[F]32. Met my husband, fucked like pornstars. ????

I made some good friends in Copenhagen. Mostly other expats working growing their careers and going wherever the next opportunity took them. One of my closest friends was Aria. She was a cute and tiny Asian girl born in Tokyo but had grown up in Singapore.

For my 24th birthday she recommended we take a trip there. Spend a few days of her showing me around and then escape for a true holiday to Fiji. I knew nothing of these places but she described them as magical so I was all for it. I needed a vacation anyway.
She was right. I loved Singapore. She had many friends and we spent lots of nights just bouncing from restaurants to bars to patios and clubs. I truly enjoyed it.

Then off to Fiji. It was magical. We spend our first few days at the beach in tiny bikinis enjoying tropical drinks and misbehaving as much as possible. I’d rarely wear anything more than a thong or gstring bikini bottom and tops just small enough to cover the essentials. I loved showing off my body. I’ve always been sort of an exhibitionist. We both hooked up our first night there with some hot guys so to me this had everything I needed in a vacation. We then hung out by the pool after a few days and found it way easier to meet people and make friends. That’s where I met the man I’d end up marrying. His name was Evan.

The most friendly guy around was this handsome 6’4” man, early 30’s, broad shouldered and incredibly fit. Strong arms. Great chest. And amazing legs. I had never paid attention to a man’s legs before. But his were sexy to me for some reason. He was from New Zealand. His accent and charm so sexy and appealing. It seemed as if he knew everyone around us but was just on a vacay as well.
I wanted him and my mischievous nature when it came to wanting to fuck hot men was not about to remain hidden. It was obvious a lot of other girls wanted him and that he was likely fucking more than one of them but I wanted at least one of them to be me. I didn’t necessarily need to be the only one.

That night we were all going out to a hot beach club and I knew he would be there. I had brought this crazy hot and risky dress I had doubts I’d wear but tonight was right. Way tighter than it needed to be. Likely a size too small for me but that’s what made it hot. Almost sheer and all white with lines in all the right spots to accentuate my curves. Extremely revealing cleavage down below my boobs and so short you could practically see my ass. As per usual when I felt like this I left the panties behind, but even if I wanted to wear any I couldn’t. The dress was so tight and sheer you could see them right through the fabric. It was perfect on my freshly tanned skin, i looked stunningly sexy, hot, somewhat slutty but delightfully elegant at the same time.

The night was fun. Lots of dancing. Lots of drinking. So many guys were checking Aria and me out. Aria was looking hot and she was clearly ready for some wild fun too. I loved the attention and I always loved wearing short dresses in public with no panties. Evan was there being his usual social butterfly and he and I got a chance to chat a lot more. It was clear to him that I was interested. I sat on a bar stool at the bar for most of our chat facing him while he stood in front of me, with legs spread just a bit and with my dress so short he had a clear view of my pussy if he happened to look. In fact anyone looking my way would have noticed as well. And that turned me on. I didn’t bring any attention to it. I felt it was hotter for him to just catch glimpse of me so he knew I was comfortable, open, and sort of hedonist. I was getting crazy turned on. He clearly was too. There was a large bulge forming in his pants he could not hide. But I wasn’t sure if he’d make a move. And the energy was hot and my pussy was likely glistening in the club lights I was so wet so I just grabbed his hand. Told him to follow me and we just snuck down a small path towards the beach.

We barely got out of the main light and already started making out right away and I immediately started undoing his pants. I pulled his cock out and I was so pleased. The prize matched its wrapper. He was huge. I pulled him tight against me, just lifted my leg and guided his cock to my pussy. He had no real time to react. His cock was hard immediately and I wanted it inside me. I was so wet I pulled and slid him in to start and he did the rest. We just fucked right there on the path to the beach against a small railing by a pond, standing, still dressed. He held my leg up. We kept kissing passionately and he kept driving his huge cock in my tight pussy. It wasn’t long for me. The raw energy. The hard pounding he was treating my pussy to. The amazing cock he had. How amazing of a kisser he was. And the thrill of just fucking right there, getting caught at any moment, I told him I was going to cum and I exploded all over his cock. He then wrapped his arms under my legs. Lifted me off the ground. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he just lifted and lowered me on and off his cock as if I was a rag doll. It was the biggest cock I’d ever fucked and I was taking it balls deep with every thrust. If there was any doubt for anyone spotting us if we were fucking before, there was no doubt now. I was getting fucked right there on the path. Legs wrapped around him while our bodies just slapped together.

I told him I was going to cum again and he told me he was as well. I looked him deep in the eyes and told him not to stop. Keep fucking me hard. Cum inside me. Fill my pussy. And keep fucking me. And he just fucked me harder and started exploding inside me. I came hard and he didn’t stop fucking me. As he came and kept pounding me I could feel our cum dripping from my pussy and how wet everything was. He was squirming in how sensitive his cock was but I told him to keep going and within another few thrusts he came a second time, and I exploded and squirted all over him. He was drenched in my cum, I was filled with his, luckily for me my dress was hiked over my ass but my pussy was as wet as his pants. No idea if anyone saw us. We didn’t care. They could of walked right by us and we would not have noticed.

My intentions were always to just fuck him and head back to our friends. But We could not head back in this condition. So we ended up sneaking down to the beach to walk back to our rooms, his cum dripping down my legs all the way back.

My intent of just having a wild one nighter with this hot man did not go as expected. We spent that night together, then the next day, and the next night, we fucked likely 15 more times in the next 2-1/2 days before we were both set to head home. Only instead of heading back to New Zealand, he came back to Copenhagen with me. ☺️?. As wild as our few days of sexual debauchery were, this was just the beginning. ??‍♀️?????????

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