Due to feedback the story has been expanded to 4 Parts. Trust all readers enjoy the expansion. The story focuses on Carol and her honeymoon with Sam. Carol has a few issues with Sam about his choice of resort for the honeymoon and the friends he keeps. The story evolves as does the characters as they are built with the answers to Carol's questions becoming more apparent.
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WHY?
Such a simple word, but having the complex minds of people confusing its application, we just get lost and wonder. WHY? So far we have addressed how and what, but now why.
The questions.
Before Amy interrupted Carol in her pondering on the veranda of Amy and Hank's bungalow, Carol really was troubled by her mind and the constant questions about what has happened in the few short days since she and Sam were very happily married in their home town in front of all their friends and families.
Do you Sam take Carol to be your loving wife? To love and to hold, to forsake all others until death do us part?
The answer was an emphatic yes.
And yet Sam in the lead up to the wedding books their honeymoon into a clothing optional adults only resort in the Bahamas. He then goes out of his way to be associated to a group of confirmed swingers. Persuades Carol to join in their dance party; disappears and is found to be enjoying himself with one of the ladies of the group and leaves Carol totally exposed without any form of escape from a husband with a giant member that needs to be cared for sexually.
Why is Sam reacting in this fashion? What have I done to encourage Sam to want to be so immature? Is Sam's problem too much alcohol? Do any of the group members have something on Sam and are blackmailing Sam? Has my brother Jeff got a role here with Sam? What agenda does Jeff have?
Even more troubling:
Do I really want this to be happening? So I am on the pill, but what about my marriage vows, do they mean anything now that Sam is reacting as he is?
And worse:
The sex with Hank and then Amy was just mind-blowing; can I handle it without it affecting me that I cannot deal with now? My pussy is trembling with the level of attention it has been getting and it wants more and more and why is my hand between my legs massaging away?
The answer to the immediate problem, where is Sam?
Carol hearing Hank and Amy close the outer door to the bungalow on the way for presumably a walk and private chat, quietly explores the bungalow and finds her gorgeous hunk of a husband asleep and sprawled out face up on the main bed.
She moves gently by his side and moves her mouth to his exposed penis. She licks ever so softly the underside and helps his member straighten so she can get better access. Ever so slowly and sensitively she encourages growth and eventually is able to place her mouth over the love tool and begin a light sucking. One thing she does not appreciate is that taste of a woman on Sam's penis; Amy has given Sam a decent workout and he has gone to sleep without attempting to clean himself of Amy's vestiges. Even more questions enter Carol's brain like "doesn't Sam care about sexual cleanliness and protection? Am I at risk here? If Sam is this uncaring now with protection what does that mean for me in the future? If he bonk's some loose women elsewhere on one of business trips what am I going to receive the next time we make love?
Carol knows she needs to hurry as she wants out of here before Amy and Hank return for obvious reasons.
Carol's mind just goes into overload, but Sam starts to stir and puts his large hands on Carol's hair sifting it through his fingers and letting it drift aimlessly. Something twigs in Sam's mind and he recognises he is getting a blow job from his beautiful wife who is naked before him. He mutters and moans quietly and lays back taking in his personal pleasures. A period of me-ism?
His mind starts to work and he rolls over to deeply kiss his wife and explores her mouth that moments before was giving him so much pleasure.
Knowing Carol loves cowgirl, he lifts her up like she was a piece of fine crockery and gently lowers Carol onto his rigid member. Carol slides her pussy across and across and tantalises at her opening until slowly slipping down and down getting deeper into her pussy, before bottoming out at groin to groin. Carol then manipulated her inside muscles to tighten, release, tighten, release, up and around and down, playing with her clit and allowing Sam to have free hands to tweak and twist her unprotected nipples and play with her clit. She put her hand to her mouth to indicate keep quiet and then proceeded to maximise her pleasures. Trying to suck me dry are you was mouthed by Sam. This has to be a "quickie".
Truth was that Amy had done an excellent job at that activity so Carol came bigtime and Sam just managed a light blow. More questions in Carol's mind? Why so little and what about me and my desires? Is he more interested in himself than us as a couple?
Having learned what she needed that Sam really loved and adored her, but there were issues they needed to sort, Carol gave Sam the come hither look, handed him his clothes from the ground, put on her crochet dress and herded him out the door with handbag to return to their own private room for a sleep, shower and refresh.
