Bi-Sexual Female / 33
Gemstone - Honeymoon Pt.1
I'll go totally out of order now and tell you the first story in the “Newly Married” category.
I married my husband when I was 19, he was 18. God it was awful. We wanted a quite as possible wedding. We really should have eloped but it was our Grandparents that we would have hurt, so we agreed to let our parents and grandparents attend the registry office, no celebration afterwards, straight on honeymoon. Yeah, that worked ! Never let your parents get involved in your life.
We had booked our own honeymoon. Two weeks in a posh hotel, I was going to say where, but I'd probably better not. Some will work it out easy enough. Let's just say it is the Entertainment Capital of the UK. We all know who loves entertainers (ME). I'd always wanted to go there. As for rest of our lives, we had wanted to get as far away as possible from home (Baby we were born to Run), but compromised on a great discount on a new build house in a town around 20 miles away from home, arranged with a large mortgage and a great discount that my new father in law had arranged with a house builder friend of his. Our respective parents had also arranged a wedding day surprise – Uncles, Aunties, Cousins etc who we had not seen for years and never did again. Then whisked away from the wedding ceremony to a meal and celebrations at a hotel. Soon we'd had enough and drove off still in out wedding outfits to our holiday destination. It was an old car that was practically scrap, but it did the job.
We checked in, stripped off and fucked until dinner time. Thankfully my period was just over, so wouldn't be a problem for the whole honeymoon. My new husband was laid on the bed and I was knelt astride him riding away, and he said it was now time to choose.
Be faithful for ever.
Be faithful for the 14 day honeymoon, and then discuss it further. Or
Continue to be a cheating, groupie slut. Hmm, let me think. I chose number two. I could manage two weeks. My husband, in a rare outbreak of dominance said “Well if you fail, there will be consequences”, and he slapped my thing, grabbed my bottom and we carried on fucking.
We eventually dressed, went down for dinner and then went for a walk. I was wearing a nice short summer dress, panties and sandals. It was about a mile down the sea front to get into the resort and the first place we stopped was one of several theaters where there are summer variety shows, theatre, or entertainment that changes weekly or nightly. There was a large poster for the entertainment that was already started – a well known TV Comedian, several other names we knew, and then my husband pointed to one name we knew very well.
Six months before we married we had been on a short holiday together, and had gone to this theatre where there was a variety show on, and this same guy had taken me in. He was really sweet, working his way into entertainment and making a name for himself. I'll call him David. I'd had sex with him in his dressing room, my hubby had met him briefly, and I visited him at his hotel twice. Now here was, inside this building that we were stood outside of. I was immediately into Groupie Mode. My husband says I get all bright eyed and go a bit dumb, like I don't hear him talking, similar to when a computer freezes up. He shook me and said “It's up to you, don't forget the consequences”. I asked him what he had in mind. He said I would find out later, and assured me he was happy whatever I chose.
I just set of walking looking for a stage door. When I found it, there was no point standing outside, the show had started, so I knocked on the door, and then tried the handle. A large bald headed man was just coming to answer. I said I was a friend of David ~~~, and asked if he could tell him I was here. He refused, saying if I knew him, give him a ring, and leave a message. I said “please, it's important.... I'll make it worth your while”. He knew what I meant, and nodded to follow him, and we went into a small office. He asked my name, and said he couldn't get a message to David until the interval, which would be in ten minutes or so, and he asked what I had in mind. I said I would give him a blow job. He said OK, started undoing his belt, and I got on my knees and undid his trousers. He was about 50, typical security man type, a bit of a sweaty seven inch cock, but not as bad a some. I had him shooting down my throat in less that five minutes, then we chatted for a few minutes until the interval, and he took me to David's dressing room and knocked and told him he had a visitor. He came out and looked really happy to see me, and invited me in. He couldn't believe it was my wedding day and asked if I could wait until after the show. I said I'd better go out and tell my husband, as long as I would get back in again, and David told me to fetch hubby in and watch the show and then come backstage after. I left, told the guy on the door and he let me out and then back in with hubby. We sat at the back, holding hands and I whispered “I've sucked the security man”, and hubby whispered back “consequences”. I begged him to tell me what and said I was really going to be unfaithful now for the rest of our honeymoon. He took a card from his pocket and handed it to me. It was hard to read in the dark, so I went out to the corridor and then came back and sat squeezing his cock. The card said – IF YOU BREAK YOUR VOWS YOU MUST BE PUNISHED.
No underwear allowed for the rest of the two weeks.
You confess your sins like I want you to, every little detail, and beg for forgiveness.
You walk naked on the beach late one night, a mile back to opposite the hotel.
I leaned over and kissed him passionately, this was just what I needed to keep me on heat for the fortnight and be the sluttiest I have ever been. At the end of the show hubby said he would wait out the back for me, and I went to find David's dressing room again. Soon we were kissing and he stripped me naked and went down on me on the floor before he stripped off and we made love. After he came he asked if I would like to meet the comedian who was the top billing. I asked if he was into groupies, David said yes and told me to stay naked and don't answer the door if anyone knocks. A few minutes later he came back and said he would be along soon. We sat on a small settee and kissed and talked a bit and then there was a knock. David went out and left me with the comedian who was probably in his 70's. Conversation was a bit awkward as I stood up, still naked and asked what he liked doing. He asked for a blow job, so I said ok, and asked if he wanted to sit down or stand. He sat on the settee so I knelt in front of him and started undoing his trousers. He asked if we could have a kiss and cuddle first so I sat with him and let him feel me all over and I wanked his cock hard while we kissed and then I went down and sucked him off. Took about two minutes. He was really nice, quite shy really. He thanked me and dressed and left, and David came back in and invited me to visit at his hotel any afternoon. He gave me his mobile number and asked me to ring. I dressed and went to meet hubby outside.
