Sue the Nymph: Secret Union

It was all a blur. Time passed, words were exchanged, awkward moments were had, and somehow we ended up joining the Chris's on their Honeymoon in Jamaica.

Jayson and I didn't get to speak very much in the days following the wedding. We were caught up in a world wind of excitement from the ceremony. It was all a distraction, to be honest. When I think about it, I believe my husband may have been avoiding the conversation. Maybe he thought I was gonna bring up some existential problem with our marriage. I couldn't make heads or tails of his behavior but I went along with it out of a sense of guilt and even a hint of curiosity.

We initially turned down the offer to travel with the Chris's on their Honeymoon but after they twisted our arms into pretzels by practically begging, we agreed to go. Jayson rationalized our decision to join them by claiming to need a vacation ourselves. Still, we didn't want to be a direct part of their romantic getaway. They wouldn't have it, they insisted that we make it a "couples thing", whatever that meant. The crazy part about it all was that we weren't really that close to them. They were friends of friends from our home town. Sure, we've double dated a few times and had similar interest when it came to things like family, morals, marriage, and life in general. They were cool and all but not, "join you on the most intimate getaway in your lives" cool. I don't know if you are ever suppose to be that close to your friends.

"How in the actual fuck, did we get to this point?" I thought to myself while sitting across from Christian and Jayson.

We were all lounging outside a huge Villa, on a beautiful all inclusive resort, beach side, dressed appropriately for the occasion. The boys were yapping it up like there were no cares in the world. Like one of them weren't keeping a scandalous, world ending secret from the other. Christina and I were sitting together, sun bathing and overhearing our husbands measure their dicks with story after story of former glory from their high school and college years.

"I'm getting in the water. It's too beautiful not to." Christina said, finally breaking the silence.

I didn't say a word, I simply joined her. The ocean water was cool and refreshing. The moment the waves rushed past my knees I was compelled to completely submerge myself. If only for a brief moment, I was whisked away from my intrusive thoughts about what occurred less than a week ago. As I emerged from the calming waters I was presented with stares and smirks from Jayson and the Chris's. Before I could put together what the apparent joke was Christina yelled out from the shoreline.

"Nice tits, girl!"

Looking down I eyed my bare breast and immediately cupped them in my palms in an attempt at covering up. My nipples were stiff and sensitive from catching the evening breeze off the water. To my surprise and embarrassment, Jayson and Christian whistled and pumped their fist in celebration of me unintentionally losing my top.

I never did find my bikini top, or at least not that evening. I guessed Christina felt bad because she soon joined me in my partial nakedness by removing her top, exposing her impressive breast which had a lovely, perky sag to them. Her actions brought on more cheers from the boys. Christina and I placed playful slaps on their arms in protest. If I had to be honest, that event help to break the ice. Things were a bit tense between Christina and I despite how well Jayson and Christian were getting along. In the back of my mind I was still feeling shity for having fucked her husband on their wedding night. Her playful, free spirited demeanor was indicative of her ignorance to our deception. I played along for as long as I could.

Moments later, after becoming more comfortable with being topless around people other than Jayson, I relaxed into my husband's comforting embrace. We all witnessed a gorgeous sunset over the water. Lying there in Jayson's arms, with the cool breeze washing over our bodies, I was able to finally enjoy a moment of peace. Though I needed to get a heavy weight off my chest I was able to relax a bit. The horizon appeared as a painting and casted a gorgeous scene of pink colors rippling atop the water. The sounds of waves crashing on the beach as a tide came in. The fresh smell of salt in the air. It was all magical. I thought that maybe things would go well for us there. The truth and all its messiness could wait until we got back to the states. So I thought.

"So, you guys hear that a couple was fucking in one of the closets in the reception hall at our wedding?"

Christina spoke softly from across the distance between them and us. Though it cam off as a joke there was an undertone of seriousness in her voice. My heart nearly left my chest. Shame, fear, and guilt struck like lightening and I nearly broke into tears. I had been found out. The smirk on Christian's face was an indication of that. That motherfucker probably outright told his wife what happened. He was always the overly cocky type. Not so much arrogant but way too sure of himself. Poor Christina seemed to be passively confronting me about it or rather that's how I took it. The emotions welling in my chest was too much to deal with at the moment. Without thinking, my body had taken over. Before I knew it I was quickly making tracks back towards the Villa. Jayson and the Chris's yelled to me but I wouldn't turn around to answer. I needed to get away from them.

