29 July 2009
Copyright© 2020 by Mustang
Chapter 3
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 3 - On this day, Brad and Abby begin their five day honeymoon with added pleasures.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Consensual Fiction Exhibitionism Petting Public Sex
Brad and Abby enjoyed their meals, with frequent visits from Monique. She stood a little sideways, giving them the best view of her hidden breasts that she could. Abby let her sitting pose remain relaxed, her pussy a teasingly inch away from viewing.
“Would you like anything for desert?” Monique asked on her return to pick up their empty plates.
“Do you have anything such as cream pie?” Brad asked with a sly smile. Abby furrowed her brow at him, poking his side for his suggestive, sexual comment.
Monique knew what he was saying and played along. “We do have banana cream pie made with big, long, ripe bananas.”
“I’ll have a slice of that.”
“I thought you’d prefer a different flavour of cream pie,” she teased.
“What would that flavour be?” He continued.
“It’s hard to put a flavour to it; it varies in taste.”
“I’ll have the same. I like cream pie too,” Abby smiled.
“That was subtle, Abby, telling Monique you like to eat pussy,” Brad said as they watched her leave.
“That was your interpretation, not mine. I do like different flavours of cream pie.” She tried to keep a straight face and then had to smile.
Abby unfastened the two buttons that held his shorts closed. “What are you doing?”
“I’m going to let Monique see your banana,” she grinned. His cock and balls were released, and she began stroking life into it.
Monique returned with their deserts, placing them on the table. Abby had Brad’s cock standing straight up and took her hand away, proudly displaying its size. Unfortunately for Monique, the tablecloth hid his cock from her view.
“Do you think she saw your cock?”
“If she did, she didn’t react,” he replied, his fork cutting a piece from the wedge.
“How am I supposed to get you fucked by another woman on our honeymoon?” She asked, stroking it several times.
“You’re not serious, are you?”
“Maybe I am, and maybe I’m not,” she grinned, taking a bite of pie. “Not too bad a flavour; it needs a little more cum on it.”
“You’re something else!”
“Would you like anything else?” Monique asked on her return.