ScarJo's Wedding Night

Ultimately, Scarlett even took her lips off me and opened her mouth, breathing normally again. Needing to keep from just shoving myself in there, I settled for rubbing my head over her lips.

All she did was lightly peck my head, look up and smile, in a way that both warmed my heart and made me want to fuck her lights out. Only Scarlett could do that.

Now for the fuck her lights out part....

Once Scarlett's lips went around me again, I drove the rest of my shaft in and kept shoving in and out. She kept up by putting her hand on the bottom of my staff, sucking whenever she could. When her tongue came onto my underside, I felt just about ready.

We both groaned, although her groans were muffled on me, which only made me groan and fuck harder. I held onto Scarlett's hair again and just kept pumping and pumping, until Scarlett forced her mouth off me.

Fortunately, she jacked me off too fast and too hard to make me upset. Plus her mouth was open and right over my head, breathing on me and pushing me to madness. Finally, her tongue dabbed my slit and her lips closed around my head, just in the nick of time.

My hips thrust forward and stayed frozen as I shot stream after stream of cum into her mouth. Eventually, Scarlett pulled her mouth away and had to swallow a bit before catching my next few spurts. Some did only get on her lips and just above her chin, but most landed in her open mouth.

I stayed upright, if only to see her swallow down what I gave her. When I saw her do it, I had no reason to pretend I could stay on my feet anymore.

At long last, I got myself back on the bed, lying on my side. Maybe if I got comfortable for a moment, I could get my energy back and get ready to actually fuck my wife. Scarlett came over and laid next to me without a word, so I decided I'd save my strength and talk later.

The next thing I knew, my eyes suddenly opened -- and Scarlett was completely gone.

I cursed a bit in French, at myself for sleeping and at myself for letting Scarlett out of my sight. I made myself get back up and look around the room, but she was nowhere. I took my cell phone and dialed her up, but she didn't answer back even after I left three messages.

Was this Scarlett punishing me for falling asleep? She was right there, so why didn't she wake me? Didn't she want to wake up so we could fuck for real? Did she even want to now? Or were those two preliminary orgasms enough for her? Should that make me pleased at myself or pissed?

I asked these questions to myself for what seemed like forever, but it took about a half hour. I even forgot to put on clothes again, perhaps in some desperate attempt to cling to the mood. It was only 1 a.m. anyway, so there still could have been a lot of time. Assuming I wasn't the only one in the mood anymore.

Well, I did get to shoot in her mouth, and on her tits. Two out of four desired places wasn't bad. Who's to say she didn't drain me too much to go further anyway? If anyone could, it was Scarlett -- but if anyone could take even more loads out of me, it was Scarlett.

If she wanted to.

At that moment, I was relieved to hear my cell phone ring, even before I saw Scarlett's name.

"Hey, honey," Scarlett said when I answered, as if nothing was weird. Now my relief turned to annoyance.

"Where are you hey honeying from? And why?" I asked as nicely as I could.

"I'm at the beach. I got myself cleaned up there," Scarlett said, only barely clearing up my confusion.

"Don't we have showers in our room for that?" I asked rhetorically.

"I didn't want to wake you. You were out cold and I know I made you need some rest," Scarlett explained. "Since it was still early, I figured I'd take a walk outside and get myself revved back up too. This way I wouldn't disturb you or anything."

"And what about the cleaning up part?" I needed to know before I officially felt stupid.

"The beach was quiet and deserted enough. I figured I'd take a little swim," Scarlett stated. "No one stole my clothes and robes on the beach, and the dip really made me feel good as new. Not that you don't already."

"Can we go back to your clothes on the beach?" I got fixated on. "Are....are you trying to tell me you swam in the ocean? Naked?"

"Uh huh," Scarlett replied without breaking her even tone. "Trust me, if there were paparazzi there getting a peek, I would know. But it's all good."

"You're sure?" I asked with trepidation. I did not want to see the Internet flooded with naked Scarlett pictures when I got home. This made me the only man on Earth outside of her birth family with that opinion, probably.

"Perfectly. Would I have swam around naked, and masturbated no less, if I wasn't? Who do you take me for?" Scarlett asked, before my brain short circuited.

"What? You did what?" I asked in shock. "Why would you....are you sure no one heard you just now?" I scrambled to ask a real question.

