Date: Wed, 17 Oct 2012 09:25:07 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: A Cocktale for Sherry. Part Two.

    This story is for persons of eighteen years or over.  All comments,
good or bad, are welcome and all will be answered.

    Part Two.

   `Jerry. Let's go down to the beach. We've got two hours before lunch,'
she said.

  `We haven't got any sun block,' I protested.

  `I've got some in my bag. Oh! I forgot,' she said with a grin. `It's in
my case at the airport. Never mind. An hour won't harm you. Come on,' she
said, pulling at my arm.

  `Okay, okay,' I laughed, `I give in. Let's take some towels at least.' So
she let go of my arm for me to get two big bath towels out of the bathroom
and let her lead me down to the beach where dress was optional.

  `The staff are not allowed onto this beach during the day, only at very
first light to give it a clean,' she said as she was almost skipping along
as she led me down through the palm trees along a well worn path that
opened up to this stretch of sandy beach that must have been about eighty
yards long by twenty from the sea. I saw that there were four couples
already naked on their towels soaking up the sun's rays.

  `I've never done this before,' I said as I stretched out our towels on
the sand

  `I was nervous on my first day but as others were doing it, why shouldn't
I, I said to myself,' she said as she was stripping off her clothes. They
were off far quicker than mine and was stretched out naked on a towel
before I'd even got my trousers off. But I was sitting down on my towel
before I took off my underpants.

  `That was some front you had there at reception,' I said after a few
minutes. `Saying that I was your husband.'

  `Well they didn't know I was a widow, besides, who was going to say nay?'

  `What if they had asked to see my passport?' I retorted.

  `Why should they? You would have had to show it on entry to the Bahamas,
so there would be no need for them to do so here. Anyway, who cares, you're
here with me and I love you for it,' she finished, rolling over onto her
side to kiss me.

  She said she loved me! Was this the truth or just words to fit the
sentence? I must admit though, I had a tingle inside me that said that
maybe I could be falling in love with her. Maybe it was this that made me
turn and kiss the breast that was against my arm. She pulled my head up and
kissed me on the lips.

  `Fuck me Jerry, please,' she whispered into my ear.

  `What? Out here? In the open? There are others on the beach you know,' I
said in some form of protest.

  `Well look over your shoulder, they're doing it,' was the reply. I turned
my head and sure enough, the couple about fifteen yards away were
copulating on one of the towels. The man being on top of the woman and his
ass going up and down like a fiddler's elbow with her having her legs up by
his sides. `Please Jerry,' she begged. `It was torture to be here for two
weeks seeing couples having sex and me not even getting a sniff of a man as
everybody here then were in pairs. I'm soaking wet already in
anticipation. Please Jerry.'

  This was a new expression on her face that I'd not as yet seen and it
tore at my heart strings that she was actually begging for it. I couldn't
stop myself from grinning down at her as I rolled over on top of her as she
opened her legs for me to get comfortable and it was the smoothest entry
yet as I slid my now rampant cock up inside her.

  `Oh heaven,' she cried as I became fully embedded inside, her legs coming
up to my waist and her hands pulling down at my shoulders. So in full view
of anyone if they wanted to see me fuck Sherry, I did just that. Boy didn't
it make me feel great to be out there for everyone one to see me fucking my
"wife".

  What with the sun blazing down on my back and the exertions I was going
through as I fucked Sherry there out on the sand, sweat was pouring off of
me as she cried out, `Harder Jerry, harder!' I just hoped that those
closest to us didn't hear her as I began to really pound myself into that
hot interior that my cock was sliding back and forth in. It was my balls
slapping at her that caused the little buggers that had been breeding there
voice their displeasure and so revolted and made their escape in the only
way that they could, and so I had them come surging up through my cock to
erupt into the space that my cock was then occupying.

  I was grunting with every surge, this being at the point where my cock
was at its deepest inside that hot vagina. She gave out a scream as she
then, feeling my seed hitting her insides, shook and shuddered as she had
her orgasm and I swear I could feel her juices flowing down and around my
still hard piece of flesh that had triggered of this wonderful event of
nature.

  Wow! This was so erotic, having sex like this out in the open air and
where we could be seen in doing this act between us. I leaned up, having my
still hard cock sliding out to her cry of loss as I leaned over to one side
and fell onto my back, feeling fucked, and had Sherry surprise me.

