The bellboy pulled the drapes. "Nice view from here, sir. All across the beach."
"Yeah. Nice." Carl handed the kid a dollar and slung his suitcase onto the bed to start unpacking. "I'll call you if we need anything, kid." The first thing Carl unpacked was a full quart of bourbon.
"I can get you some ice, sir."
"Okay."
"And a couple of tall glasses. Bar glasses, kid," Brenda said quickly. "I hate drinking out of those damn glasses in hotel bathrooms." She sat on the bed and started to take off her shoes.
"Right away." The bell hop left.
"Room looks just the same as it did five years ago. Doesn't it, honey?" He picked up some underwear and stowed it in the dresser.
"No. They've done it all over. New drapes, new carpet, new furniture. Even the bed's in a different place."
"Well, it seems like the same place. It's the same room and everything."
"It's a hotel room, Carl, like all the others." She ran a hand through her short black hair.
"You didn't think that the first time we were here."
"That was five years ago. On our honeymoon."
"You liked it then."
"I'd have liked a sleeping bag on the ground, Carl." She rose, came around the bed to him and gave him a short kiss, just touching lips Brenda was short, her body sleek; very trim, breasts like apples, and just about as firm. Dark eyes, her olive skin heavily tanned, face lean, alert. "And you wouldn't have knowing the difference between a sleeping bag and Buckingham Palace."
"Yeah." He smiled at the memory.
"Christ, you were all hands and arms… and stiff cock, too." She turned and walked to the dresser.
"It'll be like that again, Brenda. You'll see. We'll get the magic back. The prick magic."
"We'll see." She put some of her clothes into the drawer, carefully separating her, clothes from her husband's. "This whole trip was your idea."
"Look, I had the time coming, and got that bonus, so it seemed like a good idea." He tossed his socks on top of his underwear.
"I just hope it is." Brenda lit a cigarette and took a very deep drag, holding the smoke.
"It will be. You'll see. We'll have a great time."
Brenda let the smoke out very slowly. "Maybe."
"Just try to enjoy it, Brenda. We haven't been away for a long time. Too long."
Brenda moved more clothes into the drawer from her valise. She hung a couple of dresses in the closet.
Carl slid back the wide sliding glass door that opened onto the beach. The sound of surf and the lively smell of the sea drifted to them.
"Where the hell is the kid with the ice?" Brenda took another deep drag on her cigarette.
"He'll be along in a minute. Just look at that. Just beautiful." Carl stood looking over the sea.
Brenda answered the tap at the door.
"Here's your ice, ma'am. And the glasses." The kid had them on a tray and set it carefully on the desk across from the bed. He stood standing for a moment.
"Hey, Carl. Give the kid a buck." Brenda shoveled ice into the glasses.
"Oh, sure." Carl dug out a dollar and handed it to the boy.
"Yes, sir." Nice smile followed the words.
"Thank you, sir. My name's Tim. If you want anything, just ask for me. Anytime."
"Okay, okay." Carl watched the boy close the door.
"Here you go." Brenda handed Carl a stiff drink. Her own was just as strong.
"To the second honeymoon." Carl lifted his glass.
"The second honeymoon." Brenda clinked her glass with her husband and took a good long pull.
"That's nice," Carl said slowly after his second sip had gone down his throat. "Nice." He leaned toward his wife. "You're nice, too." His arm reached around her waist. "Damn nice." He kissed her.
Brenda gave the man another short kiss, touching him just a little more firmly with her mouth this time, the lips, tightly closed.
"Hey, hey. What kind of a kiss is that?" Carl tried to get a good solid kiss going.
"It's the kind of kiss that says I want to finish my drink and go have a swim." She turned and moved away.
"I wanted to… to make love to you, Brenda." He took a hefty swallow of his bourbon. And another. "I wanted to do that right now. It's supposed to be like our honeymoon. You didn't want to go swimming then."
"That was five years ago, Carl." Brenda pulled off her sweater over her head and unhooked her bra. She dropped the clothes on the bed, turning toward the man.
"Brenda, I… I want you." He moved to her, one hand cupping over the dandy nippled tit, the flesh very firm to his crushing fingers. "I want you now. Please." He kissed her, holding her bare torso to him. "Brenda, you can go swimming later. Christ, you can go swimming any time you want."
