Charlotte and Zach's Honeymoon

(Note: Charlotte is a character that appears first in Women Only Pool and Women Only Pool Ch. 2. That said, you don't need to read that to follow this story.)

If you had told Charlotte a year ago that she would date a man for ten months without having sex, she would have laughed in your face. Yet that was exactly what happened. Not by her wish, but by his. If it was up to her, they would have started doing it a long time ago. She had had a lot of sex before, especially in college, and she had nothing against banging a man on the same day they met. On the other hand, he was a virgin who was committed to saving himself for marriage.

Fortunately, they had just gotten married. The ceremony had just ended half an hour ago, and they were on their way to a cabin where they would spend their honeymoon. Unfortunately, the drive was taking forever. He was driving while listening to the radio, while she was listening to a book on tape through earphones in the passenger seat. She couldn't wait to rip off her new husband's clothes and fuck him into oblivion. God, it was going to feel so good. He had no idea what he was in for, and she was going to love showing him the wonders of sex. She felt a tingling between her legs as she had this thought for the umpteenth time. Wait, calm down. Focus on the book. But it was so hard to focus on that while her hot husband sat right next to her in the driver's seat. Instead, she reflected on how it had all began. She first met Zach at the library...

``What do you mean you don't have the Hunger Games?!" Charlotte asked the clerk. "It's not like it's a new release." She was not an avid reader, but she had heard enough good things about the Hunger Games that she thought it was worth the read.

"We're sold out. I mean rented out," the librarian said. "Sorry."

"Never mind, I'll just go to a bookstore."

The librarian winced. "I'll put you on the list, and I'll tell you as soon as one is available. What is your name and phone number?"

"Nah, I would rather have it now." She made to leave.

But as she turned around, a male voice called out behind her. "Hey, wait."

Charlotte turned to find a young man sitting up in his chair. He was holding up a book. It was Catching Fire, the second book of the Hunger Games series. Charlotte walked over to his table. "I have a copy," he said, pulling out the first Hunger Games book from his backpack. "Do you want to borrow it?"

"That's a library book," the clerk said. The book was in fact labelled library property. "You should return it."

"I was about to do that," the man said. "But it seems more efficient to give it to her, don't you think, Evelyn? She was about to check out a copy anyway."

"I suppose that's fine," Evelyn said. She turned to Charlotte. "The book is due in two weeks." She went off, presumably to go mark that down.

"Here," the young man said to Charlotte as he handed her the book.

Charlotte grabbed it. "Thanks." She gave him a once over again. He wasn't bad looking. In fact, he was quite handsome. "What's your name?"

"I'm Zach. How about yourself?"

"Charlotte," she replied. "Do you come to the library much?"

"I'm here all the time," he said. "Reading never gets old. What about you? I haven't seen you around here before."

"Yeah, I've never been. I just heard so many good things about the Hunger Games that I had to see what all of the fuss was about."

"It's a great series. That's why I'm reading it again."

``You're rereading it?!"

"I mean, you rewatch shows you really like, right?"

"Sure, but,... okay, I see your point. You mind if I read here?"

"By all means. And I can loan you book two when you finish." He gestured to the many open seats around him.

She sat down in one of the seats one table over. She opened the Hunger Games and started to read. But she also periodically watched Zach. She was hoping to catch his attention and flirt with him. More out of habit that anything else. That was how she interacted with a lot of men her age. But he was so absorbed in his book that he didn't even look over to check her out. Had he forgotten about her? Then Charlotte went back to her book and lost herself in the story.

Before she knew it, three hours had gone by. She was getting hungry. Zach was still completely absorbed his book. A book he had read already. There was something Charlotte found attractive about that. "Hey," she said.

"Oh, hey," he said. "What's up?"

"I'm hungry. Do you want to grab dinner?" she asked.

He gave her a once over. Finally, he was checking her out. "You mean like on a date?"

"Yeah," she said. "It's on me. I owe you. You got me the book."

He shrugged, which was not the gesture she was hoping for. But he agreed. "All right," he said.

Charlotte took Zach to a nearby diner she found on her phone. They started chatting about their jobs. Zach was a book critic. He wasn't exaggerating when he said he never got tired of reading. Reading books and publishing reviews on them was his job. Charlotte told him about her job as a software engineer. She liked it and was pretty good at it, but it wasn't a huge part of her identity, at least not as much as his job was to him. He spent a while recommending various books to her and trying to get her more into reading, but he wasn't too persistent about it. Still, she remembered a couple of books she would probably like to read in the future.

They agreed to go on another date.

They went out to dinner two more times at different types of restaurants. Zach asked her where she was in the Hunger Games and they discussed the various plot points. with her telling him what she liked, and him telling her about what made it so good from a critic's point of view. They seemed be connecting really well. He didn't give off any signs of being a jerk or having a girlfriend on the side. She had run into that before unfortunately.

The only problem was that he wasn't making a move on her physically. She touched him several times on his shoulder and arms, and he just smiled like it was nothing. Finally, she kissed him after their third date, although she had to initiate it. She wanted him to invite her in, but he just said good night and closed the door.

When she finished the Hunger Games, she came to the library in the middle of the afternoon, hoping he would be there. He was. He should really just rent a room at the library. He practically lived there already.

"I finished book one," she said.

"Great. How'd you like the ending?" Zach asked.

"The ending was intense."

"I know, right." He pulled out book two from his backpack and handed it to her.

She read the title of the book on the table that he was reading: A Discovery of Witches. "Is that a paranormal romance book?" she asked.

"So what if it is?" he replied.

"Isn't that stuff like um..."

"Beneath me as a literary critic," he filled in. That was exactly what she was thinking. "You're thinking of Twilight. This is like Twilight for sophisticated adults." He smiled.

"Oh." She laughed. She liked his sense of humor.

"I was thinking. You want to do dinner and a movie tonight. At my place?"

Finally, she thought. "I'd love to," she said.

Charlotte wore a tank top and jeans. She checked herself in the mirror to make sure she was showing enough the right amount of cleavage. Not too much that she gets arrested, but enough that her breasts attract a little extra attention. Then she drove over to his place. She brought her pajamas and toiletries too, but she left them in the car. At least make him think he has to work for it.

