by Lexi Archer
She opened her mouth as though she was going to continue the argument, but I didn’t give her a chance to continue.
“Let me tell you something about who’s been an asshole tonight,” I said in a quiet voice.
It was quiet because I was afraid of what would happen if I really let go. I was afraid of what would happen if I let my anger out. I wouldn’t do something stupid like hit Whitney, I would never do something like that, but I was in a mood to do some first-rate yelling and the last thing I wanted to do was say something I’d regret.
“You dragged us out to a club after hours in a part of the island that definitely isn’t safe for tourists. You decided to go out on the dance floor and grind against another man, another man you were flirting with earlier in the day. What you were doing with him started a fight that very nearly ended up with me getting in some serious trouble. I could’ve been killed if Claude hadn’t stepped in to help out!”
“I…”
Whitney had her arms wrapped crossed together under her breasts and she was still looking more mad than anything else, but as I ticked off the night’s activities she at least started to look slightly embarrassed. Abashed. That was something. I kept right on going even though I knew it was a bad idea to talk when I was this angry.
“Of course that’s not what really pisses me off. I’d be justified in leaving tomorrow after the way you acted with that guy today, after what you did on that dance floor,” I said. Of course I left out exactly how turned on that made me. I had a feeling that would take the wind out of my sails if I started going into that right now. No, right now I needed her to realize just how dangerous, just how stupid, what she did was.
“I’d even be okay with you doing something stupid like insisting we leave the resort for a little while and putting us in danger. Everybody makes mistakes,” I continued. “But what really pisses me off, what really makes me question the future of our relationship, is the way you’re acting like none of this is your fault. The way you’re acting like I’m the bad guy here, like I’m the one who’s being an asshole after you got us into that ridiculous situation and I had to get into a fight to get us out of it!”
My voice was starting to pick up some heat. That wasn’t good, but I was so pissed off as I went through the list of everything that had happened since we started our honeymoon that I couldn’t stop. I was on a tear, and I was going to let her know exactly how I felt. If that meant the end of our relationship, if that meant our marriage was over just as it got started, well I was just mad enough that I didn’t give a fuck. Like I said, a marriage like that where she had absolutely no respect for me was no marriage I wanted any part of.
More words tumbled into my mind. Words that I knew were probably a terrible idea. Words that I definitely shouldn’t say because they were such a sore spot for her, but I was so mad that I didn’t care. I was so mad that they tumbled out of my mouth before I had a chance to think.
“I guess I should’ve expected this. I thought you’d gotten over being a spoiled brat, gotten over getting your way all the time thanks to daddy, but I guess I’ve seen your true colors now that we’re off playing with daddy’s money again,” I said. “If this is the way you’re going to act now that we’re married then I don’t want any part of it.”
I stood there, my chest heaving, still seeing red, still feeling blood pumping in my ears. I was sure I’d just ended my marriage. I was sure this was going to be it. Already I could see tears welling up in her eyes. Already I could see her mouth starting to quiver.
Yup, this was definitely it. It was all over. I turned and walked over to the couch. I figured I’d be sleeping there tonight anyways.
What else was there to say? I regretted being so forceful with her, but I hadn’t said anything that I wasn’t feeling after a couple of days of putting up with this crap. On our honeymoon no less. I wasn’t saying anything that hadn’t already been rattling around in the back of my mind. If this was it, well, then this was it. I was still too angry to care even if there was a small sliver of regret that it had to end this way.
“I’m sorry,” Whitney said.
Her voice was soft. So quiet that I almost wasn’t sure I heard her correctly. I turned, raised an eyebrow. She stood there with tears in her eyes, but she was looking at me. She took a step towards me, raised her hand and reached out for me.
“What?”
“I said I’m sorry.”
“Really?”
That “really” came out incredulous. It came out as though I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. And in a way I didn’t believe what I was hearing, although for completely different reasons than how she took it.
Whitney rushed across the room and enveloped me in a hug. I wanted to stay mad, but it was ridiculously difficult to stay angry with a hot woman who was wrapping her arms around you, who was burying her face against your chest and suddenly wracked with sobs. Hell, feeling her sobbing against me like that was almost enough to make me feel even worse about how I’d just acted. Almost.
Like I said, I was really mad and that was sustaining me a lot longer in this argument. It was sustaining me far past the point where I would’ve usually given up for the sake of maintaining peace and tranquility. And it was making me wonder if maybe there was something to that since this also seemed to be the first argument I was actually winning when I was clearly in the right in a good long while.
Hesitantly I reached out and put my arms around her. I pulled her against me. I leaned down and pressed my lips against her head, not knowing what else to do. She kept crying, and I just held her and we rocked back and forth in the middle of our cabana.
Finally after about a minute of her sobbing against me she looked up at me. God her eyes were beautiful, even when she’d been crying. Perhaps especially when she’d been crying since it showed a certain amount of vulnerability that made me want to reach out and protect her.
“You’re right,” she said. “I’ve been acting like an ass, and I definitely put you in danger. Can you forgive me?”
