nude she didn't show it.

�Breakfast is ready.  I just thought I�d let you know as I knew you guys were 
getting an early start.�

Kathleen looked to me and said, �We�re going deep sea fishing today.�

That sounded pretty cool although visions of seasickness came to mind.  I�d 
looked at some brochures and it looked like fun but boy was it expensive!

I excused myself, explaining I had to wake up my sleepy head.  Neither of them 
seemed to catch the double innuendo - maybe it was a language thing.  In any 
case, they said their goodbyes and headed back to their cabana, to put on some 
clothing I assumed!

Steve was still sound asleep.  He had the covers thrown off and as usual was 
flat on his back with a raging hard-on going.  Hmmm, either he was having one 
heck of a dream or he was going to be heading to the toilet as soon as he woke 
up.  Maybe he was thinking about those two daughters we�d met yesterday...

I decided to rinse off quickly again in the shower.  As much as I loved to lay 
out next to the ocean, the breeze must have been heavily laden with the salt 
from the ocean as I felt like I was covered with a light film. The water was 
lukewarm at best which made my nipples stick out like missiles.  Still, I felt 
refreshed and ready to go as Steve was making himself slowly out of bed.  He 
shuffled over to the toilet where sure enough, he must have pissed a quart! 

I once heard it said you know you�re engaged when you share a toothbrush but you 
know you�re married when you share the bathroom.  Watching Steve pissing into 
the toilet was not exactly the most erotic sight for me in the world.  Maybe it 
stemmed from my early years when I first started sucking on cocks and lived in 
mortal fear that a guy was going to piss in my mouth.  Pissing was bad enough 
but I just couldn't stand being in the same room when someone was taking a dump.  
Perhaps that was part of my anti-anal fetish coming out, who knows?

Steve finished and turned to me, s sigh of relief escaping as he greeted me.  He 
reached forward to kiss me but I turned my head and gave him a peck on the 
cheek.  Morning breath...  Now had he started out by eating my pussy first, THEN 
he could have kissed me!  I felt his dick against my belly but I was going to 
wait until he�d cleaned up.  I don�t have any great cleanliness issues so long 
as the guy takes decent care of himself but again, he�d JUST peed and I would 
rather wait until he either washed or at least �drip dried� for a while before I 
took it again in my mouth.

�By the way, I just met our neighbors,� I said as he brushed his tooth, �Did you 
know they were nudists?�

THAT got his attention but he was doing his best to pretend to me all macho and 
nonchalant.   I knew him better than that, especially when the girl was hot.

�Kathleen has an incredible all-over tan,� I continued, laying it on thick and 
heavy, �Nice boobs too... and they�re real.�

Steve rinsed out his mouth and turned to grin at me.  �Hmmmmmm, so what do you 
think?  Would they be interested?�

I knew what he meant by that but it didn't bother me.  For some girls, to be 
married just a couple of days and have their husband suggest a swap with a 
couple they barely knew might have been a bit offensive to say the least.  
Fortunately I knew my husband better than that to take such a thing personally.  
Heck he WAS a guy after all!  Better he be open about his feelings and urges 
than sneak around behind my back.

�Not a chance,� I said, shaking my head.  Although that line of conversation 
hadn�t come up, based on her other comments I had a pretty good idea what her 
reaction would be if I was to ask her if she wanted to swap cabanas for a night.  
It was funny in a way.  It just confirmed something I already knew - that the 
people least likely to be sexually active with other people were the ones most 
people would think would be the most likely - nudists.  I guess it is just 
another illustration of how familiarity takes away the erotic nature.  It�s 
along the same lines of why strippers don�t reveal it all until just before the 
end.  It�s what people do NOT see that really turns them on much more so than 
what is exposed.

Steve finally finished shaving, shivering a bit as the cold water splashed 
against his face. 

�Are you going to shower and fuck me or what?� I finally said a bit exasperated.

Steve wrapped his arms around his nude body and pretended to shiver.  �That 
water is ice cold!�

�Well I guess it just depends on how badly you want to fuck me,� I said softly 
as I rubbed naked body up against him, letting my boobs run up on his chest.

�How about if I just rinse off my dick?� he proposed.

�Ahhhhhh, real men don�t fear shrinkage,� I teased, grapping his dick in my hand 
and giving it a tug before I let it go.  �OK, but hurry up, I�m so damn horny 
now.�

Indeed, after spending the early hours with Kathleen and Kyle, I WAS horny as 
hell.  Funny thing was, I think I was more attracted to her than her husband.  
Too bad as I knew Steve would never go for THAT type of swap!  Still, maybe we 
could work something out before the week was over.

We were a bit late for breakfast and our neighbors were actually on their way 
back and passed us on the walkway as we headed in.  We each said hello and 
something about having a good day, see you at supper, that sort of thing.

�Damn, I wish I�d seen those tits,� Steve whispered to me as we drew close to 
the main inn dining area.  I nudged him in the ribs just as Maria greeted us.

During breakfast we talked about how we wanted to go snorkeling.  Maria said she 
had equipment we could borrow and asked if we were familiar with it.  Steve said 
he had done it a lot while out in California and I mentioned that I�d done it 
once down in the Keys.   Steve looked at me curiously and it reminded me that it 
was just one of those things I�d never mentioned to him.  Then again, it�s not 
like he had ever told me that HE had gone snorkeling before either.

Maria said we could just go right off our beach where a small reef was out about 
a hundred yards.  Steve seemed more anxious to go out and see more of the area.  
Maria hesitated and went off to ask her husband something.  He returned with her 
and said he could describe an area where we could do some snorkeling that was 
pretty isolated if that was what we were interested in.  I recalled how crowded 
it had been when I did it in Florida so being isolated sounded much better.

�Well, there�s the Sian Ka'an Biosphere Reserve to the north of here,� he 
explained.  �The only thing is it�s not really public but rather a government 
area so you�re a bit on your own when you�re there.  It�s usually pretty safe.  
It�s been a while since I�ve heard of anything going on up there.  Just stick to 
yourself and don�t socialize.  If anyone comes by then just be nice and leave as 
quickly as possible.�

To me it sounded a little scary and the reef off of our beach was sounding 
better all the time.  Steve, on the other hand, seemed all the more excited 
about the prospect.  

�I wouldn�t have recommended it without you having a Jeep,� Maria�s husband 
continued, �Even so, remember that it�s sandy and even 4-wheel drive vehicles 
can get stuck if you�re not careful.  Just avoid the dunes and you�ll be fine.�

The guys hunkered down over a map while Maria and I talked about shopping in the 
area.  Hopefully we�d get back soon enough to do some serious damage to the 
credit card my dad had so graciously given me to use on our trip.  Maria said 
there were two cruise ships scheduled to be in during next couple of days.  We 
needed to go while they were in as otherwise the place was a ghost town.

Once again we had lunches prepared and then Maria�s husband brought out the 
snorkeling gear and checked to see that it fit us.  It was a lot nicer stuff 
than the equipment I�d rented in Florida and just further convinced me we�d 
picked a wonderful place to stay.

So we were off.  We headed north up the main road, following the directions we�d 
been given as the GPS became useless once we hit the end of the public highway.  
About a mile into the Biosphere we ran into a government patrol - the usual 
young guys in fatigues with large guns and from what I could tell, very little 
in the way of adult supervision.  Maria�s husband had forewarned us about 
everything so at least time we weren�t caught by surprise.  He�d even given us 
some advice about the best way to get through.

�They�re just kids dumped off and they have to stay there for a week sometimes 
with hardly anything to do and very few cars so when you come by it�s more 
something to entertain themselves than to really cause any problems. The key to 
keep them from rummaging through everything and causing a long delay is to 
�entertain� them.�

He was looking at me was he spoke and I was getting a pretty guide idea of what 
he meant but he kept on anyway.

�So everything Maria said yesterday about being discreet and humble....?  Forget 
it. Give the boys a show Kelly and they�ll let you right through.  The better 
the show the faster you�ll go through.�  He looked at me and then grinned a 
little, �Besides, I get the idea you�re the type of girl who wouldn�t mind doing 
that sort of thing.�

�Ian!� Maria exclaimed, giving her husband a playful slap, �That�s no way to 
talk to a guest.�

�Hey, if the shoe fits...� he answered, earning himself another slap, perhaps 
not quite as gentle that time.

�I�m so sorry Kelly,� she started to say but I cut her off and assured her 
everything was just fine.

She pulled me over away from the guys then and said softly, �OK, so everything 
he said was true but just remember one thing... don�t get carried away and 
absolutely NO sex no matter what they say.  The boys like a show so a little 
teasing is OK but if you get naked or have sex with them they�ll think you�re 
just a whore for some drug runner and arrest you.  Trust me, you do NOT want 
that!  Remember, they have no way to get back to town so if you�re arrested...�

She didn't have to finish, I got the message loud and clear.