He opened the door when she knocked. She could smell food cooking on the oven. Was that salmon? She followed him into the kitchen, where salmon was being grilled on a pan. He opened the oven and looked inside.

"The potatoes are almost done," he said.

"I like a man that can cook," she said.

"This isn't 1875. I don't have servants to do it for me. I have to learn to cook so I don't starve."

She laughed. Then she sat down at the table awaiting her meal. In ten minutes, he served both of them a plate full of grilled salmon, roasted potatoes, and broccoli.

She took a bite of salmon and potatoes together. "Damn, you're a good cook."

He waved a hand. "It's nothing special. You just grill or roast them for the right amount of time.

"You'd be surprised how many people mess that up," she said.

He laughed at that. It was a joy to make Zach laugh.

When they finished dinner, he put in the movie. It was some Japanese cartoon she had never heard of. It didn't really matter what the movie was. She had been in plenty of spots like this before. He would act like he invited her here for the movie, but really he wanted to get in her pants. In that respect, it was mutual. Ten minutes in, they would forget about the movie and start making out. Then he would take her back to his room and have sex with her. As he sat down beside her on the couch, she prepared herself to focus on the movie for five or ten minutes until he was comfortable, and then she would distract him.

Except that was not what happened. Instead, the movie spirited her away. In fact, that was the title of the movie: Spirited Away. In two minutes, she had forgotten all about her plans to make a move on him and was completely invested in Chihiro's journey into the spirit world. In the end, the mature girl that emerged from the spirit world was practically unrecognizable to the spoiled brat who entered it.

He caught her slack-jawed staring at the credits. "Good movie, huh?" he said.

"Incredible," she said. "I've never seen anything like it."

"It's by Hayao Miyazaki," Zach said. "He's the only one who makes movies like these. I can show you some more of his movies sometime."

"I'd like that," she said. Then she leaned in for a kiss, and he obliged her.

Their lips pressed against each other, and she wrapped her hand his back. This was a better kiss than last time. Although he had more to learn. She would be happy to teach him all about kissing. And about female anatomy. They continued to make out. Right when she grabbed his hand to guide it to her breast, he broke away.

"I have to go the bathroom," he said. He got up and went to the bathroom.

Zach seemed like the type who had trouble reading intentions, so it was time to make her intentions clear. She got up and pulled off her tank top. Then she removed her socks. She unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them off too, leaving her in only a bra and panties. She had worn red for both as she heard that was the color of underwear men found most attractive. She thought about pulling off her panties, but she wanted to leave him a least a little suspense. The best gifts were wrapped after all.

She stood a few feet in front of the bathroom. Then she unhooked her bra from behind and held her hands over her breasts so her bra wouldn't fall to the floor. There she waited for Zach to leave the bathroom. It didn't take him long. When he opened the door and saw her standing there in her underwear, his eyes went wide with shock.

"I want you," she said. She dropped her hands so her bra fell to the floor, leaving her huge breasts fully exposed.

"Oh," he said.

She waited for him to recover and pounce on her. Her mind went to what he was going to do her naked body, and she felt a tingling between her legs. "Take me," she said.

"Let's talk," he said. "Clothed." Then he went back into the bathroom and closed the door behind him.

Charlotte was confused. What had just happened? Did he not find her attractive? Was he gay? No, he knew they were dating. And we kissed. What was wrong with her? She thought she was hot.

She picked up her pants and put them back on. Then she put her tank top on over her chest. Putting the bra back on was too much trouble at this point.

"Are you dressed?" Zach asked from the bathroom.

"Yes," she replied. "Do you not want to have sex?" She couldn't keep the skepticism out of her voice. She was quite unaccustomed to men who didn't want sex when she did. Actually, she was unaccustomed to men who didn't want sex in general.

"No, I do not," he said.

"Why not?"

He walked out of the bathroom and sat down at the dinner table. He gestured for her to sit down as well. She did so. She crossed her arms over her chest and stared at him, awaiting his response.

He took a deep breath. "First of all, I want to start by saying this is not personal. It's a matter of principle. I do find you attractive, and I would like to have sex at some point. But not yet. It's too soon."

"All right," she said. "When will you be ready?"

"I think, if we are going to build a relationship together, that it's important to develop the emotional aspects of our relationship before moving on to the physical stuff. If we have sex too early, we'll get distracted from getting to know each other. If we wait, our relationship will be founded on love, not lust. Basically, I want to get to know you better first."

"All right," she said. "But you never answered my question: when?"

"I'd like to wait until we are fully committed. Until we're married."

She snorted and laughed. She thought it was a joke. But he wasn't laughing. In fact, he seemed offended by her laugh. "Oh, you're serious?"

"Yes, I am." He glared at her.

"So you're one of those super religious types?" she asked. Why couldn't she have just found a normal person?

"No, I'm not," he said. "It has nothing to do with that. How may siblings do I have?"

"What?"

"How many siblings do I have?"

"I don't know," she said. They had not gotten around to discussing their families yet.

"What's my relationship with my parents like?"

"I don't know. Probably pretty good. You seem emotionally stable."

He smiled. "What's my greatest fear?"

"I don't know," she said.

"What's one thing that really ticks me off?"

She had never seen him angry. "Bad books," she said.

He considered that for a second and shrugged as if saying, sort of, not really. "I'd like both of us to know the answers to those questions and more before we engage in a very intimate act like sex."

She chuckled awkwardly. "Oh. But do you really need to wait till marriage? We can get to know each other well before that."

He shook his head. "I'll feel better about it this way," he said.

"How long do you think that will take?" She braced herself.

"The way things are going, within a year," he said. "I'm starting to like you."

It could be worse, but that was still a long time for her. She frowned as she considered this. Would it be better to just find someone else?

"Hey, I'm going to allow you to pressure us into getting married. And after we're married, we can have as much sex as you want."

"Are you sure about that? You don't even know what you're signing up for."

"It's a husband's duty to please his wife," he said.

She laughed. It was so corny, but she liked the sound of that.

