Chapter 17: Risky Sex with Nora on My Honeymoon

After my successful stag weekend, I was exhausted enough to abstain from sex until the wedding night. The ceremony was as emotional as it could be, thanks to the impeccable planning my London lovers, Angela and Francesca, had invested in the day. Angela had used her connections to hire the best wedding planners, florists, DJs, and so on. Francesca had used her fame to bring London’s high society to the party.

As a special nod to me, Francesca had invited many of my beautiful clients to attend with their partners. Everyone in the know was discreet enough not to give away the slightest hint that we had met before. Not a few of them were visibly pregnant. It was a great experience to see their bulging bellies and to know who knocked them up. The best experience was seeing the proud faces of their cuckolded male companions when I shook their hands to congratulate them on becoming fathers. Even more enjoyable was watching Francesca struggle to hold back a laugh when she overheard these polite exchanges.

Although it was hard to resist a quickie with some of these beauties, I stayed clean and tried to dedicate the day exclusively to my gorgeous wife. Susan was having the best day of her life, looking like a princess in her wedding gown, which Francesca had had custom made for the occasion. Francesca herself had dressed conservatively so as not to overshadow the bride, as had her other model friends.

Susan enjoyed the attention. She loved sharing details of her own experience giving birth to a set of twins with my pregnant clients, never suspecting that I was involved in their conception.

After the wonderful party, we were too tired to do anything memorable on our wedding night. We had a brief lovemaking session for good measure, then decided to call it a night and postpone further action until our honeymoon, which was to begin the next day. It was Susan’s wish that our honeymoon take place at an exclusive resort in the Seychelles, which Angela was happy to arrange.

Angela had booked us for two weeks at a very exclusive five-star resort that took up the whole of a small island. It was a little paradise. We had our own little air-conditioned, secluded hut at the end of the beach, surrounded by palm trees, far enough away from everyone else to have complete privacy.

For the first three days we just stayed in our hut, made love, ate and went swimming. Food was delivered by very young, uniformed female staff, mostly Tamils of South Indian origin, with petite bodies and long black hair. They looked incredibly tempting and innocent in their white uniforms, which contrasted beautifully with their very dark skin. For those three days, I kept my urge to bang the maids under control, just to prove to myself that I was not addicted to getting pussy, and out of respect for Susan.

It was on our fourth day that Susan announced that she felt she had fulfilled her wifely duties. In her opinion, we had had enough sex for the trip and she wanted to focus on other activities for the rest of our stay. Being an attentive husband, I wholeheartedly agreed -- at least when it came to her conjugal duties.

After our breakfast, she walked the ten minutes to the front desk all by herself to inquire about possible activities. My balls were swollen after the sexless night, so I couldn’t resist releasing into the young maid who had just appeared to clear the table as Susan left, aided by a quick spray of tx34. I assuaged my guilt by reminding myself that Susan had given me permission to indulge my sexual desires with other women as long as she didn’t know. Was it still wrong to stray during the honeymoon? Well, I suppose most people would think so. My moral equilibrium was screwed up by years of fooling around, I suppose.

When Suan returned half an hour later, the maid hurried out of sight before Susan could get a good look at her. That was a good move, because her heavy breathing, the lack of panties under her miniskirt, and especially the cum running down her leg might have betrayed her unprofessional behavior.

From her perspective, she had suddenly felt an irresistible urge to fuck this foreigner (me) on his honeymoon. Although her pleasure was out of this world, she was deeply ashamed to have had intercourse with a married guest. In her state of confusion, she failed to notice that I had snatched not only her panties, but also the master key card.

Susan returned in a very enthusiastic mood, bubbling with excitement. She had signed up for a scuba diving course that was about to leave on a speedboat. She hadn’t expected me to join her, knowing how much I dislike pressure on my ears, but she also knew I wouldn’t mind if she went alone. They would eat lunch on the boat, go from dive site to dive site, and be back in time for dinner. She packed her swimsuit, sunscreen, hat, sunglasses, etc., then asked me to accompany her to the dock. We walked hand in hand, just like all the other guests.

It turned out that we were not the only separated couple - except that almost all the others who stayed behind were women. Diving seems to be more popular with the lads. Susan would be the subject of much flirting - which didn’t bother me in the least.

After the boat left, I chatted with some of the left-behind chicks. It turned out that they were all on their honeymoon too; the resort was marketed specifically for that purpose.

