The Adventures of an Upper Class Slut

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Roger heard her heels on the pool deck first and a Pavlovian response within him caused his cock to start hardening. As Isabella slid the door open and stood there for a moment the backlighting from the pool passing through her sheer lingerie left none of her curves hidden from his gaze.

As she stood in front of him pinching her nipples any inclination he had to play it cool left him in one lustful breath. He watched as she lowered herself into the chair across from him then pulled her panties aside exposing her perfectly manicured pussy. He stood and made his way to her, leaned down and kissed her deeply supporting himself against the arms of the chair. His lips traveled down her neck and to her already swollen nipples as he kissed and nibbled them thrifty the sheer fabric. He could feel them hardening more as a soft moan escaped her lips. Lowering himself to his knees he worked his lips lower.

Crossing her waist she grabbed a fistful of his hair as her hips raised toward him urging him lower until his hot breath washed aver her sweet pussy. Parting her lips with his thumb, his tongue followed, trailing the length of het folds until finally landing on her clit. Her hips writhed against the weight of his tongue as he dipped a finger insider her and began working it in and out.

 

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Roger wasted no time kissing her passionately and then her neck which sent chills up and down her spine before teasing her sensitive nipples causing them to stiffen even more ! Isabelle moaned and whimpered while arching her back ! His lips moved lower and Isabelle grabbed his hair and spread her legs urging him towards her hot pussy ! Carl did not like to eat pussy, he considered it 'dirty' but his step brother had no such reservations. Roger knew how to please a woman ! He soon had Isabelle moving her hips up and down on his tongue and mouth..." Oh God ...Roger...that feels so good ! Please don't stop ! she begged ! It didn't take very long for her wet cunt to start to spasm, making her scream with delight when her pussy gushed all over her stud's face ! Nothing else mattered at the moment...

" Oh Roger...you devil ! Where did you learn to do that ? " Isabelle sighed in contentment...the little naughty slut pulled him upwards and kissed him, tasting her musky scent on his lips. Isabelle felt his hard erection on her stomach, ready to give her even more pleasure ! Roger growled, deep in his throat and gripping her ankles pushed her legs back, spreading her open. His huge cock moved back and forth over her slick pussy lips, not entering yet but just teasing her...

" Oh please...Roger...I need your big cock in my pussy...now...if you only knew how bad I want you to fuck me ! " Isabelle panted, writhing underneath him, trying to impale herself on his massive shaft !

Roger smirked and continued to tease her by using his hard cock to move over her delicate pussy.

" Oh God...please... Roger, fuck me like a slut...give me your big hard cock in my tight pussy ! " Isabelle begged, her fingernails scrating his broad shoulders in desperation !

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Roger teased Isabelle’s pussy with his cock working her into frenzy until she was begging him to take her. Her pleadings only building his desire. He wanted nothing more at that moment and he couldn’t hold back much longer.

Rising to his feet he wrapped his hands around her ass and pulled her from the chair. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist as he carried her over to the card table and laid her down on it. He took a moment to enjoy to sight of the beautiful slut laying in front of him then began to press his thick cock into her slowly. Watching her pussy spread to accommodate him until she had taken his full length. Their eyes met and the look of sheer lust on her face was unmistakable as he started to fuck her. He hooked her legs under each arm an arm spreading her for him as he thrusted harder into her. Her wetness audible as his cock assaulted her tight pussy with long hard strokes. “God, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this” he uttered as his eyes fixed on her perfect breasts heaving with each thrust. The sound of her moans and his hips slamming into her as he drove his cock deep into her filled the air.

“This is my pussy now isn’t it?” He growled as he fucked her. Her response, nearly unintelligible as it was, sounded like an enthusiastic “”Yes!”

Her breathing ragged, she grips the edge of the table and cries out as another orgasm rips through her causing her body to shudder. Her sweet juices soaking his balls and trickling down his legs as he pulls out allowing her a moment to recover as she lay gasping on the table.

Stepping around the the other side of the table Roger pulled Isabella toward him until her head draped off the side. Her long blonde hair dangling toward the floor. He guided his cock toward her mouth as she opened in anticipation. His hands roamed her tits and teased her nipples while he fucked her mouth.

“Mmmm, yeah, you like sucking that cock don’t you?” He whispered gruffly. Her moans around his cock and her fingers frantically rubbing her clit gave him all the answer he needed.

 

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Isabelle does her best to please him with her tongue and lips him as she plays with herself at the same time ! The bride to be loves every inch of Rogers cock, no body had ever made her gush like that before. It was the very first time she ever had an orgasm on a mans cock in her entire life ! Usually Isabelle's orgasms were not that intense and only happened if someone was eatting her pussy !

