Honeymoon Heaven

I’m not sure what to write here or how to start. I’ve enjoyed reading all your stories and have been turned on by so many of them that I feel compelled to share the story of my honeymoon. So here goes, and I hope you like it.

John and I dated in college. I met him through a mutual friend, and we became fast friends.  I’ll spare you all the relationship and courting stuff and just fast forward to the good stuff.  While we dated for several years and spent a lot of time together and became, I believe, each others best friend as God intends; we never became lovers. That was one of the things I loved most about John. He respected my views and never made me feel pressured to have sex. Although not a virgin himself, he was content to hold off until we were married.

We had an awesome wedding ceremony that was attended by our many friends and far-flung families. The wedding planning was stressful, and when the time for the honeymoon came, we were both ready for a break. We partied and danced late into the night and imbibed in a few too many drinks with our friends to consummate the marriage our first night. We had an early flight to Florida the next morning (Our families had joined to gift us a week-long cruise in the Caribbean).

As our flight left the following morning, we were so excited. Prototypical honeymooners, we could barely keep our hands off each other!  The sexual tension between us was almost electric. I recall him brushing lightly against my bare arm with his hand and feeling my nipples harden in my sundress as we waited for the plane to taxi down the runway. And watching him shift uncomfortably in his seat as a bulge quickly formed in his pants while I stroked his thigh in a loving caress.

I had imagined his cock many times over the years, and I ached to see it now. What would it be like? Would it be long? Thin? Thick? Veiny? I imagined how it would feel, plunged deep into my pussy. It was a thought that both excited and frightened me. Would it hurt? What if it was too big? Or worse, what if it was too small, and I couldn’t feel anything? I thought these thoughts as we cruised through the air en route to our destination.

Finally, my urges and temptations got the better of me, and I reasoned that I now had no reason to continue to wait. After all, we’d gotten married yesterday! I allowed my hand to travel further up his thigh, brushing my palm across his crotch. His stunned reaction and a quick glance of astonishment told me I had found what I was looking for. But had I? Was that his balls I just felt? Shaft? Belt buckle?!? It was something firm, but in jeans I had no indication of what I had felt. I waited a few minutes more and tried again, this time lingering longer over my target area. It was still difficult to tell what was going on down there, but I felt his penis ‘jump’ at my touch. I squeezed slightly and could feel his firmness in my hand. My panties instantly dampened. I stroked his cock lightly the best I could, but it was an awkward backhanded attempt that was, I think, uncomfortable for us both. As a virgin, I didn’t have a lot of references to make a size comparison. I had given handjobs to two prior boyfriends, one in high school, and the other my freshman year in college. Both times were vain attempts to keep them interested in me to prolong the relationship since I wouldn’t compromise on the whole sex thing, before learning that it never actually works.

“What are you doing?” John whispered in my ear.

“I’m horny. I want you,” I pleaded with him.

“Not now. Not here…but soon enough,” John reasoned with me.  But he did not remove my hand, and I could see that he maintained his firmness.

We continued like this for the remainder of the flight; working ourselves into a simmering frenzy of sexual excitement. After arriving at the airport, we took a short taxi ride to the cruise ship terminal that seemed to last forever.  Then a long line to check our luggage and board the vessel.  Once aboard, we were given key cards and directions to our cabin. Our luggage was being loaded and after being inspected it would be delivered to our room as well.

By this time, I was ready to explode. I couldn’t wait to get to our room and begin our honeymoon!  We made our way through the labyrinth of the ship to finally find our room. Then the announcement came over the public address system that our part of the ship was required to come to the main deck for the mandatory safety drill. After standing in line for what seemed like an eternity, learning about the ship and how to work a life jacket, we were free to go back to our room.

We spent a few moments acquainting ourselves with our home for the next week. Not that there was much to see. We were very blessed to have been provided such a wonderful vacation by our families, but cruise ships aren’t exactly known for their spacious accommodations. It was a narrow cabin, and the bed took up most of the room.  There was a tiny washroom with an even smaller shower off to the side. Beyond the bed were a little area with a writing desk and small sofa. But beyond that was a large picture window and sliding door that led out to a balcony with stunning water views.

