Getting Married Set Me Free Pt, 13 - Sex Stories

Getting Married Set Me Free Pt, 13

Getting Married Set Me Free – Our Second Honeymoon

by Vanessa Evans

Part 3

I woke first and slowly eased my husband onto his back then I slowly mounted him reverse cowboy style, me being grateful for whatever it is that causes morning hard-ons. Dylan woke to me grinding my butt on him to make his cock move around inside me.

I’d just cum when something caught my eye and I looked towards the still wide open doors and saw a Bellhop, or whatever they are called in Mexico, just standing there watching us. Not wanting to spoil his fun I lay back so that my back was on Dylan’s chest, my head being between Dylan’s and the Bellhop so that Dylan couldn’t see the Bellhop. Dylan automatically put his left hand on my left tit and his right hand on my clit.

As Dylan teased my nipple and my clit to another orgasm I stared at the Bellhop as he stared at me. Him staring made me cum quicker and I did some Kegels as my orgasm faded. Them making Dylan cum deep inside me.

When I started to get my breath back I sat up and said,

“Oh hi, can I help you?”

The Bellhop looked a bit flustered and it took him a few seconds to reply,

“Oh, err, yes, the concierge told me to bring this to you.”

By then Dylan had turned his head and seen the Bellhop. Dylan replied,

“Put it on the table please. Esther, would you give the man a tip, my wallet is in my chinos.”

I got off Dylan and walked to where Dylan’s chinos had ended up the previous night, squat down facing the Bellhop, ...

... and rummaged through the pockets until I found his wallet. Then I stood and walked to the Bellhop and gave him a 200 Pesos note. I’m sure that he was blushing a little as I thanked him before he turned and walked away.

“Is this what I think it is?” I asked Dylan as I walked to the package and opened it.

“Probably.” Dylan replied.

“Are you going to take one now?”

“No, I’m going to have a lazy day and conserve my energy for tonight, then with a bit of luck we won’t get much sleep tonight.”

“That sounds like a good plan, come and have a shower then we can get some breakfast, if we aren’t too late.”

We did, and we weren’t, then we headed for the beach to do a lot of nothing.

We had a similar, very lazy day to the previous one, with the same amount of fucking in the sea. That is until we returned to our bungalow when the sun started to go down.

The first thing on the agenda was a shower, then a cold beer from the fridge. We sat on the veranda, both of us totally naked, and sipped our beers. A handful of people coming back from the beach passed us, some of them saying hello, but no one seemed to care that we were naked.

Of course we were sat down, and Dylan’s cock was flaccid, so we weren’t exactly exhibiting ourselves, then Dylan had an idea. The railings round the edge of the veranda weren’t like those at the edge of the balconies on the hotel rooms that were metal bars and bricks, round the bungalow verandas the railings were just a very thick rope. ...