I used a bit of tx34 laced sunscreen that I rubbed on their hands to get a bunch of them horny enough to accept my invitation to have tea at my secluded hut. On the way there, all five of them flirted freely with me, getting more touchy by the minute, until I had two in my arms, pressing their generous boobs into my chest from the side as we walked.

Their skimpy bikinis were off the minute we arrived at our cabin. Soon we were all making out. We had almost eight hours before our spouses returned, so I took things slowly. I fucked one after the other until I ejaculated into their fertile wombs, impregnating them and making sure they returned from their honeymoon with a baby in their belly. Each time I ejaculated with a roaring scream, the other girls applauded and giggled.

After each ejaculation, I rested for a while and gave them a chance to improve their blowjob skills. All five women were eager to try deep throating now that their gag reflex had mysteriously disappeared. I was kind enough to let them practice on my cock while I recharged for the next session.

We had an orgy all day. The four women who had to wait for my cock lay naked on the deck chairs, slowly fingering each other while watching the action with the fifth. They were beautiful to watch, and I was glad I had hidden my cameras in and around our cabin at the beginning of our stay.

Maybe one day I should show my offspring how they were really conceived? When they were old enough to handle their mothers cheating on the man, they thought was their father, of course. Well, that decision was at least twenty years in the future, so I didn’t have to worry about it now. The videos would certainly provide some exquisite scenes for my private porn collection!

At some point we ordered lunch, not bothering to cover up when it was delivered. This time it was two handsome young Indian lads who brought the food. They were attacked, of course, serving as hors d’oeuvres. Four women gave a demonstration of their newly acquired deep-throating skills until both boys had drained their balls and were deeply embarrassed by their unprofessional mingling with the guests.

After lunch, I finished by inseminating the last two women. When all five had had their fill, I stopped administering tx34 to bring the arousal levels down to normal. One by one they left. It was as if they suddenly remembered that they were on a honeymoon, and it was slightly inappropriate to participate in a sex orgy.

They seemed conflicted about the obvious adultery and the phenomenal amount of pleasure they had experienced. Adding to their discomfort was the mysterious disappearance of their bikini bottoms. They were forced to return to their rooms with only a towel around their waists.

Only one woman, a Norwegian model named Nora, stayed around after everyone had left and the tx34 had worn off. She had been the best fuck of the bunch, easily aroused, very flexible body, slim and athletic build, gorgeous tits and a delightfully small bubble butt. Her model face was angelic to look at, especially when she was having an orgasm.

Nora helped me clean up without bothering to get dressed. She even organized new towels and blew the hotel boy when he arrived. I was amazed at how naughty she was even without the stimulation of tx34. It was as if the drug had unlocked a slutty side of her that had been hidden beneath the surface.

We spent the time until the boat was due back cuddling naked in the hammock, kissing and caressing each other. Finally, we walked arm in arm to the pier. Nora didn’t even stop in her room to get dressed, she just walked to the pier without her bikini under the towel wrapped around her waist.

When the boat arrived, we all greeted our spouses and listened to their stories of adventure, the big fish they saw, the turtle that scared them, and so on.

Nora embraced an older man with almost theatrical affection. She did not seem at all bothered by her infidelity, in fact she enjoyed playing with it, risking exposure by showing up there not properly dressed. This girl was seriously naughty. I could not deny that I admired the way she tempted fate.

Susan also greeted me with an unusually affectionate hug. When I asked what this uncharacteristic public display of affection meant, she whispered in my ear: “You see that Italian Casanova over there? Now he is embracing his beautiful wife as if nothing had happened. Look how affectionate she is with him!”

I glanced at the young Italian couple and recognized the woman as one of the five chicks with my sperm in her womb. The image of her passionate cry of joy as she came under me with one of her countless orgasms flashed through my mind. A jolt of desire coursed through my system, causing my dick to twitch in anticipation.

“Hey, you dirty man. I can tell she makes your blood boil. Don’t lust after other women when you’re embracing your wife on your honeymoon!” Susan teased in a playful voice.

“What? You asked me to look at her. It is not my fault that she is smoking hot. Why did you point her out?” I replied just as playfully, trying to hide my concern that my flirtation with this well-tanned, black-haired Italian beauty would somehow become exposed.

“I wasn’t talking about her. She’s fine. Rather attractive, actually. But I bet she wouldn’t fool around on her honeymoon like her husband did,” she said in a stern voice. I knew better than to correct Susan on her blatantly false and naive assessment of this woman who had not just been fooling around, but engaged in a few hours of passionate orgy. But then what about her husband?

“What did he do to make you so upset?” I asked with serious concern in my voice.