They travelled hand in hand down the walkway along the edge of the beach watching the runners do their exercise for the morning. One stuck out a Bahamanian with dreadlocks. He ran so smoothly he was if he was a black leopard sliding, striding as if no effort was required. His 6 foot body elongated his gate and his muscles flexed as if his entire body was just one cool fluid motion. Stride distance just went away as she concentrated on that body, what a body. Carol looked intently, but being mindful of her brief attire speedily moved off the path and into the resort building while keeping that image in her mind for future reference. Why was I looking she thought? Why not, Sam was perving at every decent woman that passed by on their way. I wonder where muscle man fits at the resort? Something/someone worth following up Carol thought seductively.
The key worked. Entering their room it was time to talk but not on those deep questions Carol needed answers on. Those questions could come when they both weren't so tired. Carol would use her woman skills to get the answers without having to confront. She knew by now how to do that with Sam and she started planning the questions to achieve. They both showered and collapsed on their own resort bed for a few hours.
The Late Lunch
Carol rose first organising and putting on what little make-up would be required in the tropics. She looked at her clothes and chose exactly what she sought would get Sam focusing on her, Carol and no-one else for the rest of the day, or so she hoped. She needed to reclaim her man assertively and let the group know Sam was hers and she was Sam's lover, partner and desirably long term mate.
Carol: Wake up sleepy head. Time for a late lunch if you are up to it? Let's get out to the restaurant and get some food into us. I am famished.
Sam looked up at the vision moving away from him and wolf whistled, taking in the vision. Carol was moving to their bathroom and Sam could see straight through the fine blue cotton dress Carol was wearing, indicating no bra and the skimpiest of blue nickers. The dress was a halter style, tied behind Carol's neck, leaving most of her back totally exposed. The dress ended about three inches below the pussy, meaning with little effort or luck those blue nickers will be regularly exposed to one and all. Her 5 feet 10 inches height and most of that model quality legs completed a very desirable package for any red blooded man. Carol turned around to face Sam and her boobs were spilling out the sides and her nipples were plain and clear through the fine cotton; a little breeze to drop the temperature or Carol getting randy would soon produce substantive bumps.
Carol: I guess that rising member of yours suggests you like what you see and I am not just talking about my dress?
Sam: Honey, you are just stunning, come here and let me play for a while.
Carol slowly approached Sam and put her hands around the back of his neck, lifting her dress in the process and putting her pussy height perfectly in line with Sam's very erect penis.
Carol started to rub herself against Sam and Sam dropped his hands to the sides of Carol's nickers and started to edge them down.
Carol: I see you are not lacking imagination as to what to do with those hands and fingers of yours.
Carol: Oh Sam, it is that last thing I want to do right now but if we don't get down to the restaurant in ten minutes we are going to miss out on lunch as well as our breakfast. Get some clothes on and just keep in mind this exact position so we can copy that as soon as we get back to our room; that and a few others that my Kama Sutra has promoted.
Sam: Well you better wipe that pussy of yours before we go out because you are leaking big time down there. We can't have people getting the wrong impressions now can we? Anyone would think you are on heat and may want to take advantage of you; maybe I could not stop them (or under his breath want to stop them).
Carol uttered a slight OH with her tissue wipe and proceeded to the bathroom to touch up her makeup Sam has disturbed.
Sam watched her move her lovely rear, which she deliberately swayed to emphasise those lovely buns. Typical model Sam thought. He will be well and truly focused on them later today. Sam definitely had not forgotten her promise before the honeymoon of absolutely anything goes and emphasised that with no limits on our honeymoon. Sam thought I wonder just how far that can be stretched? Maybe this was a part answer to one of Carol's question? She had created her own problems. Sam is a bit too literal in his interpretation?
Carol: How about something from the buffet, a walk along the beach and around the gardens and then back to where we were moments ago?
Sam: Like I need to answer?
The two proceeded out the door to the room and past the resort facilities down to the restaurant just in time for their lunch. Those legs seemed to travel way up to any who cared to look and there were plenty at the restaurant with that "view". The restaurant windows were open to the beach and surf. Unfortunately the surf was flat and the wind had turned around in direction generating sand blows and making the beach walk out of the question. The gym, spa and sauna did look inviting.
