I climbed into the back of the white classic Rolls Royce. Still unable to believe that it was my wedding day. I kissed my handsome husband, still unable to grasp why he chose me. Apart from an eight-month hiatus, due to Steve cheating on me, we had been together fifteen years since school. Steve is a gym fanatic. Every bit of clothing clung to his large muscular frame.
My name is Carly and I'm thirty-one years old. I weigh about 110 pounds soaking wet, and a petite 5feet 5inch frame with breasts which are a small 32b but I do have large areolas that circle around large pink cigar butt nipples. I have always been daring with hair color. At the wedding, I went for Conservative red hair color that sat halfway down my neck in waves. My Hazel eyes, pert red lips, and little button nose are my cutest features. I would say I'm above average certainly not fit as fuck, as Steve would declare. I have sported a slight paunch since having my 2 -year-old angel, Lilly. As I said I have no idea what Steve sees in me, that seems the common judgment of his friends who believe I only got pregnant to trap him. I'm not like that, Steve was the one who cheated five years ago, if anyone should be judged it's him. Steve is the only man I have properly been with. I did suck some squirty cream off a stripper's dick at my hen party (bachelorette party for our American cousins) that is the only other penis I have seen.
Anyway, back to the story. I climbed out of the limo, the driver held the door open as Steve took my hand. I don't know why but I kissed the driver on the cheek. He just smiled and Steve took me in. I slipped my wedding dress off my shoulders and we drunkenly fumbled on the sofa. My white stocking legs clung around his body. We giggled as Steve sprayed my insides with his cum. I woke up the next morning excited. Today we opened our wedding presents and cards before my mum dropped Lilly back home. My fellow teachers at St Joseph's Primary in Croydon got me a spa voucher, they hated Steve, they also thought I never had anything for myself and never forgave him for cheating on me. We opened a few gifts, the normal towels, and vouchers for a department store. The one we save for last is from our families who had agreed to club together for our honeymoon. I opened the card, seven nights in a Barbados beach resort. Steve and I danced around the kitchen. The flights are the day after tomorrow.
The excitement builds as we sip our alcoholic beverages in the departure lounge of Heathrow getting ready to board the plane. I sleep most of the time while Steve watches some kind of action movie.
We arrived at the hotel, after a half-hour taxi transfer from the airport. We were welcomed with a cocktail from a large man in a vest and shorts combo. The reception was huge and open, with a view of the beaches from every possible angle. To my right, I noticed part of the hotel cordoned off, and a red carpet ran along the floor from the rope area and along the short corridor. A tidily dressed man stood at a tall desk with a list of names on a sheet of paper clipped to a hotel-branded board.
"What is up there?" I ask the ridiculously attractive receptionist.
"That's the VIP area madam. It is booked out this week for a convention." The receptionist replied simultaneously handing us our keys. She gestured over to a porter who took our bags to our room. Steve paid the porter for his service. The room is marble floored, a large four four-poster with red roses sprinkled liberally over it. Double doors open up to a private balcony. I use the bathroom which is marble tiled throughout. We sat on the balcony sampling a rum mixer that came from the complimentary mini-bar and we remained there until sunset. It was so romantic. Whether it was sunset or the complimentary drink, we made love on the balcony.
The next day we spent time on the beach. I sunbathed while Steve snorkeled and tried deep-sea diving. He is more adventurous than me.
"I'm going jet skiing darling."
"Ok, I think I might go sit on our balcony and read my book."
Steve ran off like an excited kid at Christmas. I grabbed a coconut rum mixer from the mini bar and sat on the balcony. I held my iPad in my hand and logged into my Literotica profile. I have never told Steve but when I read I'm reading erotic literature written by amateur writers. My favorite stories are about housewives who are groped and fucked by strangers, I know it's not what happens in real life but it's pure escapism that gets me wet down below in the process. As I started to read I heard music coming from the other side of the hotel complex. Multiple people danced around a large pool and a large circular hot tub. About four or five large pool apartments poolside, you could fall out of bed for a swim. I went back to my story about a milf who fucked her son's friends. My intrigue, however, developed stronger about what was on the other side, they seemed to be having so much fun.
