The Honeymoon at Cuckold Beach
Giselle gets off while keeping Manuel locked in his special place
The wedding held promise. The honeymoon ushered in reality.
Giselle spread her legs, leaned back on her elbows, and let the mattress support her as her new husband, Manuel, carefully shaved off the final pubic hairs, leaving a tuft of tiny curls on her mons.
He patted her with a washcloth and pronounced her nice and smooth around her pussy.
“Let’s see.” She was excited, stood in front of the hotel room’s full-length mirror, and admired his work. “Wonderful.” Giselle ran a hand over her pussy.
“All the men will desire you tonight, that’s for sure.” Manuel, naked with his cock erect, emptied the water he had used and returned with the garter and stockings ensemble for his bride.
To cover up, she chose a black silky dress that reached just below her ass and had enticing slits up both sides.
“But you’re the man I want to desire me fully and forever,” she said, pulling on the dress and loving how her wedding ring sparkled. Manuel helped her slip on the dress, smoothing out any wrinkles.
“Yes, ma’am,” he replied, kneeling and kissing her feet, running his tongue over her toes.
“Now, let’s get you dressed.” Giselle held the cock cage, had Manuel stand, and kissed his shaft. She then slapped his cock to soften it and fastened the cage so he was locked. Now, he was only able to beg his release from his wife.
Giselle smiled. “It feels so good to own your cock, darling. So fucking good.”
Manuel breathed deeply, forcing his mind off his arousal. “Time for dinner and dancing.”
Floor to ceiling windows gave a full view of the harbor at sunset. The quartet played a rhythmic tune they could dance to as Manuel held his new bride, Giselle. He supported her with one arm behind her while gliding his other hand over her silky dress, riding the curve of her ass and feeling her breasts full against his body.
He murmured, “You’re slightly sadistic, you know that?”
“Whatever do you mean?” she asked in mock surprise. “You’re simply my suffering servant and I love you for it.”
Manuel knew he would have times of release as he and Giselle discussed, but he had agreed to serve her and always be by her side as she explored her sexual desires.
She laid her face against his chest as the last of their dinner lay on the table and they danced with other couples moving quietly around the floor while boats pulled into their moorings for the night.
This was a honeymoon Giselle had dreamed about, but never believed would actually happen.
“I’m so glad I didn’t settle for just anyone,” she said, holding Manuel’s hands and pressing her pelvis against him. She kissed him, sweeping her tongue through his mouth. Giselle smiled and laid a hand on Manuel’s butt. “Now, for the main event of the evening. Are you excited?”
He looked in her eyes. “I’m nervous, but excited and excited for you. I hope it’s everything you’ve fantasized about.”
“Thank you, darling.” Giselle took Manuel’s hands. “Now it’s time for a different dance.”
Giselle had chosen the harbor for her and Manuel to spend the first few days of their honeymoon together. A close friend, Francesca lived on a hill overlooking the harbor and beach with her husband, Jameson. Giselle had confided in her with her unconventional desires for a husband and marriage.
Francesca understood and offered her house along with a few friends for Giselle’s experience.
Manuel parked the car, took in the view, and soaked up the ocean breeze as he held Giselle’s hand and led her to the house.
“Welcome,” said Francesca, opening the door and welcoming in the newlyweds. She kissed Giselle on the cheek, the lips, and the neck. “You look marvelous.” Her comments trailed as she took in Giselle’s cleavage.
Francesca had decorated in a way that added to the seduction of the evening. Soft blue lights with red lights and white LED bulbs added color to the main room. She and Jameson had constructed a specially made bed with mattress for Giselle to receive her pleasure. An erotic techno stream of music pumped through a sound system.
Her gown was short, not quite over her ass and she showed Giselle the crotch-less panties she was wearing.
She introduced Giselle and Manuel to the guests. One other couple and three men who were friends of Jameson and ones they trusted in swinging.
Giselle was buzzing with arousal and she couldn’t wait, nuzzling Francesca who dropped to her knees while others gathered to watch, fondle and kiss.
