This is a story I originally posted prematurely. Something wasn't right about it and the readers of Literotica responded accordingly. Thankfully, Pepe Leon offered to collaborate on the story and this is the result. We both hope you enjoy it!
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"Darling......" Moree said.
Peter didn't hear his young wife. He was staring straight ahead; his eyes glossed over as if he were not even there. His mind was filled with the image of Moree on their wedding night. After making him wait in the bathroom she had spread a handful of red rose petals across the bed. "Red roses show love," she whispered as she posed herself in her wedding dress on top of the petals before calling him into the room.
Peter remembered that night as if it were yesterday. He anxiously opened the door to find her lying on her side by the pillows; her head resting in her hand with a 'come hither' look in her eyes. He remembers the enthusiasm in her eyes; so bright and full of life. He remembers how her wedding gown fit to her every curve and he remembers how nervous she was as he unzipped the back, watched her wiggle it off her hips and excitedly step out of it dressed only in stockings and heels.
"Peter...." Moree said softly once more. He kept staring straight ahead, not hearing her call.
Peter was deep in thought. He had looked forward to this vacation for a long time. Here, so far from home, he could guide Moree through her sexual education. Here, she could discard the sexual constraints she held so tightly back home. Here, so far from home, he could guide her with a strong hand in a voyage of sexual discovery.
For Moree, it was a voyage she knew was inevitable. It was a voyage she was prepared for and excited to undertake. Still, she was apprehensive and she needed Peter's guidance if she was to fulfill her repressed sexual desires.
It had been very late in the day when they'd pulled into the Costa Maya resort. The drive from the airport had taken them through the ancient land of the Maya and Aztec, down the coastal highway past ancient ruins silhouetted against the ocean, and jungle clearings filled with crops; and long stretches of surf, black water lagoons and the beautiful blue-green waters of the lower Caribbean Sea pounding the chalky sand; until they thought they might be nearing the end of civilization.
The resort was at the end of a long stretch of ever shrinking jungle road, isolated on a small peninsula jutting into the sea. After checking in, they were led beyond the crowded lobby; past the entrance to the pool lined with white lounge chairs. With tall palms blocking the last of the sun's rays they were led down a pebble strewn trail lined with shrubs pushing their branches into the path looking for nourishing sunlight; a path which eventually opened up onto a white beach; and with each step down the path they felt the weight of their everyday lives retreating behind them.
Their bungalow perched above the sand on strong pillars that supported the square structure with a green metal roof and wide windows letting the gentle trade winds blow through unless the slatted covers were shut. Four wooden steps led onto a patio lined with deck chairs stretching across the front of the bungalow, and a large sliding glass door opened up into one large room furnished with everything needed for a bungalow at the edge of civilization.
"You'll experience wonderful things on this vacation, Moree." Peter had told her as he closed the door on the well-tipped bellhop.
Moree grinned the grin that tells Peter she trusts him and is ready to learn.
Less than an hour after arriving they were already in the hot tub and talking about their upcoming evening. Peter had asked Moree to wear the skimpy white dress he'd bought her to the resort's dance club that night. She dropped her chin, and shyly nodded her head.
"You will be shown off tonight," He casually told her as he pulled himself out of the tub.
Moree understood his message. She always did, and she was determined to make him proud of her.
Peter was all alone in his thoughts as he watched Moree get ready for the evening. She is so beautiful and precious, he said to himself as she bathed. His mind held the image of how he would present her to the men he would select in the nightclub. Everything had to be done perfectly if she was to learn a proper lesson.
Moree had tried three times to get his attention. She knew he was thinking about the evening that lay ahead. "He's such a strong willed man," she told herself as she dried herself off.
"Peter," she said softly for a fourth time, as she wrapped herself in the soft white towel.
Her voice woke him from his trance. "Yes?" he said as the image in his mind evaporated.
"I'll... I'll do anything you ask. I'll flirt for you. If that's what you want. It's what I want to. " Moree said, acting nonchalant as she painted her toes so she could cover her own excitement at saying such a thing.
