Chapter 4

I woke the following morning sleepy, confused and a bit sore. For a moment I neither knew where I was nor what was happening to me. Memory came slowly back. The hotel room came into focus and I realised that there was a cock beating in my cunt and I was being fucked. Memories of the wedding, the sex and the beating made me shudder. OK. I liked being fucked in public. Did it turn Rob on? I suspected it did. Was it normal? Where would it lead?

I was lying on my left side with, I assumed Rob, fucking me from behind. I relaxed into the sex and felt my passion rise, but that’s as far as it went! I found my mind wandering. I thought about lying in the warm sun, perhaps we’d have a good fuck later today if we got to Benidorm early enough?

Rob grasped my breast and rolled my nipple between finger and thumb. It only irritated me. Was his fucking less enthusiastic than last night? Was he softer?

So, stag night Friday (the end of mine was spent with Mike), married Saturday so this must be Sunday morning, no work for two whole weeks. I wondered what Miss Ferguson was doing. Had she intend staying at the hotel last night? I couldn’t remember. Had she any new ideas to improve sales? It would be great to win a weekend away. Had she gone home with Steve and Brian, the two members of her sales team who had been able to come to the reception?

Rob was getting quicker. “Ugh ... Ugh ... ugh...” He was grunting, gasping wetly in my ear as his climax approached. I wondered at my different, disinterested response this morning.

Had Kim shagged our vicar? Now there was a lucky lad! I grinned. I wondered how long it would be before he fucked another bride just before her wedding. Had he followed up with the bridesmaid? Lucky, lucky lad! The thought of the recent naughtiness began to stimulate me. I remembered how pretty I looked in my wedding dress and shivered as I thought of the vicars cum slithering down my thigh as I gave my responses. I began to pant as my memories and Rob’s cock got to work.

My rambling thoughts and rising lust were interrupted by Rob’s final thrust, and his cum splashed, squirting into me. I could feel his belly quivering against the cheeks of my bum as he came again and again, spawning his slop into my cunt. Much too early for my slowly gathering rising lust. Unfulfilled again! Bugger.

“Ah.” He sighed. “Did you like that?

“Wonderful.” He missed the sarcasm and I headed for the bathroom.

I locked the door and tried to excite myself with the handle of my hair brush, but my heart wasn’t in it. I took a shower but even spreading soap over my clit couldn’t stir me. Did I need to be used and watched to get really aroused? I dried off and went back into the bedroom to dress.

“What time is breakfast?” Rob was ready, dressed carefully, casually.

“I’ve absolutely no idea,” I said, “There’s a card or something on the table at the window. It’s got details on it.”

“We’ve got half an hour. Will you be ready or shall I go down and order?”

“You go on down, get me a pot of coffee, I don’t think I’ll want anything else.”

I couldn’t wait to get rid of him and as the door closed behind him, I plunked myself down on the bed and blew air through my lips. “What had I got myself into?”

“Did I love him? I thought I did, but if I did, why did his sex leave me cold? Why did he have trouble getting hard? Was it me? What was wrong?”

I finished dressing and made my way down to the dining room. There shining like a beacon Kim was right in the middle of the room sharing a table with our vicar! She was glowing and he, though he looked content, was obviously exhausted. Kim had clearly kept him busy!

I bent over them and whispered. “Well, well! Who struck it rich yesterday you fortunate cleric? Bet that’s the first time you’ve fucked a bride and bridesmaid on the wedding day.” The vicar had the grace to look sheepish and his cheeks flushed. I kissed him on he cheek, “Don’t worry, your secret is quite safe in our hands.” I turned to Kim, “I demand a blow by blow account from you when I see you next, you minx!”

She beamed, and pulled the hem of her dress up beneath the table - no knickers!

“Look!” She pushed two fingers between the lips of her cunt and pulled a gob of jizz from inside. She glanced around and beckoning me closer she slipped her gooey fingers into my mouth for me to clean. I did willingly, relishing the mixture of cunt juice and sperm. I looked into the Vicar’s eyes as I tasted his second hand slime and shuddered with the obscenity of it. A little sadly I wondered again if I needed the perversity. Was I abnormal?

“Twice last night and once again this morning!” Kim grinned.