" Mmmm, yeah, you like sucking that cock don't you ? "

" Oh yesss ! " she admitted ! And Isabelle liked having her nipples stimulated...already her pussy was starting to spasm again, bringing her closer to the edge ! But this wasn't all about her enjoyment, Isabelle desperately wanted to make Roger cum in her mouth. She swallowed as much cock as she could, deep throating it ! Isabelle felt Roger's big hard dick begin to throb and she knew he was close also ,,,

Isabelle realized that she was marrying the wrong brother, but knew Roger wasn't exactly the marrying type ! He was the stud of the family and as long as she could keep him around to service her whenever she needed was good enough for her ! Isabelle moaned as her third orgasm of the evening wracked her whole body, sending shivers up and down her spine and making her toes curl !

 

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As Isabella fingered herself to a third orgasm Roger felt himself careening toward his own. His shoulders slump as his muscles tensed. Hai groan echoed through the room as his cock released its first salvo against the back of Isabelle’s throat causing her to gag slightly. Quickly pulling his cock from her mouth he stroked it hard as the following volley coated her tits and stomach. Grabbing a hand towel from the counter next to him he cleaned her up as she flicked her tongue across the head now sensitive cock. Spent he collapsed into the card chair behind him.

“This is going to get dangerous isn’t it?” He asked rhetorically as Isabella climbed off the table wrapped her arms around his neck and straddled his legs. His still semi-hard cock coming to rest on her thigh as they embraced. He reveled in the sensation of her skin and breasts pressed against his skin.

 

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" This is going to get dangerous isn't it ? "

" Yes, very dangerous...but I crave excitement. I wish it was you going with me to that villa in Mexico on my honeymoon instead of your boring brother ! We could fuck all day and night...until we were completely exhausted ! " Isabelle whispered, kissing him. " Just so I know you will be here when I get back. I will send you alot of pictures so you don't forget me ! she promised.

Isabelle felt his cock stir against her thigh." I better go in case Carl wakes up and misses me ! " she said reluctantly, not wanting to risk being caught together. " I have some time during the reception when I think I can sneak off without being missed before we leave for the airport ! I think the best man should be the first to fuck the bride in her wedding gown since the bridegroom isn' man enough ! "

Isabelle kissed her stud once more before leaving, tempted to stay and have him fuck her again. It was late and Isabelle snuck back in the house without being seen by anyone ! She felt like she was walking on cloud nine. Things couldn't possibly work out better. In two days she would be Mrs. Isabelle Renee Anderson, a wealthy socialite with a handsome stud on the side ! Yes she would have to be careful and discreet but if she was nice and generous to the maid and chauffuer well their silence could be had ! Isabelle crawled into bed beside her snoring husband. Usually it took awhile before she was able to get the fall asleep without taking a sleeping pill but not tonight. Isabelle was asleep before her head hit the pillow !

 

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Roger watched through the window as Isabella rounded the pool on her way into the house. He pulled his shorts on and made his way back for eh guest house. The thought of fucking her in her wedding dress ran through his mind as he stepped into the shower to clean up.

Her promise to send him pics from Mexico was sweet but he had something more ummmm personal in mind he thought to himself. He wasn’t going to spoil the surprise tonight though.

As he flopped into his bed his pleasant thoughts about Isabella gave way the less pleasant thought of having to go home to New Orleans and pack up his apartment. Blah. Problems for another day he told himself as he drifted off to sleep.

 

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Friday the day before the wedding

As Isabelle and Carlton met with the wedding planner to go over some last minute details, all Isabelle could think about was Roger and what happened last night ! During a pause with the caterer she managed to slip away and make the call to Ramone, which she had been dreading. When Isabelle finally spoke to him, Ramone acted as if nothing had happened between them yesterday. He said he and his assistant were looking forward to photographing and video recording this special occasion ! Isabelle was relieved to put the whole incident behind her. Besides it would be almost impossible to find another professional photographer on such short notice without involving Carl. That was the last thing she wanted. The actual wedding itself would be at the church and the reception for the fifty or so guests, { all Carls family and friends except for Daphne and her husband} would be held at the Twisted Oaks Country Club, where Carlton had been a member for over twenty years. No expense had been spared for this momentous event ! It was like a fairy tale and Isabelle was the princess !

Roger had not made an appearance at breakfast and not until mid afternoon did he come out of the guest house. However he remained distant dispite several of his cousins and nephews and other family members visiting while in town for the wedding. Isabelle glanced in his direction several times but he didn't acknowledge her once. She was tempted to approach him out of politeness but remained aloof for the time being. It crossed her mind to suggest another rendezvous with him this evening but she convinced herself to wait until tomorrow as planned...but that didn't stop Isabelle from wanting to shamelessly jump his bones ! She could hardly wait until tomorrow and it had nothing to do with getting married !

