Dave drained his fourth beer and set the empty bottle back on the bar. "Well, hell. I guess I'd better check on my wife." He turned to the man next to him. "Nice meeting you, Carl."
"Same here, Dave," Carl said pleasantly. "Take it easy."
"I will." He turned and walked from the bar.
"You do that," Carl called after him. They had met and made chit-chat over a couple of beers, talking weather and sports and bull-shit like that. Carl knew exactly who Dave was; he'd seen him on the beach with Marilyn. Nice guy, he thought. Going to be almost a shame to fuck his wife. Carl smiled and ordered another beer. Going to be a lot of fun to fuck that stacked blonde, too.
The hotel was quiet as Dave waked back to the room. Inside the bedroom, the drapes were pulled.
He closed the door softly.
Marilyn had turned in her sleep, throwing back the covers. Her body was bared almost to her crotch, her big breasts stuck right up, the nipples dark pink against the snowy skin.
Dave stood at the side of the bed, looking down at his sleeping wife. He smiled. A stir passed through his balls and his smile spread. Dave began to take off his clothes, moving slowly and carefully, making no noise as he undressed completely. He looked again at the woman, his wife. Beautiful. One hand gently drew back the covers, exposing all of her body. Marilyn turned one knee slightly outward, showing a batch of rosy skin at her pussy.
Dave got a hard-on just looking at her.
Bending close to her, his dick brushed across his belly. He put one knee on the mattres and started to crawl in beside her.
"Mmmmm? Ulihhhh?" Marilyn turned her head toward him.
"Hi, honey." Lust throbbed in his rocks when his skin touched her warm flesh as he stretched along side her.
"Oh!" Marilyn gave a small cry and sat up.
"What's the matter?" Dave sat up and put an arm around her shoulder.
"Oh. Oh, you frightened me, Dave. I… I didn't know who it was." She pulled the sheet up to cover her boobs.
"It's okay. It's me. Your husband, remember?" He took the sheet and moved it down.
"Dave, I… I'm not in the mood." She covered herself again and moved away from him.
"Honey, hey." He slid against her again. "Look. I want to make love to you. I really want to. Bad." He pressed his dick to her thigh.
"I… not… in a little while. Later on. Okay?" She swung her legs over and sat on the edge of the bed, sheet tugged around her shoulders.
"Honey. Hey, I'm sorry I scared you. I thought it would be a nice surprise for you. To find me right there, all ready and everything." Dave crouched behind her, stroking her head and back. "I really want you… I really do." The feel of her kept arousing him.
"Dave, not now. Please." She got up and walked away.
"But why?" Dave asked her.
"It… it was… was that man. He… when he… did what he did… it scared me."
"I know. But you said you felt okay. Just wanted to rest. You said that, Marilyn." He turned her around and held her shoulders firmly.
"I… it… please… Dave. Later." She tried to turn away but his arms held her firmly.
"I want you." He pressed his hips forward so she could feel his erection on her belly. "I want you now."
"Dave. No!" She slapped him.
"Now!" He shoved her down, tearing the sheet away. She fell, sprawling naked on the thick carpet.
"God damn it." Dave fell to her, lunging to hold her flat to the floor. "Marilyn. Oh, God." He stabbed with his prick for the snatch.
"NO!" She screamed and rolled away.
"Damn it!" He grabbed at her, got her hips and forced her out face down. "I'm your husband, God damn it. I've got a right. I've got a right to fuck you." He tried to roll her over, a wild lust hammering at his crotch. "Alight!"
"No. No! Dave, please no. Let me alone." She tried to crawl from him.
"Slit." He hurled himself against her. His arms grappled on her chest, holding her in place. Her struggle increased his lust.
"NO!" She roared, fists flailing at his head and shoulders. "No. Oh. No. I hate you. God. I hate you, hate you, hate you." Her voice was shrill. "I hate you, hate you, hate you, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate!!"
Dave grabbed her thrashing hands and brought them to the floor. "Shut up!!"
"No!" She spit at him. "Animal! Filthy animal!!"
"Bitch!" He slapped her hard across the face.
"Ohhhhh!" Marilyn crumpled into sobs. "Dave. Oh… God… oh… leave me alone." Large tears slid over her cheeks. "Dave… hate you. Hate you. Bastard. Animal. Thing!" She turned away as he slumped to the floor. "Bastard." She shook violently with her sobs. "Hate you. Forever."
"God damn," Dave said slowly as he stood up. "Crazy bitch." He shook his head and picked up an old pair of jeans. "Some fucking honeymoon this is!" He stuffed his wilting dick into the jeans and buttoned the fly. "Son of a bitch!"