"I think it's best if you head home now," he said. "Sorry if you're disappointed."

"That's okay. I respect how you feel." She made her way toward the door. Then she felt a hand on her shoulder.

"You forgot this." He was holding her bra in his hand.

"Oh, right." She grabbed it. "Are you sure you don't want to keep it?" She held it back to him.

He raised his eyebrows. "No thanks." He turned away.

"How many siblings do you have?" she called after him.

"Three. One older brother, one older sister, one younger sister," he said. "What about you?"

"Three as well. Two older sisters and one younger brother."

"Good night, Charlotte."

"Good night, Zach."

When Charlotte returned home, she practically ran to her room, pulled out her Hitachi, and humped herself to three orgasms in a row.

Charlotte woke up the next morning and considered her situation. Zach wanted to wait until they were married to have sex. That would be a long time without sex if she stayed with Zach. She briefly considered finding someone else, but after a bit of thought, she rejected the idea. First of all, she liked him. A lot. She found herself thinking and fantasizing about him more and more. Secondly, she was intrigued. What sort of man rejects a nearly naked woman right in front of him? Clearly, a man with a strong commitment to his principles. It made her want to know more about him. And the fact that he denied her made her want sex with him even more. Thirdly, she realized Zach was offering her something different from her other relationships. She had a lot of casual sex early on in college, and the sex was great, but none of those relationships - and that was a generous term - ever developed into something more. Even the two sweet boys that she had seduced after college were fun for a few weeks, but then she got bored of them. Perhaps Zach had a point that having sex distracted them from developing a stronger relationship. So she told herself that she would stick it out with Zach, even without sex. She still had her Hitachi.

The first two weeks were the toughest. During that time, she went on four dates with Zach, one of which ended at his place and another at hers, and it took a lot of self-control not to invite him back to her bedroom. She reminded she was doing this for him. It was what he wanted, and she maintained her discipline. He didn't seem to have any trouble resisting her sexually. She wasn't sure how to feel about that. Did he have a low sex drive, was he good at keeping it hidden, or did he save all of his desire for her for when she was away? But as she spent more and more time with him, the more comfortable she became around him, and the easier it became to resist temptation.

After that initial period, the toughest times were when she was alone in her bed. She imagined that Zach would sneak in through her window, whisper in her ear that he changed his mind, and tell her how beautiful she was. Then he would undress her, kiss her, suck her tits, and finger her until she was wet. He would pull off his clothes take his hard penis and guide into her vagina. He would lie on top of her and thrust into her until they both orgasmed. Those were the sort of fantasies she had as she masturbated every night. Although she used porn to aid in those fantasies and sex toys to increase her pleasure.

She would start to hang out at the library with him when she had time off work. He was always sitting there reading. He would look up smile at her and then go back to his book. At first, she wished he paid more attention to her, but then she realized that was just his way. When he committed to something, whether that be a book, a value, or her, he committed all the way. It was one of the many things she liked about him. That day, when she sat down to read with him side-by-side, and he looked up and smiled at her like he always did, she realized she loved him. Nobody else would ever compare to Zach.

They continued to watch Miyazaki movies together. Although none of them were quite as good as Spirited Away, they were all special in their own way. After they finished Howl's Moving Castle, which had a notable romance arc, she said, "Zach."

"Yes, Charlotte."

"I love you," she said as she stared him right in the eye.

"I love you too," he said back.

Then they shared their most passionate kiss yet. Charlotte never wanted it to end. But Zach broke it off. He was probably afraid it would lead to the bedroom if they kept going.

"Good night, Charlotte."

"I was thinking," she said. "You haven't changed your mind about wanting sex, have you?"

"I have not, sorry," he said.

"But would you like naked pictures of me?" she asked. "For when you get lonely at night."

"No thanks."

Did this guy have a libido at all? she wondered. She needed to say something to get a reaction. "I think about you every night when I masturbate," she said.

His whole face lit up red. "Oh. That's nice." he said.

"Do you think about me like that?" she asked.

"Of course I do," he said.

"Have a good night, Zach." She winked at him. She hoped Zach's penis ejaculated extra hard that night.

When Zach took her out to her favorite restaurant three months later, he proposed to her. She couldn't say yes fast enough. They immediately started preparing the wedding. Unfortunately, with how long you have to plan things out these days, it was set for six months later. Well, at least it was within a year of meeting him, as he had promised.

The six months went by. Charlotte threw herself into her work, the wedding planning, and her time with her other friends. She got into a routine of dates with Zach at least two or three times a week, with dinner, books, movies, or other activities to occupy their time so they were less likely to give into their sexual urges, which they never did. Again, Zach didn't seem to have as much trouble with this as she did. She masturbated nearly every single day, often multiple times.

When the wedding was a week away, she decided she wanted to make their wedding night extra special. She committed to not having any orgasms the week before the wedding. Wow, it was hard. She bought a tape of someone reading the dictionary to play to herself to bore herself to sleep. She asked Zach what the most addictive book series was and read it after work. She rewatched her favorite TV show. But she did it. She kept herself orgasm free for that week. When it got to their wedding night, she was going to be so ready for them. During the entire wedding, she was thinking about tonight.

They finally arrived at their honeymoon cabin. Oh my God, this is it. No more waiting. She was so fucking horny. She was going to show her virgin husband the time of his life. They got out of the car together. But as Charlotte stood up, she realized she had an even more pressing need, her bladder. They each ran toward the cabin and found separate bathrooms for themselves. Charlotte pulled down her panties, pulled up her dress and sat down on the toilet. She released her bladder. Holding something in for so long only made the release feel better. That reminded her of what she and her husband were about to do. Her breathing began to quicken. Zach was going to be all hers tonight.

She left the bathroom to find Zach bringing in their luggage from the car. "Zach!" she yelled out.

He dropped the luggage and put his shoes away. She had already left her shoes and socks in the bathroom. "What is it, wife?" he asked.

She pulled her dress over her head and dropped it to the floor. Then she unhooked her bra and threw it across the room. Now she was only wearing panties. "I want you!" she said.

