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Archive name: honymoon.txt (MF, MM, wife, nc, voy, intr, v)
Authors name: Cindy (a12dd@hotmail.com)
Story title : Honeymoon

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Honeymoon (MF, MM, wife, nc, voy, intr, v)
By Cindy (a12dd@hotmail.com)
Edited by Jan (The Kristen Archives)

***

A husband watches his new bride cheating with a black 
man and finds that he's both aroused and angered by what
he sees. His anger wins out and he takes his revenge.

***

We have been married a week, and my wife has already had 
an affair.

We met at worked, she worked in the office, and I worked 
out back in the workshop. We used to talk as I gave her 
the job cards after each job. She would lean forward on 
the counter, her top would fall away from her chest and I 
could clearly see down her blouse. Her small breasts 
encased in the sheerest lace, her nipples visible through 
the fabric.

Finally I worked up the courage to ask her out. She said 
yes and we went to restaurants, went dancing, walking and 
it was all so wonderful. We didn't sleep together until 
we were married; she was a virgin, a true virgin.

On our wedding night a few days ago, I broke her 
maidenhead. It was tough and rubbery and she screamed in 
pain, even though I was as gentle as I could be. Within 
seconds though, she was a changed woman, I couldn't keep 
up with her need. Every waking moment she wanted sex, 
more sex, in every position. We tried every thing, and 
often.

Now, we have been married nearly a week, and we are on 
our honeymoon still. We have a week to go before we go 
back to work. And this story is about the affair she had 
three days after we were married.

5.00 am. We wake up, it is a beautiful day, my lovely 
bride is next to me, I look at her flawless skin, her 
small breasts, she has an Asian aspect to her face, and 
beautiful skin colour. Her mother is Japanese, her Father 
a light coloured Negro man.

I touch her naked breasts; she is lying on her back, 
uncovered. Her breasts feels firm under my hand, it's an 
awesome feeling. I own this girl; she is a girl, only 19. 
And I am the only man to know her body, to know her soul. 
I have explored and taken her every way imaginable. She 
has explored and experimented with my body also.

I trace the curve of her firm belly with my finger tips, 
running my fingers lightly through her pubic hair, it 
feels springy, her skin is a beautiful bronze colour, I 
feel her slit, she is wet, I tease open her outer lips, 
and stroke her up and down, my finger entering her 
slightly each time.

Her legs part, and I roll over on top of her and enter 
her gently, my cock head gently rubbing against her clit, 
then I push in further, feeling her tight wet pussy 
expanding to let me in, it is heaven.

I smell her scent, it's sweet, she tastes sweet too, not 
as the other women I've had, but sweet in a way only a 
clean, newly opened virginal girl can.

She wakes, properly now, and wraps her arms around me, 
moving her hips up to meet mine, we kiss, I taste her 
mouth, our tongues meet, we make love again. The perfect 
way to start the day.

A few hours later, we emerge from our room; we are 
staying in a nice motel in a small country town. It is 
summer, so we dress for hot weather, she wears shorts, 
and a light blouse, no underwear, "It would only slow us 
down" she reasons with me.

I'm not to sure about her going out like this; she's 
hiding nothing, and with looks like hers that could mean 
trouble. She is looking more sensual now, since we 
started having sex, she actually glows in a way that 
would make any man aroused.

We get in the car and go for a drive, anywhere, just 
wandering around. She unzips my pants and pulls my cock 
out. I'm not a stud or anything, but she's able to wrap 
her fingers around my member, and she sucks the head in 
between her perfect lips.

I pull the car over under the shade of a large tree, we 
are truly in the country now, no fences, there is a hay 
shed a short way away from us behind a patch of trees, it 
is screened off the road from three sides by the tree. I 
turn off the car. 

As I empty my cum into my new bride's mouth, some cum 
escapes through the corners of her lips and dribbles down 
my shaft. She looks up at me and smiles, cum making her 
lips glisten in the early morning sun. I kiss her and can 
taste my cum.

It feels so good, I am the only man to have this girl, 
and she is totally dedicated to my cock.

We get out of the car and spread a blanket on the grass. 
We make love, it's beautiful, her tight pussy is still 
slippery from our earlier lovemaking. We lay there 
humping gently for a long time, then we both cum 
together. We lay there side-by-side, naked, in the sun, 
and I drift off to sleep.

