Prologue

Vincent grins and leans over again to whisper, “Is your cunt wet right now?”

With her mouth right on his ear, Alyssa murmurs, “Yes. It is very, very wet.” She looks around to see whether anyone is watching them, and the places her hand seductively on his thigh. “How about we make it a little wetter?”

Gently but firmly, he removes her hand. “Not yet,” he whispers.

Alyssa looks disappointed, but understands that it’s hardly the time or place. They have only been married for four days, but it feels like a lifetime, especially with them having to keep it a secret from their families.

Vincent looks over their food and the empty drinks at their table and smiles. “It looks like it’s time to go.”

Alyssa nods.

They pay the bill and walk out into the warmth of the afternoon. Neither of them speaks as they make their way through the thick cloud of people. Until they are safely away from their respective families, they wish to not draw any unwanted attention to themselves. Vincent pulls his wife along by the hand toward their hotel.

As they enter the lobby, the constriction of the crowd fades and they find relief. Vincent scans one side of the lobby while Alyssa does the other. Once both are comfortable that there isn’t anyone suspicious—or worse familiar—lurking about, they head for the elevator up to the third floor. Unlike outside, the hallways are devoid of people and quiet.

Alyssa unlocks the door to their suite. Vincent takes one last glance down both sides of the hall before following her in and closing the door. He stands in front of his wife and the two of them gaze at each other for just a moment. Their smiles are tense with anticipation.

“We only have two more cities to go through and we’ll finally be off-planet,” he whispers.

“We do we leave here?” she asks, feeling the excitement of finally being free welling up within her.

“Tomorrow,” he answers, feeling his own eagerness to be away from it all.

“A drink to celebrate then?” she asks.

“I’d rather wait until we’re safe,” Vincent answers as he softly strokes her cheek.

“I know,” she sighs, “but that’s days away from now. We’ve been on the run since we got married. W didn’t even have our wedding night.”

“Well, we can’t let that stand, can we?,” he says with a wicked grin the quickly spreads across his face. “Strip for me?”

She blushes deeply, but does not demur. “I can do that, but how about a drink first?”

Vincent nods. And as she slips away from him, his hand drags down her arm to her hand. He grips it quickly and pulls. Alyssa spins back and straight into a kiss. It lingers for an endless moment before he breaks it and lets her go. She casts him a quick smile and turns. Vincent can’t resist throwing a light slap across her ass as she goes.

The woman giggles and glides over to the small refrigerator by the bed. She extracts a bottle of alcohol and both of them a glass. They clink them together and each put the fiery drink in a single gulp. Then Vincent pulls up a chair, facing the bed and looks at his wife expectantly.

“So you want me to strip,” she says playfully.

Vincent nods.

Alyssa takes a deep breath and says, “Alright.”

Facing her husband, she runs her hands over her black cropped lace, hooded jacket to her breasts and squeezes them a little. They are very large, stretching the jacket to its limits. She smiles and Vincent becomes aware of her heavy breathing. Her chest is rising and falling visibly. She gives her breasts another squeeze before reaching for the zipper in front. As her hand comes down so does the zipper. The clothing peels back and over her shoulders and off her arms, disappearing, and letting her big breasts spill out.

Vincent tries unsuccessfully to suppress an appreciative sigh when he sees them. They are ample, with thick insistent nipples that are standing up, demanding attention. Alyssa holds her breasts in her hands, offering them to him before using her thumbs to rub back and forth across her nipples. Her husband wants nothing more than to go to her and assist her, but he resists the temptation.

She catches his eye and smiles. “Do you like what you see?”

It’s Vincent’s turn to smile and he does so, very largely. “Oh yes, so very much.”

“Good,” she coos. Then she steps forward and lifts her leg into the air. “Are you hard yet, I wonder.” As her stiletto covered foot descends toward his crotch, the shoe liquefies. It peels away and seemingly disappears just before her bare foot connects. She wiggles her toes along the bulge in his pants and grins. “I do believe you are.”

Her foot slides off, dragging her toes roughly across him. She stands before Vincent again and slowly unties the sash around her waist, elegantly matching her black lace pants. The sash quickly shortens and slips from her hands, disappearing the same way the rest of her clothing has. The material of her pants does the same, splitting down the front to shrivel away.

There she now stands, naked and glowing in radiance of the room’s low lights. Vincent gasps when he first sees her pussy:

Smooth, swollen and tremendously wet.

Her thighs are slick with her juices. She is without a doubt wetter than she was in the restaurant. She blushes slightly, but then grins when her eyes lock his.

Her hand travels down to her pelvis to stroke her pussy sensually. The sight causes the more blood to rush to Vincent’s already throbbing member. “Suck your nipples for me, Alyssa,” he says in a low, intimate tone. “I want to see that.”

She nods and then holds one breast up to her mouth. She does the same with the other, sucking wantonly. Vincent’s cock strains against his pants, screaming for release. He resists the temptation and involuntarily licks his lips.

“Lie down, Alyssa, please,” Vincent requests.

She steps back to the bed and does as he asks. She rests her head on a pillow with her feet pointing toward her husband. She trembles with anticipation.

“Spread your legs for me.”

Again, she fulfilled his request.

“A little wider.”

She spreads them further apart. Her pussy looks so inviting: the lips are plump, glistening and slightly parted and the clit is distended. Vincent wants to so badly pounce on the bed and devour it. But once again he resists the temptation.

“Play with yourself.”

Alyssa’s fingers snake down and begin to explore around and between her folds. Vincent is squirming helplessly in his chair. He feels like his erection will tears its way out any second now. He tries to conceal his arousal by concentrating on giving his wife his undivided attention.

“Do you like me watching you?” he asks.

“Yes,” she croaks and slips two fingers inside herself. Then breathlessly, she asks, “Do you like to watch me?”

“I love it,” Vincent says with a nod.

Alyssa’s other hand joins the fray to begin teasing her clit, as the fingers of her first hand slowly pumps in and out of her cunt.

“Put another in,” Vincent demands.

His wife adds another, moaning as it easily stretches her. Her hips are rising and falling as she lifts her pussy up to meet her busy fingers. Vincent gazes in desperate longing as those fingers, shiny with her viscous juices, traveling in and out of her oozing honey pot.

“Alyssa?”

“Yes,” she replies in a hiss.

“Are you ready for my hard cock?” he asks.

“Oh fuck yes,” she moans.

“You’ll get it if you cum for me,” he says with a coy smile.

Alyssa moans again and begins to increase the intensity of her activity. “I will,” she cries softly. Her hips are moving relentlessly now, in synchronization with her fingers. She begins to moan in rhythm with her bucking hips right until the moan becomes continuous and she cries out, “I’m going to ... I’m going to cum ... soon ... I’m cumming!”