Adulterous Honeymoon

I just couldn’t get enough of his cock, wanting it harder and deeper, wanting it to raise me higher and higher as I neared orgasm! His excitement seemed as great as mine as he smashed into me, battering my clit, as the “slap, slap, slap” sound of fucking filled the air. The culmination was a mutual explosion as he surged against me, welding himself against my cunt as we ground together. We remained pushing hard against each other as he ejaculated a flood of cum and I felt its heat shooting toward my womb. We posed there for a second or so, and then just collapsed as he pulled out and flopped down beside me. I was still in a daze from the intensity of the screwing and the tremendous release of my climax, and I just lay there, spread open and completely exposed. My stupor was suddenly ended by my becoming aware of more flashes going off! I came to my senses and opened my eyes and became aware of what was really an audience looking down at me taking pictures of me lying there naked, open and fucked!

Looking back I am astounded at myself! Last Monday when I had sucked Bob’s cock on the beach and realized that I had been seen, I literally ran away, totally humiliated. I had, of course, acted differently when, on Thursday, people on their boats had watched Bob having me on the sand bar, but that was different – that was out on the water and the audience was separate from where we were. This time I was actually right on the beach with, as it turned out, people right around me – taking pictures! I really don’t know why I didn’t just fall apart and cringe there or, again, run away, mortified. Instead, smiling pleasantly, I slowly pulled my legs up to my tits, opened them to show my well-used cunt, and waited until it had been thoroughly photographed. Finally, when the flashes subsided and everyone had their cunt pictures, I stood up and, carrying my panties, calmly said, “Ok, fellows, let’s go home!” Alan and Bob, shocked, I’m sure, at my savor faire, each took one of my arms and, without hurrying, we walked away from the crowd, me still completely naked! Camera flashes still went off, with several people getting full frontal shots, me actually pausing so that the pictures wouldn’t be blurred! I continued to act with complete equanimity, smiling happily as shutters snapped and flashes went off.! It was unbelievable. The me of three weeks ago would have been shattered, the me of now wasn’t even fazed, even loved the attention! Had I gone from virginal chastity to complete depravity in that short time? The evidence seemed to say yes, but, somehow, I didn’t even care! So, flanked by my adulterous lover and my cuckolded husband, I coolly walked away.

When we got back to the cottage, we reacted with laughter, with both men in awe of my composure, Alan kidding me with, “We knew that you could put out in public! This was even better than the sandbar! We didn’t have you on a real stage, but this was better because they could be closer and take pictures! I got some, too! Thank heavens for point and shoot cameras! I got some of the crowd – wait till you see some of their faces! I actually saw a couple of guys rubbing their cocks as they watched! There were three girls together just staring – I wouldn’t be surprised if they got fucked tonight!”

“I’m lucky that I didn’t know such a crowd had collected – my cock might have gone limp! When those first flashes went off, I was far enough along that I didn’t care!”

“I still can’t believe this! I’ve been fucked as if I was in a porn movie! Jeff and Suzanne this afternoon, Bob then, and now in public! Can you believe that we were married almost a month ago, I was a woman that Aunt Agatha would have been proud of, and now this! I’d say that it’s a good thing we’re going home Sunday before I become even more immoral and debauched, but I don’t really know how I could be! What more could I do or have done to me? Think about it: another man took my virginity, he’s had me in my mouth, cunt and ass, in private and in public, I’ve slept with him two nights, another man has fucked me and, of all things, I’ve had sex with another woman! Gods, what more could I do?”

“No, not much more, I guess, but I don’t think that you regret any of it, do you? I certainly don’t, and we wanted a memorable honeymoon!”

“No, I don’t regret anything, even being fucked in public, and I’m looking forward to sex with Suzanne tomorrow!”

Bob chimed in with, “Well, I certainly don’t have any regrets! And, we still have tomorrow – after you’re through with Suzanne – and while there really isn’t anything completely new that we can do, repetition isn’t too bad!”

So, after a very eventful day, and Alan and I rehashed everything again after Bob went home – after one more cock sucking.