  `You wonderful man,' she cried as she turned on her side to kiss me,
briefly on the lips before moving down on the towel to then hold my still
hard cock upright and take the wet and glistening head into her mouth. Not
only did she suck out the residue of my sperm but also was licking off some
of her juices that was still running down the shaft and collected against
her fingers that held me in a firm grip. Was I in Heaven, Utopia or
Nirvana? At this moment in time I did not care which of these I was in for
it could even had been Paradise, such was the state I was in at the way I
was being seen to by my delightful Sherry.

  My? The word screamed out in my brain. She is now yours, the voice in my
head asked? The other side of my brain was lost for an answer and it sent
what was left of my brain and senses into a whirl. Was she mine? Would she
be mine? Did I want her to become mine? Three bloody questions that no part
of what brain I had left could give me an answer. Oh what kind of web had
my now befuddled brain got me caught up in, which raised more questions
that would need answers. Did I love her ? Could I love her? Will I love
her?

  What a conundrum that had become fixed in my mind as she kept up with her
sucking of my still throbbing erection, obviously getting some pleasure
from this act. An act that said that either she had a fixation of sucking
on an erect male organ or that she was that besotted in love that she would
do anything to please me. I was still nowhere in having an answer when she
finished her sucking of me, having pulled out any remaining sperm and
licked the head completely clean of both our juices.

  Her smile was one of both pleasure and satisfaction which still didn't
help me with the quandary I now found myself in.

  `Let's go for a swim,' she said, still lying half on my thigh, my still
hard cock now laying up on the lower part of my stomach'

  `I can't with it still like it is,' I cried, pointing down to my still
hard member.

  `Don't be so silly. Who's going to care for I'm sure the other women here
on the beach have seen it all before?' was her answer.

  `Well they haven't seen mine before,' was my reply.

  `Don't be silly,' she said again, moving to get up and pulling at my
hand. `The sea water will soon cool you down and them you will be like all
the men here. Well some of them,' she giggled, really pulling me hard and
left me no choice but to rise up and quickly run with her down the beach
and into the sea. My cock had really been bouncing about as I ran and hoped
that none of the other people had seen me in this state, but she was right
about the water, for it wasn't exactly warm but it did reduce the
tumescence that I'd had a few minutes before.

  Sherry then reduced me to once again being a young child as we frolicked
in the slow surf that washed the beach, splashing each other and seeing who
could dunk the other first in an almost wrestling match, both of us
laughing when we fell into the water together. There was one point when I
dived at her and caught her round the waist, turning her round as we fell
down with me on top of her and we were right at the water's edge, the surf
slowly washing us as we kissed and I then realised that we were in almost
the same position of Burt Lancaster and Deborah Kerr in the film "From Here
to Eternity" as we lay there in an embrace as the surf washed itself around
us. The only difference between us and the film was that we were naked. I'm
damn sure that we were not the only ones to do or have done what we did
there at the surf's edge, for I once again entered Sherry and fucked her
for the second time on this beach for nudists.

  As we lay there coupled as one, my stomach gave out a rumble which made
her giggle, and she eased me off from her, my cock sliding out to be washed
of my sperm.

  `I heard and felt that your stomach needs feeding,' she said with another
giggle and so with a theatrical sigh I rolled off of her and rose up and
took her hand to pull her upright and we walked back up the sand to where
our towels were. It wasn't until I was drying myself on the towel prior to
getting dressed did I realise that I had walked all the way up the beach
bollock naked and not given a thought to who might have seen me without my
clothes on. So it was here did the lesson endeth in my previous
embarrassment of being on this particular beach naked for all to see. It
was a little later that there was no way I should be ashamed of what I had
between my legs for mine more than compared to those that I saw later and
was quite chuffed when I never saw one man that was bigger than myself in
that department.

  So when dressed, we returned to our room to put the towels out to dry and
went off to the main building for lunch, but stopping first in the bar for
our first drink of the day where I found a good bourbon cocktail that had
peach and cherry brandy mixed in with other small bits that was absolutely
delicious. It was the name that made me order this for myself considering
where we were, it was called Anchors Aweigh. Sherry opted for a gin sling
which she enjoyed with its ice that made it a very cooling and satisfactory
drink.

  We sat at a small table in this lounge, close to the rail so that we
could see people either in the pool swimming or sitting on the shaded
loungers. It was here that Sherry told me that all drinks were free as well
as the meals as it was an all inclusive holiday resort, so I hoped that
they took traveller's cheques for I didn't have much in the way of hard
cash with me.

  So with us finishing our lovely cocktails, we went round past the
reception desk and into the dining area and had the most superb lunch I had
ever eaten. I also found out that they had their own lobsters growing
beneath the jetty, which were a gourmet's delight.

