Honeymoon Dream
by 
Fantasy Weaver

We had been sweethearts since highschool, but the most we had done
back then was a couple of stinky-finger sessions in the back seat of
my car.  I had been ready and willing to go further, but Karen
wouldn't hear of it so I went home a lot of times with a distinct
stiffness between my legs.

When college rolled around, things got a little better, but not
much.  I had my own apartment so our make-out sessions got a bit
more heated and, several times, Karen's bra wound up under my sofa
as I licked and nibbled the best nipples I had even dreamed of.  We
soon discovered that just a few minutes of titty stroking drove her
wild.  She was incredible as she squirmed her way to orgasm after
orgasm - still fully dressed below the waist.

Karen's curiosity got the better of her a time or two and she
allowed me to unzip my pants and let old faithful pop out in full
glory.  When the lights were low and she had several drinks, she
would even jerk me off until my cum squirted high in the air.

Still, even my most accomplished foreplay remained exactly that -
foreplay with no fucking to follow.  I thought I was home free once.
After a particularly great date, Karen was obviously a little tipsy
and horny as hell.  We had barely entered my apartment before I was
doing some world-class nipple nibbling.  We melted to the floor as
she moaned and writhed around in absolute ecstasy.  As I sucked
gently on Karen's tits, I slowly slid my hand under her tiny skirt.
Normally her knee was the limit but, on that night, she was really
tripping out and made no effort to impede my progress.

I slid the hem of her skirt higher and higher until, at LONG last,
paradise was in plain sight for the first time since we had been
dating.  To my absolute delight, I discovered that my shy little
Karen loved sheer lingerie.  Her tiny panties were dripping wet and
almost totally transparent. Her pussy was right there, just inches
from my eyes.

I reached out and slowly started stroking her twat through the silky
material.  I could feel her pussy lips slowly part and I just
couldn't resist any more.  Before Karen could stop me, I leaned
forward and planted a kiss right on her panty-covered cunt. As I
nibbled and sucked on her juicy opening through the wet fabric, I
slowly slid a finger under the edge of panties and started stroking
her hairy box.  The combination of my finger and tongue did the
absolute trick and Karen soon exploded in her most glorious orgasm
ever.

When I pulled back and started to drop my own clothes, Karen seemed
to snap back into her old personality. Her skirt popped back into
place and her blouse seemed to materialize from nowhere. When I
protested that she had gotten off and I was in real pain, she
relented enough to allow me to undress. As my raging cock bobbed in
the breeze, Karen slowly stroked me until I was almost to the edge
then, when I could take no more, she gave it one quick kiss and I
blew a giant wad almost across the room.

Before she left for the night, I finally gave in and popped the
question - it certainly looked like the only way to nookie was with
a wedding ring.  Two weeks later, we were in a church and on our way
to married life.

Both of us had always wanted to visit Jamaica so we went from the
church to the plane and were on our way to our tropical honeymoon.
I was so horny that I couldn't keep my hands to myself. I just
couldn't wait to get her to the hotel and fuck my brains out. Karen,
on the other hand, was one step short of terrified.

When we landed and arrived at our hotel, the manager was doubly
apologetic - due to a little scheduling problem, our room wouldn't
be ready until much later in the evening.  To make up for their
mistake, the manager made a car and driver available to us along
with complementary dinner and tour of the island.  While this wasn't
the fuck session I had dreamed about, it was OK for the time being.
The concierge suggested that our travel outfits might be a bit too
much for the casual atmosphere on the island and graciously provided
us with more appropriate attire.

I was given one of those wild tropical shirts and a pair of baggy
shorts and headed to the men's room to change.  When I returned to
the lobby Karen was already back and I nearly dropped my teeth.  She
had been given a very breezy little number which was shorter than
anything I had ever seen her wear.  It was an incredible wrap-around
skirt with the slit showing a LOT of leg whenever she took a step.
The top was little more than a tie-up bra made of a thin, flowery
scarf- like material. Everyone could clearly see my wife's rigid
nipples straining against the thin material.
	  
After twirling around to show me her new outfit (imparting a very
pleasing jiggle to her pert tits), Karen leaned over to me and
whispered, "I think this was meant to be worn with a bathing suit,
but mine is still in our luggage - all I've got on under here is a
pair of panties."

She tried to beg off on going out in public dressed like that (she
kept calling it "almost naked"), but the manager and I finally
convinced her that now was the time to live a little - no one from
home was going to see us - and just have some fun. We climbed into
the limo and headed out on the town.