Francesca moved her face beneath Giselle’s dress and slowly licked along her thighs. She then motioned for Manuel who helped Giselle slip out of her dress while Jameson, his friends, and the other couple gathered around her, kissing Giselle’s neck, teasing her tits, and feeling between her legs.
The foreplay continued as the guests stripped naked and Jameson placed a finger along Giselle’s pussy, tasted the moisture, and pronounced her ready. “Let’s begin, shall we?”
Manuel laid Giselle’s dress aside, stripped as she ordered, and knelt near the bed. Giselle climbed on with her legs spread, and lay with her face so Manuel could kiss her.
Their lips met and tongues wrestled while Jameson unzipped his slacks and slid his cock into Giselle’s pussy. He had the honors to fuck her first, moving quickly and rocking her body so that her tits swayed. He fucked her hard so that her mouth momentarily lost contact with Manuel.
The other men undressed, stroked their cocks, and gathered around, offering Giselle the chance to taste.
Jameson displayed amazing self-control while he fucked her, holding her ass before withdrawing, fingering her butt, and motioning for the next men.
Giselle turned onto her hands and knees while one of Jameson’s friends laid down with his cock erect. Giselle spread her legs and straddled his body while the other man knelt on the bed and lubed Giselle’s ass.
He aimed his cock at her butt and penetrated her carefully but steadily while the other man fucked her pussy. Double penetration. While Manuel watched and moved his face to lick near her clit, tasting the shaft of the cock, and then kiss her on the mouth.
This was what she wanted. A husband to own and control while she explored and discovered the depths of her sexual fervor.
Both men fucked her, the one taking care with her ass, slapping her butt while the other nibbled on her tits. Giselle cried out, moaning, feeling primal and entering a bliss that was more overpowering than any drug.
The men gritted their teeth and came. They withdrew and moved to the side while Manuel spread Giselle’s legs, lowered his face, and cleaned her pussy with his tongue. He moved lower to taste her bottom and stepped aside.
Francesca laid alongside Giselle on the bed while the other husband and wife, dressed in a g-string, knelt on the floor to make out with each other. The wife sucked off the other men and then found Manuel, teasing his balls with her tongue as Giselle had planned.
He wondered if he could take it, so he focused all his mental toughness on Giselle and her pleasure.
Francesca was kissing up and down Giselle’s body and the ladies soon had their faces buried in each other’s pussies. Giselle licked slowly and swirled her tongue around Francesca’s clitoris.
Francesca returned the sensation and gently nibbled and bit on Giselle’s clit. She began writhing and shaking so Francesca tumbled off, making her way into Jameson’s arms and the other wife who licked her pussy, bringing her to orgasm.
All eyes were on Giselle as Manuel climbed on, laid on his back and welcomed Giselle’s pussy. She raised her ass, lowered her hips and brought the pressure of her body onto Manuel’s waiting mouth.
She tossed her head to one side, whipping her hair through the air while he licked her, moving his tongue in and out, tasting the cum already deposited in her and making her writhe in a way that was so powerful, she hadn’t expected it.
Her orgasm was at first almost dull seeming, morphing into a vibration, and shaking her body. Francesca caressed her while Giselle shuddered and cried out in waves of pleasure.
She had been fucked, licked, and brought into a new relationship with her husband and friends.
The home was seeped in the smell of sex as the evening continued. Manuel had a warm washcloth and bathed Giselle’s vagina. He was her caretaker and would look after her no matter how she decided who would go inside her.
And then Giselle had a treat for Manuel. “I’m going to release you.” She removed the cage and had Manuel lie on the bed while she took his cock in her mouth. She pressed her lips tight, moving her head rapidly.
He groaned and it was easy for him to come, shooting his load wildly, spilling some on Giselle’s lips, and then emptying himself with the load falling on his tummy.
She stroked him again while he breathed hard and winced because of his sensitive cock. It was a partially ruined orgasm — an experience that would entangle him emotionally with his wife.
There was no question. He was hers to do with as she pleased, and he was her willing cuckold servant.
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