I wake up alone, no wife, her clothes gone. I get 
dressed, and grab my camera, a wedding gift, it has a 
fantastic zoom lens, I love to photograph my new wife, 
when she isn't expecting it, she is so beautiful and 
innocent. The way she stands and moves, her perfect 
grace. I will photograph her now; I know she will be 
exploring the hay shed. She'll look guilty when she is 
somewhere she isn't supposed to be.... these will be 
beautiful shots, I can feel it.

I start toward the shed, it is on a bit of a rise, behind 
some trees. I can see the upper half of it clearly. As I 
move through the trees I lift the camera and look through 
the zoom lens, to find my wife if I can from this 
distance, while she is totally unaware I'm there.

But what I see makes me catch my breath. There she is, 
with another man, obviously a farm worker, a black man, 
and she's standing in front of him, her shirt is on the 
ground, her bare breasts exposed, there are darker wet 
spots where they have obviously been sucked by this 
stranger. She is reaching toward his waist now, below his 
belt, 'Oh my god, no!' She is stroking his cock.

I am not a small man, but this man's cock is huge. The 
awe on her pretty face is obvious, there is no way she is 
being forced into this. She wants it, and it's plain to 
me that she is going to let this stranger have his way 
with her.

I get closer, my mind strangely cold and calculating now. 
I want evidence, if I divorce her, I will need it! For no 
reason I can explain, the scene before me is making my 
cock hard. To see the same look of wonder and excitement 
on her face with a stranger as I saw a few nights ago 
with me was strangely arousing.

I work my way silently closer to them, she is getting up 
off her knees, she's totally naked now, so is he, his 
cock is dripping wet. I can't stand it; she has been 
sucking him, and I missed it! Her face is flushed with 
excitement.

I'm not going to miss what happens next though. He slowly 
turns her around and she leans forward, her hands 
supporting her against the haystack.

I lay down on my belly and angle the camera. He lifts one 
of her thighs and I can see her slit now, its wet, 
glistening with my semen and her own wetness.

He spreads her wide open and puts his big black cock at 
her pink entrance. I wait. He moves his hips forward and 
shifts his hand.

"Click."

I get the shot! Perfect, his cock is in her pussy nearly 
an inch, the first inch of her unfaithfulness. Her mouth 
is open, she is gasping as he enters her. The sensations 
are nearly too much for her.

He pushes in farther. He goes in easily, two strokes and 
his huge cock is out of sight and in my wife's pussy 
that's stretched to her limit.

He starts to stroke the full length of his cock in and 
out of her. She lets her leg down now and the sex starts 
in earnest. He's standing behind her with his hands 
firmly clasped onto her small breasts. He's stroking in 
and out of her pussy and she's pushing back to meet him.

"Click."

I snap off another shot. She's standing there, her feet 
slightly apart, taking him, all of him. They keep going 
like this, for ages. I watch them, I can tell that she 
climaxes at least three times. And still he pumps his 
meat into her.

I try to shoot another picture, but the film is finished. 
I look through the lens still, watching my pretty new 
wife getting a royal fucking from the black stud, from 
behind. I was loving it!

My bride has a tremendous orgasm now, she cries out in 
pleasure. Then her whole body goes limp, her arms and 
legs giving out from under her. Still the big black man 
holds her hips and pumps into her stretched out pussy, 
harder now!

Then he speed up even more, he is pulling her back onto 
him and then he holds her there, his body tenses and the 
world holds it's breath.

She cries out in pain, she is stretched beyond her limit. 
I watch as he cums in her. I know he's cumming in her 
because his cums is so plentiful that it runs out of her 
in sticky gobs falling from between them onto the ground.

He holds her there impaled on his huge black snake for at 
least half a minute while he cums deep inside her. His 
hips bucking against her in an irregular jerking motion. 
She yelps little cries of half pain, half pleasure each 
time he thrusts.

Finally it's over and he helps her stand up. I see his 
long shiny cock slide out of my wife's pussy along with a 
small gush of his white cum.

"That was beautiful," I hear her say. "Incredible, but 
you hurt me at the end, why did you hurt me?"

"You aught to know better than to take on a cock you 
can't handle right baby," he answers casually. He bends 
over and picks up her clothes for her then as an 
afterthought he wipes himself clean with them and hands 
them to her.

