My Wife Is My Goddess

The last thing I want is to be punished by my loving bride and I know I have surrendered all control. Natasha is in charge now and I exst only to please her. I shudder at the thought of even wearing a dreadful cock cage and I so regret cumming to soon and dissapointing my beautiful russian wife.

I promise myself to do better in the future. But still it is difficult not to explode inside the silky soft materail of my panties that Natasha has made me wear. It is like she is daring me not too. I know if I do she will punish me and make me wear the device.

My wife continues to tease me, stroking my dick. I am seriously at the point of no return and desperately need release. It feels so good and I can't resist the urge. Suddenly my dickie throbs and twitches and I make another mess inside my female panty !

" Ohhhh God damn, noooo !!!!" I curse myself, unable to maintain control.
 
Once again my husband makes a mess into his new panties. Carl has little control of himself I think. I know some of the men have much power not to cum before they please their woman. Unfortunately my husband does not and must be taught this lesson.

The lady must cum first we have to agree.

You are a bad boy, husband. I thought I told you not to make a mess of yourself again unless I gave you permission. " I admonish.

Carl is very red in the face and appears embarrassed.

" I will forgive you this time, dear but, if it happens again, I will be forced to make you wear this cage. " I warn. " Very well, I want you to polsh my toenails before bed so I am ready to go to the beach tomorrow. "
 
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I think my wife likes to torture me. The last thing I want is to have that cage locked on my penis. But I have lost control once again and splurted inside my new pair of silkies. I just can't help it they do feel so good on my cock and balls. To my relief my bride forgives me and says I will not be forced to wear the dreaded device as punishment. I am determined not to dissappoint Natasha again.

Soon I am kneeling at her feet, preparing to polish and paint her toenails. My beautiful wife deserves to be pampered and treated as a blonde goddess and I am ready to do whatever she wants to please her. I feel I am luckiest guy on the planet to have such a young russian princess to worship ! Forever.

Eager to perform and do a good job I place the cotton balls between her toes. Natasha chooses a pinkish color but then decides on a blue color to match the bikini that she plans to wear tomorrow at the beach. Once again she changes her mind and decides to wear the very daring one piece. Which ever she chooses is fine with me because I know she will look hot in anything she wears.
 
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It was very nice to have a loyal and dedicated man to serve me as I like. My devoted husband is sweet and likes to please. I like the way he paints my toes and does what he is told. Carl is very attentive to my wishes. When we get home I will make my husband perform his daily chores for me. A woman should be in charge of this. I will also teach him self control because he does not have much. Carl likes his female delicates and it helps too keep him passive and submissive. It is our little secret and I insist that he wears them at all times. Even when he goes to his office at his work.

I discovered my husband is a very good cook. Since I am not aware of the abdunant american food sourse, it will be his chore to prepare our meals. And i do not wish to do the dishes afterwards, my fingernails are very fragile and must be protected from harm. Also I have many delicate items, lingerie and such that can be only handwashed. This will be my husbands duty also.

I wonder if we can afford a domestic servant for us. Until then he will be made to have the responsibility clean our home and do his chores !



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I so love the beach. The scent of the ocean, the soft sand between my toes, the warm clear water. We have found a private spot under palm trees without many people about and Carl sets out our beach chairs for us to recline on. He is very considerate and sprays scented lotion on my exposed skin. It is very pleasing and smells of coconut. The sun shining on my body feels very nice...in my home country of Russia the season is short to go to be beside the sea.

The ocean looks so inviting but I decide to wait to go into the water. For now I like to have the sun carress my body...
 
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I couldn't take my eyes off of my wife she was stunning. For that matter neither could no one else. Natasha drew attention wherever she went. From the male waiter serving breakfast and the busboy, and the patrons in the restuarant, in the elevator, the lobby, it seemed they all had to stop and stare stared at her beauty. Who could blame them my bride was simply gorgeous.

We managed to find a secluded spot on the beach. I spray lotion on Natasha's skin. She is tanned and looks as if she has spent a little time in the tanning both. I, on the other hand, am completely white, having spent little time outdoors. Struggling with our lounge chairs I finally get them both set up for us to recline on. We relax and sip our tropical drinks in a large coconut shell, enjoying the sun and surf.

The next thing we know a speedboat pulls up several yards from the beach and two couples, laughing, jump out into the water near the shore. They are completely naked ! We both stare but I quickly avert my eyes for some reason. I realize this must be a clothes optional beach.