 

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it was 10:00 when Roger finally started to stir. He lay in bed thinking about the previous evening for a moment as he stared at the ceiling. The image of her tits bouncing wildly as he fucked her on the table was indelibly etched into his mind. “Pure perfection” he thought to himself as he lightly rubbed his stiffening cock through his boxers. After another few minutes of indulgence he grudgingly got out of bed to get cleaned up.

He had a few things he needed to take care of today. First was a call to his landlord to let him know he’d be moving out. He’d been on a month to month lease so there were no issues. Next he secured some public storage space since he the guest house had most everything he needed, he’d only bring a few of his things back. He made a mental list of what he’d need. “Definitely the box of toys is coming!” He thought. There are a few in there he’d definitely like to use with Isabella.

It was early afternoon when he made it to the main house. The house was abuzz with activity but his mind was focused on tracking down the package from Amazon that had been delivered. He looked around the obvious places but no luck. Finally he wound a stack in the parlor and fished out of the pile of what was likely wedding gifts. Package in hand he retreated to the guest house and opened the box. Carefully opening the packaging so that it could be re-packaged reasonably well later he removed the OhMiBod Esca 2 and setup the app on his phone. He then repackaged it and put it in a pearly white gift bag. He’ll have to find the right opportunity to give it to her. “The perfect honeymoon toy”. He thought. For him……

 

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Isabelle spent the day meeting several members of Carlton's family, long lost cousins, aunts and uncles even Carl's adult son and daughter from his first marriage. She never imagined that she would be a stepmother at her young age ! Isabelle was only a few years older than both of Carltons children. Sophie came across as a rich spoiled brat like her mother, and her brother Carl Jr. was kind of geeky with glasses ! Isabelle was not looking forward to getting to know them much better in the future or any other members of Carl's family, except for Roger ! Speaking of the best man Isabelle hadn't seen him around anywhere in the last half hour...he was doing a good job of avoiding her ! Isabelle wondered if Roger would even dance with her at the reception tomorrow. She needed to tell him when and where to meet her in the dressing room before the bride left on her honeymoon. That would be the last time she would see him for a whole week. Isabelle didn't know if she could wait that long...and she hoped that Roger didn't change his mind and would be here when she got back from Baha Mexico !

Isabelle excused herself and went up to her room needing some privacy. Walking out on the balcony she noticed that no one was down at the pool. Perhaps Roger is in the guest house, she thought to herself. Feeling naughty Isabelle decided to text him but not before she slipped out of the sundress she was wearing and letting it fall at her feet...

[ Roger where are you ? I'm standing on my balcony thinking about last night ]

 

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Ok, “last chore of the day” Roger thought as he slipped through the servants entrance. Just need to drop Isabella’s present in her dressing room without being noticed then I can relax the rest of the evening. As he climbed the stairs toward the master suite his phone buzzed.

“Roger where are you ? I'm standing on my balcony thinking about last night”

His eyes fixed on the attached picture. That perfect ass….. his cock stirred as he now realized his stealthy trip to the master suite might not be so quick.

He crept through the door and made his way to the balcony. As he peered through the sheers he saw her standing in the same position as the picture she sent. He suspected she was looking for him below. Stepping into the warm night air her head snapped around as she sensed the movement behind her.

“What are you doing h….” She said frantically as he stepped behind her and wrapped his arms around her taking her tits in his hands and kissing her neck.

“We can’t!” She protested as he dropped to his knees spread the cheeks of that sweet ass and buried his tongue in her. Stunned she braced herself against the balcony rail arching her back as his tongue flicked across her clit then drew down the length of her already wet pussy. His thumb pressed against her ass hole and she let out a low moan. Already aroused, it was only a few moments until her breathing devolved into frantic panting. He pressed his thumb in and her legs buckled slightly as the floodgates gave way and she drenched his face. Raising to his feet he kissed her on the cheek, whispered. “Left a present for you to take to Mexico on the bed”. then slipped quietly through the balcony door leaving her still quivering in the moonlight.

As he made his way down the stairs he fished his phone from his pocket and replied.

