They wrap up the trip, having learned a lot about each other.

The next day James woke up with his cock in Olivia‘s mouth, as she had seen he had morning wood and didn’t want it to go to waste. It was a different way to wake up, something brand new for him.

In 53 years of life, marriage, dating and hook ups, no lover had ever thought to do that, his new wife did it on like day four.

Olivia gave him a gentle and romantic blowjob, but a very pleasing one for him. As he came to his senses he enjoyed the view as she took his cock into her mouth slowly, stopping to lick his shaft and suck his balls.

She was laying across him, her beautiful naked body on display for him in the morning light, and fuck was she well put together.

After about ten minutes James tensed up and put his hand on her shoulder, warning her he was about to cum. Olivia let his cock out of her mouth and smiled, nodding her head no. “Baby you don’t ever have to warn me about that, not ever…if I have your cock in my mouth I want you to give me your cum…”

This drew a smile, such a lovely creature she was, and very giving when it came to sex.

He grunted and began to orgasm, and Olivia moaned in pleasure as his cum filled her mouth. Her cheeks puffed out a bit, but she kept jerking him off into her mouth anyway. When he was finished she swallowed, then kissed and licked the tip of his cock before giving him a kiss on the forehead, “good morning baby!” She said happy.

James smiled, life could be a lot worse than this, and he couldn’t remember it ever having been any better.

They cuddled for a while, enjoying the cool morning breeze through a large patio door they rarely shut. After the sun was in the sky, they finally got up and went to the resort for breakfast, as both of them had an interest in some bacon and eggs, something offered at the Sandals resort.

James wore just some swim shorts and sandals, and Olivia wore a sexy bikini and a wrap around her waist. It wasn’t skimpy, not like many they saw, but an outfit could be quite sexy while covering up a woman in a sexy manner. Hers did that.

It lifted her B cup breasts a bit and provided some cleavage, and was a beautiful white color, which accented from her light brown skin quite well.

As with the other days on this trip, it was amazing. The food was great, the weather was great, and the company was even better.

Olivia‘s smile captivated anyone around her, along with her great beauty, which was accented by James‘s rather rugged handsomeness. They enjoyed the car ride to the hotel, they enjoyed the serving line, they barely even noticed the crowd.

They stared into each other’s eyes as they talked, sharing little stories and learning more about each other. They touched nearly the entire time in some way, leaning into each other, holding hands, or some other gentle touch.

James opened up about his time in the military, but not much. She learned that he had been in the reserves for years but was activated when needed for the special forces, and the most recent time had been a little less than a year before.

He spoke of the countries he had been to, and Olivia listened in fascination as he offered to take her to see them all, or at least the ones open to travelers.

He had been to the Acropolis, the Parthenon, Stonehenge, the Colosseum, The Louvre, the Palace of Versailles and others. And he had pictures on his phone of each.

He had been inside of Buckingham Palace, and had met the Queen back when she had been alive, and had a picture of it, of the small elderly woman holding a sword at his shoulder.

Olivia knew what she was looking at, “holdup, she knighted you? Really? I mean lead with that one next time sir James…” she said with a laugh.

He held up his hand, “it was just ceremonial…nobody calls me that, except Bob when he has had too much to drink.”

“How the fuck do you get knighted though?” She asked, “I mean I thought that was just for actors and Presidents.”

“Service to the crown,” James replied. “For foreigners it is commonly for acting in a way that brings the USA and the UK closer together.”

She raised her hands and her eyebrows, telling him to continue.

“It is one of the stories I can’t say much about,” he said softly. “But I was on a mission in a bad place, and I carried a member of the Royal family out of danger to a boat…they were thankful. But again, it is just an honorary thing. That title and four quarters gets me about a dollar.”

Before they knew it the crowd was thinning out, and they decided to stay in town for a bit, just to enjoy the local atmosphere. And where they went local police were not far away, doing a sloppy job of shadowing them through town.

“Are we in trouble?” Olivia asked awkwardly when she noticed one of them was always close.

James smiled and nodded no, “it isn’t that, this is a courtesy I suspect, and insurance for Captain St. Pierre. I’m guessing Bob asked him to watch over us, and I suspect he doesn’t want some local to mug me and cause an incident.”

She could imagine what he meant, James had a dangerous look about him, even if you didn’t know he had been in the military for more than thirty years. She imagined her new husband going through muggers like Batman or something.

Olivia stopped in her tracks, looking at a pamphlet she got from the resort, “holy fuck, they have dancing tonight…” she said with a smile, obviously asking if they could go.