“After our dive, we decided to dry off on the stern of the boat. The captain suggested that we take off our bikinis and trunks to dry faster, explaining that full nudity was a tradition on his boat. Well, what can I say - one by one the couples on board followed his suggestion. I was talking to one of them and felt awkward being dressed while they were not - so I made the mistake of following their example. I didn’t expect my breasts to attract so much attention, but all the men’s eyes were glued to them, even those who had their wives in their arms! Susan reported.

“Huh, I don’t blame them. Your boobs are way too hypnotic and should carry a sign warning of permanent brain damage if viewed unprotected,” I joked, smiling.

“Come on, they’re just boobs. I don’t know why men have this obsession with breasts. Mine are just a little bigger than most, but otherwise just regular boobs, nothing special!” Susan insisted.

“So he was just staring at your boobs? Is that what makes you so angry?” I asked.

“I wish!” Susan exclaimed, panting audibly, “Promise not to get mad at me!”

“Hey Susan! You know I never get mad at you!” I reassured her. “So he wasn’t just looking?”

“Well, you see - the sun, the drinks, the relaxed atmosphere, the other women getting oiled by their husbands ... I let my guard down ... when he offered his help so charmingly, I made a big error in judgment and let him apply the oil to my completely naked body,” her voice turned to a whisper, “and didn’t even flinch when he started to linger on my tits far too long.”

“Uh, and I suppose he felt encouraged to go further,” I replied with a lighthearted laugh to put her at ease.

“I may have enjoyed his touch a little too much and involuntarily opened my legs,” Susan admitted sheepishly. “When I felt his hands on my pussy, a jolt of excitement went through my body - and it took me a minute or two to come to my senses. I forcibly removed his hand and quickly turned around to hide my treasures from his reach. All he could do was put sunscreen on my backside.

Susan looked at me seriously. “I guess he felt emboldened to get more. When I went inside to get dressed again, this pig followed me into the small dressing room downstairs. He grabbed my breasts with both hands from behind and pinned me against the wall. I was busy trying to get his fingers off my tits when I suddenly felt his erection against my naked pussy. Only then did I realize that he wasn’t just trying to fondle me, but that I was in real danger. I felt his penis find its target, its head beginning to stretch my labia. I knew that seconds later he would thrust into my forbidden tunnel where he shouldn’t be, and then I would have no way to escape his attack except to scream.

Susan continued in an agitated tone, “In panic, I let go of his hands on my tits and reached behind me. For a fateful second, he was distracted by the sudden sensation of my hard nipples and hesitated to thrust forward. That gave me the second I needed to grab his balls. I squeezed them as hard as I could and watched in awe as he crumpled to the floor, crying out in pain.

“Seconds later, I was gone. I decided it was safer to get dressed in front of everyone, even though I felt exposed and vulnerable. After all, they had already seen me naked. He didn’t try to come near me again,” she said with a sense of satisfaction, her voice carrying both relief and defiance.

“You were brave!” I applauded her, my admiration genuine. “I’m sure he thought he could get away with it after you didn’t protest his earlier assault. He completely underestimated my beautiful wife! He had no idea how strong you are, and you showed him exactly that.”

As we talked, everyone headed straight for the dining room, which was not far from the pier, the waves lapping gently in the background. I kept my arm around Susan, hugging her tightly, trying to reassure her without making a scene. I wanted her to feel my support, to know that I was right there with her. When we arrived at the dining area, we settled in and enjoyed a quiet meal. Susan animatedly talked about her exciting diving experience, her eyes lighting up again as she recounted every vivid detail. She had already moved past the nasty incident, and her enthusiasm for the dive was a testament to her strength.

I didn’t say much; I just listened intently, like a good husband should, nodding at the right moments, my focus entirely on her. Except when Nora dropped her towel to the floor and gave everyone around her a nice view of her naked pussy. Her husband, shielded by the table, was completely oblivious to the situation. I swear I could see a puddle of cum forming on her seat. Did anyone else see this? I certainly hope not.

Then, out of the blue, Susan reverted to her earlier vicious rant about the adulterous Italian lothario who had attacked her. Her eyes narrowed, her voice turned cold as she made a bold statement:

“I wish you would fuck that Italian chick senseless. Wouldn’t it be appropriate to show this Casanova that he’s a worthless loser who can’t please his wife the way you can?”

“What? You suggest I fuck the Italian chick?” I asked in shock.

“It’s just intercourse, right? What’s the big deal? In-out, in-out. I know you love me!” Susan tried to reassure me.

