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 ļ>æCallum And Rebecca by Louisesy

   Part 2

   The Honeymoon continues to get crazy.

   Following their day at the beach, with two old Frenchmen, Claude and
Eric, covering Rebecca's young, petite body in cum, the couples third
evening was different to the previous two.  Rebecca and Callum felt chilly
and regretful.

   Claude and Eric were sat with their wives, not far from the young couple
during the entertainment show.  The old men were courteous and polite, only
nodding and smiling when their wives weren't around to catch them paying
the beautiful woman attention.  Rebecca eventually got up to leave.  Callum
left his drink and followed his wife, desperate to ensure she was ok.

   "Are you ok?" he asked after her.

   "I just need some air.  I couldn't breathe in there with those two in
the same room as us."

   The couple held hands and talked their way towards the beach.  It was
lovely and warm.  Peaceful and quiet.  The moon was out, casting an amber
setting over the lapping waves and white sands.  The beach was empty now,
with all the sun beds stacked up ready for the morning.  The beach bar was
closed.  It was the perfect place to clear the air.

   "It has gotten a little crazy since we got here, hasn't it?" Callum
admitted.

   "You can say that again," Rebecca huffed.

   Callum sighed and squeezed his wife's hand.  "I'm sorry, Beck.  I
shouldn't have let things get out of hand."

   "You don't need to apologise, Callum.  We're both consenting adults."

   "Maybe, but I'm your husband.  I'm supposed to protect you."

   Rebecca stopped them walking and looked at her husband.  "I don't need
protecting.  I drew my lines and we stepped over them slightly.  Perhaps we
just need to talk about what we're playing at before we go sneaking off to
the rocks for kinky sex."

   "I don't regret what you did with those guys today.  I do feel we were
played though.  Seeing them together in the bar did make me jealous and
bitter."

   "I didn't like seeing them in there either.  Like you, I don't regret
what we've done if we're cool with each other."

   "Always!" Callum said firmly.  "If you cheated on me that would be
different but doing it together, I can handle that."

   "Can we?  Look at us after seeing them.  We just walked out of the bar
and now we're having this conversation."

   "Only because we didn't have it sooner.  Yesterday was by chance. 
Claude caught us by accident, and we let our feelings get the better of us.
I think Claude brought his friend along today on purpose.  They must have
been on the beach watching us."

   "I agree.  It scared me today."

   "Why?  I would have never let them hurt you."

   "I know that, but I almost told them to fuck me."

   "Seriously?"

   "I wasn't thinking clearly.  I was tipsy and horny, and you didn't make
me cum.  I'm not blaming you.  It was like I was dreaming a fantasy.  I
could do anything I wanted and then wake up to find it was just a wet
dream. Only it wasn't a dream.  We could have been standing here with me
having had sex with two strangers today.  Two very fucking old strangers. I
wouldn't be able to cope with that.  What they did was crazy enough.  What
I did."

   "But we aren't standing here under those circumstances, are we?  And you
didn't tell them to fuck you.  A good job you didn't to."

   Rebecca giggled and looked up at the moon, thinking how crazy things
actually were.  "You would have let me fuck me; wouldn't you have?"

   "In that situation I need to know what you want.  How far you're
prepared to go.  Otherwise, we're going to end up doing some crazy shit."
Rebecca held her husband's hand and they continued walking along the
shoreline.

   "Yesterday, I was excited to have sex with you on the beach during the
day," she began to explain.  "I wouldn't feel safe having sex out here at
night.  When Claude showed up it was all about the thrill of being watched.
He is fat and ugly.  He's as old as hell!" They laughed.

   "His mate wasn't much better," Callum chuckled.

   Rebecca laughed with embarrassment.  "It's being watched, Callum. 
That's what I realised turned me on so much.  The risk of getting caught.
But then we did get caught and I needed more."

   "Be honest with me, Becky.  If they had been younger or at least
attractive, would you have told them to fuck you?"

   "What are we talking about, Callum?  We're supposed to be on our
honeymoon," Rebecca sighed.

   Callum stopped the walk this time.  "We are on our honeymoon.  We just
happen to be unexpectedly living out a few fantasies during it.  Would you
have let a younger, attractive guy fuck you today?"

   "Would you?"

   "Yes.  I would have even let you fuck Claude and Eric.  I was barely in
control of my feelings myself."

   "I'd be standing here feeling guilty.  Like I'd cheated on you, but yes,
if that had been two younger, attractive guys standing there watching us, I
would have let them fuck me in front of you on the beach.  What the hell
does that say about me?"

   "It says you're a sexy hotwife!" Callum grinned, hugging her.  "Listen,
let's go back to room for an early night.  Forget about what's happened. 
We'll put it down to experience and keep sex in the room before we do
something it sounds like we'll regret."