�And in any case, you really don�t have to do anything.  They won�t hold you up 
too long regardless so it�s up to you if it�s worth an extra fifteen minutes.�

It gave me something to think about so I figured we�d just play it by ear.  I�d 
seen too many 60 Minutes and 20/20 episodes of girls being locked up in foreign 
jails for things they shouldn�t have done so I wasn�t about to take any risks 
when it came to the police - especially the military guys.  Still, it never hurt 
to be prepared for anything so I�d chosen to wear a bikini top under a light 
unbuttoned blouse with really short denim cutoffs and flip flops.  It was the 
sort of outfit that left open a number of options.

Steve slowed down as one of the guys stood out in the road waving at us to stop.  
With the machine gun hanging over his shoulder he didn�t have to ask twice.  He 
looked to be maybe in his late teens and was doing his best to appear stern and 
in control.  There were three other guys sitting around a table under the pop-up 
tent, all of them with nasty looking guns.  It sort of freaked me out.

The guy in charge started asking us questions but it was in Spanish and we tried 
to tell him we only spoke English which just seemed to frustrate him.  He 
motioned to the other guys and one of them came along side and in halting 
English asked us where we were going and what we were going to do.  In the 
meantime the other one was walking around the Jeep checking everything out.  We 
had taken our innkeeper�s advice and left all non-essentials behind so there 
would be as little as possible for them to see.  Large bags that could be hiding 
drugs were definitely NOT recommended.

Steve pointed out our snorkeling gear and lunch boxes and tried to explain but 
it was like they didn't understand him.  I noticed they seemed to be paying more 
attention to me than him which may have contributed to their lack of 
comprehension.  Then the first guy said something to the other one, then formed 
a circle with his thumb and forefinger on one hand, poking his forefinger from 
the other hand through it.  That was one form of sign language that was pretty 
universal!  For a moment my heart beat raced as I thought maybe they were saying 
that THEY wanted to fuck me but then the other guy patted Steve on the shoulder 
and laughed, pointing at me and nodding his head.  Evidently they were 
congratulating him on what they expected to be a �fun� afternoon.

For a moment I thought maybe I should show them a little bit if what Steve would 
be getting but then stopped when it looked like things were coming to a close.  
No sense in opening Pandora�s box if I didn't have to.  As it was it wasn�t like 
I was hiding all that much anyway and I felt a huge sigh of relief when they 
stepped back and motioned with their guns for us to continue on.

�That was really scary,� I told Steve as we accelerated away.  He just nodded 
and focused on the road ahead as the pavement ended and we were on nothing more 
than a sandy pathway alongside the ocean.

We actually couldn�t see the water most of the time because of the hill between 
the road and the beach but now and then there would be a cut-through into the 
foliage with an entrance to something or another.  As tempting as it was to want 
to explore, we�d been warned to stick to the main �road� until we got to where 
we were going.  Ian had warned us that you never know what you might find down 
some of those paths and odds were whoever you DID find didn�t want you to find 
them.

In a way I felt more than just a little nervous.  This wasn�t like running 
around the Florida Keys where at least there were some form of law and 
civilization.  I got this creepy feeling that someone could stop us, kill us (or 
worse) and nobody would ever know - or care.  There was no cell phone reception 
so even if we simply broke down we were screwed.  The road was so narrow that I 
kept worrying we would meet another vehicle head-on and then one of us have to 
back up forever to a more open area but it was like the whole area was deserted.

Finally we made it to the turnoff that matched the description we�d been given.  
Steve pulled in and immediately I was thankful for the Jeep as it struggled to 
work its way through the drifting sand that covered the path.  We zigzagged up 
and over the hill until suddenly there was the beach.  Oh my god, it was 
beautiful, like something straight off a postcard!  The water was a crystal 
clear with a pale blue and turquoise tint and I could see from the waves and the 
sand that it was shallow for maybe fifty to a hundred yards out.  Palm trees 
lined the beach and the sand looked fine and soft.

Sadly, the one thing that kept it from being perfect was the trash.  I was 
amazed at the amount of garbage that had accumulated along the shoreline.  
Obviously it wasn't from beachgoers as it stretched out each way as far as I 
could see.  Maria had mentioned it, saying it was from the cruise ships 
primarily and that the only reason her beach looked as good as it did was 
because she constantly raked it and picked up the garbage.  What was really 
amazing was what had collected.  It was literally everything AND the kitchen 
sink.  I even saw a mannequin doll leg!  Water bottles, batteries, plastic of 
every shape and size, shoes, clothing, paper... it all was there in about a 
three foot wide line that continued all along the beach.  It made me mad to 
think of how people could be so wasteful and careless to dump all this into the 
water.

Looking out I could make out the shipwreck Maria had mentioned.  It wasn�t that 
much to see from shore and it barely broke the surface.  From this distance you 
could see the basic outline of some sort of vessel that was maybe a hundred feet 
or so long but not much else. 

The best thing was that the beach was OURS!  There was no sign that anyone had 
been here recently and where we were parked nobody driving by would see us.  
Unless you knew to turn off here there was nothing to give any clue that this 
gorgeous vacation paradise was waiting just over the hill.  If course there were  
our tracks that would tell someone passing by that a vehicle had entered but 
hopefully that would not lead to any problems.

�Oh Steve, isn�t this beautiful?� I gushed taking off my blouse and tossing it 
back onto the front seat as Steve got out our snorkeling equipment.  I didn't 
think twice about removing my bikini top and then my shorts.  I hadn�t worn 
anything under the shorts so it didn't make much sense to just wear the top by 
itself.

�Not wasting any time, are we?� Steve said with an admiring smile as I posed for 
him with the ocean in the background.

�C�mon, let�s just try out the water first,� I encouraged him, grabbing him by 
the hand, �Get out of those clothes!�

We kept our footwear on until we reached the clear portion of the beach.   I 
hated to even imagine what might be buried in the ribbon of trash should I step 
on it with bare feet!  Then we held hands as the two of us walked into the warm 
water until it was up to my waist.  It felt so good as the waves caused the 
water level to rise up and down on me.  The actual breaks were out quite a ways 
so this was almost like swimming in a lake more so than the ocean. 

�Kiss me husband,� I murmured to him as I reached my arms around his wonderful 
naked body.  I felt a shiver through me as my lover�s kips touched mine and then 
our tongues met.  It felt so good to feel my breasts pushed in tight against him 
and I loved the way he reached around me and cupped my butt cheeks in his strong 
hands. 

�I love you Steve,� I sighed, �This is like so perfect!�

�I love you too Kelly,� Steve replied.  I could feel his dick growing as it 
started to press into my belly.  Once nice thing about the warm ocean, it wasn't 
doing any harm to his ability to get an erection.   

Still, there was plenty of time for THAT so for now I just wanted to play in the 
water like a little girl.  We worked our way out until it got deeper.  We must 
have been a couple of hundred feet out before it came up to my chest which was 
so cool. What I really liked was that for some reason the ocean floor was 
totally clear with none of the grasses and rocks that were at the beach by our 
cabana. It was hard to believe we could be out this far and still be able to 
stand on our feet.

We played and teased each other, like we were castaways on some remote island in 
the middle of the ocean.  Perhaps that what fascinated me more than anything, 
having all this just for the two of us.  Granted, it wasn�t exactly on the map 
and I doubted many tourist even knew it existed, let alone take the trouble to 
get here.  It was like we were rich movie stars with our own private beach, only 
with no paparazzi.

At the same time, I couldn�t help now and then but wonder what would happen if 
someone DID show up... and what their motives might be.  As wonderful as it was 
to be this isolated, it also meant we were pretty much at the mercy of anyone 
who might have plans that weren�t so pleasant.  Maria had said because tourists 
DID come here now and then that the drug lords and such stayed away from it so 
it was safe so long as you didn't go wandering much anywhere else.  I couldn�t 
see how she would have allowed us to come here if she thought we would be in any 
real danger.

�Want to see the wreck now?� Steve finally asked.  I knew he was anxious to 
explore it so best to let him get it out of system right away.

From where we were it was hard to tell where the wreck even was as it was down 
past the cleared part of the beach where we were swimming.  We worked our way 
back to the shore, grabbed our snorkel gear, and walked down the beach until we 
were closer to the wreck.  It was still somewhat hard to see but the waves 
breaking over it made it a fairly easy target. It had been quite a while since 
my last - and only, time I�d snorkeled so Steve helped me out. For some reason 
he had to adjust my boobs and check out my crotch in the process!  I didn't mind 
- and I returned the favor by tugging on his dick playfully.

�So if I hang onto your leash, will you guide me?� I teased.  No answer other 
than a roll of the eyes as we worked our way into the water again. 