  Sated and full after such a wonderful meal that had been washed down with
wine that came from the vineyards that Francis had owned and now belonged
to her brother, a vintage such as I had never enjoyed so much. In fact we
had had two bottles to drink between us. We thanked the waiter for his
service and asked him to pass on our compliments to the chef for the
wonderful meal we had just eaten. We even got a bow from him as we left the
dining room, deciding that after a meal such as that, that we should have a
siesta for our stomachs to really appreciate what had been put inside
them. Sherry had no arguments over this decision and so that was where we
went and both slept like those of the dead.

  We were woken up by a knocking at the door, now I had locked it after we
had entered as we didn't want to be disturbed by any cleaner or whatever,
but with this persistent knocking had to get up to see who it was making
this noise to wake us up. I had looked at my watch to be surprised that it
was just coming up to six o'clock of the evening. I got up and went and
unlocked the door to see who was outside. It was only after opening it and
saw this dark young man standing there with our luggage did I know why the
knocking , but it was the way his eyes opened wider as he look down at my
body did I realise that I had gotten out of bed naked.

  `Y..y..your luggage from the airport sah,' he stammered, his eyes still
looking down at my groin.

  `Oh, thank you, Bring them in please,' I said and indicated where he was
to put them. At that point, Sherry came awake, her eyes only half open went
and sat up in bed and with her also being naked, her two lovely tits were
now on open display and this young man nearly fell over the floor rug
before dropping the luggage when I'd indicated, his eyes crossing between
the sight of Sherry's breasts and my cock. I'd found a dollar bill and
passed it to him with thanks and he stammered his as he backed out of the
room not knowing which sight to linger his eyes upon until I shut the door
so finishing his view of the pair of us.

  It was only when I lifted my case up onto a stand that was there for that
very purpose that I know of the mistake we had made.

  `Shit!' I exclaimed. `Shit and double shit!'

  `What's the matter darling?' she asked. It was not for a while did it
register with me that she had called me darling.

  `We fucked up at the desk! You said I was your husband and went and
signed the book as though I was. Now we've had our luggage collected and it
has my real name on the bloody label. So they will all know that I'm not
really your husband.' Then she started to laugh, falling back on the bed as
her body shook with mirth. It was contagious for I started to laugh too and
climbed back on the bed as we then hugged each other in our merriment.

  `So...so they all now know that we are not man and wife, are they going
to care? No. As long as we pay for the room they're not going to give a
shit. Which of us is going to pay the bill?' she asked, her laughing now
down to her giving me a smirk of a look.

  `I am,' I said quite haughtily. `I couldn't expect my wife to pay the
bill,' and that set us both off laughing again.

  `And...and...and what name would you put on the traveller's cheque?' and
off she went again to which I joined in for they had my real name on them
so they would have found out then. Her body was still shaking when she held
out her open arms. `Come here my darling of a husband with the wrong name,'
and started to laugh again and I couldn't help but join in both, the arms
and the laughter and then suddenly sobered up.

  `Do you know that that is the second time that you've called me darling?'
I asked as I crushed her breasts to my chest.

  `And why not? You are my darling and it the short time that we have known
each other, in both senses of the word,' she gave me a smile at this point
and am not really sure if it was a smile or a smirk, `I have come to love
you. Do you love me as much as I love you?' I saw the edge of tears in her
eyes and not wanting them to become full tears said what she wanted to
hear, and yet, there was quite a lot of truth in what I came out with.

  `Sherry darling, you have given me what many men do not get from a woman,
and that is love in the giving of not only her body but her heart, and that
is what I am beginning to fall in love with. The heart! It is that that
generates the brain and the rest of the body to respond to this feeling
that the heart is giving out and you have shown me that what you have said
is from the heart. I am coming to love you very fast and hope that within
these two weeks that you will have captured mine which I feel deep down
inside me is what you will do.' Then she began to cry and pulled me even
harder to her breasts as she kissed whatever part of my face that she could
reach in my half angled body positioned across hers.

  It was several minutes before her crying ceased and I gently wiped away
the tears from her eyes and cheeks to gently kiss both eyelids before those
lovely lips that were a fundamental part of the sweet mouth that I was fast
coming to love pressing my own lips to in our kissing. It wasn't long
before we had removed the constricting sheet that had covered her body for
me to look at, to stroke and run my hand up and down the silky skin before
kissing both breasts and nibbling at the nipples that soon became
outstanding nodules that were easier to suck upon. As I slowly began to
kiss my way further down I heard her speak.