   "I feel peckish."

   "We can order room service.  Get one of those thin crust pizzas you
like."

   The couple walked in love back to their room, agreeing to put a stop to
their sexual beach activities.  They weren't just in danger of doing
something they'd regret sexually; they were at greater risk of being lynch
mobbed and arrested in a foreign country for indecent exposure.

   Back at the room Callum ordered two small pizzas from room service while
Rebecca opened two small bottles of wine from the mini bar.  They then sat
out on the balcony.  As they quietly sipped their drinks, Callum's mind
began throwing up all kinds of thoughts.  He'd seen his wife do more than
he could have ever dreamed, and she wasn't ashamed of it.

   "I know we've only been married a week, but we've been together since we
were seventeen.  If you're ready to experience another man, then I'm ready
to support you."

   "Hang on a second," Rebecca chuckled.  "Have you forgotten the
conversation we just had on the beach."

   Callum smiled.  "Of course I haven't.  If it's what we both want, we
just have to plan it properly.  Talk it through.  Think of all the things
that could go wrong.  Be prepared.  Have safe words and have proper
planning."

   "If I think about it too much I couldn't do it.  It's the spontaneity of
it that turned me on yesterday and today.  But that scares the hell out of
me to."

   "Then we make sure we're prepared for the unexpected."

   "How?"

   "Take today for instance.  We didn't go there expecting or wanting to be
caught.  Sure, it was in the back of our minds, making it more exciting. 
If we had condoms just in case, you could have had sex if Claude and Eric
were a hundred years younger." The couple burst out laughing.

   "And what about the all-important aftermath?" Rebecca raised her
eyebrows playfully, but still demanding a sensible response.

   "After letting those guys cum over your tits, Claude twice, was their
age really an issue?"

   "No, but I'd regret having sex with guys of that age.  They were too old
to be having sex with."

   "Too old to suck them off?" Callum wondered.

   "Yes.  Letting them inside my mouth is worse than letting them between
my legs."

   "Did you think Claude was going to fuck you today, when he got between
your legs?"

   "Yes.  That's what scared me the most.  If he tried I don't think I
could have stopped him."

   "Don't worry.  I was ready to pull him away if you didn't consent."

   "I wanted pizza but now I want your cock instead," Rebecca laughed.

   "Or maybe you want the room service guys cock?" Callum teased his wife.

   "Mmm, never thought about a black man before," Rebecca teased back.

   "I dare you to answer the door topless," Callum smirked.

   "What if it's a woman?" came Rebecca's quick response.

   "Check the spy hole first." Callum's excitement bubbled.

   Rebecca mused for a moment.  "It's too obvious."

   "So what.  It'll be fun hiding in the bathroom while my wife invites
room service into the room with only her panties on."

   "You're dead serious!" Rebecca laughed, finishing her glass of wine.

   "I'll tell you what," Callum smirked mischievously.  "If I feel your
pussy and it's wet, you have to do it."

   Rebecca laughed again.  "Then I've already lost."

   "Will you do it?"

   "What do you want me to do exactly?"

   "Just let him get a good look at you topless or naked.  Let him put the
tray of food down and maybe you flirt with him."

   "I'll scare him half to death.  Their jobs mean everything to them. 
Besides, I haven't consumed enough alcohol," Rebecca laughed, toying with
the idea.

   "We can soon fix that," Callum gave his wife a devilish chuckle and went
to the mini bar.  He mixed two small bottles of Jack Daniels in with some
coke and handed a glass to Rebecca.

   "Cheers, and here's to carrying on from where we left off," he grinned.

   "I'm not fucking him, assuming it is a man," Rebecca laughed.  "Cheers!"

   Grinning playfully, the couple downed the Jacks and Coke and then had
another round for good measure.  By the time the knock came at their door,
Rebecca was feeling the courage and buzz from the alcohol.

   Callum hurried towards the door, peeking through the spy hole.  "It's a
guy," he became excited.  "Looks about twenty."

   "I'll kill you if you're lying!" Rebecca smiled, closing the balcony
curtains before slipping off her dress and shoes.

   "I'll be watching from the bathroom." An excited Callum then hid behind
the bathroom door, leaving it open just enough so he could steal looks
inside the main room.

   "Room service!" A young male voice spoke up, followed by a louder knock
on the door.

   "I can't believe I'm doing this, Rebecca giggled to herself nervously,
tossing her bra aside.  She then hurried towards the door in just a black
thong.  "Two seconds!" she told the man.

   The young, petite wife took a few deep breaths, thinking of an excuse
for being in such a state of undress.  She knew there wasn't one when she
opened the door and invited the young, black man inside.

