For those of you who have not read any of what I have already chronicled about my wife I will give you some background and a deion. I found my wife when she was only eighteen, working as a secretary. She was, and still is, beautiful. She has long thick brown hair that flows down below her shoulders. Her breasts are large, full, and natural with just a hint of sag. Each breast is tipped by large round light-brown areola that forms big beautiful circles around her protruding hard nipples. Her tight stomach is flat and her ass is hard and round. She always keeps her pussy shaved, except for a small area of hair above her clit. Her pussy lips are equally amazing. They are long, but not too long, and distend and open like a flower when she gets excited.

I, on the other hand, am a tall, thin, average looking guy, but I always keep myself in good shape. My best attribute was my cock. I am over nine inches long and am very thick, all the way to the bulbous mushroom-like head. What my wife, and other women, always appreciates the most is that it never really goes soft. It stays around seven inches, even when `flaccid’, and hard enough to penetrate all but the tightest holes.

This story is true, with some alterations like names and dates. I also took some liberty to combine some experiences so the story would not drag on. Everything that she does and everything that happens in this story has happened to her, in the way it is presented. Enjoy:

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For her nineteenth birthday, I got Carole a big diamond ring. We were married in a wonderful ceremony on a Saturday afternoon. It had been a strange romance, but I knew it was right. I loved the fact that she as so sexually adventurous and…well, quite frankly…a slut. It wasn’t only that I went around the world with her an hour into our first date, but she could, and did, deep-throat my over nine-inch cock. How can you let that get away from you?

I had not known her long enough to really test her limits, but I knew that she was much more than a simple exhibitionist, and I was anxious to find out just how much of a slut my new bride really was. I knew I was taking a chance, but I was going to use our honeymoon as an opportunity to find out how much of a slut she was and how much fun I could have with her.

When I woke up Sunday morning, after a long night of wild and wonderful sex, I rolled over and looked at my new bride. She was naked, uncovered, on her side facing me. I brushed her long dark brown hair out of her face. Her big brown puppy-dog eyes were closed, but I could still picture them.

I ran my fingers over her wonderfully large breasts. She had the most beautiful set of big heavy tits I had ever seen. Big, full, and natural “D’s”, they sagged only slightly, sticking out from her chest proudly. Each breast was tipped by large round light-brown areola forming big circles around her protruding hard nipples.

I walked my fingers down her side, up her hip, and then down her leg as far as I could reach. She stirred slightly and then turned over away from me. I moved up behind her and spooned her. I pushed my cock up between the tops of her thighs. I slid my cock up right next to her pussy lips and reached around to grab a handful of tit.

When I squeezed her breast, she moaned and rolled back over, onto her back. “Good morning, beautiful,’ I said, my hand still on her chest.

“Good morning, my love” she said, with a big smile. We kissed for several minutes before I pulled away.

“Time to get up and go,” I said climbing out of bed. “It will take a couple hours to get there and I want to stop for breakfast and maybe stop at the beach.”

“So where we going?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“Come on,” she said playfully.

“Nope,” I said, “I’m taking a shower.”

When I came out of the bathroom, she went in. I packed our bags while she showered. I left out some clothes for her. I put her shorts and panties on the bed, along with a tiny string bikini top and a short half-shirt. When she came out, she put them on and looked at herself in the mirror. She looked amazing. Her shorts clung tight to her round tight ass. Her shirt hung low enough to just barely cover her tits, exposing her nice flat stomach. The little bikini top lifted her just enough to keep the bottom of her tits from falling out of the shirt, which were amazingly close to being exposed.

“This is pretty short,” she said, matter-of-fackly, pulling down on the shirt’s front seam.

“Yeah,” I smiled, “isn’t it great?”

She laughed. “Not sure this is proper restaurant dress.”

“Sure it is…a beach restaurant.” I kissed her. “Come on, let’s get this stuff in the car and get out of here.” I picked up our bags and she followed me out of the hotel and to the car. I put the bags in the trunk and got in the small convertible. I pushed the button and lowered the roof. Off we drove.

We drove for about an hour along the beach highway until we found a breakfast place on the beach side. We stopped and had breakfast. After we paid our bill, we got backing the car and drove off. About a half-hour later, she started asking questions again. “So where are we going?”

“I told you, it’s a surprise.”

“Come on, tell me…please….”

