Chapter 9: On Our Honeymoon!
: A Taste of the Tropics
The humid Caribbean air clung to my skin as I stepped out of our private villa, Ben's hand in mine. The resort was a sensual feast for the senses, the scent of exotic flowers heavy in the air, the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore, and the faint, tantalizing aroma of chlorine from the pool wafting through the night. The resort was alive with the hushed murmurs of pleasure, the soft hum of conversation, and the occasional cry of ecstasy that seemed to punctuate the sultry air.
Ben and I walked hand in hand, our bodies still tingling from the intense encounters we'd had with our families, eager to explore the hedonistic playground that awaited us.
As we made our way through the lush gardens, we came across a secluded grotto, hidden beneath a canopy of palm leaves. The air was thick with the scent of frangipani, and the sound of running water filled the space. A group of people were gathered around a large, ornate fountain, their bodies entwined in a writhing mass of limbs and flesh.
Ben and I exchanged a glance, a silent understanding passing between us.
We were both aroused by the sight before us, our bodies responding to the raw, primal display of sex. We stepped closer, our eyes scanning the writhing bodies, our cocks already hardening at the sight.
"Look at that," Ben murmured, his voice thick with desire. "They're fucking like animals."
I nodded, my breath catching in my throat as I watched a man and a woman, both completely naked, fucking against the side of the fountain. The man had the woman bent over, her hands braced against the cool stone, her ass high in the air.
Her legs were spread wide, revealing her glistening pussy to the crowd. The man was fucking her with wild abandon, his hips slapping against her ass with each powerful thrust.
"Look at how she's taking that dick," Ben murmured, his voice low and husky. "Her pussy is stretched so fucking tight around his fat cock."
I nodded, my cock throbbing with need as I watched the man pound into the woman. Her moans filled the air, mingling with the sound of water splashing against the stones.
"I want to see you like that," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
"I want you to fuck me like that, Ben."
Ben's eyes darkened with lust, and he pulled me closer, his hand gripping my ass roughly. "You want that, baby? You want me to fuck you like an animal?"
I nodded, my breath coming in short gasps. "Fuck me like that. Make me your little slut-bride."
Ben growled, his hand releasing my ass to grip my hair, pulling my head back roughly. "Say it, wifey. Tell me what you want."
I moaned, my body pressing against his. "I want you to fuck me, Ben. Pull aside my bikini bottom and stick your penis into my bottom hole. Treat my anus like a boy-pussy. Fuck me like a girl!" I begged, my body writhing against his. "Treat me like your dirty little slut-bride, Ben."
Ben's eyes were wild with desire, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He shoved me against the cool stone of the fountain, my bikini top clinging my chest, even tho I have no breasts. He reached down and roughly pulled aside the thin fabric of my bikini bottom, exposing my ass - and more embarrassingly- my tiny wrinkled uncut pecker to the crowd.
I heard the gasps and moans of the onlookers, their eyes devouring the spectacle before them.
Ben's fingers pressed into the flesh of my ass, spreading my cheeks wide, exposing my sensitive hole to the cool night air. I squirmed, a mix of excitement and humiliation coursing through my veins.
"That's right, baby," Ben murmured lovingly in my ear. "Let everyone see your tiny cock and your tight little asshole. I want to show them my gorgeous little slut-bride."
My face flushed with a mix of shame and arousal. I could feel my cock, already hard, twitching with anticipation. I wanted this, wanted to be Used, wanted to be Ben's fucktoy for everyone to see.
I could feel the cool air on my exposed asshole, could hear the low murmurs of the crowd as they watched Ben prepare to fuck me.
"Beg for it, wifey," Ben growled in my ear, his voice thick with desire. "Beg for my cock."
I moaned, my body trembling with need. "Please, Ben. Please fuck me. Please stick your big cock in my little asshole. Please use me like your slut-bride."
Ben chuckled, a dark, wicked sound. "You're such a slut, aren't you, wifey?
You love being on display, don't you?" Ben taunted, his hand gripping my hair tightly, pulling my head back further.
I moaned, my body writhing with anticipation. I'm your slut-bride. I love being used by you, by everyone."
Ben chuckled, and I felt the heat of his cock pressing against my exposed hole, the tip rubbing against my puckered flesh.
