Getting Married Set Me Free -- Our Second Honeymoon
by Vanessa Evans
Part 3
I woke first and slowly eased my husband onto his back then I slowly mounted him reverse cowboy style, me being grateful for whatever it is that causes morning hard-ons. Dylan woke to me grinding my butt on him to make his cock move around inside me.
I'd just cum when something caught my eye and I looked towards the still wide open doors and saw a Bellhop, or whatever they are called in Mexico, just standing there watching us. Not wanting to spoil his fun I lay back so that my back was on Dylan's chest, my head being between Dylan's and the Bellhop so that Dylan couldn't see the Bellhop. Dylan automatically put his left hand on my left tit and his right hand on my clit.
As Dylan teased my nipple and my clit to another orgasm I stared at the Bellhop as he stared at me. Him staring made me cum quicker and I did some Kegels as my orgasm faded. Them making Dylan cum deep inside me.
When I started to get my breath back I sat up and said,
"Oh hi, can I help you?"
The Bellhop looked a bit flustered and it took him a few seconds to reply,
"Oh, err, yes, the concierge told me to bring this to you."
By then Dylan had turned his head and seen the Bellhop. Dylan replied,
"Put it on the table please. Esther, would you give the man a tip, my wallet is in my chinos."
I got off Dylan and walked to where Dylan's chinos had ended up the previous night, squat down facing the Bellhop, and rummaged through the pockets until I found his wallet. Then I stood and walked to the Bellhop and gave him a 200 Pesos note. I'm sure that he was blushing a little as I thanked him before he turned and walked away.
"Is this what I think it is?" I asked Dylan as I walked to the package and opened it.
"Probably." Dylan replied.
"Are you going to take one now?"
"No, I'm going to have a lazy day and conserve my energy for tonight, then with a bit of luck we won't get much sleep tonight."
"That sounds like a good plan, come and have a shower then we can get some breakfast, if we aren't too late."
We did, and we weren't, then we headed for the beach to do a lot of nothing.
We had a similar, very lazy day to the previous one, with the same amount of fucking in the sea. That is until we returned to our bungalow when the sun started to go down.
The first thing on the agenda was a shower, then a cold beer from the fridge. We sat on the veranda, both of us totally naked, and sipped our beers. A handful of people coming back from the beach passed us, some of them saying hello, but no one seemed to care that we were naked.
Of course we were sat down, and Dylan's cock was flaccid, so we weren't exactly exhibiting ourselves, then Dylan had an idea. The railings round the edge of the veranda weren't like those at the edge of the balconies on the hotel rooms that were metal bars and bricks, round the bungalow verandas the railings were just a very thick rope. Those ropes were supported by wooden posts around a metre tall but between the posts the ropes sagged and Dylan suggested that I straddle the longest length of rope that sagged to about my pussy height.
I got up and did as Dylan suggested and immediately felt the rope against my pussy.
"This feels nice," I said.
"Now shuffle your feet forwards."
"Ooow, this is good." I said as I kept shuffling and the knobbly rope dragged over my clit.
"Keep going Esther."
I did, right until I was on the tips of my toes as the rope rose to the next post, the pressure in my clit and the rest of my pussy being so great that it was starting to hurt. I backed-up, back to the middle of the length of rope then shuffled forwards again until I was on my tiptoes again.
"You know," I said, "if someone could invent a machine where a big circle of this rope was going round and round and rubbing a girl's pussy, these knobbly bits would quickly make her cum."
"Yes, I can see that, but I'm not an inventor, maybe I'll have a word with Craig, remember him at the Rugby Club dinner with his spanking machine Esther, maybe he could invent one."
"How could I forget Craig and his spanking machine, you'll have to get one of those for me, then you can strap me onto it whenever I'm being naughty and switch it on."
"You're never naughty Esther."
"I'd start being naughty whenever I want you to spank me Dylan, Hey, when are you going to take one of those blue pills?"