“Okay, I’ll make a deal with you. You take off the bikini top and I will tell you.”

“What?” she said, smiling. “I’ll fall out of this shirt. You perv.”

“Exactly. Is it a deal?”

She thought for a second before she reached up and untied her bikini. She pulled it out from under her shirt and handed it to me. “Now, where are we going?”

“Sit up and let me look,” I said. She scooted her butt back in the seat and sat up straight. Her tits almost fell out. The shirt now only covered down to the nipples. The bottom of her tits, including half of each areola, was exposed. “That is awesome,” I said, reaching over and lifting her shirt slightly, completely exposing her left tit.

“You like it?”

“I love it,” I said. “So does he, apparently.” I looked up at the pickup truck next to us. She quickly turned and looked up at the guy’s face. He was smiling and giving her a thumbs-up sign. To my joy, she didn’t immediately cover up. Instead, when I moved my hand leaving her tit completely exposed, she smiled back and waved.

I picked up speed and left the truck behind. The wind inside the convertible blew the shirt around and back down. She leaned back in her seat. Every now and then I would reach over and run my fingers across the bottom of her tits. “Pay attention to the road,” she taunted, as she playfully pushed my hand away.

“So?” she asked a couple minutes later.

“Oh, sorry,” I said, looking over at her tits. “I got distracted. We are going to a resort.”

“What kind of resort?”

“What do you mean?” I asked, with a smile. “The kind with pools, hot-tubs, beaches, bars, restaurants…the good kind of resort.”

“Sounds nice,” she said.

“The kind of place that I can take you up to our room and stick my little thingy in you.”

“Well, first off, your thingy is not little, and secondly you can stick it in me whenever you want.”

“What about me poking it where ever I want?”

I smiled, “That too.”

We turned off the beach highway and got up onto the main highway. With the speed increased, the wind in the convertible blew her shirt all over the place. She held it down to keep herself covered.

“Stop it,” I told her. “Leave it alone.” I took her hand away from her shirt and put it on her lap. The shirt blew up slightly exposing more tit. “Better,” I said. I found a semi to pull up next to and started pacing it.

Carole knew but asked anyway. “What are you doing?”

“Letting the guy get a look,” I said, looking down at her shirt. “Lift it up.”

“What? No…”

“Come on…do it.”

“But, I can’t do that…”

“Just do it,” I urged.

She paused for a second and lifted her shirt up just a little, but then stopped. “Come on,” I pleaded.

She frowned slightly and then continued pulling her shirt up exposing her entire chest, but covering her face. She held the shirt up for a couple minutes before I told her to put it back. The trucker blew his air horn in appreciation as we accelerated off.

“That was awesome,” I said.

When we were out of sight of the trucker, she looked over at me and smiled. “You are silly,” she said.

Half-hour, we took the exit ramp and started driving down some back roads. Eventually we came up to a long high fence. We followed it up to the guard shack. I gave the man our name and he let us through, but not before eyeing up my wife and even winking at her.

After going through the gate, we followed the signs to the front office. I parked the car and closed the convertible top. Standing next to where we parked was a nice looking couple. They were completely naked. Carole looked at them and then turned to me. Her eyes were wide. “Yup,” I said, “a nudist resort.” Before she could respond, I smiled at her and got out of the car.

Still standing in the open door area of the car, facing towards the car, and her, I dropped my shorts and pulled off my t-shirt. Now completely naked, I walked around to her side of the car and opened her door. My long thick cock and low hanging balls dangled in front of her. “Come on,” I said, holding my hand out to her. Hesitantly, she took it and stepped out of the car.

“I’m sure they have rules here, so give me your shirt,” I said.

“But…”

“Give me your shirt,” I repeated, holding my hand out. “We aren’t going anywhere until you take the shirt off.” Slowly, she lifted it up off her and handed it to me. I looked down at her shorts. “I guess you can keep those on for now,” I said, “but eventually you will have to lose those too.” I took her by the hand and led her up to the front of the office.

I was almost pulling her. Panicked, she looked around to see who was looking, as we made our way to the front door of the resort office. We walked in. Naked people were everywhere, but still when she walked in all eyes were on my beautiful wife. Carole was very nervous about having her tits out for all to see. She kept very close to me.