"Push back, wifey.
Let them all see you take my cock." Ben's voice was a low growl, his hips pushing forward as he guided his thick, veiny length against my hole. I did as he instructed, pushing back against him, my ass cheeks spread wide, my tiny pecker and balls dangling and wiggling in the open air. The cool night breeze tickled my exposed flesh, but the heat of Ben's cock was scorching, making me aware of every inch as it probed my entrance. Take it slow," Ben cooed, his voice laced with lust and dominance.
"Let them all see how tight your little asshole is, how much you strain to take my big fat cock."
I pushed back against him, my body trembling with anticipation and fear as the head of his cock breached my opening. I groaned, the sensation of being stretched so wide, so full, overwhelming my senses.
"Fuck, you're tight," Ben grunted, his hands gripping my hips tighter, his fingers digging into my flesh. "You feel like a virgin, wifey."
I moaned, my body tense as Ben began to move, his cock inching deeper into my ass.
The crowd around us was silent, their breaths held in anticipation as they watched Ben's thick cock disappear inch by agonizing inch into my tight hole.
"That's right, wifey," Ben growled, his voice thick with lust. "Take it slow. Let everyone see how tight your little asshole is, how much you struggle to take my big fat cock."
I whimpered, my body trembling with the effort of taking him in. I could feel every vein, every ridge of his cock as it stretched me wider than I'd ever been stretched before.
The sensation was intense, bordering on pain, but also exquisitely pleasurable. My body was on fire, my nerves screaming with sensation as Ben's cock slowly filled me.
"Fuck, Ethan," Ben groaned, his voice thick with desire and strain. "Your ass is so fucking tight. I can't believe you're taking my entire cock."
The crowd around us was deathly silent, their eyes wide with a mix of awe and lust as they watched Ben's enormous cock slowly disappear into my tightly clenched ass.
I could feel the heat of their gazes, the weight of their attention as it pressed down on me, adding a new dimension to the already intense experience.
Ben's grip on my hips tightened, his fingers digging into my flesh as he fought to maintain control. "Fuck, Ethan," he grunted, his voice low and ragged. "You're so goddamn tight. I can feel every muscle in your ass squeezing my cock like a fucking vice."
I moaned, my head spinning with the sensations coursing through my body. "Oh god, Ben," I gasped. "Your cock feels so big, so thick.
It's stretching me so wide," I whimpered, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Fill me up, Ben. Fill my ass with your cum."
Ben groaned, his hips moving faster, his cock plunging deeper into my ass. "My god, Ethan, you're so fucking tight. Your boy-pussy feels incredible around my cock. Like a velvet glove, squeezing the life out of me."
I could feel the heat of Ben's cock pulsing inside me, the friction of his pubic hair against my exposed ass cheeks sending shivers of pleasure down my spine.
The air was thick with the scent of sex, the sound of our bodies slapping together filling the small grotto.
The crowd around us began to murmur, their voices low and husky with desire. They were turned on by the sight of Ben fucking me, the sight of my ass stretching to accommodate his enormous cock. I could hear their whispered words of encouragement, their dirty talk egging Ben on.
"Fuck that tight little ass, man. Make it yours."
"Goddamn, that's a hot sight. Look at that ass swallow that big cock."
"You're a lucky man, dude! Fuck that skimpy bikini!"
With all that exposure and encouragement Ben came quickly; as he withdrew his softening penis his spooge gushed out of my boy-cunt and dribbled down my leg. I turned to the crowd, smiled broadly and took a bow - at which they all applauded!
I then turned to Ben and said, "Thanks for letting me be your slut-bride in front of onlookers!" At that, the crowd cheered loudly, and Ben grinned.
I smiled back at Ben, "I have to admit, I feel a bit exposed, but also I feel kind of liberated! I want to feel your cum dripping out of my ass as I walk around the resort all night!"
Ben laughed, "You're such a slut! You know that, right?"
"Yes, I'm your slut-bride, my darling.
And I want everyone to know it," I purred, my body still trembling with the aftershocks of Ben's intense fucking.
I felt a sense of exhilaration, of liberation, standing there with my ass filled with Ben's cum, my tiny cock still hard and dripping with precum. I could feel the cool night air on my exposed flesh, the heat of the crowd's gazes, and I reveled in it.
