Hedonism Honeymoon

A warm tropical breeze wafted through the open balcony doors of my ocean front honeymoon suite.

The sun had just come up..... in stark contrast to my penis. It had been up most of the last three hours.

I was lying on my back, as Carlotta straddled me.

Pushing her moist pussy into my face, she implored me to suck, lick and probe her as she squirmed above me.

Carlotta's fingers dug into my shoulders as she reacted to my tongue flicking her hard little nubbin.

Her ample breasts swaying above. moved me to pinch and twist one of her long dark nipples.

Carlotta's shallow breaths quickened and her dark brown eyes rolled back as a powerful orgasm started within her.

My name is Ben Davis, 25, and this was the second day of my honeymoon week at the Caribbean 'all inclusive' hedonistic resort.

Before arriving at the luxurious beachside resort, I knew next to nothing about hedonism.

Working hard to complete my work tasks before the wedding, I left it to Brandi, my fiancé of two years, to plan the honeymoon escape.

The day before the wedding, she handed me a brochure, rife with spectacular pictures of the complex, populated by scarcely clad and nude revelers, frolicking in a tropical paradise.

Prominent on the front side of the brochure, a black box overlaid with bold silver lettering defined hedonism.

'Hedonism' - The belief that the most important thing in life is to enjoy yourself by living and behaving in ways that mean you get as much pleasure out of life as possible.

It sounded good to me, but it wasn't until after I checked in, that the full meaning became clear to me, particularly as it related to this resort.

En route to the lavish reserved suite, the bell boy offered some orientation information.

He explained that on the 'Nude' side, aside from drugs and murder, almost everything else was permissible. Total nudity, alcoholic beverages from the open bar and even public sex with anyone as long as it was consensual, was all perfectly acceptable, encouraged even.

None of this should have been a surprise to me. My fiancé had always been very open to sexual adventure. Her insatiable desires may have even exceeded my own.

The 'Prude' side was for the more modest guests...... pretty much self explanatory. My guide needlessly gave further details of that area. I had stopped listening because I was unlikely to ever use that part of the facility.

Perhaps i should explain how I came to be in bed with Carlotta and not Brandi.

The chain of events leading up to this development really started as I stood at the altar for our wedding ceremony, just two days prior.

The large carved wooden doors at the rear of the majestic church opened and as the 'Here comes the bride' music started, I looked back expecting to see the father of the bride escorting my betrothed down the aisle.

Instead, I saw Brandi's Maid of Honour, nervously advancing toward me.

Sue came to me, whispering in my ear, "We have a run away bride situation. Brandi is calling off the wedding."

I spent the next several hours in a fog. All efforts to contact Brandi were thwarted by her sexy voice stating, "I'm not available right now, please leave a voice mail."

Just before midnight, my cel vibrated and the screen display indicated 'Brandi'.

She cried and apologized, explaining that she had fallen in love with some one else, suggesting that my life would be better without her.

Her parting remark suggested that I not let the prepaid, non refundable 'Honeymoon' go to waste.

I can't remember my exact words, but the gist of my response offered a few suggestions of what she could do with the honeymoon package.

The next morning as I stumbled into the kitchen of the condominium we co owned, I found the airline ticket and my passport on the breakfast bar.

By noon, I had reconsidered and packed to catch the late afternoon flight to Jamaica, arriving there late in the evening.

After settling in, I decided to explore the common areas, opting for the pool bar on the 'Nude' side.

Naked partiers, ranging in age from early twenties to sixtyish, mingled at the poolside bar.

Entertainment was provided, consisting of a female duo playing guitars and singing on a small stage setting at the pool edge.

The two scantily dressed black women's harmonious voices were singing a romantic ballad.

Later, when the entertainers packed up at midnight, the taller of the two ordered a 'Red Stripe' and sidled up beside me.

"Hi, I'm Carlotta. I've been watching and you don't seem to be in a party mood. Are you here by yourself?"

"Ben." I said in reply. "My tale of woe is too sad to burden you with. Don't want to be a wet blanket."

A slow romantic song played over unseen speakers.

Carlotta stood and let her colourful shift fall to the deck.

"This is no place to be sad. Dance with me." She said taking my hand.