“Was thinking about last night too. Looking forward to tomorrow. Let me know the plan when you’re ready. Sorry to eat and run. ”

 

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Here Cums The Bride

" I now pronounce you man and wife...you may kiss the bride ! "

Carlton lifted the veil, fully exposing his beautiful young brides face before he kissed her. Mrs. Isabelle 'Renee' Anderson closed her eyes, wishing that it was Roger she was kissing instead. The handsome best man and the brother of the groom, who was standing a few feet away, next to her new husband. Everything seemed to move in slow motion as the couple along with the groomsmen and bridesmaids stood at the door receiving congratulations and best wishes for the future. Isabelle had so many compliments on her wedding dress and told Carl how lucky he was to have married such a gorgeous female ! After they thanked all the guests in line for attending the couple joined hands as they exited the church and were showered with rice and flowers ! Ramone ushered the bridal party to pose for some group photos and pictures of the bride and groom together. Isabelle fingered the strand of pearls she was wearing around her neck remembering the other day...she had never asked Roger for it back or insisted he destroy it. As far as Isabelle was concerned Roger could keep it as a keepsake !

Then the new bride and groom climbed into a limo for a ride to the reception while the bridal party followed in a seperate vehicle. Carlton asked his wife if she was happy and she told him that she was just thrilled to be married to him and to be Mrs Isabelle Renee Anderson ! She finally had the security and wealth that she had always wanted...no one know of her 'past' except for her sister and she was determined to keep it a secret !

As the day progressed Isabelle couldn't be more pleased how everything turned out. The filet mignon and lobster tail was very expensive but were the perfect choice. No expense was spared, from the tableclothes to the flower arrangements. Isabelle had nothing to complain about. The bar was open to everyone ! The wedding band softer music throughout dinner while everyone conversed around their tables a few couple slow danced. Isabelle tried to control her jealousy when Roger asked one of the pretty bridesmaids to dance with him...the little tramp had been flirting with him for all day, laughing at his jokes and hanging onto every word he that came out of his mouth. Playing with her long black hair while they talked.

" Don't they make such a cute couple ? " Daphne teased, noticing my eyes watch every move they made. Isabelle hoped that they didn't dissappear into the cloak room or a closet together !

" Don't be silly, why do I care what he does ! It's not like he's married..." Isabelle insisted. If Roger didn't have the decency to be discreet and wait until she wasn't around then Isabelle would have nothing more to do with him. It was only fair...

After the song ended, Roger escorted the pretty brunette back to the table. The wedding planner approached Roger and said something into his ear.

" Ladies and gentlemen, distinguished guests, before we go any further, the best man would like to make a toast to the bride and groom ! After that the newlyweds will open their wedding gifts ! he announced to everyone.

Isabelle smiled to herself, remembering the gift Roger had left on her bed last night after he ate her pussy on the balcony...

 

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Standing next to his brother during the ceremony Roger couldn’t help but feel pangs of jealousy. He knew it was silly to feel this way but the feelings of anger and resentment were there none the less.

He did his best to act natural as the ceremony ended and the wedding party lined up for picture. He glared at Ramone for a moment prompting a look of fear to wash over Ramone’s face. Photos done, they piled into the black Sprinter and a cute little brunette he hadn’t talked to before plopped down in the seat next to him. They introduced themselves and chatted as the van pulled away from the church. She was cute with an average body. Nothing to write home about but she was flirting hard and, just as with Becky before, he played into it. It was a compulsion really. Having his ego stroked when he was in mental turmoil had become a crutch for him and he leaned on that crutch hard.

The reception was nice and the food fantastic as he’d expected. The band played throughout and as they finished their dinner his new friend asked him to dance. He agreed so they hit the floor. They danced to a slowish song chatting and laughing as they did. Roger looked up to see Isabelle and her sister looking in their direction and the look on Isabelle’s face left no doubt that she was not pleased with him. “Fuck her” he thought to himself. “I’m supposed to become a dutiful monk while she parades around with her new husband? How is that not fucked up?” His anger starting to build again.

" Ladies and gentlemen, distinguished guests, before we go any further, the best man would like to make a toast to the bride and groom”

“Shit” he said. His internal dialog spilling out in the open. He’d forgotten about that for a moment. He was prepared though. When Carlton had asked him to be best man he’d worked for a long time on his toast trying to wring all the cynicism out of it so it didn’t come out like “congratulations to the Carlton, you fucking prick, and your trophy wife”. He’d since met Isabella and fell in….. what was this anyway…. anyway, he saw her as something way more than a trophy wife now and last night he made some final revisions. With a Champaign flute in his hand he took the microphone from the MC he began to casually stroll toward the bride and groom as he began to speak”

“Thank you all for gracing us with your attendance today to share in Carlton and Isabella’s joy. For Carton’s entire life one of his defining characteristics has been his ability to define what he wants and the relentless pursuit of that goal. In high school it was to get into Stanford. At Stanford it was to graduate at the top of his class. When he graduated it was to build his career into the success it has been. And today is the culmination of his pursuit of marital bliss.” It was not lost on Roger that his kids from his previous marriage would take exception to this statement but he’d be shocked if this was the only thing during todays events that they’d have a problem with. “Over the last week I’ve gotten to know Isabella and, as I’m sure Ramone our photographer here today can attest to, she is stunning through the lens of the camera but her beauty is not limited to just the eye of the beholder. There is a warmth inside her that draws people in. Her willingness to put others needs before hers is admirable and I have no doubts that these two will have a long and happy life together. “ he’d timed his stroll perfectly and arrived in front of them just as he finished the body of his toast. “Cheers to Carlton and Isabella” he concluded as he raised the flute and took a sip along with the rest of the guests then turned and gave Carton a guy hug before he turned to Isabella, gave her a kiss on the cheek then hugged her as he let his hand run across her ass. As he pulled away their eyes met and the anger he’d felt earlier began to recede.