Ben pulled me close, his hands roaming over my body, his cock already hardening again. "You're insatiable, aren't you, wifey?" he growled, lovingly, his voice thick with lust. "I discovered I love cock, Ben. Does that bother you my love? Do you mind awfully being my cuck?" I murmured, looking up at Ben with doe-like eyes.
"Of course I don't!" he laughed, his hand lightly gripping my tiny erect weenie.
"I will gladly be your cuck this entire trip and for the rest of our lives as long as I get sloppy seconds or thirds or fours!" Ben smiled down at me lovingly.
I moaned at his words, my body trembling with anticipation. "I want that. I want to be your slut-bride. I want to be screwed by lots of men. I want you to find me in bed with lots and lots of men....Maybe one day even your father?" I giggled. Ben's smile was a bit forced but he said: "I guess I could watch...?" "You better!" I said and laughed, hugging him.
Later that evening we went to dinner at the very exclusive restaurant at the resort, sitting at a table on the beach...far away from the main hall. I realized partway through the meal that I needed to piss. Rather than walk all the way back to the restrooms I decided on a desperate measure: I pulled my bikini bottom to the side released my tiny wrinkled twinkie and pissed into the empty wine carafe. I replaced the carafe in the ice bucket and giggled. "What do you think?" I asked my husband. Ben laughed heartily. "I wonder how this vintage tastes?" he said and filled his glass with my urine, He took a sip and to his surprise, announced he loved the taste! "Your urine is delicious," he said with a huge smile. "It's sweet, almost like a fruit wine."
I laughed, "Well, I do eat a lot of tropical fruits at breakfast."
"I know you do," he said, "And I love your piss. I'd drink it all the time if I could."
"You can," I said, spreading my legs wider. "It's all yours, you can drink it straight from the source if you want."
Ben's eyes widened, a naughty smile spreading across his face. "Oh yeah, I want to do that. I want to get on my knees and drink your piss."
I moaned, my body trembling with excitement. "You will, my prince. You will, and soon!" I said, nodding encouragingly.
Ben got down on his knees in front of me, his eyes eager and hungry. "Fuck, I love your gorgeous little body, Ethan," he stated, his hands gripping my thighs lovingly. "You're the most wonderful slut-bride on the planet!"
I smiled down at him, my heart pounding with anticipation. "I'm your little slut-bride, but now I'm also your piss fountain!".
I gasped as Ben buried his face between my thighs, his hands gripping my hips tightly. I spread my legs wider, giving him full access to my tiny, wrinkled cock and my tight, puckered asshole.
Ben didn't waste any time. He wrapped his lips around my tiny pecker and began to suck, his tongue swirling around the sensitive head. I moaned, my hips bucking against his face, as he took my tiny dick deeper into his mouth.
"Oh, fuck, Ben," I moaned, my body trembling with pleasure. I'm going to urinate darling! My piss! My piss.is going into your mouth!" Ben moaned around my tiny cock, his eyes watering slightly as he braced himself for the onslaught. I felt the pleasure building in my bladder, the familiar warmth spreading through my groin. With a groan, I let go, my piss pouring into Ben's eager mouth. It started as a sight stream, dribbling out of my little wrinkled worm but then rapidly became a stream of golden liquid, pure yellow in color.
"Yes!" I cried out, my hips bucking against his face. "Drink it all, my darling! Guzzle it all down! Drink from your wife's golden fountain!" She of the other diners craned to see us and some applauded - my second run of applause that day.
Ben eagerly swallowed, his throat working as he took every drop of my urine. "My god, that's tasty!" he grinned. "I fucking love being in your golden shower, baby! Please, keep pissing, Ethan!"
I groaned, my tiny cock still semi-erect, and the last drops of piss dribbling from the tip. The sensation of Ben's mouth around my tiny penis, the warmth of his throat as he swallowed my piss, was exquisite. I urinated a little bit more, my bladder seemingly endless as Ben drank every drop.
I realized that as Ben Wass drinking my golden shower he was also jerking off. As he swallowed the last drop he came - spilling his cum onto the sand below us.
