Kelli Lemberg: The Honeymoon Part 2

Paul and I hardly spoke the day after I got him with his pants around his ankles. I had sobbed quietly to myself alone in bed and then pretended to be asleep when he finally came out of the bathroom. He didn't say a word to me or touch me; he just crawled into the other side of the bed and was snoring within minutes.

The next day we started on our cruise. I was feeling nauseated because of the pregnancy and immediately knew that being on a ship wasn't going to help any. I spent the first day or two in the cabin, heaving. That didn't stop Paul, though. He was out basking in the sunshine next to the pool, sipping on cocktails all day long.

When he did finally come back to the cabin, he started telling me all about some new friends he’d met.

“Kelli, you gotta meet Steve and Lauren”, he said.  “They’re incredible. We’re having so much fun. Wanna join us for dinner tonight?”

I didn't, but I was sick of sitting around feeling ill, so I agreed to venture out.

Lauren was a sleek blonde, with bright blue eyes and breasts that were obviously not her natural size. They were gigantic. I disliked her immediately. It wasn't her looks – I wasn't that shallow – it was the way she moved, like every gesture was a calculated seduction. I also didn't like the way she fawned all over Paul. I could tell right away that she was going to be trouble.

Her husband, Steve, was not much better. He was slick and smooth, with the classic personality of a politician. He started flattering me the second he met me.

“Oh, Paul didn't tell us you were hot”, he commented, while holding my hand for just a little too long.

“Oh? How surprising.” I tried to sound cool and distant.

Then Lauren sidled up to me too. “No, he sure didn't”, she giggled, and then she laid her hand on my arm. I was startled at the familiarity.

Steve laughed, and then murmured something in Lauren’s ear. I couldn't quite hear what it was.

I didn't feel very comfortable, physically or emotionally. Paul seemed unnaturally close with this couple, somehow. What is going on?

As the evening progressed, all three of them drank heavily. Obviously, I stuck to soda water with lemon. Being sober, I could see how things were progressing. Lauren laughed, batted her eyelashes, and flipped her hair back and forth over her shoulder constantly.  She was wearing a strapless top and as the night went on, it slipped further and further down, showing most of her cleavage. It was also obvious that she wasn't wearing any bra; her nipples were clearly outlined. I could tell from how both men looked at her that she was arousing them. At one point, she placed her hand on Paul’s knee, and leaned in close to him, talking in a low tone while her hair fell forward and hid them both from view. I could see Paul’s erection, his cock stiffening, and the sight made me feel sick again.

I was about to excuse myself when I looked up and saw Steve staring at me. He was smiling, and there was an invitation in his smile. When I met his eye he turned, looked at Lauren’s hand, stroking Paul’s leg, and then back to me.

I didn't know what was happening, or didn't want to admit it to myself.

“Excuse me, I’m…I’m really not feeling well. I’m going to go back to the cabin.”

I stood up, and waited for a moment. Steve kept staring, and then looked away finally, with a bored expression. As for Paul? He didn't even look up, or notice I was gone.

I went back to the cabin and cried into my pillow again. Paul did come home that night, but not until 4am.

The next night, he didn't come home at all.

What MORE does Kelli learn about Paul on their honeymoon cruise? Part 3 coming soon…

READ THE FINALE OF HONEYMOON PART 3 IN JAKE'S CHRONICLES MAY 2014 ISSUE

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Kelli Lemberg: The Honeymoon Part 1

I remember it like it was yesterday. Paul and I had rushed through the wedding, due to my pregnancy. A woman’s wedding day is supposed to feel special and exciting, but there was none of that for me.

Also, Paul was beginning to show his true colors; he spoke harshly to me many times throughout the wedding-planning process and seemed to have no interest whatsoever in anything that I suggested. I was devastated; deep down, I knew that this was the real him. Being so young, though, I didn't feel that I had any other option but to marry him, especially with the pressure coming from our parents.

In any case, the marriage day itself passed in a blur. I remember walking up the aisle to Paul and instead of feeling happiness, feeling a heavy knot in the pit of my stomach. I remember my family members looking at me condescendingly and staring at my stomach. It was not a day of joy; it was a day of faint humiliation.

However, my family had grouped together and decided that we needed to have a honeymoon. They decided to send us on a week-long cruise to Antigua, in the Caribbean.  I felt like the time together would bring Paul and me closer; how could it not? We were going to have a family together, after all.

The night before the cruise started we spent our wedding night in a hotel. Even though we had a shotgun wedding prior, I still wanted the experience to be special, so I bought some beautiful white lingerie and set up candles all around the room, along with a bottle of wine for us.

Like much of what would follow in our marriage, it was a huge disappointment. We arrived at the room late in the evening, and both of us were exhausted. But I gathered up my strength and asked Paul to take a shower. My plan was to set up the room while he was there.

Paul agreed. He went into the bathroom and shut the door. However as he walked in, I noticed that he was carrying something. It looked like a magazine. He was holding it in a strange way, almost as if he were hiding it from me. After he closed the door to the bathroom, I heard the water start running.

