The Honeymoon Bull

Douglas tried, he really did. He scooped Chelsie into his arms, intending to carry her over the threshold, into the marital suite. But he was too weak. Chelsie kissed him, beaming.

"God, it's so ... appropriate that you weren't able to do that, baby," Chelsie whispered to him, her tongue tangling this Douglas's. G-Dawg came up behind Douglas, easily scooping up the buxom Chelsie and carrying her into the bedroom.

They were in the Caribbean, having rented the whole island. It was just as Chelsie envisioned it -- snorkeling and lobstering with her cuckold husband, dining right by the ocean, tanning nude on the beach. But tonight was only for her bull.

She wore only her stockings, Douglas feet away, his small white cock throbbing in his hand as he tugged it. G-Dawg was above her, his large potent prick stiff, the head rubbing against her clit, then sliding down and pushing against her entrance. He fucked her slowly, his mouth on hers, his cock milked at by her hungry sex. The bull and the hotwife made love, the romantic air seeping into Douglas's mind and body, causing him to cum, but the pure eroticism keeping him going, as the three served their roles late into the evening.