  `Turn round Jerry darling, but don't stop where you are going.' So I
began working my own body round on the bed as I kept up my kissing as I
passed over her stomach and found that she had now pushed me over onto my
back and had her get across my body as I was now down to her pubic hairs
that were now above me and kept using my tongue as she too shifted her body
and found that I had her sex right above my face. Not only that, but my sex
was now right beneath hers and I felt her hand take hold of my now fully
erect cock and had her take the head into the hot interior of her
mouth. Her body came down on to me and I was then able to use my tongue to
lick up against her clit and also run it all round the insides of those
sexual petals that hid it from most eyes.

  I managed to get my arms free and my hands up near my head to be able to
keep her thighs up and to prevent her moving down and further to smother me
as I licked, sucked and teased whatever I could get tongue to. She at the
other end didn't have the problem that I could be subjected too as she was
up on top and therefore controlled all that we did. Oh how sweet it was to
have her tongue roving over the flesh that she had bared so that she could
tease me while she sucked on my organ. I'm not sure who got the most
pleasure of us both sucking and teasing each other with our mouths and
tongues. I only know that I loved it and it wasn't long before I began to
buck my hips upwards to come in her mouth only to find that I had also
brought her to an orgasm and nearly choked on what she gave out in these
throes of our two bodies. I still think I suffered the most on almost being
drowned with her outpourings. But overall, we had both pleasured each other
and we soon moved apart after having had our sexual release and left the
bed for a shower.

  Now this was a far cry from that shower that the Hilton had for here we
could both get into the cubicle and still have plenty of room to do as we
wished but with us just having had sex, we didn't do it in the shower but
there was enough space for us to wash each other under the cascade of water
that not only cleaned us but kept, well, me at least, from becoming aroused
again. It's strange that a man easily shows his arousal for a woman to
either see or feel and yet the male cannot really tell in a physical sense
when a woman has been aroused in a similar fashion. Answers please on a
postcard. Sorry. A touch of English humour there. But it is really an
answer that most heterosexual males would like to know. But I've digressed,
apologies.

  With us both showered, sated and clean, got dressed in fresh clothes from
our collected luggage, went off for a drink before dinner. This we had, the
same cocktails as before and an even better dinner than lunch had been. The
lobster thermidor was out of this world, as was the rest of the meal washed
down again by the unrivalled wine.

  Instead of going straight to our room, we stayed in the lounge for
another hour to listen to the pianist as we had a few more drinks. We also
learned a bit more about Francis, the builder of this resort, turning it
from a barren island to what it was now. She had also been among other
things, a cabaret artiste and so when she was here would quite often give
an evening of her singing which we were told has never been
bettered. Another fact was that whenever you heard Clare de Lune being
played on the piano told you that she was there running her fingers over
the keys. It was a sad time for the hotel when they learned that she had
died in a plane crash back in the sixties and she, for all that she had
achieved and was a millionaire, was only twenty six at the time of her
death.

  So she could only have been in her early twenties when she raised this
island into what it was now and so made a note at I would look up to read
the story of this remarkable young women, for what she had achieved here
was far better than any other holiday resort I had ever been to, bearing in
mind that this had been originally started back in the early sixties. It
says a lot that this many years later it still surpasses all those that
have been built since.

  So after several drinks from the bar and listening to the music played on
the piano, said out goodnights to those close to our table and we left,
Sherry and I, to go back to our room for the pleasure that we could give to
each other by being naked in bed and of the having of each other.

  We were woken after a lovely night of sex by having a tray containing
both tea and coffee by a maid, two options as we hadn't made it known which
was our preference beforehand. It was a languid sexual session we had
before getting up for our shower and other ablutions before getting dressed
for going off for breakfast. It was here that we learned that we could take
a collation of cold foods in a hamper to have as a lunch if we wished to
stay on the private beach for the day. This we opted for and so with fresh
clean towels, that heaven sent bottle of sun block and the hamper, we spent
the rest of that day, naked and having me looking like one of the home
grown lobsters at the end of it in spite of the sun block.

  After two days, the redness had gone and been replaced by a nice middle
brown shade with only one near white piece left on my body and that was of
my penis for Sherry insisted that I kept it covered with a sock. I felt a
right prick lying there out on the sand in the sun with this bloody sock on
my cock for most of the day, only giving it the odd hour in the sun, but it
eventually turned a nice brown in colour too. This was because if it had
got burnt, she would have been the loser in the sex stakes that we had
every night.