My head was spinning. What the fuck did he take to the bathroom with him?  I had a crazy, nagging suspicion that I knew, but I could accept it.

The water continued to run, a steady uninterrupted stream. I intuited that he hadn't even gotten into the shower yet.  Finally, I couldn't take the curiosity and suspicion any more.

“Paul, honey? Sorry, but I need to grab something quickly.”  Before he had a chance to answer I opened the bathroom door, quickly.

There was my husband of just a few hours, sitting on the toilet. He was holding his swollen dick in his hand, stroking it rapidly. The strained, flushed expression on his face made it obvious that he was only a short time away from cumming.

In his hand was a porn magazine.  My new husband wasn't getting ready for our wedding night; he was jerking off to porn!

I was completely shocked, and simply slammed the door shut. What the fuck? WHAT THE FUCK?

I stumbled to the bed and sat there, staring down at my hands. So much for our wedding night. Paul hadn't even stopped when he saw my look of horror; he just kept going. This was the man I had married.

There was something else that was niggling at my mind. That porn mag…why did he need that? 

The next day, we began our cruise.

What does Kelli learn about Paul on their honeymoon cruise? Part 2 coming soon…

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Jake Furie Lapin: Sweet Revenge Part 2

In contrast to our first date, two years ago, Nina arrived on time to Sushi Yamu. I, however, did not. I deliberately kept her waiting for a solid 20 minutes before strolling in, without apology.

She was sitting at a little corner table and sprang up immediately. “Oh, hi, Jake!” she said, smiling widely and far too eagerly. She was wearing a tiny little red sparkly mini dress made of stretchy material that clung to every curve, along with some platform stilettos. Almost nothing about her figure was left to the imagination. I had to admit, she did have a smoking hot body. Looking at her large, luscious breasts popping out of her dress, I felt my cock stiffen a little in anticipation of what I was going to do to her. But I couldn't forget the way that she had treated me in the past. She would feel the sting of my anger before the night was over.

We ordered food and Nina proceeded to flirt outrageously, telling suggestive sexual jokes and running her hand over my arm whenever she had the chance.  The waiter came and took our order, 4 pieces of sashimi salmon, and 2 pieces of sashimi tuna, 2 double shots of cold saki.  I told him we are probably going to be in a hurry, if he can rush the order.  The food and drinks came almost immediately, as I was a regular there.  I knew she loved the raw meat, as did I, and we pounded down the saki quickly  .About half an hour into the meal, I noticed that she had slipped off one of her heels and was rubbing her bare foot up and down my calf. I simply moved my leg and pretended not to notice.

I could tell that the cold shoulder treatment was really getting to her; she started to become more and more desperate as we finished and I called for the bill.

“Jake…I really have to tell you something.”, she said. She leaned forward, her black curls brushing her face and her cleavage opening up almost down to her navel.

“Oh, what is that?”  I leaned back, with my arm stretched casually along the chair next to me.

“Well, I probably should say this, but ever since I saw you in the bar…I, well, I just haven’t wanted to fuck a guy so badly in months. Years, maybe. I just thought you should know.”

I kept my face passive, staring firmly but happily into her eyes. “Oh? Huh. That’s interesting. What makes me so fuckable, then?”, knowing how shallow she really was.

She giggled. “I’m not even sure. I mean, it could be your face and body. You are definitely hot. But I think it’s more of how you carry yourself. You’re so damn confident! It just makes me want to slide my hands inside your pants to see what I’ll find, honestly.”

“Hmmm. Well, do you want to get out of here?” I realized that it was time for Nina’s schooling to begin.

“Hell, yeah!”

We went outside and Nina practically threw herself into my arms once we hit the parking lot. I led her over to my car and pressed her up against it, holding her wrists tightly over her head in one hand while I ran the other up and down her body, kneading and massaging those curves. She began moaning loudly, and squirming against me. I thrust my hand up inside her mini dress and as I expected, she wasn’t wearing any panties. She was clean-shaven, and already soaking wet. While still holding her wrists in one hand, I immediately put three fingers of the other hand deep inside her dripping pussy and then slowly finger-fucked her for just a minute or two, enough to make her moan louder, gasp and start quivering slightly. When she started to buck against my hand, I pulled my fingers out, very slowly and deliberately, and while keeping constant eye contact, I put them in my own mouth and sucked off her juices. She tasted hot and ready. Then I pushed the same fingers in her mouth and she sucked off the remnants of her own pussy juice. The feeling of her mouth sucking my fingers made my cock throb. I would need to fuck her, soon.

She was so excited by this that she could barely talk, but she managed to gasp, “Where are you going to take me?”

I laughed, and reached into her dress to pinch one of her nipples. She had enormous nipples, round and firm like cherries.

“Oh, I’m not taking you anywhere, Nina. I’m going to have my way with you right here. Now get in the back of the car.”

It’s only just begun…what will the rest of the night bring with Jake and Nina?

READ THE FINALE OF REVENGE PART 3 IN JAKE'S CHRONICLES MAY 2014 ISSUE

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