No sooner had we boarded the plane and Steve started to get mushy.
"Oh Darlene." He paused as he lifted my left hand to his mouth and kissed my new wedding ring. "You have made me so happy."
I winked. "I can't wait for tonight!" Which was true but not for the reason Steve thought.
He looked around to see if anyone had heard before adding in a whispered voice, "Me too!"
He is such a wimp. He was lucky that his parents were incredibly rich or I'd never have married him. Actually, that isn't quite true. The part about me not marrying him if he wasn't rich was true but not the part about me not marrying him because he is a wimp; I only married him because he is such a big wimp. My ideas about sex wouldn't be considered normal by most men and I don't think many husbands would do what I expect from them but I hoped a big mummy's boy like Steve could be molded into the sort of husband I desired.
I didn't need to be worried about Steve getting frisky on the plane, he was too worried about being seen, but I was as horny as hell and I needed to get things happening and quick. When I offered to switch seats with my new husband, Steve tried to be valiant, and say no. All that did was make me angry. I had to bite my tongue though; it wouldn't do me any good in the long run to shatter his dreams of an idealistic marriage too soon. Instead of yelling at him, I smiled sweetly. "Please Steve, I'm getting nervous, it looks so far down to the ground."
He gave me a condescending smile. "In that case, I'd love to swap with you."
My knight in shinning armor; god help me!
I fluffed a pillow for him and the little precious dropped off to sleep. Now I had a chance to catch the eye of the cute hostess that had been hovering for sometime.
"Can I help you?" she asked after I waved her over.
"Would you...?" I said, as I ran my eyes over her trim little figure.
"Would I what?"
The bitch showed me her gorgeous smile.
"I was wondering if you'd like to eat me?"
She blushed coyly and gave Steve a suspicious look.
"Don't worry about him, what he doesn't know won't hurt him."
I could see the relief in her eyes. I'm sure she was worried I might want Steve to join in on our fun but that was the last thing on my mind.
She gave a nod of her head and I followed her back to a tiny cabin area. The moment the door closed behind us, I wrapped an arm around her tiny waist and pulled her hard against me. I felt her swoon. I knew her type and could pick them a mile away.
"I hope you're good and eating pussy bitch because I'm horny and I need a good tonguing."
She stroked my thickly muscled arm. "You're so strong, you must workout?"
I didn't bother filling her in on the details of my gym history. Instead I pressed my mouth hard to her's and kissed her. I silly bitch went to putty in my arms. She didn't even resist as I pushed her to her knees. I'd have loved to make her beg for my pussy but time was short. Instead, I pushed down the skirt I was wearing to keep Steve happy. I wasn't wearing any panties and her eyes widened as soon as she saw my freshly shaved pussy.
"Get to work bitch."
She was so, so good too. I was bouncing off the walls of the tiny cabin area in no time. As soon as I orgasmed, I turned around and bent over to expose the tight rosebud between my ass cheeks.
"Now do my asshole and try to be quick, I have to get back before my husband wakes."
"Yes Ma'am, it would be my pleasure." was all she said before I felt her hot, wet tongue dive between my ass cheeks.
When she was done I had her replace my skirt. She was still on her knees when I walked away. I'd had two fantastic orgasms but I didn't bother to thank her. I know sweet little things like her lie awake at night dreaming of Amazons like me. She got all she needed just being able to tongue me.
When Steve woke he told me he felt wonderfully refreshed and so did I, now. As we left the plane the beautiful hostess slipped a piece of paper into my hand. I knew it was probably her phone number or some way of contacting her. I threw it into the first bin we passed. Sweet little things like her are a dime a dozen; its magnificent Amazons like me who are rare.
We checked into the expensive Resort Steve's parents were paying for and were shown to our private Villa. The way the check-in clerk and the bellboy sucked up to us turned me on. By the time we were alone, I was becoming horny again but I knew I'd have to hold on a little longer.