Natasha giggles and stands up and removes her skimpy bathing attire. She is naked for the world to see. She looks at me and smiles as if daring me to do the same.

" You want me to take off my bathing trunks ? " I protest, being modest.

Natasha nodds yes.

I look around, seeing it is more or less private except for the other two couples and not wanting to be a kill joy in front of my wife, I agree to remove my trunks. I mean when in Rome do as the natives do or something like that.

My wife looks delighted and takes my hand and drags me towards the shoreline. We are completely naked and free, the fine soft and warm sand between our toes.

I am the happiest man on the entire planet !!!!!!
 
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We splash each other in the surf. The water is so clear and nice and I take my husbands hand and we go deeper out into the ocean. I kiss him and let him fondle my body under the water where no one can see us. Carl is, how you say, very horny. His penis is always getting stiff, even when he sleeps and wakes up this morning. He is cute but I make up my mind to make him tame. Soon both of us go back to our lounge chairs under the shade of a palm tree. Carl insists to take some pictures of us for memories of our honeymoon. Because of my good mood I say yes, what can be the harm. I decide to pose for him and show off my body. Yes I am very proud and don't mind to flount it for photo.

The other couples on the boat are gone now and we are private. I feel like a sexy naked model when he takes our picture on this nice beach. Then we notice that company is coming. In the distance a tall black man approaches. He too is naked. Feeling a little shy I find my bathing suit and lie down on the lounge chair. Carl does the same. The only thing the black man wears is sunglasses I notice when he gets close. I also notice he has very large cock swaying as he walks down the sand. I can not believe it is so large compared to my husband.

This very nice looking muscular black man stops and lifts his sunglasses and smiles at me. " Are you enjoying your honeymoon here in Jamica, beautiful lady ? "
I know him from our hotel pool from yesterday. " Yes it is nice here, thank you. "

He seems to remember me also. " Wow you are that gorgeous blonde in that hot bikini at the pool with the sexy accent. How could I forget you ? "

I blush and feel bashful in the moment.

He walks over without an invitation and stands in front of us. I advert my eyes downward trying not to stare at his large member that is very close to my face. I must admit he is very imposing and confident.

" Let me introduce myself, my names is Ajax. I am here on vacation from the States. "

" We are pleased to meet you, Ajax ! " I tell him, still avoiding gazing up at him, " I am Natasha and this is my husband Carl. As you guessed, we are on our honeymoon together. "

" Well I hope you both enjoy your honeymoon here in Jamica. I don't want to impose on your privacy. Maybe I will see you later at the hotel club tonight. " he said, looking only at me and ignoring my husband, like Carl did not exist.

Ajax smiled and left us both alone. I would not mind if he stayed longer.
 
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Everything was just fine, we were enjoying the beach together, swimming and sunbathing. We were alone in paradise. And then who comes along but this big muscular black guy that was at the hotel pool yesterday. Only this time he wasn't wearing a speedo. I have to admit this dude had a very big dick and he didn't seem to mind showing it off.

Just my luck.

He saw my wife and remembered her from the pool also and strode over and introduced himself. I couldn't believe how casual he was, standing in front of my gorgeous bride, his impressive dick hanging down almost to his kneecaps.

Ajax reminded us, or should I say my bride, he totally ignored me as if I didn't exist, about the dance club at our hotel tonight.

To my relieve Ajax excused himself and continued on down the beach.

My wife pulled down her sunglasses and watched Ajax as he strode away with confidence while admiring his sculpted buttocks.

Of all the islands why did I pick Jamica for our honeymoom, I asked myself ?

Breaking the akward silence, I asked my lovely bride if she wanted to go back to the hotel and have a light lunch before dinner. Natasha nodded and quickly put her one peice back on. I gathered our stuff and followed her back to our hotel.
 
My husband buys me a lunch of delishious seafood. The waiter is very attentive to all my needs constantly making sure I have everything I need. He likes to stare at my breasts but this does not bother me very much, I am used to such things.

" Oh baby can we go to the boutique after lunch ? I really need something sexy to wear to the club tonight. " I ask, surprised that he agrees even though I spent a fortune there yesterday.

" You are so wonderful for me, always being nice and generous. " I thank him, " I am happy to be here on my honeymoon in this nice paradise with you, baby. "

He smiles at me. I have feelings he is happy also. What more can he need, he is lucky to have a gorgeous wife, I say to myself.