“We are hardly packed for a formal are we?” He replied with a laugh, “I mean what would we wear?”

“The thing from the hotel says come as you are, so let’s buy you a speedo if you want,” Olivia said with a laugh. “But I figure we can find something nice enough in our luggage…it would be fun!”

“I am not wearing a Speedo,” he replied in a snarky tone. “I just don’t think a dude can look good in one of those even if they are in shape.”

“We can wear whatever we want to baby, we can buy the tiniest string bikini on the island and I will wear it if you want me to,” she replied. “Come on, it would be nice to finish that dance we started at your place.”

James relented and said yes, not that he had planned to say no, and they wrapped up their excursion into town and grabbed a car back to their bungalow, or at least to the security building just off the road. They had been told not to have anyone all the way to their lodging, which was a good way to get robbed.

The resort security kept a close eye on the bungalows, but they didn’t want to get famous for their guests getting robbed.

After laying in the sun for a while and napping on a hammock hung over the water, they got dressed in the nicest clothing they had.

For James it was a somewhat dressy pair of shorts with a matching vest, over a Caribbean style button down. For Olivia it was a dress Bob’s wife had bought for her, having eye balled her size. And in the end Gigi had gotten it a little wrong, missing her size by a bit on the small side.

The tropical looking dress was a bit on the snug side, being at least a size too small, maybe two.

In truth Gigi had a keen eye for fashion, and knew what she was doing, she knew the dress would look great with Olivia’s lean body.

And she was right, on Olivia‘s perfect body, the dress looked even better than the designers could have hoped for.

It fit her narrow waist tightly, showed off her shapely and muscular ass, and lifted her B cup breasts a bit, accenting them to make her even more beautiful. For being too small it was also shorter than it would normally be, and Olivia it made it look all the better.

Olivia looked wonderful in anything, but she looked remarkable in that dress.

The newlyweds then spent the night at the resort dancing to wonderful music on a moonlit night with the best weather they could imagine. Olivia had numerous hummingbird smoothies, James did as well. He didn’t drink often, but something about the beauty of the place and his company softened his resolve a bit.

And with the smoothies they were drinking, a tasty mixture of strawberry, banana, pineapple, sweet cream and rum, and the rum wasn’t obvious. It was easy to drink too much, and James did drink more than he usually did.

They were probably the two best dancers on the floor, moving in rhythm with each other and the music. They were at it for two hours on the dance floor, with Olivia being the center of attention much of the time for her dancing ability and how her dress accented her great beauty.

And as the hours dragged on, Olivia kept bringing more of the tasty smoothies.

When they were exhausted they grabbed a resort car and got a ride back to their lodging.

They made it back to their bungalow, not smashed but certainly quite drunk, and went at it in bed for a good hour, with yet another enthusiastic fuck for both of them.

She had another group of orgasms, as she was having them two and three at a time with James, and him being a giving lover he would slow his pace each time to let her experience each fully.

Olivia was riding James cowgirl style when he orgasmed. He held her hips down onto him as he came, pushing up into her. When his orgasm finally finished, she laid on his chest and kissed him.

She rolled to the side and stared in his eyes, and ran her fingers on his chiseled jawline, “so…James, I have to ask, where are you on kids?” She asks softly, and his eyes went wide. “I mean you were married for a while, why no children? Something you don’t want?”

He laughed softly, “you are still on the pill right?” He said, but the sarcasm was obvious.

Olivia laughed, “I wouldn’t do that to you baby, not ever…” she replied. “That would be something we would both consent to trying for, never a surprise…unless it was an actual surprise…like birth control not working. But not something you wanted?”

“I always wanted children,” he replied softly. “My ex…she is a career woman, a prosecutor. She wanted to have her career, so it was a hard no to her.”

Olivia made an odd face, surprised to hear it, and he continued.

“So she was on the pill, and we used condoms, and she wanted me to pull out,” James continued. “She wanted me to get snipped, but that was a no for me…maybe one day, not like that though.”

“So what, she just hated the idea of kids?” Olivia asked softly.

“Well she said she did,” he replied. “I think she didn’t want them with me…”

That line carried in the air for a moment, a reminder of the tragedy both of them had come from.

“Till she left me and married a coworker from the DA’s office,” he continued after a pause. “She had his fucking kid like eight or nine months after she left, she was pregnant when she left me.”

Olivia just stared at her new husband, that was fucked up, she didn’t know what to say. That meant his wife had gotten off the birth control and was trying for a baby while cheating on him, that was fucked up.