Saturday, August 29. This was to be our last full day in Belize and we hardly could believe it. We had mixed emotions, loving it there and wrapped up in our activities, sexual and otherwise, but we also were eager to get home. All Alan could think about when he thought of leaving was getting that stent out and stopping his dampening medication! I was really ambivalent, thinking of the multiple sexual adventures that I had in Belize, but I was a bit homesick and I, also, was looking forward to sex with Alan. The first thing of significance that I did on our last day, however, was to make plans for more sex there! I called Suzanne as soon as I thought the time was reasonable, and made arrangements to meet her at their hotel about 2:00 – there was no mention of shopping! Then, joined by Bob, we spent an hour of so in the water – torpedoing Nita for the last time. We walked down the beach, wading in the surf, me, as was now usual, wearing my bikini bottoms with my bare tits bobbling up and down as we jumped over the incoming flow. We headed back to our path, and then deliberately made our relationship crystal clear to anyone watching.

Alan and I stood, side by side, talking to Bob, and, then, Alan made a gesture toward the snack shack and walked away toward it. Bob put his arm around me, and in public view, grasped my tit and leading me up our path to “our place!” Once there, I was soon on my back, my feet projecting a bit above the sheltering dune, with Bob firmly embedded in my cunt, fucking me. We, of course, knew that any observers along the beach would know what was going on and, at least those who were “regulars,” had to know that it wasn’t my husband having me! This wasn’t open in public like last night or the scuba diving sand bar incident, but this was a deliberate, planned demonstration of my infidelity. It was a powerful screwing session, partly because of that, but also because we were in “our place,” a place of many vivid memories – including losing my virginity to the man who was in me then. Shortly after we finished with a massive orgasm, Alan arrived. He had walked to the snack shack, coming back carrying three Cokes, strolling slowly past people who most likely knew that his wife had been fucked while he was gone! He had delayed returning until my feet dropped out of sight so as not to “catch” us in the act of adultery!

It was fun, adding a bit of scandalous behavior for people to talk about. We weren’t going to see those people after tomorrow, and most had no idea of who we were, but it was fun to do something totally audacious and blatent! I would have loved to hear the gossip among those who knew that Alan and I were on our honeymoon and that Bob was screwing me! In any case, Alan and I dressed and drove into town for lunch near Suzanne’s hotel, me almost too nervous to eat! I actually had a date with a woman! A date to have sex! It’s one thing to have sex with another woman when part of an orgy, anything goes, but it’s another to meet a woman for no reason but to have sex! It had been traumatic setting myself up to have sex with Bob the first time, but it was at least as scary to think of going to a hotel room specifically to have sex with another woman! Right up to the fireworks episode, I had never even thought of being attracted to another woman sexually – such a thing just never had occurred to me! However, there certainly was no doubt in my mind about that attraction now! It was just that I didn’t know how to start, how we would get by the awkwardness I felt and I’m sure she felt. Still, the appeal was there, and, nervous or not, I was looking forward to it!

Finally, 2:00 arrived, and I left Alan to walk around town and the harbor and went up to Suzanne’s room. As it turned out, the awkwardness I feared never appeared, because as soon as the door closed behind me, we were in a passionate kiss which lasted at least a full minute. We started frantically removing our clothes – actually, mine since all she had on was a robe. No more than five minutes after I arrived, we were naked on the bed together, deep in another kiss. We were feeling and fondling each other as we kissed, squeezing tits, running fingers through pussy hair and the pussy, itself! Eventually, she broke the kiss and worked her way down my body, sucking and licking my nipples while sliding her hand over my cunt, tickling my clit. Ultimately, of course, she knelt between my legs and felt and probed me while I just writhed around in pleasure. Without prompting, I raised and parted my legs and she began a long, delightful, session of cunnilingus!

Both Alan and Bob had licked my cunt, and, while I had really enjoyed it, this was different! Even when she had licked me with Bob and Jeff, it had not been like this! It was a whole different experience when we were alone and having sex – her tongue was the same, and what she was doing was the same, but the situation amplified the pleasure! Before, the female-female sex was just an adjunct to the group orgy – now it was the main, actually, the only, event!

