It has now been two years since I got married to a wonderful man, a doctor. He has been brilliant to be with, even with the sometimes long hours and highly emotional demands of the job. I hope he feels the same way about me as I do about him.
I work basic office hours, so can be there when he gets home, when he leaves for work, when he is called in for an emergency in the middle of the night, when he is so tired after spending hours in surgery; when he just needs someone to hold him and tell him that he is a good doctor and it will be alright; when he needs me. I could go on, but there is no-one else I would rather be with.
Some background. Rob and I met in high school, and by the time we graduated we were pretty sure about we were going to be spending our lives together. I tried going on the Pill, but for some reason, it made me ill. Rob wanted to be a doctor, like his father, and was definite that I shouldn’t be doing anything that would have such a negative impact on my health. We made an agreement about sex, we would refrain from intercourse, at least until we got married. Besides, neither of us wanted a child before Rob had graduated medical school. We discussed it for a long time and decided that we both wanted Rob to take my hymen, not have some doctor do it fitting a diaphragm and the very thought of a condom with the man I wanted didn’t turn me on at all. That does not mean we avoided sex altogether, I must have drunk a couple of hundred liters of Rob’s cum before he became a doctor and I loved, still do, the sixty-niners that brought us both so much pleasure. This story, however, is more about our honeymoon actually, and it was, to say the least, unusual.
We had arranged our wedding to coincide with a medical conference that was being hosted by the School of Food and Nutrition at the University of the Aegean on the island of Lesvos. Both Rob and his father were attending, with Bill actually speaking at the conference. We arranged our wedding for a Saturday, that night in a plush hotel, a flight to Athens the next day, connecting to a flight to Mytilini that evening. After the conference, on to Paris and Rome for two more weeks. Everything was booked, paid for all the details were done, except two things happened. Rob’s visa to Greece was not granted, and when we went to cancel everything, we found it was all non-refundable.
The visa was a real cock-up, it seems that Rob’s identity was confused with another person of the same name. We went to fix this, it came out that it was going to take a little while, which meant that the conference would be over and Rob and I should be on our way to Paris. Talking it over with the families, we decided that Rob would miss the conference, but meet me in Paris. I should go to Lesvos, do the conference WAGS things and enjoy those days – I mean, this was to be on the day after I was to get married, and all I really wanted to do was to look at a lot of ceilings. The fact I was being accompanied by my father-in-law, well that was neither here nor there.
The wedding went off without a hitch, no pun intended, the wedding night was glorious. I got fucked in the bed, my hymen bursting in a smooth procession of increasing sexual excitement until Rob came in me for the first time. I got fucked in the shower, on the floor, over the dressing table, and said farewell to my loving husband with a blow job at the airport. It was great, but on the plane, flying to Athens, I realized it wasn’t enough. I wanted more of that gorgeous cock. Alone, on my honeymoon. My virginity gone the night before. I had never thought about it before, but all I could think about now was cock.
I had never said ‘fuck’ in my entire life. Oh, I knew the words, but never used them. Now I knew what it was I had missed out on, or rather, had denied myself, I really couldn’t wait for more. I already had a diaphragm, which Rob was going to help me insert after our first fuck but we didn’t get to it. Oh well, it was going to have a nice trip to Athens and Lesvos, then to Paris but it would remain in its packaging until then.
I masturbated on the plane, in the ladies bathroom, on the way to Athens. Bill and I made it to the hotel we were staying at, only to find they had made a mess of the bookings. WTF? They saw, Mr and Mrs, then they saw Mr. Some nitwit though that it was a booking error and deleted the booking. So Bill and I ended up sharing a room. The hotel was lovely, but the rooms were not that big. Bill had to sleep on the couch, the Sunday night and by morning, was wrecked by a rough night. Then we had to shower in a small bathroom, privacy wasn’t the greatest. Bill went off to the conference, and I went off with a tour of the island.
Lesvos is not a big island, mountainous, but it was actually interesting, well I found it interesting. The other WAGS were all in their mid-forties and upward. The oldest Agnes, was well into her sixties and only the female tour guide was around my age. Her name was Helena, a local girl I had thought, dark haired, dark eyed and beautiful. There was a male guide, Stavros, but he, I thought at first, was gay. There was just no feeling between them, politeness, but that professional politesse of colleagues, not friends, certainly not lovers, but nothing else. I got along better with her than him, but then, he was the flirty type that flatters older women and actually had little to do with me. Whenever we walked, got off the bus, it was with Helena I found myself. The day was lovely, the weather kind, the company, mostly bearable and Helena actually became friendlier as the day wore on.
