"Your one-eyed monster is winking at me, Seth," Gaby giggled as we showered together.
"Not really that much of a monster, compared to say, Horace."
My bride laughed even harder, no doubt thinking of the horse like cock that we had discovered dangling between the legs of the room service waiter during our nude beach honeymoon. The trip had been planned by me and our best friends, Carla and Kevin, the best man and maid of honour at our wedding. Kevin was married, but Carla was his lover. They felt that Gabriela, the convent school educated love of my life, had to loosen up a bit, so we booked a week at a clothing optional resort instead of a more conventional vacation. Gaby did not know about the twist until we arrived.
The week overlapped National Nude Day, which was just drawing to a close. In retaliation for the deceit in not telling her about the nature of the resort, Gaby had insisted on betting me about National Nude Day. If I resisted fucking her until then, she agreed to go nude. We had a lot of adventures all week, but had stopped short of intercourse. Finally, earlier today, we had consummated our marriage with a passion unknown in our restrained premarital fucking. As the day went on, we had discovered that our marriage would include sex with other people. Kevin and Carla were going to be pleasantly shocked. Kevin's wife might be less impressed, but perhaps, she would join in as well.
"I think yours is just perfect, and I'm so glad that I've seen enough variety this week to know that for sure," Gaby mused, drawing me back to the moment.
She reached down and slowly rubbed my shaft, teasing my cock from semi erect to full hardness. Using her other hand, she massaged my scrotum. I groaned and leaned against the wall of the shower. After hours in the sun on the sand, as much as I had enjoyed the orgy, I treasured this refreshing isolation with my bride.
"I'm surprised that you aren't tender from all the fucking and sucking," she continued, as if reading my mind.
Her thumb flicked across my pee slit, making the hole expand and contact. A few drops of semen flowed upwards and out, coating the very tip. She bobbed her head down, but the water washed my offering away before she could taste it. Prior to this honeymoon, Gaby had been a reluctant unenthusiastic cocksucker. Our new friends had melted that inhibition away.
"I would think the friction would be harder on your..." I began then hesitated.
"My cunt?" Gaby asked, "is that the word you were searching for?"
A week ago, the word 'pussy' made Gabriela blush. Now my bride had a cunt, though was not one.
As if able to read my mind, Gaby asked, "Do you think I'm becoming a slut, a cock whore? Are you regretting your sneaky honeymoon plan?"
She continued stroking my shaft as she spoke, pumping until the soft silk like outer layer was smooth and filled with the rigid inner tube of muscle and veins.
"I think that you are more of a pussy hound that a cock whore," I teased back. "And as long as we share, a little strange pussy for variety is great fun."
"But I loved how Yanic's fat cock filled my ass."
"That just makes you an assfuck, not a whore."
We laughed together. Gaby was squatting now, water streaming over her shiny dark hair, sprinkling off of her tan shoulders, her breath warming my cockhead.
"I'm the one who fucked another woman's pu...cunt," I continued. "What does that make me?"
Gaby laughed so hard she reflexively shook my cock so roughly that the muscle that held to my body yelped in pain even as my balls screamed with pleasure.
"That makes you a typical man, my dear husband. Or at least a man with a typical cock without a conscience...," she paused to lick the drop of precum dangling out of my slit, "...and we all know which end rules."
She moaned, her tongue cleansing her lips hungrily, "such a nice cock though."
"Are you just going to blow me, at least for now?" I asked. Frankly, after almost twenty four hours of non stop sex with only a brief snooze, my spirit was almost as tired as my aching flesh. A couple of hours in the cool sheets atop our pillowy mattress seemed more attractive than fucking. Maybe I was not as stereotypically male as Gaby suggested. It was a little shocking that she was now randier than me.
At first, Gaby did not respond, other than to open wide and lower her head, taking my length into her throat before she closed her lips around my shaft. All the cock sucking practice this week had vastly improved her skills, and I looked forward to married life more than ever. Her tongue started out flat against the underside of my shaft, and then she drew her head slowly upwards, twisting her tongue, paying extra attention to the soft rim of my head.
"I want you to come all over my tits," she finally moaned when she opened her mouth for air, her fist still slowly pumping my shaft, and the weight of my tip balanced on her plum lower lip. Looking down, I saw her free hand roam across her chest to illustrate the point, teasing each nipple. That hand then fell between her legs, only briefly caressing her own thighs before she slid her middle finger into her slit.
"With just me here to lick you clean?" I asked.
