Author's Note: This story is an original work of fiction. Future stories starring some or all of these characters might also be forthcoming based upon response and demand. Certain characters featured herein may also be found in other works by the authors. Feedback is desired and greatly appreciated. Email comments to the CONTACT tab in my profile. Thank you for reading.
Copyright 2008 by Jack and Josephine Cutter.
This story stars: Elizabeth Ross, Harrison Ross, Madison Mayfield, and Jacob Grant.
This story contains: male-female erotic coupling, fellatio, cunnilingus, anal, adultery, pregnancy, loving wives, hot-bodied girlfriends, and much in the way of character and plot, plus a great deal of sex.
This story begins post-prologue on Tuesday, September 6
th
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Harrison Ross was happy.
The clear warm waters of the Caribbean sparkled as the sun beat down upon them. The sky above was a beautiful blue with nary a cloud in sight. A gentle breeze rolled off the ocean, just enough to cool, not nearly enough to chill, and licked at the straw-thatched umbrella planted firmly in the sand, offering its shade.
And stretched out across a towel next to him, a skimpy string bikini covering as little as was humanly possible while still not technically considered indecent, her skin glistening with the residual wetness of their swim minutes earlier, her luscious body the focal point of many horny men and envious women nearby, was his wife of five wonderful, sensuous, sex-filled days.
Elizabeth was a goddess: honey-blonde hair, dazzling emerald eyes, fine features, a beautiful face, and a body surely touched by the angels themselves with round breasts and an incredible, inspiration-inducing backside.
There are three types of women, as the old saying goes: smart women, sexy women and sane women. An individual female might fall into one or even two of the categories, if a man is lucky enough, but never is a woman all three.
Elizabeth proved the exception to the rule: she was smart, brilliant even, an incredibly successful young attorney at a powerful Los Angeles law firm despite being only twenty-six years old; she was sexual, very horny and very much a fan of excellent and inventive sex, and gorgeous; and she was sane, one of the most grounded and honest and open girls Harrison had ever met, not to mention extremely low-maintenance.
And she was his, completely and exclusively, and he had the ring to prove it.
Their lives together were going to be very happy, with bundles of money and oodles of kids, and a big house with a white picket fence and a dog and an awesome pool and spa in the back yard. They talked about these things often and both were ready to get started with life.
It was their fifth day on their honeymoon and their fourth day at the resort, and honestly speaking they had not done much on their trip thus far that did not involve the bed in their suite. They had hardly left the room, truth be told, barely coming up for air to breathe and food to eat, much less to spend time lounging around on the beach.
But on day five they decided they would venture out a little bit more, get their money's worth, which is how they found themselves down by the edge of the water, soaking up the sun after a hearty little swim.
Elizabeth was on her stomach, head turned to the side away from him, the long sleek line of her back sliding into the lovely bubbles of her bottom before splitting into a pair of long and shapely legs. She was athletic, a former collegiate soccer at Texas, and managed to keep her body in tip-top shape despite working long hours at the office.
Harrison sighed: life was good.
"Ok, honey?" his wife asked as she lifted and turned her head to face him. He could not see her eyes beneath the thick Gucci shades she wore, but he could hear the momentary concern in the sweet voice of his bride.
"Perfect," he replied cheerfully.
She giggled. "You're not sore, are you?"
He chuckled. "Not at all, babe," he told her. "I can go for days. Why, are you?"
"You'll have to fuck me much harder than you have been to affect my body," she said with a hint of challenge in her voice.
"Are you sure you want that?" he asked ominously.
She shrugged. "You wouldn't," she said dismissively. "You're too soft."
Harrison reached over and smacked her hard on the ass. A crimson hand print appeared instantly and Elizabeth shrieked.
"Jerk!" she yelled playfully.
"Just a taste, sweetness," he said with a shrug of his own.
Elizabeth rose to a sitting position, her magnificent breasts on prominent and exceptional display and covered only by miniscule triangles of cloth, and instantly the target of the eyes of all men within range. She plucked off her shades, simply so that he could see the sudden fire burning in her gorgeous green eyes.