I was intrigued by the island. There were pre-Greek archeology 5000 years old, ancient Greek ruins, Roman bridges, aqueducts, and a host of other influences. Names were bandied about, from connections to the Trojan wars to Roman Emperors, Turkish Sultans, and Greek heroes. The one name that was not mentioned on this tour was Sappho. I didn’t think much about it on the first day, but on the second day, while at lunch, I asked Helena about her. She shook her head and indicated that this was not a time to answer that question. That really got my interest up.
I wondered what is was all about and asked Helena again a little later in a quick moment alone, her reply was the same, only she added not while she was on this tour. Later, perhaps, after the conference. The whole tour group knew of the bungles that already surrounded my honeymoon, and I had explained to Helena what was happening at the end of the conference, me staying an extra two nights and a day, then flying to Paris. The second day tour ended and back to the hotel for dinner with Bill.
Bill is Rob, but about twenty five years older. He is not tall, like Rob, but lean and fit, which is where Rob gets it from. There was no grey in his hair, but real understanding in his eye. During dinner, at the restaurant, Bill started falling asleep. This was so unlike the Bill I knew that I just cut dinner short, took him back to the hotel and put him into bed. There was some argument from him, but he just couldn’t keep track of it so he fell into the bed and I thought I would have the couch that night, let him sleep in comfort. I couldn’t stay in the room, not wanting to sleep, so went out. Walking around Mitilini on a nice night is an experience. Vehicles on narrow streets, motor scooters everywhere, people walking, colorful light shows, dingy alleys with a bright sign at the end. I took one of those alleys and found myself in a nightclub. It really wasn’t much of a club, rather a bit of a dance hall, there were couples dancing to music that was too loud, and looked like plenty of ouzo at the bar.
When I really looked around, there was an awful lot of women at the bar, on the dance floor, dancing with each other. There were young women, older women, blondes, brunettes, black haired, and a whole rainbow of other colors. Then I saw a familiar face. Helena. I was going to move over to her but then I saw two women, alongside her, kissing. It all became clear, this was a lesbian bar. I didn’t think Helena saw me, but I turned and moved toward the door anyway, getting out the door as soon as I could. I slowly moved down the alley, to the main road and made my way back to the hotel. All of a sudden, I had a flash of kissing Helena, of just walking up to her in the club and wrapping myself around her and kissing her.
I must admit, I was shaken a little, I really didn’t expect to walk into a lesbian bar on a little island in the Aegean Sea. I went into my hotel’s bar and ordered a large ouzo. It didn’t even touch the sides. I ordered another one, which I took some time to sip and enjoy. Why was I shaking like this? I knew some girls at college were gay, but it didn’t affect me like this. I had no inclination to spend any time with them. Was it Helena? What I did know was that my nipples were hard, and I was feeling really horny and the image of kissing her was not making it any easier. Was I really gay myself? No, not at all. I loved Rob’s dick and wanted it now – but he wasn’t there. I ordered a third drink and after finishing that, I wobbled up to my room.
I was pretty much on autopilot, I used the toilet, brushed my teeth, had a big glass of water then undressed, didn’t bother with any underwear, just slipped my nightie on and got into bed. Then I remembered, Bill was there. I was too drunk to care I think, well that is my excuse, I just stayed where I was.
A few minutes later, it felt like but it was a little after two in the morning, my bladder was telling me I needed to pay attention to it. I got out of bed, went to the bathroom, did what I needed to, had another glass of water, then went back to bed. I fell back to sleep almost immediately, then woke again with an arm over me, the attached hand actually holding my breast. I looked at the clock and it was after four, and then I felt this rod pushed into the crack of my ass. Jesus!
