by Matthew Lee
I caught the bartender's attention and ordered my usual whiskey. A soccer game played on the screen above me and I could not have cared less. Amy and Daniel were in bed and making love; not fucking, like she had with Marco and many others, but making love. Even her connection to Simon was more fucking than making love.
This was dangerous new territory but I still found it thrilling. In some ways it was more exciting. Soon, if he hadn't for the first time already, Danny would ejaculate his seed inside my wife. I knew they would be making love like they were trying to conceive. Here was the hottest sex of his life with a drop-dead gorgeous woman who wants him to fuck her as passionately as he possibly can, and all with no consequences if he succeeds in getting her pregnant. Heaven!
I sipped my drink. Across the lobby I saw a young couple set their luggage down and begin the check-in process. I checked my phone and discovered it was almost two in the morning. My internal clock was way off from the time zone changes.
At the counter the young couple appeared to run into trouble. Most likely their flight had been delayed and the room had been given to a walk-in. Poor guys. I looked them up and down; newlyweds, I concluded, as she still wore part of her veil and a wilted corsage on her wrist. Honeymoon Night and no room. I smiled ruefully at all the surprises marriage had in store for them.
Hey guys, I thought, I'd offer you my room but it's being used at the moment.
The new bride was stunning; petite, pale skinned, with long black hair, full tits, big eyes, and a great ass. I was sure her new husband was dying to get his hands on her.
They might even be virgins, I realized. I had to shake my head again; Jesus, so young.
Three men entered the lobby and walked past the couple. I recognized Simon but not the other two. Simon must have overheard what was happening because he and the other two men stopped and circled back. They talked to the hotel employee behind the counter and then spoke with the young couple. I noticed while all the men were talking the pretty new bride carefully ogled handsome Simon and his friends. I had to give him credit; women loved him. Whatever it was he exuded, they all fell victim.
Their conversation went on several minutes until finally by their body language I saw an agreement had been reached. Hand-shaking and effusive thanking ensued. Simon's big-shouldered friends collected the luggage and all five of them headed for the exit.
I finished my drink and ordered another in a to-go cup, and then I followed. Simon took them to his huge bungalow. On the way we passed mine and I couldn't help but look in through a split in the drapes. Daniel had Amy on all fours and was slow-stroking his cock deep into her. She had her head turned, kissing him over her shoulder. The slow wobble of her tits excited me and I thought about staying to watch but I knew it would hurt too much. This was all hers and I would be best served if I stayed away from it.
I silently caught up with my gang of five.
My gut instinct regarding Simon told me he was basically an alright man; mostly trustworthy and straight forward, but I also knew he liked to calculate things out to several places. I was sure he fucked Amy at The Blue Wave because she is gorgeous and approached him, but also because he saw a possible future star. You don't acquire that much money without thinking many steps ahead.
Simon's bungalow was huge with tall glass walls and curtains on three sides with a solid wall checkered with windows at the back. I swear he had on every light in the place. Two of the walls were wide open and diaphanous drapes drifted in the light breeze. The whole place glowed warm orange in the night. It was quite beautiful. The young couple thought so too as the wife stopped and put a hand to her chest, stunned. Young and no money, they had probably booked some little shitty box and this place seemed palatial.
I hung back in the shadows as Simon gave them the tour and his two minions poured drinks for everyone and stuffed a bowl. Simon escorted them to the back and an unused bedroom. There wasn't a lot of privacy but there was some and they had their own bathroom. Simon and the husband retrieved the suitcases, chatted for a bit, then shook hands and Simon stepped around the corner. The couple looked around at their new home and the girl clapped her hands with glee.
Back in the living room a minion drew all the curtains but they were pretty sheer and that, combined with a breeze from time to time meant I still had a great view. Out here in the dark I could see in through the drapes but they couldn't see out.