   "Sorry to keep you waiting.  I was about to take a shower.  My husband
was supposed to let you in but he's popped downstairs to get some
cigarettes.  Please come in," Rebecca spoke some fast nonsense, with only
her head peering around the door.

   "Cigarettes?" Callum sniggered inside the bathroom, having never smoked
one in his life.

   "The young black man entered the room with a pearly white room service
smile for the five-star guest.  He was only nineteen, barely a month on the
job.  It wasn't until he walked the length of the room, and placed the tray
down, did he turn around to wish Rebecca she enjoy the meal and her
evening.

   Finding a topless giggling, slightly drunk, petite brunette, he beamed.
He knew she was married.  Having heard so many rumours about guests fooling
around with staff, particularly white married couples, he looked the short
tourist up and down, wondering if the rumours were true.

   "Alejandro," Rebecca blushed, reading the name badge on his pristine
white shirt.  She then looked him up and down with her heart racing and
mind spinning, wondering where the hell she was going to go with this.

   "Hello, Miss," the black man grinned, also wondering where this was
going, but more hopeful than worried.

   "You're cute," Rebecca flirted as Alejandro kept looking at her tits and
rock-hard nipples.

   "Thank you, Miss," he beamed.  "You are very beautiful."

   "I'm sorry, Alejandro, but my husband has taken all our money with him.
He doesn't trust his wife with anything." Rebecca didn't recognise herself
as she flirted playfully.  Neither did her husband, who felt as if he was
having a heart attack inside the bathroom.  "I don't have any money to tip
you," she said, as if she were staring in a corny porn movie.

   The young black man was no stranger to the advances of local Dominican
girls.  He knew a flirt when he saw one, and he wasn't about to let a
little thing like language get in the way.  His English wasn't great, but
it was more than adequate to communicate in this situation.

   "It's ok, Miss.  You are very, very beautiful.  Sexy," he beamed,
staring at the married guests tits.

   "Would you accept a kiss from me?  As your tip." Rebecca was slowly
backing up towards the bathroom door, almost tripping over her words and
feet as the adrenaline had her feeling nauseous.

   "Husband?" Alejandro wondered, wanting to kiss the beautiful white
European woman, but not wanting to risk losing his job in the process.

   Rebecca locked the door and grinned with so much nervousness and
excitement, she thought she was going to explode.  "He'll never know if
we're quick," she whispered.

   Alejandro stepped up to Rebecca, towering above her, and swept her off
her feet.  At five-two she was no match for the five-ten, slim black man.
He treated her with the respect she probably didn't deserve, making it all
the more erotic for Rebecca and Callum.

   Moaning and sighing, with another man's tongue suddenly down her throat,
Rebecca grabbed his shoulders and closed her eyes.  She didn't feel like a
wife in that moment.  She felt like a promiscuous teenager making out
behind the school disco.

   Alejandro gently pushed her up against the wall.  His back was to the
bathroom, unaware the husband of the woman he was kissing was watching with
his cock out.  Callum was slowly stroking it as his wife quickly became
lost in their fantasy again.

   The young black man was also living out a fantasy of his own, having a
white woman in his hands.  He brought them up the sides of her slender body
to feel her breasts.  Rebecca was so wet and turned on she could only moan
when the young man covered them with his hands.  She then started sighing
when he began to squeeze and grip them.

   Callum couldn't believe what he was witnessing.  His beautiful wife
being dominated by a young black man from room service.  She didn't open
her eyes to make eye contact with her husband.  Rebecca was too involved
with what Alejandro was doing to her.  The kiss was raunchy.

   Alejandro then crouched slightly to suck on the guests tits and nipples.
He moved slowly.  Rebecca flung her head back breathlessly and grabbed the
back of the young man's head, sighing yes when a hand rubbed outside the
small triangle of fabric covering her mound.  Two long black fingers pulled
it across and moved inside.

   "Oh, fuck!" The wife gasped.  Alejandro rubbed her soaking wet pussy
lips.

   He groaned with his mouth stuck on Rebecca's swollen right tit.  He
sucked harder on the firm, white teat and rubbed her throbbing clit.  He
then switched to sucking on the left on, slipping a finger inside her juicy
hole at the same time.  The black fingers were long.  They were also the
second set of fingers to ever go inside Rebecca.

   Clinging to the nineteen-year-old, she continued panting while Alejandro
finger fucked her and sucked on her tits.  Right there in the hotel room
with her husband close by.  The young black man didn't slow down, he was
planning on fucking the naughty white bitch.

   "Yes!  I'm gonna cum!" Yes!" Rebecca screamed.

   Alejandro groaned, releasing her nipple from his mouth so he could watch
the look on her pretty face when he made her tight, wet, married pussy
spasm out of control on his hand.

