[MF] Mark and Sally Goes on Honeymoon – The Bikini Compromise

Wedding planning for Sally and I was incredibly smooth. We didn’t have any arguments that could be heard on the other side of the country. It helped partly that Sally didn’t have any grand plans and partly because I barely had any plans at all – I was far more concerned about the wedding night. But this story isn’t about that. It’s about the honeymoon which we did bicker about. You see the way I saw it was a honeymoon was a grand vacation – we were going to spend a lot of money so we might as well go somewhere good. Italy? France? All great options. Sally’s view was that it was about relaxing after the wedding: the Caribbean was the perfect spot. After several days of spirited debate we arrived at the Honeymoon Bikini Compromise.

We would spend a week at a resort in the Caribbean. I would get to pack Sally’s swimwear.

I came out on top in that compromise.

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I was smart enough to recognize I couldn’t push my luck too much. I needed to make sure Sally had a “conservative” swimsuit that she’d actually wear in front of other people. What I picked looked something a [little like this](https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EAgMWXEVUAEwCAy.jpg:large). I’m sure you admire the wisdom of my decision. I bet you can’t wait for my risque choice now can you? I went for it and Sally unpacked her bag at the resort, her face going bright red as she pulled out something [like this.](https://m.media-amazon.com/images/I/619-DLhsqDL.jpg). But a deal was a deal.

Unsurprisingly however Sally did refuse to wear the string bikini outside of our villa. We had splurged and had our own private pool in the “yard” of the villa and so the string bikini only was seen in that pool. The problem was that I never really got to see it on her for long. Imagine it: I’m laying on a sun lounger in our private courtyard by our private pool, a cold drink in hand, and I look down and see a curvy, pale, gorgeous redhead in the pool and the only thing she’s wearing is a pair of triangles on her nipples and a piece of string wedged so deep between her asscheeks you’d need a team of archaeologist to recover it. I immediately needed to have her. It always came off moments later, ending with us finding as many ways to fuck as possible on a sun lounger in our private yard, the sun on our skin, the wind in our hair. We were both outside and had privacy. It was perfect.

Except for one time on our third day – we were on our mid-afternoon fuck after a light lunch. I was spread out, a god enjoying his heaven, on the sunlounger. Sally was on top of me, riding my cock, taking me deep in her sopping wet pussy. I had my hands all over her thick ass, squeezing and groping it, giving her a spank every now and then for good measure. And then it happened. A middle-aged woman walked into our villa, dressed in the staff uniform. We froze as she stared at us – what else could we do. Our clothes were inside – only some towels nearby. We had no way to protect our dignity. Sally stayed glue to my crotch and I was too stunned to even take my hands from her ass.

Then the maid did something we didn’t expect. She laughed in a big booming sort of way. “Don’t you worry. This is the Honeymoon Villa. I seen way worse than this. Don’t stop on my account. I just need to change your towels.”

And this woman quite calmly walked over to where our towels were and picked them up, walking away. We still didn’t know what to do. Sally looked down at me, red-faced but also close to bursting out laughing. Seeing that the maid had left, she decided to start moving again, grinding herself against me, letting out a long moan – that turned into a squeak. The maid was back with new towels. “That’s it. Don’t mind me. You enjoy yourselves. The importance to a long marriage is keeping your man satisfied” she said as if this was a normal conversation to have with two people naked, fucking on a sun lounger. She even patted Sally on the shoulder as she walked passed. I expected Sally to freeze again but this time she just nodded and continued to move her hips, sliding herself up and down the length of my cock. My hands squeezed her ass tighter as the maid put clean towels down where ours had been, smiled at us again and then walked off, leaving Sally and I to have our most confused orgasm a few minutes later.

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As expected whenever we were around the resort center, with the main pool and facilities, Sally wore the “conservative” bikini which still had like 90% of her pale white ass hanging out. I took great delight in applying sunblock to those cheeks. Both Sally and I knew people were staring at her, checking her out, but neither of us cared. If anything it turned on my little, curvy exhibitionist wife – and for me, I was the only one who got to be with her so what did I care about people looking.

This was taken to a new extreme on our fifth day at the resort. We were walking back from the pool, Sally in her bikini and me in just a pair of shorts, when a volleyball landed at our feet. There were a group of people, all men, playing beach volleyball at the court that had been set up. If you’ve read our other stories you know that Sally is both competitive as fuck and a former volleyball player. She bends down to pick the ball back and hits it back to them inch perfect. The guys cheer her and we end up chatting. We learn that the group are French – but unlike us can speak the other language. They are on a big holiday together and some of their partners are down tanning by the pool. They invite us to play. I’m all ready to decline eager to get Sally back to the villa, but Sally’s all in. A minute later we’re on the sand, playing volleyball too.

