Week 1 / Tuesday

Larissa was already turned on when she woke up. She lay there, dimly aware that fingers were gently rubbing on one of her nipples. Nice. As she dragged herself out of sleep, she realised that she was wrapped up firmly – Julian had an arm under her head and around her shoulder, and that hand was the one playing with her nipple. The other arm rested across her hip and that hand was stroking the line between her leg and her groin. Wonderful. And then she realised – his dick was between her legs, resting against her pussy. Woo what a way to wake up. After a minute of this she shifted just a little and grabbed his arms and pulled them into herself. Now that Julian realised she was awake, he tried to ease her legs apart so he could get inside her.

“Uh uh,” Larissa said. “I’m not ready yet.”

Julian changed, focused on turning her on, playing with her kitty and nibbling on her ear. She wet her fingers and helped get herself wet enough down there, and it wasn’t long before she was ready for him to slide into her, and when she lifted her leg, he did. Sweet.

She expected a screwing, but at that point he stopped moving and just held her tight. “Good morning, lover,” he murmured in her ear. “How are you feeling this morning?”

Oh, he was going to play it that way? All right then, if he wanted to talk like this while they were screwing, she was more than good with that. “I’m feeling pretty good this morning, sweetie. How are you feeling? Did you have a good day yesterday?”

He laughed quietly in her ear. “Well, it ended pretty spectacularly!” Then, after a pause, he said, “Really, I had a great day, an awesome one. All the work stuff went well, we got approval for that house, my super patient wife put up with me working nearly all day, and it ended in bed where we belong. But I felt bad for you, me working that much, and then falling asleep so quickly. Did you have a good day in spite of those things?”

Larissa hummed to herself, and then for fun squeezed on him. He could hold her tight, well, she could hold him tight. “I did have a very good day. It would be no good if you worked like that every day, but I enjoyed myself, and had a good time, and I really like New Zealand. And I know I was very concerned about Tui, but I can see that’s going to be just fine. I really like her, and Marty. And she was good with the shower thing, I was testing how she reacted, so I’m happy with that. And we did end the day where we belong. Where you are now. Can we do this all morning?”

She could feel Julian behind her grinning at that. “I’m afraid not, babe. I’ve been awake awhile, caught up on everything, and Tui’s just having a shower and then starting breakfast for us. Dan and Hannah are due here in about an hour. And then Marty and I have some more meetings this morning, and you’re going to have fun.”

“Yeah. I know. I just like doing this, that’s all. Anyway, I am looking forward to this morning. But don’t get lost, OK? Let Marty navigate.”

There was a brief silence from Julian and then he said, “Ummmmm, that was deliberate yesterday morning.” Larissa made a rude noise, so he said, “Yeah, babe, Tui was a bit needled about what we said, I realised. You didn’t see it, but she gave Marty some side eye. So I did that on purpose.”

There was silence as Larissa considered that. Interesting, and she’d underestimated Julian there. She turned her head and if they both stretched, they could kiss, and she did for a while. Then she said, “You’re a very good man,” and squeezed him again as she did, laughing when he closed his eyes, as he always seemed to need to do when she squeezed on him.

“Well, I am, and are you going to be a good wife today?” She could hear the amusement and mock challenge in Julian’s voice as he said that, and she grinned to herself.

“As long as you have your dick there, I promise to be a good little obedient wife. What must I do today? Do you want me to make you dinner?” Damn, she was supposed to wash her jeans, but she forgot. Oh well, too much sex on the brain, and she wasn’t going to complain. “Maybe you want a massage? Oh, I should give my husband a massage. Here you go!” She squeezed him as hard as she could this time. She really needed to exercise those kegel muscles more.

When he could speak again, Julian laughed. “Babe, I’m sure never going to complain when you do that! But no, I was thinking, you’re going to the beach. I expect my wife to wear the right thing on the beach, show them what class Aussie girls have, and send me photographic evidence.”

Larissa was a bit taken aback at first, he was telling her what to wear, had a problem with her showing skin? What? But then she ran his words through her mind again ... oh. Right. Carefully, with no hint of emotion, she said, “I promise to be a good wife and do what you say.’ Then she added in a pert tone, “But only if you fuck me hard right now.”

Fuck, he did too. How, she wasn’t sure, but he pretty much managed to pile drive into her while lying next to her. Held tight like this, having her mind played with like she’d had, still not really awake, and getting pounded hard ... she lost her mind and came, a big hard one. Woo, honeymoon sex was good sex.

When Julian had calmed down, he said, “Babe, I think you squirted this time.”

“No, you idiot, you didn’t let me go wee first, so I leaked a little bit. And now you’re leaking out of me as well. In someone else’s bed. And since you’re the idiot, you can strip the bed while I have a shower.”