Enjoying the moment, I embraced my husband, and we began to kiss. A lot. A full-on make-out session ensued, and our hands started to wander over each other’s bodies. I could feel John’s engorged manhood harden in his jeans as I pushed my pelvis into his. I reached down to unbuckle his pants. And that’s when he stopped me.

“They’ll be coming with the luggage soon,” he explained.

“I don’t care. I want you badly,” and I tried again.

His repeated rebuffs began to make me think something was wrong. Perhaps he didn’t wish to have sex with me. Was there something wrong? Did he not find me sexy enough? Was there something wrong with HIM? Was he embarrassed?? Did I make a mistake marrying this man???

“Katie,” he said patiently, “I love you, and I very much want to make love to you, but this is your first time and our first time together. I want it to be special for us. Not hurried. And not interrupted by anyone else. God gave us this special gift, and I don’t intend to share this moment with anyone else.”

I knew he was right, even as my aroused body told me otherwise. And I loved him even more for it. We sat for a few moments in silence, waiting for the knock on the door that our luggage had arrived.  Eventually, my restlessness got to me, and I was ready to explore.

Given how often we’re naked around each other today, I’m still amused at what happened next. Perhaps old habits die hard, or I was still a little embarrassed at having my advances rejected, but I retreated to the bathroom to change clothes. I figured if we weren’t going to have sex, we should at least go explore the ship rather than waste our honeymoon waiting for our luggage. Luckily, some of our friends that had cruised before advised us to pack a few things into a carry-on that we could bring to our room with us.

“Come on, let’s get changed, and I’ll buy you a drink,” I said, rummaging through the small bag. I tossed him his swim trunks and grabbed my bathing suit, just in case we ended up at the pool.

Normally I’m pretty modest and don’t like to show a lot of skin, but I wanted to impress my new husband. A lot of girls get lingerie as a wedding shower gift, and I did too. But since we were going to be spending a week at sea, I had my girlfriends help me pick out some sexy swimsuits too! And so I changed into one of the first bikinis I’d ever worn. I had been dieting and exercising for months before the wedding and I was in probably the best shape of my life. If I was ever going to wear such a revealing suit, now was the time and this was the place! It was a fun yellow halter top bikini with green trim and a push-up bra feature that made my 34C’s look like Ds or DDs. I saw myself in the bathroom mirror and I couldn’t believe how great my tits looked! Horny as I was, I couldn’t help but imagine John’s cock sliding in and out of my incredible cleavage. I hoped our luggage would be here soon! I covered the bikini bottom with a flowy wrap and headed out to see if John was ready too.

I immediately got the reaction I was looking for. He couldn’t take his eyes off my chest!

“Wow, you look incredible,” he managed to mumble.

I twisted from side to side slightly, sending my skirt-wrap twirling around me before pausing to pretend to check myself out. “You like?” I asked, gesturing to my chest as if I was some sort of prize girl on a game show.

“Very much,” John enthusiastically responded.

Meanwhile, I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. He had changed into flattering swim trunks that were dark colored with a geometric design on them and a baby blue linen button-down shirt that matched his eyes. The sleeves were cut short and cuffed at the ends which accentuated his firm biceps. Not that he’s a musclehead, but John’s definitely fit and seeing the vein on his bicep always turns me on.

We ventured out and toured the ship, stopping for some snacks and a few drinks along the way. We enjoyed the festivities and the parties as we disembarked from the cruise terminal.  We watched our home port become a dot in the distance as we made our way to sea.  A few more drinks, and then a Congo line around the pool. It was all great fun.

“Are you ready? Do you want to go back to the room?” John asked suddenly.

I nodded in agreement and followed him through the hallways as we eagerly headed back below serval decks to our tiny cabin.  We were not far out to sea yet and the sea was not rough, but the water was choppy enough and the couple drinks I’d had made for a wobbly adventure through the hallways. We entered our room and found our luggage placed neatly inside our door. That’s when the nerves hit me. I was actually about to have sex. For the first time in my life. With my husband!

John took my hand, pulled me close and we began to kiss. Lightly and sensually at first, but then rougher and more animalistic. His hands caressed my body, and I felt an electricity flow through me like I’d never known. His firm embrace was so comforting and yet, hungry. I began to quiver and tremble at his touch. My hands searched for his body. I felt his muscular frame, his firm biceps, and the sandpapery smoothness of his neck and jawline as his five o’clock shadow began to emerge. I tried to concentrate on unbuttoning his shirt. Eager anticipation made my hands move quickly, yet my fingers trembled.  It was a far cry from the button-popping, clothes-ripping scenario I had imagined.