The waiter told us not to bother cleaning up as he would do it later, so after dinner Ben and I drifted off to find Sarah and Meghan. We found them on a secluded part of the beach - part of a huge lesbian circle where 12 women were forming a circle where they could lick and eat the pussy of the girl in front of them and have their pussy eaten/licked by the girl behind them. They both waved to us when we caught their glance but they were too busy to do any more than that .
The only other kind of freaky thing that happened during our vacation was that I fell hard for the yoga instructor, Morton. While I was doing yoga - wearing my new yoga outfit- in the yoga studio/relax space, I heard that our instructor was amazing at sex And had this trick he did with his penis. I was interested in seeing or hearing more. The third day we were there I took my yoga mat down to the studio and did my exercise along with half a dozen other women, including Sarah and Meghan. When we were finished the girls chimed in and asked Morton to do "the trick". At first he was reluctant but eventually agreed. He stripped naked and sat in full lotus position, his penis limp. He locked eyes with me and as he did his penis rose to a magnificent length. Truly impressive. We sat there staring at each other while his penis began what I can only call "vibrating". There was almost a low hum from that huge cock, which continued on like that for a good 15 minutes. He put his hands behind his head so that his penis was operating completely on its own. Suddenly thick semen - rope after rope - shot out of the tip of his dick - handless - and splashed against me, drenching me from my face to my crotch. It was the most amazing experience I have ever had with a mans dick, and I was truly impressed. We sailed at each other, and the other girls clapped as they got up to leave. I just looked at his handsome face and said: "Amazing! can you get hard again?" He nodded..."What did you have in mind?" he asked. I smiled and blushed. "Do exactly what you just did, sir but this time...do it in my ass!" Morton's eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly nodded in agreement, a wicked grin spreading across his face. He got up and reached for a small bottle of coconut oil on the shelf, pouring a generous amount into his hand before rubbing it onto his massive cock. I got on all fours, presenting my ass to him, my legs spread wide, my tiny wrinkled dick and balls dangling between my thighs. I heard the other girls leave, their footsteps fading as they made their way out of the studio. Morton positioned himself behind me, his hands gripping my hips tightly.
"You ready for this, Ethan?" he asked, his voice thick with desire.
"Hell yes, Morton," I moaned, spreading my legs wider, giving him full access to my tight, puckered asshole. "I want that big cock in my ass. Fuck me with it."
Morton chuckled, a dark, wicked sound. "You are filled with unfulfilled desires!. I like that."
He ran the head of his cock along my ass crack, the slick oil making his movements smooth and effortless. I moaned, feeling the heat of his cock as it probed my entrance.
"You're so fucking big, Morton. I don't know if I can take it all."
"Relax, Ethan," Morton purred, his hands roaming over my back, my shoulders, my ass. "Trust me. I'll make sure you take every inch of my cock."
I let out a low groan as he pressed the tip of his cock into my ass, the oil making it slippery and slick. I could feel my asshole stretching, the pressure intense but not painful.
"Ohmygod, that's so good," I moaned, my body shifting to accommodate his cock.
I could feel my asshole stretching, the heat of his cock burning into me as he slowly inched his way in.
Morton's hands gripped my hips tighter, his fingers digging into my flesh as he began to move. "You're so tight, Ethan. Your ass is gripping my cock like a virgin's cunt." "Believe me!" I moaned "My ass is *not* virgin!"
I groaned, my head spinning with the sensation of being filled, of being stretched so wide. "Fuck me, Morton. Fuck me like it's your sacred duty. Make my ass milk your cock. Cum inside my rectum!"
Morton chuckled, a wicked sound that sent shivers down my spine.
"I'll make sure to fill that tight little hole of yours with my cum, Ethan. You'll take every drop and love it."
I moaned, my body aching with need, my asshole clenching around the tip of Morton's cock. "I want that, Morton. I want to feel your cum in my ass. Make me your dirty little fucktoy."
Morton groaned, his grip on my hips tightening as he began to move, inch by agonizing inch, his massive cock stretching my ass wider than it had ever been stretched before.
"Goddam, Ethan," he grunted, his voice thick with lust and desire. "Your boy-pussy is so tight, so hot."
I moaned, my body trembling with the effort of taking him in. "More, Morton," I begged, my voice hoarse with need. "Give me all of your big cock."