"Get out. Go. Go to hell. I hate you." She did not look at him.
"I'm going for a walk." He slung back the sliding door and strode out onto the beach. "Stupid dumb cunt!"
"Ohhhhhhh!" Marilyn wailed. "Ohhhhh, God!" Her cries carried through the evening air after him.
Brenda heard the last words of the argument. She peeked around the drapes in her room in time to see Dave walking rapidly away across the sand. It took her a few moments to get dressed. She followed the man, moving quietly.
Brenda's bare feet moved noiselessly over the soft sands. Dave slowed his pace and Brenda let the gap increase. When he stopped, she stood still, watching.
The man sat on a small rise of soft sand. After a moment Brenda went closer. "Nice evening." She stood near him.
"Hm… yeah." He glanced at her, then looked over the waves again.
"How's Marilyn feeling?" Brenda now beside the man.
"Oh, she'll be all right, I guess."
"You don't sound like you care very much one way or the other."
"I don't right now." He was silent for a minute. "We had a fight."
"Oh. I see." She put her arms back and leaned against them, pushing her chest out, so her tits separated and stood clearly outlined by her blouse. "Lots of married couples fight, Dave. You'll get over it."
"Maybe so."
"What was it about?"
"About… oh, just sort of silly, I guess."
"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, Dave. But sometimes it helps. Especially to talk to somebody outside objective and all that."
"It… it was… about sex."
"Most are." She lay back in the sand.
"You're probably right. But, I don't know. Maybe husbands don't have rights."
"She said no huh?"
"Right. Loud and clear. Maybe I did come on awful strong, but hell, I… well, I wanted her a lot right then. An awful lot."
"Nothing wrong with that. It's really a compliment when the guy wants you so much he attacks you. Marilyn will learn that after a while."
"I sure hope so. Christ, I… never mind."
"Get it off your chest."
"I… I still want it. Real bad."
"Hold on. Let her stew awhile. She'll hate you for a bit, then start to miss you. But that takes time, Dave."
"I don't know, Brenda." Dave brushed sand from his jeans.
"How about a swim? Cool you off. Feel nice."
"Well, it does sound like a nice idea. But I haven't got any trunks. Just these jeans."
"So swim in them. No problem is there?" She got to her feet, standing close in front of the man. "Or you could skinny-dip. It's dark out here, almost nobody around."
"Oh, hey. No."
"It would sure feel nice. Get all naked and splash in the water." Brenda undid a button of her blouse. "Come on. Come on, Dave! Let's do it." Another button. Her breasts showed clearly. The third button parted; the fourth. She was bare to the waist.
"Brenda, take it easy, look, there's people over there. They'll see us…"
"So what?" She let one tit brush his bare chest. "Or don't you dare?" The other breast pressed to his skin. "I'll bet you're chicken." She smiled right at him.
"Hey, I told you. I'm mated. Remember?"
"Dave, we're just going to swim! My goodness, what a dirty mind you've got." She started to take off her shorts.
"Brenda! Wait!"
"I dare you." She shucked off the shorts and stood naked in front of him. "Oh, hey. Look… I…"
Brenda chanted as she danced into the flow of the waves. "Dave's a chicken. Dave's a chicken."
"Take it easy." Dave waded out toward her, water sloshing around his ankles. "Brenda, look, I…"
"Chicken! Chicken!" She splashed water at him.
"Hey, cut it out!" He smiled at her, laughing when the cool water splashed on his torso. The last glow of twilight clung around her. A hunk of moon shed a silver light, picking out the drops on her tits like diamonds.
Desire crept into his balls again, his need for sex, for a woman, returning with gathering strength.
"Come on, Dave!" Brenda slashed out farther, the waves curling around her tail.
Dave admired her trim body for a moment. His rocks made the decision for him. "Okay." He shoved down his pants, yanked them off, threw them up onto the beach and ran naked, after the woman.
"Hoooooraaayyyy!!!" Brenda cheered as she saw his nude form running toward her, the cock flopping from side to aide. "You did it!"
"You started it!" He grinned as he caught up with her. A wave broke on his dick and he shoved Brenda under. She grabbed his arm and dragged him down, water covering them as they tumbled toward the sandy bottom. Dave's hands touched her wet flesh. He felt a breast for an instant.
They broke to the surface together, her hand on his chest.
"Isn't this nice?" she shouted.
"Riht!" Dave swam more slowly, enjoying the feel of the waves and the casual touch of Brenda's arm as it brushed against him. He slowed more, then stopped and brought his feet to the bottom. "We'd better not get too far from our clothes." Water came up high on his chest.