I checked in, got directions to our room, and left the office. On the way out of the building, we stopped at a little shop. I found her a semi-transparent wrap and bought it. We drove over to our building and parked. I carried our bags up to the room and we went in.

The room was nice, strange but nice. There were mirrors everywhere. A large mirrored wall on one side of the two large beds, there was one on the wall over the dressers at the end of each bed and large mirrors on the ceiling above each of the two beds. Next to the door was a couple of chairs and there was a table by the front window. The window looked out onto the walkway and then over the parking lot. Walking passed the bathroom door, you walked out onto the balcony that overlooked the pool. I stepped out and looked.

The pool below was huge. Naked people were everywhere around it. “Come out here and look,” I called back to my wife. She walked out and looked down. I admired her tits as they hung over the railing. “God you are so beautiful,” I said.

“Hmmm,” she said, with a teasing frown. “The fun kind of resort, huh?”

“Well, yeah. Seeing you naked all day, every day, for a week. What would be more fun than that?” She looked down at my thick hanging cock. I saw the look in her eye; she knew exactly what I meant.

I pulled her up to me and hugged her. We kissed. My hands went to the button on her shorts. I undid it, unzipped her and pushed her shorts and panties down. She reached down and helped, eventually dropping them to the floor and stepping out of them.

I broke away, suddenly, before she was ready. I picked up her clothes and pulled her into the room. Picking up the wrap she had just bought, I handed it to her. “Let’s go look around.”

She looked disappointedly at me. I knew the last couple minutes had made her juices flowing, but I needed to keep her on the edge for a while. “I can’t leave like this,” she complained.

“Baby, this is a nudist resort,” I said, holding both her hands and looking into her eyes. “You can’t go around dressed at the nudist resort.” I smiled. Her shoulders fell slightly and she nodded. She wrapped the thin cloth around her and tied a knot on one side to hold it up. We left the room.

We wondered around the resort for almost two hours. The place was huge. I did find the perfect secluded hot tub for later that night, however, over in a dark corner, surrounded by tall bushes. Perfect for what I had in mind.

We went into one of the restaurants and ate an early dinner. What a great feeling it was to eat out in public with your wife sitting topless for everyone to see. I was happy to see that while she was very nervous, she accepted being gawked at by all those men.

After dinner, we went into the bar. It was dark, but we found a good table by the dance floor. I ordered us a drink, but before the waitress brought them back, a man approached Carole and asked her to dance. “Sure,” I said, before she could respond. She looked at me with a worried, confused, look, but got up and took the man’s hand.

He led her to the dance floor and started to dance. I watched them from my table. The song was upbeat and her tits bounced all over the place as she moved. The guy she was dancing with must have really enjoyed himself because his cock started to rise. By the end of the first song, he had a ranging hard-on.

“He must be having a good time dancing with your wife,” a man standing next to me said. He laughed. I had not even noticed him approach. “Mind if we join you?”

“Ah, not at all,” I said, pointing to the empty chairs at the table.

He introduced himself as Al and the nerdy looking kid with him as his son Alex. I shook both their hands. Al was buck naked, putting a towel on the seat before he sat, but his son was wearing a pair of shorts. The kid looked barely over eighteen, if that, and was very awkward. We talked while we watched Carole.

When the next song ended, she hugged her dance partner and started back towards the table. Before she got there, Al asked, “Do you mind if my son dances with your wife?”

“No,” I said with a smile to the boy, “not at all.”

“Great.”

Carole got back to the table and after introductions started to drink her wine. After quite a bit of prodding by Al, Alex finally asked.

“Will you dance with me?” the kid stammered.

Again, Carole didn’t respond immediately, so I did. “Sure she will.” I pulled Carole up off the chair and over to me. I hugged her and whispered in her ear. “Don’t kill the poor little guy,” I laughed. When she turned to walk towards the dance floor, I pulled the knot in her wrap lose and pulled it off her. Carole was not happy that I did that, but she let me.

While we were hugging, the kid, with a great deal of prodding from his dad, had dropped his shorts. Now that they were both naked, he took her hand and led her to the floor. She looked back at me and rolled her eyes.

I looked over to say something to Al, but he was gone. I saw him up working his way up to the DJ. He said something to him and gave him some money before returning to the table.

When Alex and Carole got to the center of the floor, a slow ballad started. Alex pulled my wife in close and put his arms around her waist. Carole’s arms went up over his shoulders and around his neck. They danced close, her tits smashed up against his chest.