After lunch we stroll to the boutique. After much decision I choose a short skirt and a top that is very daring and sheer. It is expensive but Carl does not seem to mind this. He likes to get me whatever I desire !

I can not wait to go to the club tonight and show off my new outfit...
 
Once we get back to our room I decide to take a little nap before we go out to dinner and go to the club. Upon waking a couple of hours later my bride is no where to be found. Perhaps she went to get her nails done or the pool or something. I decide to shower and shave, confident that Nastasha will be back soon.

Afterwards I consider what pair of panties to wear under my pants. They are more or less the same, soft and silky and I have to admit they feel rather good to wear. Not to mention it is our little secret. As long as it pleases my wife I am willing to do whatever is necessary.

Finally my gorgeous Russian bride returns with a bottle of wine. She seems happy and even a little tipsy. She proposes a toast in celebration of our marriage. Although I do not consume alcohol very often I join her for this occasion. I have to be careful because if I drink too much I become intoxicated easily. My wife kisses my cheek and says she is so happy to be here on our honeymoon. It is like paradise she says !

I turn on the television while she gets in the shower and prepares herself for the evenng. Already my dick is semi erect just from being around her.

I am in love.
 
We go to dinner and I have the seafood. Never in my country do we have so many choices to chose from. I am in heaven. My husband is very kind and lets me have whatever I want to eat. I am so lucky to be married to such a kind and gentle man, who buys me what I like. Carl will do as I wish and is devoted to my wishes.

The waiter is very attentive to our needs and the service is excellant for us. I simply divulge and eat too much of this delishious food. We have a feast and then have dessert also. The stawberry cheesecake melts in my mouth and not in my hands...

After this we go to the nightclub. It is very crowded and the music is loud and makes me want to dance. We are lucky to find a small empty table next to the dance floor where we sit. After a while the waitress comes and takes our drink order. I like vodka and have it with cranberry.

" Do you like to dance with me ? " I ask my husband.

Carl at first shakes his head no but I take his hand and give him a charming smile. " Please. "

My new husband looks around and appears uncomfortable but agrees to do this but warns me that he is a dork and can not dance very well. We go to the dance floor under the awesome flashing lights and I can tell soon that he is not a very good dancer. How do you say in your language that he has two left feet ? I try not to laugh at him but he is so awkward. It is a little embarrassing to witness.

The next thing I know of Ajax, the handsome black man from the beach today appears out of no where and steps in front of my husband completely blocking him out of the way.

" I was hoping that you would show up tonight ! " he said with a certain smirk on his face.

" Really ? " I say as he moves closer.

" Yes I wanted to dance with the most gorgeous woman on the island. "

Ajax is very forward and somewhat aggressive but it is hard to resist his charm. However I am a married woman on my honeymoon...out of the corner of my eye I see Carl return to our table. I decide that their could not be very much harm by dancing with this attractive black man...
 
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Their was no way in hell I could stop my new beautiful bride from dancing with that huge muscled black guy. I had learned along time ago it was useless to resist unless you wanted to be humilated. Yes I was always the smaller guy who was bullied in school by the bigger stronger guys. Really I didn't stand a chance and that it was better to avoid an ass kicking than to speak up.

Dejected I went back to our table and sat and watched them dance. Natasha was smiling and appeared excited to be dancing with the dark tall and handsome stranger. As she spun about her short skirt lifted up exposing her fine ass cheeks for all to see. Ajax moved behind her and gripped her waist and then his hands slid down to her hips before lifting her skirt. Natasha did not seem to mind and did not protest in the least. In fact from the smile on her pretty face she appeared to enjoy it. My bride bent over slightly and Ajax used one of his hands to squeeze my wife's derriere while looking at me and grinning from ear to ear.

My cock actually began to stiffen in my silk panties.

I continued to observe them dance as if spellbound. Ajax's hands were all over my sweet wife's body, moving wherever they wanted, but mostly on her ass. Half of me wanted to go out there on the dance floor and force them apart and get my bride away from him. The other side warned me that if I did it would be a very big mistake to do so. Better to just sit here and endure it.

Finally the song ended and they both came back to the table. I was hoping Ajax would go away but instead he sat down next to my wife.

" Hey boy, we're thirsty. Why don't you get us a couple of drinks. " Ajax smiled, showing his perfect set of white teeth.