This time it was much different.  Instead of the ocean floor being totally clear 
we had to work our way through grass and rocks until the water was deep enough 
for us to start swimming out on our stomachs.  Also, it deepened much quicker 
although once it got to just over Steve�s head it seemed to flatten out. We took 
our time, our fins doing most of the work as I watched the coral pass by under 
us.  The fish were incredible!  It was even better than the Keys!

One thing we hadn�t accounted for was the current.  We had started out with the 
wreck directly in front of us but when I would stop to tread water and look 
ahead I noted we were being moved down the beach by the current.  Had we been 
smarter, we would�ve started up the beach further and let the current carry us 
to the wreck but now it meant we had to do some extra swimming and I felt a 
little panic as my arms and legs started to tire.

Well, this is when strong and handsome husbands come in handy.  Steve could see 
I was tiring and so he would help support me and let me hand onto him as he did 
the work.  I thought for a moment about hanging onto his �leash� but that would 
have to wait until we weren�t working so hard.  The wreck had looked a ways away 
from the beach but now it seemed a lot further!

One way or another we eventually made it.  I couldn't tell what kind of boat it 
had been, maybe some small fishing vessel.  It was old and rusting, made of 
metal instead of wood.  The fish certainly seemed to love it!  We got on the 
side sheltering us from the waves and it was easier to stay in one place and 
just let the fish pass under us.  Oh my god, they were so beautiful.  It was 
like swimming in an aquarium. 

�This is almost like Blue Lagoon,� I said to Steve as we rested for a bit 
holding onto the wreck.  It was too deep to stand up but this worked out fine. 

�Mmmmmmm, you remind me of a naked Brooke Shields,� Steve grinned, �You know I 
think I must have jerked off to her a hundred times in that movie with those 
underwater scenes.�

�Well what about a naked wife?� I asked, pretending to be a little dejected at 
his thoughts of another woman, even though I had to admit I�d been turned on by 
the movie as well. 

�Even better... and I can fuck my naked wife,� he said with a grin as he kissed 
me.  The water in his mouth was salty but I didn't mind.

�I wonder if anyone has had sex by this wreck before?� he said as he looked 
around. 

�Oh I�m sure they have... so why not make it one more?� I came back as 
seductively as I could.

No more words were necessary.  I could see through the crystal clear water that 
Steve was sporting quite an erection at the moment so he was certainly raring to 
go.  I was getting more horny than ever thinking of how it might be if we were 
really shipwrecked as children, no clothes and forced to be naked all the time 
until finally one day we learned about the wonders of sex.  Had we been in a 
swimming pool or freshwater lake I might�ve ducked down to suck his dick but the 
taste of salt water really wasn't all that great.  Instead I leaned back and let 
my legs float up and then wrapped them around his waist. I could feel the 
pressure of his cock pushing against my crotch and at that moment there was just 
one thing in the world I wanted - to have it in me.

�Fuck me Steve,� I asked softly, closing my eyes and just letting all the 
sensations and feeling imprint themselves into my memory.  Steve worked his way 
until he was able to get himself positioned and I helped by pulling myself into 
him, literally pulling him into my pussy.

�Oh yes.... I love it when you first enter me,� I sighed as I felt him deep 
inside of me.

How could it be more romantic than this?  The two of us naked out in the water 
in the middle of an idyllic beach, having sex next to an ancient shipwreck.  I 
looked down and marveled at how much I loved seeing him up against me with his 
cock out of sight, knowing I couldn't see it because it was IN me, the erotic 
visual matching up with the pleasure of the feeling of it inside of me.

In truth, it was more difficult than it had been in my earlier dreams when I�d 
fantasized about doing just what we were doing right now.  Even though the wreck 
blocked us from the brunt of the waves, it still wasn�t a calm lake by any 
stretch of the imagination.  Being so deep neither of us could touch the bottom 
AND still breath.  Now I found myself wishing we had taken along the buoyancy 
vests Ian had suggested.  At the time it seemed like exactly what NOT to wear 
when you plan on swimming naked but you can only tread water for so long and 
hanging on to the wreck was dicey.

Finally I decided it was up to me to face the music.  Yes, I ALWAYS loved it 
whenever we had sex but at the same time there WERE limits.

�Steve,� I gasped, trying to catch my breath without taking in a mouthful of 
water, �why don�t we finish this on the beach?�

Was that a look of relief on his face?  Then we both laughed as we realized that 
the other was thinking the same thing.  I unhooked my ankles and let myself 
drift off of him.  We took a few more minutes to just float and watch the 
beautiful coral and fish below us and then set off for the shore.

I always assumed it would be easier to swim towards the shore than away but it 
certainly didn�t feel that way.  It didn't help I was tiring fast but the 
thought of what awaited me on shore was all the motivation I needed.  Looking 
towards the shore, I wondered what we would do if someone showed up as both of 
us had nothing on besides our snorkeling gear.   It wasn't like we would have 
many options.  With the grass and rocks I didn't want to spend any more time 
than necessary in the shallow water.  Then again had we been further up where 
the sea bed was clear the water was so clear that anybody would have known we 
weren�t wearing anything.  Actually it made the whole situation all the more 
erotic,

We finally made it to the shore although we had drifted down quite a ways by the 
current before we were able to stand and walk the rest of the way in.  Once back 
on �dry� land we gathered our masks and flippers and hiked back to the Jeep 
where Steve packed it away while I got out the lunches.  Steve brought along a 
huge beach towel that Maria had packed for us and we made our way back to the 
water�s edge.

How do you explain in words the setting we were in?  Two people, just married, 
totally alone on a Caribbean beach with the most perfect view in front of us.  
There was even a cruise ship on the horizon, heading south most likely to the 
port a few miles south of our inn.  We sat in the middle of the beach Indian 
style while munching on the lunch Maria�s cook had made for us.  The sun was 
quite strong and I was hoping the sun tan I�d worked so hard on for my wedding 
held out as the one thing we hadn�t brought with today was sun screen. 

�You know, I believe we have some unfinished business to attend to,� Steve said 
with a grin as we packed away the leftovers.  He was on his knees bending over 
the basket and I loved the way his dick hung down.  OK, so I loved his dick no 
matter what it was doing but at this moment all I could think about was taking 
it in my mouth and making it hard.  Evidently he was thinking along the same 
lines.

�So now that we�re married, are you going to turn into one of those bitches that 
won�t suck her husband�s dick now that she has the ring?�

He was teasing of course.  Besides, I�d already proven to him a number of times 
that I was NOT one of �those bitches�.  But then again why not have a little 
fun.

�Well I don�t know...� I said slowly, pretending to be unsure, �I mean why would 
anyone want to take one of those nasty things in her MOUTH and then let it 
squirt all gooey stuff on her tongue?  You know, it�s not like YOU ever suck on 
one so why should I?�

Steve stood up and grabbed his cock in one hand and flopped it up and down to 
tease me.  �Well.... if you REALLY don�t want to suck on this bad boy then I 
guess I�ll just have to take care of it myself.�

Two can play THAT game.  Yes, I DID want it bad... REALLY bad but I wasn�t going 
to be THAT easy.  

�If you�re going to do that then I suppose I�ll just have to do the same,� I 
said flippantly as I scooted my legs out from under me and leaned back on one 
hand while I started to rub myself with the other.  I made sure I was positioned 
so with my legs spread apart he was getting a good view of my fingers on my 
pussy.

�Whatever... your call,� he said, calling my bluff as well.

Steve just stood there jerking off his cock while watching me touch myself.  So 
there out on the most beautiful beach in the world the two of us masturbated 
while we watched the other.  Looking out I saw another cruise shop passing by 
and I wondered if anyone had powerful enough binoculars to see what was 
happening on shore?   Oh well, if so I hoped they were enjoying the show.

Watching Steve jerk off was quite sexy for me.  Actually I�d hardly ever seen 
him jerking himself off, I mean other than just a few strokes to help himself 
stay hard between positions and that sort of thing.  He claimed he didn't 
masturbate all that often but I had never bought that one for a second.  So to 
see him standing there out in the open on the beach, his eyes locked on my pussy 
while his hand gripped his now stiff dick was extremely erotic.  The only 
question now was who would be the first to give in.  I knew that as much as I 
was enjoying myself, there was no way I wanted to see his cum wasted by spraying 
all over the beach instead of in me.  At the same time, it was a point of 
principle that I maintain the honor of the female species.  Don�t all girls 
claim to have more self-control than men?

Time to play dirty.  Fortunately I was armed with more options that Steve, as a 
male, simply didn�t possess.  It really wasn't fair, more like a modern army 
compared to the knights of old.