We showered separately and dressed for dinner in different rooms. Steve is such a wimp he didn't even argue. I suppose he thought I was only trying to keep up the mystique until later tonight. Steve has never seen me naked. I've had to let him fondle my breasts every now and then and twice I let him put his hand up under my skirt and finger me but I've never taken off my clothes for him. And in a moment of weakness, I once jerked him off. I knew he was dying for me to suck on his cock but he didn't have the guts to ask, which was just as well, because I wasn't about to do that, not for all his parent's money. Not that cocks disgust me or anything, in fact, I am fascinated by them, I just don't want to suck one myself.
Dinner was fantastic. I wore a backless, black, clinging dress that highlighted my magnificent body. Every man stared at me, and more than a few women; with lust in their eyes. I know it will sound vain but apart from my incredible body, I am also very beautiful and I know how to show myself off to the get the best effect. Tonight I wanted to look sexy so Steve would be ready to be putty in my hands. He could see the attention I was drawing and it made him feel proud to know I was his wife.
For my part, I didn't even acknowledge the looks others were giving me. Normally I would have flirted and picked out a partner for sex, but tonight I let Steve live out the fantasy he had of our marriage, the one where he is the lucky man who'd won me. There would be time to shatter that fantasy later.
We were sitting in a dimly lit corner of a deck built right on the beach. The light from the burning torches caste flickering shadows as I stared into Steve's eyes. I picked up my glass of expensive champagne and I took a minuscule sip, just enough to dampen my lips. Then, for his benefit, I ran the tip of my tongue slowly across my moistened lips. A shiver of pleasure rippled down my spine when he gave a low loan of desire.
I shifted slightly so my breasts pressed more firmly against the light material of my dress. I knew my nipples were already hard and I was rewarded by Steve's eyes being glued to them. So were the eyes of the waiter who served us our meal. Lobster is a dish I am quickly learning to love.
I knew it was wrong but I couldn't stop myself. Making it appear accidental, I knocked a spoon onto the floor. As the waiter bent low to retrieve it, I pulled open the long slit in my dress. I never wear underwear, unless it is something sexy for a special occasion. The waiter took a long time to find the errant spoon as he soaked in the view of my shaved pussy lips and Steve as so engrossed in my nipples that he didn't even notice.
The flirt had been a risk but the little thrill it gave me, exposing myself like that out in the open, made it worth while. Poor Steve, I don't think he could quite work out why the waiter kept hovering near our table for the rest of the night. The waiter needn't have bothered; one flash of my gorgeous pussy is enough for someone like him. We danced. Dancing is Steve's one admirable asset. He is a good dancer and he quickly learnt to follow; I lead. I enjoy what might be called 'old fashioned dancing', waltzs, foxtrots and alike. I enjoy the close proximity to another body, even Steve's. Finally, I decided it was time to retire. I allowed Steve to guide me back to our Villa. Once the door was secured behind us, I even allowed him to kiss me. I must confess to feeling a level of excitement at the prospect of what I had planned and I treated him to my tongue as we kissed. I stood in the middle of the room and told him to undress me. The poor thing's hands were shaking so much that he could hardly unfasten my dress. I let it slip to the floor before telling him that I would be back soon. Naked I walked to the bathroom and locked the door.
"Err, darling, what are you doing?" he asked through the door.
"I am making myself ready for you."
"But I think you were just perfect as you were."
I bit off my sharp retort. "I'll just be a minute. You undress and get into bed."
I took out the bag I'd placed in here earlier. I needed to really blow his mind if I was going to break him. I slipped on a bright red lace garter-belt and matching lift-up-bra that was little more than a strip of lace than ran under my breasts. All the weights I do have sculptured my breasts, and made them so incredibly firm, that the lacy bra was just for looks.
Next I pulled on a pair of black fishnet stockings and attached them to the garter-belt. The last items were my favorite, they had cost Steve's parents a great deal of money, not that they knew about it. The knee high, shiny black leather boots with eight inch stiletto heels were a struggle to get over my bulky calves but my persistence was rewarded.
"God your gorgeous!" I said to my reflection. I wondered what my little hostess would pay to have me spank her dressed like this. Maybe I should have kept her number after all? The bitch did have a great tongue.
"No!" I chastised myself. When the time was right, there would be plenty of hot little bitches here, with willing tongues to sooth my urges.