   The petite brunette was up against the wall, looking as if she were
trying escape as she writhed her back against it.  But the last thing she
wanted to do was escape.  Rebecca finally opened her eyes and looked past
Alejandro.  While the black man made her cum on his two fingers jammed
right up inside her, the newlyweds were locking eyes, sharing an intensely
new high in their long relationship but week-old marriage.

   "Fuck!" Rebecca gasped, pushing the member of staff away from her body.

   He stood back grinning, unbuckling his belt with two very sticky
fingers. Rebecca was panting for breath.  Callum nodded for her to continue
in any way she saw fit.

   "Fuck?" Alejandro grinned, looking very excited.

   "I can't!  Rebecca sighed loudly.  "But I want to suck your cock."

   The horny wife slid her back down the wall and then fell forwards onto
her knees.  She didn't care for the colour of the man's cock, she just
wanted to see it.  Alejandro had unbuckled his belt and pulled down his
zipper.  Rebecca urgently took over and fished her hand inside.  She gasped
at what she immediately found.

   Not needing to look very far, she had her hand on something very thick
and hard.  Rebecca pulled it out and gasped at how big it was.  Callum
missed a few heart beats when he saw the look of amazement in his wife's
green eyes.

   Rebecca consciously moved to the side, so her husband could watch what
she was about to do.  Callum's eyes then popped and stretched fully open.
His wife was stoking a thick black cock that looked to be pushing eight
inches in length.

   Alejandro evaporated from the young wife's reality.  He could have been
a statue from the waist up for all she cared.  All she was interested in
was the fine specimen in her hand, as the skin tone started to have an
affect on her.  Rebecca quickly came to love how dark it was in her white
hand.  She was smiling at it, amazed how four cocks in two days could all
have the exact same purpose, yet be so different.

   Her husband was more than adequate, and she loved him.  He was all she
knew.  Claude and Eric were old and wrinkly but having them wank and cum
over her was still exciting, even if touching their cocks wasn't really
what she wanted to do.  But Alejandro, young, hung, virile and black, he
was different she thought.  But did he taste different?  She wondered,
opening her mouth to find out.

   Callum swallowed hard as he watched his one true love flick out her
tongue, curiously, to lick the dark purple head on the black cock in her
hand.  Its owner sighed and brushed Rebecca's hair aside with his hand.

   She was so turned on and excited she gave it a few more licks before
attempting to take it into her mouth.  Alejandro moaned when her soft lips
closed around his shaft and her head began to bob slowly back and forth.

   Callum squeezed his cock, listening to his wife's humming moans and
slurping noises, combined with Alejandro's deep masculine groans.  The
husbands gaze was wide, feeding his brain images it couldn't rationalise.
As the fresh memory of his wife, walking down the aisle in a stunning ivory
wedding dress, flashed before his eyes, they were quickly suppressed by the
real time images of that same woman on her knees sucking and enjoying the
nineteen-year-old cock of a black man on her honeymoon.

   Callum felt jealousy, guilt and dizzy.  He also felt excitement,
adrenaline, and a sense that something emotional was trying to align
somehow.  It was reality and fantasy meeting together like two tectonic
plates.  They rubbed together, causing deeper confusion, but the earthquake
didn't come...  not yet.

   Rebecca closed her eyes and worked as much of the big black cock into
her small mouth as possible.  She loved giving her husband a blowjob.  Ten
years of only doing it to him had prepared her for this moment.  Knowing
what her husband did and didn't like, she wasn't too concerned if it
matched Alejandro's preferences.  She simply followed the patterns she knew
and trusted.

   The young black man didn't complain.  He thought she was doing a great
job.  The wife wasn't fazed or put off by how big he was, as she hungrily
and greedily kept on sucking his thick length.  But Rebecca could only
manage to get six inches inside her mouth before she started to choke and
cough.  She pulled back and tried again, but it was too much.  The girth
was stretching her mouth.

   So, she switched things up and started licking the big pair of black
balls hanging down between his skinny legs.  She then licked her tongue
along the length of the throbbing black muscle.  Taking a breather, she
looked up at Alejandro.  He was smiling with laboured breathing.  He ran
his fingers through her hair while she felt his thick, spongey, black pubic
hair.  Everything masculine about him was the same as her husband, yet so
different at the same time.

   The ravenous, curious wife then went back to sucking and stroking
Alejandro's meaty cock.  She wanted that cum all over her tits.  She wanted
to stroke it out of his balls and watch it cover her chest.  Stroking fast
from the base of the shaft, Rebecca sucked frantically on the head.

   "Urrrr!  Mmm!  AquĆ­ viene!  AquĆ­ viene!" The young black man exclaimed
in Spanish that he was going to cum.