This time he didn't look away. He looked her over from head to toe and smiled. "Then come and get me!" he said. He took off his jacket, dropped it and ran up the stairs. His belt followed.

She followed, watching him unbutton his shirt as she went. He ran into the upstairs bedroom, jumped onto the bed, and lay on his back facing her. He looked back at her.

Charlotte closed the door behind her and smiled at him: the predatory smile of a tiger. She had him right where she wanted him. She reached down for her red panties, pulled them off, held them up in her left hand, and dropped them to the ground. Now she was completely naked.

She walked toward him slowly. He couldn't take his eyes off of her shaved pussy. "Like what you see?" she said.

"You're beautiful," he said. "I love you."

Charlotte couldn't hold herself back anymore. She ran to the bed and pounced on him. She kissed him, rubbed her breasts on his chest, and humped his penis beneath his clothes. It felt so nice against her pussy. She was getting wet faster than she ever had before. His penis was growing. Oh god, it was getting bigger and bigger. She needed to see it!

She ripped his shirt off without caring to do the last two buttons. He threw to the ground as she pulled down his pants, revealing a huge bulge beneath it. His boxers could barely contain his penis. Finally, she pulled off his boxers.

"Holy shit!" She gasped. "You're huge!"

"I know," he said.

"You've been hiding this form me for ten months!" she said, as if she had just found out he had been cheating.

"Well, it's all yours now," he replied.

Charlotte felt her pussy being pulled toward the massive cock like a magnet. She rubbed her pussy lips up and down the shaft of his penis. "You have the most magnificent penis I've ever seen!"

"Oh wow, you're pussy feels amazing," Zach said. "It's so beautiful!"

"She's so beautiful," she said. "Would you like to go inside her?" She kept rubbing herself on his cock.

"Oh God yes!" he said.

Charlotte didn't need any more foreplay. She raised herself just above Zach's enormous penis and hovered there for just a second. She was going to savor this after ten months of waiting. She began to lower herself to engulf the huge penis.

"Oh!" she said. "Ooooh! Ooooh! Ooooooohh! Ooooooooh Ooooohhhhhhhh!"

Zach's penis was completely inside her, filling her more fully than she had ever been filled before. Her vagina clenched onto the cock with amazing satisfaction. She humped forward and back slowly so he could explore every inch of her pussy. She lay on top of him and pressed her naked body onto his nakedness. "Oh Zach! You're inside me, Zach!"

"You feel so fucking good." Charlotte. "I love you!"

"Then take me!"

She started to hump for real now. Oh my God, nothing had ever felt so good! She couldn't stop. Her pussy began to throb with unbelievable pleasure. The tension was building and building, and she humped harder and harder. Her hips had a mind of their own.

Suddenly she was on bottom. Zach had turned her over and was pinning her to the bed. He thrust into her, going deeper inside her than she thought was possible. Her back arched in ecstasy. His body was flush against her, and his penis was pounding her pussy with reckless abandon. She thought it felt good before. This was absolutely incredible. It felt like her pussy was on fire with pleasure.

And then the pleasurable tension exploded in an exhilarating orgasm that consumed her entire body. Centered at her pussy, she shook with convulsions of pleasure beneath him. Pleasure coursed throughout her body as she closed her eyes.

Then she felt him erupt inside her, and her orgasm continued to another wave of convulsions. This was pure ecstasy. But he kept thrusting into her as she came, and a third wave of orgasm overwhelmed her so completely that everything went black for a seond.

"Charlotte! Charlotte! Are you okay?!"

Charlotte opened her eyes. She looked up to find her husband starting down at her with concern.

"Are you okay?!" he asked.

"Okay?" she repeated. "Okay? That was the most intense, most wonderful orgasm of my entire life! I've never been so happy! You're the best husband in the entire world." She hugged him.

"Oh, good for you. That's awesome," Zach said. "But technically, it's the most wonderful orgasm so far." He smiled at her.

She had just had the orgasm to end all orgasms and somehow Zach wanted to make it even better. She was the luckiest girl in the world. She mounted her husband and impaled herself on his cock.

"Oh my God, where did you get this penis?!" Charlotte said as she lay on top of him again. "I swear it must be from the angels themselves."

"It's just my genes," he said. "Speaking of, in addition to your amazing pussy, your breasts are magnificent." He took her left nipple into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around her tit.

Charlotte moaned in delight. His hand found her right nipple. His other hand found her ass. She writhed in pleasure. "So do you like sex, husband?"

"Like would be the understatement of the century," he said. "I wish I could remain inside you forever."

"That would be so fucking hot," she said. "You'd be walking down the aisle of the grocery store while I clung to your shoulders, wrapped my legs around yours, and humped your penis. Then you'd walk down the street, and I'd tell everyone how big your cock was inside me."

"You'd be at your desk at your job, and I'd be under your dress underneath the table," he said.

She made circles with her hips, exploring how every inch of her pussy felt against her cock. "Nothing will ever keep us apart, my love. I'll never stop loving you and your massive cock."

"Neither will I."

"You love your massive cock, too?" she asked.

"I can see how happy it makes you. Speaking of." He panted for a few seconds and then grunted, "Uhhhh! Uhhhh! Unnnnnggghhhh!" as he ejaculated inside her.

"Good boy!" she said. "Now just give me a few more..." He thrusted a couple more times. "Oh Yes! Oh Zach!" she cried out as she came again.

Zach collapsed back onto the bed. He looked spent. But Charlotte wasn't done. "You're mine now," she said. She straddled his right leg and rubbed her pussy all along it until she reached his hip.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Claiming your body with my vagina," she said. "Every inch that I rub is mine." She straddled his left leg and rubbed herself up and down on his left leg from the bottom to the top. Then she rubbed her pussy on his penis, which wasn't getting up this time. That's okay. She could only expect so much from men. She humped up his stomach to his chest, then his right ribs, then his left ribs. She humped his right arm, then his left arm. There was a thin layer of girl cum all over his body now. It was her way of saying no other girl would dare touch him. Finally, the only part left was his face.

She presented her naked pussy one inch in front of his mouth. She waved her hips back and forth, seeing if he would figure out what to do. He did. He kissed her pussy. Then he started licking up and down her slit.