After the shower and getting dressed in bikini and shorts, she sat on Julian’s lap in the morning sun on the deck, eating the breakfast Tui had made for them, waiting while her covid test to be finished. Lovely, and she was very contented.

Julian and Marty dropped Larissa on Hahei beach with Tui after breakfast. They were running off to meet with a few people to talk about sustainability and billionaire retreats. That’d been easy to set up – this was logically Waikato uni area, and the Coromandel generally was a pretty green area, very ecologically focused. And hippy too – the place they’d slept in was part of a little hippy farming valley, which Dan and Hannah had enjoyed telling them about once they’d turned up again for the morning.

Larissa and Tui dumped their towels at a good spot on the lovely white sandy beach, and then headed north on the track to cathedral cove. By agreement, they set out a steady jog. Not too fast – neither of them had any time for any ankle problems. It was lovely, running along the cliff tops in the sun with a gentle cool sea breeze cooling them, and looking down at the sea gently caressing the land with hardly any surf running. Larissa was wondering why they didn’t just come live here ... what an incredible spot. Soon the track proceeded down the cliff to a beach, and they had to stop running and take it carefully.

Then Larissa saw the cathedral, and stopped, awed. What an incredible natural formation. Quickly, she pushed her shoes and shorts off, leaving them on the beach by a rock, and then she walked into the cathedral. The tide was still up, so the waves were flowing through it, and she walked through them, looking up at the rock roof. Tui had said that this was worth it, but ... it was so much better than she’d imagined it could be. She turned to Tui, shaking her head in amazement, and Tui gave her a gentle smile of approval.

There were a few other people around, equally as astonished as Larissa, and she enjoyed watching a couple of young kids excitedly running back and forward from one side of the cathedral to the other. It would’ve been lovely if Julian could see this too, but that’s how it was. She took a bunch of good photos for him and for her daily report, and then they put their shorts and shoes back on and ran back to the beach at Hahei.

When they found their towels, Tui stretched and said, ‘that’s done! My coach will be happy.” Larissa nodded. Tui was supposed to run for netball training, but she didn’t do it as much as she was supposed to. It wasn’t that big a run, really, only a few km, but Larissa was nicely warmed up, so she pushed her shorts off again and ran down to the water, diving into the knee height waves and enjoying getting cooled down.

“Ahh, lovely,” she said to Tui, and they lazed around in the water for a few minutes. Larissa looked up and down the beach; this was a very lovely spot, no wonder it was so popular as a holiday destination here in New Zealand, though the beach was starting to get quite a lot of people on it. Tui had told her it would be packed early in January, and she could believe that.

Walking back to their towels, she looked around and saw other girls wearing thongs and going topless, so she knew what she could do. She laid her towel out, and said to Tui, “Julian said I have to be a good obedient wife today, and show these kiwi girls what a good classy Aussie girl wears to the beach.” Tui was looking at her in surprise. Well, more like disbelief. “And he said he wanted photographic proof, so can you take a photo for me?” she handed her phone to Tui, and then took her bikini top off, and pulled her thong off, leaving a very miniscule g-string on. She posed for a photo standing up, and then laid down on her towel, up on her elbows, and Tui took a photo like that. All the while Tui was shaking her head, watching when Larissa took her phone back and sent Julian a message, showing Tui what she wrote: “some photos of your obedient wife, please say whether you are happy.”

“Ahh. He wanted you to do that, right?” Tui asked her, having figured it out.

“Yup!” Larissa grinned broadly at her. “He knows what I like and I know what he likes, and I’m going to send him photos regularly today, driving him nuts. I want him to feel the love. Now, what about you?”

“Oh, I couldn’t,” Tui said, “I haven’t got a body like yours.”

“No, you haven’t,” Larissa agreed. “You’ve got a body like yours. Tui, you’re stunning naked, both of us saw you last night. So big and strong, and all female, I’d kill for your shape. And chest size. Girl, get your top off, other girls are, and you can send Marty photos too!”

Tui did like the idea of that, so she lay on the sand and unhooked her top, and Larissa took a photo of her just about showing her nipples, and she sent that to Marty. “But I’m not going get as confident as you are, letting people see. How come you’re like that?”

Well, Larissa had been going to explain while they were on the beach, so she did just that for about an hour, talking about what happened to her, and what empowered her, and how Julian loved it, and their relationship rules, and they compared their early experiences with sex. Yeah, Tui had her own bad experiences too, along the lines of Amelia.