I shrugged. “I guess I can. What really worries me is whether or not this is going to be a trend. You ignored me, you flirted with other guys, and you just put us in danger and acted like it wasn’t a big deal. Is this how you’re going to act now that we’re married? It’s like a switch got flipped in you or something. What happened to the girl I married?”
“I don’t know what it is, honey,” she said. “There was just something about him. Something about seeing him that set me off. I knew it was wrong, but it was like I couldn’t help myself.”
My cock stirred against her as she said that. I might be upset, but she was still my wife, she was still incredibly hot, and I still got incredibly turned on thinking about her with that guy. Thinking about her getting up close with him. Thinking about her flirting with him.
I felt my cock stiffen down below as she talked about him. It’s not like I could really help it. I had a hot woman pressing against me and she was talking about her feelings around Claude. Hearing her talk about it, hearing her articulate why she was acting the way she’d been acting, was providing fuel for the fire with that particular fantasy. It was driving me wild. And apparently she could feel that stirring against her because she looked up and grinned.
“Oh my,” she said. “Someone’s excited!”
“Just a little,” I said.
“I suppose I have been neglecting you, haven’t I?”
“Well you’re the one who said it…”
She giggled and pressed her head against me again. Only this time there was something different about the way she was pressing against me. It was as though she was pressing her whole body against me. I felt her breath against me and it was picking up. I felt her starting to grind her pussy against my rapidly hardening cock. One of her hands moved down and she was ran it up and down the length of my dick in much the same way she had earlier in the evening when she was getting ready to give me a blowjob.
I looked down at her
and raised an eyebrow. “Whitney?”
“The last thing I want is to lose you, no matter what,” Whitney said.
That made my cock harden even faster. “The last thing I want is to lose you.”
And I realized that was the truth. No matter what had happened to us, no matter what she’d been doing with that waiter, no matter what ended up happening with that fantasy I’d just recently discovered, I still wanted her. I still wanted to be with her. Still wanted to be married to her.
Basically I was starting to realize exactly what some of those vows about having and holding meant, and I wanted to have and hold Whitney for the rest of my life. I was realizing a couple of days after the fact how serious those vows were.
I leaned down and pressed my lips against hers. It was just a simple tender brushing of the lips, something that communicated the emotion I was feeling at that moment, but it quickly turned into something more. Quickly went from burning coals to a raging fire of lust as we pressed against one another. As her hands started moving up and down my body. As I started exploring her, truly exploring her, for the first time since we said our wedding vows a couple of days ago. Our mouths opened to one another, my tongue moved into hers, and we stood in the middle of our cabana making out like we were a couple of teenagers going at it for the first time.
Which, in a strange way, we almost were. Just not quite in the same way as those teenagers. Not quite as inexperienced as those teenagers, considering the wedding rings on our fingers. It just felt that way after a month of nothing.
Whitney looked up at me and smiled. It was a seductive smile that promised everything. I grinned down at her, not quite believing this incredible turn of events. Not quite believing that our marriage might be salvaged after all.
“So do you think maybe we should go back to the bedroom?” she asked.
“Sounds like a fucking incredible idea!” I replied.
11: Making Up
I had some difficulty navigating our bedroom for a couple of reasons. The first was that I wasn’t really familiar with the layout yet. We’d only been in the place for a day or so, and I hadn’t gotten the lay of the land. By the time I was familiar we’d be getting ready to go. So it was a little difficult for me to try and stumble around, especially because the place was so damn big to begin with.
The second reason I was having such a tough time was because it was dark in there. Really dark. I was used to having ambient light from a street light or something, but there was none of that here. It was an island resort with the ocean in one direction, a bunch of other cabanas that didn’t have windows facing one another, and a tropical forest behind those cabanas followed by a rather large fence and then finally the island proper. What I’m trying to get at is there wasn’t nearly as much ambient light in the resort as I was used to.
Of course the third, and probably most important, reason why I was having difficulty moving around the room was because my wife was so thoroughly locked around me. Her mouth was on mine, our tongues were dueling with one another, our eyes were squeezed shut as I stumbled around in the bedroom making out and trying to find the bed at the same time. Her arms were wrapped around my back moving up and down and occasionally scratching along my shirt. And down below her legs were wrapped around me as her pussy pressed against my cock. As my hand moved down to cup her ass as I flailed blindly around the room, my hard cock pressing up against her.
I was a mess of high strung emotion. I couldn’t believe this was happening. So much waiting. So much anticipating. And now it was finally happening. We were making out, my hands were running all over my wife’s body, and instead of pushing me away she was welcoming that contact. She was pressing against me, driving me wild.
Finally my legs hit the bed and I fell back, pulling Whitney down with me as we collapsed together into the luxurious softness of the king-size bed. Then we were rolling around in the sheets. One moment Whitney was on top, the next I was. And every step of the way one of us was grinding against the other. At every step of the way we continued that intense kiss. We continued pawing at one another like a couple of teenagers.