Then I woke with a real fright. Bill had a tit in one hand and his hard dick wrapped by the cheeks of my ass, but what’s worse my nipples were rock hard and even I could smell the heat of my loins. I must have been dribbling fanny juice all over his balls! Reaching down with my hand, I wriggled my ass away from Bill’s cock and took hold of it. I slowly began to pull Bill’s dick. Why not? I thought, I did the same thing with the son, so why not the father too. As I pulled gently, Bill moaned and rolled onto his back. His breathing did not change, he was asleep, so I though this was an opportunity.
I slowly rolled over, to face Bill, and pushed the sheet down, exposing that same tool I had just held. In the dim light, I could see his cock hard, but gravity pulled it down close to his stomach. I eased myself around and taking his tool in hand again, I positioned myself to take it into my mouth. I love giving head, and I love the squirt of semen down my throat. My lips were gently pushed apart as I lowered my face onto that fleshy shaft. I felt the smoothness of my father-in-law’s skin, taut over the knob, oozing a little precum sliding onto my tongue. It slipped easily past my tonsils, I had mastered the gag reflex by the time I was eighteen, and sucked it deep into my throat.
Bill’s dick was not much smaller than Rob’s but it was a little thicker. As I lifted my head, my mouth was coated with his rather delicious pre-cum. I could feel the ridge of his glans on my tongue, and I kept the in and out motion of properly sucking a dick smooth and at a constant pace. I heard Bill moan his pleasure, and so increased the pace a little. Within a few seconds Bill’s hands gripped the back of my head and my mouth was flooded with his semen as he spurted. I felt his nuts tighten then spasm, once, twice, three times. God, he was just yummy. I swallowed every bit of that flavorsome syrup and kept on slurping, drawing as much of it from him as I could get.
“Sue!” came Bill’s voice from the dark, “What-”
I lifted my head, “I needed that,” I said, gently, “Now shuuush, and go back to sleep. We can talk in the morning.”
“Sue!” he said again, “That-”
“Yes, I know, it was! Now you need to sleep.”
“Mmmm, I have never been sucked off before, not like that!”
“Yes, I’m sure.” I kissed him, “Now sleep and I might do it again.” I held him and he snuggled into my breast. Within moments, he was gently breathing evenly, with a small smile on his face. Like Rob, Bill is a handsome guy and a genuinely nice person. I thought about what I had just done, and it seriously didn’t bother me one bit. Besides, I liked the taste of his pre-cum, his cum and the skin of his dick, yummy. OK, I thought, all that is true, but why, he will want to know in the morning, so why? I thought about being quite horny, on edge since arriving on Lesvos. I thought about all those lovely bodies we had seen on our tour so far. None of them really grabbed my attention, but the young man flesh, well. I might not be tempted but it still looked pretty good and to see them looking at me – that is enough to make any young woman feel more than a little sexy. Without warning, Helena, naked, lit by the bar lights, beckoned me, took me into her arms… kissed me… Fuck! Where did that come from? I woke with a start, with Bill looking at me.
“‘Morning,” he said.
“Good morning,” I replied, still held by the combined lethargy of drunken sleep and an adrenaline rush.
“What happened-”
“Oh later, please, let me waken and get showered first. Then we can talk, over breakfast.” I got out of bed and thought, who cares? I stripped my nightie off and walked naked to the bathroom. Turning, I saw Bill looking at my ass, and said, “It happened, and it was nice. It should have been Rob, but I am on my honeymoon and I am not sorry, or remorseful, or ashamed, or anything.” Bill looked at me, speculatively, and I went on, “You could come and join me in the shower, if you wanted.”
Using the toilet, I turned the shower on and while standing, waiting for the hot water to come through, I felt Bill press close to my body, his hands reaching around and gently squeezing my breasts. His cock, as hard as it was last night, pressed into the small of my back. Bill’s hands wandered down my body, as I manipulated the cold water and made the shower warm. I brought him into the stall with me, and picking up the soap, I made sure there was enough lather to wash his dick. Giving the soap to Bill, I began stroking it, pushing and pulling the skin. Bill started cleaning me, lathering my pubic hairs, feeling the soft folds of aroused tissue, caressing my clit. Rinsing me off, he bean to massage me in earnest, my juices flowing even more freely than the water it seemed.