"If I moan, I like what you're doing?" she said. "If I say stop, I don't like it. Got it?"

"It is a husband's duty to please his wife," he said right before sucking on her clit.

She sighed. "Oh yes!"

He spent the next hour pleasing her pussy with his mouth and tongue. He never once asked if he could fuck her. What a wonderful man. He would do anything for her, and she would do anything for him.

Finally, she hovered over his penis once more, which was now ready for another round. "How are you still horny?!" he asked her.

"Women's bodies work differently than men's" she said. "God gave us women more sexual endurance. That, and I didn't come for a week before our wedding."

"What?!" he said. "You went a full week without masturbating? That's a long time for you, isn't it?"

"I did it for you. I wanted you to have an amazing wedding night."

"It's been beyond amazing." He held her and guided her gently down to the bed, where he mounted her. He kissed her lips, her neck, and her breasts before he lined up his penis with her love hole. "Are you ready?" he asked.

"Feel how wet I am," she said. She guided his fingers inside her. "Yes, I am fucking ready! Take me!"

He entered her and made love to her one last time. Then the newlyweds were finally completely exhausted.

"I have to go to the bathroom," he said. He got up, walked to the bathroom, and closed the door behind him.

"Wait!" Charlotte said.

"What is it?" he said, opening the door.

"You can leave the door open. We don't have to hide anything from each other anymore."

He shrugged. "Okay," he said. He left the door open while he peed. Charlotte watched in fascination as light green liquid left his penis and fell into the toilet. He returned from the bathroom and then she took her turn with the door open.

Zach and Charlotte wrapped their arms around each other in their wedding bed. "I love you," she said.

"I love you," he said.

"You understand that your penis is mine from now on."

"Of course."

"That means you are not to ejaculate anywhere other than my vagina, my mouth, or breasts," Charlotte said.

"I think I will always prefer your vagina," he said.

"Me too," she said.

"Wait, did you just say I can no longer masturbate?!"

"Why would you need to? If you ever get horny, find me and take me."

"But what if you don't want to have sex?" he asked.

Charlotte laughed. "I can't imagine ever not wanting sex with you."

"Then the same goes for you, too" Zach said. "I'll take care of you whenever you are horny."

"Are you sure you can handle that?" she asked. "I'm horny a lot."

"It's a husband's duty to satisfy his wife."

Charlotte smiled. She had one hell of a husband, and she was going to love him till death do they part. They drifted off to sleep cuddled in each other's arms.

Charlotte awoke feeling Zach's hot sexy body against her back. She smiled to herself. Her husband was hers now, and he was going to satisfy her whenever she wanted. She loved him more than anything in the world, and she was going to show it by making passionate love to him as often as she could.

She got up from the bed and looked back at Zach sleeping. God, he looked so peaceful. Her pussy wanted to wake him up and ride him, but she left him alone this time. He needed his sleep, and there was plenty of time for sex later today. She went downstairs and poured herself a bowl of cereal. She was still naked. What was the point of putting on clothes? There was nobody she was trying to hide her body from now.

When she finished her cereal, she explored their cabin. They hadn't explored their cabin at all yesterday. They were too busy exploring every inch of each other's bodies. She found another bathroom with a shower and a bath. It would be nice to take a bath with Zach later, although they would have trouble fitting both of them in there. There was a storage closet for food, which contained some pancake mix and a few other things. There was a garage, too full of stuff to fit a car in. There was an office, a large living room with a TV. Then she checked out the backyard, and she smiled. There was a hot tub.

The hot tub brought back not too distant memories of the one at her parents' house. She recalled a few weekends when she had the house alone. She would get in the hot tub naked, turn on the jets, put her pussy in front of one of the jets and let it please her to orgasm after orgasm. It was her favorite way to masturbate. She put her hand in the hot tub and found it to be lukewarm. She turned on the jets and the heat. Then she went back to their bedroom to find Zach was still sound asleep. She left a note of her pillow that read, "Join me in the hot tub."

Then she went back to backyard and sank into the warming water. She resisted the temptation to masturbate in front of one of the jets. That would be disrespectful to her new husband. She lay back against the wall, relaxed her body completely, and imagined how wonderful her new life with her husband was going to be. She checked for Zach at the back door several times, but he wasn't there. She couldn't blame him. She had exhausted him last night. Today was going to be even worse for him, no wait, she meant even better.

Finally, Zach came out the back door. But there was something wrong. The silly boy was wearing clothes.

"I didn't bring a bathing suit," he said.

Charlotte laughed. "Neither did I." She stood up to reveal her nakedness. "There's no need to hide your body from me, Zach. Don't you like it when I stare at your huge cock?"

"Well, when you put it that way." He stripped down all of his clothes and tossed them back to the deck.

"You're so beautiful," she said, staring at his monster cock.

"Are you talking to me or my penis?"

"Both," she said.

They laughed. He got in the hot tub. She edged nearer to him. "Wait," he said.

"What is it?" she asked. He was worried about something. Was he not up for sex this morning for some reason?

"I wanted to ask you," he said. He paused for a few seconds. "Did you ever hold it against me for making you wait?"

She almost cried right there. God, he was so sweet. "No, no," she said. "I mean sure it was really hard for me to resist for that long. But I never held it against you. You have an unshakable commitment to your principles. It's one of the many things I love and admire about you."

He smiled. "That's good to hear. Was it worth the wait though?"

"Yes, it was," she said. If he had asked her that two weeks ago, she might have answered differently. "That was the best sex I ever had. You made me come so hard I nearly passed out. And then you licked my pussy for as long as I wanted. It was mind-blowingly good sex. Did you have a good time?"

"I had a magnificent time," he said. "You're a wonderful woman who loves herself and loves making herself happy. You'd be surprised how many people hold back their own joy out of guilt or whatever. Making love to you was freaking, no fucking, awesome. I love making you happy."

She almost jumped him right then, but there was one thing she was curious about first. "Was it hard for you too?"

"What?"

"Waiting."