Like what had his wife’s plan been? To leave him when she was showing and it couldn’t be denied? Or to pretend that James had been the father and hope the baby looked like him? What a bitch, she thought.

“Look Olivia, if you want them, and this works, we can go down that route,” he continued. “But you are just 19 years old, you have a lot of time for that, there is a lot of time to wait.”

Olivia frowned visibly, “if this works? How would this not work?” She replied somewhat harshly. “How exactly would this not fucking work? What am I supposed to wait for?”

James put his hands up in surrender, he had no intention of ever picking a fight with her, she was going through enough. He had not planned on this lasting when he agreed to it, he thought it nearly unfair to her to be married to a man of his age.

James had figured she would find someone else and move on after a short while, he just wanted to make sure she was taken care of and happy.

That was the genius of how Bob sold them the house. Bob sold it after they got married, and Olivia had paid the dollar. The house was at minimum community property on day one, and could be argued to be all hers. If they divorced in a week, she would own a house she could sell and live comfortably for years.

But he could see in her eyes, getting a bit red with emotion, showing some tears that it was not the right way to go right now in conversation.

He didn’t know what to say, how to make it right, James had never been great with people in any kind of personal conversation. He was a career soldier, he knew little else.

She didn’t wait for him to apologize, “we had this talk back home James, and I don’t fucking ever want to have it again.” She said in a voice cracking with emotion, “I wasn’t lying when I said how I felt about you, I love you!” She said, barely holding back a torrent of emotion amid her drunkenness.

“And I wasn’t lying when I said till **** do us part baby. I am in this forever, and I want that to be as long as it can possibly be.”

Maybe it was the ****, but he didn’t follow his instincts to just let it go, he really didn’t drink often.

“I am 53 years old, you are 19, I am a lot older than you, and you are going to be young and beautiful into your forties baby,” he replied. “I meant it when I said loved you too, I’m just…I am not used to someone loving me for a long time and meaning it. I haven’t been lucky that way.”

Olivia leaned in close and kissed him, “you think I have been?” She asked softly, in a whisper. “I am a mess, a hot fucking mess. I am socially awkward on my best day, and on most I am worse. I get anxiety attacks, I get nervous, and I say things I shouldn’t.”

James considered little things that had happened to suggest that, Olivia was a stunning beauty, but at times she was awkward, but in the cutest way he could imagine.

“I have never kept a boyfriend long at all, because none of them cared about me, who I am,” she continued softly, a tear rolling down her cheek in the moonlight. “All they wanted was my body just to fuck me…just to use me for sex.”

“I just about gave up on going on dates for how many man-children think it is sexy for them to kiss me and try and push my head down to their cock halfway through the first date.”

She remembered a series of bad experiences, one of her boyfriends had gotten her into bed and fucked her. When she was in his bathtub cleaning up after in a relaxing bath, he had walked in to use the bathroom, and had turned and peed all over her. On her face and in her hair, then he laughed as he walked out.

The boys had all wanted blowjobs, and she had given those to guys she liked, but they tended to lean towards being degrading. Like she had been willing to let them cum in her mouth, even as some didn’t taste very good, but some would lean back and cum on her face, or in her hair. One guy she slept over with had cum on her face as she slept, with Olivia waking up to him kneeling her her face jerking off, just as he orgasmed.

She hadn’t been lucky at all.

“I relate better with girls,” she continued. “But most of them wanted to fuck me as well, like I have been on sleep overs and woke up to a friend with my tit in her mouth, like who fucking does that? And I never gave any hints about that, I have no attraction to women at all.”

She was being selective in what she told her new husband. Once on a sleepover, the last Olivia had bothered with, a good friend and her had drunk quite a few glasses of wine, and her friend was flirty but Olivia didn’t respond to it. She woke up to her friend sitting on her face, rubbing her pussy on her mouth.

She hated that part of people, where they just wanted what was best for them, it was a part of why she had taken so quickly to James, why she loved him.

He sighed, they were both messed up, maybe in just the right way for each other.

“I have not had it easy, not really ever,” Olivia continued. “Moving all the time, changing schools, dodging debt collectors, my mom dying, my dad dying now…I don’t live life worried about ten years from now. In worried about today James. Today, tomorrow, next week, that’s it. The rest will take care of itself…or it won’t, but if we are happy in the mean time it was all worth it, wasn’t it?”

James smiled at the young woman, “I suspect yes, it would indeed have been worth it.” She laid her head against his chest and sniffled, she had been close to crying, and he kissed her on the forehead.

