Twenty-Six
H onestly, so far I had been having the best time on our honeymoon, but Camille was edgy since the incident with the dogger, and protested, every time I tried to touch her, once we’d found a place to park up for the night. We paid the fee and found an available spot, and then she shut herself in the bathroom.
“Camille, are you okay in there?”
“No, of course I’m bloody not.”
Hell. She’d gone quiet on me as we’d been driving, ever since I’d taken over, but I figured she was just enjoying the drive. I wasn’t fond of driving this bloody house on wheels. I wanted to be on my fucking bike, and I wanted to be showing her the world from the best fucking ride in the world. Shit happens, and I’m learning that adapting to that shit is how we survive it.
“Come on, darlin’, that guy’s long gone, and he won’t dare even think about what he saw.”
She was quiet, so I figured I’d leave her a few minutes to calm down, while I scoped out the contents of the cupboards in the kitchen part of the camper. There was some food, but nothing for us to cook a meal with. It was approaching early evening, so I dug out my phone and looked for the very nearest pub, finding one a ten minute walk away.
“Camille? I’ve found somewhere we can go to eat. Means you’ll eventually have to come out of the sodding bathroom though, babe.”
The door opened and she glared at me .
“Is this your idea of making things up to me?”
I grinned cheekily at her.
“Is it working? Look, wifey, I know that things didn’t go as planned back there, but don’t let it ruin our honeymoon for you. We can do anything we like while we’re away. We can tick things off our lists, and we can add new things as they occur to us. We can live, and pretend that reality doesn’t even exist. We’re married. I mean, fuck, we’re newlyweds. We’re supposed to be rocking this fucking camper like the deviant buggers we are.”
“But we can’t do that, Stitch.”
“Call me husband .”
She took a deep breath and sagged against the closed bathroom door.
“Did we make a mistake though? I mean, this was a crazy thing to do, right?”
I dragged her against me, and cupped her firm ass cheeks.
“I have no regrets, wife. I get that you might have issues with marrying some guy you barely know, but look at us. We’re young, we’re hot… well, you are, and we’re not doing anything wrong. I’d really like to be doing all kinds of ‘wrong’ things, but like you said, I’m banned from fucking you right now. That really sucks, by the way. Of all of the things this damn disease has done to me, I can’t believe I can’t fuck my new wife on our wedding night.”
She pressed her face into my neck and nuzzled me gently.
“Doesn’t mean you can’t get me off, Stitch... maybe I can even get you off without you doing yourself any harm, but none of that is going to happen until we’ve set some ground rules. No more interfering with me when I drive, or while we're out like that.”
I squeezed her ass again, and backed her up to the wall, my lips trailing over her cheek, and down her throat.
“Oh no, we’re definitely gonna fuck everywhere. I want to do it where we could get caught, because that added thrill is hot as fuck.”
Camille pressed her hands against my chest and pushed, so I let her put a little space between us, although we both knew if she really wanted me to back off, I would.
“I’m not really into the exhibitionist thing, Stitch. I like sex in random places, but the thought of some weirdo watching us really creeps me out. Maybe we’re not as compatible as we hoped, but then we barely know each other, right? ”
I grabbed her hands and moved closer, pressing them against the wall at her sides.
“You’re my wife, and I don’t plan for you to spend our short married life worried or creeped out, so we’ll keep it to places we can’t get caught, if that’s your preference. That doesn’t mean that I’m not going to drag you off somewhere and fuck you when the mood takes me, but I’ll try not to pick a dogging spot for it. That said, you’re the one who picked that place to play.”
She shot me a glare. “It’s not like it’s signposted or anything, and I wasn’t doing my best thinking while you had your fingers inside me!”
I groaned, remembering how her hot pussy sucked them right inside her.
“You keep talking like that and I’m gonna have to go down on you again. You taste fucking delicious.”
Cammy
H e’d gone from being awkward and conflicted about sex to being absolutely obsessed with it, or at least obsessed with doing things to me. I wasn’t complaining. I was totally on board with this oversexed version of Stitch, because he was wicked and deviant, and I loved every moment of it.