Natasha smiled looking flushed but very happy.

Their was a waitress but the club was crowded so I went to the bar. Unfortunately the bar was packed full and I did my best to get the bartenders attention but to no avail. He was more interested in serving the female clientele first. I glanced back at our table but could not see what was going on there. I had a bad feeling from leaving my wife there with that big black stranger.
 
This handsome and charming black man was all hands. I found him very bold if not aggressive. He touched my buttocks as he pleased on the dance floor in front of whoever, to include my husband. I was surprised that Carl did nothing to intervene between us. Perhaps it should be my responsibility to say something but I considered this as harmless dirty dancing.

Ajax sent my husband to buy us drinks at the bar. The waitresses were overworked and busy. This gave Ajax an excuse to move closer next to me.

" My friends are having a private party upstairs in the VIP room. I was wondering if you would like to come up there with me. "

I couldn't help but blush, he was, how do you say, undressing me with his bold eyes. Ajax was staring at my cleavage from my push up bra I was wearing.

" I am here on my honeymoon...I should ask my husband first if he would like to go. "

" Your husband ? Oh yeah this VIP room is a no white male area. Only white females and black men allowed. "

" Even if they are married ? " I asked shocked by this information.

" You would be surprised how many married women are members and guests of this exclusive club. " Ajax said meanwhile his hand caressed my thigh.

For some reason I did not push it away. I was intrigued...

" I do not think my husband would like me to go by myself. "

" A beautiful woman like you shouldn't need your husband's approval. " Ajax said, his fingers moving further up my inner thigh.

I couldn't believe I was actually tempted. In my home country no place like this ever existed. I had to admit Ajax was very attractive but I was here on my honeymoon...
 
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As I approuched our table I noticed this Ajax character was sitting much too close to my wife. I felt a stab of dread and insecurity, perhaps fear. You have to remember this guy was big and muscular. Nasta was laughing at something he whispered in her ear. I sat down across from them. They paid no attention to me at first, thus they were engaged in a private conversation. I was beginning to be really jealous.

Finally they noticed me sitting there feeling left out.

" Hey what took you so long ? " Ajax asked taking two of the pina colada's and handing one to Natasha.

" It is very crowded tonight and difficult to be served. " I answered. What did he think ? A thank you might be nice since the round of drinks had cost over thirty dollars not to include the tip, I thought but didn't dare say.

" Well that's why we is going upstairs to the VIP room. I get instant service for no cost. "

" Really. " I said glacing upwards.

" Not you but me and your wife. It is a private area and there is no white boys allowed. "

It was a total insult. I looked over at my beautiful bride but she was smiling demurely pretending to be concentrating on her drink.

" Relax Carl, your wife has never been to a VIP club and wants to go to see what it's like. " Ajax said.

" Without me ? " I couldn't believe this was happening on our honeymoon !
 
" Without me ? "

" It is not my fault you are not permitted baby. I don't make the rules for this. " I answer.

When I look at my husband it seems his feeling are hurt. I get up and sit next to him to console. " Please honey, if you understand I would like to go and visit this place I have never been. All this world is a new experience for me to know. You will not be lonely enough without me for very long. We still have alot of days to spend on our honeymoon with just each of us. "

Carl does not look convinced.

I give him a kiss on the cheek. This causes him to finally look at me. Tears are in his eyes. This causes me to almost change my heart but I do not. Carl must be understanding to my feelings also.

" I promise when I come back to our room I will give you something specail to us. "

Carl turns his head away and nods as if I am dismissed.

" Are you ready to show me ? " I ask Ajax before I decide not to go.

" Yeah baby I'm ready to show you off. " Ajax braggs and takes my hand pulling me along from behind. I almost stumble from my high heels and glance back at my husband who has put his head down in his arms. I feel a little sorry but I want to go, we have the rest of our lives to spend with each other ...
 
My heart broke, it felt as if someone just ripped it out of my chest. It had happened again but this time it was worse. Before when other guys stole away my girlfriends, it was humiliating and took a toll on my confidence but I was never involved in a committed relationship for very long. I had hoped that all that was in the past and now that I was older and more mature and financailly secure things would be different. Now my beautiful bride had ran off with a tall handsome black man to go discover a private club that didn't allow white guys. How racist was that ?

