Honeymoon Hazards (13 page)

“Yes, but we can be a little indirect about it.”

She laughed. “Okay, tell me what to do.”

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

We walked around the resort until we spotted them. It took a while, but unless they’d ordered in, I knew we’d spot them sooner or later. They were at the same Polynesian restaurant I’d gone to the night before.

The plan was simple. I would take Dale away for some man-to-man talk, and Claire would approach his wife. As troubled as he was about their sex life, I had a feeling that Janelle would be feeling equally anxious and frustrated, and eager for a woman in whom to confide.

I just needed to keep Dale busy long enough for them to form a connection. We didn’t need to close the deal tonight.

I approached their table.

“Hey, buddy,” I said to Dale. I turned toward Janelle. “Your husband is a great guy. Can I borrow him for a few minutes to trade some fishin’ stories? I’ll bring him right back.”

I didn’t really give her a chance to protest. I took him by the arm and led him over to the bar. Claire smoothly filled his spot.

“Those boys and their fishing,” Claire said with a world-weary aside. “Mind if I sit with you until they get back?”

Janelle forced a smile and invited Claire to sit.

I dragged Dale to the bar. “What are you drinking?”

He hesitated and I ordered two Bourbons.

“I don’t really drink,” he said. “And what about fishing?”

“You’ll like this,” I insisted.

He regarded the golden liquid skeptically, but then lifted it to his lips. I laughed to myself. If I could talk him into some booze, it boded well for talking him into anything else.

“So how’s it going with Janelle?”

He sighed. “I dunno, mister. It’s like, well, you know, I feel like I am disappointing her somehow. I asked her about it, but she says it’s all fine. But I dunno. Woman are moody, so maybe it’s just that.”

“Dale? Can I ask you a question?”

He eyed me anxiously. “Well, I dunno, mister. This isn’t like one of those…” he trailed off.

I laughed. “No. I am not hitting on you, though you’re right to be careful. I’m just looking to help out. It’s a shame women don’t come with an owner’s manual. Hard to figure out how they work, isn’t it?”

He nodded. “I’ll say. I mean, my big brother gave me some advice, but…”

“I can imagine.”
Stick it in her pooper!
“Nothing that really seems to make sense to you when you two are together, right?”

He nodded.

“Dale? Do you think you’ve ever given Janelle an orgasm?”

He shook his head, “Mister, that is awfully personal.”

I gave him a validating head nod. “I know it is. But it’s important, you know?”

“I think so. I mean, she says she likes it.”

So, no then.

“You know, it’s not your fault if you didn’t. You’re young, she’s young. You’re both still trying to figure out how all the parts work. Thing is, though, you want to get it right early on. Sort of sets the tone for the whole relationship, at least the bedroom part of it.”

He looked at me glumly.

“Don’t worry. I’m just telling you to take it easy. Trust your instincts, and if you want we can talk about it tomorrow.”

He looked at me gratefully. “Thank you mister. Everyone here has been so nice. You. That British man.”

“Just between you and me? I think that guy might be a queer. Not that there is anything wrong with that,” I added in a tone I hoped he’d interpret as precisely the opposite. I didn’t want him reflecting too much on that though, so I added, “You know, it might help if Janelle talked to my wife a little, too. You know, girl talk.”

He nodded. “That might help. She’s got three brothers, so it’s not like she really has anyone to talk to.”

“Tell you what, you guys have a great evening, and then, how about the four of us meet down at the lagoon pool tomorrow for like a late breakfast?”

“Sounds great, mister…”

“Call me John, please.”

“Thank you… John. I appreciate your help.”

I recovered Claire and we bade them farewell after reconfirming our brunch plans.

“So what did you think of her?” I asked.

“Pretty face. Definitely a corn-fed Midwestern girl. I didn’t realize that was your type.”

“I didn’t realize limey cocksmen were your type.”

“Oh, those are every girl’s type,” she assured me.

“Well, same with innocent farmer’s daughters…. She is innocent?” I asked, hopefully.

Claire nodded. “Pure as the driven snow and probably about as bright.”

“Well, she and Dale are well matched then. Wonder how they can afford it here.”

“Oh, her daddy owns like a billion acres. Produces high fructose corn syrup for Coke. Dale works for dad too.”

“Lottery winner.”

“I’m still not sure what you see in her.”

“Just trust me.”

She shrugged. “I didn’t get much out of her, but you’re right, all is not well in paradise. She was definitely a little wistful.
We’re so far from home. It’s so weird being married.
When she heard we’d waited seven years, she managed to be both judgmental about it and jealous. I can definitely see what Trent – and I guess you – saw in her.”