"I do wish a few friends were here to help you clean it up," my bride giggled like the school girl she had been not long ago. "But I guess you'll have to do."
She pouted overly dramatically, making sure that I knew that she was only teasing. Doing so caused her head to slide back, leaving my cock in midair. She bobbed up off of her haunches and rubbed my tip across her tits, making sure that each nipple pushed my pee slit open, toying with me as if using her talented tongue.
The whole experience seemed like a dream. I wondered, not for the first time, whether this fantasy sex play would dissolve in a puff of sparkle dust once we boarded the shuttle to the airport. I told my brain to shut up and enjoy the pleasure while it lasted.
As much as I might have fanaticized about the exhibitionist or voyeuristic thrills of the nude resort, I had never believed that Gaby would really fuck another guy, let alone join enthusiastically into beach orgies. Perhaps most surprising to me though was how I now not only enjoyed sharing Gaby, but seemed to expect it. The fact that once we got home, Gaby fucking Kevin might be my licence to fuck Carla would just be a bonus.
Balancing on the balls of her feet, Gaby guided my shaft into the valley between her breasts and shifted up and down, allowing my hardness to rub against that softness. I leaned against the wall of the shower, so the stream of warm water covered us like a waterfall, drenching Gaby's hair, splattering off of her back.
After about a half dozen strokes, Gaby began using her mouth again, tipping her head forward and flicking her tongue at my tip as it rose towards her lips. She succeeded about every second try, just enough to give her a good taste of the precum leaking out my hole, and random enough that she chuckled.
"I guess some things I still need to practice," she laughed, leaning her head back, looking up at me. Her eyes sparkled with excitement.
"Thank you for this wonderful honeymoon," she sighed, "I'll be sad to go home tomorrow, but I will have wonderful memories, and a lifetime to re enact these experiences."
Another chuckle, then she continued, her breath warming my cock, which was bobbling just by her chin. "I hope that the re enactments aren't exactly the same -- that would just cheapen the memories, because different people should lead to fresh thrills."
She flicked her tongue down the underside of my cock, slowly drawing each testicle into her cheek, rolling the roundness thoroughly before doing the other. One thumbnail teased the flap beneath my cockhead. After spitting the sac out of her lips, she grasped my root firmly in her fist and again looked up, the water splashing her face, droplets dangling off of her erect nipples.
"You must be almost ready to explode," she observed.
All I could do was nod and moan.
Still restraining my flow with her improvised flesh cock ring, she ran her other hand up my shaft and thumbed my peehole open. Then she stuck her tongue into the slit, searching for a taste. My balls were tight to my groin, throbbing, demanding relief.
Again, she pulls her head back and smiled up at me, ignoring the water cascading over her. "I love how you taste. I could just eat your seed all day. But I love fucking you too."
She paused; her grin became a little more like the shy girlish smile of our courtship days. She cocked her head to one side. "You won't mind though, if I suck the occasional fresh cock, or eat some pussy?"
"Just as long as you share them with me."
Gaby laughed her deep belly laugh, the one she had never displayed before this trip. "I didn't know you like to suck cock."
"I don't," I insisted, feeling my cheeks blush, hoping she was looking at my cock not my face.
I flashed back on how I had licked Yanic's shaft. The virile young former parasailing instructor had fucked Gaby's ass, but several tongues had cleaned him before I tasted him, and he had worn a condom during the anal sex. I had done it because it was all part of the game of escalating dares I had started. I did not want to be the first one to quit, chickening out. Plus, Gaby had promised me an opportunity to fuck Carla when we got home, in return for the Yanic licking adventure. More than a fair trade. I probably would have fucked Carla anyway, but now I could do it with a clean conscience, and share her with Gaby. With Gaby consenting, any risk that Carla, whose cunt truly had no conscience anyway, would refuse to fuck her best friend's husband because of head over ruling lust disappeared.
"But you'd love to share Carla's cunt with me," Gaby said, as if reading my mind.
My cock throbbed in her fist, the seed seeking release.
"Share...how?" I managed to gasp the words out, even though thinking about Carla's pussy was just making my balls ache more.
"However we both like. For example, we could tie her up and tickle her with a feather," Gaby laughed.
Noticing my shaft reacting, she continued. "I see you like that idea. Would you like to see her eat your deposit out of my cunt? How about out of my asshole?"
Gaby paused and sighed. "You know, I never liked anal sex before this honeymoon, but now I love a fat cock plunging deep into my bowel. And I'm sorry dear, I don't think I'll be satisfied by it just being yours. But I digress. We were discussing Carla."