With that they were ushered over to begin opening gifts as he faded into the background.

 

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Isabelle listened to Roger speech, hearing him praise his brother for his success in life, knowing the resentment between the two of them. When Roger mentioned Ramone's name, her heart skipped a beat...the sleeze bag had the audicity to approach her earlier and offer to finish the photo shot when she returned from the honeymoon, without bringing her bodyguard, of course ! Isabelle wasn't going to let such scumbag ruin her day...when Roger kissed her cheek, the bride couldn't help wishing they were alone now together !

The new bride and groom went the the motions, opening their presents, thanking everyone for the gifts. And then it was time to cut the cake...somehow Isabelle had managed to get icing on her lips and Carlton, being the perfect gentleman and husband, kissed her in front of everyone and licked it off while everyone clapped and praised him ! The reception continued...

' I saw her today at the reception,
a glass of wine in her hand,
I knew she was going to meet her connection,
at her feet was a foot loose man...

You can't always get what you want,
you can't always get what you want, but if you try sometime...you get what you need !

The bride and groom danced together to the delight of almost everyone and Isabelle threw her bouquet into the group of young excited girls. When things started winding down, Belle approached Carl, who was talking about an upcoming golf tourniment with friends, and told him that she was going to go upstairs to freshen up and change for the ride to the airport. Lifting her gown Isabelle passed Roger on the way, standing agaist the wall by himself. " Meet me upstairs in ten minutes, if you dare ! "

Isabelle had been waiting all day for this moment...

She sat down on the sofa, lifting up her wedding gown as she and spread her legs. Her panties was already wet in anticipation. Isabelles finger slipped inside across and touched her clit, sending waves of pleasure throughout her body...

Oh Roger...please hurry, she thought !

 

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Roger was floored as Isabella passed into the hallway leading to the stairs. Was she really bold enough…. Here? He thought to himself. He glanced at his watch and debated on whether he did, in fact, dare. Who was he kidding, he wasn’t going to pass up this opportunity. 10 minutes past and he followed.

Entering the dressing room he found her on a sofa, her head on the arm of the sofa with her wedding dress pulled up with her hand down her panties. When she saw him enter she didn’t stop. She pulled her panties further aside so he could see her fingers rubbing her clit.

Walking over to the sofa he undid the clasp on his pants and lowered the zipper while looking into her lustful eyes. Stepping beside the arm with his crotch in her face he pulled his hardening cock from his pants and offered it to her waiting mouth.

She parted her lips and eagerly took his cock deep mouth as he placed his hand on the back of her head urging her to take more. Her strokes became more urgent as she worked his cock deeper into her throat. Roger slid his hand into her wedding gown and played her tits with his free hand as he fucked her mouth.

Knowing they had limited time, Roger withdrew from her mouth and pulled her to her feet then led her beside the sofa where he spun her away from him. She braced herself against the wall as he gathered her wedding dress and raised it over her hips, tugged her panties down then buried his cock deep into her wet pussy. He arched her back and moaned as he pinned her hands to the wall and pounded her from behind. His jealousy and anger, though subsided driving his passion as he used her body as his fuck doll. Releasing one of her hands he took a fistful of her hair and tugged it prompting her to cry out as her pussy spasmed around his cock and soaked him. Knowing he was close himself he released her hair and hand, gripped her hips tight then flooded her womb with his cum. His body collapsed against hers pressing her to the wall as he kissed the back of her neck. Knowing the danger of staying longer he quickly redressed himself and slid down the stairs but not before kissing her again and telling her “See you when you get back”

 

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Chapter Two...The Honeymoon Phase

Thankfully Carlton had a private jet that let fly to Mexico in class and luxury. Isabelle would rather have honeymooned on a tropical island in the Carribean, somewhere romantic like a adult themed Sandals that catered to honeymooners and couples but Carl insisted that she would love the villa and all its comforts. Upon arrival, after an eight hour journey from the airstrip in a limo, Isabelle had too admit it was beautiful, if not very private. They could see the clear blue ocean from their room and there was a pool. The nearest town was miles away but their was a local cantina nearby on the beach. There was a live in maid who would be taking care of them as well as a driver, They both were exhausted from the long trip and after a light dinner they drank a glass of champagne and retired to their room. Isabelle took a shower first and dressed in her bridal lingerie, doing her make up. She couldn't remember the last time she and Carl made love...it had to be at least a month ago ! Isabelle thought about last night when the best man and brother to the groom, Roger fucked her from behind in her wedding dress like the little slut she was before they left for the airport. The bride hadn't even been married but a few hours and she had already cheated on her husband !