  By now, all or most of the staff knew that I wasn't really Mr. Mason but
Mr. Cromwell, my real name, it having been found on my luggage and I'm
still not sure if they were taking the piss when some of the staff
addressed me as Mr. Mason and some as Mr. Cromwell. Sherry would also be
one to tease me because of my surname asking me questions that I couldn't
answer, such as was I in anyway related to that Oliver Cromwell that had
the English King Charles the 1st beheaded. When she saw that I didn't think
it funny stopped. It had slightly angered me for it was one of the jibes I
used to get when I was a schoolboy. Because of this I did a lot of research
later and I am quite sure that I was in fact related to this long past man
with having some later heirs to his name emigrating to the Americas, but it
was not something that I boasted about.

  That was the only tiff we had and she was easily forgiven, so much so
that on our seventh day there I asked Sherry if she would marry me. She was
over the moon and went up like a sky rocket at me making this
proposal. What I think was stupid was that I asked her while we were in the
lounge. Before I knew it, everybody there was congratulating me and trying
to get a kiss from Sherry, the men that is, while the woman were wanting to
give me a kiss. Those most forward were the ones that spent time on the
nudist beach as we did, so the women knew what I had and the men what
Sherry had.

  Then I went and did another stupid thing though Sherry didn't think so,
and the reason I think it was stupid was because I was completely sober at
the time. I asked if the manager could arrange for a churchman to come out
to the island to join us in wedlock. Well this sent Sherry higher that the
moon this time when I told her of what I had arranged. Boy, what sex I was
given that night and I was a bloody wreck the next day.

  Not Sherry. She was constantly bubbling over with excitement and went off
that day to Nassau to get herself a decent outfit to get married in. After
seeing Sherry off in one of the island's boats went and saw the manager and
apologised for how I had signed the register, which he waved away and on
hearing what I had to say about my lack of attire for such an occasion of
getting married was a brick, using the English vernacular in helping me
with this by having quite a few different modes of attire being brought out
to the island for me to choose something that would be appropriate.

  But I then threw him another curve for I asked if we could book in for
another two weeks making the island the place for our honeymoon as it
were. He then became most apologetic in saying that all the rooms had been
booked which made me rather crestfallen, but he said that he would speak to
Sir Gervaise Lyon who actually owned not only the hotel but the island, and
had inherited from his late sister, Francis.

  This the manager did and because it was to be the first wedding ever held
on the island gave his consent that one of the upstairs suites of the main
building could be ours for the two weeks that I had asked for our honeymoon
period. Digressing slightly, I met Sir Gervaise a couple of times over the
next few years and came to like him very well when we spent times together
on the island that was in his name, him with his wife Diane and me with
Sherry.

  But I have digressed again, and I was pleased to hear from the manager
that we could have our two weeks with the approval of Sir Gervaise and have
the Panther suite which was above the reception desk. Well the day arrived
as did a minister that would perform the ceremony which was to be held in
the lounge. Flowers had been brought over from the mainland and used to
make an arch, similar to a bower that we would stand beneath.

  The time came and I stood in under this arch of flowers, a very nervous
man with all the guests there looking at me and me alone for I didn't have
a best man standing beside me. I checked my pocket for about the tenth time
to make sure the wedding ring was there, one that the manager had arranged
to be delivered to me from a jeweller's in Nassau. The pianist was at the
grand piano that was in the far corner behind me, playing softly until he
then began to play the Wedding March and I turned my head and saw Sherry,
looking absolutely fabulous in the gown she had selected, coming towards me
on the arm of the manager who was escorting her till she came to stand
beside me. The smile she gave me was out of this world.

  The minister gave out a little cough to draw the attention we were paying
to each other so that we should turn to face him. He then began the
ceremony which I'm sure you are all familiar with the words to be said and
our responses to the specific questions asked and after putting the ring on
her finger it was announced that we were now man and wife.

  The pianist started playing something that was unknown to me as all the
guests there began clapping their hands as Sherry and I had our first kiss
as a married couple. Waiters were hovering around with many glasses as
champagne bottles were popped open and filled to be passed round to all
there. There were many cheers of good health etc as the glasses were raised
in a toast to us, we being given a glass each which we clinked together
before taking a sip, smiling like two Cheshire Cats.

  With the island being an all inclusive holiday venue, champagne was not
one of the free drinks that the bar offered so I had had two cases brought
over from the mainland for the guests to drink there on our behalf. So they
all had at least two or three glasses each before turning to the bar for
the standard free drinks.