Steve got back at about six. I had fallen asleep on a lounger, which could have been something to do with the five coconut rums I had downed. I woke up as I felt his strong muscular arms scoop me up. He placed me down on the bed, his large toned frame pushing my legs wide. He lifted his vest top over his head.
I was still astonished by his adonis-like body even after all these years. I draw his head to mine, our tongues caressed passionately. He untied the bikini that I still wore from the beach earlier. Steve's erect penis pushed against my lips and I reached my hand down opening the way for him to penetrate me. He drove his penis straight into me, the full power of his hips and legs pressed onto me. It doesn't take long for my vagina to grip his dick holding it in deep. My legs lock around his waist.
"Yes, fuck me my darling."
He pinned my arms up against the headboard, I begged him to suck my tits but to my annoyance, he ignored my request. His whole seventeen-stone solid body is now pushing against my frail body, my fingernails tearing down his back. The four-poster bed shakes viciously.
"FUCCKKK! YES." I scream my insides flipped from an orgasm. I can see by Steve's face, he is about to come. He pushed his dick inside, I locked my legs tight, I wanted to collect every bit of his cum. He sprayed his warm liquid inside my vaginal passage. It felt so warm and comforting. We kissed and shared I love you. Steve climbed off and headed for the shower. Cum dripped from my vagina, I cleaned it with a wet wipe and slipped on some shorts. I sat back on the balcony where a slight breeze from the sea hit me, cooling down my volcanic-hot body.
"Oh, by the way, dear. Did you have any plans for tomorrow?" asked Steve, parading naked around the balcony.
"Why?"
"Do you mind if I play 18 holes tomorrow?"
"Really? It's our honeymoon."
"It's one o'clock in the afternoon for a few hours. I will take you for a romantic meal in the evening at that fish restaurant by the beach."
"Okay, but I want breakfast in bed as well."
"Deal. I love you so much."
"Love you too."
Steve called down to room service. He ordered the breakfast platter for two, it consisted of pancakes, bacon, eggs, and fresh fruit; some of which we had no idea of the identity of. Steve left the room at about 12.30 to play golf. I decided to change into a pink bikini with a flowery sarong wrapped around my waist. I took my bag containing my iPad and a bit of erotic reading by the pool.
As I reached reception there was no one around. Even the VIP area was unmanned. I thought about just heading to the pool but my intrigue kicked in. I wanted to know what was on the other side. I stepped over the crimson rope and headed along the red carpet. I could see bright sunlight getting closer to me until I was outside. It was like another world. Four poster day beds filled one side of the pool, the other side was five two-story poolside apartments. A large circular shaped Jacuzzi at the end. A larger circular pool connected to it, the pool had a large palm tree motif on the bottom. I felt so out of my depth, I turned to leave when I saw some men sitting in the jacuzzi.
"Aye there." said one of the men in a deep gravelly voice.
I turned to see three older good looking gentlemen sitting in the jacuzzi. I was brought up never to ignore anyone so I stood at the edge of the jacuzzi and answered.
"Hi." I was shaking. What if I got us kicked out of the hotel for being where I shouldn't be?
"Why don't you join us, beautiful?"
"No, it's okay, I think I will just relax on one of the sun loungers."
"No, come on, get in."
My head was screaming don't get in but my body was intrigued.
"You can't get in with that sarong on."
I untied it from my waist and bent to pop it into my bag. I could feel their eyes checking my arse out.
My body gingerly entered the warm water of the jacuzzi. The water was so powerful it was almost pushing my bikini top up.
"And you are?" Asks an attractive older man.
"Oh sorry,......um Carly." I was so nervous I didn't know whether to give my name but I couldn't think of an alias to use at that moment.
"I'm Buck. This is John Robert but we call him JR. That big handsome dark fella is Roger."
