The Honeymoon

I willed her to hurry! Her teasing had kept me in a state of arousal for so long now that I wouldn’t have thought it possible. I couldn’t take any more.

The worst of the teasing had come just the night before. After we had wrapped up the brief rehearsal dinner, she pulled me aside to whisper in my ear again, “This time tomorrow, you’ll finally get the chance to fuck me.” Through my shirt, she dug her nails into my back as she continued, “I can’t wait to feel your hard cock in my pussy.” She gave me a smile that told me she really enjoyed making the wait as difficult for me as possible.

And that she did. My heart had been racing ever since.

Sarah stopped directly in front of me and reached down to unfasten her belt. I moved my hand toward her, but she smacked it away. I yanked it back in surprise.

“Have patience,” she admonished with a smile. She was taking her time on purpose, teasing me as long as she could.

With her belt unfastened, she let her shorts slide down to the floor, lifting one foot out and using the other to toss them toward where her blouse had landed. Her white panties matched the bra perfectly.

She wrapped her arms around my neck. “You have to prove that you can control yourself, darling,” she explained. Then she leaned forward and kissed me.

We kissed during the wedding ceremony, but not like this. This was like nothing I ever felt before. Her lips were warm and moist. She was breathing softly through her nose; my breath was harsh and ragged. She used her lips to pull mine apart and slid her tongue into my mouth, gently pressing it against mine. The taste and feeling… it made me feel weak in the knees.

She pulled back long enough to pull my shirt off, then we were kissing again. But she didn’t immediately put her arms back around my neck. When she did embrace me again, she pushed her body against mine and I could instantly feel that she had taken her bra off. Her nipples were poking me in the most delightful way. I pulled her more tightly to me and pushed my tongue deeper into her mouth. She moaned and matched my intensity.

She slid one arm off my shoulder. She took my hand in hers and lifted it onto her ass, and I squeezed instinctively. She put that arm back around my neck before dropping the other to place my other hand on her naked breast. Again, I squeezed without thinking about it. Her smooth skin, the softness of her flesh – I had never held anything that felt more right in my hand. I expected it to feel nice, but it felt fulfilling in a way that defied explanation. I swear, I almost passed out, but Sarah just continued to kiss me.

It was so amazing that I briefly forgot about the pain of my restrained erection.

It felt like we were there for hours, but I’m sure it was only a few minutes. Finally, Sarah broke off the kiss and leaned back to smile at me. The pain of my confined cock returned, more intense than ever.

“I love you,” was all I could manage. My voice cracked with emotion. Sarah touched my cheek; I was crying.

Sarah smiled even wider, “I love you too, baby.”

She reached down and loosened my belt, unbuttoned my pants, and bent at the waist to lower them to the floor. Behind her, her naked ass poked straight out into the air. I reached out and grabbed it again.

Sarah popped back up immediately and smacked my hand harder than last time.

“Control yourself!” she snapped. Her tone was less playful now, but I thought that married people did things like that. Was I not supposed to touch her? My brain was feeling fuzzy with arousal and I wasn’t at all sure anymore. I looked away, feeling ashamed of myself for getting carried away and making her unhappy.

That was when I noticed the open blinds again. I was so focused on her that it didn’t occur to me that she opened them up, then immediately started to undress. But we were totally visible to anyone walking by. It was nearing dusk, but a few people were still hanging around. For just a second, I would’ve sworn two of the guys sitting by the pool were staring right at us. As soon as I noticed them, they both got up and left.

“Shouldn’t we close the blinds?” I asked, looking back at Sarah.

She shrugged like it didn’t matter at all, “I guess so.”

I was about to step around her to close them, since I was still wearing boxers, but she walked quickly to the door before I could move. She took her time closing the blinds, as if she wanted to be seen in nothing but panties. Those guys walked past the door and looked right at her. If she noticed, she made no sign. She just finished closing then and turned up the dimmable floor lamp next to the door.

Before I could ask why she was acting so weird, she stepped back from the lamp and bent over at the waist. She pulled her panties down to her ankles and stepped out of them. I couldn’t speak. I could only stare at her naked ass. My gaze lowered to her pussy lips poking out through her thick thighs. She had short dark pubic hair that I found myself really wanting to touch. I was mesmerized. She straightened slowly and turned back to smile at me.