The floor started to fill up with other couples and it was difficult to keep an eye on Carole and Alex. Soon the floor was full of people. The next time I saw Carole, Alex had his hands on her ass and was squeezing her cheeks.

“That’s my boy,” Al said, slapping my on the shoulder. They danced further back on the floor and I lost them again.

Two songs later, Carole immerged from the group on the floor, pulling Alex behind her. When she got close to us, I could see that there was a wet shiny area on her stomach up between her tits. She quickly walked by, telling me that she was going to the bathroom and would be right back. Alex sat down at the table, breathing heavily.

“Have a good time?” his father asked him.

“Oh, yeah,” he said, “she is great.” He looked at me. “Thanks.”

I nodded back at him.

“How long are you staying?” Al asked me.

“Until next weekend,” I said.

“Great, so we will see you around.” Al put out his hand and I shook it. He and his son got up and left.

Carole walked up after they were gone. She was being closely followed by two men. “Dance with us?” one said.

“Uh…” Carole stalled. She looked at me for help.

“Sure,” I said to her surprise. “Go on honey, have fun.”

“Great,” one guy said and they both took one of her hands and escorted her out onto the floor. The songs were still long slow ballads and they disappeared into the dark crowded floor.

The next time I saw her, she was sandwiched between the two men, who were smothering her body with theirs. The man behind her had his hands around her, holding onto her stomach and grinding his crotch into her ass. The man in front of her had his hands between Carole and him. I couldn’t tell for sure, but it sure looked like they were on her tits. Carole had one hand on the man in front’s ass cheek and the other hand on the other man’s thigh.

Two songs later, she broke free of them and walked off the floor. Again, she walked right passed me and into the bathroom. I ordered her another glass of wine and when she got back, I handed it to her. “Have fun?” I asked with a smile.

She took a big drink of wine, but didn’t respond. I stood up, took her by the hand and led her out of the bar. We took our drinks and walked back to the hot tub I had spotted earlier. Thankfully, it was unoccupied. Without talking, we sat down and started to relax.

“Carole?”

My eyes shot open. There were two naked men, long dicks swinging, standing by the hot tub. I looked over at my wife, as she started to shrink down into the water.

“What a surprise,” one of the men said. “I didn’t know you came here.”

“Well,” she said. “This is the first time.”

“That’s right,” the other man said, “you just got married. Congratulations. And you must be the husband?” He put his hand out. I shook it.

“Um,” Carole said, embarrassed still. “This is Dave and Rick. They work with me.”

`They worked with her,’ I thought. I couldn’t have planned this. This was going to be great.

“Come on,” Dave said. “We work really close. She didn’t tell you about us?”

“Well, no,” I said. The men got in the tub with us. Dave moved up right next to Carole and Rick sat directly across.

“Oh, that surprises me,” Dave said.

I gave Carole a questioning look. She smiled, nervously, and shrugged back at me. “Well, I need another drink,” I said, standing. Both men stared at my long cock as I stood.

“Wait,” Carole said, starting to get up. “I’ll go with you.”

“No,” I smiled. “Stay here and talk with your friends. I’ll be right back.” I turned and walked off. But I didn’t leave. Instead, I snuck around to a dark area, peered in through the bushes and listened.

“I see why you married him,” Dave said.

“Yeah, you always loved the big dicks,” Rick laughed.

“Come on, guys,” Carole pleaded. “Don’t do this. I just got married.”

“Yeah, right,” Dave said. “Saturday right?”

“Yeah,” Carole said.

“Did you tell him that I fucked you the day before?” Rick asked. I was a little shocked, but very pleased. I smiled to myself.

“Yeah, if I remember correctly we both fucked you that Friday,” Dave said.

“Please,” Carole said. I watched as both the men moved up right next to my wife. I couldn’t see clearly, so I moved over a little. Both men had their hands on my wife.

“What?” Rick said. “You don’t want us to tell him?”

“No. Please don’t.”

“What will you give us to keep us quiet?” Dave asked, lifting her left tit out of the water and stroking it.

“What? I don’t know…don’t…he might see us.”

“Don’t worry,” Rick said. “He won’t be back for a while. The bar is quite a walk from here. We have time.”

“So, you’re still gonna let us fuck you at work, right?” Dave asked, and then he kissed her nipple.