I stopped in the kitchen to catch my breath. It took a while to come down from my emotions and even longer to steady my thoughts. My mind could not find a positive solution to the mess I was in. No matter how I did the math in my head, the results were clear. I was fucked. While standing at the marble island top with my head buried in my folded arms, tears began falling down my face, pooling on the surface below. I couldn't have felt more like shit. At least there was relief to be had through that long, moaning, snotty cry.

Moments later someone came into the kitchen. I couldn't tell who it was but I felt there presence behind me. I was too much of a visible and emotional mess to lift my head to see who it was. Whoever it was they didn't speak a word. A hand, soft yet firm, touched and caressed between my shoulder blades and then made a slow trail down my back. Their intentions were far from sexual but that didn't stop me from shivering with pleasure. Because, of course I was turned on from their comforting. Comforting I did not deserve but desperately needed. I honestly didn't care who was caressing my back in an attempt at calming my emotions. Truthfully, I wanted them to do more to me. To remove me from the horribly intrusive thoughts that were wreaking havoc on my sanity. Because, of course I wanted to be fucked right then and there. That's how I got into that situation in the first place.

"Sue. Did I say something wrong?"

It was Christina.

I responded after a brief silence. "I-I have something to tell you." I was able to speak through the tears but what came out wasn't the truth about what happened back at the wedding. It was another truth. A truth that complimented my emotions at the time. Something that came over me seemingly from out of thin air.

"I want to kiss you... I'am sorry. That is weird and way inappropriate. But I just really want to kiss you right now."

There was silence. Christina didn't say a thing. Her hand continued to trace up and down my back, giving me pleasant chills and moistening my pussy. I was too embarrassed to face her. Soon she tugged at one of my arms, beckoning me to stand upright. I complied. We stood face to face and for the first time ever I saw her in a different light. Christina was absolutely stunning. Her dark brown complexion glistened in the muted light from beneath the cabinets. Her eyes equally glowed as they spoke the words she did not need to say. Her lids were low and fluttering with fabricated bashfulness. Her beautiful full lips curled into a crooked smile. Surveying her body I took notice of her ample breast. Their large, dark aureola framed perky nipples that begged to be licked, sucked, and bitten. Her waist was thin for her sized but her hips were wide and curvy. Making my way back to her face I took notice of her curly hair which danced in the breeze from the open back door. Before then I had never felt that way about a female. I had never wanted to kiss, lick, and bite someone that much in my entire life.

Before I could shoot my shot, Christina lifted my chin with one of her index fingers, leaned down and pressed her soft lips against mine.

An explosion of passion occurred as we gave into our desires and tenderly embraced each other. I could smell her sweet scented body spray which mixed with ocean water and perspiration. The intoxicating combination of aromas caused further wetness between my legs. Before long our tongues were wrestling, hands were caressing, nails were clawing, and we somehow ended up on the large sectional sofa in the other room. We rolled around a bit before coming to a stop with me atop her. I am not sure where the strength came from but I had that lovely black fox pinned beneath me with the overwhelming desire to devour her. Everything about that moment was pure euphoria. The contrast of our skin, the heat from our bodies, the lust in our eyes. I licked and kissed Christina from head to toe, forcing shameless moans from her sexy mouth.

Though she was much taller and presumably stronger, she willy submitted to me. I was gentle with her. Except for when I wasn't. When I reached her honey pot, of which gleaned brightly with moisture, I lost my cool. I was like a wild predator who smelled its prey. God, she smelled amazing. Her taste was indescribably good. And although it was the first time since college that I had eaten pussy, I don't believe I did half bad. If Christina nearly choking me out with her voluptuous thighs after cumming all over my face, was anything to go by. I lapped at her delicious box, nearly cumming from the pleasure I was giving her. I nibbled on her swollen clit and made circles around it with my tongue. All my tricks from college and some I picked up from my husband, came back to me. I brought that statuesque goddess to several orgasms before she seemingly realized that she wanted to give me some pleasure and was willing to display her true strength in pursuit of that goal.