When Isabelle finally emerged from the bathroom she stood silhouetted in the doorway giving Carl a look at his beautiful bride in her lingerie. She heard Carl snore and realized that her hubby had fallen asleep ! How inconsiderate...for a moment Isabelle thought about waking him up but decided it wasn't worth the effort. It would only result in the usual wham bam no thank you ma'am anyway. Still the new bride was horny and had been since meeting Roger ! Lately she had been behaving like a nymphomaniac, constantly wanting to be fucked ! And tonight was no different...

Groaning with frustration Isabelle took her phone and her purse back into the bathroom. She opened it up and removed the device Roger had given her for a wedding present. Isabelle made tiny circles all over her clit and lips of her neglected pussy through the sheer material of her panties...

[ Oh Roger where are you when I need you ? ] she texted and sent him a picture of her playing with herself...

 

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The morning after the wedding Roger boarded a plane for New Orleans. He had to get back and clear out his apartment, put things in storage and load his car for the long drive back.

He was taking a break from packing boxes when his phone buzzed.

“Oh Roger where are you when I need you ?” the text read.

Smiling, he replied.

“Asleep already is he?”

“Yes. ”

“Do you have my present?”

“I do!”

“Then I’m right in your hand. Press the power button.”

She fumbled around for a moment before she found it then pressed it. A blue light illuminating one of the ends.

Roger was able to see the device come online on the app. He pressed a button and adjusted the intensity as it began vibrating in her hand.

“Is it in you?” He asked

“It is now”

With that he began manipulating the speed and rhythm of the vibrations. As he imitated a FaceTime call. Seconds later her face appeared and he waved remaining silent. She focused the phone on her face and tits giving him a view as the vibrator delivered exquisite sensations to her g-spot.

He could see her beginning to pant as she approached orgasm. He abruptly stops the vibration. She stares at him through the phone with pleading eyes. Begging him to turn it back on.

She can see him stroking his cock as he watches her then resumes the vibrations making them more intense now. Within seconds she erupts and bites down on her lip desperately trying to remain quiet. She stares into the phone as her body tenses and recognizes the look on Rogers face as he erupts as well.

 

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Isabelle can not believe how her new toy is so pleasurable. It is as if Roger is right there in the room with her, controlling her body ! It fits perfectly in her cunt and her anus at the same time ! The gift that keeps on giving from a thousand miles away !

" Oh Roger you devil ! " she says as her orgasm washes over her. Isabelle can see that he is also experiencing his own orgasm at almost the same time ! If he was here she would eagerly lick up every last drop of his cum that she couldn't manage to swallow. Oh God how was she going to endure a whole week with a man that would rather play golf with his associates and neglect her unless it was at some charity event or a fancy country club dinner. But she knew it was her fault, she was the one who decided to marry him, knowing what he was like !

At least Isabelle had Roger ! Her stud would be there for her when she got back. For now Isabelle would pretend to enjoy every moment with her new boring husband while they were on their honeymoon.

Perhaps they would go to the beach tomorrow. Carl had mentioned a boat that took visitors out to sea and let them fish or snorkle and collect shells. Not that she would ever consider catching a fish but Isabelle wouldn't mind sunbathing on the deck and sightseeing. At least it was something to do...

 

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Hector

As traces of daylight started to appear over the water, Hector was busy preparing his 48 foot catamaran for the days charter.

He didn’t know much about his guests today other than the extravagances they requested for the day. The usual lunch he served of assorted sandwiches was rejected and replaced with locally sea bass and asparagus. The wine and champagne stocked in the boats bar had been upgraded as well.

The day would take him out to the reefs and caves of the southern peninsula. The sheer cliffs and crystal blue water made for a scenic trip and it proved to be his customers favorite destination.

He had just finished preparing the boat when Mark, the dive guide he usually worked with, boarded the boat. “Morning Hector. Another day of the grind huh?” He said sarcastically. Fact was they were living their dream. Free from the normal work stresses they spent their days on the water doing what they loved. Mark checked the dive gear as Hector stripped his sweat soaked shirt from his body revealing his muscular chest and arms.