What had I done? Tied to one man whilst Kim was free as a bird to whore around to her heart’s content. She’d always fucked around but I was only starting and it was over already. I’d conveniently forgotten how disinterested I’d been until the watching farmer raised something hidden in me.

I passed on from their table and, frustrated, I sat down opposite Rob. He poured me a cup of coffee and resumed talking to Mrs Ferguson who was at the next table. Mike was behind him and gave me a questioning thumbs up. I nodded and picked up my cup.

The next hour until the taxi arrived passed quickly. We didn’t have to pack exactly, that had already been done, but we had to clear out of the room and say bye to our friends and relations. Mike caught me in a quiet moment and asked how I was. I said fine and that Rob had sobered up and all was well.

I hate airports and all the stupid routines involved with searches, passports and so on. The herding around like sheep, the crammed, cramped aeroplane and the stifling heat as you step out dressed inappropriately for the hot sun.

The hotel was lovely, the room faultless and the food excellent. The pool, bars, and weather couldn’t have been improved upon. At any other time, with any other companion it would have been a superb holiday but as a honeymoon it was becoming an unmitigated disaster.

Lying in the sun makes me randy. Judging by the furtive and not so furtive goings on around me it has the same effect upon lots of people! Topless, with a minute scrap of material barely covering my cunt, the over exposure among other semi nude folk around the pool really turned me on. It had the same effect on Rob, but back in the cool of the room, he had me at screaming pitch. He’d start off well enough but then his cock would turn into a sagging worm and my lust would build and build, my vagina would be like a tap and I would be stroking my husband’s flaccid weapon over and over my clit. Sadly before I was anywhere near fulfilment I would find sticky pulses of slime squeezing onto the lips of my cunt and any chance of my satisfaction was gone. Any suggestions of mine like, perhaps him going down on me, were greeted with sheer bewilderment. I gave up.

We settled into our holiday routine, breakfast and the morning round the pool with drinks. A light lunch for me and a liquid one for Rob. I started taking a siesta whilst Rob returned to the pool and his drinking. After I woke I would shower and dress for the evening. I would pick Rob up for a wander round the town. As the day cooled we would chose a restaurant for dinner followed by a night cap and bed. By this time Rob was really unsteady and usually passed out.

I was of course drinking quite heavily too and was entertained as we sat around the pool eyeing the men in their tight speedos. I’m not sure whether this was a good idea. The combination of sun and tight crotches had my unfulfilled lust raging.

The chat round the pool was bright and we got to know two or three couples. We got on especially well with a couple some ten to fifteen years older than Rob and I, called Dennis and Joy, their room was next to ours. We often met going in and out and began to sit together around the pool during the day and started doing the rounds of the bars in the evening. Dennis was a big bloke running to fat with a great sense of humour. He kept us laughing. Joy his wife was smaller and a much quieter person but she had a wicked dry outlook on life. We flirted a little, laughed at suggestive comments from Dennis, got a little tiddly (me a little drunk) and just generally enjoyed ourselves. They had a tall teen-aged son who mostly did his own thing, hanging out with a couple of lads and a lass or two.

Gradually Phil, the son, started hanging around us more and more or rather he started hanging around me. I found him following me everywhere. He said his mates had gone home and anyway they hadn’t been that great. I noticed that, increasingly, he was watching me when he thought I was unaware. When I’d look up, he’d quickly look away.

“You’ve got yourself a fan there,” Dennis laughed. “He’s closer to you than a pet dog!”

“What’s he studying?” I asked Joy.

“He goes into the sixth form in September studying mainly the sciences.”

“Sciences, he’s a clever lad then.” I smiled at Phil and he blushed. “I wonder what he’s like at biology!” I thought.

“Oh he’s clever enough.” Joy was the proud parent.

“Into the sixth form?” I asked, “what does that make him then sixteen?”

“Sixteen last February.” Joy shone with happiness.

Perfect! Young, but legal.

I took every opportunity to show a little more of myself to him. I’d sit with my legs wider apart than was necessary and run my finger round the elastic in the crotch of my bikini bottoms and at the same time looking into his eyes.

Jesus I needed a fuck and, right to hand, I had my own toy boy.

For a day or two I couldn’t decide how to get Phil alone but finally Rob handed me the solution.

Half way through the morning I asked Rob to do my back with the sun screen.