Peter's face lit up. A big smile curled across his face. "You will enjoy tonight more than you know," he replied and began into a long conversation with Moree about how and when and with what kind of men they were going to do this "flirting thing".
It feels so good to please him, she thought as she looked at the excitement on his face and she promised herself she'd never deny him.
"How far do I go?" She asked timidly.
"I'll be there with you, Moree. Follow my lead. I'll let you know if you are going too far," he replied.
"Peter, I'm afraid I won't be able to stop," she added. "I'm afraid of what might happen."
"Baby, I love you. Don't worry," Peter replied.
As they talked, Moree brushed her hair and applied her lotion and meticulously put on her makeup. Knowing how much Peter enjoyed watching her dress, she did it slowly, teasing her husband by asking him to help.
Peter readily agreed, helping her roll up her stockings and fastening her strappy high heels behind her ankle. "It's a beautiful dress," she said, and he agreed. He'd looked forward to this night for a long time and now it was about to happen. He'd long known his young bride was a closet exhibitionist. He had caught her more than once when they were out partying, slowly crossing her legs in a short dress as men looked on. He knew she enjoyed showing herself to men and he was certain she'd enjoy letting herself go and openly flirting. Especially, when she was on vacation and thousands of miles from home.
After Moree finished dressing they found their way down the tiled path leading to the main resort tower. As they walked, Moree noticed several men turning their heads to see her in the skimpy dress, stockings and heels and as she looked at them from the corner of her eye she felt embarrassed that her dress was so risqué'. Along with her embarrassment, she felt proud and enjoyed their attention and she felt safe as long as she was with Peter.
She stayed close to her husband as they walked but she couldn't help but swing her hips the way a woman looking for fun with a man swings them, and her white dress flared off her legs with each step.
She felt more comfortable inside the club. A band was playing Latin Swing. It was dark and smoky. Couples and singles were mixing and having fun. Peter gave a healthy tip to the first waiter he found,
They were seated in a booth close to the dance floor and started to drink Vodka with orange juice and having some tapas. They enjoyed a drink together and they mixed with the crowd, and Peter got to know a few of the single men in the bar. They were all so easy to talk with and all of them enjoyed being close to such a beautiful and enchanting piece of sweet candy, Moree.
It didn't take him long to befriend the bartender and waiters. His new friends, along with the waiter kept their glasses full. Soon Moree was a bit tipsy and Peter took advantage. If you asked her, Moree would tell you that the alcohol wasn't necessary because she was really tipsy with the idea of being submissive to Peter and the feelings of love she had for him.
One of his new friends, a little dumpy and slimy kind of guy, sat down with them, admiring the beautiful girl his new found friend had brought to the place. He sat there staring at her and her white skirt riding up her leg and talking with Peter and Moree. Between the chit-chat, Peter was kissing her on the lips and touching her everyplace he could reach without taking any care at all to conceal it from the people around them. In fact, he loved that everyone was staring at his pretty wife being submissive to his advances.
With his right hand, from behind her waist Peter reached and caressed her right breast inside the halter of the dress and grabbed her left tit with his left hand outside her dress. Peter was very happy showing his dominance and how submissive his sweet wife was by his side. His new friend was licking his lips and getting really horny seeing Moree touched and kissed in such a way and his voice trembled when he tried to say anything to her.
Peter went to the bathroom and when he returned he stopped at the bar to watch his wife alone with the dumpy, slimy man. He looked across the room, got her attention and gave her a "yes" signal. Then, Peter ordered a drink and sat back to enjoy watching his splendid young sex-toy wife, flirting with the man who would never stand a chance of having such a beautiful woman for himself.
At the same time, Peter felt somehow ashamed, knowing the deep and dark desires of the suitor sitting with her. She was seated where he had left her and her skirt had rode up her thighs just far enough to show off the edge of her white panties, her legs were open and Peter knew she was only pretending not to know that she was showing everybody her white silk covered pussy.
As he watched, he thought of how she was an exhibitionist deep inside and really loved to show off herself to men and he thought that most beautiful women are, but repress it. And, he thought of how tonight showed that all he had to do was draw her away from her moral convictions; She used to sing with the church's choir and helped the priest with church's activities.
