[M] She took me on her honeymoon, more forbidden fruit

This may be closer to a gone pretty damn mild story. But it’s my story and you’re getting it.

She had been my partner for three years but I hadn’t talked to her in more years than that when she called. She wasn’t in my contacts but I still recognized the number.

Our relationship had been remarkably free of stress or arguments, especially considering it was long distance. Maybe because of them. I had met her when I was in town for work and ended up spending the weekend with her. And we never stopped. We’d spend a long weekend together once a month and I think we were determined to wring as much sex, laughing, and cuddling as we could out of our time.

It was good until it wasn’t as they say. But even the breakup was relatively painless and we had both moved on. That is, until the phone call. She had been engaged and recently broken it off (I didn’t know any of this). She had booked a two week trip for the honeymoon. It was too late to cancel and she needed a fun break after the fall out of the broken engagement. Would I come? Everything was covered except for some meals…

It felt weird. I’m hardly an expert on etiquette, but I’m pretty sure that it is frowned upon to take the grooms honeymoon spot. I said I’d call her back. And then, I pushed my concerns aside and I said yes. I was in my 20s and a free vacation was a nice perk. But that wasn’t it, it was just sexy that she wanted to bring me.

When I saw her at the airport it felt so nice. The same brown hair if slightly longer. The same confident but playful smile. And the same twinkling eyes.

The next two weeks were glorious. I mascaraed as Mr. X and after a few mishaps became accustomed to answering to that name. We drank too much. We didn’t talk about important things once. And although she would lay her head on my shoulder in the most affectionate of ways, I don’t think either of us seriously considered getting back together. It was if we had an unspoken agreement to have one last extended weekend together.

And the sex? It was unreal. We had sex in public, in private, and on any surface we could find. She had gone all out buying new dresses and lingerie and I was perpetually aroused. Getting to know someone’s body again but in a different part of the world when you’re on someone else’s vacation? It was a combination of the familiar, the new, and the forbidden that was just so very hot. And we both felt it. We looked at each other with lust. We pawed at each other. We moaned. We acted as if there was no tomorrow. It was perfect.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/j835ic/m_she_took_me_on_her_honeymoon_more_forbidden