Our driver was a real pistol and kept us in stitches as we drove
from one incredible bar and restaurant to another.  However, Karen
was still a little tense and , when she went to the bathroom, he
asked what was wrong. I was already about three sheets to the wind
and told him about how tense my wife was about everything -
especially sex.  He grinned and said he might be able to help.    I
perked up and asked what he had in mind.  "Mon, ya ever heard of
Rohypnol - ya know, the date rape pill??  It's odorless, colorless,
mixes with anything and, best of all, only takes about 15 minutes to
kick in.  Let's slip her a little and see how it works."

As the sun began to dip into the ocean, the driver mixed us some
"special" drinks and we watched the sunset and mellowed out. The
Rohypnol he had mixed was really doing the trick.  Even though the
driver was sitting close to us on the sandy beach, Karen started
snuggling up to me and making out like mad.  Her little wrap-around
skirt slipped higher and higher until I knew from the driver's grin
that he had a great view of her panty-covered twat.  Instead of
being pissed that he was staring at my wife's pussy, I could only
think of how fantastic it was going to be when I finally got her in
the sack.

The driver reminded us that we had time for one more club before our
rooms would be ready and he knew of a really hot spot.  Both of us
were feeling no pain and that sounded pretty good so we were under
way once again.

Music and drink flowed like water and we were having a great time.
Neither of us noticed at first when a young man sat down at our
table but, before long, we were talking like old friends. A few
drinks later, Jose was dancing with Karen, trying to teach her the
island style of dancing.  The lights were getting lower and we were
really having a great time but even my drinks seemed to be stronger
now.

I felt a little woozy but, when Jose asked us if she wanted to learn
one more dance, Karen was still ready to go, so she gulped down her
drink and  headed to the floor with her partner. They moved onto a
spotlit platform as the band struck up a fantastic rhythm.

Whenever my wife twirled on the platform, her skirt would flip up
high enough so that we could all see a brief flash of her panties.
I know I should have been concerned, but I was fascinated to
discover that Karen was wearing such tiny and, from what I could
see, sheer panties.  Her eyes flashed as she bent over and
"accidentally" mooned the group.  It was almost like I was in
another body watching the show and I was actually pleased that the
audience was sharing my wife's lovely features.

Before long, she was wiggling her ass with the best of them.  When
the music slowed to a sensuous  beat, Karen's partner moved behind
her to teach her the new dance.  When he put his hands on my wife's
hips she protested at first, but he convinced her that this was the
best way to learn to move with the music.  It was an incredible
sight as he taught her to bend and twist in new and, to say the
least, interesting ways.

The audience applauded as they made their way back to our table to
take a bit of a breather.  It was time for another round of drinks
too and this time, the taste was even more interesting.  By the time
she had finished her drink, Karen had a definite glow about her.
She leaned over to me and said, "You won't believe how HOT this is
making me - I even told Jose that we were just married and hadn't
made love yet!  I've got to get back to the hotel and fuck your
eyeballs out before I explode right here!"

Even in my spaced out state, I nearly fell out of my chair - Karen
had never said "fuck" in front of me since I had known her.  Come to
think of it, she had never even admitted to being "hot" before and
she definitely had never talked about us to anyone else.

When I staggered to my feet to leave with my horny wife, our new
friends protested.  "Please, you must stay to learn the rest of the
dance - you're doing so well and the crowd loves you."  I was in no
shape to put up a logical argument and a new round of drinks brought
Karen to a new level of daring. Neither she nor I noticed that a
"closed - private party in progress" sign had been placed on the
door and that many of the club's  tables had been moved to a tight
circle around the tiny dance area.

As they once again moved to the dance floor, everyone cheered and
applauded. In my foggy state, I thought I saw the club manager and
his assistant setting up a couple of video cameras.  When they were
in position, all of the lights in the club were lowered even more
and the incredibly hypnotic music started again.  Once again, Jose
moved behind my wife and placed his hands on her hips, moving them
to the slow beat of the music.  He pulled Karen tight against him
and moved in unison with her, grinding his pelvis into her bottom.

This time, instead of moving away in protest, Karen pushed back
against him. My mind screamed at me to put a stop to this, but I was
powerless to fight against the erotic scene in front of me - my
virgin wife was almost dry-humping him right there on the dance
floor and I was enjoying the show immensely.  I knew I should stop
her and yank Karen from the dance floor, but everything seemed so
right and I just lay back to enjoy life.