�Ohhhhh!� I moaned as my orgasm rose within me.  Luckily I wasn't faking as if 
it hadn�t happened soon I would have resorted to faking just to make sure I got 
Steve�s attention before it was too late.  I leaned my head back, closed my 
eyes, arched my back and curled my toes, checking all the boxes of a classic 
orgasm.

I opened my eyes just enough to see Steve�s reaction.  On the one hand things 
looked good as his eyes were locked on my pussy like a heat-seeking missile.  On 
the other hand, he was stroking his dick even faster than ever.  Would this help 
or hurt me in the end?

�OK, OK, you win,� he grunted as without another word he dropped down to his 
knees, right between my legs.  It was like he couldn't get his dick in me fast 
enough as he plunged into me and drove himself deep.  It soon became obvious why 
he was in such a hurry as I held himself up on his arms and grimaced as it 
seemed he tried to hold back for as long as possible before he exhaled sharply 
and groaned again as he released his sperm into me. 

If I HAD been faking then I wouldn�t have been for much longer and as it was it 
just made my current orgasm all the better.  I lifted my hips up to meet him and 
I could feel him shaking as he held himself still in me as the final loads of 
cum left him to enter my pussy.

�Damn that felt good,� he sighed heavily as he flipped over on to his back and 
lay next to me.  I turned on my side with my elbow on the towel, running my ands 
over his firm body.  I loved just touching him sometimes, feeling every inch of 
his male body.  Sometimes...

�I believe there were some questions regarding my intent when it came to B-A-M,� 
I said with a grin as my fingers traced over his flat stomach.

�B-A-M?� he asked?

�Blowjobs After Marriage silly,� I giggled.  Before he could come up with a 
response I wiggled down until my head was on his stomach and the tip of his dick 
was looking me straight in the eyes.  That was my Steve, still hard and raring 
to go even after just fucking me.  Opening my mouth, I leaned towards it and 
took the head in my mouth, making him jump as my tongue teased the tip.

�Still a bit sensitive,� he explained.

All the better so far as I was concerned.  After all, he was never one to give 
me a break when my clit was so worked up that I practically flew out of bed when 
he sucked on it.  Seemed only fair to return the favor...

I could smell and taste my pussy on his dick as I licked the shaft and kissed 
the base of his dick.  I tried to imagine how just a few moments before this 
thing had been INSIDE of me.  With my tongue tickling the very tip, I did my 
best to visualize the sperm spurting out of it as he deposited his cum way up 
inside of me.  In fact, I could still feel it as it drained out of me while I 
played with his dick.

�Oh yeah... just like that,� he moaned as I took bout half his dick I his mouth 
and while my tongue circled around it I sucked on it with all the suction my 
cheeks could deliver.  With my free hand I played with his balls, rolling them 
in the palm of my hand carefully.  As I gave my hubby what he wanted I also 
pushed myself up against him so I could feel his leg between mine, putting 
pressure where it counted most, right on my clit.

�I need to fuck you again,� he gasped, pushing my head up and getting on his 
knees.  I wasn't exactly sure how he wanted me but he soon made that clear, 
grabbing me by the waist and twisting me around so that I was on my knees facing 
away form him.  Soon he was back in me again, pumping away as I leaned forward 
on my elbows.

Unlike the other night on the beach, this was a good old-fashioned fucking and 
given the time and place it was exactly what I wanted.  Steve seemed to be 
having a good time as well, changing positions frequently.  After doing it 
doggie he pulled me over onto my side and spooned me from behind, holding my 
upper leg up high to the sun as his other hand cupped my breast.  That didn't 
last long before he stood up and motioned for me to jump up and grab him around 
the neck, locking me ankles behind him as he grabbed my ass and held me up.  
With neither of us having a free hand, it was almost comical as he tried to get 
his dick back into me and we both laughed when it finally met up with my pussy.

�Where are you going?� I asked as he started to walk towards the water, holding 
me up with his dick impaled in me like I was some sort of marshmallow on a 
stick.

�Just shut up and let me worry about it,� he said but the tone in his voice took 
any hardness of the words away as he entered the water and kept walking out 
until I could just start to feel the warm water on my ass.  He stopped and it 
felt almost surreal as my butt was splashing into the water as he bounced me on 
his dick.

�Where do you want it?� he asked, which told me that he had to be getting close.

OK, had it been entirely up to me, such as had it just been any guys screwing 
me, I would have made the easy decision and stayed on his cock such that he came 
inside of me.  ANY time I have the option, THAT is where I prefer the cum to go.  
I mean, isn�t that what my pussy was designed for in the first place?

However, now I was married and so I had someone else�s pleasure to consider, not 
to mention my new duties and obligations as a wife.  I don�t mean I infer I was 
some sort of slave or �barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen�.  It was similar to 
being a daughter where while I DID have similar duties and obligations to 
satisfy my father�s needs, I did it not because I HAD to but because I WANTED 
to.  So it was now with Steve.  I didn't HAVE to make a decision based on what 
HE wanted, I WANTED to.

�Cum on my face and tits,� I said grinning at him.  OK, so I almost NEVER call 
them tits but hey, in for a penny, in for a pound so if I was doing this for 
him, why not talk the walk as well?

�Well, if that�s what you want...� 

Steve lifted me up so when I unlocked my legs I wouldn�t accidentally end up 
bending his dick in the wrong direction (do that once to a guy and you�ll never 
forget again). Dropping to my feet, the water came up to my waist but Steve�s 
dick was just above the water so at least I didn't have to submerge my face into 
the salty ocean water.  He must have been cutting it pretty close as in less 
than thirty seconds he pulled back, grabbed his dick, and started shooting cum 
all over me.  Considering he had just unloaded in me less than twenty minutes 
ago, I was amazed at how much cum he could produce again so quickly.  It hit me 
on the mouth, my forehead and then all over my neck as I rose up out of the 
water to let him hit me even more. 

�You look so fuckin� sexy,� he grinned at me.  Why guys think having cum all 
over a girl is sexy has always mystified me but since it does almost 
universally, I stopped questioning it long ago and used it to my advantage. 

One reason I really don�t like guys cumming on me is the mess.  One nice thing 
about Steve moving out into the water was all I had to do was dip down and wash 
it off of me before it coagulated and dried on me which tended to itch and made 
it harder to remove, especially if it was in your hair.

Once I was more or less cleaned off, at least as much as you can be using 
seawater, we held hands and walked back to out beach towel.  I noticed that his 
dick still had some heft to it and I knew that I could probably get it back up 
again with a little lip work but for now I just wanted to spend some time with 
my husband.  Now THAT still made my mind twist a little. Not my boyfriend, not 
my fiance, but he was now my HUSBAND.  It hadn�t been all that long ago when I 
was wondering if I would EVER use those words and now here I was, having sex in 
the water on a secluded Mexican beach with my HUSBAND.

�I love you Steve,� I said quietly as we laid beside each other, leaning back on 
our elbows facing the water to watch the waves washing in.  The only sound was 
that of the breaks out in the distance.  No cars driving by, no other people 
making noises, not even birds except for an occasional call by something I 
couldn't identify.  It was like we were totally cut off from civilization.

�Now I want you to make love to me,� I said softly as I turned to him and put my 
hand over his semi-hard dick.

For a moment I think he was about to protest.  It as a little quick considering 
he�s already cum twice in the last half hour.  Yet now it wasn't about the sex, 
it was about making love and that put an entirely different light on the matter.

Over the course of the next hour or so, for the second time in my life I made 
love with the man I loved more than anyone else in the world.  Afterwards while 
I was thinking back about it, I came to the realization that now I finally 
understood why my parents never had sex in front of me as a child, and then 
still almost never as an adult except for those rare times when we all got 
together. It wasn't that they were shielding me from anything a I had always 
assumed.  It wasn't that they were embarrassed - an option I never considered 
seriously.   Now I understand... it�s something they shared as a husband and 
wife, something just between the two of them, something that made their marriage 
special.

I say all this as I decided at that moment that going forward, I would keep 
those moments between Steve and I private as well so please understand why I 
wont go into the details.  I would never say that sex between a husband and wife 
is ALWAYS making love, quite the contrary.  The vast majority of the time we 
fuck, pure and simple.  The difference is that as a married couple we CAN make 
love whereas I can never share that with any other man, not even my father.  If 
anything, it also helped me to better rationalize swapping with other couples in 
the future.  No matter who else I had sex with or whatever the circumstances, I 
would never make love with anyone but Steve. 

Suffice to say that it was the perfect ending to the perfect day at the beach.  
While I often fantasize about being watched at the beach while making love, this 
was one time when I was happy that we were all alone.  My only regret was that 
we had to finally leave.  Most likely we should have left even earlier as I 
started to worry about the amount of sun we were getting as neither us had been 
wearing anything for hours now. 