He was truly impressed at her outlook on life, he could learn a thing or two from her on processing trauma. And maybe it was the ****, but he decided it was time to talk about the scars on his chest. She had asked, and she had told of her trauma, it was his turn to give.

He ran her hand against a scar on his chest, a big one that was straight, made by a surgeon.

“So the scars…are you sure you want to know?” He asked in a whisper, “it isn’t a happy story.”

She nodded yes, seeming happy he was going to tell her what happened.

“It was a little under eleven months ago, they called me back to go on a mission,” James said. “Don’t ask where, but I was there because I spoke the language and knew the area, and I knew the bad guy we were going for on site.”

“We could have hit it from the air, but the brass wanted the guy alive,” he continued. “Or at least if dead, they wanted a body that could be identified.”

“I had trained up the team for it, in a mocked up set of buildings to practice the exact mission,” he continued. “But I found out my time was about done, when in training I kicked the door, and it wasn’t flying open anymore.”

Olivia nuzzled against his chest, running her fingers along his scars, “you still kick the doors in? I thought that was just in movies…”

“We do, but when your back is bad, and your knees aren’t what they used to be, you create less ****,” James replied. “And the last thing you want is to kick the door, not open it and give the bad guys warning. But yes, for a lot of years I was the first one in the room…”

“Before, for a long time, a very long time, I was the first off the boat, the first off the chopper, out of the plane…and the guy who kicked in the door,” he continued. “I planned most of them, I figured it was only right to take the first bullets myself.”

Olivia shuddered at that mention, recoiling at the idea of her new husband getting shot. Then in the moonlight she saw what were probably scars from gunshots to go with the other scars. She counted four, near his hip, his lower abdomen, upper chest and one by his clavicle.

“This time I let a man I had trained up for years do that job, my job…it was my job to face the first danger, and I didn’t do it.”

“He was a friend, a brother in arms, I was at his wedding, he was at my first wedding, and he was there for my divorce,” he continued, “and I got the plan wrong, and the intel wrong…I made a mistake, I didn’t go in first, and I got him killed. It was just as if I had killed my friend…”

There was a long pause, “I was in the floor below with the second team, our job was to secure the exfill route and intel. I heard the door go, then a flash bang, then a lot of shooting, but the wrong kind of gunfire.”

Olivia looked at her new husband oddly, what could be a wrong kind of gunfire.

“I heard 7.62mm fire, and a lot of it,” he continued. “That is what the bad guys shoot, it sounds different to ours…”

“My boys walked into a trap, one I sent them into,” he said with remorse. “My plan, and I wasn’t at the door with them…I wasn’t the one who went in first.”

“But if you had been first, you might have…” she started, and he nodded yes.

“Probably yes, but it was my job, my mission, my plan…my job to take that risk,” he continued.

“Three of my men died right there, but those that didn’t were all wounded critically,” he continued. “Then I heard it, the sound that haunts me. Like the sound of a full soda can hitting the floor, like ‘ting, ting, ting.” I saw it, they had dropped a frag right at our feet through a hole in the ceiling above. I saw the grenade roll to the feet of the youngest guy on the team, a good man with young wife and a newborn.”

There was a long pause, but Olivia didn’t push him, she kissed his chest and just held him as he spoke.

“I didn’t think, I pushed him away and dove on the grenade, I figured that was it, that was the ‘soldier’s ****’ people like me hope for…” he noticed she recoiled when he said hoped for, he didn’t quite mean it like that, it was a concept she might not be able to get.

He continued, and he felt the tears from Olivia on his chest. It wasn’t her job to keep it together, it was his. “I was wearing a Kevlar vest with some other protection, gloves, pads, eye protection, and more.”

“I had a plate in the front, right where the grenade was. When it went off I didn’t hear it or feel it, I saw a bright light, and I woke up in a field hospital not far away.”

“Did it hurt?” Olivia asked, not knowing what to say.

“When I came to, yes it did, they had kept me under for a week, trying to put some things back together,” James replied. “I broke my ribs, my arm, lacerated my kidney, got a severe concussion with some memory loss, and had a punctured lung deflate on me, and I lost about three feet of my small intestine. But that wasn’t what really hurt, that was just physical pain, they have medicine for that.”

Olivia felt badly for him in that moment, she couldn’t understand this pain. She realized the scars didn’t really represent physical pain to James.