The beautiful dark skinned goddess was almost as tall as me and I was immediately taken by her curvaceous features.

Her ebony skin was flawless, contrasting the stark whiteness of my pasty northern hemisphere winter complexion.

Her breasts, capped by large dark areolas and protruding nipples caused my loins to stir.

Pressing into me as we swayed to the music, she smiled as my hardening penis brushed against her.

As I tried to create some space to avoid further embarrassment, she leaned in closer. "Not to worry. It happens a lot around here." She said nodding at another couple who had joined us.

The short 50 year old blond woman was stroking a tall younger man as they danced nearby.

Precum oozed from my tip as Carlotta reached down to gently fondle me, mimicking the actions of the blond and her younger paramour.

"Why don't we take this to your room?" she cooed in my ear.

We made it as far as the stair hall before stopping to exchange hungry passionate kisses. With our lips locked together and tongues probing, she leaned back against the wall and raised her long shapely leg, wrapping it around my hip and guiding my throbbing cock into her juicy pink pussy.

As she put both arms around my neck, she pulled herself up and wrapped her other leg around as she started a series of frantic pelvic thrusts.

We gave in to almost simultaneous mind blowing orgasms.

On wobbly legs, we staggered to my room, before falling into the king sized bed, eager to go another round.

Taking her from behind this time, she climaxed twice more in rapid succession.

Carlotta and I awoke later to have the oral episode previously described.

Using her soft full lips, she engulfed my manhood.

As my moment of ecstasy neared, we were unexpectedly interrupted by a woman pushing the door open and backing in, dragging soft sided luggage to the foot of the bed.

Her face showed terror as she turned to discover the activity before her.

"Benjamin!" she shrieked, momentarily unable to divert her eyes.

Regaining some composure, she spun away and hastily disappeared down the corridor. Her bags remained abandoned where they lay.

"What just happened?" Carlotta questioned.

"I'm not sure. That was my mother-in-law...... at least she was going to be my mother-in-law before my finance left me at the altar two days ago."

"I've got to find her."

I did manage to find the where with all to grab a towel as I headed to the door, pursuing her.

A search of the lobby proved unfruitful. Scanning the nude pool, confirmed she was not there either. Not that I would have expected her to be.

The 'prude' side was my next stop.

I spotted the Rubenesque red head at the bar, accepting a large frosted cocktail from the bartender.

Martha Collins turned and spotted me as I approached. She turned to flee, but stopped when I called her name.

"Martha, what a surprise to see you."

"Shock would be a better word, Benjamin."

Martha stared into her tropical cocktail, avoiding direct eye contact.

"Brandi transferred her plane ticket to my name, insisting I use the reservation. She said you had declined."

"I reconsidered and decided I needed a vacay after the shocker she pulled on me. I felt no need to get her approval."

"No..... no of course not." Martha said sympathetically. "I will catch the next flight back and leave you to enjoy your holiday. In the meantime, I will arrange for another room."

"Let me know where you are and I will bring your bags." I said as I left Martha at the bar.

I had not heard from her a couple of hours later, so I inquired for her room number at the lobby desk.

The clerk informed me that she had tried to check in, however no rooms were available. "Last time I saw her, she was headed toward the pool bar."

Martha Collins was sitting alone in a shady palapa. The distraught 55 year old had a vacant stare as she sipped the last bit of her beverage from her cocktail glass. Another full one sat, waiting within reach.

She was unaware of my presence as I watched her. I had fond memories of Martha in the years Brandi and I were together. She was always bubbly and upbeat and we got along well, at least after some hiccups at the start.

Having her for a mother-in-law was going to be a perk of being married to her daughter.

As Martha and I grew closer, she confessed that her initial resistance was based on a distrust of men in general, mostly because of her failed marriage to Brandi's father.

Her relationship with Brandi had it's moments of stress as well. She appreciated that I took on a peace maker roll, easing the tensions between them when they arose.

On one occasion, as we shared a second bottle of wine, she expressed concern that Brandi and I might not be right for each other. It was me that she was concerned might end up getting hurt.

Looking back, I guess she knew her daughter much better than I did.

Observing her now, I noted the eyes that usually sparkled, so full of life, were sad and dim. The big smile that usually adorned her pretty face, was missing as well. Still, she looked at least 10 years younger than her actual age.