The trip back to the inn was uneventful.  Even the guys at the roadblock just 
waved us through.  Apparently they were only concerned about people ENTERING the 
reserve.  We got back about 5:00 or so, well before dinner would be ready.  We 
only had one day left and from the plans we had been making up it was going to 
be pretty full so Maria suggested we make a quick run to Majahual just so we 
could see it and get a taste before it got dark.

We quickly showered and made the twenty minute drive to Majahual.  We quickly 
learned that there were essentially two types of people there - tourists from 
the cruise ships and locals determined to lighten the tourists� wallets to the 
maximum extent possible.  I don�t mean anything crooked, just aggressive 
souvenirs sales, drink, massages, jet skis, and the like.  It was obvious they 
didn�t cater to many other tourists as the parking was almost negligible but 
with the Jeep we had more options. 

It was fun to barter and we both got massages on a second floor porch 
overlooking the ocean.  It wasn't near the view we�d had earlier but it was 
unique.  I couldn't believe all the people!  The beach was a madhouse and I 
didn't regret for a moment our decision to spend the time we had at our 
�private� beach.

That evening I was exhausted and a bit sunburned.  We entertained our fellow 
guest and hosts with stories about the beach and snorkeling without going into 
any of the other details.  Not everyone was as discreet.

�So did you guys have sex on the beach?� Kathleen asked, much to the amusement 
of her husband.

I wasn't quite sure how to answer.  Just a yes or no or was she looking for 
details?  Fortunately Maria came to my rescue.

�Doesn�t everyone who goes there?� she said teasingly, poking at her husband.

We all laughed and the subject shifted to what others had done that day.  I sat 
on Steve�s lap the whole time, my arm wrapped around his neck as I snuggled up 
next to me HUSBAND.  (I just can�t get over that.)

That night as I laid in bed next to my sleeping man, I suddenly realized that 
the next day would be our last full day.  Wow, time was flying by!  Thursday 
would be spent traveling so that meant we had to do everything we wanted in just 
one day.  Obviously that was impossible but if the events of the past two days 
were anything to go by, I couldn't wait for morning.


Chapter 6 - Wednesday - Extreme Zip-Lining
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The next morning I awoke at sunrise.  Steve was still dead asleep.  He was a 
little sunburned from yesterday�s day in the sun, especially in a places he 
normally didn't expose at the beach.

Looking out the curtains, I didn't see anyone outside so I dispensed with the 
towel this time and walked out onto the front porch nude.  The rising sun felt 
good against my bare skin although I could still feel it against a few parts of 
my body.  While my tans lines weren�t all that big, they still were there only 
now instead of being white on tanned skin, now the white had been replaced by 
red.

�You know, you need to be careful.  The sun is a lot stronger here than it is 
back home.�

I turned to see Kathleen walking over from her cabana.  She was naked of course 
but this time it didn't surprise me at all, nor did I feel any discomfort 
standing out in the open like this without anything on.  It was still a little 
strange though.  I�d never been one that was comfortable being nude in a causal 
way.  Oh sure when it was for fun like at a party or during sex but just to run 
around the house in the nude?  Not my thing.  I�d started sleeping naked when I 
was twelve, a practice I�d continued whenever possible ever since but that was 
because I simple felt better without being all wrapped in something when I was 
asleep.  When me and my family would gather in the hot tub we always were naked 
but that was only while in the tub.  Once out I would wear a towel or a robe or 
even just a t-shirt.  It wasn�t like I was afraid to be seen naked - quite the 
opposite.  If I was heading from the bathroom to my bedroom I didn�t worry about 
being seen.  There was just a difference in my mind between a quick view and 
just flaunting yourself for no reason. 

Never in my 26 years had I done anything like this though.  To just hang out in 
the morning air, sipping on a glass of water while talking to someone I barely 
knew, and doing so without a stitch a clothing on was something unique for me.  
I could have worn just a bikini top with no bottoms and felt just fine but to be 
completely naked?  This was something entirely new for me.  I know it may seem 
like no big thing, but there�s a little security in having even the barest of 
clothing on.  Kathleen, on the other hand, appeared to be totally at ease as if 
she had been doing this all her life - and maybe she had.

We started talking about our trip to the beach and I asked her if she had been 
there.  Kathleen vigorously shook her head.

�Oh no, I was actually surprised to hear that the two of you went there,� she 
said, �It would scare me to death.�

I looked at here with a curious expression so she continued, �It�s not like the 
area is exactly the safest in the world.  There are a LOT of drug dealers that 
work out of there and they don�t exactly appreciate unexpected visitors.�

I explained to her how Maria had mentioned something about that and how she had 
warned us to stay on the road except for the shipwreck beach.

�Well, it�s a good thing you took her advice.  I suppose the drug lords know 
that beach gets the most visitors so they probably stay away from it.  I 
wouldn�t want to try anywhere else though.  People tend to disappear around here 
when they poke their nose where it doesn�t belong.�

Wow, I was a little shocked at what she was telling me.  Still, if it had been 
THAT dangerous I can�t imagine Maria recommending we go here.  Time to change 
the subject...

�Steve wants to go zip lining.  I�ve never done it and it looks dangerous.  Have 
you guys done it?�

Kathleen uncrossed her long legs, opening up her crotch for a moment and then 
leaned forward, her large breasts hanging down. �Oh yeah, it�s really perfectly 
safe so long as you stick with the larger companies.  It�s a LOT of fun.�

I asked her where she thought the best place was to go and she leaned back again 
to ponder.

�There are a lot of places to go but the best by far has to be Selvatica, but 
it�s almost all the back to Cancun.�

�Why there?�

�Oh my god Kelly, they have something like a dozen different runs and you just 
go from one to the next.  Some of them are really long too.  Then at the end you 
can take another one and land in the middle of a cenote.�

Kathleen explained to me that the Yucatan is a large riverless peninsula made 
primarily of limestone.  There were thousands of underground caverns, many 
running with underground rivers.  Sometime these caves collapse and leave an 
opening.  If the cavern is running with water, it creates what the locals called 
a cenote.

�If you�re going to go, you better leave soon though,� she warned, �And you 
probably should call to make reservations as soon a possible too as they tend to 
get pretty crowded.�

I thanked her and we stood up.  Then to my surprise she stepped up to me and 
gave me a quick kiss.

�If you go, then I won�t be seeing you again as we�re leaving around noon.  It�s 
been nice to get to know you though Kelly.�

With that she smiled at me and walked back to her cabana.  I couldn't help but 
wait and watch her perfect ass as she slowly made her way back.  Hmmmmmm, too 
bad she hadn�t followed up that kiss with something more.  I surely wouldn�t 
have turned her down.

Back in the room I shook my groggy husband awake.  �C�mon sleepy head, it�s our 
last day in Costa Maya!�

Steve reached out and grabbed me, pulling me into him until we were pressed 
tightly together.  Mmmmmmm, somebody was horny!

�When she kissed you I thought I was going to cum,� he whispered as he started 
to fondle me and run his hands all over me.

�Oh so you were spying on us?�

�Hell yeah... two beautiful women naked in front of me, who wouldn�t?�

�You�re so bad!� I chided him playfully, reaching down for his hard cock.  Oh 
well, so much for getting an early start...

Later when we finally arrived for breakfast, Kathleen and her husband were just 
finishing.

�I thought you�d be right behind me,� she said with a wink.

I just grinned back while Steve was taking a seat, anxious to eat.  For a guy as 
thin as he was, he sure could eat a lot!

�So you guys going to go zip lining?� Maria asked as she brought us our drinks.  
I explained to her how Kathleen had recommended 

�Selvatica?  That�s quit a trip.  You�d better get started soon.�

I said something about how I had thought we were going to be on the road.  �But 
SOMEBODY had other plans,� I said, nodding towards Steve.

�Well, you ARE on your honeymoon dear.  Selvatica will be next year but this is 
your only honeymoon.�

She had a point and besides, it�s not like I was really complaining.  I looked 
over at Steve and fondly remembered how he had cum in me from behind not ten 
minutes ago... nope, I wasn't complaining at all!

Soon we were off and on the road again.  We didn't bring a lunch this time, 
figuring there would be plenty of opportunities to find something good to eat 
given the more densely populated area we�d be traveling through during the day. 

Our trip took us through the entire Rivera Maya along the east coast of Yucatan.  
We made an early stop in Tulum for gas and while we were stopped Steve called 
and was able to confirm that we could make reservations for the zip lines.  This 
time we passed the turnoff to Coba and continued heading north.  After a while 
we passed Xcaret which advertised heavily.  Nearby were some zip lines that we 
could see from the road but that wasn�t what I had envisioned.  I wanted to be 
out in the jungle, not in the middle of some sort of Mexican amusement park.  
The traffic through the Playa del Carmen region was heavy which delayed us 
somewhat.  I had hopes we would be back in time to do some shopping.  If we had 
one more day I think we would have taken the ferry there over to Cozumel but 
that would have to wait for our next trip to Mexico.  I�d already decided we 
were coming back!