“Katie, sweetie. It’s ok, I love you.” John said with such compassion that my heart melted. “Are you nervous?”

I nodded my head slowly, embarrassed.

“There’s no rush. We can go slow.”  And then he took a step back and quickly finished unbuttoning his shirt, tossing it casually on the bed. “Here, follow me,” he said, grabbing a bottle of red wine and two wine glasses that had been chilling in an ice bucket, before heading out onto the balcony.

“Whoa, this boy is smooth!” I remember thinking to myself as I followed him out the door.

John poured us each a glass of wine and proposed we just sit and talk and watch the water go by for a bit. To this day, it’s one if the most relaxing and romantic memories I have. We sat for awhile and made idle conversation. I don’t even remember what we talked about. I sipped my wine and enjoyed the view, including my shirtless husband. Perhaps it was the wine, or the setting, or the romanticness of it all, but I soon found my courage returning. As John talked, I became increasingly horny. I looked around and it occurred to me just how secluded the balcony was, even in the late afternoon sun.

I walked over to John as he was talking, I straddled him in his chair and began to kiss him, once again. But this time I did not tremble and we did not stop. Soon, I felt his engorged manhood pressing into me and I became even more confident in what I wanted to do.

“You’re a good man, and I’m the luckiest girl in the world,” I told him. “You blow me away. And now I want to do the same for you.” I slid down off of him and knelt between his legs.

It was such a cheesy line that I think it left him momentarily speechless. “Are you sure?” he asked.

I told him that I’d been wanting to do it for a long time as I reached up to grab his rock hard dick. This time, there was no objection. He let me massage his member for a few moments before finally lifting his hips and helping me slide his trunks to the floor.  Freed from the constraints of the fabric, his fully erect penis was directly in front of my face. And it was, in a word, huge. At least to me.

I grabbed his shaft, nearly in the middle.  My fingers struggled to encircle it, it was so thick.  I stroked it lightly and he let out a slight moan. I continued, faster, traveling the entire length of his shaft from the tip to the base, my palm gently cupping his balls with each down stroke.  The pure size of it enthralled me. I placed my other hand above the first as I continued to stroke him. I couldn’t believe there was so much left, even as I placed two hands on his shaft, starting at the base.

I massaged him with both hands for a few moments before I blurted out, “Your cock is so big!”

“Thanks. I grew it myself!” he teased appreciatively.

I chuckled briefly at his joke as I leaned forward and put the tip in my mouth.  I had been practicing this moment for awhile but was still unsure what to expect. It was soft, yet firm in my mouth. The little bit of precum was slightly salty. I welcomed the taste. I bobbed my head up and down a few times allowing my saliva to moisten his tip. More moans. This time, they may have been from the both of us. I continued to give John head on the balcony of our honeymoon ship as the waves rolled by. Gradually, I slipped more and more of his cock into my mouth. I quickly gave up on my fantasy of deep throating him off the bat. He was simply too big and I was too inexperienced. But I took in as much as I could, working to control my gag reflex. I worked his remaining shaft with my hand, simultaneously sucking and stroking him.

I felt his hand gently on the back of my head, guiding his penis down my throat as he flexed his hips with each bob of my head.  It felt so powerful, to know I was giving my husband such pleasure. I felt my right breast in my bikini top caress his calf as I rocked back and forth. It made my nipples hard and my pussy moist. John’s moans grew louder and he began to pull my hair slightly as he got closer to climax. I stroked him faster with my right hand as my left hand found and squeezed my left breast before traveling south, resting between my own legs, gently applying pressure to my clit.

“Oh, yes!” John cried out. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. I’m gonna cum.”

I had never swallowed cum before and wasn’t sure what to do. But before I could think too much about it, I felt John’s hot, salty liquid spray against the back of my throat.  It ran down my throat and out of my mouth like creamy maple syrup. Holding his still engorged cock in my hand, I continued to suck as another round of warm juice made its way down my throat.  I tried to swallow as much as I could.

The look of immense satisfaction and pleasure on my husband’s face made me so happy. “I love you, honey!” was all he had to say.