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

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Summary:

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
================================

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 clock 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 its 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 its 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 its 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 its 
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
==============================

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 its 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
==============================

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.”

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
=======================================

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 Cobá 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 Cobá 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 though 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 let’s 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 no 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 only take one or two more 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 die 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 our 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 later 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 hands 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 about half his dick in my 
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 from 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 our 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 was 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 
won’t 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
==========================================

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 quite 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 with 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 grabbed 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 thought 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 an 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 my 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 off.... 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 walking 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 think 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 our 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 through 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 our 
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?

THE END 
