The wedding was beautiful, the bride was beautiful, the groom was handsome, and all the right people were in attendance. The reception was perfect, perfect food, perfect music, in the perfect locale. Everything was perfect except Toni didn't love Rick and Rick didn't love Toni. They hardly knew each other. The two families, closely allied in business ventures, had arranged the marriage several years ago.
Toni and Rick had never been alone together. Their dates had always been chaperoned family functions. Toni had never dated anyone else. Toni's sex education consisted of talks with female friends almost as naïve as she, a few sessions of mutual touching and looking with the son of her father's secretary, and a brief session with her mother who explained the mechanics of coitus. Her mother's closing remark was, "Let him have intercourse with you until you get pregnant and then, when he thinks he must have sex, give him a hand job."
Rick's experience was almost as limited. One of the family's housekeepers had twin daughters his age who allowed Rick to attempt sex with them and then teased him mercilessly because he always ejaculated and lost his erection at the first touch of a willing female. Because of his failures with the twins, he never allowed himself any intimacy with any of the few girls he dated.
The penthouse suite at the sumptuous Bellagio Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas cost over $5,000 per night. Rick and Toni arrived by limo for their week-long honeymoon.
When they were finally alone, truly alone for the first time, Rick took Toni's hand, gently pulled her toward him, hugged her, and whispered softly, "It will be all right. I'm nervous, too." Toni closed her eyes and hugged him back.
The suite had two bathrooms. Toni soaked in a lavender scented bubble bath for almost an hour. As she soaked, she thought, "I don't want a baby and I don't want sex."
Rick showered in the other bath. He rubbed his penis in anticipation of sex with Toni. He remembered his experiences with the twins. That memory put him over the edge and he shot his first load as a married man into the shower. He wrapped himself in the terrycloth bathrobe with the Bellagio logo and lay down on the king sized bed to await his bride. A few minutes later she emerged from her bath dressed in a white nightgown which was just translucent enough to show the contrast between her white breasts and darker areola circling her nipples.
Rick gasped at his bride's beauty, sat up in bed, and asked, "Will you lie down beside me?" Toni smiled and slid into bed beneath the covers. Rick turned toward her and pulled her body close to his. They kissed, mouths closed at first, and then, tentatively, began exploring each other's tongue as they kissed harder and deeper.
Rick pressed his erection against her thigh and pushed his thigh between her legs and began to rock rhythmically, hoping she would respond.
Toni felt his rock hard cock throbbing on her belly. Toni wasn't ready for sex with Rick and certainly didn't want to get pregnant. She remembered what her Mother had told her a few days ago. "Toni," she had remarked, "most men are just as satisfied with a hand job as they are with actually having intercourse." As Rick's thrusts against her body became more and more insistent, Toni rolled toward him, brought his hand to her breast, and whispered, "You play with my breast while I play with you."
She gently encircled his penis with her soft hand and began slow up and down motions. "Tell me what feels good."
Rick moaned, "Smear the juice from the tip on your hand to make it slick." He had only produced a few drops of precum, not enough to do any good, so Toni spit on her hand and increased the tempo. Rick thrust has hips, fucking her hand as she squeezed more firmly, responding to his motions. Within two minutes, he felt the pressure building to the point of no return. "Wait," he grunted. "I'm gonna cum!" Toni increased her efforts. Suddenly, Rick's cock jerked and spurted rope after rope of cum, the first two landing on his chest, the others dribbling down Toni's hand and arm.
As his penis softened, he apologized, "I'm sorry I came so fast."
"That's ok. Let's get a good night's sleep so we'll feel good tomorrow."
After washing her hands, she brought a warm wash cloth and cleaned the residue from his body, paying special attention to his quite limp cock.
As Toni lay in her marriage bed listening to her husband's deep breathing, she wondered how she would keep him satisfied. She had sexual feelings but not for Rick. And, in spite of both their parents' desire for a grandchild, her plans did not include a baby anytime soon.
Toni opened her eyes on Sunday morning. The plush hotel room was just light enough for her to observe Rick's morning erection as he lay sleeping on his back, softly snoring. Toni felt the pressure of a full bladder needing relief. She rolled quietly out of the king sized bed, walked to the bathroom, sat down and, sighing louder than she intended, released a gush of urine which splashed nosily into the toilet. Rick appeared in the doorway, his cock fully erect, and watched as Toni continued to relieve herself. He moved in front of her and began to rub his erection. Toni stood up and stepped away from the toilet. Rick sat down and said, "God! You're sexy!" Blushing, she did a little dance, lifting her gown to expose her hairy bush. "I want that," Rick sighed.
Toni spread her legs and lowered herself onto Ricks lap. His now throbbing cock was jutting straight up between them. Toni spit on the dark red helmet and began to spread the moisture up and down as she pressed her cunt into the base of his cock. The sight and feel of her caused his penis to begin jerking uncontrollably. Almost immediately he exploded. Cum shot up, large blobs landing on their bellies and flowing down into their pubic hairs. "What a mess!" Toni said as she pulled him up and into the shower. "Let's clean up and go see the sights of Vegas."
Watching Toni wash her breasts and then direct the spray from the shower directly on her pussy brought Rick's flaccid cock back to life. When she finished her bath, she soaped up her hands and washed his balls, his pubic hair, and, giving a few more strokes than necessary, thoroughly scrubbed his erection.
Without giving him the relief he desired, Toni dashed from the shower, dried herself, and waited impatiently as Rick pulled on jeans and a sweatshirt.
As the newlyweds strolled up and down the Strip, Toni realized that, for the first time in her life, she was feeling "horny." Sitting at a sidewalk table for lunch, they could see across the wide boulevard a "gentlemen's" club named "Crazy Girls." The marquee advertised "Half Price Table Dances" before five o'clock. On a whim, Toni grabbed Rick's hand, grinned mischievously, and led him across the street and into Crazy Girls.
On the center stage amid the flashing strobe lights a rather large dancer humped the pole and then got on her knees doggy-style and rubbed her crotch which was barely covered by a green thong. The dancer's boobs were huge, obviously augmented, and so firm that they scarcely jiggled at all when she danced. Toni observed the growing bulge in Rick's pants and was acutely aware of her own moist genitals.
"Rick," she whispered into his ear, "go find a girl to do a table dance for us." Before Rick could get up, a rather tall brunette with long hair and averaged sized tits approached their table.
"I'm Dominique. May I join you?"
"Of course," Toni quickly replied. "We want a table dance."
As Dominique began her sensual movements, Toni gazed first at the dancer and then at Rick, whose boner was obviously straining to burst out of his jeans. Toni put her hand on Rick's thigh and motioned for Dominique to move closer. Dominique straddled Rick's thigh and pressed her crotch against his erect cock. As her hips moved rhythmically, Rick pressed upward as he groaned, "Stop! I can't hold it back!"
