Married fact number one, my wife snores in her sleep. Not a cute snuffling sound but a raucous one followed by a little bit of drool coming from her side mouth. It’s endearing and would probably take a little getting used to considering she currently rested her head on my shoulder. The drive took us nearly twice as long due to an accident on the highway. Dinner was a late rushed affair in a small café and once we got to our room Piper laid down on the bed citing a headache. Before I could offer her a pain pill or help her out of her dress she was dead to the world my beautiful bride. With the sheet kicked off her legs, her sundress rode high exposing her thighs and her loose hair tangled in sheets. No hope for consummating this marriage yet. I wasn’t rushing things but I wouldn’t have minded a little hands on time either. It was as if Piper shut down from the moment we said, I do. We were adults, we made our bed, and I had hoped she would have been more enthusiastic by the prospect of doing more than sleeping in it.

I shifted in the bed when my cellphone vibrated. Picking it up I check the text from Beck.

Beck: I dropped off the paperwork. All copies.

Me: Thanks, I owe you one.

Beck: I know, I’m going to start with the sister.

Me: What?

Beck: We can talk when I get back. Go sleep with you wife.

Me: Plan on it.

I didn’t realize the hold this had been having on me until I let out a deep breath. I was definitely going to ask Beck what his deal was with Johanna later.

“Mmm.” I turn back to Piper who is stirring from sleep rubbing her eyes and digging her face into the pillow deeper.

“Good Morning, wife.” I lean in propped up on an elbow. My hand rests in the center of her back where her spine gracefully dips down in a sexy curve. My hand travels lower until my palm cups her firm ass.

“Milo?” Her head pops up cute and disheveled a bit like a prairie dog when I scrunch the fabric of her dress up lifting it high exposing the dimple between her upper back thigh and the scalloped edging of lace underwear. My finger makes a casual sweep under the line of her panties and I groan feeling soft seductive skin.

“Yes, darling?” She’s totally awake and I test her by inching my finger higher under her panty line and tugging them down.

“You didn’t sleep here, did you?”

“As in this bed with my adoring wife?” Her eyes narrow suspiciously. “Yes, I did, and I took thorough advantage of you as well.”

The top half of her body pops up and rolls over.

“What?” I should have been insulted by her shriek but I let it go. It wasn’t as if she was a virgin or anything. I didn’t even touch her, much. Sue me for snuggling her warm little body and keeping my mostly hands to myself.

“Relax, Piper. I’ve still got my pants on. The air conditioning was cold and I fell asleep next to you. I don’t assault sleeping women.”

“Uh huh.” She continues rolling over to the side of the bed giving me her back.

“Hungry?”

“Yeah, I’m going to get a shower. I’m sure I’ll feel better afterwards.”

“I hope so. We have a whole day to explore and the sun is shining.” I watch her walk into the ensuite bathroom shutting me out with the closed door. So much for the start of the rest of our lives.

Piper emerges twenty minutes later freshly showered and shyly smiling.

“Hey.” She plops onto the bed next to me where I’m reading through the paper. My stomach is growling and coffee only goes so far.

“Hey, feeling better?” I ask. I actually do care about her well being. I was perhaps a bit of a caveman thinking we could jump into things.

“Yeah. Sorry about before.” She waves her hand in the air which I guess signifies the before part.

“Can I share a secret with you?”

Piper’s eye raise and I lean in.

“I’ve never been married before either.” She laughs which was what I was hoping for.

“Filled our quota on weirdness haven’t we?”

“That we have, dear wife.”

“What are we going to do today?”

“How do you feel about swimming?”

“I love it.”

“Great put your suit on.” I toss her bag to her while I duck into the bathroom this time. I change into board shorts and a t-shirt. Beach day with my wife is going to be a good day.

We leave our room and walk to the beach about a block away. The sun is shining and its hotter than usual reaching into the mid 90s. Seeing Piper in a pale pink bathing suit against her skin does things to my mind that make me question bringing her to the beach. We set up in the sand not too far from the water and watch kids play along the edge. Families crowd the beach, it’s not terribly private but I think anything else would have had Piper running to the car and trying to get back to Baltimore as quickly as possible.

“Sunscreen?” Piper picks out a bottle from the bag and opens it up.

“Please.” I reach for it but she holds back smiling.

“I think you’ll miss a spot on your back.” She waves at me to turn for her and I do. Heck, I’d do anything she asked of me right now.

“Oh yeah?” I say over my shoulder.

“I’ll help you out with that.” I feel the cool cream being rubbed into my back and I forget that Piper is a physical trainer and former ballet dancer. She knows all the good spots to rub out and a few I probably haven’t thought of. Her hands dig deep spreading the sun screen over my back.

“Thank you wife.”

“Your moans are a little graphic for a public beach don’t you think?” She teases.

“Turn around and let me do you. Ah, your sunscreen I mean.” I take the bottle from Piper and smooth it over her shoulders careful to not make our display to erotic in front of families and kids playing volleyball on the beach. Now I was wishing we went somewhere more private and exotic instead of a semi-local beach town bustling with summer tourist. Next summer I muse, next summer I’ll take her to a beach in France, Portugal, anywhere in the world.

“Didn’t you promise me swimming, doctor?” Piper gets up offering me her hand.