"Oh yeah, especially knowing how badly you wanted it sometimes. Right before we said good night, I would imagine what it would be like to take you back to bed and make love to you, and I thought about doing it. Of course, I masturbated almost every night thinking about it."

"Why didn't you?" she said.

"I knew that when I woke up in the morning that I would regret it, and that sort of guilt wouldn't be worth it. You know, my commitment to my principles and all."

She smiled. "You never seemed to show it. You always seemed like a monk to me."

"I did a good job oy hiding it, I guess. It also helped that I hadn't done it before. You know, it's easier to resist something that you've never experienced. But you had done it before, so it must have been harder for you. Thank you for waiting for me."

"Of course, I love you."

"I love you too."

"Waiting also made it more special when we finally did it," she said. "I mean if we had done it that first night after watching Spirited Away, it would have been good, but there's no way it would have been as wonderful as last night. So, I'm glad you made me wait."

"All the way to marriage?" he asked.

She blushed. "Well, if it were up to me, I wouldn't have waited that long, but I'd anything for you. No matter how hard it is."

He smiled. "I have something else that is hard for you."

She jumped on him, grabbing his shoulders with her hands. She started low and rubbed her pussy up along his cock. Oh yes, it was hard. As she rose up, his mouth found her left breast, and he licked her nipple. She sighed in satisfaction as she positioned her pussy over his penis. He grabbed her hips to help her find the right position. Then she lowered herself onto him.

"Awww," she moaned. She rose up and down on his cock, savoring the awesome feeling as it glided across the walls of her wet pussy. He put his hands around her back.

"Lower," she said.

Obediently, his hands went to her ass. "You never have to be shy with me," she said. "You can do whatever you want to my naked body. I give myself to you."

"And I to you." He thrusted up to go deeper inside her.

She threw back her head in ecstasy. His mouth went to her neck, and he kissed her. She sighed. He kissed down until he found her nipple again. She loved it when he sucked her nipples. "Don't fucking stop," she said.

He kept licking her nipple as she rode him. Up and down. Up and down. Her pussy contracted more and more each time. Finally, the contractions reached a crescendo, and she cried out as she orgasmed. "Oh Zach! Oh Zach! Zaaaaacchhh!"

It took another few thrusts for him, and then he spurted his seed into her. She savored the feeling of his penis throbbing within her.

"I love you," he said.

She got off of him and went around to the side. She lay her head on his shoulder. "I have to ask you something," she said.

"You can ask me anything. What is it?" he asked.

"I know you were a virgin before. Did it ever bother you how many men I had sex with before you?" she asked.

"That was before you met me, wasn't it?" he said.

"Yes," she said. "But..."

"Shhhh... No, I don't care, Charlotte, I really don't. It really doesn't matter to me. Not the slightest bit."

"Really? Not even a little."

"Not even a little," he said. ``In fact, it might even be a benefit. That way, at least one of us knew what they were doing last night."

She laughed. She suspected that was how he felt, but she couldn't help herself from worrying about it sometimes. He was so pure that it made her feel dirty on occasion. It was good to know he didn't care. "Thank you. I hope you don't mind that I'm a dirty girl."

"That's not a bad thing, Charlotte," he said. "In fact, I'm kind of starting to like it."

She smiled. "Well, I have an idea. How do you like these jets?" She reached her hand to feel one of the jets.

"They're nice," he said. "What about them?"

"My parents house had a hot tub," she said. "And whenever I was alone at their house, I would get in the hot tub. Naked." She got up. "Then, I would let these wonderful jets fuck my pussy." As she said this, she put her pussy right in front of one of the jets. "Have you ever tried it?" she asked.

"No," he said. "Even if I had the opportunity, I shouldn't ejaculate in someone else's hot tub. But it sounds nice."

"Try it," she said.

He got up and put his penis in front of the jet next to her. "Oh wow," he said. "That is good."

She started to hump to heighten her pleasure. She adjusted it so the jet was going right to her clitoris. "Get behind me," she said. He did so, wrapping his arms around his stomach and her breasts.

"Can you enter me from behind?" she asked. "From here?"

"I'll try," he said.

He lowered and brought his penis up behind her and between her legs. But as he came up, he missed, hitting right between her vagina and her anus. "Sorry," he said.

"Let me lean forward for you," she said. She leaned over so half her body exited the plane of the hot tub. It should improve the angle for him. He tried again, and this time, he found the bottom of her pussy. "Wait," he said.

She had to lean over to almost horizontal, but then he was able to enter her. "There," he said as he thrust into her.

"You don't need to tell me," she said. "I have nerves down there. Lots and lots of nerves that love being pounded by your huge penis."

She angled herself back while keeping her inside him. But by this point, the jet was hitting her leg. "Follow my lead. Right," she said. He moved right. "Down." He moved down. "Little more right." He moved. "Too much. Left." He moved. "Forward! He pushed her forward. "Oh yes, yes, stay right there!"

The jet was gushing right against her clit. His massive penis was filling her from below. His left hand caressed her breasts. His right hand felt her stomach and the top of her mound. His mouth alternated between kissing her neck and her lips. This was absolute heaven. The pleasure was overwhelming. It felt like every nerve was firing, and it was so wonderful. She writhed against the jet as his penis thrust deeper inside her.

His penis pulsed and released another jet of sperm inside her. He pussy clenched on it as he did so, prolonging his orgasm until he erupted every ounce of seed in his penis. She kept riding on his cock. She orgasmed again. Her hips thrust like a mad woman as she threw her head back in delight.

She turned around wrapped her hands around her husband and kissed him. "You're really good for a beginner," she said. "At sex I mean."

"It probably helps that I have a huge penis."

"That's true. You make me feel so lucky."

"I feel lucky every time I make love to you," he said.

She hugged him. "What's the most times you ever orgasmed in one day?"

"Three. No wait, four," he said.

She scoffed. "Man, being a man sucks." They both laughed.

"What about you?" he asked.

"Ummm... eleven, I think." she said.

"You think we can beat that?" he asked.

"Only one way to find out."