   Rebecca didn't need a translator, nor did Callum.  The universal body
language was clear.  Instead of doing what she set out to do, have the
young black man cover her tits, Rebecca continued stroking and sucking. 
Her mind kept her hand and mouth glued to the big black cock.  She started
moaning louder, encouraging Alejandro to fire at will.

   With a deep groan from his soul, Alejandro grabbed the back of Rebecca's
head and started shooting thick ropes and warm cum to the back of her
throat.  She stopped sucking and moved her head back a little, stretching
her lips wider to stroke the pulsing black cocks cum into her mouth. 
Several shots landed on her tongue before the last one hit her lips and
chin.

   Giggling while Alejandro shook and groaned, Rebecca pushed the stray
shot into her mouth to join the large pool of cum she was holding, before
swallowing it down.  Her eyes winced and she coughed at the salty tang it
left behind, when someone else's cum, other than her husbands, slid down
her throat for the first time in her life.

   "Quickly!" Rebecca laughed.  "You must go before my husband returns."

   Alejandro began to panic.  He fixed his uniform and exited the room with
no time to thank the guest or show his appreciation.  As soon as the door
was closed and locked again, Callum burst out of the bathroom and bent his
giggly wife over the bed.

   "That was hot as fuck!" His voice trembled, slapping Rebecca's arse
before before thrusting his cock inside her dripping wet cunt.

   "Did you see how big that thing was!" she laughed, then groaned when she
started getting fucked.

   "Do you think you could have handled him fucking you like this?" Callum
hissed, hammering in and out the back end of his hot wife.

   Rebecca clutched at the bedsheets, panting whilst telling her husband
how big the young black man was in her mouth.  Listening to his beautiful
wife share her experience and drop in how she reckoned Alejandro would have
ruined her tight, white pussy for sure, sent them both over the edge.  They
climaxed together before falling onto the bed in a heap.

   The fourth day of their seven-night honeymoon saw the couple spending
the day away from everyone else, down by the rocks.  They weren't looking
to broaden their horizons any further than they already had.  It was a
quiet spot they choose to sunbathe and discuss where they were going with
all this.

   Every half an hour or so another couple would wander close by, enjoying
a stroll along the beach.  Rebecca remained topless, feeling at home with
exposing her breasts in public.  The couple were more concerned with
straightening things out than getting up to mischief on the beach.

   The day began with huge relief when the couple saw Claude and Eric
checking out of the hotel with their wives and a coach load of other French
tourists.  At least now they wouldn't have to worry about the two old men
making an appearance if they had fun by the rocks again.

   By lunchtime, Rebecca and Callum had agreed to continue their little
adventure before heading back for lunch.  They then hung around the beach
bar for a couple of hours having afternoon drinks.  Rebecca had her bikini
top on during those hours, but she still had plenty of admirers.

   Around 2pm they returned half cut to the rocky area.  They relaid their
towels down in a place they could keep an eye on the beach, and then
Rebecca removed her bikini top.  Both feeling frisky and mischievous, the
couple entered the sea for a smooch.

   "I'll do it if we meet the right guy," Rebecca randomly said, smiling
with her arms and legs wrapped around her husband.

   "Do what?" Callum smirked knowingly.

   "I'll spread my legs for the right guy.  If we meet him either here in
the Dominican or at home.  I'll do it under the right circumstances."

   "Is this the alcohol in paradise talking or my insanely sexy wife?"
Callum smiled.

   "Both," she replied, but Rebecca didn't giggle or blush, she was being
deadly serious.

   "We can't force it though.  It has to be planned or natural.  Even then
when have to be ready for it happening naturally by chance."

   "I agree."

   "Are you thinking about Alejandro?"

   "If we get condoms I'd fuck him," Rebecca blushed this time.

   "Should I be concerned my wife is suddenly into young black men with a
big cock?" Callum said, light heartedly.

   "I would only want to do this with you close by.  It wouldn't be the
same without you being there with me.  This our thing, Callum."

   "I love you so much," Callum reassured his wife and kissed her.

   "If we go further down this path, I'll kill you if you blame and leave
me," Rebecca joked.

   "Are you crazy?  I just married the most beautiful woman on the planet.
The only woman I've ever known and loved.  I don't understand why I want to
share you.  I only know I want to make you happy."

   "I am happy.  I love you more than anything to, but exploring this side
of us...  does it make you question why we got married?"

   "Not at all.  Does it you?"

   "No.  Years and years of us role playing scenarios has always turned me
on.  I honestly never imagined doing what we've done out here.  I knew I
was going to surprise you by going topless and turning you on that way, but
I'd have never thought in a million years we'd do the things we've done."

   "It was opportunistic, babe.  But we definitely need some condoms if
we're agreeing you can fuck another guy.  We only get one body, one life."