It was approaching 9:00 and he knew his guests would be arriving soon. He ducked down below deck, grabbed a fresh tank top from his bag and pulled it over his head. He mostly chose tank tops because they were cool while working in the relentless sun but he also liked how they showcased his chiseled physique.

Returning to the deck he noticed the black Range Rover pull into the lot. The driver quickly exiting the vehicle and opening the back door for his guests who stepped out and looked around the marina. With a wave Hector got their attention. As they approached on the dock Hector couldn’t take his eyes off the stunning blonde making her way towards his boat. Mark and he shared a knowing glance and a smile before he greeted them and welcomed them aboard.

 

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To be honest Isabelle was not looking forward to some silly boat ride, that is until she saw the captain and the dive instructor ! This might not be so boring after all, the new bride thought to herself. Too bad she had not wore her wicked weasel bikini instead of this rather conservative bathing suit that she was wearing just because her old fashioned hubby liked it better. In her mind Isabelle had pictured some old crusty seaman, not one but two muscled hunks ! Husband and wife were both welcomed aboard and told of their destination for the day and if they needed anything just let one of them know. Isabelle didn't dare say anything but wanted to ask if they provided sun tan lotion and would they help apply it to her body so she wouldn't burn. The two men both had deep tans from being out in the sun. Carl on the other hand, had white skinny legs in his bermuda shorts because he hardly was out in the sun, too busy working in he office. Isabelle had suggested that he might want to sunbathe by the pool before they left and get some color and remove some of that unsightly gray hair off of his chest !

During the ride out to the cliffs and caves, Mark explained the basics about diving to Carl, while Hector put the boat on auto pilot and soon joined them on deck. Isabelle had caught him looking at her every chance he got without her husband noticing. She also got an eyeful of the tanned muscular captain when Carl wasn't looking. Of course he wasn't paying much attention as usual to his beautiful new bride, so engrossed in conversation with Mark to care !

Hector approached her and offered a glass of wine. " Thank you. "

They made small talk as Hector told her about his pride and joy, the catamaran, and how good the local seafood was and such. Isabelle found it rather fascinating. Maybe Isabella could convince Carl to buy a yacht and hire Hector to be their captain ? She doubted that would ever happen, although Carl would probably buy her a yacht if she wanted one !

Soon they arrived at their destination. Isabelle was amazed how crystal clear the water was. She could actually see the fish swimming down below. " Are their any sharks down there ? "

" Not at the moment. " Hector answered, hoping that Carl wouldn't be discouraged.

Isabelle was afraid of sharks and hoped that one didn't make her a very rich widow...

" Be careful honey ! " Isabelle cautioned...

 

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As Carl and Mark submerged Hector turned to Isabella “they’re going to be down for a couple hours. Allow me to show you the best seat in the house.” He led her down the side of the boat towards the bow. There, he showed her what looked like a trampoline strung between the pontoons of the catamaran. “This is the best place to get some sun and relax.” He said as he took her hand and led her onto the mesh surface. There were pillows and cushions strapped around the edges making for a comfortable lounging surface.

“You’re starting to get a little pink”. He added. “Would you allow me to put some sunscreen on your back? I can’t have my guests going home burned. Bad for business.” He said with a smile.

She agreed and lay face down as he retrieved the sunscreen from a cubby beside them. He started with her shoulders and neck then the rest of her back making sure to get her sides making sure to make incidental contact with the side of her breasts. He continued down her back to the top of her bikini bottom before he worked his way up. The application of sunscreen resembling more of a massage than anything else.

He then moved down and began to apply the sunscreen to her legs. His hands coated he wrapped them around her thigh then worked up brushing her pussy as he got to the top. Squeezing more out he moved to the other leg. Again all the way up. The entire time he was staring at her ass thinking about spreading her cheeks and eating it.

“There you go. If there is anything else I’ll be up in the pilothouse”. he said pointing to where he drove the boat. With that he left her and took his place at the wheel where he could wait for the divers return and also watch the hot blonde sunbathing on the bow.

 

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Isabelle almost melted when boat captains strong hands massaged the scented lotion all over her body. The young bride closed her eyes and wished Hector would remove her bathing attire and simply manhandle her, she had a weakness for big strong handsome confident young men. The possibilities were endless...

But she was on her honeymoon and her husband could surface at anytime, unless he was eatten by a shark or drowned and that would make her a very rich widow ! She knew that it was unlikely to happen and besides Isabelle was very fond of Carl. He was kind and generous and treated her like a princess. But after all this was her honeymoon and she wanted to have some excitement...

Hector had told her if she needed anything he would be available up in the cabin. She knew he was watching her, he had been undressing her with his eyes every chance he got, like alot of bold males did. Isabelle wanted something to remember on her honeymoon, something Carl couldn't possibly provide !