I also loved the fact that he wasn’t focusing on the bad stuff right now. He was completely focused on the fact that we were married, and out here away from everyone, enjoying ourselves and living in the moment. I had no idea how long we’d have to enjoy each other before he was no longer well enough to do these things, so I knew we shouldn’t be wasting valuable time.
The creepy guy though, the dogger, that had freaked me out more than I could have guessed it would. He was literally pressing his face up against the glass and grinning at me, just as I was so close to coming. If I’m honest, I think the loss of my orgasm was part of the horror in that moment.
“I promise I won’t let any more perverts watch us fucking, girl. Please... try to relax. This is our honeymoon, the only one we’ll have together, so let’s make the best of it.”
He was right, and I had to calm down and stop worrying about reality. We had to enjoy here and now, but with that said, I was starting to wonder what the hell deviant stuff he was already planning. I was seeing a side of him I hadn’t experienced yet, because we’d known each other for a less than a week.
“Before I agree to anything, husband ... I need to know what else you’ve added to your bucket list. It doesn’t pay to go into anything unprepared, or without warning. You could have added all sorts of depraved stuff that I don’t know about.”
He smirked as he handed me his phone and I scrolled through the additions. They all involved things he wanted to do to his ‘wifey’, and they were graphic and filthy. Honestly, it made me horny just reading about them.
He really had added ‘finger my hot wifey while she drives our camper, and make her come hard’.
“I need to make some amends to this. We can’t do that one, for a start. There’s no way you’re getting me up a bloody tree!”
He laughed, and took the phone back.
“That’s the only one that bothers you?”
I shrugged, letting him pull me close again.
“Not even what I want to do to your ass?”
A tiny shudder ran through me at the thought. I’d left it off my list, but anal sex was something I definitely wanted to try, and I really wanted it to be with him.
“So you’re open to me spreading that perfect ass, and ramming my dick into your asshole like a demon? I want to fuck it hard enough that you’ll be screaming when you come.” Oh god. I shuddered again and he chuckled, leaning in to slide his tongue up the column of my throat.
“I’m looking forward to filling your asshole with my cum, and watching it ooze back out of you after. I might be tempted to poke it back inside you as it does.”
This time my answer was a low moan. Stitch groaned and sank his teeth into the skin at the base of my throat, nipping gently.
“Jesus, how the hell am I going to go two days without fucking you? Talking about this stuff has me so fucking hard right now. I’m gonna have the bluest uh... ball... ever in the history of blue balls.”
“I think I can help you with that, husband. We can’t do exactly what’s on the list, but I can still use my mouth to get you off. You’ll just have to stay still while I do it.” Stitch groaned, lifting his head to stare into my eyes.
“How the fuck am I supposed to keep still? I want to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours, and I want to bury my dick deep in your throat, and use your throat like a pussy.”
“Why don’t you keep telling me stuff like that while I blow you? I love the dirty stuff you come out with, husband. I might even let you do some of it to me.”
I pushed him back far enough to drop to my knees in front of him, immediately working on undoing his dark jeans, so I could get to his dick. As soon as it sprung free, I wrapped my hand around it, and Stitch’s hips lurched at me.
“Ah ah ah... no thrusting, remember? You’ll just have to take it.”
Stitch threaded his fingers through my hair, and cupped the back of my head.
“Wrap those sexy lips around my dick, wife. I want to watch you swallow him down, and I want to feel your throat around him.” I followed his instructions, taking him deep into my mouth, using my tongue to tease him on the way in, and then I did my best to open my throat to take him deeper. His low groan, and the way he stepped a tiny bit closer, told me that it felt as good as I hoped.
“Swallow against my hard cock, girl. I want to feel your throat tighten around him, I want to... oh Jesus ... yeah, just like that. Swallow my meat, and taste me. I wish I could thrust and fuck your throat. I want to angle your head back, so I can slam deep into your throat over and over, while you take it, and gag on it. I feel like a bastard for even saying it, but I want to know how it feels to choke you with my cock. To make you gag and retch as it slides so deep it cuts off your air, and... wow, I’m such an asshole.”