“A young couple in need of some coaching.”

Claire laughed. “An innocent to be corrupted. You know we’re going to hell if we go through with this.”

“No, we’re not. We’re doing them a favor. Just like you were fulfilling my fantasy when you fucked Trent on the beach.”

“Okay, you win. But you have to agree to campfire rules. We leave them in better shape than we found them.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

We grabbed a quick dinner and a couple of drinks and then strolled around the resort again.

“Still early, what should we do now?” I asked.

“Well, we are on our honeymoon. We probably should be going back to our room and fool around.” She paused. “But I’m guessing you have something else in mind.”

I shrugged. “Not really.”

She grinned. “We could check out what Abs is up to? She’s always good for a laugh.”

I stared at her in surprise. Was she really offering to hook up with Annabelle? I could have sworn I’d have had to twist her arm to get her to even consider it. Or was she just testing me to see whether I was regretting having passed on sex with Abs?

“What are you thinking?” she asked.

I wasn’t sure what to make of her suggestion about Annabelle, so I punted.

“Well, it’d be pretty hot to see Trent and those lesbos.”

Claire rolled her eyes. “You’re gay for him, aren’t you? You can admit it.”

I laughed. “What? Just because I like watching him fuck?”

“You’re crazy.”

“I know. But just, I dunno, humor me. Where’s his suite?”

“Ocean front, but you don’t know that’s where they went.”

“Even if they’re there, you probably couldn’t see in.”

I remembered that Trent had taken Claire out onto the balcony. In a weird way, I knew he’d find a way to show off if possible.

“Come on, it’ll be an adventure.”

We went back to our hotel room and recovered my binoculars. Trent’s suite was on the third floor, which meant there was no way to see in from the main part of the hotel. From the beach, though, we could see the light on in the room, the balcony door open. I imagined I could hear his posh accent and Kitten with her California girl giggle.

I spun around and spotted a palm tree, tall, but leaning lazily away from the shore, the same palm tree against which Abs had gotten screwed the night of the luau. I pointed it out to Claire. She gave me a
you can’t be serious
look. I playfully shoved her in that direction.

There is a very small window of opportunity for this sort of caper. Climbing up a tree to spy on a gigolo screwing a lesbian requires you to be at least a little drunk. Climbing a palm tree without breaking your neck requires a modicum of sobriety. Somehow, we’d calibrated it just right.

Palm trees are not as easy to climb as they look, but this one was leaning pretty good, and that rock-climbing class we’d taken when we first started dating came in handy.

Our perch was precarious and prone to shift when the ocean breeze kicked up. But it was also surprisingly effective for looking into his room. He had all the lights on, or maybe Betty was behind it, and the windows were open. Claire and I passed the binoculars back and forth.

For a while the three of them sat on the beds, talking awkwardly, draining a bottle of champagne and then opening another. Betty was in white slacks and a pink Hawaiian shirt, Kelly in a clingy, blue-and-white flowered sundress, and Trent in khakis and a black, silk shirt. I saw Betty rise and plug her iPhone into the stereo, and despite the distance and the wind, we could hear a thumping beat coming from the room.

Betty took Kelly by the hand and pulled her to her feet. The younger woman was a little shaky, either with nerves or booze, but she easily melted into her taller lover’s arms. The two danced slowly, like practiced lovers, used to each other’s body and moves. Betty turned them perpendicular to Trent and kissed Kelly. Slow, tender, passionate kisses.

Claire sighed softly.

“Pretty hot, huh?” I asked.

“You should have tried to set me up with them instead of Annabelle,” she joked back, though I sensed an undercurrent of truth there as well.

Then Betty signaled over to Trent. He rose and moved behind Kelly, sandwiching the smaller blonde between her two, older, more powerful dark-haired lovers. Trent ran his hands up and down Kelly’s body, his fingers massaging her thighs, tentatively tugging at the hem of her dress. Betty continued to stoke Kitten’s excitement, her hands between them, gently circling her erect nipples. Trent leaned forward and nibbled on the blonde’s neck.

Kelly was focused fully on Betty, and yet her body couldn’t help but respond to the strong man behind her. I could see her hips beginning to sway, pressing back against Trent and then jolting away as if scalded by the contact. Betty was speaking to her lover now, caressing her cheek. Kelly nodded quickly, uncertainly.

Betty dropped to her knees and reached under her wife’s dress. She was smiling wickedly as she pulled down Kelly’s little, white panties and handed them to a grinning Trent. Then Betty disappeared beneath her wife’s dress. Kelly threw back her head in passion, and Trent attacked her throat with his tongue, then twisted her head toward him until he was kissing her passionately. Kelly’s body was twitching and bucking as Betty expertly worked her pussy. Trent’s hands cupped the blonde’s breasts, squeezing them firmly.