“I have lost twenty two men under my command, good men, and every one of them should have been me,” he said softly. “I did my job knowing how it would probably end in one of those rooms, but somehow it wasn’t ever me. I failed all of them Olivia, I can’t ever shake that. I don't want to die, but I should have died a dozen times…”

There was a long pause, “I’m sorry…” Olivia said in a loving tone, now understanding why he didn’t tell the story before.

“It’s ok, I was in a hospital for two months, then in physical therapy and rehab, then in therapy therapy, with a shrink,” he replied. “I have only recently been cleared for action again, but they haven’t called me up.”

Holy fuck, that was why she hadn’t seen James much for a year. He had been around her entire life, but for a while she thought he had finally moved on or gotten laid.

“Like…hold on, you mean they might send you back to a place like that?” She asked, her voice cracking. “Can’t you do something here? In the states? You can’t go back to a place like that James…you can’t…”

She was getting nervous again, her tone was rising and her breathing became labored, that wouldn’t do. He had to calm her down.

“I had planned on it, but I don’t think they are going to let me go back into the field again,” he replied. “Too many injuries, and now medication, and just too fucking old now.”

Olivia leaned against his chest, she didn’t say it, but she thought it.

Good. Glad to fucking hear it.

“You don’t have to worry about that anymore,” James continued. “I lost my edge, I think I lost what made me able to do that job.”

She leaned up against him, not on his chest, but closer to his ear, embracing him and running her fingers through his hair, “really? What happened?” She worried this would be another story like he just told her.

She wanted to help him take the pain away, maybe letting him get it off his chest was the way to do it. But fuck, she didn’t like hearing about pain he was in like that.

“Do you know what courage is Olivia?” He asked.

“I don’t know, running into danger?” She replied.

“Not quite, courage is being afraid, and going ahead even when you are afraid,” James replied. “A soldier who is afraid but charges in with the rest of us, a firefighter running into a burning building, a woman leaving an abuser, trying for a new life. There can be no courage without fear, and I never felt fear before, not in combat.”

She just looked at him, she didn’t get it, “how could you not be afraid?”

“I just wasn’t ever afraid, I figured I was already dead…”

“I knew at some point I was not going to make it out of there, pretty much every time I went in. I figured I would be a better soldier if I assumed I was already dead, that the bullets just hadn’t hit me yet,” he continued. “I had nothing in my life to lose, nobody who would miss me if I were gone.”

“Bullshit, what about my dad?” Olivia replied. “He adores you…and please don’t talk about bullets hitting you.”

“Your pops would have been fine,” he replied, trying to remember not to talk about getting shot, or stabbed, or thrown out of a second story window. “Till this week he was my only beneficiary.”

‘Well fuck’, she thought. He meant her, she was his beneficiary now, and he had calculated his value based on what his **** would give people. Just on the inheritance and life insurance left behind. That was all he thought he was worth, and that needed to change.

“Anyway, now I don’t feel that way, and I feel selfish for it,” he continued. “I made a promise to your dad to look after you, and I made a promise to you…the richer or poorer forever thing…”

“And this is going to sound sappy as fuck,” he continued. “But I have never felt like I do around you, not for five minutes of my life. You sacred me…”

Olivia’s eyes went wide, “when I picked up yo last week, I knew what the right thing to do was, the noble thing,” he continued. “And I didn’t think I could do it…”

“What was that?” She replied, “you were honorable with me…you did the right things, right?”

“I meant to be Olivia, I meant to make you happy, marry you, and when I finally bought it on a mission, or when you found someone better, then I would make sure you were taken care of financially forever.”

She started to get angry again, she didn’t like him talking like this, she started to reply but he held a hand up, “please, let me finish…”

“When you kissed me on the cheek, that first moment, all of that changed,” James continued. “My knees went weak, in a moment I imagined the wedding, having kids with you, sharing my life with you, things I had never felt…in that moment I feared for dying on the job, I haven’t ever felt that way before.”

“You made me want to be a better man, you make me want to stick around, and to live my life as close to you as I can for a long time.”

“I thought the honorable thing was to let you get free of me, to live your life with someone your age, someone better,” he continued. “But then I didn’t think I could, in that first moment in the car I wondered what you would look like in twenty years…”

Olivia laid on his chest and started sobbing, not sad, just processing too much emotion. She couldn’t keep it in, he just held her for a long while.