I moved around back a little and saw the couple changing. Her body was as good as I'd suspected. She dropped a light dress over her shoulders and he put on shorts and a T-shirt and then they stood close and discussed, no doubt, how best to socialize with their new benefactors. They exited the bedroom and joined the group in the living area.
The first few times the bong made a round the couple skipped it but on the third pass the husband smoked a little and the wife smoked a little more. Next I saw them sipping their drinks and I knew what was coming. Honeymoon night indeed.
A flunky turned on some music and started groovin and dancing alone while the others continued in conversation. The bong made another round. I moved closer now that the drapes were closed and saw that the other flunky was keeping the young husband occupied while Simon talked to the wife. My fetish is apparently a vicarious one because watching her hang on Simon's every word made me get a little stiff in my pants. I remembered what Amy had first said about him and guessed this young thing was falling under his masculine spell too.
The groovin flunky asked Wifey to dance but she declined. Whatever the other flunky was taking to Husband about got them both pretty excited until he stood up and gestured for Husband to follow which, after checking on the Wife and discovering she was deep in conversation with Simon, he did. I saw them both head for a pier where I'd seen Jet-skis moored.
As soon as Husband was out of the room flunky number one packed a new bowl and I would bet a thousand dollars it was from a different baggie than the first few bowls. Simon went first and then Wife and then flunky and then Wife again. Whatever that shit was hit her like a hammer. Her head fell back on the couch, rocking back and forth to the music, and when flunky one asked her to dance again a few minutes later, she slowly got to her feet to do it. They started off with about three feet between them but over time he gradually closed the gap and she didn't back away.
When they were dancing very close, Simon came up behind, sandwiching her between both men. She seemed flustered at first but relaxed quickly. I'm sure the weed helped a lot with that.
Simon gave her another hit.
The music slowed down and so did their dancing. She snaked her arms above her head and all three of them swayed together, their bodies occasionally touching, all of the occasionally laughing. I saw her tits mash and slide across Simon's chest. When she turned, I saw her hard nipples made bumps in the fabric of her dress.
Outside in the dark, I unzipped and pulled my penis out. I moved closer.
Flunky backed away and took a seat to watch. Simon and Wifey swayed and when the music switched to a slower song, they pressed their bodies together.
Simon was smooth, I'll give him that. He made no move towards her at all. That confident devil hinted and teased and flirted but waited with the patience of Job for her to come to him. It was brilliant; drink and weed or not, any aggression would have brought her back to the moment and reminded her she was on her Honeymoon and her husband was missing. So Simon kept it light and fun and sexy, drawing her farther into his web with each passing minute.
I glanced down the beach but husband and flunky two were specks in the distance and not moving. They may have passed out on the dock. When I returned my attention to the cabana, Wifey had put her back to Simon, teasing him with her bubble butt. That girl had no idea the lion she was messing with and I liked that.
I'm guessing her ass made contact with Simon's erection because her eyes got big, her jaw dropped, and she turned to look behind her and right at his crotch. She caught herself after a second but I saw now on her face a lus
tful curiosity. With perfect timing flunky one offered her another hit on the bong, which she took, sealing her fate. Quick as lightening, while she was distracted, Simon adjusts his cock to stand straight up. She chased the bong hit by finishing off her drink from the coffee table. She took Simon's hands and put them on her swaying hips.
I saw a flicker of hesitation and self-doubt flash across her face just before she eased her ass back towards his crotch. As soon as she made contact and felt that hard pole pressed against her, she ground her hips slightly and pushed back. Her eyelids fluttered as she felt the heat and size of him and she bit her bottom lip. He held her hips tightly and forced his fat cock head up between her butt cheeks, taking some of her dress with it and raising her hem an inch or two, and I knew he was pressing firmly against her sensitive labia.
She gasped but before she could pull away, he did. Genius. Before she could stop herself, her ass moved backwards, chasing contact with him. He spun her to face him and pulled her close, their eyes locked. She drew closer and closer until she showed her cards by glancing down at his bulge. She pushed her body up against his. To steady herself, she rested her hands on his firm butt.
