The First Signs

“My god,” I say, hugging Sarah. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, it was just really weird,” Sarah says. “She tried to make out with me. I pushed her away and got out of there as fast as I could.” I tighten my hug.

“Well, you’re fine now. She probably just had a little too much to drink, that’s all.”

“I don’t know… something kind of seemed strange about her. She tore my swimsuit… maybe we should call it a night and head back to the hotel. And then we can… enjoy our first night as a husband and wife,” Sarah says, smiling mischievously. I feel my cock harden at the thought. I flag down a taxi and begin the drive back to the hotel, a nice tourist-filled place where you feel safe. Neither Sarah nor I talk, but I begin to notice her stealing short glances at my crotch. I envision her lips sealed tightly against your dick and begin to grow erect, which seems to captivate Sarah even further.

“Mmm…” Sarah says, taking no effort to hide her lust. “Brad honey… did I ever tell you how big you are? You’re the favorite guy in the world I’ve ever fucked.” Whoa! Sarah is usually a bit more discreet about her sex life than this. Still, it is our honeymoon, after all. But a moment later she shifts next to me as far as her seatbelt allows and begin to stroke my cock in one hand. She lets her ripped top fall off of her, revealing her luscious breasts. They seem… larger. Or are you just imagining things? Maybe it’s a trick of the light. Either way, Sarah is topless and people can see her through the windows.

“Not now…” I pull her hand away and hand her top back to her. Her breasts definitely seem larger against the fabric… her erect nipples poke through the damp material. Sarah pouts, turning to look out the window. But she still steals peaks at me. “How did you like that beach?” I ask, trying to make friendly conversation.

“It was nice. Big… rough… wet… salty… Mmm, so delicious…” Sarah is staring at your cock again. She’s always been kind of a conservative girl; it took us two months of dating before our first kiss and a year and a half before we first had sex, and even now she’s normally a bit reserved about the topic.

“You feeling okay?” I ask. “We’ll be back at the hotel real soon, hon. We’ll have a nice dinner and—” Suddenly, Sarah unbuckles her seatbelt and jumps into my lap despite the cramped cab. The driver yells something at me in Spanish, but Sarah pays no heed as she seizes your cock and begins to pulse her own crotch against it, moaning. The pleasure is immense, but I don’t want to be seen doing this in public. I struggle to push her off of me. Finally, Sarah gives in and sits back in her seat, topless once more, her breasts heaving up and down as she gasps for breath. She still stares at my cock through my swimming trunks. I’m fully erect and trying to **** it down before I have to exit the cab.

“Sarah? Are you sure you’re okay? Your chest…” I begin.

“Sorry babe. I just got carried away,” Sarah apologizes. “I want you so bad. You have no idea. I feel like total slut… I’m sooo fucking horny...” We finally arrive at the hotel and pay the irritated cab driver, leaving him a hefty tip. I notice Sarah turning to look at other men as we make our way up to our hotel room—not short glances but long, lusty stares. I have to practically hold the top to her bikini against her as she doesn’t seem to care about any sense of decency. At last we are back in our hotel room. As soon as the door is shut, Sarah jumps at me and wrestles you to the bed, tearing away your swimming trunks. She tries to kiss you, but you hold her just out of range.

“Get a hold of yourself!” I say, pinning her back down on the bed. “Why don’t you take a shower? I’ll call room service. We’ll have a nice dinner together, and then we can have sex. All right, honey?”

“I don’t want to wait,” Sarah pouts. “I wanna fuck you right now. You wanna fuck me, right babe?”

“Shower first,” I demand. Sarah pouts but grabs a handbag full of soaps and shampoos and vanishes inside the bathroom. I wait until I hear water running before I start to think things through. She’s never been like this before, and her breasts seem to have gone up a size or two…

Suddenly the news report pops back into my mind. She couldn’t be infected with that “bimbo virus,” could she? From that woman in the bathroom? The one she claims was wearing swimming trunks? And what else could possible explain how her breasts seem to have grown? And her sudden change in behavior? On the other hand, we haven’t had sex for a month to please her parents. We’ve told them we were both virgins. Lies, of course. Maybe Sarah has been holding back for so long and just can’t help it now. And besides, what if she is infected? I’m not going to abandon her, am I? Or call in a team of doctors and have them probe her with strange instruments and syringes? Not on my honeymoon night, that would be terrible! I could slip out and save yourself from your potential fate if she is infected. Or I could take your chances and stay with her, do the thing a loving husband ought to. Or maybe there’s another option I haven’t thought of yet. What do I do?