Overworked and Worked Over Ch. 06

The next few hours were a blur. Then they were sitting side-by-side, sipping champagne on the airplane that would take them first to Orlando, then to Punta Cana, DR. Following a perilous ride to the resort on a bus, they finally arrived at nearly midnight. Lara looked up at the millions of twinkling stars as Malcolm led her up to the door where they were greeted by several gorgeous Dominican women with trays of fruity cocktails. They checked in quickly and were escorted to a sumptuous suite.

"So, Mrs. Grayson, are you too tired to take a walk with me?"

Lara had just emerged from the bathroom and had a colorful silk robe tied around her full figure. Malcolm had donned a pair of khaki shorts and a white wifebeater.

She shook her head and slid her feet into a pair of sandals. Malcolm took her hand and they left the room. They walked through the darkness and heard the soft sounds of couples laughing and the gentle whoosh of the ocean waves. The sidewalk ended and they stepped into the powdery white sand. Down the beach, they could see a bonfire—the source of the laughter revealed—but Malcolm led Lara in the opposite direction. She didn't notice, but as they walked further away from the fire, Malcolm's hand around her waist started loosening the sash of her robe.

They were hidden in the shadows of the palm trees that were dotted along the beach, but were still able to see the dark figures surrounding the bonfire. Malcolm stopped and with one jerk, pulled the robe from Lara's body. She gasped when she felt the warm ocean breeze waft across her private parts.

"Malcolm, what are you doing?" she hissed, pressing up against him trying to hide her body from the people down the beach.

"They can't see you, baby," he crooned in her ear, rubbing his big hands from her naked shoulders down and around her smooth, round buttocks. She'd not put on a bra or panties after freshening up in their suite—just the robe—so she was standing there naked in the sand in just her sandals.

He left her robe lying near the copse of palms and pulled her hand, leading her to a row of about fifteen rough, wooden huts at the edge of a more dense area of trees. These buildings looked to be part of an open-air market, where guests could barter with locals over all kinds of merchandise.

Malcolm looked back at his bride, her skin glowing faintly in the moonlight. His own skin against hers looked like an ink blot. He spread his fingers around her arm and felt his dick jump at the contrast it presented. He checked his pocket for the butt plug he'd hidden while Lara had been in the bathroom—it was there, smooth against the palm of his hand. His other pocket held the sash from her robe.

"What are you doing, Malcolm? I'm nervous, anybody could walk over here."

"I bet your pussy is wet though, isn't it?" Malcolm teased, checking one of the huts—it was empty and just happened to have a tall folding table leaning against the back wall. They walked a bit further. He was going to make this interesting for her.

Lara squirmed nervously, anxious for what Malcolm was planning. Her pussy was wet, dripping down the insides of her thighs. Malcolm knew her so well.

"Walk down to the trees where I left your robe, but do not put it on," he instructed, "Do you hear me?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"We going to play grown-up hide and seek."

A shiver ran up her spine at this news.

"You're going to close your eyes, count to 60, and then come and find me." She looked at the distance between the palm trees and the row of huts.

"But first, I need you to come here," Malcolm said, curling his finger at her. She sauntered over to him and he bent her at the waist. She gasped but stayed bent over. She felt his fingers trace over her pussy lips, dive in, and then her moisture was spread over her asshole. His finger delved into that opening as well.

"Open your mouth," he said through gritted teeth.

She felt him slide a butt plug between her lips. She sucked and moaned. Then he pulled it free and began slowly working it into her butt. It finally penetrated her completely and he tugged at the flared edges gently. Then he felt both of his hands at the base of her butt. When he pulled away, she felt the silk of her robe sash sliding between her legs. He pulled her back against him and grabbed the sash. He threaded it around one of her wrists and then pulled the other one back and tied them together.

"Don't struggle too much," he warned, chuckling, "You'll pull it out."

She slightly tugged her wrists away from her body and felt the tug on her butt plug. It had her moaning again.

"Go," Malcolm ordered. Lara obediently shuffled toward the palm trees. As soon as he heard her start to count, Malcolm took off, his footsteps silent in the sand. He retrieved the table from the first hut and darted to the next-to-last hut. The table legs creaked as he opened the table, but they held firmly in the sand. He took off all of his clothes and tip-toed through the shadows to hide behind his bride.