I pushed his shoulders and he got the hint, getting on his knees he began licking me. I leaned back onto the cold tiles and spread my legs to give him good access to my heated sex. I quickly learned that he was nowhere near as good at licking pussy as his son was. That is not to say it wasn’t fun, it was a lot better than masturbation, but Rob has this real talent for getting me off with his tongue, very quickly, very slowly, whatever way his mood takes him. It took a while, and I am sure Bill’s neck was more than a little stiff when I finally had a small orgasm. I pulled him up and then it was my turn.
I kissed him again, and then his nipples, his stomach and then took his cock into my mouth again. I played with his balls, gently tugging at them, cupping them, softly scratching them. My head bobbed on his cock, my tongue whirling around the knob, the inside of my cheeks caressing the ridge of his glans. I could hear Bill moaning over the noise of the shower as he got closer and closer. I felt his balls spasm, his dick pulse and he shot more of his yummy goo into my mouth.
“Fu-u-uck” Bill moaned, “That is so fucking good.”
I swallowed and said, “I’m glad you like it. There is more where that came from, at least until Thursday.” Bill had arranged to take an early flight to London and then home. “So you have me for the night then again in the morning, but Bill, it must end here.”
“I understand,” he said, “And I can’t say that I will not be disappointed. Ally has never done as good a job as you have with oral sex.”
“Well,” I started, “Maybe I can help you and if you can pass it on, she might be willing to improve her technique.”
Ally is my mother-in-law. I didn’t say that he wasn’t all that good, but I had that night to get him to a better skill level. The conversation continued around sex, and I let him know we were not going to have intercourse.
“Simply put, I do not want to run any risk of a baby with anyone other than Rob.” I explained about the Pill having a negative effect on me, and outlined our solution. “This is why I am so good at oral sex, we have been practicing it for the last eight years. That is all, just practice, and I love it.”
Breakfast arrived, well, ok, for me it was second breakfast, so we continued talking. Bill is a nice guy, funny, relaxed, very intelligent and switched on to the world around him. He talked politics, medicine, stories, and amused me with tales of Rob and his sisters growing up. Sounded much like a normal family. Breakfast over, off to the conference and me to another tour.
Mitilini has a number of museums and other cultural venues and it was interesting to see a culture spread out over such a long period of time. Stavros read stories about Mitilini’s past but it was Helena that breathed life into them. I could see the people, the buildings, as they were from three thousand years ago. They were made real by Helena. We stopped for lunch and while the majority of women were clamoring to sit with Stavros, I found myself at a table with Helena.
She was naked, her breasts firm and round with perfect nipples, standing up as she looked up at me, expectantly. I blinked and she was dressing her salad, reaching for her fork. I sat down, disappointed, but my panties felt like they were suddenly moist. What was this woman doing to me?
A couple of other women joined us and there was no chance of any intimate conversation, but I knew, by the end of the day, I was going to ask her for a drink that night. What was the matter with me? I have never been interested in any woman before, but here I was, fantasizing about one. On top of that, I am giving oral sex lessons to my father-in-law. Talk about an uncommon honeymoon.
I got a moment before we moved on to the next location and Helena said, “Thank you, but Company policy does not permit it.” I was disappointed, and it showed, I think, as she went on then and said, “The tour finishes Thursday afternoon, so that evening, if you like.”
“Oh yes, please, that would be good.” She knew I was staying an extra day – and two nights and all of a sudden, I was glad I was too, that the visa got screwed up, that the hotel made a mess of the bookings. This might not have been a normal honeymoon, but it had certainly become interesting, entertaining and even more promising.
The day trip finished and while luxuriating in a bath, Bill got back from the conference. I had to invite him into the bath, for some reason he was being a little coy, or maybe unsure, or even guilty. I did a Bill Clinton, telling him we were not having sex, and he was at the conference to learn things. Wasn’t he learning things here?
Bill laughed at the outrageous nature of my comments and within moments was naked and soaping me down. I played with him, teasing him, touching him, kissing him, made him shiver in delight at how I caressed him. I told him how to do the same to me, and by the end of the bath, Bill had managed to bring me to an orgasm, just with his fingers. I know that might not sound like much, masturbating someone, but he really had little idea to begin with. His sex life seemed to be little more that, open wide and a few grunts and groans, then collapse with sleeping on the end of it. Foreplay was crude, and afterplay was never considered.