After passing Puerto Morelos we started watching out for the signs to Selvatica.  
As it turned out it was easy as there were actual highway exit signs for it.  
The drive once we turned off was longer than I was expecting but soon there was 
a large banner across the road that welcomed us and we were there.  Steve parked 
the Jeep under some palm trees as it wasn't like they had much of a parking lot.  
Apparently most people road the shuttle that went around to the various resorts 
and hotels.

We checked in and learned it would be about thirty minutes before our group 
would be called.  Given how far we had to drive and the traffic and construction 
I thought we had done pretty well so far as keeping on schedule.

As we waited I heard someone crying out and I realized that we were at the last 
stop for a group coming in.  I watched as one by one the people flew in and came 
to a stop, aided by the staff.  Everyone seemed to be having a great time.  
There were even some younger kids so I figured if they could do it, then I 
shouldn't have any problems.  Still, as brave as I was trying to act I had to 
admit to myself that I was more than a little nervous.  It didn't help when I 
read one of the brochures while we were waiting.  Looking at our tickets, I saw 
Steve had paid $99 each for the �extreme� tour... oh great.  There were twelve 
zip lines with takeoffs averaging 50 feet high and the highest being 65 feet.  
There was the typical picture wall where photos of groups were posted so they 
could buy them when they were finished, just like you see at many amusement 
parks.  I saw some of the people were upside down!  Well, I could guarantee that 
I would not be doing THAT.

Our group number was called and people started to gather in an area where the 
guides handed out our equipment.  I took my turn on a mat while the guy gave me 
the once over, supposedly to size me up for the right gear but unless he was 
fitting me for a new bra his eyes lingered a little too long on my bust.  Then 
again, I would�ve been more than a little disappointed had he NOT.  What�s the 
point in wearing a deep cut bikini top if it doesn�t draw any stares?  Maria had 
recommended I wear shorts over my bikini bottom and I quickly learned the wisdom 
of her advice. The straps went down between my legs and then up and under my 
butt, all of which would have been rather uncomfortable against bare skin.  The 
worst thing was the helmet.  It wasn�t a full helmet like a motorcycle but more 
like a hard hat.  I guess they didn't want us to bump our heads but my question 
was what out there that we could bump our heads against in the first place?

Once we were all outfitted, we went to a small area where we got the mandatory 
safety lecture.  No booze, no fooling around, listen to the guides, etc.  The 
guides seemed to be really fun though and they added some humor to keep 
everything from being too boring and serious.

Sitting there next to Steve, I glanced around at our group.  There were twelve 
of us, which was apparently smaller than most groups but the guides said that 
would just make it easier to get everyone through.  The brochure said that the 
minimum age was three years old but thankfully we didn't have anyone even close 
to that age.  There was only one family with kids and they both were in their 
mid-teens from what I could tell.  The daughter looked older which was later 
confirmed when they mentioned she was starting college.  The other six were 
three couples, none of which were married.  Steve proudly announced that we�d 
just been married the past weekend and everyone clapped and congratulated us.

One thing I DID notice was that everybody was dressed for the heat and humidity.  
All the guys were in shorts as were all the women.  A couple of the women were 
already wearing their souvenir t-shirts.  One was the mother and her t-shirt 
hung loose although you could still make out the outline of her bra underneath.  
The other was worn by her daughter with a somewhat different approach in that 
hers seemed to have been shrink-fit on and it was obvious she wasn't wearing 
anything underneath although she was rather small, maybe at the low end of the B 
cup range.  Of the others, one of the girls was wearing a tight tank top that 
was REALLY cut low which only enhanced her large boobs.  The other two were 
somewhat similar to me in that all they had on was a bikini top although I was 
rather pleased that mine was the skimpiest.  The dad gave me a few quick looks 
as did some of the other guys.

The first thing we had to do was climb stairs to a rope bridge leading to the 
first takeoff station.  The rope bridge did nothing to help my nervousness!   
One by one we were snapped in just as we had been shown in the safety lecture, 
then released and on our way.  We all wore heavy gloves with a large leather pad 
in the palm designed to wrap around the cable which became your brake.

The first line was rather short and not too steep, obviously intended to get you 
accustomed to the routine and gain some confidence.  I went before Steve so he 
could be behind me. 

Talk about cool!  I loved the feel of the air against me as I went flying down 
under the canopy of trees.  I probably slowed down too soon but at least I 
didn't stall the way one of the girls did and the guide had to pull himself out 
to her and get her started again.

The second line was twice as long and a lot steeper.  My heart was racing as I 
was FLYING through the jungle, my hair streaming out behind me.  Steve came in 
close behind, having gained ground along the line.

�Wow, that was wild!� he exclaimed as he cleared out the way for the next person 
coming in, making our way to the stairs that took us up to the next platform.  
�So what do you think, is this cool or what?�

As we approached the head of the line, one of the guide came to Steve and asked 
if we wanted to do the next one together.  Steve didn't hesitate to say yes so 
when we got to the platform the guide had Steve hook up first.  Then with him 
hanging down wit his knees bent the guide had me straddle him as he hooked me 
up.

�Just ride him like you do at home,� the guide teased us, winking at one of his 
fellow guides.  I grabbed the cable and bounced on Steve�s lap.  �Like this?� I 
teased them back and they just laughed.

With my legs wrapped around my new husband and my arms around his neck, we were 
given a push and off we went.  Steve kissed me for about half the trip and then 
focused on the end to make sure we didn't go crashing into the platform.

�Hmmmmmm, do you guys do private tours� Steve asked the guide who had joke about 
me riding him.  The guide just laughed but then he didn't say no either.  Now 
THAT might be interesting should we ever get back here again with more time 
options.

The guides told us that Line #4 was the shortest one on the tour but it was 
almost one of the steepest, meaning that everything had to be done by the book.  
He was right.  As I was hooked up I looked down the line and it seemed to me it 
went straight down but as it turned out I was getting into it by then and I went 
screaming down like a rocket.  The guide caught me at the end with a big grin on 
his face.

We took a brief break before the fifth line.  This time one of the other guides 
asked Steve if he wanted to go down upside down.  Well, he didn't have to ask my 
guy twice.  Steve handed me the camera and told me to go first and then get a 
good shot of him as he came in.   When I go down I turned as quickly as I could 
with the camera ready to go.  Oh my god, he was insane!  Sure enough thee he was 
hanging upside down from the cable.  Right next to him was the guide which made 
sense since Steve couldn't reach the cable to control himself.  There were 
hooked together so it wasn�t like they had to hold onto one another. Steve was 
whooping it up and laughing as they came in and I got some great shots.

As we approached the next line Steve kept pestering me about going upside down 
this time while he took the photos.  I told him he was insane but he kept after 
me the entire way up the stairs.  The guide who had gone with Steve said he 
would take me and that it was perfectly safe, something he did all the time and 
hadn�t dropped anyone - yet.  They both laughed at the poor joke but it wasn't 
all that funny to me.

Steve was ahead of me but I wasn�t paying much attention to him as two guides 
worked to get me set up.  First one of the guides got ready and then the other 
connected me right in front of him and told me to just relax.  Yeah right.  I 
squealed like a little girl as he grabbed my legs and flipped me around until 
the first one gabbed me by the waist and help me as we started off down after 
Steve.  

OH MY GOD!

At first I just closed my eyes but that just made it worse.  The ground seemed 
like it was at least a mile below me as the scenery flew past us.  My boobs were 
handing down and I thought any second they were going to come flopping out but 
somehow the bikini top maintained its grip. My legs flopped back over the guides 
shoulders so he ended up with head right in my crotch.  At the moment I didn't 
care - just so long as he didn't let me go.

I felt us slowing down and just before we got to the platform the guide somehow 
flipped me around so I came in head-up.  Steve was taking as many pics as he 
could, laughing and pointing at me as he encouraged me to relax.

I though I might never relax again.

�I�m going to kill you,� I said through tight lips as they undid me.  I was only 
half-teasing.  My heart was thumping like it was trying to burst from my chest 
like some alien movie as my hair was a total wreck.  My top was twisted with one 
boob half out as I tried to adjust it back while it seemed everyone was staring 
at me.

�Oh crap Kelly... you should have seen your face!� Steve went on between 
laughing.  Then he turned to the guide who had come down with me saying, �Enjoy 
the view between my wife�s legs?�  At first the guide looked stricken but then 
Steve whacked him on the back with a, �Just kidding... no sweat.�

Well, we were half-way through the tour after being out for over an hour.  Wow, 
this was a lot more than I had ever expected it to be.  I had figured a few 
quick runs and it would be over but this was turning into quite the adventure.