Her body had always been attractive to me as well. She carried a little extra weight, but wore it well. I had to admit I admired her curvaceous body on several occasions, fantasizing about what it would be like to make love to her. Imaging those sexy lips pleasuring me, was not an uncommon occurrence.

As my mind wandered into that territory, she looked up and saw me.

"May I join you?" I asked, sitting before she answered. "Sorry for the awkward moment you just witnessed."

"It's really a fucked up mess, isn't it Benjamin?"

Martha always used my full given name, but I had never before heard the "F" word escape her lips.

Catching the server's attention, I ordered a Red Stripe.

As the frosty lager was set in front of me, I noticed a tear on her rosy cheek.

"I don't know what I'll do." she started. "The next available flight home is not for three days. Worse, the hotel is full."

"Don't worry, Martha. I'll make sure you are not going to be sleeping by the pool. If you are okay with it, I will arrange for a cot and you can stay in my room."

More tears appeared as she reached out to touch my hand before suddenly pulling back as if it was inappropriate contact.

"It's okay." I said as I patted her tense hand compassionately.

"Sorry to be such a bother. I appreciate you taking me in."

Martha kept to herself for the rest of the day, lounging by the 'Prude' pool.

I mingled with the more liberated guests.

Attempts to acquire a roll away bed failed. The hotel staff promised to arrange for one by the next day.

Martha returned to the room as I exited the shower before dinner.

The hue of her complexation came close to matching that of her red hair as she observed me naked once again.

This time, at least, my penis was not fully inflated or wrapped in pouty female lips. Nonetheless, she did seem to hesitate for a lingering view.

I have no doubt she noticed my dick becoming semi erect before she withdrew to the balcony.

I wrapped myself in a bath towel and joined her outside.

"Unfortunately a cot will not be available until tomorrow. You can use the bed tonight. I will sleep on the chaise."

"It doesn't look very comfortable." Martha stated. "It does not seem fair that you have to compromise on your vacation. I should take the lounger."

"We can revisit that later." I said. "Would you have dinner with me?"

Martha seemed taken by surprise at my invitation.

"Wouldn't you rather be with one of the younger women? There's no shortage of them." Martha stated with a wry smile.

"Just because my relationship has ended with Brandi, it doesn't mean you and I can't still be friends. What do you say?"

"Honestly, my first thought on learning of your break up, was disappointment that you would not be around anymore. Yes, I'd love to have dinner with you..... on the clothed side...... right?"

I waited at the pool bar while Martha returned to the room to primp and preen herself.

Two couples had invited me to join them and about an hour later, the men looked up and went silent, peering past me.

I turned to see what had gotten their attention,

"Wow!" I said involuntarily.

Martha was standing near the entrance to the courtyard wearing an eye catching colourful flower print dress. Low cut and sleeveless, it showcased her full bosom and cleavage enticingly.

It's shortness also drew attention to her shapely legs and delicate feet, clad in leather sandals.

Her short hair had been teased and framed her attractive round face. She was stunning.

When she joined us and introductions were made, the two men at the table flirted with her shamelessly.

"I don't know how many eligible men are here, but they should be warned that a cougar is on the loose tonight." I said, playfully accusing her of trolling.

A short while later, the couples departed and we were left to enjoy the Caribbean cuisine at the al fresco buffet.

Later as Martha relaxed, we conversed more easily, like old friends.

As the evening twilight faded, a member of the hotel staff appeared and lit the numerous torches around the garden bar.

Carlotta and her singing partner appeared, taking to the stage for their first set.

Martha's tension eased as she swayed in her seat to the relaxing entertainment.

A while later, Carlotta stopped at out table as she moved to the stage for her next set.

I introduced her to Martha, officially. As Carlotta was leaving, I slipped a message to her, written on a paper napkin.

Strumming soft chords, she spoke into the mic, "This next song was requested by Benjamin. Martha this is for you."

As they began singing 'Wonderful Tonight' by Eric Clapton, Martha smiled at me demurely and silently mouthed 'Thank you'.

A few bars into the song, I stood and asked her to dance.

Martha and I moved gracefully around the small dance floor. She looked more beautiful than I had ever seen before, smiling with moist eyes.

