First part…
Cuckold For the First Time on Our Honeymoon
This is the story of how our honeymoon in the Caribbean turned my sweet, innocent bride into a hotwife. No let’s be blunt, into a complete slut. And I became a willing cuckold.
It felt like forever before she woke up the next morning, but when she did, she greeted me with a big smile and a kiss.
“Good morning, honey,” she said to me.
“Good morning, wifey,” I replied.
“Honey, I need to get ready for work today. Can you help me get dressed?” she asked.
“Work? We’re still on our honeymoon, baby.”
“Well, I have an audition this afternoon, remember?”
“Oh yeah, sorry,” I mumbled. “How about I just make you breakfast, then I’ll come to your audition with you if you want me to?”
“Sounds good,” she said.
We ate together, then I went downstairs to fix us breakfast. While I was making coffee and cooking eggs, she joined me, wearing only a pair of panties. When I looked up, I noticed a couple of strands of hair hanging down from her lips.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“That’s the guys’ pubic hair from last night.”
“You mean their sperm is still on your face? Making it stick?” I said.
“Well, yeah, that’s kind of the point, isn’t it?” she asked.
“Yeah, but does it bother you?”
“No, not really. I’m used to it now.”
I stared at her, trying to figure out how to respond. She must have sensed that because she quickly added, “Ok, well, I guess it would be weird if you didn’t like it. But don’t worry, I won’t expect you to eat me out anymore, unless I ask you to.”
I smiled and finished cooking breakfast. Afterwards, I made myself some toast and sat at the table watching her drink her coffee.
“So, do you want to go to the audition with me?” she asked.
“Of course, I’d love to see you perform,” I replied.
“Great, I’ll meet you downstairs in five minutes. Be ready to leave. Oh, and wear something casual. You don’t need to dress up,” she said.
I watched her walk downstairs in nothing more than a pair of white cotton panties. The sight of her tight ass and long legs excited me so much that I started to stroke my cock through my pants.
When she came down the stairs, I couldn’t help but stare at her long, smooth legs and her sexy, firm tits. It looked like she had painted her nails red, and I could tell she had applied some makeup to accentuate her natural beauty.
“Ready?” she asked.
“Yup, let’s go,” I replied.