"Relax, I'm all hidden away out here. And I was hidden away out there too," Scarlett assured. "I know I should have asked you to come with me, even if you were tired. But by going in there naked and imagining you were there....it made up for it for a while."

I started to feel flattered, then I felt something else when she added, "And it's not like I needed to watch where I came in the ocean. It should dissolve by the time kids get there."

"You really came?" I checked again, a little disappointed that she couldn't wait for me -- and yet still turned on.

"How could I not?" Scarlett asked. "All that warm water around my naked body.....thinking of your naked body around me too....how wet I was even before I imagined your fingers in me....before I put mine in me....it was a perfect storm. Even in clear weather."

The weather felt different at this moment, as her voice got more carried away -- and even more seductive. "I could have even dived below and sucked your cock for a while, and no one would see. I know it would have felt extra sensitive in there....and you would have had it extra ready by then. Probably would have felt it spraying all over me, even in the ocean...."

My thighs clenched together as the area between them got harder and hotter. Scarlett also sounded hotter as she asked, "You wish you could spray it on me now, huh?"

"Always," I got out. "Does that make you want to get back faster?"

"Uh huh," Scarlett moaned. "But I did just cum a few minutes ago. I need to get myself warmed up before I see you. It's only fair." I only heard breathing for a few moments, then she continued, "No paparazzi here either. Between that and only wearing a wet bra, panties and a robe....this should be easy."

Maybe for her. On this end, being so close to this apparent show and yet so far away, it felt anything but easy. Perhaps because my free hand wasn't where it really wanted to be right now. But until I heard her mastur --

Yep, those were the sounds, all right. That was the right "Mmmm...." and there was the quiet little "Fuck" too. She then said more out loud, but not too loud, "You even wearing anything, baby?"

"Last I checked, no," I admitted.

"Oh....I really left you hanging, didn't I?" Scarlett asked, sounding sorry -- in both a sincere and naughty way. "I'm sorry....you go ahead and make yourself feel better. I know I am."

That was music to my hand's ears as it grabbed my cock, making me moan right into the phone. I felt embarrassed for a second, but when Scarlett moaned right back, I lost my ability to feel shame. I was a little quieter with my next several pumps -- albeit not completely.

"This is crazy," I spoke up. "We're supposed to have real sex in here.....and we're having phone sex instead! How did this happen?"

"You fell asleep, not me," Scarlett reminded. "You left me hanging. I had to find other ways to get me off. At least I did it thinking of you."

"You were, now?" I made absolutely sure.

"Uh huh," Scarlett called. "You already fuck me so hard and deep on land. I'll bet you'd give me quite a show in the water."

"Maybe we should try that tomorrow night," I offered, stroking myself anew.

"Let's not wait till then to try things," Scarlett urged, as her moaning picked up.

"I never want to wait. Not with you," I admitted. "Not with that body. Those tits, that ass, that pussy, those legs, that face....didn't I make that clear tonight?"

"Mmm....only with some of those things," Scarlett cooed. "My pussy and ass felt so left out...."

"Get back here and that'll change," I promised. "I'll fill them up so deep.....deeper than your fingers."

"Yeah....I know how much that hard, fat cock can fill me. How do you think I came so hard back here?" Scarlett asked me.

"The same way I cum so hard for that tight little pussy. And that big, beautiful, tasty ass...." I got carried away to confess. "I'm leaking just thinking about it."

"Me too," Scarlett said. "You gonna do more than leak? You gonna cover that whole room in cum just by thinking about me?"

"You covered the whole ocean with cum for me, right? Seems fair," I proposed as my hand got faster.

"I don't wanna cum on the ocean. I wanna cum all over you," Scarlett gave a breathy whisper. "You ready to cum all over me?"

"God, fuck yes," I exhaled.

"Good.....then put your cock down until I get there," Scarlett's voice turned bossier. "Don't you touch it, or I'll have to cum in bathtub water when I get back. See you then," she announced, hanging up and leaving me in limbo.

She probably had a point. If I touched myself much longer, I would likely finish before she got back. After all this, I doubted I had another load in me before sunrise. I only got this close for a third time because of Scarlett's second great voiceover of 2014.

Since she was supposedly at the beach, and since she sounded close too, I expected she'd be back in just a few minutes. Then all of this would be moot.