"Maybe so." Brenda stood close to him, working to hold her head above water. Her hands found his hips and she raised up higher. "Now, aren't you glad you joined me?" Her breasts touched his chest.
"I am. Yes." His dick started to get hard. "Uh… maybe we'd better get on back. Huh?"
"Let me get my breath for a second, okay?" She wrapped one arm around his shoulder and clung to him, dripping boobs pasted to his body.
"Hey, look, Brenda, I… uh." Her skin was warmer than the water. His arousal deepened. His cock got stiffer.
"Just let me rest for a minute." She raised her legs, tightened her grip on his neck and slung her thighs around his waist. "Just hold me. Let me catch my breath."
"Brenda. I'm a married man."
"You keep telling me that. I'm a married woman."
"But… but this is my honeymoon. I was just married yesterday."
Dave's cock was all the way up, lust alive in every inch. He resisted for a moment, then yielded to her pounding crotch and pulled the women to him with both arms, returning her kiss. Her thighs tightened into a solid grip on his sides and his tongue explored deeply into her mouth. The waves swirled around them as they stood locked with passion.
"Brenda!" His mouth dove for her cunt. They fell, rolling under the waves, her legs holding him, his hands all over her slick skin. She slipped and felt his hard dick shove against her belly. They broke apart and leaped gasping to the surface.
Dave lunged for her, took her in both and and kissed her passionately, his prick shoving against her stomach.
"I want you in me," she whispered. Dazzling desire swarmed through her cunt.
"Oh, God. God."
"My room. Hurry." She started to swim along the beach, back the way they had come.
Dave angled in toward the shore, looking for their clothes. It was fully dark, the moon and a few stars the only light. There were several small lumps on the beach but in the darkness he couldn't tell whether they were clothes or what. Dave splashed up onto the sand, dick still fully hard. He crouched to hide his hard-on and searched for his pants. Nowhere. He walked slowly along, head down, investigating different mounds.
Brenda came up to him, dripping from the sea. "Where are the clothes?"
"I don't see them."
"Help me look, damn it." He turned toward her.
Brenda saw his rigid prick. "Dave."
"God, I can't wait. Not any longer." He took her in his arms and bore her down on the hard-packed sand, right beside the water.
Brenda dissolved when she felt the strength of his desire. "Yes. Dave. Take me." His hands were at her breasts, fondling her already hard nipples. His body pressed onto her. Their wet bodies slithered together.
He entered her, his cock moving suddenly into her pussy. Sharp needles of lust surged through her flesh. His dick touched way up into her cunt and she began to come, the wild passions possessing her instantly as the man fucked.
"Ohhh!" She raked him with her fingers, groping for his ass, trying to pull all of him into her snatch. "Now. Now!" Her body went taut, arching to his driving tool. An ache filled her from cunt to tits and Brenda came, a full climax streaming from her wet crotch. "Yes! OH!"
Dave's lust seized control and he fucked. He had to get his rocks off too. The woman moved under him, her flesh warm, alive, her twat hot, tight around his prick. His body crushed her to the sand. His cock raged for release, his balls screamed for an end to the massive tensions. The climax hit him like a fast fist, driving from his balls down the full length of his cock; his cum spat out, thick clumps of juice leaping into the slithery box. Short spurts came, one with each desperate punch of his spouting dick. Dave grabbed her, held her with all his strength and loosed a flurry of final drives before he slumped away to the sand.
Neither of them spoke. They lay, not touching, just resting under the moon, the waves breaking softly nearby.
After a long while, Dave propped himself up on one arm. "We'd better find our clothes and get the hell on back."
"You're right." She sat up, not looking at him.
Dave looked out over the ocean. He'd never thought he would be unfaithful to Marilyn; she was so gorgeous he never expected to need to. And now he'd fucked another woman on the second night of his honeymoon.
Brenda kept looking down the beach. "It was good, Dave, I liked it."
Dave looked across the ocean. After a while he said, "So did I." He got to his feet. "Let's go."
He moved along slowly, looking for their clothes. His eye caught Brenda as she got to her feet the moon light fell across her breasts.
"I'll help you look." She stayed several feet away.
Dave kept bent over to hide his crotch from her. He moved along the beach slowly.
"Hey. Here. I've found my shorts." She held them up.
"Good. My pants can't be too far away." He went closer to her. "There. That's them." He picked up the jeans. He shook them out and put them on.
"Here's my blouse, too."
"Okay. Let's head on back to the hotel." He walked along, a few feet in front of her, leading the way back.