2 – Honeymoon
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Late on a warm summer Friday night in Chicago, in a little jazz bar with my sweet pretend wife, I gazed fondly at Donna as she drank the last drops of her chocolate martini topped with my cum.
"Did you enjoy that?" I asked as she drained the last drop. "And would you like another?"
Setting her glass down, she gave a satisfied smile and replied softly, "I enjoyed that immensely. And another of what? A martini? No, thank you, sir. A hot load from you? Yes, please, baby!"
"So, you're ready to continue our play date elsewhere and I get to play, too?" I plied her.
"Very ready," she spoke demurely and then daintily dabbed at her lips with her napkin. "And yes, you do!"
No one watching her would ever have guessed that moments before, she had been on her knees under the table stroking my cock and sucking it hungrily, before greedily swallowing my load, save for the mouthful she added to her martini to savor it longer.
I had never been sucked off like that, nor cum inside a restaurant before. It was exhilarating. While she pulled out her compact and checked her look in the tiny mirror, I reached under the table to hike up my boxers and fasten my shorts. Then I summoned the waiter and requested the check.
I paid the bill as soon I could, trying not to appear impatient, but all I could think of was getting her to her room, stripping her and ravishing her with my hands, my mouth and tongue, and eventually, when I recovered from her tremendous blowjob, my cock. She seemed pretty revved up and anxious to get to it again, too.
"I feel very flushed right now," she confided as we waited for my card to be charged, then whispered, "and very wet, too."
"Yes, I'll take care of that." I said consolingly, "You do seem a little flushed, dear. Don't worry, I'll have you safely tucked into our bed in no time."
"Wonderful," she said softly.
"And I'll have to closely examine that wetness to see what I can do about that," I added.
"Outstanding," she murmured.
Her hotel was only a couple blocks away, so we opted to walk. As we strode along, she asked, "So, you don't need to go back to your boat right away?"
"Not on our honeymoon, baby," I said. "I can check on her in the morning."
"Awesome," she said quietly and hugged my arm.
When we arrived at her hotel, I followed her as she strode through the lobby like a woman on a mission. Through the atrium to the elevators, I watched her sweet ass beautifully swaying before me, and couldn't help but notice other guests do a double take as she whisked by them.
When the elevator door opened, she fished in her clutch for the room key and tapped it to a pad to whisk us up to the 12th floor. On the ride up we kissed passionately in the elevator.
"We're in 1212," she said over her shoulder as the door opened and she briskly exited onto her floor. I willingly followed her down the long, nicely appointed hallway, thinking of how crazy amazing this evening was turning out. She stopped in front of a mahogany door and tapped her card. The light turned green, and the door unlocked. "Home, sweet home," she announced.
I opened the door but took her hand before she could enter the room, saying, "May I carry you across the threshold, dear wife?"
She laughed musically and said, "Of course, dear husband!"
I scooped her into my arms and carried her into our honeymoon suite. Setting her down at the foot of the bed, she melted into me and reached up for a deep, lingering kiss. Our mouths pressed hungrily together, sucking each other's tongues, as if trying to consume one another.
I pulled away enough to whisper, "I want to be naked with you."
"Unzip me," she replied softly.
"You, too," I said, and reached around her to lower the zipper on the back of her dress, while she undid the button on my shorts and unzipped me for the second time that night. She pushed down my shorts and boxers while I pulled off my shirt. She slipped her arms through the straps and let the pretty yellow dress slip to the floor.
With our eyes locked on each other's, she reached behind herself and unclasped her lacy flesh-toned bra, letting it fall to the floor. My eyes moved from hers, absorbing my first sight of her perfectly shaped breasts. Her nipples were erect, and she rubbed at them.
"I'm really hot for you," she said.
"Likewise," I agreed, pleased to see my cock plump back up to a respectable size. She saw it bob and smiled. "I'm gonna need that in me before this night's over," she teased.
"It will be," I declared.
Then she hooked her fingers into the sides of her matching panties and wriggled them down her shapely legs. Kicking them to the side, she whispered, "I don't think I'll be needing these any time soon."
Standing naked before me, I caught a return glimpse of that shy look she showed me when we first met. I held out my arms, beckoning her, and she moved in against me. Her hard nipples felt so good against my abdomen, and I felt my cock surge a little more at the feeling of her warm skin against mine.
I separated from our embrace and pulled back the covers of our bed. Lifting her into my arms again, I lightly set her down onto the crisp white sheets.
She looked very at ease as I crawled onto the bed next her. Pulling her into my arms, I kissed her deeply and then pulled back. Looking into her eyes that glowed with desire, I whispered, "I want you, Mrs. Hart."
"Take me, Mr. Hart."
I began kissing her all over her face. Her eyes, her nose, her cheeks, temples, and chin. I lavished her face with affectionate kisses. I moved to her throat to the sounds of her murmurs of pleasure and kissed my way down to her delicate collar bones. Dappling kisses all over her skin as I traveled, I kissed my way down her body to her delectable breasts that were adorned with very aroused nipples.