"And we're married. You can make love to me any time, too. Day or night." She twisted out of his grasp. "But now I want to swim." Blue capris clung to her trim legs. She opened the side zipper and shed them swiftly, standing near the middle of the room in just her pale blue panties, the deep tan unbroken down her back.
"I want you, Brenda. Please." Carl's arm circled her waist from behind and he held her butt to his crotch. "I want you. Your body. Can you feel it? Feel how much I want it. How much I want your body?" He pressed his stiff prick to her tail.
"Yes, Carl. I can feel it." She sounded bored, almost ready to yawn. "I can feel your big, hard prick." She slid from his grasp. "But I want to finish my drink and have a swim. Then maybe… I'll be in the mood." Brenda lit another cigarette.
"Oh, Brenda, please. Please." His hands slid under her panties, feeling for her pussy.
Brenda set down her chink and took a fresh drag on her cigarette, holding it in her lips while she played with her hair. Her husband was fondling her clit slowly with one hand while his other fondled her right tit. She took another drag and a sip of her drink before she moved away from the groping hands.
"Brenda!" He lunged for her, dragging her panties to her knees. "Oh, God. I want it so bad." Carl dropped to his knees and plunged his face to her snatch.
Brenda calmly stepped out of her panties and stood still for a moment, drinking bourbon in lady-like sips as her husband ate her cunt.
"Oh, that's enough. People can see us." She turned away and closed the drapes. "Get up, Carl."
"Oh, Brenda," he moaned desperately. "Please!" Carl ripped open his fly and hauled out his cock. "Look. Look! See how much I need you? How much I want you?" He yanked off his shirt and shoved his pants to the floor, "I've got to have you. Now, now, Brenda!!" He struggled out of his tangled pants and shorts.
"I wonder… should I wear the yellow suit?… or the green one, with the white daisies?… or the blue one?… that goes with the sky and the sea. Yes. I think the blue one." She leaned over, digging through the clothes in the dresser.
"Brenda!" Carl yelled. Naked, he flung himself at the woman, digging for her asshole with his dick.
"No!" She whirled and slapped his face hard.
"Yes! Now!" He zoared at the woman, shoving her down on the bed. "YES!" He leaped onto her nude form, digging for her hole with his prick. "I want it! Now!"
"Carl. Carl!" She tried to shove him off, flailing at his arms and shoulders with her hands. "No. Get off me. OH!" He entered her, slamming in with his dick. "OH!" She felt the stiff meat tear into her snatch. "Get off!!" She howled and spasmed with her legs and body, rolling free of his heaving frame.
"Brenda!" Carl grabbed the woman by one arm, slammed her back on the bed and slapped her hard across the face twice. "BITCH!" he growled, "I'll show you. Tie you up so you can't get away from me." He sprang from the bed and grabbed for his other suitcase beside the desk.
"I want a swim, Carl." Brenda started to get up. "You stay there, damn it." He dropped the case on the bed and fucked it open. The case was filled with lengths of rope, handcuffs, straps; a whole traveling kit for the bondage master.
Carl selected three lengths of clothesline from the case and kicked it to the floor.
Carl rose on his knees above the prone figure. "You know what happens when you say 'no' to me." He stretched the sash-cord between his hands.
"Carl, I… I just wanted to have a swim first." She shrank back into the bed, drawing away from the powerful figure looming over her. His naked body seemed to fill half the room as he leaned toward her, his hefty figure, muscles still hard, mostly from his exercises in bed, filled her with fear, with a kind of panic… and with a kind of lust.
"Now we'll see whether you want to get fucked or not." He snatched up one arm and skillfully tied a length of rope to the wrist. He bound the other wrist with a second length of cord, then got off the bed and pulled the free ends of rope toward the head, bending to tie them to the frame, spreading the woman's arms wide above her head.
"Carl… please, Carl. You don't have to do that." She tried to squirm away. "I'll be good. I'll let you take me. I'm your wife. You can have me any time. Please. Please." He drew the ropes tighter.
"God damn right you're my wife. I get to fuck you any damn time I want to." His cock was very hard, up close to, his belly as he came around and crouched between her legs. One hand jammed the end of the third hunk of rope under her hips. He brought it up and made a loose loop of it around her waist, tugging to make sure it was tight.