It seemed to take forever as I slowly worked up toward my climax, her tongue flicking over my clit and, occasionally dipping into my cunt and swirling around. At the same time, when not licking between the lips, she sank her index finger into me and finger-fucked me in a rhythm matching my undulations. Once in a while, for variation, she slipped her lubricated fingertip into my ass and wiggled it around, causing a different surge of arousal coursing through me. As I approached orgasm, she began probing my cunt with her thumb while sinking her finger entirely into my ass, finger-fucking both holes. At the end, I was flexing up and down so hard that she couldn’t keep her tongue on my clit and she simply buried her face in my cunt, licking as much as she could. Her fingers were working as fast as they could, trying to match my uncontrolled motions. My orgasm was tremendous, one of my best ever, as with one final surge upward, I came, holding still with my hips held up off the bed, her fingers still embedded in my cunt and ass. Then I collapsed, my drop to the bed causing the fingers to pull out, leaving me empty as well as breathless and exhausted. That certainly was the best non-cock climax I had had! Amazing, and I loved it!

Suzanne moved up beside me, cupping my breast with one hand and wiping her face with the other. Still, there was a damp shine on her cheeks and chin that came from my cunt and, for some reason, that excited me – physical evidence of what she had just done. I managed to gasp out, “That was wonderful! Oh, it felt so good!” I reached up and pulled her to me and kissed her with real passion. Despite her efforts to remove the moisture from her face, it was still pretty wet, adding something different to the feel of our cheeks together. In addition, I could taste something different on her lips, a taste that clearly was from my cunt. That same flavor was on her tongue when she inserted it into my mouth, reminding me just where that tongue had been and what pleasure it had given me. We said very little as I recovered, but the way we kissed, hugged and caressed each other removed any need to speak. Then, both from a need to give her what she had given me, and my own desire to do it, I began the journey down her body.

Actually, of course, I had seen and felt everything yesterday, even licking her and having a sixty-nine session, but this was different. This was not part of a threesome or foursome, this was two women alone having sex! She, by herself, had brought me to orgasm by licking and finger-fucking my cunt and ass, and I wanted to reciprocate – partly, obviously, as I said, to bring her pleasure, but, at least as important, I wanted to do it for myself! I had a positive desire to lick her cunt for me! I wanted to have my finger in her cunt and ass because I wanted to do it! I took great pleasure in lightly sucking her nipples as I fondled her tits, I delighted in running my fingers through her fluffy cunt hair and, most of all, I loved the feel of her wet cunt as I fingered her clit and ran the fingers through her slit! Then, I went inside, enjoying the slippery, slick walls of her cunt. After a few minutes of exploration, I moved between her legs and just studied everything, from the mound of hair at the top to the puckered asshole at the bottom. I had seen her before, but so that I could take my time and really look!

Finally, I crouched down and began to lightly flick my tongue over her clit, causing her to flex upwards to increase the contact. Then, I slid my tongue down, between her cunt lips, delving into the hole, itself. Continuing down, I reached her asshole and licked and pushed against it before moving back up. It was wonderful doing these things when we were alone. I felt freer to enjoy, even get hot, as I really inspected a cunt for the first time, and, then, was able to play with it (and its neighbor) at my own, and her, pace. I had received great pleasure from a threesome and a foursome, but I couldn’t help from being a bit self-conscious when I worked on her with a man or men there.

In any case, I enthusiastically played with her for both our sakes, concentrating on her clit with my tongue while inserting, as she had done, my thumb into her cunt and my finger into her asshole – and we both loved it! We got wilder and wilder as she approached orgasm by flexing up and down, writhing and pressing hard against my fingers, and panting and gasping incoherently. I licked and finger-fucked her faster and faster, more and more excited myself until, finally, she climaxed, hips off the bed, surging against my face and fingers – and then slumped back, completely overcome and exhausted. I stayed between her drooping legs, licking gently, and, exhausted myself, moved out and lay beside her. There was no energy left in either of us, but we still embraced and kissed fervently, she getting to taste her own cunt on my lips as I had tasted mine earlier. It was an extremely pleasant aftermath as we gradually returned to normal.