It wasn't moot after two minutes. Or five. Or ten. Ten long fucking minutes without touching myself, after Scarlett got me so close. After I expected to cum all over her eight minutes ago.

Maybe it was safe to touch myself now. One little tug wouldn't set me off at this point.

Yet when Scarlett opened the door at that split second, I never got to find out.

"Hey, honey. How it's going?" Scarlett asked casually, as if we hadn't been....talking over the phone. As if she wasn't wearing another white robe, only tied up this time. As if she didn't put down her purse and untie her robe then and there to reveal....nothing underneath at all.

Yet instead of tending to my once again growing problem, she picked up her purse --where her bra and panties obviously were -- and went over to the dining table. She set the purse on a chair, bending down with her tight little pussy and big, beautiful, tasty ass facing me.

Before I went for a closer look, Scarlett turned around and said, "Hold on one more minute." Then she made her way past me and to the bathroom.

"What the fuck?" I cursed in French. I knew she knew enough of it to get the question, yet she didn't turn around. In fact, I heard her playing around with the knobs in the bathtub.

Even if she had psychic powers to see me almost jacking off, she had to know I didn't! So what the fuck was this? Did I have to ask in English to get a straight answer? After all this teasing and almost phone sex, why did I even have to ask the question?!

"Forgot my hairbrush," Scarlett interrupted me, turning off the bath and walking by me without a care in the world to her purse. She got out her brush and was on her way past me again -- until I snapped and took her wrist.

It took everything I had to remember what thin ice I could be on, if I didn't calm the fuck down. Scarlett was torturing me, but I was the one who could really ruin this honeymoon, and so many other things. If I just....

Then Scarlett smiled.

Then her hand reached out to take mine, and put it between her legs. Then I finally got the game.

Then I decided that since I had permission to touch her now.....I would really touch her.

Like she said, her pussy and ass had been neglected before I fell asleep. And the way she bent over earlier gave me....too many ideas.

I should have brought her to the bed and bent her over right there. Since I was too impatient and hungry, I merely spun Scarlett around, got on my knees behind her and dug right in.

My hands grabbed her hips while my mouth and tongue were right below her ass, tonguing and nibbling on her pussy. I knew that was just the appetizer, though. Once that tight little pussy quenched my initial thrust, my tongue slid up to start working her big, beautiful ass.

Practically motorboating her perfect cheeks, I rapidly licked her hole and got it nice and wet. I dipped back down to her pussy to collect more of those juices, then licked back up to lube her ass further. After a few more licks, a few squeezes and a few Scarlett moans, I was ready to make her more comfortable.

When I got back up, Scarlett didn't even wait for me to drag her to the bed. She marched over, laid her stomach and upper body on the left of the bed, and waited for me all over again.

This time I was completely awake. And aware enough that I needed lube. Yet when I saw that pesky water bottle still on the ground -- with water still in it -- I lost my patience again.

I took the bottle and poured just enough on my cock to cool me off, and to get me wet. It was faster and it made total sense to me, after her own wet and wild ordeal. Before it wore off, I rushed to Scarlett, bent down and gave her a last little dab too.

Now that we were both more than wet, I inched my way into my wife's lower body for the first time. To help her ass adjust, I gave her pussy a finger's worth of attention too. It got up to two by the time my whole head got in her.

I hadn't completely lost control by then. It took a few pumps, Scarlett's moans, and the way her full ass arched back for me to do that.

The rest of it was a near total blur, although I should have taken it in more. Rest assured, Scarlett still took it all in.

What I did register was her bucking back against me, her groaning and then yelling my name, her grabbing the sheets to hold on, and the way her ass wouldn't stop jiggling. Otherwise, I went faster and faster without any thought.

Somehow, I did think to lie my body completely on top of hers as I neared the finish. My hands grabbed Scarlett's shoulders and squeezed as she threw her head back to face me. "OH, fuck! Fill my fucking asshole!" Scarlett commanded.

Without question, or even putting my hands on her pussy, I obeyed. I kept filling her over and over with my cock, until it made something else fill her instead. Once I exploded, I went limp on her back, as I would have crushed her if I was in worse shape.