We went to dinner and I continued to tease him, so by the time we made it back to the room, Bill was walking in a hunched manner, to obscure the erection that was embarrassing him. We laughed when, in the elevator, someone from the conference got in to go to the roof and asked Bill if he was alright. Bill said he had a sore back and was going to lie down. I am not sure the guy bought it, when he looked at me, but nothing more was said about it and they passed a few pleasantries until we got to our floor. Not a big building but not a fast elevator either.
We got to the room and I had Bill undress me, play with my entire body, not just my tits. He lay me on the bed and proceeded to use his mouth without me prompting him. He kissed me, then my neck, my chest. He suckled my nipples, kissed my rib cage, across my stomach. He tongued my belly button, and by the time he reached my mons, I was just on fire. Bill was certainly a quick learner. It didn’t seem long that I was having an orgasm. I shook as his tongue flicked over my clit, his fingers buried deep within me working in unison as the spasms of my release overwhelmed me. That was the absolute best yet. It took me a while to recover and then I pleasured him. Slowly, I took his dick into my mouth, using my tongue to stimulate the underside of the glans. Then I had an idea.
I grabbed all the pillows on the bed and piled them on top of each other. I then lay down, with my head over the edge. I got Bill on his knees,in front of my face then slowly slide his cock into my mouth and down my throat. It slid in easily, much more easily than I thought it would. I felt his balls on the ridge of my nose a wonderful feeling of soft skin and swinging testicles. Bull fucked my throat, slowly, lovingly, but thoroughly. I felt his glans being grabbed at by my throat muscles, and after a while I heard his moans deepen, felt his ball sack tighten, his cock swelling, then the contraction of his scrotum and cock. I swear I could feel the cum shooting up the shaft of his dick, out the meatus and into my throat. There was lots of it, and when Bill pulled back I got the next spurt in my mouth proper. It was seriously delicious. Not pushing in again, Bill’s cock pulsed a third time and shot the last load into the back of my mouth, yummy!
I admit here that I loved sucking Bill’s cock almost as much as I do Rob’s. The length and thickness is almost the same as Rob’s, with smooth soft skin over rock hard tissue. He produces pre-cum in similar quantities as Rob, and tastes very similar. Not the same, but similar. Bill and Rob both cum in similar quantities, lining my mouth and throat with a lovely tasting fluid that my taste buds just demand more of. I sucked on his cock and drew from him the last vestiges of his cum.
Bill leaned over me and began to nibble at my stomach and it wasn’t long before we were in a satiating sixty-niner. This is the one where we had both cum, and yet were just continuing on pleasuring each other. I seriously love cock in my mouth. I felt his mouth all over my mons, gumming the clit, the labia lips, his tongue wiping all down the spread lips and into my love canal. Bill was really doing it for me. In two days he was becoming so good with his mouth, lips and tongue – I really hope Ally is grateful to me, but that she never learns the source of this new found skill.
We slept, and several times through the night I awoke with Bill’s fingers on me, in me, playing with my clit, his mouth pleasuring me. All without me giving him pleasure in return. I must admit, his unselfishness was a pleasure in itself and in the morning, even though I felt a little sexed out, I sucked his cock in the shower, getting a good meal from it, then again after breakfast, but only a little cum. He couldn’t get it up again before he had to leave for the conference, otherwise I would have done him yet again.
The Wednesday passed pleasantly, and the tour today took us to a fishing port where we stopped for lunch. Everything was fish. There was salmon, sardines, squid, octopus, oysters and so many other fish I couldn’t identify. Some looked good, and were not tasty, too salty or too oily, some looked dreadful, but the more adventurous said it was delicious. I had some salt and pepper type squid and it was very nice, fresh from the sea they said, but this had to have been marinated overnight, otherwise it would have been seriously tough, I thought.
Bill and I went to dinner, looking for real Lesvos cuisine, and finding it in a little cafe not far from the hotel. Lamb and beef dishes, strange smells emanating from the kitchen, but all drowned with ouzo. Back to the hotel, fed and a little tipsy, we fell into bed and slept the night through. The morning shower was a much better delight than it had been Tuesday morning. Bill went to his conference and I went on another tour.
[contd Pt 2]
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/68d0dh/an_unusual_honeymoon_mfffmast
Very descriptive! Can’t wait for part 2!