Her face shows that his gesture hurt her feelings, you 
can see it on her face, tears were forming in her eyes, 
"Why did you do that?" she asked. "They're all I have to 
wear, now they are all dirty. We just made love and you 
make me feel like some kind of whore."

She starts to cry.

"Lady, you're a slut, I know that's your husband down 
there sleeping, and you're just up here having some black 
cock because his ain't enough for you."

"That's not true!" she was sobbing now. "You were so 
nice, I never saw another man's cock until you showed me 
yours... I-- I-- thought you liked me..."

"I like your cunt just fine lady, but you're still a 
slut. And you always will be now. What do you reckon your 
man's gonna do when he sees your clothes all smeared with 
my cum and when he smell you. You're gonna be loose down 
there for a long time too," he smiled wickedly, "You 
think he'll still love you? He's going to know a black 
man's been there every time he's with you now. He's gonna 
to think of it, and so are you."

Crying now as that thought hit her, she felt so dirty, 
she would always be a slut now. She held her clothes to 
her breasts, and walked down the rise toward the car, 
naked, crying.

I scoot down to the car before her and put the camera 
away. I am leaning on the car watching her as she 
approaches. She is crying, tears stain her pretty face, 
semen leaks from between her legs and she is shaking.

I look at her, she can't meet my eyes, she drops her 
cloths in the dirt at her feet, and stands there sobbing, 
her shoulders shaking. She is the most beautiful thing I 
ever saw.

"Get in the car, whore," I say looking stern.

She looks at me, "Y--you know?"

"I know, you asked for it, get in the car whore."

"C--can--can you s--still love m--me?" It was a plea, she 
could hardly speak through her emotion. I can tell she is 
devastated by her actions. She'd kept herself pure for so 
long, so that she could be married a virgin. And now 
she's a slut wife.

I know its because she got carried away, she is trusting 
enough to be betrayed like this. But I am going to make 
sure that it won't happen again. Now a thought hits me, 
'I better try to do something so she doesn't get pregnant 
by this black man.

"Come here," I fish the water bottle out of the back 
seat, it is one of those soft sided ones you squeeze and 
water squirts out. "Bend over and hold your nigger fucked 
cunt open."

She looks at me, hurt. I never swear and it hurts her to 
hear it now. But she does as she is told, and I empty the 
entire bottle deep into her pussy. It is ice water and it 
hurts. I can tell that she feels a sick pain in her guts 
from the chilly water. But I keep squirting the water 
into her until there is no more semen to wash out.

The I force a finger deep into her pussy. The Ice water 
has forced her muscles to contract and she is tighter now 
than when I first took her virginity. Her legs are 
streaked with water and cum now. I get her clothes and 
wipe her clean, her clothes are ruined now so I drop them 
in the grass on top of the washed out puddle of cum.

"Get in the car, whore."

She reaches for the clothes.

"Leave them there, you gave yourself to a nigger, why 
hide yourself from everyone else?"

"Please?"

"If you pick those clothes up, you might as well stay 
here and that nigger up there can look after you. If you 
want me and are never going to fuck around on me again, 
get in the car, whore."

She breaks down completely now, sobbing, tears run freely 
over her cheeks and she slowly gets into the car. The 
windows are a dark tint, so no one can see in, but she 
isn't thinking about that she tries to cover her breasts 
and crotch with her arms and hands.

I have never treated her harshly before, but now I am 
calling her a "whore" all the time. I am hurt deeply, and 
feel the need for vengeance. Not on my wife, but on this 
man who used my new wife so roughly.

I didn't really mind that he screwed her, in fact that 
was kind of hot to watch, but to treat her so roughly 
afterward was too much. I don't mind a scrap now and 
then, and as the scenes I witnessed played back in my 
head I got madder and madder. My wife trustingly letting 
this man have her, then the abuse he gave her afterward.

I tell my wife to stay in the car and I head back up the 
hill. I get to the hay shed, and look around for him, I 
want to kill him now. Then I find him, still naked, he 
looks like he's passed out, a still burning reefer in his 
hand. He had celebrated too hard too soon his conquest.

I pick up a bottle, and hit him across the side of the 
head with it. Not too hard, but just hard enough to keep 
him properly quiet for a while. He was sitting against 
the hay pile, now he is laying on his side. I feel no 
glory at hitting a senseless man. In his state, he 
probably wouldn't even remember what the girl he'd just 
used looked like. But I wanted him to have more than just 
a headache when he came to.

