Your honeymoon (Richard Merchant)

You find yourself sitting on a perfect tropical beach, nothing ahead of you but turquoise water and clean, white sand. You're wearing a white bikini that's somehow tight enough to flaunt both your tits and the large bulge between your legs without being uncomfortable in the slightest. It doesn't even occur to you to question how. Instead, you just smile and stare at the sunset, painting the horizon a fiery shade of scarlet. It's so perfect you can hardly breathe.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" You hear a familiar voice to your right. Smiling, you turn and find a man your head suddenly tells you is your husband. He's so handsome, with these lovely hazel eyes that make you shiver even now as they trace across the naked skin of your long, muscled legs. His hair is dark, just fading now to that pepper-pot grey you find so very appealing in an older boy.

"I think the view could be improved a little." You smirk, giving his baggy swim-shorts a significant glance.

"Lucy!" He chuckles. "I know they said this was a private beach, but I can't just..." You don't give him a chance to finish, leaping on top of him with a hungry growl. He gasps in shock, and makes a token effort to wriggle out of your grip, but you've both know he doesn't have a hope of fighting off a horny New Female your size. One hand pins him to the sand, while the other darts down to those annoying shorts. You seize them by the hem, dragging them down off his kicking legs. He's fighting only to add to your enjoyment. As his cock pops out his shorts you see it's already hard, throbbing away between his legs. It's so small and cute compared to your own. Then, when you squash his face into your boobs as punishment for struggling he gives up just like that, slumping back so you can have your wicked way with him.

"It's our honeymoon." You purr at him, still pressing his handsome face between your boobs. "What's the point if I can't see my new man's cute butt all the time? In fact, I don't think you should be wearing a stitch for the rest of the trip."

"Lucy." He sighs, muffled by your chest. It's a long-suffering sound. He already knows this is a battle he can't win.

"You knew what you were getting into when you married me, handsome boy." You smirk. "We both agreed that what I say goes. Or do I need to pull you over my lap and spank that naughty butt of yours again?" He shakes his head, blushing pink in that way you find ever so adorable. It's very embarrassing for him to be bossed around by a woman more than ten years younger than he is, but the best part is he can't help himself from enjoying it as well. In fact you can feel his poor, aching cock throbbing against your leg even now. "So, let's get these the rest of the way off." You continue, reaching back down to his shorts. He's stopped struggling, so it's nice and easy to pull them down off his feet and toss them to one side.

You sigh with delight as you take in your husband's fully naked body, still feeling rather like a giddy schoolgirl with a crush. He's shaved himself bare just for you, leaving his pale skin smooth and delicious. His cute butt is small but oh so tight and nestled between those two perfect cheeks there's a smooth black circle. The plastic plug he wears whenever you're alone together, so you can fuck him there whenever you want. You feel your cock start to stiffen, remembering all the times you've felt him moaning and quivering underneath your thrusting hips. Strangely enough, the bikini doesn't seem to get any tighter, even as you feel your erection swell towards it's full size.

"Honey." You coo, stroking his soft hair. "There's something else I need you to take care of now." He swallows as you gently guide his head into your lap, where your bikini is stretched tight by your aching and now fully erect cock. Holding him there with one hand, you undo the strings and pull the white fabric away. Your dick pops free, iron-hard and dripping pre-cum down it's swollen shaft. Your husband knows whenever you get this way it's his job to satisfy you. A job he's learnt very much to enjoy despite his initial reservations.

You spread your legs wide, letting him shuffle back down to lie on his belly between them. That way you get a nice, uninterrupted view down his back to his cute, plugged butt. From there, you can gaze further down into the crystal-clear waters ahead. You don't think there's a better view in the world to get your dick sucked to. Hubby seems to agree, because he leans up and opens his mouth to hungrily inhale the throbbing head of your cock. He knows exactly what he's doing, and lets drool leak from the corners of his lips to coat your shaft in saliva. It'll lube you up for the deep-throating to come.

You lean back, laying your hands on the sand behind you. No point grabbing his head or anything. You feel like a nice, lazy blowjob today, one where he does all the work to earn himself his sweet prize. A bellyful of your cum. You smile to yourself, watching his cute butt wiggle as he works his mouth further down your shaft. You have stamina to match your size, and though your balls are throbbing hot and full of cum you know you'll get to enjoy this beautiful view and his tender attentions for a good while yet.

Soon your handsome hubby is gagging and spluttering as your stiff cock slams into the back of his throat. It's a sound you just adore, sending delicious tingling feelings all the way to your wriggling toes. You know exactly what it means, that he's fighting his own gag reflex just to please you. Better still, you can feel his lips and throat strangling your throbbing shaft like a vice, working so very hard to milk another thick load out of you. To make it easier for him, you start to buck your hips up, shoving your cock deeper. He matches your pace quickly enough, tears filling his gorgeous eyes as your aching head glides its lubed way into his throat.

He knows you like him balls-deep before you cum, so he works even harder. After rather more effort on his part, almost your entire length is buried between his sweet lips. His throat is like a tight, velvet sleeve caressing every inch of your shaft in ways that make you moan. You can feel his tongue on your skin near the base of your dick, so close to your aching throbbing balls. Biting your lip hard, you hold yourself back with difficulty. Then his lips glide forward those last few centimeters and he's hilted, his handsome face buried right where it belongs in your crotch. He holds himself there for just a moment, his tongue slipping out to tickle at your balls. That's enough, and you let out a hungry groan, thrusting your hips up into his gagging throat. White-hot sparks shoot up your throbbing shaft and you can feel that first spatter of thick seed spray from your cock, right into his waiting belly.

Just like that, you splutter awake, to a throbbing erection spraying cum all over your blankets. Your bare legs are covered in the stuff, and there's no sweet hubby to lick it from your skin and swallow every drop. Instead, you're alone again in your small apartment, lying in a wet, sticky puddle. It takes a few more seconds for your balls to even empty, leaving you gasping and moaning under your blankets.

You find yourself blushing as you think about what just happened. A wet dream, about Professor Merchant of all people? You really are like a teenager with a crush. And what a dream! You cling desperately to the fading remnants, trying to work every detail into your memory. Fuck, if that's what it's like being married to a man like him, you're going to jump him tomorrow and shove a ring on his finger, no matter what he says.

Perhaps you should make sure you're at that drinks party after all. He sounded ever so eager for you to attend, and the way he was checking you out makes you think your interest in him is definitely mutual. Part of you is begging not to get your hopes up again, wondering if your heart can take another disappointment, but you're already making plans for how to sweep him off his feet. As for marriage...well, you wriggle a little under your sticky blankets. It might be way too soon for that kind of talk, but it can't hurt to dream a little more, right?

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As the intro implies, this is meant to be the gentler, more romantic path, where both partners learn from each other, sexually and otherwise. It's also going to feature a heavy dose of family drama as Lucy navigates what it means to date a recently-divorced father. Leave a like or comment if that's something you're interested in!