The Honeymoon


You have been dreaming about this day for years. Every woman does from the time they are a little girl. Maybe it’s all the Disney movies or the Barbie and Ken dolls that they play with, but they all have the same dream, the same fantasy. One day their Knight in Shining Armor, their Prince Charming will fall in love with them at first sight, sweeping them off their feet to live happily ever after. You met your white knight at the convention two years ago. After a long day of presentations to Fortune 500 suits you needed a drink. The hotel bar had just started happy hour when you walked in. A mojito and a quiet stool at the end of the bar was just what you needed. About half way through your second drink he walked up and said, “Excellent presentation this morning, my name is Kevin, may I sit with you?” Your Knight in Shining Armor, your Prince Charming just walked into your life. The next two years flew by, they were just a blur. Yes, Kevin fooled around with other women the first year you were together, but you knew he was the one for you. When the two of you got serious the second year, everything clicked. You were soul mates, and the sex was so hot and steamy. For what he lacked in size he made up for with passion, holding you, caressing you, teasing you every time you made love. Even the quickies, the times you just needed to be fucked, to have your pussy ravaged, he took you hard and fast giving you just what you needed. The memory of that night six months ago, when he asked you to marry him, is still fresh in your mind, as if it were yesterday. It was almost perfect, it came so close to what you had dreamed it would be like, spending the afternoon together walking and talking in the park, a quick stop at home to shower and pack a small bag to spend the night at his place. Then off to dinner at your favorite restaurant. Kevin even got down on one knee to ask you to marry him. From there, off to a club to go dancing, everything was perfect. Well, almost everything. Kevin had a few to many drinks celebrating, got a little carried away at the club, telling women he was going off the market soon, asking them for hugs and kisses, going so far as to buy a couple of them drinks. He couldn’t even drive home when you were ready to leave. Just getting him to the car was a struggle and he was passed out drunk when you arrived at his place. At least it was his car he threw up in. You still don’t know how you got him into the house, finally dumping him on the sofa. There you sat in the dark, with only the moonlight filling the room the night you got engaged. You stared at your ring as he slept; this part was not what you had dreamed it would be like. The ring was gorgeous, just what you had wanted, and you wanted to fuck his brains out to show him how happy you were to marry him. Your kitty was soaking wet just thinking about it, it needed attention right now. Leaning back in the love seat your fingers took care of you that night. You started massaging your Ankara bayan escort outer lips at first, rubbing and squeezing them. Sliding your fingers along the outside of them, up one side then down the other, feeling your wetness as it collected at the bottom of your slit. Next, you barely slid a finger inside your inner lips, teasing yourself, as you worked your way up slowly to your clit. Touching just your hood at first, moving it up and down over your clit. Rolling it between your thumb and forefinger until you couldn’t take it any longer. By the time you came, four fingers were deep in your pussy, the palm of your hand pressed against your clit, your hips thrusting against the air as your squirmed in the love seat… That was one of your best orgasms and your Prince Charming was passed out drunk on the couch… The wedding planning went smoothly; everything came together in the six months you had to get it done. It did seem like Kevin was drinking more though, he never drank to the point of passing out before, now it seemed to happen quite frequently. The sex slowed down as well, it lacked the passion it had at the beginning. But you quickly dismissed it as work related stress. Kevin was under a lot of pressure at the bank with all the media attention over the bank’s mortgage portfolio. It must have affected his performance. As you made plans for the wedding rehearsal and rehearsal dinner you asked Kevin to have his bachelor party the weekend before the wedding, but his best friend could not fly in the weekend before the wedding and for the wedding too. You knew most of his friends, and knew what type of bachelor party it would be; it definitely needed to be the weekend before the wedding. However, they had to have it the Friday night before your nuptials so the best man could be there. The club where the party was being held had very loose rules; you accepted the fact that your Prince Charming was going to fuck some slut the night before your wedding. Hopefully, he would be too drunk to remember, or even get it up, but then again, if he gets too drunk, he’ll be too hung over on Saturday morning to get married since the wedding was to be at 9 AM. If only it could have been an evening wedding, giving him time to sleep it off, but your flight for Aruba left a 2 PM that afternoon… The morning of the wedding all the groom’s men reeked of alcohol, but luckily, no one passed out or threw up. Kevin even got through the vows without slurring his words. At the Champagne brunch afterwards, it finally leaked out that not one but two sluts at the club last night had your Kevin’s cock in their pussy at the party. You knew he was probably going to fuck someone, but damn, two whores at the bachelor party; and this is the start to your marriage? You were so thankful he slept the entire flight to Aruba , his head resting on your shoulder, waking up occasionally to rub your thigh and tell you he loves you. It gave you time Escort bayan Ankara to think, to clear your mind of the past six months and especially last night. When you arrived in Aruba you were ready for a new start. The hotel was fabulous, everything the brochure said it was, and the staff was so friendly, talk about customer service nothing like the hotels in the US . Everyone was so glad to see you, kind and polite; you quickly forgot about the bachelor party and were ready to begin your life as Mrs. Kevin wants to fuck as soon as you walk in the room, but you need a shower and a nap, you still have your bridal make up on and all that gel in your hair. Making a quick promise to him of what the night will be like if he waits for you and you’re showered, and in bed sleeping like a baby in twenty minutes. When you awake you glance over at the clock, three hours have passed. The mini bar looks like a hurricane swept through it.   