They stopped a couple of times to take photos for the guys. Larissa put the phone on her tummy and lifted her g-string, taking a photo down the front of it, and sent that to Julian. “Someone’s got to see this soon!” she wrote. Tui, emboldened by their discussion, turned over and sent a photo to Marty like that. That got a particularly strong response: “Don’t move! I’m coming now!” but then a minute later Larissa got a message from Julian: “he’s not really coming now, though he’s finding it hard to breathe ;-)” which she showed to Tui and they both laughed uproariously. This was fun, very fun. The next photo took a bit of setting up – they were sitting upright, shoulders touching, and a girl sitting on the towel next to them took it for them. Both of them were topless, but Larissa was pointing across them, hiding their nipples in the photo. The caption for that one was ‘I’m sure there’s a guy over there somewhere not looking at us!”

That part was fun but the discussion was quite serious, and they were definitely besties at the end of that. Tui trusted Larissa enough to tell her how she loved sex, but did it have to be so difficult to decide whether Marty wanted it nor not? Larissa laughed and said, “He’s a guy. He wants it even when he doesn’t really know whether he does. So just turn him on and do it.”

Then Hannah joined them, having done her chores for the morning. Did they have to cover up for Hannah, Larissa asked. Nah, not for an old hippy, and she pulled her dress off, leaving her in just undies. Not that she was that old, only in her thirties, and they had a good discussion about what the guys were up to, and what it was like to live off the grid permanently. Then it was time for Hannah to take them round to Hot Water Beach and say goodbye. Thanks, Larissa said, loved staying at your place, and love your bath. I’m sure Layna will love staying at your place too. Also, thanks for the ride, which solved a problem they hadn’t figured out – Tui had said both Cathedral cove and Hot Water Beach were must-sees, but they needed transport to do them the same half day, and the guys had the car.

Larissa hadn’t bothered to ask what Hot Water Beach was – had some convict got in trouble somewhere? No, dummy, that was mixing histories – no convicts in New Zealand. No, this was the land of volcanos, and Hot Water Beach was exactly what it said: there was a geothermal sourced hot water spring right on the beach right at mid-tide. Really hot water, so the idea was that at mid-tide – which was now – you’d scoop out a pool of water and the sea water would mix with the hot water welling up through the sand, and you’d have a nice warm water bath.

Larissa looked at all this in utter amazement. This place was for real? There were plenty of people on the beach, though Tui said it wasn’t too bad, and there was space for them to make their own little pool. They dug it out with the spade out of the back of Marty’s ute and sat in the pool they’d made. They sent the guys another photo, the two of them hugging and topless, with all the other people in the background. “Having fun. Need some guys here, or we’ll get into hot water!” Larissa sent to both of them, and then they put their tops back on – didn’t want to be the only ones topless. This time both of them got the message “you’re killing us here” at the same time, and they laughed and laughed. This was as much fun as she could imagine without Julian being with her.

It was fun, this beach, but also constant work to keep the water temperature just right. And the beach was getting really busy now – it had really picked up. Larissa spotted a family looking lost – a mum and two young kids, so she beckoned her over and said they were welcome to join them in their pool. “Oh that would be awesome,” the mum said, “but the kids ... they’ll never stop.”

Larissa checked and Tui was OK with it, so she said, “Oh, that’s fine, and you’re much better that the single guys who’re over there checking us out.” She got a smile for that, and the mum introduced herself as Amanda. Larissa and Tui took turns playing with her kids – a boy and a girl around about school starting age. Fun to look at the beach through the kid’s eyes.

Time for the next photo, so they sat the kids in their laps and sent a photo of that to their guys. Larissa had the boy in her lap, so she wrote, “I found my boy to play with!” Julian sent back: “Wow! I have real competition!” And they showed the whole sequence to Amanda while they laughed.

Amanda sighed, and Larissa knew – the magic had gone between her and her man. While the kids played, she did her best to pep Amanda up, and told her about some of the things that Steph was doing, though as she said to Amanda, “Steph’s a wild nympho chick.” But she did encourage Amanda, and the three of them posed as a group, all of them topless, with Amanda in the middle showing clearly, so she could send it to her man.

Larissa was floored when the response from her man was, “Wow, who are those chicks?” Right, and Amanda cried. Well, Amanda’s problem was bigger than the magic being gone, and Larissa felt awful now. Tui and Larissa held Amanda tight and then Larissa played with the kids to distract them, while Tui talked to Amanda some more. Amanda said that was the final straw, and Larissa pretty much agreed – how could she go on believing in the relationship after that?

Then they got a message from Marty – they were done, and on the way to pick up their girls. Larissa and Tui had been going to meet them in the car park, but given what had happened with Amanda, she called Julian, and said they’d really love it if the guys came down to the beach just for ten minutes to share the experience with them.