“What? I’m married now,” she said.

They both laughed. “Come on,” Rick said. “You can’t say no to a hard dick and you know it, you little slut. Tell you what. You let us fuck you and we won’t say a word about our work arrangement. If not, well, I can even provide him with pictures.” He laughed.

“But, I can’t….” she said.

“Come here,” Rick pulled her over onto his lap. Without hesitation, she swung her leg over him and sat down on his crotch. “Oh, God, that’s good,” Rick moaned. “Your pussy has always been so wonderful.”

Dave moved to the other side of the tub, giving them room, while Carole started to bounce up and down on Rick. Her tits swung in his face as she rode him.

“Come on, you bitch. That’s right, fuck me,” Rick said. “I told you, you can’t say no to a hard cock.” Carole was starting to really get into it. She had her hands on his shoulders, her tits on either side of his head, and she was slamming herself down on top of him.

“Oh, God,” she started to moan.

“Yeah, baby,” Rick groaned. “Fuck me…fuck me…” Just then, Rick pushed up into her and held her still. I could tell from the look on their faces that he was cumming, and cumming hard. I could also tell that she wasn’t. It was obvious they didn’t care about her needs sexually, they were just using her. I liked that…and it looked like she did too.

When Rick stopped quivering and panting, he pushed her off him. She stood briefly in the middle of the hot tub before Dave grabbed her hips and pulled her back onto him.

I watched as my wife reached down and guided the man’s stiff cock right up into her pussy. Still facing away from him, she started to slide up and down his shaft. Dave’s hand came around, grabbed onto her tits and squeezed. He held onto them as she fucked him and, I noticed, that what was happening…she was fucking him…not the other way around. He just sat there enjoying it.

It didn’t take him long either before he shot his load into my wife. Finished with her, he pushed her off and she sat down in the hot tub.

“That was a good start,” Rick said.

“What?”

“We still have time,” Rick said, standing up and sitting on the side of the tub. “Come over here and blow me.” Carole moved up between his knees and took his cock in her mouth. Dave moved over and sat next to Rick. He took Carole’s hand and put it on his limp dick.

Soon she was alternating between sucking and stroking the two hard cocks. “God, she sucks like a pro,” Dave moaned.

“What are you talking about? She is a pro. A cock-sucking pro,” Rick agreed. “Make sure she swallows. Don’t want any evidence floating around.” He laughed. I moved from my location and walked off, leaving her with her mouth full.

Several drinks later, I ordered another to go and walked off.

It had been almost two hours before I got back to my wife. When we walked up, there was nothing going on. Carole, however, was no longer trying to hide her tits; instead, she just let them float on top of the water, even though a third man had joined the group. I wondered to myself if the new guy had fucked her as well.

“Well there you are,” Dave said.

“Yeah, here I am,” I said sarcastically. “Time to go,” I told Carole. She stood and stepped out of the tub. The guys all stared at my naked wife’s body as she climbed out of the tub.

Carole and I walked for a minute before we talked. “Having fun?” I asked.

“Ah, yeah,” she said. “I love you,” she put her arm around me.

“I love you, too,” I said. “But you need to talk to me.”

“What do you mean?”

I stopped, turned her and looked her in the face. “What is going on?”

“What?”

I looked around and saw a lonely bench under a tree. I pulled her over to it and we sat down. “Start at the beginning. What did Alex do to you?”

She looked down in shame and almost started crying.

“Tell me the truth,” I said. “Tell me everything and don’t lie to me.”

“Well,” she said in little sobs. “He rubbed up against me and got hard. Then he came on me.”

“You didn’t help?” I pressed. “Tell me the truth.”

“Okay…okay…okay,” she sniffled. “I stroked him until he came.”

“So you gave him a hand job on the dance floor?”

“Yes,” she said, holding back tears.

“What about those two that danced with you later?” I continued. “Don’t you dare lie to me.”

“One of them came between my boobs and the other came inside me,” she sniffled.

“Inside you?”

“He put it in from behind,” she said. “I couldn’t do anything about it.”

“So you tried to stop him?”

“…No….” She sobbed openly.

“What else?” I persisted.

“Nothing,” she sobbed.

“Don’t FUCKING lie to me,” I said aggressively. “I watched you fuck Rick and Dave.”

“What? You saw?”