"Oh God, your tongue, Zach! Your tongue!" Zach was licking Charlotte's pussy as she lay out on the couch. She thrust her hips to meet him as he stuck his tongue inside her. He put his hands around her legs so he could pull himself tighter to her sex. He had learned a lot about oral sex in the past few hours. She didn't teach him directly as much as react when he did something that made her feel good. He learned quickly what she liked. She humped against his mouth as she twerked her own nipple.

Finally, he moved his mouth so he could suck on her clitoris. "Oh! Oooohhh! Six! Siiiixxxxx!" she yelled. She was counting her orgasms by screaming out the number.

Then he was pinning her down on the other couch. Both of their hips bounced up and down up and down as they were attached together through their loins. "Nine! Nine!" she screamed. "Four! Four!" he yelled a few moments later.

Later in the day, he had her sitting up on a vibrating washing machine. "Six!" he yelled as he released another torrent of cum inside her. A few moments later, she cried out, "Thirteen! Thirteen!"

Finally, they were in bed with her on top. "Seven!" he yelled at the same time she yelled, "Sixteen!"

Both of them lay down panting. "Whoa," he said. "I'm tired."

"Me too," Charlotte said. She lay her head down on his chest.

"Sixteen orgasms," he said. "I bet you are. I'm a little jealous."

"It's hard to choose: yesterday or today. The best day of my life," she said.

"You don't have to choose. Every day I'm with you is the best day, of my life," he said.

"You're so corny sometimes," she said.

"I mean it."

"I know you do. You're the best husband a woman could want."

"You're an awesome wife, too. I don't know how many wives let their husbands make love to them all day, but I'm glad I found one."

"I don't understand," Charlotte said. "Why wouldn't you? Hell, if I didn't have a job and stuff to do, I might never stop having sex with you."

He laughed, and they drifted off to sleep.

Charlotte awoke the next day to a delicious smell downstairs. She wandered downstairs to find Zach was cooking breakfast. Naked. Was that pancakes? And bacon? And eggs? It made her mouth water. But she had other more pressing appetites.

She ran up to him, put her arms around him, and kissed him. She pressed her nakedness against him, pushing him back against the counter. She released it only to drag him away to the couch.

"Let me at least turn off the oven first," he said. He did so.

Then he followed her back to the couch, where he lay down. She got on top of him and engulfed his huge cock with her horny pussy. Then they humped themselves to a simultaneous orgasm. Only after that did they have breakfast.

When breakfast was finished, she took him to the hot tub again. He entered her from behind while she writhed against one of the jets. He twerked her nipple from behind while kissing her throat. Such wonderful sensations. All at once. She absolutely loved it. They needed to get a hot tub!

"We should shower," she said.

"Oh yeah. Do you want the upstairs or the downstairs bathroom?"

"We only need one. There's room for two in the upstairs bathroom."

"Sounds good," he said.

She turned on the shower, and they made out under the flowing water. He started to feel her breasts. She grabbed the soap and handed it to him. He proceeded to wash every square inch of her naked body. She made absolutely sure he didn't miss a spot. Then she did the same to him. She especially enjoyed washing his cock. But they were both too tired for more sex right now.

They left the shower, dried each other off, and cooked lunch together. Then they rewatched Spirited Away together. It was as good as she remembered it. She led him upstairs and back to bed. There, they made love slowly sensually, passionately. They enjoyed every sensation in each other's bodies as they pleasured each other for nearly two hours. Then they took a nap. Life was wonderful.

Neither Zach nor Charlotte ever put on clothes during their honeymoon. Charlotte had at least eight orgasms a day, and Zach had at least four. She could barely keep off of him for more than a few hours at a time. Neither of them came without the other.

But like all things, the honeymoon came to an end eventually. Zach and Charlotte put their clothes back on and returned to their lives.

The lived in separate apartments, but they visited each other every day after work. They often made love right when they got home from work. Charlotte, who usually came home first, took her clothes off as soon as she got home and waited for Zach to join her. She jumped him nearly every he opened the door. Usually, she would guide him back to their bedroom, but sometimes, he would take her right on the floor and one time up against the wall by the door with both his tongue and his cock. They always slept together and had sex before going to sleep.

Being married was the best. Unlike having to work for sexual encounters like she did in college, all she had to do was find her husband and take off her clothes. He was true to his word. No matter how tired or upset or distracted he seemed to be, he never refused to satisfy her. Not once.

"We should move in together," he said after another lovemaking session in his bed.

"Yeah, we really need to," she agreed.

They looked for a house. The only thing Charlotte insisted on was getting a house with a hot tub. She couldn't stop thinking about the way they made love in that hot tub during their honeymoon and she wanted to change it from memory to reality. It took a few months, but they finally found a place. She and her husband would finally live together. And it had a hot tub.

They hired movers to take all of their stuff. They made sure to order a bed to be delivered and set up first. Wouldn't want to miss that. The next day, they entered their new home as a married couple. She led him up to the bedroom and took off her clothes.

"Want to break in the new bed?" she asked.

His response was to take off his clothes and tackle her. God, she had a great husband. After breaking in the bed, they broke in the new hot tub, and it was just as great as she remembered it! They alternated between unpacking their stuff and breaking in all the other rooms in the house: the living room, the office, the laundry room. Washing machines were great. They didn't stop until every room in the house was sanctified by their sexual union.

They continued making love after coming home from work, at night before sleep, and sometimes one time in between that. Charlotte never got tired of it.

"God, you're insatiable," he said with a smile.

"I love you, and I love having sex with you," she said.

"You're the best wife a man could want," he said.

"You're the best husband," she said. "You have a magnificent penis."

As they continued their lovemaking week after week and month after month, Charlotte never lost her enthusiasm. She was always horny for him after coming home from work. He always took care of her. But after a while, she started to notice he didn't have the same enthusiasm he once did. It was subtle, but she noticed. He didn't pounce on her the way he used to when she got home from work. He wouldn't suck her vagina for as long as he used to before, and he was less keen to experiment with new sex techniques that she suggested.

She thought it was just a phase, but after a whole month of this, she couldn't take it anymore. "Tell me," she said.

"Tell you what?" he replied.

"What's bothering you?"

"What do you mean?"