Claire squirmed excitedly and I wrapped an arm around her to keep her from falling.

“Easy there,” I warned.

“Hold me,” she replied softly.

I grabbed her around the waist, gently caressing her belly. She swayed gently almost in time with Kelly. Was she imagining being eaten out by Betty? Or fantasizing about what Trent was getting ready to do?

After a few minutes, Betty reappeared, grinning broadly, her face visibly glistening even from where we were. The women kissed wetly, sloppily. Then Betty sat on the bed, pulling Kelly closer until the younger woman stood right in of her. Betty said something, and Kitten glanced behind her apprehensively, watching as Trent reached down and slowly lifted up her dress. He pressed down on her lower back, bending her at the waist.

Betty reached out and took her wife’s face in her hands and pulled her closer, kissing her again. The blonde wrapped her arms around the statuesque brunette’s neck. They kissed fervidly as Trent undid his pants and stepped in close. He entered Kelly in one slow, gentle thrust.

Claire had had the binoculars when he entered her and now she turned to me, her face aglow.

“Get me out of this tree right now, mister, or I’m going to march over and join them.”

It speaks to how weird things had gotten that my gaze shifted several times between my wife’s heaving bosom and the binoculars before I decided to climb down and return to our bedroom.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

I looked around the bedroom. We hadn’t managed to wreck it as thoroughly as had Claire and Trent, but we’d done a respectable job. The armchair was out of place where I had bent her over and fucked her as we stared out at the resort lit and spread out before us. And there were wet towels all over the bathroom soaking up the water we’d splashed all over while screwing in the tub. And of course, there was Claire, in bed naked, her shoulders and ankles visible.

Now
this
was a honeymoon. It’s what we should have been doing ever since we’d arrived, and would have, had illness, and then fantasies, not intervened. But the reality was, as good as last night had been, it had been made that much better by the events of the day, the teasing and taunting over Trent, the game with Dale and Janelle, and of course, the memory of Trent and the two lesbians. In between our own sessions we’d imagined the rest of their evening, and then speculated about Abs, and dished about Elsa, and even giggled about seducing Dale and Janelle.

I sat down beside my wife. She rolled over to face me, sexily wrapped in the sheet.

“Hey baby, how are you doing this morning?”

She smiled. “Happy.”

“I can’t believe we climbed a tree to spy on…”

She laughed. “I can’t believe what we’re going to do today.”

Having been well laid finally, I’d have probably backed down if Claire had been reluctant. But given time to think about, she’d become actually more enthusiastic. I had discovered a dangerous dynamic. My fantasies were like a seed that once planted seemed to grow within her, until she was more enthusiastic about them than even I was.

I had mentioned her and Trent, and she took it and ran with it. I said that seeing her and Abs together would turn me on, and three days later she was still thinking about it. And now with Dale and Janelle, her interest seemed equal to my own.

“So I’ve been thinking about this,” she began. “Janelle is the key. If she’s not into it, she’ll freak.”

“What about Dale?”

“He’s a man. If I get him alone, he’ll go along.”

“You’re very confident in your powers of seduction.”

She laughed. “I told you, he’s a man.”

“I turned down Annabelle,” I replied, suddenly feeling the need to defend my gender.

She peeled off her sheet and lay there perfectly naked. My eyes had a mind of their own as I took her in, her pert, beautiful breasts, her long legs, the incredible sexiness of her shaved pussy.

“That’s because she wasn’t naked at the time. Your telling me that if she got naked, with those big tits and the rest, and begged to suck your cock, you’d have turned her down?”

“I might have,” I said dry-mouthed.

She rolled her eyes.

“Is that your plan with young Dale?”

I imagined her stripping for him, running her tongue over his pasty, sunburned body, sucking his cock into her mouth. I recoiled until I thought of Janelle and her big, natural boobs, those half-lidded, sleepy, blue eyes, that bubble butt…

“Something like that, but the key is Janelle.”

“So tell me the plan,” I asked.

“I need time alone with her.”

“Why?”

“Well, honey, first I need to let her know how amazing sex can be. Then I need to convince her she deserves better than whatever Dale’s been giving her. Then I need to talk her into letting me give Dale a few lessons while you two watch.”

“Watch?”

She sighed. “I can’t do everything. You’ll need to close the deal on that end.”

I nodded. She was right. Janelle and I clustered together, watching Claire and Dale making love. If I couldn’t pull it off, I didn’t deserve it.

