Carl grinned at her. "You liked that, huh?"
"Ohhhhh. Oh, yes. Yes. It was so beautiful."
"It was supposed to be." He lay still, kissing her lightly. His fingers played with her tits for a moment and he eased up higher on her torso so his cock moved in at a steeper angle.
"Oh." Bright flashes of pleasure spattered from her cunt. Carl began to fuck with quick, short strokes, light drives, just an inch or so of his dick moving back and forth. "Carl. Oh. Oh." Stabs of enjoyment sped like pins down her legs. Her clit vibrated with sudden passion. Brenda gasped again and felt the new climax rise to a fiery sweep of happiness. "Carl. Oh. Oh!" She was there. Her body ravished by the quick moves.
Carl stayed with her until the climax passed. He moved his prick out of her box and lay beside her. "That's the kind of like the way it was on the first honeymoon, wasn't it?"
"Yes. It's a lot like that." Brenda took his hand, carried it to her mouth and kissed it tenderly.
"You're still just as sexy." His hand roamed down over her twat.
"I still love you just as much." She pressed his fingers into the pussy. "Maybe even more."
Carl finger-fucked his wife slowly for a moment, then put two fingers in and fucked with them more strongly. Brenda started to writhe under his touch and his thumb rolled her clit. His tongue lapped at her left tit.
"Carl. Oh, Carl. God. Oh, what are you doing to me?"
"I'm making love to you. This is a honeymoon for us, remember? People make love on their honeymoon." His lips closed around the nipple.
"Carl. That's beautiful. I love you. I love you so much."
"Mummmmm." He nuzzled his way over to the other breast. "How about getting up on top?" His fingers left her box but his thumb still rolled on her clit. "We haven't done that for a while."
"Yes. Oh. I'd love it." She moved around, crawling on hands and knees as Carl lay back on the bed, his cock up long and hard above his belly.
Brenda straddled his hips with her knees, took his prick in one hand and aimed it for her snatch as she crouched. The dick touched her pussy and lust flamed as she let it slide in, settling so she sat astride his body.
Carl put a hand up to each tit, fondled the nipples until they were firm and then began to screw. His body raised her up, pressing his rigid tool deeper into the tight cunt.
"Carl!" The strength of his moves filled her with desire. Her hands crawled over his chest and belly feeling the muscles flex and clench as he fucked her. She touched his prick where it pistoned up into her body. Pleasure swarmed from her crotch, soaring when he touched her cunt.
"Oh. Carl. So good. I love you. I love your cock. Your big, hard cock. Your cock!" Lust took over. Brenda knew she was going to get off. The jumping cock plunged heavily and she was drenched with pleasure. "Oh. Carl. So strong. Fuck me!"
Carl bucked like a bronco, stabbing up into the woman until his balls roared. He heaved up, lifted her clear of the bed, held his butt above the mattress, his legs tense, torso rigid until he came, came with her, right at the same time, both of them lost in lust, driven by physical desire, their bodies locked, her cunt blazing around his throbbing rod, her hands biting into his shoulders. He filled her snatch with gism.
Brenda felt the force of the man's climax and she gasped as her cunt leaped with fire. His fingers clawed at her tits. His dick dug in. Jism streamed over her slick pussy. Her clit wailed with pleasure.
"Shit. Oh. Yeah. Fuck!" Carl clutched at the woman hauled her down close, kissing her as he crammed his dick all the way up her twat and crushed her tits to his chest.
"Oh. God. Brenda. Brenda!" His hips slowed, their frantic driving not needed now. "I love your cunt!" he said slowly.
"I love you!" She gave him the world's best kiss.
Carl put down his empty drink glass and looked out over the dark beach. The moon was slightly more full, but the night was just as dark. He pulled the drapes closed slowly.
Brenda lay on the bed behind him, leafing through a magazine. Dinner that night had been very good – and she was very relaxed, not caring about anything.
"How about it? Let's have a real all-out session." Carl began to unbutton his shirt.
"I'm all yours." Brenda rolled over, sprawled on her back, arms limp oat from her shoulders.
Carl tugged the tails of his shirt out of his pants and let them dangle while he took off his shoes and socks. Standing, he took off his shirt and flung it on a chair. From under the bed, he took out the case of bondage gear and propped it open beside the bed, checking to make sure it was all ready. When he stood up, he had a length of chain in his hands. "Why aren't you naked, Brenda? I want you all bare assed before we start."
"Okay, okay." She swiveled and sat on the edge of the bed to get undressed, her back to Carl.
"You sure don't sound very eager." Carl shucked off his pants.
"It takes me a minute to get going. Okay?" Her blouse fell to the floor and she popped off her bra swiftly, then took off her skirt and peel down the panty-hose. "There, how's that for naked?"
"Great." Carl stepped out of his shorts and they moved toward each other. Their naked bodies touched and Carl slung the chain around her waist and pulled her close, pressing his crotch forward, feeling the cock begin to rise against her leg. The chain tightened in his hands, forcing her body to press against his.
Brenda swayed her tits across his chest, making the nipples rise and pulse.
"Give me some head."
Brenda kissed across the dense patch of hair on Carl's chest, licked down his lean stomach, crouching lower until she felt his firm prick under her chin. She leaned back and opened her mouth wide, swallowing the firm shaft in one gulp. The chain came up and Carl wrapped it around her neck, making a double circuit before tugging to pull her head into his crotch.
"Suck all of it honey. Get me turned on real good." He tightened the chain until it almost choked her, leaving just enough slack so she could suck cock.
Brenda twisted her head so her tongue could go all over the man's rod, top, sides, licking under to his balls.
"Get up." Carl hauled her up with the chain, making a loose loop of the ends to keep it in place.
"Let's get you fixed up." Carl got some handcuffs from his case and clicked a pair to each wrist. "Now. Lie on the bed. Face up."
"Sure thing, Carl." Brenda took her position, centered on the mattress, arms spread, knees apart.
Out of the case, he took a long coil of sash-cord. Crouching above her, he ran some of the cord under her shoulders, brought the ends around, crossed them between her breasts and pulled them toward the opposite corners of the bed, separating her tits. Mother length of cord made a loop behind her neck, the ends trailed toward her crotch. Carl brought the ends between her boobs, crossed them and let them trail off toward her feet.
"Give me some more head. Keep me hard." He squatted over her, his butt resting on her tits as he shoved his dick into her mouth.
Brenda rolled the meat with her tongue until it stuck up into the air again. The feel of his ass on her boobs started some pleasure moving between her legs.
"You are sure set," Carl got up, cock close to his belly again. "How about we fix your legs up?"
"Anything you want, Carl."
Carl wrapped a length of hemp rope around one ankle and tied it firmly. He put another hunk of rope around the other leg and then crouched close to the floor to tie both to the frame of the bed, leaving the feet at the edge of the mattress.
"I want to try that for size." He crawled to her, lay out and made a few light strokes into her cunt with his dick. "Yeah. That's okay so far. Legs are spread enough for a real good fuck."
"I hope so. I'm starting to get horny just looking at your big hunk of meat sticking out."
"You'll do more than look at it. You'll feel it. Peel it tear you in half." He ran a chain though the loose ring of the handcuff, doubled it and took both lengths and looped them around the top of the bed frame. A padlock kept them in place. On the other arm he did the same action, tugging his wife to the side, making sure the chain was tight, the cuff biting into the wrist.