I shook my head, easing back off his dick.
“I like it. Keep saying stuff like that, and I’ll let you do all of it. I want this stuff with you, Stitch. What else do you want to do to me?”
Stitch
I wished we’d met before I had the death knell hanging over me. We could have explored every dark and disturbing fucking fantasy together. Hers and mine. We could have explored the perverted things we’d both always wanted, and never had the courage to voice out loud to anyone.
She sucked hard on my dick, and lifted her mouth away again.
“I can’t hear you, husband. Tell me the depths of your depravity. Show me what dark things you want to do to this poor little body of mine.”
Fuck me. I wanted forever with her. Why couldn’t we have forever? Camille wrapped her lips around my cock again, and angled her head again, to take him deeper into her throat. Every time I felt her surround me like that, I felt my knees tremble a little.
“Wife... I have so many fucking things I want to do that I’ve never spoken about before. So many deviant things. I don’t know if I could even mention some of them. I’m ashamed to even think them.”
She made a noise around my dick, which sounded for all the world like the word ‘try’. Hell, I guess I’d already married her, right? So she had to know what she was in for.
“I want to hold you down and fuck you while you’re helpless and trapped, no… more than that, I want to tie you up or tie you to something, so you’re unable to move, or retreat, while I take what I want. I... Jesus... I want to deprive you of your senses, so you’re tied, and completely vulnerable because you can’t see, or hear, or know what’s going to happen, so everything will be a shock to your senses. I want to sneak up on you in the dark, and force my dick inside you when you don’t even know for sure that it’s me. I even want to make you think I’m someone else. I’m a fucking monster.”
She was shaking her head as she swallowed against my dick again, and I felt that familiar tingle in my one remaining ball. A warning that I was close. I was baring my darkest desires to her, and she wasn’t freaking out or calling me out for how sick it was.
She released my dick again, going back to firm stroking, while my orgasm receded slightly, making me groan low and desperate .
“Stitch... nothing you’re saying is freaking me out. In fact, it all sounds so fucking hot that I’m wet as hell right now. I can feel it on my thighs, I’m all slick and horny. I’m pulsing inside with a desperate need to experience the things you’re saying, so don’t go thinking it’s wrong. If it is, then I don’t care. I want it. I want every single dark and depraved thing you want to do to me.”
Fucking hell, she couldn’t be more perfect. They were bad things. Sick things. Things I shouldn’t want. But I only wanted them with her. And only if she agreed to them, and consented to them. If she willingly let me overpower her, and force her. If she chose to let me take her senses and torture her with the unknown.
She sucked my dick back into her mouth, and deepthroated him again, her eyes firmly on me. She wanted me to keep talking, I could tell.
“I want to bend you over, my fist in your hair, as I push my big dick into your tiny asshole. I want to hear you protesting, and feel you struggling against me as I make you take it. As I ream you hard with my dick, and stretch your fucking ass with it. I want to see it gaping and dripping with my cum after. I want to see tears on your cheeks because I was so rough, and you loved it. I want you uncomfortable when you sit down, because you can still feel me inside you even after we’ve finished, and... Ohhhhh... Fuck!”
I felt a ripple of pleasure as I emptied myself down her throat, and she sucked hard, swallowing and humming against him, prolonging my pleasure. My legs weakened, and I felt lightheaded, as I slammed a hand against the wall to keep me standing. Holy fuck... that was epic.
Was it her skill alone, or was it that combined with me finally putting voice to the darker things I wanted to do to a woman, namely her? I’d never hurt a woman, or force a woman, because I’d seen the aftermath of that, and consent was way too important to me to even consider it. But if she wanted to try these things too and agreed them with me in advance, I wanted to live out every single fucking one with her.
Camm y
W e walked to a local pub for dinner, and ordered our food, before sitting at a table in the window, so we could enjoy the last of the evening sun.
“You ordered a vegetarian meal.”
I laughed at the look on my new husband’s face.