"Right now Esther, if you go and get them for me. You do know that they don't work instantly, I don't swallow it and my cock instantly starts to rise."
As I was getting off the rope I replied,
"I know, maybe we could get someone to invent a pill that does give you an instant hard-on."
"One to give you an instant hard-on and a different one to make you suddenly wilt, a bit like a light switch, on and you're hard and off and you're soft."
We both had a little laugh at the thought of someone inventing something like that, then Dylan put one of the blue pills in his mouth and took another swig of his beer.
"How long will it take?" I asked.
"Come here and sit on my lap Esther. I don't need a pill to get me hard, just looking at you and touching you does that. I'm just hoping that that pill will keep me hard for a few hours."
I went and sat on Dylan's lap with my back to his front and his flaccid cock resting along my pussy. As Dylan's hands caressed my tits and the rest of my torso I leant my head back and felt his cock start to get hard.
The light sensor on the lights of the balcony and the along the path came on, lighting what was becoming a dark veranda and path, and Dylan and me. If anyone were to walk along the path they'd see us all lit up.
I wiggled my butt until Dylan's cock entered me then I relaxed. After a minute or so I said,
"So will this viagra stop you from cumming or just stop you from going soft after you have cum?"
"I have no idea." Dylan replied, "I've read all the hype about it keeping you hard but nothing about cumming, I guess that we'll have to wait and see."
The quick answer is that it did stop Dylan cumming. Still out on the veranda we fucked for going on for and hour. We performed in various positions with me cumming 3 times before we stopped and went and had another shower. Our stomachs had told us that we were hungry.
Dylan still had a hard-on, that his jeans didn't do a good job of hiding, as we walked to the hotel restaurant and I promised to stay in front of him to try to hide the bulge a bit.
As we tucked into the meal Dylan told me that his cock had started to go soft and I replied saying that I was a little disappointed that his hard-on had only lasted for just under a couple of hours.
"Maybe it's because I'm eating and I can't see your naked body Esther."
I pulled my top down exposing my tits to him for a couple of seconds then asked.
"Did that start it rising again?"
"It certainly slowed down it going soft for a little while."
"If I thought that I could get away with it I'd strip naked and sit on the table in front of you with my legs spread wide."
"Wow, I'd really like that, and the image of you doing that started it rising again, but it didn't last. We need to finish up here then get back to the bungalow."
We hurried the rest of the meal then headed back to the bungalow where we made love for hours. I don't know how many hours, but what I do know is that Dylan made me cum 4 times and I'm 100 percent sure that we fucked for much longer than ever before, before we finally fell asleep.
*****
I woke to the feeling of Dylan's cock entering me and when I opened my eyes I could see people walking along the path to the beach.
We continued where we'd left off a few hours earlier and Dylan made me cum 2 more times before he finally shot his load deep inside me.
His cock finally went soft and we went to the shower, the cool water really refreshed me. I felt Dylan's cock getting hard again as it rested on my butt, his hands soaping my front.
"Is this the start of round 3 Dylan?" I asked.
"Maybe, I can't control it."
"Hey, I'm not complaining, if I had my way you'd be hard all the time. That way we could fuck whenever I thought about sex."
"Think about sex and me fucking you a lot do you Esther?"
"I have done since we got married, especially when I'm naked, but even when I've got clothes on I keep thinking about your cock and you using it to make love to me."
"Good," Dylan said, "I like the idea of my wife wanting me to fuck her all the time."
I bent forwards and Dylan's cock entered me again.
One orgasm later I stood up and washed my pussy again. Dylan hadn't cum and I said,
"I'm having second thoughts about this viagra thing, you've made me cum lots of times but you've only cum once, it's not very fair on you Dylan."
"Esther, sweet Esther, stop thinking about me cumming, I'm not complaining. Just feeling my cock inside you and seeing you cumming is all that I could ever want. You are amazing Esther, but I worry about you, your pussy, isn't it getting sore is it?"