CUCKOLD HONEYMOON WITH BEN
I had a really great St. Patty’s day today. My hubby put on his green sheer panties this morning and helped me around the house, We had the parade on TV, and a corned beef cooking for our Party. We had a lot of guests over the house, the guys were watching Sports, girls were all chatting in my den. It was great, we sang Irish songs, I played the piano, and everyone really enjoyed themselves.
Those green panties I mentioned belonged to my Ex-husband, and reminds me of a St. Patty’s day from long ago. It seems, that my first husband, enjoyed me as his young and pretty Trophy Wife. When we were first married, we had not slept together, as I was just out of high school, He was rich and powerful, and wanted a virgin on his wedding night. I was young and naive and believed him, and he was adoring and passionate we would kiss, and hug, and he would pleasure me with his tongue. Never taking his pants off. Saying that I was a goddess, and that he could not treat as less then a goddess. I believed him, he had me on a pedestal and I liked it.
We went off to Hawaii on a romantic honeymoon. He owned a timeshare on the island. We had a magical wedding, and long flight to the island. When we arrived, there were islanders waiting for our arrival, and greeted us warmly. We went to some parties in my husband’s honor, as the natives knew of our marriage. That night, when it was bedtime, my new husband, pretended to be so tired, that he passed out and we never consummated our marriage in the legal sense.
In the morning, when I arose, my husband was already gone, he left a note that he would be playing golf, with a credit card next to the note, telling me to go shopping for whatever I wanted. I spent the day, at the nearby shops, and that evening we went out for an extravagant and romantic dinner. Outside with the palm trees swaying and the warm summer breeze on us. My husband reached over the table, held my hand and told me he adored me, and how beautiful I was.
Again that night, we went back to our room, and he passed out again, claiming the golfing had gotten to him, he said he played 36 holes, and could not stay awake much longer.
The following day, I frustrated, I awoke early and put on my sexiest undies, and waited for my husband to awaken. When he did, he did not seem at all interested in me in my undies, but instead, told me, we were going to the races and there would be a young man in a limo picking us up shortly, I should dress and be ready. Unhappily, I did as I was told, and we went downstairs to wait for our ride.
A shiny black limo pulled up, and out of the drivers seat emerged a most handsome, young driver. He stood about 6’4,” and had ebony skin, Sparkling eyes and teeth, totally handsome, and full of muscles and sex appeal. In my frustrated and unhappy state, his large smile, warmed me all over and I got into the car and we drove off.
My husband seemed very cocky, and was ignoring the fact that we still had not slept together, and when I asked him while we were driving, as to why he did not want to have sex with me now, He replied, that he did not see what the rush was, as he was in no hurry, “After all,,,you are my Goddess, aren’t you? You need to be worshipped.” I felt foolish, but decided I may as well enjoy the beautiful scenery, and we drove off.
On our way home from the races, my husband, got a phone call, and told me he had business that evening, and that Ben (the driver) would keep me company if I liked and he could drive me around the island, and show me the sites. I sighed, and resigned myself to the odd fact that my husband was not interested in having sex with me, and that Ben would be my guide for the evening.
That night, turned into many nights of being left alone with Ben, I think about 2 weeks had gone by, with my husband shrugging off his duties to me, and finally, I could not take it any longer, I asked Ben, to come up to my room, and satisfy me the way a real woman needed to be satisfied. He had been aware of my husband’s lack of interest, and was very sympathetic to me. So much so, that I had grown very attracted to the handsome young black man.
We entered the darkened room, and went over to the bed. Ben picked me up carefully, and put me on the silky covers, He was gentle and yet so big and strong, I was melting in his arms, and very full of arousal, as I had been kept on the edge for so many months, and now these weeks in this tropical paradise. He kissed me passionately, over and over, taking off my sexy things, one by one, and kissing and admiring each inch of my tight, sexy body. When he finally kissed his way down my belly, pulling my panties down as he did so, the door opened.
Shocked and scared, it was my husband, looking in at Ben and I, naked on our bed. I was terrified of what would happen, Ben however, did not stop, and my husband quietly closed the door, and entered the room, He went over to the chair, unzipped his pants, and took his cock out, Ben continued to kiss me, now he was between my legs, kissing up my juices, as my new husband looked on. It was almost too much to bear. My excitement was at a fever’s pitch, yet I was mentally puzzled and shocked.
My husband in the darkened corner seemed to be masturbating and my friend Ben, at this point had taken out a huge cock and was getting ready to enter me. My virginity was going to go to this exciting and handsome man, and my husband was going to be only an onlooker.
That was how my marriage to my first husband began. I am still in touch with Ben today. Be sure to check back for more about my early adventures with Ben.