Before I knew it Christina had threw me off of her as if I were weightless. I landed on the shag carpet in front of the sectional. A cocktail of fear and lust coursed through my veins as the woman crawled over to me like a large predatory cat. Her motions were precise, calculated, strong, and sex fueled. I was swiftly positioned in a manner to where my face and upper body was resting on the carpet with my lower body fully supported in Christina's strong arms. She wasted little time going to town on my thirsty slit. Her long tongue played with my clit and scoured my sticky walls. The woman was fucking talented. I lost count of how many times I came. Hell, I had already been squirting from the feeling of being completely dominated by another woman, let alone from the masterful pussy eating she was dealing out. While I didn't believe I could cum any harder than I had already, I was pleasantly mistaken. No shit, that lady spread my ass cheeks, circled my sensitive pink ring with her blessed tongue, then drove that thing deep into my hole. I was surprised Christina was able to hold on to my body at the time. I convulsed thunderously from orgasmic waves of pleasure and screamed loud enough to be heard back in New York. Or, I was at least loud enough to be heard by Jayson and Christian.

Christina and I were so drowned in pleasure we gave absolutely no fucks about who may have seen and, or heard our play. We just wanted to play. Following the anal orgasm, we had to take break from that world-wind of passion. We leaned against opposite sides of the sectional and stared at one another. I was in disbelief over what had taken place moments prior. I didn't regret anything although I was completely baffled by how we ended up there on the floor, post mutual orgasm, without a stitch on clothing in sight. Christina offered a smile and I shot one back. Whatever tension was there previously was dead and gone. We were good.

While the romp with Christina would have been a great way to end the night to, the festivities were far from over.

"Woooooow! Damn, babes. I know I told you to make things better since to you made Sue feel embarrassed, but that was a bit much. Hot as fuck. But a bit much."

By that time I was too spent and still high on a sexual buzz to care that Jayson and Christian may have saw us with each other. They were standing at the edge of the sectional near the kitchen, sporting symbols of approval in their shorts.

"Hey, Sue. I assume you're good now? I'm not sure why you ran off but Christina insisted on fixing things and I see she did just that. Plus some."

Christian and Jayson exchanged fist-bumps and laughs. Christina threw a pillow at them and I added one of my own, striking Jayson between his legs. The boys rush over to where we sat and we playfully screamed as they attacked us with the pillows we flung at them. A less than aggressive pillow-fight ensued. Soon playful shrieks morphed to soft whispers. The whispers turned to moans. And just like that, another fire was ignited there on that thick, shag carpet surrounded by the cream colored sectional at the center of that wide open room.

Jayson knew just how to please me. He knew what got me going but since I had already been lick-started by Christian all I wanted, bump that, all I needed was some dick. So when he went to eat me I pushed him away and tore his swimming trunks off, revealing his fully erect cock. I wanted him in the worst way. Before I could jam that six-inch snake in my face I notice he was distracted by what was going down with the Chris's. Though I wasn't deterred from mouthing my husband's tasty meat, I was impressed by what they were doing.

Christina must have had the same goals in mind for her husband. Out the corner of my eyes I saw her head-butting Christian's pelvis. Her chin nestled perfectly in his huge ball sack. Her impressive lips stretched and pressed against the base of his dick. From what I recalled from that night at the wedding, Christian was hung like a dinosaur. Though I hadn't put eyes on it due to the darkness of the room at the time, I imagined that it was massive. At least that's how it felt inside of me. I was impressed by Christina's ability to fully swallow that thing.

After a few licks of Christian's balls Christina began pulling back slowly revealing the longest and thickest cock I've ever seen in my entire life. Jayson's dick fell from my wide stretched mouth as I lied there between his legs, awestricken. Jayson's mouth was equally gaped at what had been on full display. I am sure he shared my fascination with both Christina's abilities and her husband's member which was the size of my forearm. Maybe Jayson was feeling a bit of something else as well. Like Jealousy, intimidation, and inferiority. I know if he wasn't at least I was. Christina had skills I couldn't hope to match. Surely Jayson was eyeing her and wanting to know how it would feel to have her mouth his cock. I laughed inside at the thought of her being a bit disappointed if she did give Jayson a blow job. He was probably half the size of Christian on the best of days.