   "Again, I agree.  I'd feel comfortable with Alejandro, but I'm not quite
sure how that would work."

   "Let's continue taking one step at a time."

   The couple smiled and kissed in the sea; comfortable they were on the
same page.  With no experience to guide them, they were still very much in
the hands of their erratic feelings and emotions.

   When they eventually left the water hand in hand, returning to their
towels to dry off, it was Callum who flipped first.  "I'm going to get some
condoms," he grinned.

   "Now?" Rebecca laughed.

   "I need to fuck you behind those rocks again.  If somebody catches us
then I want to be prepared, just in case my sexy wife is in the mood."

   "You're like a dog with a bone."

   "Says the bitch in heat."

   "Bitch?" Rebecca laughed.

   "You know what I mean.  I'll be as quick as I can."

   "Callum!" Rebecca shouted at how crazy it felt, but her husband was
already on his feet to leave.  He kissed his wife softly then left her on
her own to sunbathe topless.

   With her husband gone, Rebecca realised it was her first time being
truly alone during their honeymoon.  It aroused her being topless by
herself in a quiet isolated area of the beach.  Perched on her elbows,
smiling at the paradise surrounding her, Rebecca wondered what all her
friends and colleagues would think if they could see her now.  If they knew
what she was getting up to.

   A few exhilarating minutes of topless beach solitary, Rebecca noticed a
man walking along the shoreline.  He was looking out to sea as he strolled
along.  The brunettes feet started rubbing together excitedly.  The closer
the man got the more of him she could make out.

   He was tall and toned, wearing dark shades and a pair of knee length
surfer shorts.  The faint line of a set of abs aroused her even more.  The
advancing stranger was a taller version of her husband with a shaven head.
He's hot, she thought, wishing her husband was there to witness her
excitement.

   The stranger soon noticed a woman sunbathing beneath the tree line.  He
did a double take and then smiled, nodding at the slender brunette
pleasantly sunning her gorgeous tits.  Catching her smile, he walked as far
as the rocks before turning around to walk back.

   Rebecca watched the athletic stranger linger by the rocks for a moment
or two before turning around and smiling at her again.  She said hello and
then asked the man if he would excuse her, asking if he knew the time.

   He looked at his watch.  "It's half three," he replied in an American
accent.  "It's a lovely spot you've found."

   Rebecca sat up with her arms stretched out behind her back, presenting
the full firmness of her breasts.  They both knew her nipples were
protruding, and the stranger liked what he was looking at.

   "It remains pretty quiet throughout the day.  It's usually just me and
my husband down here," Rebecca explained.  The man grinned, she knew he was
wondering what they got up to.

   "I love your accent.  I'm Lucas.  I'm from Rochester, New York.  Are you
British?"

   "Nice to meet you, Lucas.  Yes, I'm English.  I'm Rebecca.  I live in a
place called Surrey."

   "That's near London, right?  I've been to London.  I've heard of
Surrey." While they introduced themselves Lucas stepped closer towards
Rebecca.

   She noticed but it was a natural greeting between two friendly
strangers. "It's just southwest of London.  It's overly expensive but it's
nice.  It's home."

   "Don't talk to me about expensive," Lucas chuckled.  "I live in one of
the most expensive states in the U.S." The pair laughed softly.  "Where's
your husband?  He's brave leaving a pretty thing like you all alone down
here?"

   Rebecca caught the flirtatious smile, wondering what the eyes looked
like behind the shades.  She glanced at his hands and didn't see a wedding
band.

   "He needed to pop back to the room.  He should be back soon."

   "Are you guys' honeymooning?"

   "Is it that obvious?" Rebecca smiled.

   "Obvious first choice when I see a beautiful, glowing young wife," Lucas
raised his shades and checked her tits again, causing the British wife to
glance away shy.

   "What about you?" Rebecca mused, wanting to keep the conversation going
until her husband returned.

   "I'm out here for a family wedding.  My sister is getting married on
Saturday.  I arrived a few days early before everyone turns up and makes it
busy."

   "You're here on your own?"

   "Just for a couple of days."

   "Here he comes." Rebecca changed the subject, glancing back down the
beach.  Callum was returning in the distance, walking towards them.

   "Lucky husband," Lucas grinned.  "It was awesome meeting you, Rebecca.
Enjoy the rest of your honeymoon."

   "Blueberry gin and tonic, please," she giggled.

   "What?" Lucas smiled, puzzled.

   "If you're passing again later, be sure to bring me a blueberry gin and
tonic."

   Lucas chuckled, tipped a nod and dropped his shades over his eyes before
walking off.  He followed the shoreline back towards the hotel, passing
Rebecca's husband.  Callum had noticed the man talking to his wife.  He
couldn't wait to hear all about it, but the two men didn't acknowledge each
other when they passed a few metres away.

