Gemstone - Honeymoon Pt.2
Part Two – please read part one first.
We had agreed that for our two week honeymoon, now that I had already been unfaithful, my husband was now in charge, and I would do as I was told.
We walked the mile back to our hotel mostly in silence. Hubby just asked if I was ok, and I nodded yes. When we got in our room he closed the door and then pushed me back against it, told me to stay, like I was his dog, and he went to draw the curtains, leaving the light off. Then he came back and asked what I thought I was. I whispered “a dirty slut”, and he kissed me, putting his hand between my legs and gripping my c**t through my panties. When he stopped kissing me he said that my panties were wet and he started biting my neck and undoing my dress, pulling it off and then kneeling in front of me and spreading my legs and smelling and tonguing my panties between my legs. Then the panties came off and he thrust his tongue into my wet c**t. He moved away and told me to take my shoes off and get on the bed, while he stripped naked. On the bed he laid back and told me to kneel and suck his cock “like I sucked other men”. My hubby's is an awkward cock to suck, because when erect it is nine, maybe nine and half inch, but it is totally straight and rock hard, like a bar of steel. No bend at all, so it difficult to get round into the back of my throat. But I try. After a while he told me to do my special thing, but face away from him. He meant he wanted me to straddle him, on my knees and upright, and take the head of his cock just into my vagina grip it there while I rotate my hips and bottom slowly. Then he told me to confess.
I started telling him what I had done, first with the security man. He told me to start again and do it properly. It's embarrassing, I can tell him what I have been up to, no problem, but confessing my sins, and telling him every little detail is humiliating, which is the whole point of course. I have to describe cock shapes and sizes, use words I wouldn't normally say out loud, say what order my clothes came off, whether I took them off or the man I was with, where he touched me......
After an exhausting hour or so it was finally time for a hard fuck, and then several more through the night.
The next morning, I put on a short dress and sandals, nothing else, and we stumbled down to breakfast and then I changed into red, tight shorts and a white crop top. I knew I had to be careful what I wore without panties, especially if I was going to get well fucked for the next 13 days. I only had three pairs of shorts, which I had packed for the beach, a couple of short dresses and various t-shits, vests and crop tops.
We both knew that there was a big wrestling show in the town that night, and that I would be going there, so during the day we went for a walk to the resort centre. My husband took all my panties and bras down to the car and locked them in the boot. Not that I bother with bras much. We had a look round some theatres and I decided which show I was going to that night. We went on the beach a bit, which was crowded and then went to walk further down the sea front. There was some shouting in the distance and a crowd of people outside a nightclub, so we went to see what was happening.
Let me say, I have had two sleepless nights thinking about writing all this down. Going over things in my head. It's one of the most embarrassing and humiliating things I have ever experienced, BUT, please don't feel sorry for me, it is what I secretly crave. Unfortunately I destroyed my old diaries a few years ago, otherwise I could just copy it all.
On the steps of the nightclub, there was a man with a microphone and two guys dressed in leotards, who seemed to be insulting the general public who had gathered on the pavement, then I saw a board that said American Wrestling, Today, only £5 entry. Fuck !!! What was this ??? It seemed to be different to any wrestling I had seen before, and I soon learned that it is a different concept to the usual touring shows that have four or five advertised bouts and visit towns every month or so. At this one, they target the tourists. The wrestlers and MC stand outside and taunt people, pick arguments with each other and “stooges” in the crowd, and then they rush back into the club to “sort it out”. The crowd are sort of pushed in from the back and queue to pay their £5, watch a few bouts of wrestling and then are emptied out of the back door and the whole cycle begins again.
I couldn't see anyone I knew, they were fairly unfit middle aged men with a lot to shout about. I looked at my husband and said “what shall I do ?” He replied “depends whether you are a groupie or a slut – I don't think a groupie would get involved with that lot, but a slut would. It's up to you”. I was already starry eyed and had brain freeze and just got swept in with the crowd while my husband stepped to one side. I didn't have any money, in fact I had nothing, bag, tissues, hairbrush, make up. Just what I was wearing, which wasn't much (see the photo I have on my profile at the moment). People were ushered into a corridor and formed a queue at the pay-desk, then another stall was selling merchandise, and then people were turning into the bar and theatre area where the wrestling was taking place. I tried to bypass the queue and just walk in, and a rough looking man caught my arm and pulled me to the side and asked where I thought I was going. I sort of stuttered that I didn't usually have to pay to get in (not that I had ever been here before) and when he asked why not, I said I was a groupie. He said he didn't know me, I replied that I was on holiday here but was well known in my own area. He told me to wait and went through a door and came back with an older guy, probably 55 or so, and said “I'll leave her to you boss”. He took me further down the corridor, which was a dead end, and he asked me who I was, and what I was doing there. I told him I was Gem and I knew a lot of wrestlers. He asked who, so I said “a groupie never gives names”. He laughed and said “well it's £5 to get in then”. I told him I didn't have it, so he asked how I was going to pay then. I offered him a blow job, but he replied that he has a sexy young wife for that, and that I could go in the dressing room if I wanted but they were like a bunch of wild animals in there. I said “ok, I know”, and suddenly he gave me a hard slap across one side of my face and asked if I was sure I knew. I held my face, and said yes, and he asked how old I was. I said 19, and he said he didn't believe me. I said I was, and I was married and he slapped the other side of my face, asked where my husband was, and then again if I was sure, I said yes and he took my arm and dragged me in the dressing room. I knew this was going to be what I craved. I had suddenly gone from considering being a faithful wife, to being at my worst ever......................