"Damn!" Jayson and I muttered to ourselves, but apparently loud enough for the Chris's to hear.

Their eyes met ours and for what seemed like an eternity, we ogled each other. After a period of silence and being further turned on by seeing the nude bodies of the other couple, Jayson and I literally attacked each other. Power by an intense fit of unbridled lust and passion, our limbs snaked around one another in a snug embrace. I wondered if Jayson could read my mind. If he knew that I was severely turned on by the sight of Christian's massive cock and me secretly knowing how I had that beast tightly buried in my body days prior. I wondered if he knew that seeing that dick in person activated the slut-mode I forgot I had. Sure, I desired to have that tube of man meat bound in my packaging again, but I couldn't. I really wanted to, but I couldn't. And so my loving husband became the victim to my nymphomaniacal frustrations.

Jayson was also fueled by witnessing the Chris's coupling. He got at me with a ferocity I had never witnessed from him. Surely he was turned on by Christina's banging-ass body. He was probably also motivated by Christian. Men had a way of showing off for each other in a display of dominance to garner respect or fear from each other. Jayson was no different. The effort he put toward making love to me was a display for them more than it was for us. Or at least that's how the math computed in my head. I played along helping him have a good show, though I didn't have to act much. Jayson was doing his thing and I was deeply enjoying it. My moans began low and grew as Jayson evolved his technique.

Following some heavy four-play Jayson forced me to the left edge of the sectional. I braced myself for what was to come by holding either end of a large cushion and poking my ass in the air. I taunted my husband by swaying my hips back and forth. My body begged for his presence and he didn't leave me wanting him for long. It was like a jolt of lightening. In one swift motion Jayson entered me and yanked me into his forward thrust, clapping our bodies together. I couldn't have been more in love with my husband at the moment. He knew exactly what I wanted. He knew by my state of arousal I didn't need to be warmed up by tender, grinding strokes. He knew me too well. He knew I just needed to be fucked, fast and hard. Jayson jetted in and out of me generating the internal friction I so desired, perfectly skratching my bodies itch. I added to the friction by clinching my pelvic walls, tightening the velvet cave he was running through. He felt the upgrade in my sexual tactics and pulled me further onto him, deepening his strokes.

By that time Jayson and I had been shamelessly going at it, nearly forgetting the Chris's who themselves began devouring each other. My moans were loud, lewd, and unrestricted. I added a bit more flair to the mix with some slutty dialog.

"Oh yeah, baby! Fuck that tight pussy! You're the best!"

I wasn't lying though. I knew what Jayson liked to hear to get him close to the brink. I was deeply pleased that it worked. He halted his stroking, hunched over me, and whispered in my ear.

"Tell me you want my cum."

In that instance I came. It wasn't one of the earth shattering climaxes but I came nonetheless. I shivered and arched my back signally my release. Jayson smiled, grabbed my neck with one hand and a fistful of hair with the other. He began rapidly rotating his hips, mashing his pelvis onto my sweaty ass-cheeks. Jayson's smooth cock mixed my insides in that signature way he often did. The way I'll never grow tired of. My breathing grew irregular and I felt a huge orgasm building within my walls. I needed his cum and it wasn't long before he delivered. With one final violent stroke Jayson buried himself in me, tugged my hair, tightened his grip on my throat, and doused my insides with his scorching seed. He knew me too well. He knew that his cum-blast finishing move would send me over the top. Like always, I exploded into a million delicious pieces and was left shaking like I had just been hit by a taser gun. I screamed out loud, fell to my side, and laid lifeless on the carpet fighting to catch my breath. Blackness engulfed me. Sweet, blissful, blackness.

Some time passed, my breathing settled but my eye lids were too heavy to open. To be honest, I was content with not being able to see. I was content with staying there on the floor slipping blissfully into a deep sleep for the rest of the evening. But the sounds of shuffling on the carpet and the warmth of Jayson's presence leaving my side drew my attention. The air circulating within the room cooled the coat of sweat on my body, sending trimmers up my spine. I needed my husband closer to me.