   "Looks like you started without me," Callum joked with his wife.  She
looked aroused and glad to see him.

   "It was only a harmless chat with an American guy.  He was nice and
polite."

   "I bet he was with you sat there with your tits out," Callum chuckled.

   "It wasn't like that," Rebecca smiled, knowing full well that's exactly
what it was like.  "Did you get the condoms?"

   "Do we need them?" Callum referred to Lucas.

   "Maybe," Rebecca giggled, thinking she was only having some fun.

   As the couple settled down she saw Lucas, twenty minutes later, on his
way back carrying a tray.  She laughed.  Watching with concentration,
Rebecca realised the American was carrying a round of drinks.  She guessed
they were blueberry gin and tonics.

   "He's coming back!" she gasped, laughing nervously excited.

   "Who is?" Callum asked off balance, forgetting for a moment his wife had
been talking to another man.

   "Lucas.  The American guy.  I joked that if he came back this way he had
to bring me a blueberry gin and tonic."

   "Invited him back more like," Callum teased his wife.

   "Hello again!" Lucas called to the couple.  He went straight up to
Callum, shook his hand and introduced himself before giving out the drinks.

   Callum sensed the chemistry between the handsome thirty-year-old
American and his wife.  He told Lucas to take a seat on the sand and the
three of them began talking.  The chemistry was evidently there.  The
conversation was mostly about Lucas' visit to the UK, joking and teasing
about the stereotype cultural differences between their two nations.

   Lucas joked that Callum and Rebecca were proof that not all Brits have
bad teeth, while the couple joked that Lucas was proof not all Americans
were fat.  It was tongue in cheek stuff until they'd consumed their
Blueberry gin and tonics.

   A swirling air of anticipation then centred around that end of the
beach, before Callum handed Lucas a bottle of sun lotion, and asked if he
wouldn't mind topping up his wife's sun protection.

   "You didn't want to check with me first, Callum?" she played cross.

   Lucas laughed, telling them it would be an honour, but he didn't want to
cause a domestic argument.  Rebecca rolled over onto her front, telling the
American it was fine.  He already knew it was.  He liked the newlyweds
playful nature.  He also loved the idea of getting his hands on the sexy,
topless, young wife.

   Callum rolled onto his side to face Rebecca while Lucas positioned his
knees either side of her closed legs.  His cock was hard inside his shorts,
resting on the brunettes string tied bikini bottoms and tight arse.  As he
shook the bottle and opened the lid, Rebecca slid an arm out and held her
husbands hand.

   They smiled while she blushed, then Rebecca shivered when she heard
Lucas squirting the lotion into his hand.  The anticipation and excitement
grew stronger as the seconds counted down like a shuttle launch in her
head. She knew she was soaking wet between her legs.  She could feel it as
her body became extra warm and flushed.

   Nobody spoke.  The three of them knew what was going on.  Lucas just
hoped he'd get something out of it as he softly placed his strong hands-on
Rebecca's tensed muscles.  He spoke softly to her to relax and then
massaged the sun cream into her back.  It was effortless for the tall man
to massage and cover her petite frame with sun lotion.

   Rebecca was staring into her husband's eyes, biting down on her lower
lip, and catching her breath while he gazed aroused back into hers.  Lucas
kept his own emotions hidden from the couple.  He liked them both, but he
was only really interested in Callum's wife.

   Moving his hands up to her shoulders, Lucas began to massage them
deeply. Soft sighs escaped the brunette as she occasionally wriggled
beneath him.  The Americans cock grew harder, throbbing on the young wife's
arse.  Callum noticed it while Rebecca felt it.

   "I think Lucas is ready to do the front now, baby," Callum grinned,
focussing his attention on his wife.

   Rebecca caught her husband adjusting the front of his shorts as Lucas
knelt high to let her roll over.  He watched her slim, slender frame turn
over and show him her tits again.  Unable to hide his feelings any longer,
he grinned at her chest and squirted more cream into his hands.

   "You're a lucky man, Callum.  You have a beautiful wife." Lucas spoke
into Rebecca's eyes.  She blushed, rolling her lips inward.

   "Thank you," Callum responded, watching Lucas put his hands on his
wife's tummy.

   Rebecca sucked in then gasped, closing her eyes and letting out a soft
groan when Lucas' hands rubbed up her body around the sides, missing her
breasts on purpose.  He brought them back down and then rubbed up again. 
Lucas did that over and over again, clearly turning Rebecca on until the
friction told them more lotion was required.

   "Don't forget her tits, Lucas," Callum chuckled.  "We don't want them
getting sun burnt."