He heard her finish counting and his heart started racing.

"Malcolm?" she purred, walking toward the huts, "Ready or not, here I come..."

She had no idea he was behind her. She took her time, sashaying from one hut to the next. She had to walk into each one and face the darkness—she couldn't see into them. She finally got to the next-to-last hut and he could tell she was frustrated and slightly scared.

"C'mon, Malcolm, stop playing," she whispered, walking into the dark hut.

Malcolm didn't say anything, just rushed in behind her and pushed her onto the waiting table. She bent at the waist and her breasts were pressed against the smooth wood table top.

Lara yelped, shocked, and then said his name fearfully. "Malcolm?"

He didn't answer.

She knew it was him. Didn't she? The hands that were running up and down her back felt familiar.

"Malcolm, answer me."

Nothing. The butt plug was pulled unceremoniously out of her asshole and she screamed. It was shoved back in and she groaned. Then, she felt a hard cock at the entrance to her pussy.

"Malcolm, baby?"

The only answer she got was a hard dick shoved in her cunt. She was gushy wet and her pussy made a slurping sound as the dick slid in and out. She wanted to touch her clit, but her hands were still bound behind her.

She was so fucking wet, and she wasn't 100% sure it was him. For all she knew, it could've been a local, another guest, a complete stranger fucking her like this. The idea of somebody else fucking his wife turned him on and pissed him off at the same time. He pounded into her rhythmically and reached around to stimulate her clit. As soon as his fingers touched the hard little nub, she screamed, long and loud.

Lara felt her pussy clench around her husband's dick as she came. A few thrusts later, she felt his seed pouring into her.

She sighed and felt his chest press against her back, the weight of him draped over her. After a minute, he stood and pulled her up alongside him.

"You knew it was me the whole time, didn't you?" he teased, pulling his clothes back on.

"Not the whole time," she teased back, "But I definitely knew it was you before you came."

"What gave it away?" he asked.

"Are you going to untie me now?" she said, changing the subject.

"Not yet," he replied, pulling her along, still tied and plugged. They got to the copse of palms and he picked it up, dusting the sand off. He draped it over her shoulders and pulled it closed with his hand. Then he began leading her toward the bonfire and the edge of the sidewalk. She stopped suddenly.

"Malcolm, untie me so I can close the robe," Lara pleaded.

"No."

She bit her lip and looked at the mischievous gleam in his eye. She decided she'd play along.

She was just a step behind him, shoulders bent forward to keep the robe closed. She saw the edge of the sidewalk and let out a sigh of relief. Until Malcolm walked past it. He was heading toward the bonfire!

Malcolm looked back at Lara and saw her eyes widen. He reached back and put his arm around her shoulders. At least he'd help her keep the robe closed this way.

There were six couples around the fire—two couples were a bit further away and seemed to be headed toward something as risqué as what Malcolm and Lara had just finished. When Lara finally found the courage to raise her head, she almost gasped again. This was apparently a nude beach. Of the four couples closest to the fire, three of the women were completely baring their breasts. The other had a wrap tied loosely around her chest, but it was obvious she was not wearing a bathing suit top underneath. She vaguely heard Malcolm introducing himself to the first couple.

"And this is my wife, Lara," he said. She smiled at the couple but did not offer her hand or even a wave...yeah, still tied up.

"I'm Anton, this is my wife Sonja," the man said. The couple appeared to both be Hispanic and after talking for a few minutes, they revealed they were actually from Spain. Sonja had small, pert breasts with huge areolas and dark nipples that jutted out and up. The woman who was covered introduced herself as Mindy and her husband was Jeff. They were both white and were actually from Ohio. Malcolm mentioned being from Kentucky and practicing law in Cincinnati, so he and Jeff bantered about their Ohio commonalities for a bit. By the time their conversation was over, another couple had moved away from the fire and seemed to be getting into some heavy petting. We heard a moan from a couple even further away and Anton felt like he had to explain.

"Please ignore them—they're celebrating their anniversary and tend to get a little randy sometimes," he said, studying Malcolm for his reaction.

Malcolm only nodded and turned his attention to the other couple sitting near the fire. He introduced us—I smiled again. The man and his companion stood, introducing themselves as John and Tara. Tara was slightly bigger than me. Her belly hung over her bikini bottoms just slightly and her breasts were huge and pendulous. She was tan all over and her pink nipples hung so low, they grazed her belly.