I was an emotional wreck. I thought of divorce but that was really out of the question, I would be crazy to split with the most gorgeous woman I ever knew. Besides we were in Jamica and would never see this guy again. Perhaps I was just jumping to conclussions and nothing would happen and it was all innocent. Whatever, I was totally jealous, realizing I couldn't compete with this big muscled black dude, I didn't stand a chance.

Finding my way back to my room, I opened the fridge and fixed myself a drink. I usually don't handle my alcohol very well but I needed a few tonight while I waited for my beautiful bride to come back to our room. Of all the places to pick for a honeymoon I had to chose this place, I thought.

I glanced at my watch, it had only been a half hour but it seemed like at least three or more. I had a feeling it was going to be a very long lonely night, many the first of many.
 
I must admit I got back to our room and it was very late, almost the sun was about to rise. My husband was asleep on the sofa, snoring loudly and the coffee table was littered with a half dozen airline bottles of bourbon and soda. I did not think to wake him, knowing he was not happy with what had transpired last night during our honeymoom. Instead I took a shower to refresh us and climbed naked afterwards under the sheets to sleep.

Laying there I did not feel guilty for anything. Yes I was happy to go from my country and be married to a wonderful man. This did not mean that my husband owned me now and I do his bidding. I am still a young pretty woman and will do as I intend. Carl will have to get used to this I think. He is a kind caring man, if not very passive and seems not to get upset or angry with the circumstances. I consider this lucky for myself but he must understand that I need to have the experience of all that live has to offer me.

Tomorrow I will make it better for my loving husband, I promise to myself. No matter how attracted or tempted by Ajax I am to him I must stay away from him...
 
When I awoke My mouth felt like it was filled with dry cotton and my head pounded. Not that I didn't deserve a hangerover for drinking too much and drowning my sorrows. To my relief my beautiful bride was sleeping like a blonde angel tangled up in the sheets. I just stared down at her not having the heart to wake her, not knowing what time she got back to our room. Nevertheless it must have been very late.

I decided to order coffee and a light breakfast from room service.

After it arrived I tipped the bellhop and carried over to the bed and sat down next to Natasha. I decided not to inquire or question her about last night's activities. I considered myself the luckiest guy on the island to be married to such a beautiful woman and didn't want to spoil it in any way.

" Hey sleeping beauty, wake up and smell the coffee. "

Natasha blinked her eyes a few times and sat up smiling at me. As she did I realized that she was completely naked when her perfect creamy round breasts were exposed.

" I thought you might like some breakfast and maybe some hot coffee, sleepy head. " I smiled, offering her fresh strawberries, banana slices, coconut and grapefruit with a poached egg, buttered toast and steaming coffee.

Her eyes lit up and she began to drink her orange juice first.

" I was thinking perhaps we should spend the day doing whatever you want. Perhaps we could go shopping in town or whatever you want to do. " I offered.
 
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I am lucky to have such a doting and caring husband. He serves me breakfast in bed, even after I been such a naughty wfe for him last night...I promise to do better for him. It is just so overwhelming for me to come to America and be married. Yes my life is wonderful now...my husband does not get very mad, and has such a gentle nature for life.

We get a taxi and go to the city to shop for me. It is a pleasant day and we have a light luch after shopping. How do you say my husband is a good sport, and very generous, he has patience while I try on different things to purchase. Carl likes that I model for him, showing off many items of lingerie and such.

I pick out a very short skirt and skimpy top to wear out this evening at the club. A girl must never have enough hot outfits to wear. Just because I am married does not mean that I can't look good and have fun...besides I have a husband who likes me to be spoiled !
 
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It was a really pleasant day that we spent together shopping and having lunch away from the hotel and resort. We spent time getting to know each other better and I was interested in hearing about my wife's home country which was so different than living in the United States. Natasha lacked alot of things there and it must have been difficult growing up in a place like that. In spite of that Natasha was not self centered or stuck up and I was willing to do anything for her. Like the fact that I was wearing womens panties underneath my shorts because my gorgeous bride wanted me too. I do have to say the soft silky materail felt good against my penis and balls ! Besides it was our little secret we shared together.

After lunch was over we went back to our hotel and I was following behind her carrying her many purchases. As we passed the pool area there was a group of local guys standing there drinking and smoking what must have been some illegal substance and when they saw my wife they started whistling and shouted out to her.