She got up off the soft cushion and strolled into the pilot house. " Do you have anymore of that good chilled red wine, that sun is making me so thirsty ?

Hector smiled and poured her another glass. Isabelle liked the way he looked at her breats before meeting her eyes.

" Thank you kind sir...I heard there is an island with a pink sandy beach not far from here, where you can find oysters or some kind of shellfish with pearls inside. The shells alone could make a nice necklace. Do you know where its located ? "

" Why yes senorita ! Unfortunately it is too far away to go there today. "

" Oh...too bad. Is it possible that you could take me there tomorrow ? I know it's last minute but I can make it your worthwhile. My husband is very rich, as you know, and willing to spend to spare any expense to make me happy !

Hector smirked, considering it.

" My husband is playing golf tomorrow with some pro and I don't want to ride around in some silly golf cart all day, I would rather be on a boat having fun and collecting shells, if you know what I mean ? "

 

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Absolutely. I don’t have a charter booked for tomorrow so we’d be happy to take you out and help you create great memories of Mexico.

20 minutes later his guest and his dive guide surfaced and boarded the boat. They talked about the sights they saw on their dive as Hector navigated back to the marina. They arrived back at the marina and confirmed the details for tomorrows trip before the couple departed. Mark and Hector talked about the arrangements that needed to be made for the trip then went home for the evening.

 

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Jose' drives them into town that evening, which is thirty miles away from their villa where they are staying. As he drops them off at the only seafood restaurant in town he cautions them to be careful, it is not always safe for rich americans. They are both overdressed for the occasion, Carl in a suit and tie, and Isabelle in a black dress and heels. They are offered a table on the back patio, with the beach nearby and a cool breeze from the ocean. The waiter soon shows up, bows and introduces himself as Carlos. He asks them what they would like to drink and Carl orders a bottle of wine.

" Oh I am sorry we do not have that vintage here sir ! I will recommend the tequila, it is the finest around ! "

Isabelle had never tried tequila before but was willing to taste it. Against Carl's better judgement he ordered two shots and two bottles of water. After ordering two of the house shrimp fettuccine and lobster tail they were finally alone. Did you enjoy your boat ride today darling ? " Carl asked.

" Oh yes, the baja is so beautiful I can't believe how crystal clear the water is ! "

" And so are you, my dear. " Carton complimented his gorgeous new bride.

Isabelle drank the shot of tequila. It had a distinct taste but she rather liked it. " Mmmm...this is good! Would you be so kind as to get me another ? "

" Of course, darling, whatever you desire ! " Carl said drinking from his own shot glass.

" I hope you don't mind that I don't go with you tomorrow when you go and play golf ! I don't think riding around in some golf cart would be very much fun. And I wouldn't want to discract you or your friends if I wore a little ol' skirt and bent over in front of them ! "

" Actually I was hoping that you would be a distraction and through my competion for a loop ! But this is your honeymoon too and I want you to enjoy yourself ! If that means you finding little pink shells while I play golf then I am happy we both do what we like ! "

" Oh Carlton, thank you, you are so considerate of my feelings ! I could never hope to find a better husband ! "

Isabelle was already wondering what bikini she was going to wear...yesterday was an exception because her husband was there and she had been forced to look ladylike and wear a conservative one piece...

 

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Hector woke up before dawn, as he did most days. He always enjoyed his job except for the rare occasion that he had to endure costumers that acted like he was their servant. He didn’t mind catering to customers but he didn’t enjoy being disrespected by arrogant Americans. Fact is, they pay a lot of money to experience his life just for a day. So are they really better than him?

Today he expected he’d enjoy his job more than most days. Taking Mrs. Anderson out to see the pink Sandy beaches down coast. She seemed nice enough during their trip yesterday and he enjoyed liberally spreading lotion over her but he was a little put off by how she made a point to tell him how rich they were when asking about today’s trip. It revealed hints of the kind of arrogant customers who got under his skin. He was hopeful that person didn’t show up but if she did he wouldn’t hesitate to put her in her place.

He made his way to the boat for the normal cleaning and preparation before a customer arrived. Mark arrived shortly after him and they worked together. “I don’t know about you Hector but I’m kind of looking forward to this one.” Mark said as he organized the cabin. “Si, very much” Hector replied. “Reminds me of that one last year.” They both chuckled a little as they finished their preparations.

At 9:00 the familiar Range Rover pulled up and their guest exited making her way down the dock. Her loose coverup flowing in the breeze as she moved.

“Good morning Mrs. Anderson. Make yourself comfortable. We’ve got about an hour and a half trip to our destination. Your welcome to enjoy the bow on the way if you’d like. There’s also some Champaign open in the cabin if you’d like a glass.