Adulterous Honeymoon

Ready to retaliate, I surged to my feet, flinging water toward them as I did so, but as I stood up I was suddenly aware that my panties hadn’t come with me! As happens constantly when one sits where the water sweeps in, my panties had become loaded with sand! Normally, that is just uncomfortable, but panties are not designed to stay on in the water, much less to do so laden with sand. There I was, in broad daylight (6:30 or so) naked except for a pair of thin panties acting as hobbles around my ankles, standing next to a well-populated beach! I tried frantically to get hold of the panties to get them up, but succeeded only in making even more of a spectacle of myself by floundering around and falling flat on my back. Alan and Bob were laughing so hard that they could offer no assistance as I lay there, frantically working my panties up my legs as the surf kept trying to roll me over. Of course, the incoming water was too low to cover me, so my frenetic efforts to cover my cunt were visible to my enthusiastic audience on the beach. Peals of laughter, whistles of appreciation, etc. added to my humiliation. I finally got them up and staggered to my feet – helped by Alan now that the show was over – to a round of applause and a few more whistles.

I probably looked like I had an all over sunburn as I blushed furiously, and, in addition, I still had a quantity of very irritating sand in my panties. More significantly, and adding to my embarrassment and mental confusion, the panties were now quite obviously just that, panties! I looked down as I lurched out of the water and realized that the wet material was sheer and that I appeared to be naked except for blue film over my hips, revealing every hair of my cunt! The applause got louder as people saw my condition, but fortunately, there were no catcalls or rude comments called out. Finally, Bob was able to get to me and give me my coverup, bringing the show to a close. We hurried on down the beach until we got to our own area, the two men continuing to laugh at my continued discomfort, with me acting more upset than I actually was.

To tell the truth, while I was shocked and embarrassed as I struggled into my panties, there was still a part of me that enjoyed the exposure, being the center of attention! If my exposure had been greeted rudely, I really would have been mortified, but the laughter and appreciative calls that I heard somehow excited me. Oh, the first shock of realizing that my panties were around my ankles prevented me from thinking of anything but getting them up. My prat fall as I struggled didn’t help, but, even then, I heard the non-judgmental nature of the audience’s reaction and, while it was embarrassing, it was almost a fun embarrassment. When I got them into place and I realized just how transparent they were, the embarrassment increased, but, perversely, so did my wanton enjoyment of the situation. Actually, rather than adopting the traditional “September morn” pose to hide myself, I sort of flaunted my near nudity as I managed to get my coverup on. In reality, it was sort of a fun episode for everyone at my expense – but I enjoyed it after that first shocking exposure. I didn’t admit that at first, but I soon joined in Alan and Bob’s laughter.

We went further down the beach and, not worrying about my panties any more, waded into the water and swam around a bit, with the usual Nita games, enjoying a bit nostalgia again. We capped the evening off with a torpedoing of my cunt which may or may not have been viewed by the few people still in the water. I was feeling a bit brazen by this time, so I calmly waded ashore with no attempt to hide my now transparent again panties, picking up my coverup and walking sedately to our path, displaying my virtually nude body to anyone who happened to look. We went up to our cottage and Bob to his, planning to get together for a last nighttime drive through the resort and into town. That was when Alan shocked (and secretly thrilled me) by asking a totally unexpected question!

“Would you like to sleep with Bob tonight?” Obviously, my face showed how startled I was at that question, and I couldn’t even think of exactly what he meant because it made no sense under the circumstances. “Oh, I know that it’s our last night here, but I don’t think that that is too important – we’ll be sleeping together from now on at home. Look, we were talking the other night, reminiscing about what we’ve done here and one thing that you liked best and was one of your best memories was sleeping with Bob while I was sick. I don’t see any reason that you shouldn’t have that again before we go! Heavens knows when you’ll ever do that again – sleep with another man, I mean – so, why not?” We talked and talked about that scandalous idea, me protesting to make sure that he genuinely didn’t mind, and, finally, he convinced me that his offer was real. Of course, I wanted to be convinced, but I really did want to be certain that he wasn’t making a brave sacrifice for me. Actually, I got the impression that he wanted me to sleep with Bob because he liked the idea – he even said so and I was reassured that it was a genuine offer. So, it was decided!