“I did. Race you to the water?” She takes off and I struggle from having my ass on the towel. I catch her and pull her with me laughing into the water. It feels natural like this. No pressure. Fun.

“Milo.” I love her breathless voice.

We wade out deeper into the salt water, my hands on her waist to keep her close. I can stand in the sand but she can barely wade the water where we are without difficulty.

“Put your legs around me.”

“Here? Right here?” She scans the beach. We’re the only ones out this far and no surfers are nearby.

“Yes. Here. Come on.” I taunt her until I get what I want–her lean legs wrapped around my body squeezing me.

My hands cup her bottom lifting her against me. My dick is solid between us and not even the cool water is alleviating my raging hard on.

“Milo, we cannot have sex out here on a public beach.” Piper scolds me but I can tell she’s into this. Her hips are writhing against me.

“I want to feel you. Every time we get alone you seem to shut down on me.”

“I don’t think exhibitionism is going to do it for me either.”

“Pip, people see what they want to see and what they’ll see is a happy couple kissing in the ocean.” My hands linger over her body adjusting her.

“When you said you were holding out I thought you meant a bed with roses and candlelight.”

“Is that what you want?” I will stop everything right now and give her exactly that. I already arranged for the hotel to have our room done up for later incase my version of afternoon delight didn’t pan out here.

“I don’t know.” She rests her arms around my neck, her lips puffy and wet.

“Can we start with a kiss?” I ask her brushing back hair from her face. I turn her away from the beach so all she has to look at is miles of deep blue Atlantic Ocean. I nibble her top lip letting her eye close.

“What if….”

I hush her with another kiss taking it deeper this time. One hand holds her bottom exploring the crease in her bikini bottom. The other hand slips between us plucking her nipple.

“I bet this would be the one time you taste saltier than me sweetheart.” My tongue tastes her skin, devours her neck in sharp kisses.

I get her to laugh and slip her bottoms to the side. My fingers are met with wet heat despite the water’s temperature and slide right in to give her slow pumps.

“Milo don’t stop.” Piper is wiggling, pushing my shorts down my hips and I walk us back in the water closer to shore so she can stand. If anything I’ll be the one giving beach goers a show. Piper hops up and I catch her letting her body slide down mine hitting every bump, muscle and ridge. I let her rest against me skin to skin sliding her up and down but not penetrating her.

“I want you Piper. I want to sink deep inside you and fill you with my seed.” She’s panting, hips undulating and I let her feel the tip pressing hard against her.

“Yes, Milo. Please.” Her eyes have that love drunk look about them and I realize that as much as I want to fuck her in the water with hundreds of people nearby because I’m a wicked man I also want to explore her body slowly.

“Not here Piper, let’s go back to the room.” I’m putting distance between us and her eyes narrow. “Easy wife.” If she had a spoon I’d be ducking but instead she splashes me with water and leaves me to adjust my suit before following her.

The walk back is quiet, dangerously so after getting her hot and heavy and then denying her. She opens the room door to a gasp and its been decorated as I instructed. The bed is turned down, rose petals make a path into the bedroom and all the mantels have thick glowing candles.

“You sneaky devil.” The shyness and reservations disappear and I watch her stalk to the bed confidently. Now that’s the Piper I know.

“I have my ways.” I follow her to the bed and give her a gentle push face forward.

“What are you about Milo?”

“I’m about to strip the most beautiful girl I know and fuck her senseless for the next twenty-four hours.” I grab her bottoms and tug them off. Her beach dress and bikini top are next showing me her hard nipple peaks that beg for my attention.

“Husband, you’re over dressed.” She giggles when I spank her ass once.

“Easy remedy for that.” I drop trow and let her take her first long look at my proud member. My balls feel high and tight and I want nothing more than to bang her hard and fast if I can last long enough.

“I think I have fever.” Piper rolls to her back scooting up the bed perfectly in the middle.

I crawl down over her body stalking her until I fit myself between her generously spread legs. “I think the only prescription available is right here.” I fist my cock letting precum bead at the tip pressing the length against her pushing in slowly. Her mouth makes an O and her eye widen as I enter her tight sheath in one drawn out thrust until I’m seated fully inside.

“Oh dear Jesus.” She pants in my ear.

I’m grunting unintelligible words. “Is it okay?” I ask.

“More than okay. Its perfect.”

“Wonderful.” I ground out and raise both her arms over her head holding her still as I thrust in a languid pace meant to drive her crazy. Piper moans and moves under me until I plant my hips down against her digging her ass into the bed sheets.

“Faster.”

“No.” I tell her.

“Harder please.” She begs licking her lips, her throat likely dry from breathing so heavy.

“Not yet wife.” She bites me the little witch and I slam into her hard letting her have what she wants–a good fast rut.

“Milo. Milo. Milo.” She’s chanting and grunting and I love every minute of it. I want to fill her, I want her sore the rest of the weekend so that her cycle classes on Monday seem like a terrible idea when what she really wants is my dick buried between her thighs of heaven. I just don’t want her having thoughts of leaving me, ever because I’m pretty sure I love my wife.

We come at the same time and I roll over take her with me peppering her face with kisses and sweet words except the ones I’m dying to say because the timing doesn’t feel right.