Lisa and I were on our honeymoon in Monterey, California, and had just gotten back from a day trip into the Big Sur region on Highway 1. We got back into town before dark and stopped at a restaurant overlooking the bay in Pacific Grove at Lands End.
I wouldn’t say that I do everything Lisa tells me to do, but then I wouldn’t try to say I don’t. We were at the bar having a glass of wine and watching the sunset, and I had to use the restroom. When I got back, there was a guy sitting in my seat talking to Lisa. She motioned for me to sit across from them at the bar table, leaving them next to each other, and watching the ocean.
“Yes, I'm staying near the Aquarium in Monterey. Both Stan and I are both there.” Lisa smiled at him, then said, “I’d love to show you my room, Derick. She picked up his hand and kissed his palm. “Stan, you can find our hotel, can’t you? If I go with Derick?” She smiled at me.
I knew she was going to cuckold me; I knew it before I proposed to her; I just didn’t think she'd do it on our honeymoon. Christ, on our honeymoon, she’s going to do it tonight. She kissed my cheek, whispering in my ear, “Tomorrow at nine in the morning.”
Derick shook my hand, and he led my wife to his car. I sat there, trying not to cry. I finished my wine and started to leave when I got a text from Lisa: Darling, yes, I am doing it. I told you I would. I didn't expect to find someone on our honeymoon. I'll text you when he leaves, about nine in the morning. I’ll have a special present for you too. Love xoxo
I got in the car, sat there for a few minutes, and headed for the highway for a cheap motel to stay the night while Derick fucked my one-week-old wife.
I found a motel, undressed, and lay on the bed. I knew what Lisa was wearing under her clothes. I’d seen her put them on, accompanied by lots of kisses all over her.
There she is in front of the door to our room with Derick. She's opening the door for him, and after he closes the door, he is kissing her, and she’s responding. He’s slowly undressing her, kissing her tits as he’s removing her lacy, almost see-through bra. I love seeing her in that. I can see her nipples when they harden. She’s so beautiful standing there, and now he’s seeing it.
Will she let him mark her? Bite her? Could she stop him if she wanted to? Would she even want to stop him? I don’t know. She’d warned me, but she’d never done it to me that I knew of, at least.
Does he undress her completely first? If he does, he’s seeing naked. Is he admiring her carefully trimmed bush the way I do? Is he kissing it the way I do? Does he worship her pussy the way it deserves? Or does he just move on? Hell.
Now she’s undressing him, admiring his cock, just like she’d done for me our first time. Does she like his more than mine? I wonder: does he trim his hair there the way I do for her?
God, now he’s laying her on her back. I hope he’s properly respectful of the treasure he’s handling. His hands are now free to caress her tits and her pussy. Is he taking advantage of the opportunity to taste her exquisite juices, which I know are there? Spending time there is never wasted. If he is, I know how she looks, as she’s coming. She deserves to be well taken care of.
He’s over her, and she’s looking at him with that wonderful look of expectation. God, she’s telling him how much she wants his cock. His cock is almost there, and I can hear her as she encourages him. His cock is right at her entrance, with just the tip touching Lisa. She’s moving up to put the tip inside her pussy. He’s pushing it in, and I can see his grin when he’s completely in her. He’s fucking her. God, I can’t stand it. I've got to stop thinking about it. Yeah, right, stop thinking about it. I can't.