Steve spoke to one of the guides who let the rest of the group pass us so we 
would be last.  I was thankful at first as I thought he was doing it to give me 
as much time as possible to calm down.  Once I got my breath back it wasn't so 
bad.  Just goes to show you can adapt to most anything given enough time.

�I want you to go first this time,� he said as we waited. It seemed to be taking 
longer this time.  Evidently someone up front must be having problems of some 
sort.  There was one couple with a really dippy girl who never could seem to get 
the hand of the hookup.  It was like she never learned from one platform to the 
next.

�Ready for some fun?� Steve asked with a mischievous smile.  Uh oh.

�No more upside down or anything crazy,� I protested, �You can do whatever you 
want but once was enough for me.�

�That�s not what I meant,� Steve smirked, �I want some shots of you flashing 
your boobs.�

�Steve!� I pretended to be offended, �And what if someone else sees my boobs?�

�Yeah, like THAT ever worried you before,� he teased.  OK, guilty as charged.  
�Besides, everyone else will be behind you.�

Well maybe everyone in our group but there were always two guides at the rear to 
keep on eye on things and help the last person to get hooked up.  When I pointed 
that little detail out to him it just seemed to make him all the more 
determined.

�Oh come on, they�ve all been staring at your tits all day.  Give the poor guys 
a sample.�

Good ol� Steve, he knew just what buttons to push. 

After everyone else had gone down the line, Steve stood by as they connected me.  
He said something to the guide who started to shake his head but Steve seemed 
insistent until finally the guide shrugged and turned to me.

�He wants us to make it so you face backward,� he explained.  �You have to be 
careful and watch him so you know when to start slowing down.�

I wondered if he had any idea WHY Steve wanted me to go down that way.  Well, if 
he didn�t he was about to find out.

�Take your time babe,� Steve said as he got himself connected so he could leave 
as quickly as possible after me.

With the heavy gloves it wasn�t easy to pull up my bikini top but I ended up 
using my thumbs to slide it up and over my boobs as Steve had his camera ready, 
capturing as much as possible.  It felt so naughty to be going through the 
jungle with my boobs out in the open with just Steve seeing me.  Well, Steve and 
two guides who were rapidly fading away as I went down the cable.  

All too soon Steve motioned for me to pull my top down.  Crap, I couldn't get a 
grip on it with the cumbersome gloves!  My hands kept sliding off the thin 
bikini top, getting it just down over my nipples but nowhere close to covering 
my entire bust.

�Kelly, forget it, you have to slow down!� Steve called out to me urgently.  Oh 
well, it would just have to be good enough.  I reached up with my right hand and 
gripped the cable, feeling the heat build up even through the heavy leather 
strip that was fit into the palm.

The guide at the receiving end grabbed me by the waist as I entered the 
platform.  Quickly I dropped the gloves and adjusted the top but not before I�m 
sure he got an eyeful.  Oh well, not like he was complaining.  Steve was there 
in just a few seconds holding up the camera with a huge grin.

�You gotta see these,� he said breathlessly. We moved over to the side as he 
switched the camera to review mode and showed me the photos he had just taken.  
Well, it was something for the personal version of our honeymoon album!

The guide who had caught me took his turn at the end of the line while the other 
raced to the front.  They switched around at each platform, I guess so as not to 
get bored.

�Would the two of you like to go down together on the next one?� he asked.  He 
pointed ahead and I saw one of the other couples doing that very thing.  Well, 
if they could do it I didn't see any reason why we couldn't, especially if we 
stayed at the end of the line.

�You thinking what I�m thinking?� Steve whispered to me. It didn't require me to 
be a psychic to figure THAT out.  I quickly reached down and patted him once 
between his legs.  Yep, it was easy to know what he was thinking.

The guide helping us recommended we go down with Steve facing forward and me 
basically sitting his lap facing him.  It was a position I was quite familiar 
with!  It was a little awkward but soon we were on our way.

�Steve!�

My new husband was groping me right in the middle of the jungle while sliding 
down a zip line in front of people we�d never met before.  Granted, wearing 
those heavy gloves made it almost comical, not to mention a little rough on my 
skin.  It was one of those cases where WHAT he was doing was more sensual than 
HOW he was doing it.

It only lasted for about fifteen seconds before he had to reach up for the cable 
to slow us down.  My only regret was we should have arranged for one of the 
guides to photograph us!

Now that we had the position figured out and rehearsed, it was my turn to take 
the initiative.

�Can we do that again?� I asked the guide.  He smiled and assured it that it was 
just fine with him.  The sly grin on his face revealed his ulterior motives but 
it didn't matter to me.  Heck, he would never see us again so what did it 
matter?

�Do I really have to wear gloves if we are connected together?� I asked once he 
agreed to my first question.  That grabbed Steve�s attention as he looked at me 
curiously.

The guide debated for a second and then asked one of the older guides.  The 
second guy came to us and informed us that the safety rules required that people 
always wear their gloves.  Seeing the dejected look on my face, he grinned and 
then added, �But sometimes mistakes happen, you know?�  He elbowed Steve in the 
ribs and raised his eyebrows, the grin never leaving his face.

I took off my gloves and handed them to one of the guides.   Finally it was our 
turn to go and by then I was feeling horny as hell.  If I REALLY had my druthers 
we would just stay and fuck on the platform.  The guides could watch... heck the 
way I was feeling they could do me!  This time we had the routine down pat.  The 
moment we left the platform my hands went straight down to between my legs where 
Steve�s shorts were unzipped and waiting for me.  Clever boy!  

�Can you cum in ten seconds?� I joked as I grabbed his dick through his shorts. 

�Just about,� he groaned as we flew along, oblivious to the beautiful scenery 
below us.

Needless to say, there weren't that many option given the situation and the 
short time period we had but it was one of those �make a memory� moments.

�OK, we�re almost there,� he said and I could hear his glove gripping the cable.  
I didn't react but instead kept my hands inside our legs.

�Kelly!  Now!� he said a little more urgently as we slowed down.

Even before we had taken off I had made up my mind that I wasn�t going to let 
loose of him until I absolutely had to and by that I mean physically had to.  I 
didn't care who saw us.  What difference did it make?  Maybe I was being selfish 
but I wanted something that we could share for the rest of our lives. 

�You�re crazy,� he laughed as I felt hand grab me from behind once we were over 
the edge of the next platform.  Only then did I release my grip on him as we 
stood up.  Steve�s dick was sticking out from his shorts and I got a kick how 
the guides all turned their eyes.  Well, no gays were here today.  Steve quickly 
pushed his stiff cock back inside his shorts and zipped them up.

Nobody said anything but I felt rather pleased with myself.  I could just 
imagine the laughs we would have someday when we were older and recalling our 
wild younger days.  It wasn�t like we�d be caught having sex.

After that we just rode the next line down without any horseplay.  The guides 
looked noticeably disappointed!  I wondered if they had hoped that maybe we 
would up the ante a little with each line but there was a limit to how far you 
can go hanging from a cable fifty feet above the ground.

It was the next to last line and for all practical purposes the last good one as 
we had learned the last one was pretty short.  The big question faced us - what 
could we do after all we�d done so far?  I really meant it exactly that way - 
what COULD we do?  Te physical limitations were real and maybe if we were a 
circus act there might have been more options but for now I could only think of 
one.  Somehow I didn�t think anyone would object...

�What would you do to get me to go totally topless?� I asked Steve with a 
naughty grin.  �I mean, I�ll give you my bikini top so I can�t cheat.�

Steve stroked his chin thoughtfully, overplaying it a bit but that was OK.

�How about I fuck you all night when we get back?�

I giggled and answered, �You�re going to do that anyway so what else?�

He didn't say anything right away of I gave him my offer.  �What do you say we 
stop at Playa del Carmen on the way back and you buy me any dress I want?�

He said yes so fast it made me wish I�d upped the stakes even more as no doubt 
he would have agreed to anything.

�But we need to do something about the rest of the group,� I mused.

�I�ve got that,� he said and then went up a couple of steps to the guide ahead 
of us.  I couldn't hear what he said but then they both looked back at me 
grinning and I figured whatever it was they had something worked out.

�We�re set,� Steve said when he returned, �They�re going to make sure the rest 
of the group has moved on.  You�ll have to bare it all in front of the guys 
though.  I assumed that would be OK.�

I just rolled my eyes.  He could be so silly sometimes but that was one reason I 
loved him so.

Finally we were next in line.  Usually you would go when the person in front of 
you was about half-way down but this time we stood there until everyone had 
traversed the span and were climbing up to the next takeoff platform.

�I�ll go first,� Steve offered, twisting around in the harness so he could look 
behind him as he went.  He had the camera on his lap with the strap around his 
neck in case he lost his grip.  I�d hate to have to find that camera in the 
thick jungle below us.