" There she is ! Hey beautiful you gonna dance for us again tonight ? "

" Look at that bitch ! Is she hot or what ? "

" Hey baby you can sit on my face anytime you want ! Just come back to the club tonight ! "

Natasha blushed and waved at her all male admirers as she strutted past towards our room. My gorgous bride seemed to be very popular. As we got on the elevator I asked, " How do you know those guys ? "

Natasha pushed her sunglasses back on her head and shrugged her shoulders avoiding the question. The elevator stopped on the third floor and two black gentlemen got on. Upon seeing my beautiful wife one of them jabbed the other in the ribs. " Whoa, wow look who it is ! Your name is Natasha right, from the club last night ! "

" Oh yeah I remember ! Damn I'll never forget how hot that dance was you did on top of the table ! " his friend mentioned.

Once again my bride blushed pretending to be interested in her phone.There was an awkard silence that followed until the bell dinked and we went to exit. " I hope to see you again there tonight. " One of them said. Natasha tossed her hair and smiled demurely, shaking her as invitingly as she strutted to our room. She waited while I put her bags down and fumbled with the card key. The cool air from the air conditioner was a welcome relief from the heat of the day. I wanted badly to ask how she knew all these locals from the private club but didn't want to seem pocessive.

" Perhaps we just just go down to dinner and retire early to our room tonight baby! " I suggested.
 
" Perhaps we should just go down to dinner and retire early to our room tonight baby ! " Carl says.

" That sounds so boring...ths is our honeymoon. We need to have fun together. I wish you would dance for me ! " I pouted kissing him on the lips.

Carl frowned, not liking to dance very much.

" Would you like me to show you ? It is not very difficult. Just move your body to the music and be natural ! " I suggest. " You fix us drinks and I will find good music to dance for ! ".

Fortunate for us the room has a small stereio. I tune it until I find good song to dance with. My husband hands me our drinks and I sip it before setting it aside and encourage him to dance. Carl does not seem to be eager and looks awkward. He does look silly in his checkered bermuda shorts and skinny white legs and I try not to laugh very much. He has no rythm and it appears hopeless. Saving him further embarrassment I shove him into a chair and climb onto his lap.

" Okay you don't have to dance tonight, you can watch me. I am positive some guys will be able to dance with me. " I offered.

Carl did not seem very excited about other more better men dancing with me, but it is not my fault he can not dance very good. This should not mean I should not have fun...
 
Dancing had never been much of my forte', I was a definate wallflower for sure. My bride however was a natural dancer. As soon as she shoved me down into the chair and sat on my lap my cock got hard inside my panty. Just looking at Natasha made me get hard. When she suggested that since I can't dance, it be be okay for her to dance with other men, I couldn't help but feel jealous. It hurt me that I couldn't please my wife so I tried to understand that she just wanted to have fun. I just wished that it was with me instead of some other guy. Still at the end of the night Natasha was married to me, even if she came home late last night after going off with Ajax.

" I'm positive that you won't have any trouble finding a guy to dance with you. " I said, " just as long as you don't go to that private club again. "

Natasha smiled as if remembering something pleasant. Meanwhile I took advantage of her nice boobs that were shaking inches away from my face and kissed one of them. My wife moaned and smothered me with her titties. I was in heaven. By now my cock was threatening to burst out of my shorts and I would have agreed to anything Natasha wanted ! She giggled when I thrust my hips upwards, trying to grind against her crotch. I had a feeling my beautiful wife had me where she wanted, and knew she was in total control and I was simply under her spell.

Which I was.

Natasha did her best to make me lose control, grinding against my dick, smothering me with her tits and actually licking my face after kissing me. Unable to stop myself I erupted in my panties. Groaning and panting like a dog must have gave me away because Natasha smiled and looked very pleased with herself.
 
My hubby has little or none control. I think they call this a hair trigger in his language. All I know is Carl has many accidents when it is not needed. I have a choice to put him in the cage device and I think this must be neccessary. Already he is my obediant pantie boy and will do what I want.

" Oh honey you are very bad ! Did I say it was okay to have a mistake in your pants ? " I scold him. Carl shakes his head to say no and looks shameful.

" Go to the restroom and clean yourself up before we go to dinner. " I tell him. I like the way my husband immediately does what I tell him to do. Carl is very much passive and does not disagree with me.

My phone dings and I check my message. It is from Ajax. Last night I gave him my number.

{ Are you coming to the club tonight ? I hope to see you there. }

I frown undecided what to do.