I had an unbelievable tingle in my cunt as I showered and dressed, anticipating the night that was to come. I still felt a bit guilty, not because of what I was going to do, but because I wanted it so much! But, I did want it and I honestly thought that the idea turned Alan on too. I had promised to set both cameras up so that he could see and hear everything that went on, so we would both enjoy the night! I‘ll admit that the “hearing“ concerned me because the last time I had been quite vocal and, perhaps, indiscreet, but I consoled myself that Alan had heard me when he scanned the last movie as he downloaded it to the laptop, and hadn’t been bothered. Actually, when he asked me to set up the cameras this time he had told me to let myself go, so maybe he even enjoyed my “indiscretions!”

Bob came over and we toured around the area, enjoying memories, some salacious, of the places we had been. On the way back, I asked Bob if he would like company to spend the night with him. The look on his face was something to behold – a whole panoply of expressions ran across it, from utter surprise to, finally, extreme pleasure and excitement. He had the same reservations that I had had, but, like me, was easily convinced that it was a genuine, no reservations, offer and, needless to say, he enthusiastically said that he would love having company! So, we planned to celebrate the last night of our honeymoon by having me sleep with another man! I loved it!

As soon as we got home, I went in and got my bathroom stuff and changed clothes, put on my nightgown – my wedding night, sheer, shortie gown that I had worn with Bob the last time – kissed Alan goodnight and Bob and I went over to his cottage. It was sexy undressing in front of them, putting on that little gown and leaving my husband standing there as I went off with another man. Bob had had me so often by then that the thrill of adultery should have dimmed, but it hadn’t. Standing there, naked except for the sheer fabric, kissing my husband and leaving with another man – a surge of heat went through me, as much for the sinful nature of what I was doing as the sex, itself! I liked Alan seeing me with Bob! Weird! Perverted! I also enjoyed walking outside in my nightgown. It was doubtful that anyone saw me, but I think that I would have liked having someone seeing me, undressed, and going into Bob’s cottage. By that time, I’m sure that gossipers were well aware or our strange goings on, but this would have been the icing on the cake!

Actually, my nightgown didn’t stay on for long. I set up both cameras so that everything would be recorded from two different angles and we proceeded to what was a long night of sex. We started with something Bob rarely did, licking my cunt! Alan loved to do that, particularly after Bob had filled me with cum, but Bob normally just took me with his cock since any kind of foreplay was unnecessary. It felt marvelous, particularly since he finger-fucked both my cunt and ass as he licked me. I think that I went off at least three times before he came on top of me and entered my cunt. It was a very forceful screwing and he came inside of me very vigorously, flooding me with cum. Once again, I was quite vocal while we fucked, much as I had been the last time we were in bed alone together. I didn’t consciously decide to blurt out whatever I felt, decide not to worry about my comments being recorded, but whatever censor that might have deterred me was asleep! Once again I said that I was his bride, his wife! At one point I called out for him to fuck his wife! At another, I actually said, unbelievably, “I wish that I weren’t on the pill so you could get me pregnant!” That flabbergasted me later and I couldn’t believe that I had said it, but the recording didn’t lie! Then, as soon as Bob came in me, I lay beside him and lightly sucked on his cock until he was hard enough again and I said, “There, it’s ready…stick it up my ass!” I still can’t believe that I could say such a thing, but I did – and shortly afterwards he did just that! It was a brutal ass fucking and, coming so soon after the previous screwing, it lasted a long time before I felt the heat of his ejaculation. As usual, as soon as it was out of my ass, it was in my mouth. I relished the acrid taste and actually put a hand down and rubbed my clit while I did it. As I said so often before, I have no idea as to why cleaning his cock of the residue from my own ass aroused me, but it certainly did!