Will continue with part two.
I married my husband when I was 19, he was 18. God it was awful. We wanted a quite as possible wedding. We really should have eloped but it was our Grandparents that we would have hurt, so we agreed to let our parents and grandparents attend the registry office, no celebration afterwards, straight on honeymoon. Yeah, that worked ! Never let your parents get involved in your life.
We had booked our own honeymoon. Two weeks in a posh hotel, I was going to say where, but I'd probably better not. Some will work it out easy enough. Let's just say it is the Entertainment Capital of the UK. We all know who loves entertainers (ME). I'd always wanted to go there. As for rest of our lives, we had wanted to get as far away as possible from home (Baby we were born to Run), but compromised on a great discount on a new build house in a town around 20 miles away from home, arranged with a large mortgage and a great discount that my new father in law had arranged with a house builder friend of his. Our respective parents had also arranged a wedding day surprise – Uncles, Aunties, Cousins etc who we had not seen for years and never did again. Then whisked away from the wedding ceremony to a meal and celebrations at a hotel. Soon we'd had enough and drove off still in out wedding outfits to our holiday destination. It was an old car that was practically scrap, but it did the job.
We checked in, stripped off and fucked until dinner time. Thankfully my period was just over, so wouldn't be a problem for the whole honeymoon. My new husband was laid on the bed and I was knelt astride him riding away, and he said it was now time to choose.
Be faithful for ever.
Be faithful for the 14 day honeymoon, and then discuss it further. Or
Continue to be a cheating, groupie slut. Hmm, let me think. I chose number two. I could manage two weeks. My husband, in a rare outbreak of dominance said “Well if you fail, there will be consequences”, and he slapped my thing, grabbed my bottom and we carried on fucking.
We eventually dressed, went down for dinner and then went for a walk. I was wearing a nice short summer dress, panties and sandals. It was about a mile down the sea front to get into the resort and the first place we stopped was one of several theaters where there are summer variety shows, theatre, or entertainment that changes weekly or nightly. There was a large poster for the entertainment that was already started – a well known TV Comedian, several other names we knew, and then my husband pointed to one name we knew very well.
Six months before we married we had been on a short holiday together, and had gone to this theatre where there was a variety show on, and this same guy had taken me in. He was really sweet, working his way into entertainment and making a name for himself. I'll call him David. I'd had sex with him in his dressing room, my hubby had met him briefly, and I visited him at his hotel twice. Now here was, inside this building that we were stood outside of. I was immediately into Groupie Mode. My husband says I get all bright eyed and go a bit dumb, like I don't hear him talking, similar to when a computer freezes up. He shook me and said “It's up to you, don't forget the consequences”. I asked him what he had in mind. He said I would find out later, and assured me he was happy whatever I chose.
I just set of walking looking for a stage door. When I found it, there was no point standing outside, the show had started, so I knocked on the door, and then tried the handle. A large bald headed man was just coming to answer. I said I was a friend of David ~~~, and asked if he could tell him I was here. He refused, saying if I knew him, give him a ring, and leave a message. I said “please, it's important.... I'll make it worth your while”. He knew what I meant, and nodded to follow him, and we went into a small office. He asked my name, and said he couldn't get a message to David until the interval, which would be in ten minutes or so, and he asked what I had in mind. I said I would give him a blow job. He said OK, started undoing his belt, and I got on my knees and undid his trousers. He was about 50, typical security man type, a bit of a sweaty seven inch cock, but not as bad a some. I had him shooting down my throat in less that five minutes, then we chatted for a few minutes until the interval, and he took me to David's dressing room and knocked and told him he had a visitor. He came out and looked really happy to see me, and invited me in. He couldn't believe it was my wedding day and asked if I could wait until after the show. I said I'd better go out and tell my husband, as long as I would get back in again, and David told me to fetch hubby in and watch the show and then come backstage after. I left, told the guy on the door and he let me out and then back in with hubby. We sat at the back, holding hands and I whispered “I've sucked the security man”, and hubby whispered back “consequences”. I begged him to tell me what and said I was really going to be unfaithful now for the rest of our honeymoon. He took a card from his pocket and handed it to me. It was hard to read in the dark, so I went out to the corridor and then came back and sat squeezing his cock. The card said – IF YOU BREAK YOUR VOWS YOU MUST BE PUNISHED.
No underwear allowed for the rest of the two weeks.
You confess your sins like I want you to, every little detail, and beg for forgiveness.
You walk naked on the beach late one night, a mile back to opposite the hotel.
I leaned over and kissed him passionately, this was just what I needed to keep me on heat for the fortnight and be the sluttiest I have ever been. At the end of the show hubby said he would wait out the back for me, and I went to find David's dressing room again. Soon we were kissing and he stripped me naked and went down on me on the floor before he stripped off and we made love. After he came he asked if I would like to meet the comedian who was the top billing. I asked if he was into groupies, David said yes and told me to stay naked and don't answer the door if anyone knocks. A few minutes later he came back and said he would be along soon. We sat on a small settee and kissed and talked a bit and then there was a knock. David went out and left me with the comedian who was probably in his 70's. Conversation was a bit awkward as I stood up, still naked and asked what he liked doing. He asked for a blow job, so I said ok, and asked if he wanted to sit down or stand. He sat on the settee so I knelt in front of him and started undoing his trousers. He asked if we could have a kiss and cuddle first so I sat with him and let him feel me all over and I wanked his cock hard while we kissed and then I went down and sucked him off. Took about two minutes. He was really nice, quite shy really. He thanked me and dressed and left, and David came back in and invited me to visit at his hotel any afternoon. He gave me his mobile number and asked me to ring. I dressed and went to meet hubby outside.
Will continue with part two.
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