“Is that a deal breaker? Are you now rethinking our marriage, because I chose what I fancied, which just happened to be a meatless meal?”
He grimaced. “So you’re not anti-meat or anything? I like my steak bloody.”
“So do I, but the vegetarian lasagne sounded yummy.”
“You’re probably gonna need plenty of iron in your diet, to keep your stamina up. I plan to fuck you a lot before I die.”
Oh god. He was doing it again.
“Stop talking like that! For all we know you’ve got decades left, so stop putting a damn time limit on our life.”
He picked at the label on the beer he held.
“I’m just being realistic. We got married knowing that our time together is limited. No sense in thinking long term, but long term enough that I plan to fuck you at least a hundred times. So you see, we need to get on with it.”
“Your starters.” The poor waitress looked embarrassed as she stood beside us with our sharing platter. The poor woman must have heard at least the last few sentences and clearly wished she hadn’t.
“Thank you. Sorry for whatever you heard.” She blushed again, and Stitch winked at her.
“Don’t mind us, love. We just got married today, and I’m dying, so we don’t really have time to mince our words, see?” She gasped, and I felt tears suddenly burning my eyes.
I lurched up from the seat, and Stitch reached for me.
“Sorry, Jesus, I’m sorry. I’ll shut up, I promise.”
I dodged his hand, and headed for the bathroom, needing a few minutes away from him. On the one hand I didn’t want to waste a minute of our time together, but on the other, he was killing me with these comments.
The door pushed open and I brushed at my eyes, trying not to look like a weeping loser to whoever came in.
“I’m sorry, wifey. I’m such an asshole. I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“Dammit, Stitch, you can’t be in here! What if someone comes in?”
He grabbed me and dragged me into one of the cubicles, shoving the door closed, and twisting the flimsy lock.
“They’ll get to hear us fucking.” He slammed his lips against mine, and slipped his hand down, and up again, under the dress I still wore. He pulled back with a disgusted look on his face.
“Underwear? When the fuck did you put that on?” I shrugged, and pushed at his chest, not managing to move him even an inch.
“Stitch, we can’t do this here. You can’t.”
“Fucking can. Get those off so I can get at that pussy, Camille. I need to be inside you right now. We have ninety nine fucks to go, because I'm counting that epic blow job as the first.”
He lifted the front of my dress and held it in his teeth as he used both hands to shove my underwear down. Then I heard him undoing his jeans.
“Stitch! We can’t do that in here!” Suddenly the smooth head of his dick was rubbing against my clit, and I knew that we were going to do it regardless of the inappropriateness of the place, and the fact that our food was getting cold out there. Despite all of that, or maybe because of it, I was wet enough that one thrust seated him deep inside me, and he barely managed to get his hand over my mouth to quiet me.
“We’re gonna have to fuck fast and quiet, wifey. Don’t get us caught now. They’ll throw us out and we’ll starve. It’ll be all your fault.” Cheeky bastard. I giggled, and he shook his head slowly.
“Such a minx. You gotta stay quiet while you take my cock. Wow... I had no idea we’d consummate our marriage in the toilets of a small country pub, but here we go. The consummation begins now.” He tightened his fingers on my hip, and my dress hid our waists, but I could feel exactly what was happening, as he started ramming me hard.
“Was gonna confiscate your underwear, but now I want you to wear them soaked with our cum, little wife. The proof of our consummation.”
“Sick bastard.” My words were muffled under his hand, but he grinned as if he understood every word. For someone who shouldn’t be indulging in anything so vigorous, he railed me up against that toilet cubicle wall, using his fingers on my clit to send me over the edge into pleasure, just before he let out a long groan and shuddered through his release. His dick twitched inside me as he spurted and filled me with his cum.
“Wow... fuck number two was a bit of a quickie, but don’t worry, I’ll take my time with you later. For now, wife, best get your knickers back on, before my cum dribbles down your legs.”
“You’re definitely a twisted bastard, Stitch. I feel like you held some of this back until you had me bound to you.”
He shrugged, offering me an easy grin.
“I think you love every minute of it.”