Morton chuckled, a dark, wicked sound that made my cock twitch with anticipation. "You want it, don't you, Ethan? You want to feel my big dick filling your tight little ass?"
I nodded, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Yes, Morton. Fuck me. Fuck me on my honeymoon!" And fuck me he did; for over an hour Morton slammed his dick into my boy-cunny, triggering my orgasm several times. Missionary, doggy, standing doggy, prone bone, cowgirl...we did it all. As Morton got close to his climax, he withdrew his prick -again handless - and we both watched as his cum exploded into the air and down on the yoga mats. We heard somebody applauding and quickly turned around to see Ben standing there watching us, a big grin on his face. Morton looked embarrassed but quickly recovered when it became obvious that Ben had enjoyed the show. "Can Morton sleep with us tonight?" I asked my husband. "I would prefer him to you as a sex partner." I could tell that Ben was hurt but he smiled and said - "I would be delighted to share you with Morton!" As it turned out, I spent the majority of the rest of our vacation in Morton's arms, his penis embedded in me, while Ben made do with masturbating while watching other couples. Sarah, Meghan were in their own little world and rarely reached out to us, but I know that Ben and my ex fucked at least once. Also once I had dinner with just Ben and I could see semen dribbling out of his ass, so I knew the he had bent over for some guy - something I thought he would never do. As our honeymoon came to an end I held Morton in my arms, kissing him and telling him how much I love him. Ben was hurt by that - I could tell - but...this is the kind of marriage we wanted and so this is the kind of marriage we have. Ben knows that I am now highly sexed and will need multiple men to stick it in me on a regular basis to satisfy me. Ben will be one of those men for sure but...frankly ...my heart belongs to daddy if you know what I mean!
And moreover, I've discovered I'm a true cuckqueen! I know that it is a matter of time until I watch my Ben get fucked by big-dicked men while I serve as their cumdump and cumbucket.
Ben, to my surprise, has embraced being a cuck as well. He performs his role with gusto, watching me and Morton and me and my father. He particularly enjoys sitting ini the cuck-chair while my father pumps my ass full of fatherly seed. It will not be long until Ben starts eagerly taking it up the ass from guys with big cocks - some even bigger than Morton's. And he's still a little shy about his newfound bisexuality. - it took him a long time to admit that he loves getting fucked by other guys, especially while I watch or participate.
After our trip, we decided to embrace our newfound desires and open our marriage completely.
Ben and I invested in a yoga studio near where we live and offered the position of manager to Morton; he eagerly accepted. I started seeing Morton regularly, and Ben learned to sleep in the guest room, which he turned into a love nest for him and his mother, but that is a different story. Ben found a group of bi and gay men who were more than happy to fuck him. We also started attending sex parties and clubs together, eager to explore our kinks openly. Most of my attention though was on my father, and we formed a father-son (father-daughter?) bond that was stronger than anyone else's. I loved hearing my father tell me he adores me, tel me I'm his princess, tell me I feel good to him... while he fucks his huge cock into my rectum. "Fuck me daddy!" I moan almost every night, within earshot of Ben screaming "Mommy! Take my cock!" We are waiting to see if Ben can impregnate his own mother!
One night, we were at an exclusive sex club, the kind where anything goes. The room was filled with the sounds of moans, slaps, and the scent of sex. We walked in, hand in hand, and surveyed the scene. There were people fucking in every corner, on every surface. We spotted a St. Andrew's cross in the center of the room and made our way towards it. Ben couldn't hold back his excitement and demanded to be bound to the cross.
The sight of his bound, naked body sent a thrill through me. I could see the familiar tattoos on his skin, the ones I'd traced with my fingers countless times before. But tonight, he was someone else's.
"Ready, love?" Ben asked, his voice a low growl.
I nodded, my heart pounding with anticipation. "Yes, I am ready to watch my cuckold husband get fucked by another man."
Ben smirked and turned to the man who had joined us earlier, a tall, muscular man with a thick, dark beard. "Come on, girlie..." he meant me...I'm gonna show you and Ben how a real man fucks his woman," his voice a low growl. Ben's body tensed, his hands fisting at the restraints, but he didn't protest. He wanted this, even if it was hard to admit.
The man stepped closer to me, his large hand cupping my cheek roughly. "Look at me, Ethan. Watch what I do to your little cuckold husband."
