The Maid Arrives

You can't believe what your life has become in just the last week. It seemed so recent that you were the devoted fiancée to the woman you loved. Now you were having sex with more incredibly sexy women than you thought you even knew. A hurricane of sex and pleasure had swept through your life, blowing you away from the woman you loved and in a different direction. It was almost a blur of sex and pleasure. It had been an unbelievable explosion of sensual energy that never seemed to die down.

At this moment you were lying in the bed of your wife's aunt, recovering from the intense fucking she'd just given you. You knew that she was right, you needed to go back to your wife, but you couldn't help but feel the reason she'd given wasn't entirely appropriate. You should go back to your wife because you loved her, not because you would need someone to go back to if all these women stopped fucking you. Somehow though, as you got dressed and went to find Sarah, you couldn't help thinking that was what she was becoming to you. How had you changed so much so quickly?

You stumbled from the room, but soon managed to get your feet back under you properly. You walked out in the parking area of the resort, intending to cross to where your wife had gone shopping. What happened next certainly couldn't be considered your fault, how could you have even known she would have just arrived at the resort? In the lot, leaning against the vehicle she had rented to drive from the airport, was Tara. The woman you'd come to think of your bride's Maid of Dishonor.

Her incredibly long and shapely legs were fully exposed by the extremely short cut off jeans she was wearing, right down to the stiletto heels she always wore to make herself seem even taller than she was. A tight and skimpy white top clung to her magnificent breasts, exposing tantalizing side boob to your eyes as she turned her head to look at you through her sunglasses. A thin white jacket which she currently had slid off one shoulder was meant to suggest a degree of modesty that she clearly didn't possess. As a knowing smirk forms on her full and sensual lips your eyes manage to be drawn to her face and her long, full hair cascading over her upper torso.

"So, this is where she's been hiding you," Tara said as you found yourself drawn to her and crossing the lot to be closer to her. "You know, I think the two of you forgot to tell me where you were staying, I hope it wasn't intentional."

In truth it hadn't even crossed your mind to tell Tara where you were going for your honeymoon, why would she need to know after all. But right now you couldn't help thinking that if you'd known she'd show up looking like she did now you would have bought her a plane ticket. "Sorry, obviously an oversight," you told her.

"Thankfully, your bride posted some tagged photos. It's actually kind of foolish of her, you'd almost think she wanted to advertise to all the women she knew where they could find a sexy, available man," Tara said, her voice a seductive purr as she emphasized the word available as if suggesting your marriage had in no way made you off limits to other women.

"Perhaps I should talk to her about not posting where we are all the time," you replied.

"Oh, I wouldn't do that if I was you. She's even posting when the two of you are apart at the resort. Little things like 'Missing my hubby right now' or 'Alone at the spa for some rest on my honeymoon'. She's as much as advertising when other women can come and have their way with you."

You shouldn't have been excited by that idea, by looking at a woman who you knew was almost definitely here to have her way with you, you found yourself appreciating that Sarah was giving out this information. Your eyes roamed up and down Tara's body, unsure where to linger as every inch of her body was incredibly sexy.

"How do you know women are looking to have their way with me?" you asked her leadingly.

In response she stood up straight, moving closer to you, her height combined with her heels putting her breasts in line with your chin. She reached toward you and took your chin in her hand, tilting your face upwards and kissing you passionately on the lips. Her tongue thrust into your mouth, driving you even wilder with lust for her than you'd already become ogling her. When she broke your kiss she leaned her lips in close to your ear and whispered, "I have my sources. I can guarantee there is a woman very close by that is eager to take you over and over again."