You’re not sure how much he drank but you’re ready to get out of the room and explore and at least he isn’t passed out. “Let’s go for a walk on the beach and get something to eat honey, then we will come back to the room and fuck the night away, ok dear?” Kevin reluctantly agrees, still wanting to consummate your marriage sooner rather than later. The beach is spectacular, with the sun setting over the blue water, the sand is pure white, and the breeze is just right. You walk holding hands, then arm in arm for half an hour before stopping to sit on the beach and make out. His kisses are so gentle but full of passion, his hand caresses your breast so softly, you can’t wait to get back to the room, to have Kevin deep inside you. He slides his hand under your skirt, and smiles when he discovers you’re not wearing any panties. Feeling how wet you are, he wants to take you right there. The idea is exciting, being fucked on the beach, the sun setting over the water, but too many people are around. You don’t mind being seen by a few people, but the beach is too crowded at this time of evening, maybe later, you think.   Squeezing his cock before you get up, you grab his hand and head back to the hotel. The hotel has several restaurants and you discuss which one you are going to dine at tonight on the walk back. Kevin suggests you stop at the bar on the beach for a drink before dinner. Hesitantly you agree, a little worried that he may drink too much and pass out again, but you quickly dismiss the thought when the bartender walks over and greets you. “Hi, my name is Chris and I’ll be you host for the evening. Anything you need just ask and I’ll make sure you get it.   I’m here to serve you and meet all your needs at our hotel.” Chris is one of the most handsome black men you have seen. His smile lights up his face, his shaved head shines in the setting sunlight. He is built like an athlete, not huge like a football player nor tall and thin like a basketball player, just perfectly proportioned. Bayan escort Ankara His chest is thick and clearly defined under his polo shirt, the short sleeves are stretched to the max around his biceps, and you can see a hint of his well-defined abs if he stands a certain way.   A double scotch on the rocks for your husband and a mojito for you are delivered quickly, and Chris makes casual conversation with the two of you as he serves the other guests. A thought flashes through your mind but you quickly dismiss it as craziness, not going to happen.   After dinner, Kevin wants to go back to the beach bar for one more drink before heading to the room to fuck the night away. Chris is still there and he spends some time talking to you. He is originally from New York City but has been living in Aruba for the past 10 years, tired of the rat race he just packed up and moved and has been bartending ever since. You lose track of time, and the number of drinks your husband has, because you are engrossed in conversation with Chris, he is so captivating. That is until you hear the thud of Kevin falling off the barstool. “FUCK! Shit, this is un-fucking believable. How the fuck am I going to get him back to our room? I cannot believe he is passed out drunk on our fucking wedding night of all nights. DAMN!”   “Listen hun, I have a break in about five minutes, hold him up and I’ll help you carry him back to your room, ok.”   “Shit, thank you Chris, thank you so much, I really appreciate it. Damn, what a fucking idiot, I cannot believe I’ve married a fucking drunk.” Chris helps you gather Kevin up and the two of you manage to drag him back to your room. Once Kevin is lying on the sofa you give Chris a quick hug before he goes back to work. You notice how solid he feels when you wrap your arms around him, holding him a little longer than just a quick hug. After Chris lets himself out, you sit in a chair in the dark, asking yourself, “what the fuck have you gotten yourself into? My White Knight cannot be a drunk, an alcoholic, who passed out on my engagement night and is now passed out on my wedding night too? This can’t be happening.” After sitting in your hotel suite for awhile crying, staring at Kevin you decide, “If he’s drunk I might as well be too.” You head back to the bar on the beach; a double shot of tequila is in front of you before you sit down. Quietly Chris says to you, “Its ok hun, this will make you feel better.” Downing the double shot Chris quickly pours you another and says, “One more double after this and it will be the last one, I’m cutting you off, you’re better than him, I won’t let you do it to yourself.” “Fuck that shit, I’m getting shit faced drunk and if you don’t pour them for me I’ll go to another bar. There are plenty of them around”   “I tell you what hun, I get off in 10 minutes, let me take you for a walk on the beach so you can clear your head, when we get back if you still want to get shit faced I’ll tell my boy here to hook you up.” You give him the 10 minutes. When he gets off you head down the beach but in the opposite direction, away from the hotel’s private area, where all the tourist have to go. About a half mile down the beach there is a small gathering of people, Chris walks up to them and tells them to welcome you.

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