{ I want to go but I think I should stay with my husband tonight. }

We did have so much fun last night and I am tempted to see him again. Ajax is very aggressive and confident unlike my hubby. And good looking...

{ You know where I will be if you change your mind. }

I place my phone in my purse and check my reflection in the mirror. Satisfied I touch up my lipstick and finger brush my hair. Carl has changed and is ready now to go have dinner. Feeling frisky I take his hand and we go to the restaurant. I am famished...
 
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All throughout dinner I couldn't keep my eyes off of my new bride. Natasha looked stunning as always. Like I said before I am one lucky guy to be married to such a goddess. Everywhere we went men, and a few females turned their heads and stared at her. Tonight our waiter while taking our order couldn't seem to keep his eyes to himself as he stared at her full cleavage. I mean who could blame him, Natasha liked to showed off her assetts to the best of her advantage in her low cut dress. No red blooded male in his right mind could resist the view.

We made small talk, I liked to hear Natasha's stories about her life in Russia. It was so different than living in the United States. Apparently most of the young men were alcoholics, lazy and abusive with no prospects for the future. None of her relationships lasted longer than three months and all ended badly. I promised her I would always be faithful and treat her with respect. I reassured my gorgeous wife that I would give her support and security for the rest of our lives, no matter what.

I wish I knew now what I didn't know then.

We consumed our seafood dinner and dessert with a bottle of wine. To my surprise my wife ordered two shots of her native vodka. I made a toast to her beauty and we drank it and I ordered another round this time toasting to our future together. By now I was feeling slightly intoxicated, I was not ever a big drinker in the first place. Natasha had a big smile on her pretty face and it seemed that she was daring me to indulge in having another. Throwing caution to the wind we did another. Natasha laughed, enjoying herself. I convinced myself not to get in a contest with her as I probably would lose.

That was when I saw Ajax standing at the bar staring directly at us. Suddenly I wanted to get out of there away from him.

" Would you like to take a romantic walk on the beach baby under the stars ? " I asked. To my relief Natasha agreed. Hand in hand we left the restaurant and out onto the sand. My wife took off her heels and walked towards the ocean. It was a perfect night a slight breeze stirring the palms. The three quarter moon hung above and thousands of stars were in the sky. We walked for awhile and decided to sit underneath a palm tree. The last thing I remember was kissing her, my head started spinning and I felt dizzy when I closed my eyes.
 
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Sometimes I think the man I married is a very much, how do you say, a light weight in certain issues. He can not handle alot of alcohol which is necessary a good thing in my country. In my country alot of men drink too much on a daily basis, as do most females who attend the clubs. Of course vodka is the drink of choice but with russians it is second nature.

My new husband and I go out and have a walk on the beach. It is a beautiful evening the full moon shines on the ocean. I take my heels off and we walk through the sand together and pause at a palm tree. I have this certain feeling that we are followed from the bar. My husband seems very intoxicated and soon falls asleep. This is not romantic for me. I wish we could strip from our clothes and hold hands and run into the waves and swim naked as the day we were born. It is our honeymoon tonight.

I hear someone clear his throat. Turning my head I see Ajax leaning againest a tree with his arms crossed. He is not wearing a shirt, only a pair of shorts. His muscles seemed to gleam under the moonlight because he is so big and strong. Since we have arrived here it is no secret that Ajax has persued me, undressing me with his bold eyes, even in front of my husband. This feeling is Ajax is not going away until he gets what he wants. How much longer can I resist the temptation before I give in to him ?

With a shy smile I stand up and approach him. " What are you doing here ? "

" Following the most beautiful woman on the island. "

" Yes ...so how many times should I inform you that I am a married woman. "

Ajax laughs, " And how many times do I have to tell you that I prefer married women ? "

I have to think these thoughts over. Ajax is very bold and aggressive, unlike my new husband. Part of myself knows that I should insist that he leave me alone but the other half wants Ajax to continue to pursue me...

" Would you like to take a swim with me ? " Ajax asks.

" I don't really have any bathing attire to go have a swim. "

" Well you really don't need any as far as I'm concerned." Ajax smirked, unless you would rather go to my beachhouse. I do have a nice outdoor pool if you prefer. "

" How far is it ? " I ask, interested.

" Only less than a quarter of a mile away. " Ajax answered taking my hand and leading me down the beach...
 
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