"Now." He fell on top of the bound figure. One stab sent every inch of his cock up the pussy.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Brenda gave one shriek of pain as her husband's tool tore into her tender cunt. Her arms strained at the restraints. Her legs thrashed helplessly as he started to fuck, the entire force of his body bearing down right into her box.
"There. How do you like it? How do you like being fucked?" He hit in as hard as he could. "How do you like having a man up your cunt?"
"Ahhhhhhhhh… ohhhhhhh… Carl… Caaaaarrll." She melted into passion from the force of his driving prick. His body weighed heavily on her, his full weight carried by her slender frame. "Carl." She moaned with real desire, loving the feel of the massive drives, of the raw muscular force, of her own helpless position under his domination. Carl was in control, control of her body, of her sex, of her pleasures.
Brenda yielded to him, surrendered to her own lust and the spasms of climax started to beat on the walls of her smooth pussy. "Oh, Carl, fuck me. Please. I need it. I need you. I need your cock. Your cock!" Juice and heat spread swiftly in her snatch. The flesh creamed around the man's pistoning rod. The beats of passion came closer together.
Carl grabbed the loop of rope around Brenda's waist with both hands and started jerking her up to him as he screwed. He was strong enough to break her in half.
Brenda loved the force of her husband's love making, loved the passion he unleashed against her, loved knowing that she could still arouse him to such a frenzy, that her body, after five years of marriage could still drive him wild.
His yanking arms and battering cock made her desires spin, her cunt turned to pure desire.
She twisted up to him with her hips, taking all he could give her, taking the full force of his reaming drives. He ground his prick into her body, crushed her to him, the rope across her back cutting in.
Brenda came, deep, almost agony-filled moments of beauty, of pure feeling, total pleasure. Exquisite pain streamed from her cunt. She called his name, moaning, gasping, barely able to breathe.
Carl bore down, sweat glimmering on his shoulders and back as he neared his orgasm. He hauled up on the rope, forced the woman close to his body and shot the first boiling batch of jism all over inside her pussy. More ball-juice poured out, a river of passion-cream, drenching the steamy snatch. Every muscle flexed as he got his balls oft grunting with each bolt of cum that sizzled though his thick cock. His wife's cunt was dripping with juice before he slowed and let her go limp under him.
"Ohhhhhhh, Carl," she sighed heavily. "Carl. I love you." Her thighs caressed his flanks. "What a man."
"God damn right." He pulled out of her twat and sat up. "You were good." He untied one hand.
"Not as good as you."
"But you really got into it this time. Not like you were pretending at all."
Brenda sat up, checking around on her body for damage. Nothing to speak of. "I… it gets easier with practice."
"I guess so. Gets better for me, too." He stood up beside the bed. "I told you we'd get the old magic back. Just like the first honeymoon. Like you were my bride again."
"I guess so." She stood up. "Do you want to shower first?"
"No. Go ahead. I'll just have another drink."
"Okay." Brenda lit a cigarette and looked at her husband. Five years ago he'd mounted her with no equipment except what hung between his legs. And she'd come with him, splendidly, great sex, with no ropes, no little games. She took a deep drag. Now she wasn't sure she could come with a man – any man – unless they had the ropes and chains and all the rest of the stuff.
But when they did it, together, all out, it was just magnificent what happened. Even if it hurt; even if some people thought it was kinky.
Brenda loved it. The way she loved Carl. For the sex he could give her. She smiled as she let more smoke out of her lungs.
"Open the drapes. Let's get some light in here. And some aft." She went into the bathroom, leaving the door wide open.
Carl took a healthy swig of his drink before he slid the drapes apart and opened the door. "Honey, I'm going to skip the shower for now; just hit the beach." He fumbled in the dresser for his trunks.
"Go ahead. I'll be out in a minute."
"Sure." He pulled up his bathing suit. "Bring your drink along." He headed out to the beach.
"Will do." Brenda looked, at herself in the full length mirror, admiring the trim form, the quick muscles that kept up with Carl, that took all he could dish out. Smears of their sex-juices spread down the inside of her thighs. She began to run the shower.
In a few minutes she was ready, halter and short red shorts on, drink in hand, cigarette going, Brenda went out to join her husband on the beach. And in the next room, Dave curled one arm more snugly around Marilyn's shoulders and they fell into a nice doze.