"All natural," she said, lifting them slightly. My mouth dropped open a bit and I closed it hurriedly. What were these people doing out here?

Anton stood again, speaking for the group.

"We're actually part of a nudist colony—I hope that doesn't offend you, but this is a nude beach. We meet here each year to celebrate our anniversaries. The anniversaries of when we joined the nudist colony."

Malcolm looked at me, smiling.

I finally spoke up, "Oh no, we're not offended. We're all adults here."

But I was so ready to get back to the privacy of our room.

"We're usually all alone at this hour—the owners of the resort don't mind if we gather like this during the late night hours. We are all regular customers," Anton continued to explain.

"Really, it's no big deal," Malcolm assured them, "We're kind of experimental with the nude thing ourselves."

I elbowed him as best I could with my hands bound behind me. He smirked down at me but pulled me closer. The moans from the couple just out of the fire-light got louder. I smiled nervously.

"Do you mind if we join you?" Malcolm asked, discretely pulling the ties from my hands and the butt plug. I waited for him to pull it out but he didn't. He quickly wrapped the tie around my waist and led me over to one of the benches near Jeff and Mindy.

"Not at all, please, sit," Anton said, looking a bit shocked.

I struggled to get my hands through the arms of the robe and hastily tied it closed.

"Tell us about the colony," Malcolm pressed. He pulled me down next to him and the plug pushed deeper inside. I grunted a bit. Nobody seemed to notice.

Jeff and Mindy started sharing their experience with the colony.

"I'd always been curious," Jeff explained, "But then when I met Mindy and I realized what a little exhibitionist she was, I figured I'd bring it up to her. Luckily, she was as curious as I was about the lifestyle. I met Anton at work and it somehow came up. He invited us to a weekend (which just happened to be the anniversary of his and Sonja's first nude weekend) and we were both hooked. We met some other first-timers and just kind of clicked. After a few weekends together, we decided to make our "anniversary," if you will, a more special trip. We still get together at the colony several times a year."

Lara glanced up at Malcolm and wondered what he was thinking. She realized that her nipples were hard, not from the butt plug, but from the exhibition story she'd just heard.

"What do you think about it Mindy?" Lara asked, wanting a woman's point of view.

"I love it, honestly," she gushed, pressing her breasts against her husband's side, "The thrill of being so free and having people watch us be intimate....it's unlike anything I've ever felt. And it's so much safer than the crazy exhibitionist antics I kept trying to drag Jeff into. At the colony, we know that there might be a lot of looking, but there's no touching. Unless it's invited."

"You mean other people may touch you?" I asked, shocked.

"The main point of the colony is nudity. But there are definitely members of the colony who are into swinging too. But it's never forced on anyone. The swingers usually plan outings outside the colony, kind of like this one."

"We don't swing," Sonja said, speaking up softly, "But we definitely like to watch."

Lara felt her pussy moisten for the umpteenth time that night. She was scared, but wondered what Malcolm was thinking. She couldn't wait to get him back to the room so they could discuss. They were both semi-exhibitionist—they never planned for anyone to see, but they liked to put themselves in situations where they might be seen. It was quite a turn-on.

Malcolm put his hand on her thigh. "So," he began, "If my wife and I wanted to join you one evening, are you here every night? And would that be possible?"

"We don't usually let random people join in. I mean, we're friendly with other guests and all," Anton explained. He looked over to Jeff and then to John. Lara couldn't help but notice their discrete nods. Anton continued, "But let us discuss for just a minute—do you mind?"

Malcolm stood and pulled Lara to him. "Not at all. Honestly, I haven't even discussed this with my wife yet. But we've got a bit of an exhibitionist streak as well, pardon the pun."

Everyone giggled nervously.

"How about you all discuss and stop by our room tonight to let us know?" Malcolm suggested, giving them the room number and leading Lara away from the group.

"Definitely," Anton agreed, reaching out to shake Malcolm's hand as they left. Lara felt a shiver run up and down her spine at the thought of being watched while she did dirty things with Malcolm. The rational part of her was screaming "NO" but the horny, freaky, sensual side of her was wet with anticipation and excitement.