Everyone pushed closer to the dance floor to get a closer look at
the hot couple as they moved to an ever increasing drum beat.  His
hands were moving freely over her skirt and Karen's eyes were
practically glazed over.  Still nestled behind Karen, Jose leaned
forward and started nibbling her neck and ears.  He whispered
something to my wife and she slowly raised her hands over her head,
closed her eyes, and began moving her arms seductively to the music.

Jose's hands moved higher moving in wider and wider circles until he
was cupping my wife's scarf covered titties.  I was almost in
never-never land and totally lost in erotic pleasure as I was
consumed with desire over the scene on the dance floor.

I watched in amazement as Jose moved one hand behind my wife and
untied her bra.  Moments later, he tossed the garment into the crowd
and Karen's tits were proudly displayed to everyone. Beads of sweat
rolled between her breasts as Jose started gently stroking her
nipples. I had gotten this far many times, but I had never seen
Karen so consumed by lust.  Her nipples were rigid and stabbed the
air while her tits softly swayed as she continued to move with the
music.

Jose turned Karen to face him and started kissing her wildly.  While
their furious tonsil swapping was going on, he continued to play
with my wife's tits.  Ever so slowly, he kissed his way down to her
breasts until he was able to take first one nipple and then the
other into his mouth.

When her nipples had been licked to raging points, Jose once again
moved behind Karen.  This time, we could all see that he was
sporting a hardon of incredible proportions as he pulled her ass
tightly against his cock.

As he moved her to the music, I saw him slide his hands under my
wife's short skirt.   I could tell by her expression that he was
playing with her pussy.  As Karen gasped in erotic pleasure, he
raised her skirt higher and higher until her sheer panties were in
plain sight.  She was so hot that her pussy must have been dripping
wet.

As Jose let her skirt drop back into place, he hooked his thumbs
into my wife's tiny panties and slowly slid the filmy fabric down to
her ankles and tossed them into the cheering crowd.

The place went wild as Jose moved his hands back under my wife's
skirt to play with her bare pussy and Karen exploded in her first
orgasm of the evening.  As her first scream of pleasure rocked the
club, Jose whipped her skirt off and threw it into the audience too.
As my wife's dripping pussy and titties were displayed for all to
see, I was overcome with an even greater sense of pride.

When I looked back at the stage, Jose was now totally naked too and
Karen was taking his cock deep into her mouth, sucking eagerly,
swept away with lust.  A fur blanket had appeared on the stage and
Jose slowly brought Karen down until she was writhing around on her
back in front of the small crowd.  He spread her legs, fully
exposing her pussy and began kissing her feet. Slowly but surely, he
kissed his way up the inside of her legs until he was licking my
wife's pussy and spreading her twat for all to see.

Jose knelt between my wife's legs and start rubbing his cock over my
wife's virgin pussy.  As he slowly pressed the tip into her cunt,
Karen screamed again - first in pain as he popped her cherry and
finally in lustful pleasure as he began to slowly fuck her.  It was
our honeymoon, but the prize I had sought for so many years was
claimed by another man!

Instead of exploding in fury, I cheered as loudly as any man in the
club!

At first, Jose moved in small motions, then he began long, slow
strokes as he withdrew until only the tip of his cock was still in
my wife's twat and then just as slowly pushed back in until he was
totally engulfed by her steaming pussy.

Now, the music started again and Jose started a more determined
motion with his hips, driving his cock deeper and deeper into my
wife's unprotected cunt.  The drum beat got faster and faster and
his pace matched the beat, plunging in and out time and time again
until he let out a roar and buried his prick all the way into
Karen's snatch  as he pumped her full of his hot seed.

Totally spent, they collapsed on the rug.  When Jose finally pulled
his limp dick from my wife's well-fucked pussy, cum literally gushed
out of her gaping opening.  The TV monitors in the club were filled
with a tight shot of Karen's cum-filled pussy.  Jose was done for
the night, but the crowd wanted more!

A spotlight played over our table as the manager led me - complete
with a raging boner - to join my wife.  Karen was playing with
Jose's cum as it oozed out her pussy when she saw me and called out
to me.  I immediately buried my cock in my wife's waiting cunt and
started a furious fuck session - this was no pretext of love!  It
was nothing but pure animal lust and worth every second of it. I
made one last lunge and drove my dick as far into her snatch as I
could.   I could feel my cum shooting into Karen's gaping pussy,
mixing with Jose's seed as I felt everything going black.

The next morning, we awoke in our hotel bed as the sun streamed in.
We were both totally naked and Karen's pussy was still oozing cum.
My cock was covered with fuck juice and we both had these wonderful
blissfully fucked expressions on our faces.

To this day, we still don't know - was it real, or was it all an
incredible dream?  