“I’m not going anywhere baby,” Olivia said in a voice strained by crying. “Not ever, wherever we are I will be there with you, right here beside you…”

She straightened up and looked him in the eyes, “if you leave the army and you need me to work I will, I have a friend a Hooters who said she could get me a job.” Olivia was getting nervous here, he could tell as she continued, she was speaking very quickly now. “She gets groped and stared at, but nothing serious, I can put up with that if we need it, you don’t have to stay in the army to take care of me.”

In truth her friend had told her she did more, as her manager expected each of the waitresses to suck his dick once a week, and with twenty one waitresses he got his dick sucked a lot. But Olivia would do what she needed to do to keep James home from war. She would dance on a pole if she had to.

But she had no idea how much money he made, or for how long he had made it.

“I mean, the house thing with Bob, that has got to be bullshit right?” She continued. “People don’t give away houses…but we can find something.”

James picked up his phone and opened an email, it was a Docusign to buy the house, with a lot of places to sign digitally. “No baby, the house is real, it is ours, Bob isn’t like regular people and he is very well off…him giving us that house meant less to him than buying you the Mustang meant to me, a lot less.”

Olivia stared at the phone, she hadn’t considered it could be real. She scrolled down, seeing a lot of signatures, and places for hers, they were both buying it.

“I am going to turn in my papers and retire from the army reserves,” he continued. “I have done enough time, and I will scale back the work at my full time job as well…we are going to have a lot of time to get to know each other.”

Olivia squealed in joy, smothering him in a powerful hug, “and if you want to work you can, but not at fucking Hooters,” he continued. “Maybe get back to college first? If you are worried about professors behaving I can introduce myself…”

She smiled, that didn’t sound too bad. But what sounded a lot better was James being done with combat. She wanted this to last a very long time, she could hardly bear the thought of him leaving. Knowing he would be in danger.

“It will take some time Olivia,” he continued. “There is a lot of paperwork, I get to talk to HR, to counselors, all of that. It will take months, but I will start when we get back. I mean, I will have some time left where they can tell me what I need to do, that might not be over, but it is close, very close.”

Olivia missed that last part, she was so excited, as her anxiety fell away she tended to get happier than normal on the other side of the swing, and she was there now.

She kissed him and held him, and she smiled and kissed her way down his abdomen and started sucking his cock again. It wasn’t hard, but he was bigger soft than some of the cocks Olivia had seen erect. She kissed it and sucked it till he was hard, and then gave him the most aggressive blowjob she had ever given a man.

She used her hands, she really put in the effort with her neck and upper body bobbing up and down, and she sucked on him hard as she did it, making pretty quick work of him. She moaned in pleasure as he came in her mouth in five minutes or so.

She sucked him gently till he was soft, then smiled at him and swallowed his cum. Then she went to go rinse her mouth, but he pulled her in for a kiss, which she tried to resist.

“No, James…that isn’t right, you shouldn’t taste that,” she said, turning her face away from him. “Every guy she had been with had treated her like she was dirty after they came in her mouth, it was how things were, but James didn’t think of it that way.

“I mean, come on Olivia, I ate you out and you orgasmed, and you kissed me,” he replied. “I fingered you and you sucked my fingers, how is it any different? I mean really?”

“Guys like that…” she replied sheepishly. “My girlfriends talk about how crazy guys get about the idea of girls eating pussy, of even tasting their own, just trying to be good to you.”

He kissed her deeply, “I love you, and I don’t care…you be you, ok?”

She smiled, and kissed him deeply in return.

With that, the rest of their honeymoon went better than the start of it, and the start was fantastic.

A few more days of solitude in the bungalow, days of sex and of love. An adventure to start their life together.

They packed up what little they brought and a hotel car took them to the airport they arrived at. And the police captain they had met was there to see them off, giving a firm handshake and a salute to James, who returned it.

“It was a pleasure having you major, I hope you come again sometime,” Captain St. Pierre said. “Travel safely, and please give the colonel my regards.”

The flight back home was about as eventful as the flight to St. Lucia. A nap, some dinner, a movie both of them watched, and in the middle of the night when the cabin was dark Olivia pulled a blanket over both of them, and gave James a slow handjob.

She was quiet and subtle about it, and when he said he was close, Olivia leaned down and sucked his dick with the blanket over her to finish him off. It wasn’t quite the mile high club, but it was close, and for Olivia it was a thrill.

For James it was just another unexpected surprise from the beautiful young woman he had just married.

Olivia tucked his cock away, then lifted herself up and swallowed his cum, “it isn’t every flight you get two in flight meals, is it?” She asked before taking a drink of water to chase his semen down her throat.

“No…it certainly is not,” James replied to her.