"You don't like sex as much as you used to. You used to pounce on me the moment I walked through the door. I loved it when you did that." She stared into his eyes and put her hands around his neck as he said this.

"You're right. There is something more I want out of sex. I've been afraid to bring it up."

"You can have me however you want me, Zach. Do you want to do anal sex?" she asked. Despite the creativity to their lovemaking, they had never had anal sex. Charlotte loved pleasing her vagina too much to every try her ass instead. But she would at least try it if that was what Zach wanted.

He laughed. "No, it's not that at all." He took a deep breath. "I was referring to the original purpose of sex."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

He looked at her like was ten. "Making a baby," he said.

"Oh right, that." With all the fantastic pleasure sex with her husband had given her, that had totally slipped her mind. Of course, she had gotten in the habit of taking birth control regularly since she had started college, so there had never been much of a risk of getting pregnant. She laughed at her own oversight, but she stopped laughing when she realized what Zach had just said.

"Oh shit, you want a baby," she said.

"I do," he replied. "Do you?"

"Well, um.... " Honestly, she had never really thought about it. Her life with her husband was so wonderful now. If they had a baby, they would have all of these responsibilities, and they couldn't have sex as much as they did now. But then she imagined being a mother and she could think of a lot of things she'd like about it too. "Can I have some time to think about it?"

"Of course," he said. "Take all the time you need. This is not a decision to be made lightly."

She came to his bed that night wearing pajamas. He gave her a strange look. She never wore pajamas. She always slept naked. Why put on clothes when you were just going to take them off anyway?

"No sex tonight," she said.

He took it well. "That's fine," he said.

"In fact, I'd like to put off making love until I've made my decision about a baby," she said.

"Oh," he said.

"That also means no orgasming without me," she said.

"But ---"

"Hey, I waited for you, didn't I?!" she said.

"You're right. I'm sorry. We'll do it however you want, my love."

"I'm going to do it, too," she said. "Now, I'm going to sleep on the couch because feeling your giant cock against me makes me wet. Good night."

"You know it would help me stay disciplined if you didn't say things like that," he replied.

"Fair point."

"Good night, Charlotte."

It was a lonely night sleeping on the couch alone without even vaginal pleasure to distract her. The truth was she had already made her decision. She wanted to have a baby with Zach. And she was determined that the next time they made love together, they'd be able to have a baby.

They alternated sleeping on the couch. Charlotte pulled out her dictionary reading tape to help bore her to sleep so she wouldn't be as distract by sexual thoughts. She stopped taking her birth control pills. She went to the doctor at the end of the week to check on the status of her reproductive system. The doctor told her that the birth control hormones were almost, but not quite out of her system. The doctor said she should return next week if she wanted an update.

The mood in their household wasn't as upbeat as it normally was. Part of it was the lack of sex and masturbation, but as she looked into her husband's eyes, she realized that wasn't the real reason he was being cold with her. No, he wasn't cold but lukewarm. He had asked her a very important personal question that had huge implications for their life going forward, and she had yet to respond. She couldn't really blame him for feeling that way. It was tempting to tell him that she wanted to have a baby, too, but she thought the surprise later was better. He could wait for her. She had waited for him.

She returned to the doctor next week. The doctor checked and told her, "You're all good. In fact, you're ovulating right now."

"Oh, thank you, doctor, that's great news."

She returned home to prepare for her husband's arrival from work.

"Charlotte!" he called out from downstairs. She didn't come down to greet him. Nor did she call out. She waited in their bedroom, lying naked on the bed.

"Charlotte!" he called again from downstairs. She finally heard footsteps coming up the stairs. He checked the bathroom first. He was getting closer.

He stopped at the door to their bedroom and stared at her nakedness.

"I went to the doctor today," she said. "The birth control is out of my system."

"That means...."

"I want to have a baby with you Zach. I'm ready." She stood up and spread her arms out wide, offering herself to him. "Impregnate me!"

He couldn't get his clothes off quickly enough. Once naked, he tackled her onto the bed, kissing her with unmitigated passion. She could already feel him growing hard above her. God, she missed this. She kissed back with the same level of passion. She wrapped her arms around him as he bent down to lick her nipples. He started kissing all around her breasts. Then he got off the side of her and reached his hand down toward her crotch. She did the same to him.

She stoked his penis as he stroked her vagina. Two of his fingers went inside and felt her wetness. She sighed. His cock grew more engorged with her touch. Neither of them could wait any longer. She turned on her side and guided him into her with a short breath.

He mounted her and thrust. "Oh God, yes!" she moaned. "I'm ovulating. Put your seed in my womb! I need your seed, Zach!"

He started to hump her like a man possessed. He had never had this sort of ferocity before. His massive cock was rubbing against the walls of her pussy, and it was driving her crazy with pleasure. He went deep inside her, deeper than ever before, hitting a spot that send shivers of delight throughout her body.

She humped with him. They were bouncing up and down on the bed wildly, each downward move pushing him deep inside her pulsing pussy. Then his cock began to throb, stretching her even farther than normal when they had sex. Her pussy felt so fucking good. Was it even possible to feel this good?

Then, as his humps reached a crescendo, his penis released his seed and her vagina convulsed in orgasm at the same time. "Uhhhh! OOooooh! Oh my fucking God!" she screamed.

"Oh Charlotte," he cried as he kept spurting inside her.

But she was too lost in a world of pleasure to even register his voice. This orgasm kept going and going and going, wave after wave of spasms started in her vagina and spread through her whole body. Every time she thought it would stop, it just kept going to another level. She was riding a roller coaster of pleasure. It was ecstasy beyond what she could even imagine. The whole orgasm lasted three full minutes. Three of the best minutes of her life.

"Holy fucking shit!" she said.

He was smiling at her so sweetly that she thought he must be an angel sent from heaven. Well, could an angel make her come like that? It seemed she was wrong when she assumed her first orgasm with him would be the best. This was even better.

"That was fucking amazing," he said. "If you don't get pregnant from that, something is deeply wrong with the universe."

She took a few deep breaths to recover herself. The she smiled at him and lined herself up with his cock again. "It couldn't hurt to be sure," she said.