Carole’s Story 02 – Our Honeymoon

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.