"Prove it," she whispered fiercely.
They both remained motionless for a long moment that crackled with tension, each of them contemplating the mind of the other, before Harrison sprang to his feet and tried to grab hold of his wife. Elizabeth was too quick for him, however, and slithered out of his grasp.
She laughed and chided, "Have to catch me first!"
And she scampered off in the direction of their villa, breasts jiggling, ass bouncing, the eyes of six men and four women following, and Harrison went after her instantly.
Their villa was over the water, one of the most expensive and luxurious in the whole resort, with a full working kitchen, two bedrooms, a posh living room and a wrap-around balcony outside. The balcony was the best part: the villa was isolated already, but one could sit on the ocean-side of the balcony, gazing out at the vast horizon, and not see or be seen by anyone else, totally shielded from view.
It was there where Harrison finally caught up with his wife.
She was leaning against the railing, the beautiful blue waters behind her, her lovely body on wondrous display, chest heaving, skin glistening, sunglasses discarded, green eyes smoldering.
Harrison's board shorts hit the floor. "Are you ready for what I've got to give you?" he asked, waggling his semi-hard cock with his hand.
She swiveled on her heels and stuck her ass in the air. "Show me what you've got, little man," she chided, loving how much he reacted to such statements.
And Harrison closed the gap between them then and pushed his five-inch cock inside her willing nether region, hard and rough, and hard and rough were the perfect words to describe just what he was doing to her: he was fucking her hard, rippling the flesh of her ass, and rough, spanking her cheeks with utter disregard.
Elizabeth shrieked and growled at him, and whipped her head around to glance back at him over her shoulder, eyes like daggers. "Fuck me harder, you pussy! Fuck me harder! Spank me harder!"
The railing of the balcony creaked as Harrison thrust brutally into his wife, and he had a momentary vision of it giving way and the two of them toppling over the side, still connected by their genitalia, into the cool blue waters beneath, but his vision did not materialize.
Instead, the sounds of their fucking filled his ears, a sloppy squishing coupled with her little whimpers and the
smack
of his palm upon her ass, and mixed with the gentle lapping of the waves against the wood of the foundation posts.
And despite the fact they both were very well-fucked over the past several days, climax came quickly for them both, rising like the tides until it swept over their bodies.
Elizabeth was the first to fall victim to pleasure, screaming at the top of her lungs, clearly not caring if anyone heard her. Her limbs trembled and her back arched, and the muscles of her pussy constricted around his cock.
Which sent Harrison into oblivion.
He pulled out of her quickly and pumped his shaft once, just barely before he erupted. Cum hurtled from his cock, rope after sticky white rope splashing across the flesh of her ass, dribbling into her crack and over the compressed plot of her anus, trickling lewdly down along the lips of her vagina before dripping to the floor.
Utterly spent, they collapsed onto the side-by-side lounge chairs on the deck, breathing heavily, reveling in post-orgasmic bliss. It was several long minutes of silence before either of them spoke.
"Hard enough?" he asked with a grin.
"I've had harder," Elizabeth said dismissively.
"Slut," Harrison laughed.
His wife grinned. "Too late," she said. "You've already married me."
Silence again, cut only by the lapping of the waves.
"I love you," Harrison said seriously, turning to look at her.
The smile on her face could have warmed an entire Alaskan village. "I love you, too, sweetie," she whispered back.
"I never want to go back to the real world," he said with a sigh. "I want to sit on this dock and make love to you forever."
"There's no room for children in that life story," she said softly.
Harrison looked at her. The two of them were both eager to have children, eager to start a family, and after two years of dating and nine months of wedding planning, neither of them wanted to waste any time. But the fire he saw in her eyes in that moment, the depth of her desire to be a mother, was one of the most powerful things he had ever seen in his wife.
"Make love to me," he whispered, his eyes on hers.
"Again?" she asked with a giggle.
"Make love to me, softly this time, and at the end I'll finish inside you."