“You have a better idea?” she asked.

“I don’t know. I guess, I’d been thinking more of a straight swing kind of thing.”

She scrunched up her nose. “Sketchy.”

I laughed. “Oh, and this isn’t?”

“Yeah, it sure is, but it is camouflaged. Think about it. If we just drop it on them, even after drinks, ‘hey guys, wanna swing?’ we’ll come off as creeps. You can’t expect them, where they’re from, to buy into that. But they’re both inexperienced and scared, and this is just a little helpful intervention. I’ll make sure she knows I am making a sacrifice in seducing her husband.”

“Well, you are… aren’t you?”

She nodded. “He’s not really my type.”

“I’m not actually sure I know what is your type anymore.”

“Do you want to do this or not?” she asked.

I do, but it scares me.
“Of course.”

She smiled and glanced at her watch.

“Okay, show time.”

We met up with them and had brunch. They seemed apprehensive, but we carefully steered away from sex and they seemed to relax, especially after the second round of Mimosas.

Claire and I had discussed ways to get her time with Janelle. Finally, we settled on golf, as in, I would invite him to play a round on one of the resort’s courses. He’d never golfed before and neither had I. Luckily they had a beginner’s course that was virtually empty. It still took up three hours to play nine.

I knew I had to soften him up at least a little. I started off with some misdirection.

“You and Janelle are so lucky you met so young.”

He smiled his goofy smile. “Yeah, it was just dumb luck. I was a year ahead in school, so I knew her. I got a job with her dad and he introduced us.”

“That’s great. Did you have any girlfriends before her?”

He shook his head. “Yeah, sorta,” he replied in a way that spoke volumes about the fleeting nature of his past experience.

“And Janelle?”

He blushed. “I think I’m her first real boyfriend.”

Considering that they came from some small town, it seemed unlikely she could be hiding a past.

I laughed. “The opposite of me and Claire.”

“Oh, did she date a lot before…”

He trailed off realizing her was stepping into a potential minefield.

I shrugged. “Pretty girl like her? Yeah, I’m sure.”

“Does that bother you?”

I tried to avoid smiling like a creepy uncle, though I know I failed. “Naw. A little experience is a good thing.” I let it sink in just a second. “But like I say, you two are so lucky to have fallen in love so young. Just the two of you, forever.”

I saw his face fall, like a dog realizing suddenly there won’t be any more treats before bedtime.

By the time we got back to the girls, it was late afternoon. They were both into the fruity drinks, now, Janelle’s face reddening with sun and alcohol. She was in a bikini, a conservatively cut one, but still, her full breasts and generous cleavage were on display.

Claire didn’t mention it, but I noticed her lead my eyes in that direction and the wicked smile that followed after. I think in a weird way she was actually relieved to see that my interests were purely prurient rather than motivated by any real, weird sense of wanting to tutor these two in the art of marriage.

We all dived into the pool for a while and swam, and then retreated to a shaded table at the restaurant. The wet fabric of Janelle’s top sagged under her impressive endowments. I readjusted myself to hide my growing erection.

Claire had primed the pump well. Janelle was regarding her admiringly. Every sarcastic jibe got an enthusiastic response. Claire had become the big sister Janelle had never had.

We had another round of drinks and then some appetizers. The sky began to darken.

And then suddenly it happened. Claire looked at me with sparkling eyes.

“Janelle told me they have an ocean view,” Claire said.

Big deal. You spent the night getting plugged in Trent’s room with an ocean view.
But then I noticed Janelle’s expression. She’d been expecting this. I wasn’t sure what my role was.

“Yeah, um hmm,” I muttered.

“Could I see it?” Claire asked, enthusiastically.

Janelle looked over at her husband. “Would you mind showing Claire our room? You can pick up my wrap while you’re there.” She mimed being chilled.

He nodded. “Sure.”

As they walked away, Janelle suddenly reached out and took my hand.

“Come onnn.”

She dragged me out of the restaurant. I noticed that Claire and Dale were looping out toward the beach, which meant if Janelle and I cut through the hotel lobby we could beat them to the room.

“You sure you’re okay with this?” Janelle asked me as we got into the elevator.

I was still flying blind. “Of course. I trust Claire completely.”

Janelle smiled. “Now that is true love,” she replied.

We scurried into their room and Janelle hustled me out onto the balcony. The door was cracked open. Night had fallen and with the lights bright in the room, we were pretty invisible out there. She had us huddle together on the edge of the balcony, just in case.

I watched as a moment later, Claire and Dale entered the room. I realized the fatal flaw in our plan. If he was there to show her the view, they would need to go out on the balcony, and if they went out there, they would see us. But I hadn’t given my wife enough credit.