“Forget it, it was just a stupid idea. But the idea of humiliating that pig of a husband is almost worth it,” she added with a big grin on her beautiful face.

“What makes you think that woman would not react like you and crush my balls if I made a move on her?” I asked, trying to hide the fact that I had already been balls deep in her and watched her pretty face turn into the most beautiful display of rapture.

“Oh, she sure as hell is worth the risk. Just look at her skinny hips and pointy tits. From the way she poses, I bet she is a loose cannon in bed. You wouldn’t regret avenging your wife, would you?” she said, winking at me.

I was in dangerous waters. I couldn’t deny that Susan was right, given the ecstatic experience I’d had with that sexy fox today, but of course I couldn’t admit it.

After racking my brain for an answer, I came up with the only safe option: “I love you, Susan!”

“Oh, I know. I love you too,” she replied affectionately, “and don’t worry, I won’t bother you with any more lewd propositions. I don’t even want to know if you’ve avenged me or not - I’m happy to entertain the mere thought of it.”

She toasted me with her glass of wine, “Don’t ask, don’t tell - right?” Not knowing how to respond, I simply clinked her glass and swallowed my wine along with my guilt, happy to have escaped exposure.

I was ever more grateful to have found this perfect woman with her boundless love, including a secret understanding that I could stray if it was done discreetly.

As the night wore on, I watched the other couples out of the corner of my eye. There were several Russian couples enjoying the free drinks to the maximum and getting more and more drunk. From the seating plan I was able to discreetly work out their room numbers, something I had to memorize for later.

Back at our secluded beach hut, Susan and I chatted for a while, snuggled up in the hammock. I couldn’t help but remember making out with the lovely Nora right there in the hammock a few hours earlier. Eventually Susan got tired and excused herself. I carried her to bed and told her I was going for a walk to enjoy the stars. She nodded and fell asleep.

It was late enough to risk a visit to one of those hard-drinking couples. I grabbed the master key card, the bottle of tx34, and walked around the resort. The place was completely deserted and pitch black. When I reached my first destination, I let myself in and found the Russian couple sound asleep. The man hadn’t even made it to bed. He was snoring on a sofa in the living room, still wearing his shoes. I tiptoed into the bedroom where his big-breasted trophy wife was asleep on the bed, stark naked.

She had long, thick blonde hair almost to her belly button, a slender frame with a wide, tight cleavage, very long, shapely legs, and a huge, probably artificially enhanced set of hooters. In the dim light of my phone, I admired her sexy body for a long time, until my throbbing dick in my swimsuit started to hurt.

First, I set up a couple of night vision video cameras around the room, then I sprayed tx34 on my dick. Next, I penetrated her dry pussy with the help of the lube on my dick and started to assault her.

Her pussy soon became wet, but otherwise she remained in her drunk and sleepy state, only moaning slightly with pleasure. She let me manipulate her legs at will, with the flexibility of a gymnast or ballet dancer, which gave me great leverage to enter her tantalizingly smooth and tight tunnel. She had those very small labial lips typical of Russian chicks, which allowed for very intimate contact with her pelvis in that wide pussy gap.

After a while she had an orgasm without waking up. She never opened her eyes. It was pitch black in the room anyway, so it wouldn’t have made much difference if she had. The danger of her husband snoring across the hall excited me so much that shortly after her second orgasm I blew my load into her. By the time my dick emerged from her tight hole, she had fallen back into a deep sleep.

I repeated my nasty procedure from the stag trip to take a picture of my dick on her cum-soaked pussy with her own phone, just to give her something to think about in the morning, and then left as quietly as I had come, taking my cameras with me.

This hot Russian chick would never know who fucked her in her drunken haze. Maybe she would have a faint memory of a dream about the most intense orgasm she ever experienced.

Only if there wasn’t this lewd picture on her phone of a cum covered dick in her pussy. She has to realize that it wasn’t her husband ... She would probably feel guilty for letting a stranger have his way with her in her drunken state and wonder why she didn’t remember anything about letting him into the room.

As I walked back, I wondered if the Russian beauty would suspect anything improper when she discovered her unexpected pregnancy in a few months. As a newlywed, I was sure she would not seek an abortion and would enjoy her earlier-than-expected joy, especially if it turned out to be a twin pregnancy, as was usually the case when tx34 was involved.

On the way back, I couldn’t resist snooping around Nora’s room, even though they hadn’t had much to drink. It was even more daring to go to their bed while they were sleeping normally.