"What do you think?" Malcolm asked her, as soon as they were out of earshot from the group, again walking up the cool sidewalk.

Lara stopped, took his hand, and pulled it up and under her robe, grazing his fingers against the wetness of her pussy.

"I think I'm scared, but I like it."

Malcolm grinned.

Lara was lying in the bed, having just been thoroughly fucked again, missing the fullness of her husband's cock and the butt plug. Malcolm was in the bathroom when she heard the soft knock on the door. It had been a little more than an hour since they'd left the group of nudists back on the beach. She had no idea that her honeymoon was going to take such a crazy turn.

Malcolm hurried from the bathroom to the door and she could hear his hushed voice and that of Anton. She couldn't tell what the results had been. She waited patiently for him to return to their bed.

"So, Mrs. Grayson," Malcolm began, "How would you feel about hanging out on the beach again tomorrow night?"

"With the nudists?" she asked, rubbing herself up against him.

"Ummm, yes," he responded, tweaking her nipple, "I told Anton that we'd probably just watch and not participate as much the first time."

"Are they going to be okay with that?" she asked.

"He said it would be okay," Malcolm said, rubbing her belly, down toward her mound.

"Because, I wouldn't mind baring a little," she said, arching up toward his hand.

"Oh yeah? What are you willing to show off, Wife?"

She paused. It was his idea, right? Was he going to be mad if the other men looked at her?

"Um, only what you're comfortable with," she clarified.

"As long as nobody touches you, I'm good Lara."

"I don't want anybody to touch me. Just you," she said, pulling him down so she could kiss him. Her tongue invaded his mouth and they both moaned.

"I think it will be hot. To have them looking at my beautiful wife, knowing they can't have her. I think it will be even hotter if I'm pleasuring her at the same time. Are you going to be okay with that?" Malcolm asked, challenging her further. He rolled her over on her back and spread her thighs with his knee.

She nodded, looking him straight in the eye.

"How about we do what we feel? No touching from anybody else. We don't touch anybody else. And if it gets to be too much for either of us, we just walk away?" Malcolm suggested, pressing his hard dick against her pussy.

"That sounds perfect. No hard feelings if we quit before the other is ready," Lara added.

"Exactly," Malcolm said, kissing his wife soundly and entering her wet sheath.

The next day, they had a quick breakfast then lounged until time for their couples' massage. At lunch, they ate in one of the resort restaurants and happened to see John and Tara. The couple approached their table with a wave. Lara stood and Tara pulled her into a quick hug.

"I hear you're going to be joining us tonight," Tara whispered in her ear before ending the hug. Lara nodded shyly.

"It'll be great," Tara said, looking up at John smiling.

"We'll see you then," Malcolm said, shaking John's hand. The couple sat back down to nervously finish their meal. They headed to the water sports area afterward, hand in hand and decided to sunbathe a bit before dinner.

Lying on the towel on her stomach, Lara raised up to look at Malcolm. He was reading a book, sunglasses perched on his nose, chocolate skin slightly sweaty from the sun and greased from the sun block.

"I think I should get ready for tonight," Lara said. Malcolm looked over at her, brows furrowed.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Can you undo my top?" she asked, rolling closer to him so he could unsnap her bikini top.

She felt his hands at her back and at the nape of her neck. She felt the bikini triangles pool around her breasts and she lay back on her stomach.

"You won't get any practice lying on your stomach like that," Malcolm teased.

"You're right," she said, rolling onto her back. Her breasts, bigger and more jiggly since the birth of Ana, dropped against her chest, slightly rolling to the sides. Malcolm reached out and pulled her nipple and she gasped.

"That's going to be okay with you?" she asked him.

He nodded and then looked up to see a lone man walking by holding a waveboard.

The man definitely looked down at Lara's breasts. Malcolm felt nervous but he saw the man's slight grin and knew Lara saw it too.

"Your first voyeur experience—and the verdict is?" Malcolm asked her.

"I give it two thumbs up," she said, grinning, "How about you?"

"It was exciting," Malcolm assured her. He knew that she'd be blazing hot and wet tonight. He'd have a hard time not fucking the shit out of her in front of the group of strangers. He wondered how she'd feel about that.

"How far do you want to go tonight?" he asked.

"I thought we were going to play it by ear? As soon as somebody wants to stop, we stop," she explains, then asks, "Right?"