The moment they entered, she stopped short. He turned to look at her. She didn’t hesitate. With quick, precise movements, she stripped naked. He seemed torn between a desire to attack her and to flee. It left him standing still, twitching jerkily.

“What are you doing?” he asked, incredulous.

Janelle giggled at her husband’s nervousness and edged closer to the patio door.

Claire just smiled at him and approached.

I moved closer to Janelle, the two of us now peering through the glass, our bodies not quite touching, but close enough for me to feel the heat rising off her.

“Your wife has such beautiful breasts,” she sighed.

“So do you,” I replied.
Fuck. Too much?

She didn’t bridle. “I hate mine,” she groaned. “Big cow udders.”

Claire was now toe-to-toe with Dale, her arms over his shoulder. He seemed rooted to the spot.

I couldn’t help myself. I reached around and placed my hands on her hips, then followed the curves up toward her breasts. She didn’t push me away. Instead, her body seemed to soften against me. I cupped her tits through her bikini top.

“They’re perfect,” I sighed in her ears.

At the same time, Claire dropped to her knees before Dale. Dale stiffened, but the protest never came.

“Is she going to?” Janelle asked, her voice catching.

“Yes. Haven’t you done that?”

Janelle sighed. “It’s wrong. We were told…”

“It’s not wrong,” I insisted as I slid my hands under the cups, feeling her firm breast flesh in my hands.

Dale’s shorts dropped to the floor and I saw my wife swallow his long, skinny cock into her mouth.

I gently mauled Janelle’s tits, relishing their heft. Her areola were as big as I expected, raised silver dollars, with big, puffy nipples that swelled but never quite stiffened.

My wife bobbed up and down on Dale’s cock.

“Does he… do you expect me to do that?” she asked, her tone almost seeming to crave precisely that.

“It feels good,” I replied.

As if to punctuate the point, Dale shuddered suddenly. Claire held him tight, her hands on his ass, swallowing his cum.

“Did she just?” Janelle asked with a moan.

I laughed. “Looks that way.”

Janelle sighed. “And that’s it, then.”

“Watch,” I replied, delighting in the feel of her nipples sliding between my fingertips.

Claire went from submissive to dominant in a flash. Wiping his cum from her lips, she stood and pushed him back onto the bed. He fell backwards, awkwardly, and Claire kept coming, first straddling his waist, and then crawling up until her little, shaved twat was right in his face.

I could see him shake his head in protest, but my wife just grabbed a big handful of his hair and pulled his face toward her pussy. Janelle gasped in shock as my wife mounted her husband’s face and then groaned as she realized what Claire was forcing him to do.

I slid my own hand into her shorts.

“No,” she sighed. But she didn’t try to stay my hand.

I trailed my fingers over her abdomen and down through her downy muff. My finger found her wet slit and she cried out in passion. She was drenched and her clit was swollen. She could barely tolerate even the slightest touch.

Back in the room, Dale had surrendered to my wife’s assault. He was lying back, apparently servicing her effectively given the way she was seductively writhing atop his face,

“Does he do that to you?” I asked.

“No,” she moaned. “But he will.”

I worked my finger up and down her wet snatch, gently, teasing her labia, avoiding her clit. She ground back into me, her ass round and hard.

“God this is amazing,” she groaned.

Just wait
. I slowly circled her clit, cautiously narrowing in on the swollen nub. Claire rose and fell on Dale’s face, her nipples erect and dark red. I found Janelle’s clit and trailed my finger over it lightly. Janelle shuddered. Again. She moaned, thrusting back against me.

“Please, more,” she begged.

This was the moment where Trent would have broken her. She was completely in my power. I could have had her renounce her husband, pledge her allegiance to me, make her agree to let me use her however I pleased.

I circled my fingers over her clit, over and over, harder and harder. And then she shuddered, a deep, body-shaking explosion.

“Oh my God, I love you,” she sighed.

I withdrew my fingers. “No, you don’t. You love that man there,” I replied.

Claire was writhing on Dale’s face, his cock again rigid.

“What we just did,” I moaned in her ear, “has nothing to do with love. But it is fun, isn’t it?”

She looked back at me in surprise. Or maybe she was just surprised by the look on my own face. She nodded as if I’d said something profound.

“I need you,” I grunted.

She nodded, a little anxiously. “I don’t know how…”

To please me?
“Don’t worry.”

I freed my cock from my shorts and slide aside her bikini bottom. I didn’t even need to aim, it was like we were aligned. My cock slid into her tight, little pussy easily.