The kids just loved Julian and Marty, and Julian loved the whole hot water thing. But then Larissa explained what had happened with Amanda, and got her to show Julian the text exchange – what did he make of that?

“Oh, Amanda,” he said, “I’m so sorry. You look lovely, such a sweet smile in that photo. If I didn’t have my hot babe...” He made eyes at her. “And such great kids you have too. You’re totally the package. But your man ... it’s a while since I wanted to smack someone one, but he makes me want to for sure. What a pig. I know it’s an easy thing for me to say, but really, don’t waste your time with him anymore than you have to for your kid’s sakes. Go and find a man who can show your kids what it means to treat people right.”

Amanda cried for that, but she was nodding, and Larissa had seen the finality in her eyes when he said that. Actually, she was surprised – that was a much stronger statement than she’d expected him to make, or been prepared to make herself, but she totally agreed with him. If that man treated her wrong like that, he’d pass that on to the kids. She told Amanda very quickly about that man who was her father, and her mum.

Julian looked at this watch and grimaced, and Larissa understood. Gently she told Amanda that they’d already supposed to have left, but it felt wrong to be leaving. “No,” Amanda said, “you have to go, I know, but thanks for what you’ve said and done. I’m sitting here a crying my eyes out, but I actually feel much better now, the big decision’s made.”

In the car, Larissa apologised for making them late, and thanked them for being loving to Amanda. Nah, we’re not late yet, Marty said, and it was lovely what you did for her. But we do have to get lunch on the run now, so from a bakery?

After they bought lunch, Larissa asked if Julian and Tui could swap seats. She’d accepted that as long as there were four of them in the ute, she’d be in the back behind the driver, because leg room was really limited, and she was shorter than the other three. Tui wasn’t that comfortable, but she’d been sucking it up. Julian was even less comfortable, so Larissa got him to put his legs across in front of her, and she sat in the middle and put her legs over him. “I just want to kiss you whenever I want,” she told him, and they did for a while.

“Hey! No sex in the back seat,” Tui said, laughing.

“Hah!” Larissa replied, “You’re just jealous. Let me know if you want us to drive, OK?”

Plenty of laughter for that, but Larissa had no intention of having sex, she had something different in mind. She pushed her shorts down, leaving her in just her tiny g-string, and pushed the bikini top aside. Yep, she sure had Julian’s attention now, so she pulled out her computer and opened up her textbook. “See,” she told him, “your obedient wife is studying so she can earn us a living while you save the world.”

Julian laughed at that, but pulled out his own computer. A few minutes later, just before she got around to putting her hand in his crotch, he carefully ran his fingernail from her ear down to her nipple. She glanced at him, and he had an evil smile on his face. She grinned to herself – they both had exactly the same idea. Game on then.

For the next hour, Larissa read her textbook, and did something to turn Julian on occasionally. Maybe she let her hand rest in his crotch. Maybe she stroked his legs. Or kissed him somewhere. He did the same. She picked a pencil out of her bag, and held it. When she knew he was watching, she pushed it into her mouth, and pretended to blow it. She heard his intake of breath for that and grinned. Next time she put her hand in his crotch, he was hard. Alright.

Then the travel sickness started getting to her, as well as his teasing, and she came to the end of a chapter, so she closed her computer and rested her head on his shoulder. He grinned, clearly thinking he was winning this game; he put his arm around her shoulder and held her tit, playing with her nipple. She cosied up to him; let him think he’s winning, she thought. She was just regrouping.

After a couple of minutes with her hand on his pants gently touching him, she dug around in her bag and pulled out a marker pen, which she showed to Julian with a grin. Ahh, that one, he sure recognised it. It had a history, this one. They had this thing – a fetish, according to Steph – that things went both ways. And Julian just loved it when Larissa gave him a blow job, fingers or dick. She didn’t mind, not at all, but one day she asked him, was he good for blowing her fingers? Well, yes, in principle, but he hadn’t spent years working on his gag reflex, much to Larissa’s amusement. So occasionally, Larissa would get her fingers in his mouth, or this particular marker pen, and poke his gag reflex. It was always a prelude to her doing her best to blow his mind apart with a particularly intense blow job.

Oh, the expression on her face, she’d really surprised him this time. She pretended to give the marker pen a blow job, and then pushed it all the way into her mouth. At the same time, she pushed her other hand down his pants, over his jocks, and started running her hand up and down his dick through his jocks. He was hard as a rock, good. And she was getting to him too, his breathing was ragged.

She pulled it out of her mouth, and looked speculatively at his mouth, while increasing the work on this dick. Then she licked along the length of the marker pen and moaned quietly. Wow she had him close already, because that did it. He shook, and lost control of his breathing, and his body shook gently. And she felt it in his pants: she’d made him come in his jocks. All right!