“Yes,” I said, standing up. “I left while you were sucking their cocks. You swallow them both?”

“But they told me….”

“I saw it,” I said. “You wanted it. You wanted to fuck. You are such a fucking whore, I can’t believe it.” I turned away from her.

“I’m sorry,” she sobbed. “I’m sorry. I know…but I can’t help it.”

I turned. “You can’t say no to a hard dick, can you?” repeating what Rick and Dave had said.

“No,” she wept. “I can’t. I’m sorry. Please forgive me. I’m sorry. I love you…I love you.”

I stood there as she cried for a minute, then I sat back down next to her and put my arm around her shoulders. “Stop crying,” I told her soothingly. “It’s okay.”

“I’m sorry,” she continued. “Please don’t leave me. I’m sorry. I’ll do whatever you want.”

“I’m not going to leave you,” I said. I was happy she said it. She WAS going to do everything I want. “But this changes things a little.”

“What do you mean?” she sniffled.

“Well, I can’t have you fucking everything that walks by, can I?” I smiled.

“No,” she tried to smile, wiping her eyes, “probably not.”

“We will work this out,” I told her. “Don’t worry.” I squeezed her shoulder. “But things are different now. Don’t worry, I still love you and we will stay together, but you are going to do what I want. Come on, let’s go.” She nodded, but she looked worried.

We stood up and walked on. I took her to one of the smaller bars to get her a drink. We sat, without talking, for a couple minutes while we drank. It was then that I saw Al and Alex. I waved them over.

“Hey,” Al said, “didn’t think you would be out this late. Don’t have anything better to do?” He smiled at me and winked at Carole.

I laughed. “Sit down and have a drink,” I offered. Al moved in the booth next to me and his son sat next to Carole. Alex stared at Carole and smiled.

“What’s happening?” Al asked.

“Nothing much. Just saw you and thought you might like to have a drink.”

“Yeah, thanks.”

“As a matter of fact, let’s go up to the bar for a minute,” I suggested. I looked over at Carole. “You want anything?”

“Sure,” she said. “Another?” She picked up her wine and showing I to me.

“Sure,” I said. “Be right back.”

Al and I got to the bar. “So what are you doing here, really?” I asked.

“Trying to get my little stupid nerd son out to see some women and maybe motivate him to get out of his room,” he said with some frustration. “The kid is eighteen and still a virgin!”

I laughed. “Tell you what, you buy the next round and he can have Carole for the night.”

“What?” he looked at me in amazement. “Are you serious?”

“Sure,” I said. “She would be a great first fuck. She could teach him everything.”

“Well fuck me,” he said. “It’s a deal.”

We picked up the drinks and walked back to the table. We didn’t sit, but instead Al said, “Come on, let’s go back to the room.”

Carole looked up at me. I gave her the `let’s go’ look, so she got up. On the walk to Al’s room, I told Carole. “I just gave you to Alex for the night.”

“What?” she said with a gasp. “You did what?”

“I just told you. The kid is a virgin. He needs you to teach him everything. Let the kid do it all. Show him and teach him.”

“But, I wanted to go back with you…”

“Well, you can’t,” I said, “not tonight, anyway. Do what I tell you to do. You hear me?”

She looked down at the ground, looking disappointed. “Okay,” she said, submissively.

Al opened the door and Carole followed Alex in. I grabbed Alex by the arm before he went in. “Have fun,” I said, closing the door to the room.

“Come on, I have two beds,” I told Alex. “You can stay there.”

“It’s okay,” he said. “I got another room already,” he smiled.

I laughed. “Planned ahead, did you?”

“Yup. I was hoping something like this would happen.”

“Glad to be of assistance,” I shook his hand. “I’ll be here at in the morning…say, seven?”

“How about eight?” I nodded. “See ya then,” he walked off.

I walked back to the hot tub we were at earlier, but it was unoccupied so I continued on back to the bar. A couple hours later, and with a good buzz going, I wondered back to my room and fell asleep.

The alarm went off at six-thirty. I rolled out of bed and into the shower. After a cup of coffee, I walked back over to Al’s room. He met me at the door. He opened the door quietly and we went in.

The room was a mess. Both beds were wrecked. Carole was still asleep, on her back, on top of the covers. “God, she is beautiful,” I said to myself. Her legs were spread open slightly and her pussy lips were red and swollen. Alex was asleep on his side. His head was on her shoulder and his hand was across her chest.