Still, enough blood finally went back into my brain for me to roll off her. Scarlett followed me anyway, lying on her back on my stomach. I lifted my arms to wrap them around her waist, keeping her against me while I snapped out of my haze.

"You need to take naps more often," Scarlett joked, in spite of how torn up she was down below. I didn't know if she came yet.

"I might be way ahead of you soon," I warned, exhaustion starting to claim me.

"You should cool off first. Maybe that water will do some good after all," Scarlett proposed. After lying against me for a minute more, she was able to get up and test it.

I saw Scarlett get back in the bathroom and turn the bath back on, then laid back and listened to the water. To further pass the time, I glanced at my thoroughly drained, likely dirty cock, then at the ceiling, then at Scarlett's ass getting fucked when I closed my eyes.

That wouldn't be a bad way to lull me into sleep. However, present day Scarlett had other plans, starting with smacking me on the chest to open my eyes.

"Come on, get in," she requested, standing over me and still naked. From that angle, I was in no position to turn her down, flaccid penis or not.

I got on my feet and dragged myself to the bathroom, where the tub was about 80-90 percent full. That was enough for Scarlett to turn off the spigot, gesturing for me to go in first. With some skepticism, I made my way inside.

After sinking into the water, I laid back and rested my head. Although the bed was more comfy, there was something to be said about resting like this. Now that I didn't really need a cold shower, a warm bath was much more soothing.

Especially when Scarlett stepped in, turned her back to me and then slowly settled onto my lap.

I was nowhere near hard and I didn't know if she still needed release. But on that note, I had another question. "Did you really get off in the ocean? Or was that part of the game?" I had to know.

"You really thought I would cum before you," Scarlett accused, but did it lightly. "What kind of wife do you take me for?"

"I've taken you a lot of ways already," I deflected. Scarlett rolled her eyes and leaned back on me, as my hands settled on her body.

"I did swim in there naked, that was true," Scarlett confirmed. "But I saved touching myself until I got you on the phone. By then I was so worked up, you barely had to finger me to make me cum."

"Sorry anyway," I covered my tracks.

"It's all right. You did some things right," Scarlett praised, pushing her ass onto my limp cock. Fortunately, I was still satiated enough to find that funny.

We just laid there in the water, likely both tempted to go to sleep there. Sleeping in a bathtub would probably get uncomfortable after a while, though. So I stayed awake by caressing and rubbing Scarlett under the water, as my hands held her wet boobs and stroked up and down her stomach.

Scarlett leaned on me, putting her hands on my legs and rubbing them slowly. Her ass grinded on my groin again, but it was nice and relaxing instead of making me crazy. The same went for the rest of Scarlett now.

She turned her head to me, gently kissing me while my hands went lower on her. By default, I felt hotter from her lips rubbing mine and her ass wiggling on me. Nevertheless, I was in no hurry, especially since I didn't know what we could pull off in here -- due to the location and how spent we both were.

But in case Scarlett wasn't as spent as me....and in case she told the truth about not fingering herself in the ocean....

My right hand drifted below her legs, tracing her pussy lips before she could say anything. Before she said anything else, my left hand went up to her chest. Her wet breasts were putty in that hand, just as her pussy was in the other.

For her part, Scarlett arched her hips forward to meet my hand, then arched back on my own groin. She worked my fingers and brushed my cock, all while her head laid on my right shoulder. As she relaxed and groaned, my hands worked faster and her hips responded the same way.

Mine pushed up themselves, meeting the backwards thrusts of her ass. The water began to slosh around as we moved faster, although none of it splashed over yet. Regardless, Scarlett got louder and faster riding on my fingers, with my attention to her chest and ass helping too.

When I felt myself getting bigger, Scarlett maneuvered her ass so that she could rest her crack right on my cock. She virtually massaged it down there, as I inserted a second finger to massage her back. Could I dare to dream for a four-peat?

Yet it was selfish to dream of a fourth orgasm, while Scarlett's pussy hadn't been filled once -- not fully. Even a third finger wouldn't quite do. "Turn around, baby," I asked her, before I spent too much time between her cheeks and changed my mind.

"Oh, here we go...." Scarlett got the idea. Turning herself around, I sat up so she could wrap her legs around me and settle in my lap. Once we were set, I crossed off the last milestone of the night -- inserting myself in my wife's pussy.