   Rebecca and Lucas joined Callum in his amusement.  It helped cut through
some the tension before it was time for the American to put his hands on
Rebecca's tits.  He did it slowly and softly.  Everybody gasped to
different degrees of excitement, before Lucas gently massaged the sun
lotion into the soft handfuls of flesh..

   "Ohhh, fuck," Rebecca breathed, reaching for Lucas' shorts.

   The beautiful wife immediately became the horny hotwife.  She pulled the
waistband away from Lucas' body and he grinned, helping her by raising his
body a few inches so she could take out his cock.

   Rebecca felt spoilt.  After letting two old cocks hose her body down
with cum, she'd been treated to a big black cock and now a big white one.
Lucas groaned and squeezed the brunettes tits when she wrapped two small
hands around his shaft and started pulling on it.

   "Daaaaaamn!" he groaned.  Rebecca was working her hands back forth with
his cock throbbing against her tummy.

   Lucas continued with the firm tit massage while Callum took out his cock
and watched the pair of them driving each other crazy.  The next few
minutes were spent like that until Rebecca told her husband she needed to
be fucked.  The two men looked at each other with Callum nodding the ok to
Lucas.

   He shuffled down Rebecca's legs and she rolled over onto her front
again. Callum then handed Lucas a condom before sitting in front of his
wife with his legs spread.  The American tore open the wrapper and rolled
the rubber down over his cock with only one thing on his mind.

   Callum offered his cock to his wife's mouth.  Rebecca took it and began
sucking like a horny slut while Lucas pulled the string on her bikini.  It
fell from her body and then he rubbed his sheathed cock against her slit.
The young wife moaned with her mouth full before she was forced to empty it
when Lucas entered her from behind.

   With everything they'd done these past few days, it didn't felt like she
was taking only her second lover, but she was.  Rebecca's pussy was
experiencing only its second cock in her life.  Lucas put his hands on her
soft arse cheeks and groaned his cock deep inside the English woman.

   "Fuuuck!" she cried out.  "That's big!"

   "Take is slow," Callum told Lucas.  He nodded, resting his balls against
her clit.

   "That's one tight pussy you have there, Rebecca," Lucas sighed, buried
to the hilt.  He then pulled back and gently pushed back in again.  "Mmmm."

   Rebecca just about managed the spit roast.  Sucking her husband's cock
while Lucas gently fucked her from behind with long strokes.  Both sets of
lips were rolling and stretching along cock, but the set between her legs
were doing it more so.  Lucas gradually increased the pace, taking his cue
from the petite wife's moans and her internal walls gripping tightly around
his shaft.

   After a few minutes Rebecca was on the verge of an orgasm.  She had to
let go of her husbands cock and grab onto him instead.  Lucas was fucking
her properly now.  He was grunting and checking the beach for any unwanted
voyeurs, while he plunged in and out of Rebecca's tight, married cunt.

   Callum, meanwhile, was trying to get his cock back inside his wife's
mouth.  But the task of trying to cope with Lucas was more than she could
handle.  Rebecca cried out that she was going to cum.  Callum told her to
lift herself up and then he started stroking his cock against her dangling,
swinging tits.  Lucas was in beast mode.  Fucking and stretching the
fragile wife, giving her the ride of her life.

   The part of the usually quiet and peaceful beach was now inhabited by
Rebecca getting pounded.  She was screaming, unable to stop herself as an
earth-shattering orgasm tore her apart.  Lucas kept thrusting until he was
confident he'd given her something she would never forget.  He then gave
her something else she'd never forget when she collapsed forwards on to her
husband with her arse in the air.

   The American, hot and sweaty from fucking Callum's wife in the sun,
pulled out and quickly removed the condom.  Rebecca felt warm cum shoot up
her back before it covered her arse.  She then felt warm cum on her tits
from underneath, before finally, it was all over, and she was panting face
down on the towel.

   "That was awesome guys," Lucas pulled his shorts up and then high-fived
Callum, who found the celebration as amusing as he did strange.

   Lucas checked Rebecca was ok, thanking her affectionately before shaking
Callum's hand and telling the husband he wouldn't bother the couple around
the resort, but should they want to hook up again, he was only to happy to
be the couples third wheel.

   Rebecca slowly hauled herself to her feet.  She was happy and content.
"I'm going for a dip to wash all this mess off my body."

   Callum grinned, watching his beautiful wife enter the sea with cum on
her back, arse and tits.  He then ran after her for a dip himself.

   The fifth day of their honeymoon the couple went quad biking and
sight-seeing.  After their long, fun day in the sun, taking in some of the
local culture, Rebecca returned to the room feeling very horny.  It didn't
take long for Callum to feel the same.

   "Would you like me to try and find, Lucas?" he smiled.

   Rebecca thought about it for moment.  "No, but if we bump into him
tonight, I might be interested if you are?" she answered suggestively.