Now Sally to this day insists she had no idea what she was doing. That this wasn’t to do with her exhibitionistic tendencies. I would say that entirely bullshit except I know my wife is a competitive monster – so it’s plausible that confronted with a group of men, she wanted to prove she was as good as any of them. Sally plays like a demon. She easily dominates the game. But it’s only 50% because she’s actually good at volleyball. The rest is down to her bikini. As she jumps across the sand, her tits bounce in her top. I’m surprise the material manages to hold them in place without at least one breast escaping. As she dives for the ball, landing on the sand, her ass fucking shakes like an earthquake. All of us are helpless, staring at that plump jiggling ass as she is laid sprawled out across the beach. When she’s at the back of the court our team can function. When she’s at the front of the court our team is fucked. Sally sands there, bent forward, presenting her backside to the server. By the end of the match no one else can walk freely, and there are at least four visible erections including my own.

Sally grins, sweaty and covered in sand now. “Great game? Up for another?” she says as she reaches behind without thinking to dig her bikini bottoms out of her ass, flashing a hint of buttcrack. It’s too much for me. Much to the group’s amusement, I grab her by the hand and say our goodbyes, basically forcing her back to the villa like a caveman. They all know what we’re about to do and I don’t fucking care.

I almost make the stupid mistake of pulling her into one of the private sunbed in the trees and fucking her there. But we had learned earlier that sand and sex are not a winning combination – instead I take her back to the villa, to the outdoor shower in our courtyard. No one can see us from outside. I yank her bikini off, push her under the water, and kiss her passionately as my hands start to roam her body. If Sally was confused she’s more than happy for the attentions of my hands and mouth. Shower sex is always a gamble if it washes away too much self-lubrication but Sally remains wet enough that I tell her to bend over. She listens, bending over and grabbing her own ankles and a moment later I’m inside her. I give her some time to get comfortable to my cock inside her and then I can take it no longer. This is *fucking*. I am as intent on possible as making her ass jiggle like she’s still playing volleyball. If anyone walked by our villa the sound of the shower wouldn’t have mask the sound of my hips *slapping* against her asscheeks, or the sound of her louder and desperate moans as I take her. I’m not going to lie – it doesn’t take me long to cum. I fill her pussy and then, with her still gasping for breath from our fucking, I press her up against the wall and finger her to an orgasm that leaves her sitting on the stone floor of the outdoor shower, legs shaking.

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On the final full day of our honeymoon I’m reading a book out on the front deck with a perfect sea view when Sally asks if we want to spend some time at the beach. She’s wearing a flowery beach robe thing that is so silky and insubstantial and yet hides most her body. I say sure and together we head off to the beach for a final time. But she walks past where we’ve been usually stopping, near enough to the bar and to the toilets and instead walks to the very edge of the beach. There’s no one here this far out although we’re still in view of other people – although we’d be fuzzy small figures in the distance. I wonder why Sally has taken us this far out and then she rolls out some towels and drop her beach robe. *She’s wearing the string bikini*.

I’m speechless as my newlywed wife is almost naked on the beach. I’m instantly getting hard. Sally just smirks at me and then looking over to the rest of the beach and blushing a little she makes her way to the sea. I have never seen anyone walk so carefully – every step is slow and measured. I know she’s afraid of her tits falling out or the string giving way. But she makes it to the sea and we enjoy ourselves in the water. My hands are obviously all over her. I press my hard cock against her basically naked ass and she grinds back against me. I want so much more – but is fucking in the sea dangerous from a health perspective? I’m not sure. So we just fool around before heading back to our towels. She lays on her towel and then with a wicked smile asks if I’ll reapply her sunblock.

It starts off innocently enough. Sally laying on her stomach – me behind her, resting on her thighs as I apply the sunblock to her back. By the time I’ve reached her ass things are going oh so wrong. My fingers dip down to between her thighs and I can feel how soaked she is. So wet. So hot. A finger nudges aside that defenseless tiny string and pushes inside her. So tight. Her breath hitches in her throat. Then she begs for more. I finger her there on the beach, both of us with our heads turned trying to spot if anyone is coming. I don’t know how suspicious we might look but I also don’t care. I pull my cock out from my shorts – pull the string of her bottoms out of her asscheeks and stretch it onto her left cheek, leaving her bare to me. A moment later my cock is inside Sally on a public beach. Thankfully we have no issue with sand this time.

For the next few minutes I fuck Sally on her towel, my body laid on top of her. My movements are slow, casual – discrete enough that hopefully no one will notice. Sally has shoved a hand under her body to tease her own clit as I fuck her from the prone position. Every breathless moan is gold to my ears. I resist the urge to fuck her harder, to pull her onto her hands and knees and fuck her – instead I slowly push my cock in and out of her tight, wet pussy. It is divine. And then she shudders beneath me, moaning my name and that’s enough. I throb and fill her with my cum, groaning in her ear. We both lay here on the beach to catch our breath, my cock growing soft and sliding out of her. I slide the string back between her asscheeks and we slowly make our way back to our villa, fucking glowing in happiness.

The next day Sally has an uncomfortable flight home – half her ass a bright red. Some idiot didn’t apply her sunblock right.

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