"Slit." He hurled himself against her. His arms grappled on her chest, holding her in place. Her struggle increased his lust.
"NO!" She roared, fists flailing at his head and shoulders. "No. Oh. No. I hate you. God. I hate you, hate you, hate you." Her voice was shrill. "I hate you, hate you, hate you, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate!!"
Dave grabbed her thrashing hands and brought them to the floor. "Shut up!!"
"No!" She spit at him. "Animal! Filthy animal!!"
"Bitch!" He slapped her hard across the face.
"Ohhhhh!" Marilyn crumpled into sobs. "Dave. Oh… God… oh… leave me alone." Large tears slid over her cheeks. "Dave… hate you. Hate you. Bastard. Animal. Thing!" She turned away as he slumped to the floor. "Bastard." She shook violently with her sobs. "Hate you. Forever."
"God damn," Dave said slowly as he stood up. "Crazy bitch." He shook his head and picked up an old pair of jeans. "Some fucking honeymoon this is!" He stuffed his wilting dick into the jeans and buttoned the fly. "Son of a bitch!"
"Get out. Go. Go to hell. I hate you." She did not look at him.
"I'm going for a walk." He slung back the sliding door and strode out onto the beach. "Stupid dumb cunt!"
"Ohhhhhhh!" Marilyn wailed. "Ohhhhh, God!" Her cries carried through the evening air after him.
Brenda heard the last words of the argument. She peeked around the drapes in her room in time to see Dave walking rapidly away across the sand. It took her a few moments to get dressed. She followed the man, moving quietly.
Brenda's bare feet moved noiselessly over the soft sands. Dave slowed his pace and Brenda let the gap increase. When he stopped, she stood still, watching.
The man sat on a small rise of soft sand. After a moment Brenda went closer. "Nice evening." She stood near him.
"Hm… yeah." He glanced at her, then looked over the waves again.
"How's Marilyn feeling?" Brenda now beside the man.
"Oh, she'll be all right, I guess."
"You don't sound like you care very much one way or the other."
"I don't right now." He was silent for a minute. "We had a fight."
"Oh. I see." She put her arms back and leaned against them, pushing her chest out, so her tits separated and stood clearly outlined by her blouse. "Lots of married couples fight, Dave. You'll get over it."
"Maybe so."
"What was it about?"
"About… oh, just sort of silly, I guess."
"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, Dave. But sometimes it helps. Especially to talk to somebody outside objective and all that."
"It… it was… about sex."
"Most are." She lay back in the sand.
"You're probably right. But, I don't know. Maybe husbands don't have rights."
"She said no huh?"
"Right. Loud and clear. Maybe I did come on awful strong, but hell, I… well, I wanted her a lot right then. An awful lot."
"Nothing wrong with that. It's really a compliment when the guy wants you so much he attacks you. Marilyn will learn that after a while."
"I sure hope so. Christ, I… never mind."
"Get it off your chest."
"I… I still want it. Real bad."
"Hold on. Let her stew awhile. She'll hate you for a bit, then start to miss you. But that takes time, Dave."
"I don't know, Brenda." Dave brushed sand from his jeans.
"How about a swim? Cool you off. Feel nice."
"Well, it does sound like a nice idea. But I haven't got any trunks. Just these jeans."
"So swim in them. No problem is there?" She got to her feet, standing close in front of the man. "Or you could skinny-dip. It's dark out here, almost nobody around."
"Oh, hey. No."
"It would sure feel nice. Get all naked and splash in the water." Brenda undid a button of her blouse. "Come on. Come on, Dave! Let's do it." Another button. Her breasts showed clearly. The third button parted; the fourth. She was bare to the waist.
"Brenda, take it easy, look, there's people over there. They'll see us…"
"So what?" She let one tit brush his bare chest. "Or don't you dare?" The other breast pressed to his skin. "I'll bet you're chicken." She smiled right at him.
"Hey, I told you. I'm mated. Remember?"
"Dave, we're just going to swim! My goodness, what a dirty mind you've got." She started to take off her shorts.
"Brenda! Wait!"
"I dare you." She shucked off the shorts and stood naked in front of him. "Oh, hey. Look… I…"
Brenda chanted as she danced into the flow of the waves. "Dave's a chicken. Dave's a chicken."
"Take it easy." Dave waded out toward her, water sloshing around his ankles. "Brenda, look, I…"
"Chicken! Chicken!" She splashed water at him.
"Hey, cut it out!" He smiled at her, laughing when the cool water splashed on his torso. The last glow of twilight clung around her. A hunk of moon shed a silver light, picking out the drops on her tits like diamonds.
Desire crept into his balls again, his need for sex, for a woman, returning with gathering strength.
"Come on, Dave!" Brenda slashed out farther, the waves curling around her tail.
Dave admired her trim body for a moment. His rocks made the decision for him. "Okay." He shoved down his pants, yanked them off, threw them up onto the beach and ran naked, after the woman.
"Hoooooraaayyyy!!!" Brenda cheered as she saw his nude form running toward her, the cock flopping from side to aide. "You did it!"
"You started it!" He grinned as he caught up with her. A wave broke on his dick and he shoved Brenda under. She grabbed his arm and dragged him down, water covering them as they tumbled toward the sandy bottom. Dave's hands touched her wet flesh. He felt a breast for an instant.
They broke to the surface together, her hand on his chest.
"Isn't this nice?" she shouted.
"Riht!" Dave swam more slowly, enjoying the feel of the waves and the casual touch of Brenda's arm as it brushed against him. He slowed more, then stopped and brought his feet to the bottom. "We'd better not get too far from our clothes." Water came up high on his chest.
"Maybe so." Brenda stood close to him, working to hold her head above water. Her hands found his hips and she raised up higher. "Now, aren't you glad you joined me?" Her breasts touched his chest.
"I am. Yes." His dick started to get hard. "Uh… maybe we'd better get on back. Huh?"
"Let me get my breath for a second, okay?" She wrapped one arm around his shoulder and clung to him, dripping boobs pasted to his body.
"Hey, look, Brenda, I… uh." Her skin was warmer than the water. His arousal deepened. His cock got stiffer.
"Just let me rest for a minute." She raised her legs, tightened her grip on his neck and slung her thighs around his waist. "Just hold me. Let me catch my breath."
"Brenda. I'm a married man."
"You keep telling me that. I'm a married woman."
"But… but this is my honeymoon. I was just married yesterday."
Dave's cock was all the way up, lust alive in every inch. He resisted for a moment, then yielded to her pounding crotch and pulled the women to him with both arms, returning her kiss. Her thighs tightened into a solid grip on his sides and his tongue explored deeply into her mouth. The waves swirled around them as they stood locked with passion.
"Brenda!" His mouth dove for her cunt. They fell, rolling under the waves, her legs holding him, his hands all over her slick skin. She slipped and felt his hard dick shove against her belly. They broke apart and leaped gasping to the surface.
Dave lunged for her, took her in both and and kissed her passionately, his prick shoving against her stomach.
"I want you in me," she whispered. Dazzling desire swarmed through her cunt.
"Oh, God. God."
"My room. Hurry." She started to swim along the beach, back the way they had come.
Dave angled in toward the shore, looking for their clothes. It was fully dark, the moon and a few stars the only light. There were several small lumps on the beach but in the darkness he couldn't tell whether they were clothes or what. Dave splashed up onto the sand, dick still fully hard. He crouched to hide his hard-on and searched for his pants. Nowhere. He walked slowly along, head down, investigating different mounds.