The next two hours were filled with kissing, feeling, sucking, probing, embracing – every way of closeness, intimacy and sexual desire. Bob was in me several times, coming inside me twice. I sucked his cock before and after it had been in my cunt, swallowing cum once. Once again, I was effusive in my comments, saying things that embarrassed and concerned me later when Alan heard them. I think that people, particularly women, in adulterous relationships say things that they don’t really mean, and, fortunately Alan understood that. Actually, he had told me to let myself go, and, as I said before, I think that he really enjoyed watching and hearing me making love to another man. In any case, much of the oral part of the evening and night was “love making,” rather than just sex. I said things like, “Please come and visit us – come fuck me at our home,” “You can fuck me any time you want to!” Probably the most difficult to hear later was, “I’ll always think of myself as your bride! I‘ll always be your wife!” Actually, I called myself his wife several other times, once even referring to myself as “Mrs. Anita Saunders” one time! I have no idea what made me say things like that, even in a state of passion, but, fortunately, Alan just laughed them off when we watched the film later.

Looking at the two of us, writhing around, groping and fondling each other, actually seems like watching a porn movie! I will admit that I am still shocked at how, well, beautiful I look, beautiful and degenerate! I see myself taking a cock, readily, in every hole, responding wildly and noisily to every penetration. If I didn’t know that it was me in the picture, I would be certain that my reactions were was fake. I even acted like a porn queen in things I did to Bob, such as stroking, fondling and even licking his balls. As might be expected, Bob’s balls were very hard, much as they had been when we slept together the last time, so I was able to enjoy that perverse pleasure of hitting them, several times, as hard as I could with my fist! Watching my face as I stared intently at his balls was fascinating, as was my intense, almost hypnotized, look as I brought my fist down as if I wanted to smash his balls! Oh, that was exciting and felt very good – I know that I would love to hit Alan in his balls! As I said, it is like watching a porn movie and, watching myself, in action, and, despite my embarrassing comments, it really turns me on, even today. Happily, it has the same reaction for Alan! Probably the most unbelievable reaction we had (and have) was when we heard me saying, “I wish that I weren’t on the pill so you could get me pregnant!” Rather than being horrified, we both got hot and regretted not having Bob fuck me those two days when the pill wouldn’t have protected me! Of course, that was safely after the fact, so it was pure fantasy, but that would have been the ultimate cuckolding and we’ve returned to the idea many times since.

We finally ran down about midnight and got ready for bed. Sex wasn’t over, though! As was true the last time, I actually enjoyed being in the bathroom with him – something I would be embarrassed to do with Alan! Fortunately, the cameras didn’t show in there, but I sat on the toilet and peed with Bob’s cock in my mouth! That seemed to excite him as well as me, and he came in my mouth very quickly! I never told Alan about that or – and this is embarrassing to even write – that I let him pee in my mouth afterwards! I swallowed quite a bit and the rest flowed all over me, wet and warm. How I did that I simply don’t know, but at the time, it was part of love making, and gross as it seems, I don’t regret having done so! It did require a regular shower before we went to bed! Fortunately, Alan never asked why we were in the bathroom so long.

After that episode, we collapsed in bed, cuddled close, quietly talking about what I don’t know since it was too quiet for the cameras to pick up. Ultimately, of course, we dropped off to sleep, still intertwined, and stayed so until almost 9:00 AM. It’s funny, the cameras reacted to motion, and, most of the time, we were still, but every now or then one of us would move enough to trigger them, and then stop. It was like a stop action movie. Still, it was interesting to see us sleeping together throughout the night, never leaving the spoon like position.

Sunday, August 30. Waking up) was very different from any previous morning. At first I snuggled back against Bob without even thinking that it wasn’t my husband. As my mind woke up, I realized that I had slept with another man again, and I loved the feeling. Then, like a lightning bolt, the reality hit me – we fly home this evening! This was my last day in Belize! All those mixed emotions hit me at once, and I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Bob settled that question my tightening his hand on my tit before turning me to face him and kiss me. The pleasure of being in bed with him quickly pushed the negative thoughts to the back of my mind. A quick trip to the bathroom by both of us, and I was on my back, impaled on his cock! It was a fast, very strong fucking, his cock pummeling my cunt, with me arching up against him, twisting and grinding each time he pounded in. His ejaculation sent a feeling of heat inside me, causing me to match his climax. This time, his cock never lost its rigidity as he continued to move in me. After a few minutes of that continued screwing, he pulled out, turned me over, and inserted his hard cock easily into my asshole. It was a long, slow buildup of passion as he buggered me, my ass welcoming ever thrust inward, my hips rising to meet him.