I nodded, my breath hitching with arousal as I watched the man walk behind the St. Andrew's cross, where Ben was already secured.
His wrists and ankles were bound with thick leather straps, his body arching as he tried to move, but the cross held him in place. His cock was hard, already leaking precum, and the man, John, made a point of licking it off his tip with a low growl.
"Look at that tight little asshole, Ethan," John said, running a thick, calloused finger over Ben's puckered hole. "It's going to feel so fucking good to slide my cock in there."
I shivered with anticipation, my own cock throbbing in my loose yoga pants.
I watched, mesmerized, as John slipped a lubed finger into Ben's ass, the tight muscle clenching around his digit. Ben groaned, his hips twitching, trying to escape the intrusion. But John was relentless, slowly working his finger in and out, stretching Ben's hole until it finally relaxed and took the digit with ease.
"He's ready, Ethan," John said, looking over his shoulder at me. "Come here and watch."
I stepped closer, my heart pounding in my chest.
The sight of Ben bound and helpless was intoxicating, his body laid out before me like a sacred offering. John's finger slid in and out of Ben's ass, the obscene sound of it slapping against skin making my cock ache with need.
"Fuck him, John," I rasped, my voice barely above a whisper. "Make him feel it. Make him love it."
John chuckled, a dark, wicked sound that sent shivers down my spine. "With pleasure, Ethan. With fucking pleasure."
He pulled his finger out of Ben's ass, leaving my husband's hole gaping and eager.
John lined his cock up with Ben's entrance, the head of his dick dripping with lube. He pressed the tip against Ben's puckered entrance and began to push in, inch by inch.
Ben grunted, his body tensing as he felt John's cock invade him. "Fuck, that's big," he groaned, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the leather restraints.
"Relax, cuck," John growled, his voice thick with lust. "Just take it slow. Let me in."
I stepped closer, my cock straining against my yoga pants, desperate to be touched.
"That's right, cuck," I murmured, tracing the curve of Ben's spine with my fingertips. "Take that big cock like a good little slut."
John groaned, his hips moving in a slow, steady pace as he fed Ben inch after inch of his thick cock. Ben's body was rigid, his muscles tensing as he struggled to accommodate the massive intrusion. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and his breath came in short, sharp gasps.
"Fuck, Ethan," John grunted, his hands gripping Ben's hips tightly. "Your husband's ass is so fucking tight.
I can't believe he's taking my entire cock like this," John groaned, his hips moving with more force now, driving his cock deeper into Ben's eager hole.
Ben's body was trembling, his muscles straining as he tried to accommodate the massive cock that was stretching him wide open. I could see the painful pleasure on his face, the way his eyes rolled back in his head, and the way his lips parted as he gasped for breath.
"Fuck, John," Ben panted, his voice a ragged, desperate plea. "Fuck me harder.
Fuck me like you mean it," Ben groaned, his head thrown back, his body straining against the restraints. John's hips began to move faster, his cock slamming into Ben with brutal force, the sound of flesh against flesh filling the room.
"You like that, don't you, cuck?" John growled, his voice thick with lust. "You like feeling my big cock stretching your tight little asshole."
"Yes," Ben gasped, his body trembling with each powerful thrust. "Fuck me like the little slut I am.
Make me your bitch," Ben begged, his body shaking with every forceful thrust. John’s eyes met mine, and he nodded, a wicked smile spreading across his face.
"You heard him, Ethan. Tell him how much you love his tight little asshole taking my cock," John said, his voice a low rumble.
I couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped my lips. "I love it, John. I love seeing my husband take your big dick like a fucking pro. He’s my little slut, and he’s loving every inch of your cock, aren’t you, Ben?"
"Yes, Ethan," Ben groaned.
"I'm your fucking slut, and I'm taking every inch of this big, thick cock like a good little cuckold. I'm loving it, John. Fuck me harder!"
John's eyes locked with mine, a devilish smirk on his lips as he began to pound into Ben with increased force. The sound of their flesh slapping together echoed through the room, punctuated by Ben's grunts and moans of pleasure and pain. I smiled as I looked forward to a banquet of spunk gushing out of my husband's ass later on this evening ... We are a match made in heaven!