He hugged her and pulled her head down to rest on his chest. They swayed a few minutes together. His hands drifted down her back to rest just above her ass. Every time it seemed he would try something inappropriate and thus give her a reason to stop him, he'd stop just shy and instead leave her wishing he'd done more. He pulled her closer but really he sandwiched his iron bar between them, making her consider what it was and what it meant.
This girl was so pretty she had spent a lifetime turning boys away and deflecting advances, but Simon already knew that and knew a frontal assault was doomed to failure. His strategy was to make her want him, and want him to the point of frustration. All that weed and drink made her mostly forget tonight was her honeymoon but enhanced all the horny anticipation she felt and it bothered her a little that Simon could resist her. She'd been knocking boys over her whole life and now here was this man, hard as a rock, yet able to control himself. She wasn't having it. She did not like it.
With a nudge she pushed Simon onto the couch and straddled him, her light dress riding high enough to show us all her white panties. The music drifting out of the cabana was sexy and rhythmic and she swayed her hips over him to the beat. She raised her hands under her long hair as her intoxication reached a new level. Her dress pulled tight under her tits, lifting them.
Simon drank her in and told her she was incredibly beautiful and she closed her eyes and enjoyed his gaze. He took that opportunity to unzip and pull out his impressive slab of beef and began lightly stroking with fingertips. Flunky followed suit, not as big as Simon but still clearly in the porn business.
Young Bride opened her eyes and for a split second forgot where she was. She smiled, feeling wonderful, and looked down at gorgeous Simon looking up at her. Then she noticed his large naked penis and her jaw dropped open. She stopped swaying. She stopped moving at all. Simon placed his hands on her hips and nudged her down until her panty-covered labia rested on the under-side of his hot and throbbing shaft. Her eye-lids fluttered as she felt him through the thin cotton.
Movement to my right drew my eye and I saw her Husband and flunky-two walking slowly back to the bungalow, deep in conversation.
Simon guided her hips back and forth on him, whispering something to her to which she nodded tentatively. Her bottom lip was stuck in a pout. She leaned forward and rested her hands on his chest and began to rock her hips, drawing her covered pussy up and down his shaft. He spoke again and she nodded again. I couldn't hear him but he must have told her the fabric hurt because she stopped grinding and started thinking.
Flunky one to the rescue. I hadn't noticed he had prepared another bowl but just at the exact moment of her critical decision, he leaned over to her and fired another hit. She pulled hard on the glass tube and held the smoke. He helped her stand, his long dick swinging, and she reached under her dress and removed her panties, stepping out of them and leaving them on the floor. She returned to her seat on Simon's cock and returned to rubbing her wet pussy up and down the length of him. She spread her dress over his lap to hide what was happening underneath.
Flunky sat and began masturbating as he watched her and she enjoyed that immensely. Simon smiled at the heightened pleasure she now gave him and she enjoyed that too. Most of all, Simon's hot, thick, pulsing shaft now split her labia and slid across her engorged clit and that she enjoyed like nothing else in her sheltered life.
I imagined her from some small mid-western town in the States; she'd learned about alcohol and she'd learned about weed and she may have even given a fumbling blowjob or two in the back seat of a car, but she'd never known anything like this.
Simon spoke and must have told her to kiss him because she braced both hands on his chest and leaned over. He wanted the kiss, of course, but really he wanted her to lift her hips a little as she reached for his lips. She gave him a peck and they both laughed at how silly they were. When she tried to sit back up she discovered the head of his cock now split her labia and lay pressed against the opening to her innocent cunt. She froze, her face shocked and surprised.
Flunky two and Husband left the sand and headed up the flagstone path to the cabana. I held my breath. As they turned the corner and looked in through the sheer drapes, they stopped dead in their tracks. Husband gawked. His head lunged forward. His shoulders sagged.
