“I love you so much, Henry. I love you and love you, and have never loved anyone as much as I love you!” She kissed him long and hard and deep. Henry could barely rasp out his response.
“And I love you even more!” He smiled, knowing it would provoke her in a playful way.
“For that, you will now be punished! But first, bend down and kiss my boots all over, and thank me for marrying you.”
Henry did exactly as he was told, but when, on the second boot, his head reached her toe, she put her other boot on the back of his neck and shoulders, pressing him to the floor and pulling the leash taught. He knew what came next. It was a favorite position and activity of his wife. She loved looking down at her husband with her big black boot holding him firmly in place, naked buttocks up in the air, expecting what was about to come.
Gwen started slowly and gently and said nothing at first. After time, she began to pick up the pace and the strength. Henry started to sigh, or moan, or whimper small cries between the strikes. As he did so, she could contain herself no longer, as she rained blows down on Henry’s back and buttocks. She was turning his butt a bright, warm red and his back was carved with long stripes.
“You know, [SMACK] I’m so glad [SMACK] we discovered that you have [SMACK] a bit of a masochistic streak in you. [SMACK] It turns out, [SMACK] that I actually enjoy [SMACK] hurting you [SMACK]!” Henry was whimpering and pleading with her to take pity on him and grant him mercy. Gwen stopped and leaned down to whisper. “But only because I know you enjoy being hurt by me.” As she said that, she caressed his hard cock with her riding crop. [SMACK] “You know how much I enjoy hearing you whimper and moan—and occasionally scream.” [SMACK] And with one hard blow more—which got a satisfactory shout out from Henry—Gwen put the crop down.
She pulled on the leash and drew his head into her moist, panty-covered crotch. “Lick it—lick it and nuzzle it through the material.” As Henry dove in, her long, large legs closed around his body, trapping him right where they both wanted him to be.
“Now, pull my panties off, with your teeth,” she said releasing him to do that job. On completion, she drew him back into her and tightened her legs around him again. She grabbed his head and guided him to her first orgasm, which was not long in coming in light of how she excited she was to have sex with her husband in their honeymoon suite!
After she stopped shaking and trembling from that first round, Gwen wasted no time and pulled Henry onto the bed and onto his back, settling her bottom on his face. She began rocking back and forth, grinding her large body and her now very wet-from-her-own-juices pussy on his face. She stayed on top of him for a long time, checking to make sure he could breathe, but relentlessly extracting her pleasure from his face, which was completely engulfed by her thighs and groin. Henry could feel her new black boots pressing on his body in multiple places.
After her second orgasm, she gave her husband a brief respite, including cleaning up his gooey face with a warm washcloth. When she felt he had recovered enough, she hugged him to her breasts for extended worship and smothering. Yet another thing she never seemed to tire of.
Henry was excited beyond compare with their kinky love-making. He knew he would not last long inside his wife once she took him. Gwen knew this too, but she didn’t care. She loved how happy Henry was as she teased, tormented, and tortured him in service of her and her sexual pleasure. After passionate kissing, Gwen mounted Henry’s body, the two lovers, wife and husband, becoming one.
Afterwards, both cleaned up and showered and relaxed in their room ahead of dinner. As she saw him come out of the shower and noted the angry red stripes that still showed on his back, Gwen thought that, well, a swim shirt is going to be required for her husband tomorrow. Neither of them are interested in discussing their extracurricular activities with other resort-goers. At least, thats what she thought.
The next day arrived all too quickly after the previous night’s dinner. Both lovers had been tired after a long day of travel and afternoon festivities. A large, rich dinner put them on a path for early sleep. But that didn’t stop them from some pretty conventional, early in the day sex, however, with Gwen calling the shots of course.
Many of Henry’s stripes had faded overnight, but not all did. She told him he would need to wear that swim shirt all day, something he was inclined to do anyway as he did not like being in the sun for long periods of time. Gwen did, however. They dressed for the pools and beach and headed out after a late breakfast. As much as she wanted to admire Henry’s tight butt in a speedo, she did not make him wear one. He already had a hard time not having an erection when he was around her, so it seemed prudent that, at least at first, he should wear loose-fitting trunks. She wore a nice black one-piece suit that flattered her larger frame, which was also helped by a light robe. Not overly crowded at this time of year, they managed to find some lounges that afforded some shade to him and more sun for her.
It wasn’t too long afterwards that another woman sat down in lounge close to where they were. She watched Gwen and Henry for a long time, including when she was pretending not to. She watched Henry put sunscreen on himself and then on his wife. She watched Henry get the towels, and arrange the seats. She watched Henry do whatever his wife asked, whenever she wanted him to. She watched how deferential the husband was to his wife. She studied, fascinated, the substantial physical differences between the two. Finally, when she saw the wife send the husband—their wedding rings looked new—off to fetch lunch and drinks in the early afternoon, she could not resist striking up a conversation with the former.
“I hope you don’t mind me saying, I love how nice your husband is being to you! He’s certainly taking good care of you. Are you newlyweds?” She asked knowing full well that the answer was yes, but it helped break the ice and start the conversation.
“Yes, yes we are! And we are so happy to now be married. Are you married, too?”
“Yes, but not newly. We are on vacation. My husband is off on a deep-sea fishing trip today.”
At was at this moment that Henry returned with some sandwiches for lunch.
“And this is Henry, my newly minted husband. I’m Gwendolyn—Gwendolyn Deaveraux—but most people call me Gwen.” She looked expectantly at the other woman.
“Beth. Beth Davenport. I’m pleased to meet you both.”
Henry was finally able to say his hellos, having finally put all the things down he was carrying, including one bag with his mouth.
“Beth was just complimenting you on how well you take care of me!”
“Thank you. Well, the way I see it, it’s my job. I always like to take good care of the boss!” That had sorta just slipped out of Henry’s mouth naturally, and Beth took notice.
“The boss? You think of her as your boss?”