Brad Boyer: Bondage wives

Dave came with a passion that was almost agony, his cum torn from his balls, ripped out, scorching though his dick, blinded by the force of his orgasm, sent into a frantic series of jolting ecstasies by Marilyn's body, shredded by the furious need, by his intense passion for her beautiful form… her body… her tits. Her cunt!! YES!!

"Ohhhhhhh, Marilyn! OHHH!" He crashed into her cunt until he fell exhausted, streaming sweat, on top of the body he loved – loved enough to marry.

"Oh. Dave!" Never had she felt so completely satisfied. Never had she felt so much a woman.

Marilyn held the man tenderly, cradling him, caressing the body that gave so much enjoyment.

"I love you, Dave. So much. And forever."

"Yes." He took her in his arms and they lay very quietly together.

The bellboy pulled the drapes. "Nice view from here, sir. All across the beach."

"Yeah. Nice." Carl handed the kid a dollar and slung his suitcase onto the bed to start unpacking. "I'll call you if we need anything, kid." The first thing Carl unpacked was a full quart of bourbon.

"I can get you some ice, sir."

"Okay."

"And a couple of tall glasses. Bar glasses, kid," Brenda said quickly. "I hate drinking out of those damn glasses in hotel bathrooms." She sat on the bed and started to take off her shoes.

"Right away." The bell hop left.

"Room looks just the same as it did five years ago. Doesn't it, honey?" He picked up some underwear and stowed it in the dresser.

"No. They've done it all over. New drapes, new carpet, new furniture. Even the bed's in a different place."

"Well, it seems like the same place. It's the same room and everything."

"It's a hotel room, Carl, like all the others." She ran a hand through her short black hair.

"You didn't think that the first time we were here."

"That was five years ago. On our honeymoon."

"You liked it then."

"I'd have liked a sleeping bag on the ground, Carl." She rose, came around the bed to him and gave him a short kiss, just touching lips Brenda was short, her body sleek; very trim, breasts like apples, and just about as firm. Dark eyes, her olive skin heavily tanned, face lean, alert. "And you wouldn't have knowing the difference between a sleeping bag and Buckingham Palace."

"Yeah." He smiled at the memory.

"Christ, you were all hands and arms… and stiff cock, too." She turned and walked to the dresser.

"It'll be like that again, Brenda. You'll see. We'll get the magic back. The prick magic."

"We'll see." She put some of her clothes into the drawer, carefully separating her, clothes from her husband's. "This whole trip was your idea."

"Look, I had the time coming, and got that bonus, so it seemed like a good idea." He tossed his socks on top of his underwear.

"I just hope it is." Brenda lit a cigarette and took a very deep drag, holding the smoke.

"It will be. You'll see. We'll have a great time."

Brenda let the smoke out very slowly. "Maybe."

"Just try to enjoy it, Brenda. We haven't been away for a long time. Too long."

Brenda moved more clothes into the drawer from her valise. She hung a couple of dresses in the closet.

Carl slid back the wide sliding glass door that opened onto the beach. The sound of surf and the lively smell of the sea drifted to them.

"Where the hell is the kid with the ice?" Brenda took another deep drag on her cigarette.

"He'll be along in a minute. Just look at that. Just beautiful." Carl stood looking over the sea.

Brenda answered the tap at the door.

"Here's your ice, ma'am. And the glasses." The kid had them on a tray and set it carefully on the desk across from the bed. He stood standing for a moment.

"Hey, Carl. Give the kid a buck." Brenda shoveled ice into the glasses.

"Oh, sure." Carl dug out a dollar and handed it to the boy.

"Yes, sir." Nice smile followed the words.

"Thank you, sir. My name's Tim. If you want anything, just ask for me. Anytime."

"Okay, okay." Carl watched the boy close the door.

"Here you go." Brenda handed Carl a stiff drink. Her own was just as strong.

"To the second honeymoon." Carl lifted his glass.

"The second honeymoon." Brenda clinked her glass with her husband and took a good long pull.

"That's nice," Carl said slowly after his second sip had gone down his throat. "Nice." He leaned toward his wife. "You're nice, too." His arm reached around her waist. "Damn nice." He kissed her.

Brenda gave the man another short kiss, touching him just a little more firmly with her mouth this time, the lips, tightly closed.

"Hey, hey. What kind of a kiss is that?" Carl tried to get a good solid kiss going.

"It's the kind of kiss that says I want to finish my drink and go have a swim." She turned and moved away.

"I wanted to… to make love to you, Brenda." He took a hefty swallow of his bourbon. And another. "I wanted to do that right now. It's supposed to be like our honeymoon. You didn't want to go swimming then."

"That was five years ago, Carl." Brenda pulled off her sweater over her head and unhooked her bra. She dropped the clothes on the bed, turning toward the man.

"Brenda, I… I want you." He moved to her, one hand cupping over the dandy nippled tit, the flesh very firm to his crushing fingers. "I want you now. Please." He kissed her, holding her bare torso to him. "Brenda, you can go swimming later. Christ, you can go swimming any time you want."

"And we're married. You can make love to me any time, too. Day or night." She twisted out of his grasp. "But now I want to swim." Blue capris clung to her trim legs. She opened the side zipper and shed them swiftly, standing near the middle of the room in just her pale blue panties, the deep tan unbroken down her back.

"I want you, Brenda. Please." Carl's arm circled her waist from behind and he held her butt to his crotch. "I want you. Your body. Can you feel it? Feel how much I want it. How much I want your body?" He pressed his stiff prick to her tail.

"Yes, Carl. I can feel it." She sounded bored, almost ready to yawn. "I can feel your big, hard prick." She slid from his grasp. "But I want to finish my drink and have a swim. Then maybe… I'll be in the mood." Brenda lit another cigarette.

"Oh, Brenda, please. Please." His hands slid under her panties, feeling for her pussy.

Brenda set down her chink and took a fresh drag on her cigarette, holding it in her lips while she played with her hair. Her husband was fondling her clit slowly with one hand while his other fondled her right tit. She took another drag and a sip of her drink before she moved away from the groping hands.

"Brenda!" He lunged for her, dragging her panties to her knees. "Oh, God. I want it so bad." Carl dropped to his knees and plunged his face to her snatch.

Brenda calmly stepped out of her panties and stood still for a moment, drinking bourbon in lady-like sips as her husband ate her cunt.

"Oh, that's enough. People can see us." She turned away and closed the drapes. "Get up, Carl."

"Oh, Brenda," he moaned desperately. "Please!" Carl ripped open his fly and hauled out his cock. "Look. Look! See how much I need you? How much I want you?" He yanked off his shirt and shoved his pants to the floor, "I've got to have you. Now, now, Brenda!!" He struggled out of his tangled pants and shorts.

"I wonder… should I wear the yellow suit?… or the green one, with the white daisies?… or the blue one?… that goes with the sky and the sea. Yes. I think the blue one." She leaned over, digging through the clothes in the dresser.

"Brenda!" Carl yelled. Naked, he flung himself at the woman, digging for her asshole with his dick.

"No!" She whirled and slapped his face hard.

"Yes! Now!" He zoared at the woman, shoving her down on the bed. "YES!" He leaped onto her nude form, digging for her hole with his prick. "I want it! Now!"