Marital Bliss, Wet & Wild

The salty air hung heavy with the scent of the ocean as I leaned back in my deck chair, the gentle rocking of the boat lulling me into a state of blissful relaxation. The sun beat down on my skin, warming me through my swimsuit, and the turquoise water stretched out before me, an endless expanse of shimmering blue. It had only been a few hours since I’d given my first blow job, and a strange mix of exhilaration and self-consciousness still lingered within me. John, my husband, sat beside me, his face a picture of bewildered astonishment. He’d pulled his trunks back up, a blush creeping up his neck, and was silently observing the waves, clearly grappling with the aftermath of our shared experience.

“Want me to do that to you?” I asked, my voice nonchalant, as if this casual request was perfectly normal. There was a playful glint in my eyes, a hint of the anticipation that simmered beneath the surface.

“At some point this week, definitely,” I replied bluntly, taking a sip of my chilled merlot. The tart bitterness of the wine cut through the lingering sweetness of his cum, a strange but oddly satisfying combination. John blushed further, a visible wave of heat washing over his features. “Are you ready?” I inquired, pushing a stray strand of hair from my face.

“Uh, not quite yet. But I think I can get there,” he stammered, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon. A flicker of excitement crossed his face, a sign that he was slowly coming around to the idea.

We moved inside the cabin, the cool air a welcome relief from the heat outside. The small space felt intimate and private, a sanctuary where we could lose ourselves in each other’s arms. As I stood before him, I untied the top of my swimsuit, letting the fabric fall down in front of my chest, revealing my bare breasts and the sensitive nipples beneath. They were instantly met by John’s soft, yet muscular hands, which began to massage my breasts in a slow, deliberate circular motion. The sensation was exquisite, a tantalizing prelude to the pleasure to come.

We began to kiss, our tongues dancing in each other’s mouths, pausing occasionally to suck or bite the lips of the other. The heat between us intensified, our bodies leaning closer, drawn together by an undeniable magnetism. I sank onto the plush bed, succumbing to the intoxicating pull of his gaze, and John followed suit, mirroring my movements. The passion escalated, our kisses growing more fervent, more demanding, as we explored the boundaries of our desires.

He moved away from me, venturing to explore the rest of my body with his mouth, lingering over my neck and collarbone, sucking on my breasts with playful abandon. I moaned with pleasure as his lips traced the ridge of my pelvic bone, leading him down to the edge of my bikini bottoms, teasingly hinting at what was to come. I felt a shiver of anticipation run through me as I felt his tongue dart quickly into my belly button, while his hands worked to remove my last article of clothing. Soon, I was naked before him, completely vulnerable, and he rushed forward, his face eager and determined.

His tongue split the lips of my labia just slightly, and he flicked my clit gently, sending a jolt of pure pleasure through my body. I’d experienced self-pleasure many times before, but this felt different, more intense, more profound. The sensation was incredible, overwhelming, and I realized that this was the beginning of something truly special.

As he began to work his way inside me, I felt a wave of heat rising from my core, a primal urge taking over. He pressed deeper, his movements growing more forceful, until I felt the pleasure building to an unbearable crescendo. But I didn’t want my first orgasm with my new husband to be so abrupt, so clinical. I needed a moment to savor the anticipation, to let the pleasure build gradually.

With a sudden burst of energy, I grabbed the back of his head, pulling him closer, and whispered, “Fuck me. Fuck me with your big cock.” A few more tongue flicks, and he paused, looking up at me with his piercing blue eyes from between my legs, as if seeking confirmation. “Are you sure?” I pleaded, my voice trembling slightly with excitement.

He stood up, wiping my pussy juices from his face with the back of his hand, a touch of embarrassment coloring his cheeks. Then, he took his pants down once again, and his massive erection sprang back to life, a testament to his potency. “Give me a second,” he said, before dashing to the luggage, rummaging frantically through one of the top pockets until he emerged triumphant, clutching a small black cardboard box with yellow lettering: "Trojan Magnum."

I watched as he tore open the box, separating one of the golden discs from the others and carefully unrolling the rubber down his thick shaft, close to the base before returning to the bed. And then he resumed kissing me, as passionately as before, his movements both gentle and insistent.

He laid on top of me, expertly spreading my legs while gently exploring my entire body. The touch of his hands sent shivers down my spine, igniting a fire in my soul. I felt his thick penis enter me slowly at first, but it continued to slide in deeper and deeper, a relentless force that both terrified and thrilled me. The sensation burned with an uncomfortable intensity for a minute or two, but I was so horny, so eager for it, so wet that I didn’t care. He plunged his cock deep inside me, and we rocked back and forth, lost in a world of pure sensation. As I became more accustomed to his size and the feeling of such a large object inside me, I found myself enjoying the experience more and more. I could feel the entire length of his shaft as he entered and withdrew from me repeatedly, the rhythmic thrusts building an unbearable anticipation. John pumped me hard for several minutes, our bodies becoming a tangled mess of naked, sweaty limbs, our cries of ecstasy filling the small room. The pleasure grew inside me, building to an unbearable crescendo, and I couldn't help myself. I screamed, “Yeah baby! Fuck me hard” as my body began to quiver, my first orgasm with my husband washing over me in a wave of intense pleasure.

He slowed down, and I could once again feel his long shaft fully penetrating me before sliding almost completely out. “Are you ok? Did you cum?” he asked, concern etched on his features.

“No, not yet,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “But I’m close. But I want you to have another one before I come.” I wrapped my legs around his hips and used my heels to push his pelvis down, intensifying the pleasure. “Don’t ever stop fucking me,” I said, my voice husky with desire.

John smiled, a genuine, heartfelt expression of love and lust, and redoubled his efforts. Harder thrusting resumed, and we soon found a great rhythm, lost in the throes of our shared passion. His hands continued to explore my body, firmly holding my neck and face as we kissed, then gently tugging at my hair, or later massaging and caressing the sides of my breasts. It all felt so good, so incredibly satisfying, and I could feel another orgasm building within me. “Yeah baby. Right there. Keep going,” I moaned as my hips thrust higher and more violently, matching his pace. “Oh, oh, Ohhhh” I cried out as his hands slipped down my body and cupped my backside, allowing him to plunge in deeper than he’d ever done before. I dug my nails into his powerful shoulders as an intense orgasm racked my body. John grunted, almost like an animal, as he buried his cock deep inside me, and we continued to move in a frenzied dance of pleasure and release. I don’t know if I actually felt it through the condom or if it was just my imagination, but his cock seemed to swell for a moment before his body released all of its tension, and he collapsed onto my chest, exhausted but exhilarated. I felt his body spasm briefly as his penis continued to pump semen into the rubber baggy separating the closeness between us. We lay breathlessly in each other’s arms, happy in the knowledge that we had shared God’s gift with each other and finally consummated our wedding. The salty air, the scent of the ocean, and the lingering warmth of our bodies blended together, creating a memory that would forever be etched in my mind.

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