  Sherry and I circulated thanking everyone for being there, though they
didn't really have any choice as there was nowhere else to go for a drink,
after which, everybody trooped round to the dining room where the placing
of the tables had been changed a little giving us one that faced all the
others. On this table was a large wedding cake that the chef and his wife
had laboured over in the making and it looked lovely there on this top
table where we were both escorted.

  A photographer had also come over to the island with the minister on my
request to take as many pictures that he could, so there had been many
flashes of light during the ceremony as well as now as Sherry and I then
cut the cake to much clapping from those there and each and every one of
them were given a slice to eat. I gave a short speech thanking everybody
for their kind words and to the staff for making this a happy day for
Sherry and myself as well as compliments to the chef and his wife for the
beautiful cake.

  Then everybody sat down for lunch, which as ever, was a dream to
eat. This was the only day that we didn't go down to the off limits nudist
beach and after the wonderful meal we all trooped back to the bar for more
drinks. It was mid afternoon before we begged off and were cheered as we
left the bar to now go to our new accommodation that was on the floor above
and over the dining room.

  We had previously been shown which was to be our room for the next two
weeks and I opened the door to the suite and picked Sherry up in the ritual
of carry the wife across the threshold before kicking the door shut behind
me before putting her down and taking her into my arms.

  `Are you happy Mrs. Cromwell?' I asked with a smile, looking at her
radiant face.

  `Very much so Mr. Cromwell, and I would like to kiss the man that has
given me that name,' she said, her eyes shining with what I can only say,
love. The kiss we had was very passionate and I knew she could feel that I
had an erection with our bodies being closed up tight to each other. `Will
Mr. Cromwell now take Mrs. Cromwell to bed to consummate the marriage.'

  `Most certainly,' I replied, easing the wedding dress off of her
shoulders to let it slip down her body. She hadn't worn a bra and these
were the first part of her body to be revealed to this married man. I bent
my head down and kissed them both as well as giving each nipple a suck and
a little nibble, raising them up to hard little knobs. With a shake of her
body, the rest of her dress slipped off her waist to reveal that she hadn't
been wearing panties either and so I fell to my knees and buried my face
into the trimmed pubic hairs to take in her smell before licking at her sex
for a moment before she moved back.

  `I don't want to come with you on your knees,' she said. `I want you
inside me when I do and also feel you coming inside me at the same time.'
She went and got onto the bed as I quickly took my clothes off for her to
see that I had a massive erection sticking out in front of me that swayed
from side to side as I approached the bed and climbed on and into her open
arms. Her legs were open too and it was in between these that I went too,
having my throbbing cock unerring knowing where to go and we both gave out
a sigh as it moved up into the heat of the interior of her vagina until she
had as much of it inside as I could get.

  `What a man,' she breathed as it twitched at feeling her muscles flex
themselves all round the head and shaft.

  `What a woman,' said before I kissed her before starting to move my hips
and so began to fuck my wife.

  The hotel guests didn't see us for dinner as we didn't leave the room,
spending the whole afternoon, evening and night in bed, fucking each other
senseless. After our first coupling which gave her two orgasms to my one
coming, she went down on me to suck out any sperm left inside my cock as
well as licking off her juices before giving the head a kiss and coming up
to then kiss my lips. I think I actually got a taste of my own semen in
this and didn't mind it at all.

  She kept fondling my prick and balls as I played with her breasts until
she roused me up again, though she helped by nibbling all up the underside
of my cock as well as sucking on my balls. This time, she pushed me onto my
back and got astride my thighs and held my now rigid cock upright and
slowly sank down on it, guiding it into the right place before letting go
and sinking down even further till she was sitting on my thighs with my
cock throbbing and pulsating inside her. Juices had already started to come
out of her and I could feel it slowly moving down over my balls and inner
thighs.

  As she began to lift herself up and down in the fucking of herself on my
cock, her breasts too moved in an up and down motion that just begged to be
held and stopped in their movements. This I did with my hands, holding
those firm orbs to massage with my fingers as she moved on me. She had a
constant smile on her face as she did so, giving me the pleasure of seeing
that smile at the same time of having her work herself on my erection.

  `I'm nearly there,' I grunted, giving her tits an extra squeeze.