Whitney rolled on top of me and I took the opportunity to reach down, to pull up on her dress, to reveal inch after inch of her skin. I couldn’t really see, again it was too dark, but I could feel her hot smooth skin under my hands. It was a sensation that made me feel lightheaded, though I couldn’t tell whether that was from a one hell of a case of delayed gratification or if I was just lightheaded because so much blood was pumping from the rest of my body down to my cock which was throbbing.
My fingers brushed against her panties, against her ass and thighs, and then I was moving past her tight stomach. She lifted up and allowed me to continue pulling, and then at the last moment she reached down and pulled her dress the rest of the way off, tossed it to the side, and my gorgeous wife was on top of me wearing nothing but a bra and thong. The same I’d seen her in earlier when she slipped into her dress for the first time. The same I’d seen in brief glimpses earlier that evening when Claude was running his hands all over my wife’s body.
And that thought just sent me even further into overdrive. Thinking of him running his hands up and down her tight stomach, thinking of him nearly exposing her for the entire room to see. That just sent an extra powerful tingle running up and down my cock, running through my body. I ran my hands up and down her body and imagined I was him doing the same thing. Imagined what he would think when he had my hot wife over him. Then I was surprised to realize that I’d just thought “when” rather than “if” which was definitely interesting.
Whitney pulled away from the kiss and then she was tugging at my T-shirt. Like I said, I was way underdressed compared to how she looked, though in my defense there definitely wasn’t a male equivalent to the little black dress that looked that good and traveled that well. I sat up and lifted my own hands over my head allowing her to pull my shirt off and she tossed it to the side.
While I was up there I frantically worked at her bra clasp, unsnapping it and then pulling her bra off to the side. I could just make out the sexy outline of her tits, feel them brushing against my chest as she leaned down and pressed against me and we were kissing once more. I fell back again enjoying the feeling of her body against mine. Loving the feel of her tits against my chest.
My hands were all over Whitney’s body as we rolled around on the bed. I continued grinding against her, grinding my cock against her panty clad pussy and imagining how wonderful it was going to feel when I was a finally sinking inside her after such a long wait.
Whitney pulled back and looked down at me. I could just make out the glint of her eyes in the darkness. Her ass was moving up and down, churning back and forth across my cock. “Holy fuck.”
“You’re telling me!” I said.
Then Whitney was down and working at my belt. Undoing my pants. Unzipping them. A moment later she was yanking down with a hunger that surprised me. Pulling them off completely. I heard the gentle swish of her thong and felt her ass moving from side to side as she reached down and pulled it aside. Then she was on top of me once more and I felt something different, something intoxicating, something absolutely enthralling and amazing after my self-imposed wait.
A familiar warm wetness rubbing against my cock. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I groaned. It had been too damn long since I felt Whitney rubbing her body against my cock, running it up and down the length of my shaft. Pressing down against the head of my cock.
“God damn Whitney! That feels fucking incredible!” I said.
Whitney let out a tiny gasp in response. I felt her hands wrap around my cock and then the head was pressing against her pussy. I put my hands on her hips and held on for dear life as she pressed me against her entrance, as I felt her pussy lips wrapping around my cockhead.
Fireworks. Explosions. The most intense feeling I’d ever had in my life. The combination of the wait and how worked up I was watching Whitney with Claude was taking its
toll. It was as though I was being enveloped by a warm wet glove as I felt my cock pressing up inside her. It was so tight that it was almost painful after waiting for so long, but it was such a delicious and exquisite pain once I was in. She moved her hand away from my cock and then she was leaning down over me, her tits hanging down over me, her face right up against mine as she leaned down and peppered my face with kisses.
I slammed my head back against the pillow and concentrated on the glorious sensation that was my wife’s body wrapping around me. Wrapping around me completely. It was sensory overload after the drought. It was driving me crazy to the point that I worried we might have a repeat of the ocean incident, so I sat there and concentrated on not coming. I concentrated on the sensation, but tried to avoid going over the edge. It was difficult, let me tell you.
And then with a final gasp Whitney reached the bottom. I felt her flesh make contact with the base of my cock and we were together completely. I was buried inside her. My entire cock was buried inside my gorgeous wife for the first time in what felt like ages, the first time since we got married, and it felt fucking incredible!
“Holy shit, holy shit!” Whitney said over and over again. I kept my hands on her hips, but once again I wanted to let her set the pace. At least initially. I wanted her to be in control for our first true fuck as man and wife.
The last thing I wanted to do was a blow my load inside her the first time she moved her pussy down over my cock. So I concentrated on other things. I thought about what a ridiculously weird turn of events it was that I could go from thinking my marriage was over, thinking we were going to have a fight that would end it all, to finally getting the thing that I’d been waiting for, anticipating, for so many weeks.
Of course thinking about our argument naturally led to thoughts of my wife out on the dance floor. My wife dancing with Claude. Her petite white frame against his broad chocolate muscles. The way he smiled at her, the way he took possession of her body and did what he wanted. The way she gave herself over to him, the way she seemingly couldn’t resist him, the way she lost all control.