For our honeymoon, Charles took me to Maui in Hawaii. We stayed in a gorgeous resort and spent our first few days sunbathing on the private beach. On the third day, Charles had chartered a small boat to take the two of us out for a day of deep-sea fishing.
Charles had put on a pair of baggy swimming trunks, a Hawaiian shirt, and a baseball cap. Under a sarong, I was wearing a pink high-leg bikini. We arrived at the jetty to be met by Brett and Drew, two handsome American boys in their early 20s. Both were well over six feet tall, with blond hair, deep tans, and gym bunny bodies.
I smiled inwardly at their evident appreciation as they introduced themselves to me. This could be very interesting, I mused, watching their eyes drawn to the swell of my 34dd breasts, which the triangle-cut bikini top with super thin ties was doing a very poor job of covering.
We set sail. On the journey out to the fishing ground, we chatted and got to know the two boys. Both were college students, working in Maui for the summer to help pay their way through their studies. They described themselves as jocks, which made sense of their sculpted abs and muscular arms.
Charles, who had played at a decent level at school and university, talked at length with them about sport, which clearly interested the two young men. What also clearly interested them was my toned body, long blond hair, and English rose looks. Whilst they discussed the various merits of English and American sports with my husband, Brett and Drew shot a series of glances in my direction.
Slipping off the sarong, I turned and took the few paces to the edge of the open cockpit. Slowly and very deliberately, I bent over to place it into my bag. Sensing I had their full, if surreptitious, attention, I remained in that position for much longer than was strictly necessary; affording them a prolonged view of my pert little bum and long, shapely legs. Standing and turning around to face them, I pushed my boobs out, and gave them a knowing smile whilst rejoining the group.
Charles was an accomplished fisherman, having fly-fished since childhood. I was less competent, which gave me an excuse to ask Brett for help, which he gladly provided. Standing close behind me, he placed his hands on my mine, and guided my casting action; his breath warm on my neck, as he lent forward to reel the line slowly back in each time. In response, I pushed my tight bum back slightly against his trunks, gently shifting against his crotch. His cock stirred in response, whilst he talked me through the fishing technique as if nothing was happening.
With his assistance, and to my surprise, I managed to land a fish. Much applause and congratulations followed. Delighted, I bounced up and down, my hands above my head, my boobs jiggling and almost freeing themselves from the triangle-cut top. Brett and Drew could barely drag their eyes from my undulating mounds of flesh, which was precisely the intended effect.
The next day was spent on the beach. That evening, we had arranged to meet one of Charles’s work colleagues from New York. Over dinner, they agreed to play a round of golf the next day. I feigned resignation when asked if I minded; and when I sighed and suggested I might repeat the fishing experience, Charles agreed with enthusiasm. Smiling, I left them to talk work, and went to book Brett and Drew’s services.
Early the next day, in preparation for my trip on the boat, I went to buy a new bikini. It was purple and blue hand-beaded onto a white cotton crochet foundation. The top was comprised of micro triangles, with ties at the neck and back, that revealed almost all of my ample boobs. The bottom was a g-string, with side ties, that barely covered my shaven mound, and displayed the round firm cheeks of my bum. Concealing the bikini in a sarong and blue linen shirt, I saw my new husband off to the golf club and then wandered down to the jetty. Brett and Drew greeted me with smiles and appraising looks and invited me aboard.
“Do you mind if I sunbathe whilst we sail out,” I smiled, moving to the front deck, where I would be in full view to them. Slipping off the shirt and sarong, I bent over to lay the towel out; again, taking far longer than necessary, and presenting them with a prolonged view of my rear, into which the g-string had retreated.
My lightly tanned body scarcely concealed in the white micro bikini, I stretched out on the deck, arching my back slightly to accentuate my large breasts. Taking some suntan lotion, and knowing I had their full attention, I slowly and sensually rubbed it into my boobs and flat tummy. Pushing my knees out so that my thighs formed a V, I ran my hands down my inner thighs. Then, my full red lips parted slightly in arousal, I slowly and deliberately lingered on the gap between my legs, before finally straightening and lying in the sun.
A little while later, the boys called out to let me know we had reached our destination. I raised myself and walked around to the cockpit, where the two of them stood. “So,” I murmured, eyeing them from behind my sunglasses, and running perfectly manicured, red-painted, fingernails across both of their crotches, “is fishing about the size of the rod, or how skilled you are in using it?”
“I guess we’re not talking about fishing, ma’am,” Drew replied, his eyes on my boobs, and his manhood growing slowly in his trunks.
“Oh, Drew,” I sighed, running my index finger lightly along his stiffening member, “I really do hope your cock is bigger than your brain.” Placing a hand on his shoulder, I pressed myself against his muscular torso and kissed him. As my tongue played with his, I released his straining length from the confines of his trunks. and continued to tease it with my fingernails. He groaned; his hands grabbing at the cheeks of my bum.
Brett, meanwhile, had closed behind me and, cupping my boobs, was kissing my neck. Playing with my hardening nipples, he ran the other hand down over my taut stomach and between my legs. I moaned slightly, my tongue pushing deeper into his friend’s mouth, sandwiched between the two young men as they touched me.
Releasing from the kiss, I pushed them away gently. Then, dropping to my knees, I reached up and released Brett’s manhood from his trunks, so that both cocks stood proud before me. Kneeling before the two handsome, muscular, and clearly aroused young men, I raised my hand and examined the bright new wedding band that sat below the diamonds of my engagement ring. “Less than a week ago, my husband put this on my finger,” I murmured, looking up at them with mock innocence, “and now, I am on my knees in front of two American college boys, about to suck their cocks.”
Reaching out to place a delicate hand around each of their members, I wrapped my fingers around the thick girths waving in front of my face. “I am a very bad wife. And bad wives deserve to be punished,” I suggested, beginning to work my hands up and down their throbbing lengths.
“Will you punish me,” I asked, wanking them slowly, as they nodded in response. “No one can see us out here; and no one will hear me scream when you use me in any way you want,” I pouted, before taking Drew’s cock into my mouth, whilst stroking Brett’s with a hand adorned by that brand-new wedding ring.
Taking each in turn deep into my mouth, I alternated between the two cocks. “I wonder if the rich dude knows his classy bride loves sucking dick.” Drew laughed to his friend, watching me slather on his meat.