  `Hold on if you can for I'm not far off,' she panted, beginning to move
faster on me, her hands coming up to cover mine, squeezing them even harder
into her breasts as well as making them move from side to side. `I'm
coming...I'm coming,' she gasped, her eyes closing and her facial
expression changing as she then ground her body down onto mine, moving her
hips in a crosswise movement as she began to shudder and gave out a muted
scream as she had her orgasm. I came then, pumping my hips up with a little
difficulty as I gave up the contents of my balls into her insides.

  With her outpourings sliding down between my legs, she slumped forward
onto my chest and I held her there, feeling the sweat from her breasts
mixing with mine. My cock was still hard up inside her and stayed there for
quite some time before it deflated to the extent that it slipped out of its
own accord. She gave a big heaving sigh as it left her body and she gave me
another kiss before rolling off me to go down and suck on it.

  After cleaning it up, she moved back up the bed and I then went down to
see to her in a similar fashion and I knew that I certainly did get a taste
of my own sperm as I sucked at her juices along with mine till she was as
clean down there as I was.

  As I've already said, we didn't go down for dinner and fucked her another
three times before we exhausted ourselves and finally falling asleep in
each other's arms.

                                                           *

  On waking up next morning I expected us to have sex but she was out of
the bed and having a shower leaving me to wonder what had she meant in
saying that she would tell me at breakfast what she had planned. So I had
my shower while she dressed and soon was the same and we went down for
breakfast. We were both embarrassed by having the fifteen odd people there
begin clapping at our entrance as we made our way to our table. We got a
some bawdy comments from a few males that made Sherry blush and so hid her
face behind the menu she had been handed.

  We were having a last cup of coffee after eating and asked her what she
had planned for us, so she leaned closer to me to whisper.

  `Well with what those other men said will add a little more piquancy to
it for I want us to make love on our beach. Not just on the beach, but
right out in the middle to let them see just what kind of man I married. A
man who was a giant. Strong. Virile. A man above men. Who would wish that
they had when they see what you have and ready to take me and their women
being jealous of what I will be having and what their men lack.'

  `Sherry!' I cried, a bit louder than I intended. `We can't,' bringing my
voice down. `It...it's not the done thing!' I stuttered.

  `Done or not done, it's what I would like us to do Jerry. Just this once,
please,' she said, her hand coming onto mine. `We've seen others doing it
and they no doubt have seen us too.'

  `Maybe, but not out in the middle,' I said.

  `Please Jerry, just this once. Please!'

  She was begging and had such a pleading expression on her face that
melted my heart and turned my hand to hold hers.

  `Once. Just this once,' I said and saw her eyes light up and rose up and
gave me a kiss. `Come then, let's get our towels and a food hamper.' So I
got up as Sherry spoke to a waiter about a small hamper of food and soft
drinks which we collected after being up in our room to collect two towels.

  Sherry carried these while I carried the hamper down to the beach where
she immediately went out into the middle and spread out our towels. She had
brought an extra two, small ones for drying ourselves.

  `Let's have a swim first, there's only one couple here so far,' she said
as she was taking her clothes off. I had no option but to take mine off
while she watched and when I was naked the same way as she was, she took my
hand and we walked down to the sea, wading in before actually swimming. We
always swam close to the beach for it was warmer water than if you went out
too far for it was really cold then. We played around for awhile moving
into wrestling where I managed to throw her off me into the water but she
caught me out once right near the edge of the beach. I fell down onto my
back with her on top of me.

  Both of us were breathing heavily, panting away, her breasts being
squashed against my chest and I had the surf washing up my back and then
receding before doing the same again. I didn't know erotic it could be to
feel the water running back down past my back and between my thighs. What
with having Sherry on top of me and me getting this thrill of feeling the
sand shift from under my back, bum and thighs, that I got a hard on.

  `Now is the time and you're ready for it,' she panted, heaving herself up
off of me and helping me up and began to walk with her up the sandy
beach. I then noticed that there were now six couples on the beach and
there was me, walking up towards our laid out towels and me with a full
erection sticking out in front of me. I think that the suntan on my face
covered up the fact that my face must have been a flaming red otherwise.

  If the eyes of all those looking at me had been laser beams, my cock
would have disappeared in a flash, for all heads had been turned to see the
newlyweds moving up to their towels. Sherry never bothered with drying
herself but threw herself down onto the towels on her back with her legs
wide open.

  `Now lover. Fuck me with that lovely tool so that all the women will be
envious of me and the men be ashamed by not being so big.' She had spoken
this in a soft voice that didn't carry and had that smile that I loved so
much now that I gave up any chance of not doing as she asked.