“I’m jealous,” Al whispered to me. “Looks like he had a great time.”

“I guarantee he did,” I whispered back. We sat quietly for several minutes before Carole stirred. She opened her eyes and saw us. She jumped slightly.

“Sorry,” I said, “didn’t mean to scare you.”

She rolled out of bed and went into the bathroom. Alex saw us, groaned, pulled the sheet up over him and rolled over. Half-hour later, Carole came out of the bathroom. She still looked worn out.

“Come on,” I said. “Breakfast?”

“Sure,” Al said, walking out with us.

We walked over to the restaurant. After the food arrived I asked, “So tell me what happened.” She looked at me and then at Al. “It’s okay, tell us.”

“Yeah, don’t skip anything,” Al added, smiling.

“A good girl shouldn’t tell her secrets,” she grinned.

“Well, you aren’t a good girl,” I said, smiling. “So tell us.”

Half-hour later, Al said, “I can’t tell you thank you enough.”

“I am so proud of you,” I said. “You are a great little slut.”

The word shocked her, or at least me using it did, but Al just smiled and said, “True; an amazing little slut. I’m so happy that you helped my son like that,” Al continued. “You gave him something that I think he will never forget. Thank you.” Al bent over and kissed her on the cheek. I shook Al’s hand and he left us alone.

I leaned in towards her and said, “Bet he loved those big tits of yours, huh? I know I do.” I took her back to our room. I closed the door and kissed my wife deeply. “Thank you,” I told her.

“Why?” She asked.

“Why what?”

“Why did you send me there?”

“Because you like it…and I like it.” I kissed her again. “Just enjoy it, don’t analyze it.”

I turned her around and bent her over. She grabbed onto the small table in front of the window. The blinds were still open. She reached up to close them, but I grabbed her hands and put them back on the table. I moved up behind her and pushed my long hard cock into her pussy.

It went in easily, still loose and wet from the all-night fucking. I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up so that her tits swung, her nipples brushing across the table, as I pounded into her from behind. She looked up and out the window.

A man walked by. He didn’t stop, but the next one did. The man watched me fuck my wife, his cock grew as he watched. A couple walked by. The woman giggled when he saw the man’s cock and what he was watching, then she pulled her husband away from the window and they continued on.

Before I was ready to cum, two more men had joined the first. Carole continued to look out into the faces of the audience, as I shot my load deep inside her. Gasping, I pulled out of her and sat back on the bed. Carole didn’t move, she just stayed there, looking at the men outside the window.

“You like being watched, don’t you?” I asked.

She didn’t reply.

“They sure like watching you,” I said. They were all smiling at her and stroking their cocks. I got up and walked over to the door. I opened the door and waved the three men in.

Carole, who still had not cum, was now fingering her clit. Her fingers moved in circles, trying desperately to make herself cum as the three men walked in. I picked up my towel and said, “I’ll be back in an hour. Make yourselves at home.” I closed the door behind me and walked off leaving my horny wife in the room with them.

I came back almost two hours later. The window blinds were still open. I looked in. Carole was on the bed, legs up in the air, with one of the men pounding into her. I watched for a couple minutes, waiting until he had finished, and then I opened the door.

“Alright, that’s enough,” I said, getting the men to leave.

“Thanks, man,” one said, as they left.

I sat on the bed next to her. “You really can’t say no, can you?” I said, smiling down at her sweaty, panting body.

She smiled up at me. “Is that okay?”

“It is fine,” I said. “As long as I know about it. Never cheat on me, okay? If you cheat, I will be PISSED.”

“I won’t cheat on you,” she said. “I love you.”

“If you don’t cheat on me, I will keep you busy,” I said, pinching her nipple. “Deal?”

“Yeah,” she said.

“Great, now turn over,” I climbed up onto the bed and on top of her. My long thick cock slipped easily up her ass. She purred as I pushed.

“Fuck my ass,” she moaned as I started to pound into her. I came minutes later, emptying my huge load of hot sperm into her bowels. When I could move again, I got up and went into the bathroom. She joined me a minute later.

The rest of our honeymoon was equally amazing. I kept her to myself. I would take her out to get groped on the dance floor, letting her get all spun up, and then take her back to the room and fuck her hard. What a great time.

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