Evan as the renewed passion build up, I was aware of how easy it was to get into me and how much he had opened me up in the last few weeks. Actually, it was like two people cohabited in my mind – one was overcome with passion as I was sodomized and the other standing aside, aware of how my body was reacting, listening to the slap-slap-slap of Bob’s pelvis pounding my ass. I was even aware of the gurgling, squishy, churning sound as Bob’s cock entered and left my asshole. As we became more and more aroused, everything but the ass-fucking, itself, left my mind and I was lost in the pleasure of the moment. Suddenly, Bob’s motions became even more forceful and he surged into me and ground against me, sending a massive tide of cum up my ass. I’m not sure whether I actually had an orgasm or not, but I seemed to be going off several times before he did. In any case, he just collapsed down on my back, totally spent from his endeavors.

Taking the initiative, I pushed up, rolling him off of me and quickly moving down to his cock. It was immediately evident as to what he had churned up in my ass. This, of course, is an inherent danger of ass fucking, but the unspeakable lubrication probably increased the pleasure. Still, indicating both my arousal and my perverted nature, I opened my mouth and took his polluted cock in! If I had been thinking, not reacting in a sexual daze, I never could have done such a thing, but at the time, I actually relished that appalling and revolting act! I sucked on the cock, even using my tongue to lick it like a lollypop. Gradually, I came to my senses, and pulled away, shocked at what I had done, and ran into the shower for a much needed cleaning of myself!

I am still horribly embarrassed when I see that scene in the camera’s record, particularly knowing that Alan has seen it! I did things that night and morning that I had never dreamed of doing – letting Bob pee in my mouth and actually swallowing it, and now this, but I know that I loved doing it at the time! I don’t expect to ever do such things again, but I can’t honestly say that I regret doing them. I’m still glad that Alan doesn’t know about the bathroom activities!

After our very necessary showers – we were in together and actually washed each other a bit – we dressed and went over to our cottage where Alan was waiting for us. As said before, we had slept until almost 9:00 and, by the time we met Alan it was nearly 11:00, so we hurried down for a quick swim in the beautiful water, frolicking around as if it was our last day – which, of course, it was! Once again, we left the water with Bob’s hand prominently on my tit as we walked down the beach for lunch at the café. I don’t know why, but that really made me feel sexy, almost proclaiming that I, a married woman on her honeymoon, was intimate with another man. Of course, all of the regulars on that part of the beach almost had to know by now that I was an adulteress! We had been there longer than anyone who was not a resident (those with access to the resort), but other tourists (more honeymooners) had been there often enough to have seen my feet in the air or witnessed me being torpedoed or had seen our act under the umbrella or….etc.! Still, it was fun to flaunt my faithlessness! And, as I’ve noted before, Alan seemed to enjoy having his “cuckoldness” being displayed!

We had lunch and strolled back to our path and, inevitably, we had one last fucking in “our place,” a spot that we really were going to miss. I couldn’t help but think of the changes in the last three-plus weeks – from lying innocently in the shaded sun, a virgin bride, to planning to have my tits felt, or, as now, simply taking off my pants, putting my legs up and getting fucked my another man! I certainly was a different person – experienced, wanton and adulterous! I welcomed Bob’s cock into my cunt, and, with my husband eagerly watching, engaged in illicit sexual intercourse! We then went back to our cottage (arranging to see Bob later) to pack. Before any of that took place, however, Alan went down on me and licked and sucked the cum deposited in me. Then we began the sad-happy job of packing to go home! Actually, that didn’t take long, the biggest problem being souvenirs we had bought here. One thing that I packed very carefully was my wet tee shirt trophy! It’s amazing how something so very traumatic at the time could now seem so mundane! Still, I felt a thrill just looking at that trophy and remembering how daring I felt after winning it.