With no forethought, I leaned down and softly kissed her luscious lips.

She did not react. As she silently looked at me with questioning eyes, I stopped dancing and released her from the gentle embrace. "I'm so sorry, Martha. I was overcome by how beautiful you are. Would you like to leave?"

Martha held her silent gaze a few seconds longer before she reached for my hand. Swaying again to the music, she encouraged me to resume dancing.

When she melted into me, she accidentally made contact with my already substantial erection.

"I didn't realize I had that affect on you." she whispered.

"For quite some time now." I kissed her again. This time her soft lips responded.

The song ended and Carlotta said, "Is it getting hotter out here?"

She winked at me as Martha took my hand and led me away.

In our room, Martha kissed me with a quiet passion. "I believe the problem with the sleeping arrangements has been solved. Wait for me in bed."

Minutes later, she emerged from the bathroom in a white silk negligee that presented a striking contrast to her ginger hair.

Observing me naked as she lifted the sheet to join me in bed, she cooed. "It's been a long time for me. Can we take it slow?"

Lying face to face, we looked into each others eyes and began kissing, letting our tongues flick against each others gently as my hand caressed her back on the outside of her satiny nightie.

Eventually I cupped her plump ass, gently massaging her, still on the outside of her garment.

Her quiet moaning reached a higher pitch when I slipped my hand under the fabric and cupped her bare derriere.

Martha rolled to her back and parted her thighs, encouraging me to caress her outer pussy lips. As my finger traced a slow path along her moist slit, her panting breaths increased in frequency.

When I slipped my fingertip in, she gasped. "It's been so long."

Her clit was erect when I brushed it with a fingertip. "Ooohhh yess... that feels so good. Faster please..... I feel it coming."

Martha's pussy tightened around the finger inside her as her little nub started vibrating against the one rubbing her pleasure center.

"Aaahhh...... now.... ooohhhh..... I never want this to end." she yelled as she tightened her arms around my neck.

Her green eyes were glassy again as I looked into her smiling face.

As she recovered, Martha sat up and pulled the nighty over her head and tossed it to the floor. My first look at her voluptuous breasts, confirmed that my lustful imagination had been right about how beautiful they were.

In fact they looked better than I had ever imagined. Her three inch diameter pink areolas were capped with soft half inch long nipples.

Martha moaned loudly as I pinched one sensitive nipple and took the other between my lips and sucked gently.

I knew we had moved beyond the gentleness when she aggressively pushed me on my back and straddled me. Her hand lined my penis up with her dripping opening and she pushed downward, taking me fully inside her.

Martha reached down and was stimulating her clit as she rocked on top of me.

"I'm going to cum again." she howled. "I want to feel you gush inside me. Cuuuuummming now.... ahhhhh....... I love how your cock feels inside me. Never take it out."

My orgasm started before hers ended. Martha kept moving and strumming, bringing on another powerful climax for her.

Eventually we drifted into a sleep of the dead.

I awoke in need of the bathroom as the first hint of morning lightened the sky.

Martha was still asleep when I returned, looking especially adorable. She was on her back with her legs parted slightly, allowing me a view of her trimmed reddish bush and enticing pink pussy.

I couldn't resist nuzzling her inviting love channel, eager to savour the taste of her and take in her scent.

Martha woke up just before her orgasm started.

When her breathing and pulse rate slowed, she reciprocated the oral pleasuring.

My lustful fantasies of the last few years were exceeded as she used those sensual lips to take me to new highs of blow job pleasure.

I had no trouble convincing her to pass on an early departure and stay with me through the full term of the vacation package.

To my great surprise, she even insisted on spending the rest of the week at the nude side of the resort.

I was so glad I had not passed on using the reservation, even more appreciative for the mix up that brought Martha and I together.

All too soon the week was over and we bade goodbye to the hedonist resort.

"What's next for you and Brandi?" Martha asked as we taxied into the arrival gate after our long flight home.

"Brandi and I are joint owners of our condo. She texted an offer to buy me out." I stated. "I accepted, so I will have to find a new place immediately."

"I have a spare room." Martha offered. "This is my chance to rescue you. Would you consider relocating to my place?"

"What if I said yes to moving in to your home, but no to the spare room?

Martha hugged me tightly. "Even better!"