�OK, hand it over,� Steve said, holding out his hand.  I reached behind my back 
and undid the tie, then worked the bikini top up and over me head which wasn't 
as easy as it sounds with the harness on.  Steve grinned as he took it from my 
hand and stuffed it in his front pocket.

�So what do you guys think of my new wife,� Steve asked proudly as I stood there 
topless.  They all just smiled and I think they weren�t sure what to say.  That 
was OK with me, the expression on their faces wrote a book.  For a brief moment 
I imagined all the possibilities if we just stayed there on the platform but 
those thoughts were interrupted when Steve took off.

I was ready to go as soon as he left such that only about fifteen feet separated 
us.  I held my hand up on the cable with a loose grip so my boobs were on 
display as much as possible while Steve had the camera going non-stop.  Even in 
the heat the breeze felt cool against my boobs and I could feel my nipples 
instantly reacting. 

All too soon we reached the end of the line.  I reached for my bikini but Steve 
pulled it back just before I had it.

�Maybe you should just stay that way,� he taunted me.

�Not if you want to get laid tonight,� I warned him, holding out my right hand 
with my left on my hip in my most demanding pose.

�Here you go then,� he said, tossing it back to me.  Holy crap, I missed it and 
my heart skipped a beat but the guide next to me grabbed it before it feel to 
the ground.  He handed it to me while taking in a good look at my boobs.  I 
worked it back on and we rushed to join up with the rest of the group.

�Last line!� the lead guide called out.  This time we would be going almost all 
the way to the ground so it would be steeper than any of the previous ones but 
it was also shorter so we couldn't build up too much speed.  Before I knew it we 
were on the ground.  Looking at my watch, it had been almost three hours!

Following everyone else, we returned to the equipment center and removed our 
harnesses and handed in our helmets and gloves.  We thanked the guides and I saw 
Steve hang back to tip the guides.  They�d certainly earned it!

We were led to the lunch area where they served us while we all rested.  Sitting 
down, I suddenly realized how tired I was.  Dang, that was a lot of work!  
Still, I wouldn't have wanted to miss any of it.  As we were eating I saw people 
looking up and I saw a series of monitors where a slideshow was playing 
featuring each person in the group.  I wondered how much they charged for them 
but that would depend on how we looked.  Heck, they should have warned us when 
the photos were being taken so we could be sure not to be looking like idiots. 

Oh... my... god!  Steve�s photo was the first of our to appear and I immediately 
knew which line where they had taken the photos - the next to last.  Instead of 
a full head-on photo like most of the previous ones, this was more of a profile 
with his camera held out in front of him as he was taking photos of something.  
I knew exactly what he was taking them of, or should I say WHO he was taking 
them of.... ME!

The system was either automatic or whoever was running it didn't worry about any 
difference between G and R ratings.  Sure enough, mine came up next and I heard 
a few gasps in the lunch area.

�Hey dad... look!� I heard the kid who�d been up in front with his family.

Sure enough, there I was in all my topless glory, a huge grin on my face as I 
zipped through the jungle wearing just a harness and my shorts.

�Now THAT�S interesting,� Steve chuckled.  I didn't know whether to be 
embarrassed or turned on.  It was like everyone had turned to look at me but 
what could I do?  I just shrugged my shoulders and lifted my hands up with a 
�whatever� expression.

�I�ve GOT to buy that one,� Steve said as he got up to hustle to the desk where 
they sold the photos.  I followed him and all of a sudden it was like the 
counter got a lot more crowded.  

�I want the girl in the last one,� I hear someone asking.  My eyes widened.  
Would they really sell someone else�s photo to him?  Apparently yes as I saw him 
handing over a ten dollar bill with a big grin as the girl handed him a photo 
holder which now held a topless photo of me in it.

Steve finally got to the front of the line and asked for mine.  The girl 
obviously didn't know he was my husband until her had paid and took the photo 
from her.  He opened it up to check and then I heard him say to the girl, �She�s 
my wife� as he nodded to where I was standing.  The girl looked over at me and 
just smiled sweetly.  Hmmmmmm, was this a common occurrence?

�This is so cool,� he said as we headed out to get on the army truck that would 
take us to the cenote.  Was it my imagination or was everyone looking at me as 
we climbed aboard?

It was a short bumpy ride to the cenote.  I stripped off my shorts and stuffed 
them in my bag along with the photo as we followed everyone to the top of the 
cenote.  At the edge I looked down where it looked like a miniature lake of 
crystal clear water.  People were already swimming along the edges and then I 
saw someone zipping down, hanging onto a bar with his hands.  Right over the 
middle he let go and did a cannonball into the water.

�Cool!� Steve gushed and I could see he was eager to give it a try.  There was 
quite a line so it would be a few minutes during which I did some people-
watching, one of my favorite hobbies.

We were definitely in Mexico, or at least NOT the local public pool in 
Pittsburgh.  Nobody was nude, or at least not technically as some of the thongs 
were all but nonexistent.  Even those girls who probably should NOT have been 
wearing thongs were letting their asses hang out and their boobs all but busting 
out of mini-bikini tops.  Heck, if anything mine was conservative as there was 
actually some material running up the back of my butt and not just a string.

The flight into the cenote was fun but by then I�d about had my fill of zip 
lines.  The best part was the cool water after spending several hours in the 
jungle heat and humidity.  Being we didn't have to wait for a van or bus to 
collect all its passengers, we could leave whenever we wanted so after Steve 
took a second run we decided we�d better get going as we had a long trip ahead 
of us... not to mention some shopping.  I wasn't going to let him off from his 
promise!


Chapter 7 - Did I Mention I'm in Love?
======================================

After spending the week in mostly rural areas, Playa del Carmen was like New 
York City. The traffic was horrendous and I was scared to death we would get in 
an accident after hearing horror stories of what happened to foreigners having 
car accidents in Mexico.  It wasn't until we finally found a parking space in a 
ridiculously expensive parking lot and began waling around that I felt at ease.

This would be our last �experience� in Mexico and my husband and lover treated 
me like a princess.  He didn't refuse me anything, not even when I picked out 
the most beautiful (and expensive) dress in this perfect little boutique shop 
tucked away from the main drag.  We had some drinks, bought some silly souvenirs 
and grabbed a bit to eat at what looked to be a safe restaurant.  I don�t thin 
we separated the entire time, walking everyone holding hands or our arms around 
the other.  We must have stopped to kiss a hundred times!

The trip back was fairly uneventful.  Both of us were tired and had it not been 
for the tight suspension of the Jeep I would have fallen asleep long before I 
actually did.  It wasn�t until the Jeep lurched into a pothole on the final road 
to the inn that I woke.

�Have a good time?� Maria asked, offering us food which we politely refused.  I 
started to tell her a bit about our day when Steve reached into my bag and 
pulled out the photo holder.

�No!� I said firmly but he just brushed my objection aside.  He handed the 
holder to Maria who looked at me and then slowly opened it.  A smile came to her 
face and she shut it again.

�Well, I guess you DID have a good time.�

Understatement of the day.

We made out way back to the cabana where the soft glow of the low voltage lights 
lit the curtains of our neighbors.  They would stay on a few more hours before 
the power was cut for the night.  Steve shut the door behind us and then we 
turned and embraced one another, kissing passionately, our hands all over the 
other.

Suddenly I burst into tears.  Our honeymoon was almost over!!!

�Oh Steve, I love you SOOOOOO much,� I sobbed into his shoulder.  He pulled me 
in tight and just held me against him, the strength and warmth of his body 
making me feel so secure. 

I looked up into his eyes and traced my fingertips along his cheeks and forehead 
and then along his lips.  He needed a shave but I didn't care.

�Make love to me Steve... oh darling make love to me like you never have 
before.�

That night on the beach my husband made love to me in the same place where we 
did the first night we�d arrived only this time it was even better.  We had been 
though so much this past week, spending more time than ever before in such a 
short time.  As much as I knew I had loved him before, now it was deeper than 
anything I had ever imagined. 

How many times did I cum?  I know HE came three times.  Eventually we made out 
way back to our cabana and slipped into bed together.  I felt fulfilled, loved, 
so happy.  It was almost scary.  How could it ever get better than this?

The next morning we made love one last time before breakfast and then there was 
the long drive back to the airport.  I watched as the scenery passed by, trying 
to take it in as much as possible, trying to drive every detail into my memory.

As we boarded the plane, I looked one more time back into the terminal and said 
a little goodbye to Cancun.  Funny, I�d been here before and left from almost 
the exact same gate yet this time was so different.  I looked at Steve ahead of 
me and smiled as I quickened my steps to join him.

Our honeymoon was over but something told me the best was yet to come!

Did I ever mention I love my husband?


  

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