New Bride tried to fight it. I'll give her credit for that. If she leaned forward to get away she would fall off Simon and onto the floor. If she sat up straight and placed her feet on the ground to climb off of him, she would first force his cock up inside her. So she sat frozen, trapped between what she should do and what she wanted to do, at war with herself. Simon did not move at all. The only movement was Flunky One in a nearby chair, stroking his large phallus, watching her like the rest of us.
“Baby?” I heard Husband mutter softly, too quiet for anyone inside to hear over the music. “No, no, no, no...” His whole body radiated defeat.
New Bride moaned loudly. Her thighs flexed as Simon drew a sharp breath and she sank her pussy down around his thick shaft. She winced and I wondered again if she was a virgin. Her descent was stopped, briefly, and the winch became a grimace, but her body weight pushed her lower and her wet tunnel enveloped his rampant pole. She cried out, filled for the first time ever and by a prize-winning bull. Sensations rushed in on her, overwhelming her ability to follow them. Emotions raced across her face. I saw her crumble before my eyes. We all saw it. In mere seconds she became a slave to pleasure, forgetting everything else and pulling and pushing her pussy up and down his cock. She gasped and moaned and cried out her intense pleasure and started fucking Simon hard and fast.
He slipped the dress from her shoulders, freeing her full tits, and pulled the bottom up around her waist so his friend could view her surrender. His big shiny cock plumbed her depths, turned her inside out, stretched her and pummeled her swollen clit until she was a wild, crying slut, defenseless and eager to be used.
I thought Husband might burst into the room, screaming and crying and trying to fight, but he didn't. He did nothing. He stood dumbfounded and watched his lovely new bride give herself to another man. I pitied him at the same time his pain made me rock hard.
Simon stood, keeping his cock buried, and laid Wifey on her back on the couch. He pushed her legs wide open and told her to hold them spread like that. She did as she was told. He placed his hands under her round ass and pulled her hips up to meet his hard thrusts and soon was burying his lengthy inches on each thrust, pounding her like a whore.
She let her head fall back and the moment washed over her. Her senses were attacked from every direction and she tried desperately to hang on to what little control she had but couldn't. Her moans and cries carried all the way to my hiding place behind the palms. Simon was relentless and New Bride urged him on, encouraging this captivating man to
fuck her senseless. She eagerly gave herself up to this powerful conqueror.
Her orgasm surprised and panicked her. She knew something was happening to her mind and body and tried to get Simon to stop but he didn't. He drove that iron bar into her tight wet chamber repeatedly until she arched her back and clawed his arms and screamed like she'd been stabbed. All of us, including her new husband, knew she'd just had her first climax. Crushed, her husband dropped his chin on his chest.
Her orgasm wouldn't end. Perhaps the weed and whiskey helped but Simon's cock drove her out of her mind, orgasmic wave following orgasmic wave until she was weeping, her thighs trembling, her arms shaking. Not until she crossed the line and could take no more did Simon mercifully hold her hips tightly and release his flood of sperm, injecting her with his copious and potent seed.
Flunky Two bumped Husband's shoulder and gave a suggestive nod, then took him by the arm and led him into the bungalow. Wifey's head turned slowly until her eyes found him and slowly focused. I saw guilt there but satisfaction over-ruled it. Flunky Two said something and then said it again when Husband didn't move and then a third time and Husband faced him.
“Take her back, man.” I heard him tell Husband. “She's waiting for you to do it. She wants you to. That's your wife right there. Take her back.”
Understanding appeared on his face and he glanced around the room. He was clearly upset by what his wife had done but a pack-mentality seemed to settle about him. Here was a female in heat and obviously in need of breeding. The weed helped cloud the issue; lines of propriety got blurred.
All three guys waited. Husband peeled off his shirt and dropped his shorts revealing a surprisingly erect but average-sized penis. Simon pulled out and Husband stepped up and buried his dick into his cum-filled bride.