She pulled her hair back and tied it up in a ponytail, and her raised arms pulled her breasts up and slightly apart. They were not big but they fit her slender frame beautifully. Her nipples were reddish-brown, and the left breast was slightly larger than the right. The minor imperfection just made her more desirable somehow. I was so turned-on that I started to worry that I would climax before she ever even touched my dick.

Her tummy was flat but not toned. Her skin looked soft and smooth, and my eyes moved down to her pussy. From the front, it looked even more inviting and I took an unconscious step closer.

“So, husband,” she began, drawing my attention back up to her face, “are you ready to take that thing off?” She inclined her head toward my groin.

I was so excited I was near tears again. My voice was shaky, “Yes, very.”

Sarah seemed completely calm, but said “I’m excited too.” She began to ease toward me again. “That’s why you need to control yourself. If you don’t stay calm, you’ll cum before you can satisfy me.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry,” I said. I wasn’t even sure what I was apologizing for anymore, I couldn’t think straight.

“I forgive you. Now take off your boxers.”

Despite her instruction to calm down, I had those boxers off in less than a second. I was not mentally capable of being calm at that moment.

She chuckled, but I wasn’t sure if it was because of my eagerness or seeing my caged manhood for the first time. We had talked about it many times but, suddenly, I felt a little embarrassed about it. I wasn’t sure why, though. She always said how much she adored that I had stayed completely chaste. And she was my wife; she was the one person that wouldn’t judge me, right? But there was something about the way she was looking at it.

I decided I must just be too in my own head. I was so nervous about having sex for the first time that the anxiety was messing with me. There was no reason to be shy in front of my wife.

“Lie down on the bed,” she said, firmly. I obeyed without a second thought.

She walked over to where I had set down our bags, grabbed hers from the floor, and brought it over to set it on the bed beside me. I was lying on my side in the center of the bed, with my head raised up on one arm, watching her.

She snapped her finger and pointed down. I lay back immediately and she smiled again, “Good boy.” It made me feel really good to make her happy.

There was still a small voice in the back of my mind telling me that she was acting strangely, but my thoughts were so clouded by arousal that I was beyond worrying about it. I was not about to sabotage my chance to lose my virginity by saying something thoughtless.

Sarah rummaged through her bag for a minute and pulled out some sort of straps. “Okay, this is what we’re gonna do,” she looked me straight in the eyes, “since you’ve proven that you have a hard time controlling yourself when you’re horny, I’m going to tie down your arms and legs.”

“Anything you want,” I responded, and I meant it.

She wrapped one end of the strap around my wrist and tied the other end to the bed frame, then repeated the process with the other arm and both legs. She moved so confidently, and bound me so securely so quickly that I couldn’t help but think she must have done it before. She confessed that she touched herself occasionally, but she never mentioned having sex. I couldn’t think of another reason she would tie someone down to a bed, though.

“I don’t want to be rude, but you’ve been acting differently ever since we got here.” I meant to sound neutral, but it came out a bit nervous. Sarah sat on the bed beside me, and placed a hand on my cheek. My heart, and any resolve I had felt in that moment, melted at her touch.

“Don’t be silly, baby. I love you so much.” She leaned over and kissed me passionately.

My brain ceased functioning again. My tube was instantly excruciatingly tight. I groaned in discomfort. Sarah sprang up, smiling.

“I’m sorry, I almost forgot,” she said. She turned slightly to look at my struggling dick, taking off her necklace as she did. I whimpered as she moved the key toward the lock. She froze and looked at me with narrowed eyes, “Have you really never touched yourself? Like, at all?”

“Just to clean it.”

She bit her lower lip, and spoke just above a whisper, “So there’s a whole lifetime of cum built up in here?” I wasn’t sure she was really talking to me anymore. She seemed lost in thought as she reached out her hand and softly caressed my balls.

I was wholly unprepared for how intense that feeling would be. Her fingers on my sensitive skin felt incredible; more than incredible. The hard plastic tube thwarting my cock’s efforts to grow hurt more than it ever had in my life.