We weren’t finished, of course. We engaged in a sixty-nine session which was fun, but not as effective as doing each other separately, and spent a lot of time just fondling and feeling each other. Our fingers were in one hole or the other many times, sometimes combined with licking, sometimes not. We each seemed to really get excited by licking and fingering the other’s asshole and, of course, being licked there ourselves. I think, in fact, that we did just about everything two women can do to each other, ending with very long and intense goodbye kisses, combined with mutual promises to get together sometime when we were back in the States. All in all, it was a wonderful afternoon, and while it lacked the powerful force of a pounding cock, it had its own delights that made me want more of it. I clearly had become a confirmed bisexual!

I went down and found Alan almost asleep in the lobby and realized that Suzanne and I had been engaged in uninterrupted sex for over two hours! We drove home and, after I described my afternoon in detail, went down to the beach. We were near the end of beach time, and our emotions were thoroughly mixed. Normally, I would expect to be ready to leave and go home – Alan had a particular reason for that – but we had become so involved in our many activities in Belize, including sex, of course, that we were torn. Actually, sexwise, today had been quiet. Bob had screwed me twice this morning, but that was well below our recent average! We went back to “our place” and lay there on the mats thinking of all the things we had done, including scuba diving, trying the parasail once, just driving around the countryside, eating at nice restaurants, etc., but our fondest memories always came back to sex, my wet tee shirt win being near the top. It was that night the I think really freed me up to do all the other things, Of course, losing my virginity to Bob was up there too, but that public demonstration gave me the confidence to just let go!

Surprisingly, one of the things that stood out was spending the night with Bob. I really don’t know why that seemed so much more significant than all the other things that I had done – or had done to me – but maybe, perversely, it was because Alan wasn’t there, it was just me sleeping with another man. Whatever, as we reminisced, that kept coming up as a memory that, like the tee shirt contest, made me feel freer. Also, walking the beach topless and hearing the comments, walking around just wearing panties and a multitude of other exhibitionist activities buoyed my confidence, too. Of course, being screwed in public, being screwed at the fireworks show, fucking and sucking at the drive in movies, the lesbian sex – everything changed me. A tame life back home was going with conservative clothes and behavior was going to require a transition back to…well, to not Aunt Agatha standards, but certainly far more decorum. Still, there were compensations, the first of which, Alan’s cock being able to work, was of supreme importance.

Bob arrived just as we were thinking of going to the café for dinner, so, of course, he joined us. We didn’t want a formal meal, so the café was perfect. All I wore was a pair of blue panties under a semi-sheer coverup, sufficiently discrete for there, but little enough to make me feel good. It was a very nice time, Bob adding his memories to ours, and, surprising me a bit, showing a sentimental side at the thought of us leaving. Obviously, I knew that he would miss our company and, most of all, having me sexually, but it was more than that – and it made me feel very good! We finished eating about 6:00 and headed back, walking along the waterline, enjoying the warm water. As usual, about half-way back, I took off my coverup, gave it to Bob, and walked along wearing nothing but my panties. That still turned me on – unless someone was quite close, they couldn’t see that they were panties, but I knew! It being our last evening in Belize, we, without consultation or planning, stopped and that infamous umbrella near the snack stand, and, with Alan blocking the view, I quickly sucked Bob’s cock. It was funny how all three of us spontaneously assumed that sucking there was a good way to finish!

Having completed that nostalgic sucking, we returned to the water line and went in a little further, the surf around our ankles as the water went out, up to our calves as it flowed in. It was very pleasant, but, as the water surged around our feet, the flow pushing in and dragging out, we were staggering about, going deeper occasionally as our feet sank into the wet sand, struggling back in when we could. Of course, there was horseplay, or, more accurately, “Nitaplay,” as they took turns pushing and pulling at me, inevitably, causing me to flop down, face first, causing an unladylike outburst from me. Actually, the water felt very nice and I just turned over, laying there for a moment or two, verbally abusing my tormentors.