  In for a penny, in for a pound, I said to myself, using an English
expression something like as you're in it, make the best of it! So I
dropped to my knees between her open legs, my cock bouncing up and down at
this sudden movement and I paused in this pose for a few seconds before
lowering myself down and pushing my throbbing cock up into my wife. She
gave out a cry as I entered her, a bit roughly I might add, as her legs
came well up into the air and so all those on the beach saw my ass moving
up and down as my cock went in and out.

  `This... will... make... them... all... randy,' she gasped in between the
thrusting of myself inside her as we fucked, and I looked up and saw that
four of the six couples there had started doing what we were doing and by
the time I had come, the other two were at it, probably saying that if they
can do it, why not us?

  Sherry gave out a loud cry at having her orgasm and I wasn't anywhere
near ready but kept on plunging myself into her and gave her another one as
I then came myself, now being up with my arms rigid as my hips pounded away
at her thighs as she was given my semen in spurting bursts.

  I must relate here in jumping ahead slightly, that in the bar later, one
of the men that had been on the beach at this time came over to me and said
that was a fine thing I did out there for it turned his wife on so much
that it was the best sex he'd ever had with her and thanked me for it. This
then made that exhibition that we had put on had been worthwhile, for him
anyway.

  But back to us giving out this display, it came to an end and I fell down
on top of Sherry, gasping for breath wondering why did such a thing as
having a fuck take so much energy out of a man. With our breathing and
pulse rate returning to normal, I rolled off onto my back, her giving out
another cry as she felt my cock leaving her. My face got smothered in
kisses for giving out this blatant display of not only myself with an
erection for all to see but to actually be seen copulating. I also got many
a admiring look from some of the women in the bar too that evening. But it
was the only time that we made love (fuck) out in the middle, but stayed up
near the tree line for the rest of the times we were down there.

  We made love once more before lunch, this being food from the hamper
which we devoured every scrap and drank all the soft drinks included except
for one bottle, which we kept to take sips from during the rest of the
afternoon. We again made love after a time to let our stomachs settle down
which was enough for the day and just dozed the rest of the afternoon away,
getting an even better sun tan.

  Needless to say, we were the main topic in the bar later after we'd had a
shower and got dressed for dinner. Some of which I've already talked of but
thankfully it didn't last as one of the female guests gave us a few songs
after our meal which took us up to bedtime.

  I'm not going to bore you with constant repetition for every other day of
our "honeymoon" was the same. Sun, sea, sand and sex, apart from bed and
the wonderful meals we had.

  It was on our last but one day, after a lovely session of our love making
out on the beach that we drowsily began to talk of where we should live on
leaving this lovely Lyon island, a paradise that we both agreed that we
would be reluctant to leave.

  Sherry's home was in England, a house in its own grounds just outside of
a small village, but she was reluctant to us moving in there because of the
memories of those last years of her husband where she nursed him till he
died. So she would rather sell it and the proceeds put in to buying another
place that would suit us best. I had already lost my house in the argument
over our divorce that my ex-wife got the house but no money. That had been
in Baltimore and under no circumstances would I go and live anywhere near
that city. Many places were discussed along with other things, such as
would I continue with me being a roving journalist?

  This was my watershed. I'd lost one wife because of my profession and I
did not want to go down that path again. I was getting on in years and if
the truth be known, wouldn't mind settling down and not spend the rest of
my life living in hotels all over the world. But what would I do with
myself was the question?

  `Write about your experiences of your trips to the many countries that
you travelled to and the reasons for them,' was what Sherry came up with,
and after giving what she had said some thought, didn't think that it was
such a bad idea. With her having planted the seed, said no more and let me
lie in the sun to muse over this for the rest of the afternoon.

  On our last day there I agreed to her suggestion and we talked, between
sex, of exactly what should I write but more to the point as to where would
we live for me to do this writing. We still hadn't made up our minds when
it came to leaving this wonderful island. We said our goodbyes to all the
staff, thanking them for all that they had done to make it the most
delightful holiday, honeymoon and experience that would never be
surpassed. We took the seaplane to deliver us to Nassau's airport where we
sat down where we could see the board that showed all the destinations that
the departing aircraft would be heading to.

  Now this is as far as I can take you with my story for we are right up to
date and am writing this in the airport lounge with us still trying to make
up our minds as to where we should go. She said that I should stop my
writing for the time being as she was thirsty and wanted a drink. With her
saying this, agreed for I needed a drink too, and so I'm closing down now
for us to go to a bar where I will have a bourbon and soda and get a
cocktail for Sherry.

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