I roll a hay bale off the stack, and drag it over to the 
black man's prostrate body. I lift him up by his hips, 
and push the bale under him so he is laying sprawled over 
it his arse pointing up in the air.

I hate this man with a vengeance now, his huge black cock 
still all wet with my wife's love, dangling down between 
his legs. I reach out and touch it to feel my her wetness 
on him, now I have an idea. A sick one, but one this man 
would remember for the rest of his life.

I take his spirits bottle, and remove the cap, now I put 
the neck of it at his arse hole, and up end the bottle, 
forcing it into his arse as I do. I pour about half of it 
into his arse, then I recap the bottle. I take off my own 
trousers, and bring myself to erection, stroking myself, 
thinking of him. This man with his huge cock. Forcing 
himself into my wife's virgin pussy.

Now I am hard and I put a big gob of spit on the end of 
my cock and put it against his arsehole. I am going to 
fuck him, his arse, and he is going to know, when he 
comes to. His arse will have been fucked by the husband 
of the little Jap girl he had fucked.

I force my cock in to him, it is tight. It felt kind of 
grainy from his shit, I can only get a couple of inches 
in, but its enough. I fuck him hard, rocking his limp 
body on the hay bale. After a short time I ejaculate. It 
mixes with the spirits in there already. Then I pull out 
of his ring, and to my satisfaction it stays open, I can 
see liquid inside.

He stirs on the hay bale, I walk to his clothes and pick 
them up and wipe his shit and my cum off me with them, 
then I pour the remainder of the spirits on his shirt, 
and use that to clean myself.

I go back to him, and shove the now empty bottle into his 
arsehole again up to the shoulder of the bottle. I stand 
back to look at him, admiring my handy work.

He will wake up with a sore head and a very sore arse, 
it'll hurt him to shit for weeks.

His cock dangling down, and his balls hanging slightly to 
the side still wet from my wife made me mad all over 
again. I step back, he stirs and starts to rise. I swing 
my foot and kick him hard. It connects to his balls, 
crushing them and his huge cock against the hay he is 
laying over. He screams and jumps, partly from the blow, 
partly as he is forced back into awareness.

He lands groaning, curled in a tight ball. The bottle 
still firmly in place in his arse, liquid seeping out 
around the neck of it and a small trickle of blood runs 
from the end of his cock.

He rolls over the ground moaning in sheer agony. I find 
his water container and wash off my cock some more to 
make sure all his shit is off me. Then I put my trousers 
on again and walk down to the car. I yank the door open 
and drag my still sobbing bride out by the hair.

"Come on, Whore, someone's got something to say to you."

I drag her back up the hill to the hay shed. She sees the 
black man on the ground, and gasps. Her eyes widen when 
she sees the bottle in his arse and the swelled and bent 
condition of his genitals.

I grab the man's ear, and yank his head around so he can 
see us. "Hey you, see this girl? You owe her an apology."

He looks away not understanding. I bang his head where I 
hit him with the bottle earlier. "Hey stud man, say 
you're sorry, or I gonna do you in the arse again!"

My wife's eyes go big at this, real big, she looks at his 
arse, and sees the fluids escaping, the strings of cum in 
the booze leaking out his stretched arse. The bottle 
droops to the ground silently.

"Sorry man," He wheezes, hate in his face.

"You gotta say you're sorry to the lady, faggot, the 
lady, not me!"

"Sorry l--lady," he wheezes out.

"That's better."

"White fuckers," he mumbles.

I step on his head as we leave, holding my wife's hand.

She looks up at me as we walk away, "Did you do it in his 
arse?"

"Yeah"

"Why?"

"I saw what he did, and how he treated you after he 
fucked you. I just wanted to get even for you. You still 
owe me, though." I gently add, "Whore."

We reached the car and I pick up her clothes and passed 
them to her.

She looked up at me, "Can you still love me? Do we stay 
together?"

"I think so but you owe me. I shamed him, because he 
shamed you, not because I liked it." I lied.

"Please...please, don't call me whore, I made a big 
mistake, but I'm not a whore, I love you."

"I love you too. Lets go, we both need to get cleaned up 
and we still have a week of honeymoon left."

I look into her eyes, "You and me, just you and me. Leave 
the affairs till later please?" 

END?

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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