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I smiled and slid onto the floor under the table. My mouth encircled his organ and I felt him start to grow. The lessons of a couple nights ago and last night popped into my head and I started making use of them. Everything I'd learned, I poured into my efforts on his penis. Soon, I could hardly contain him in my mouth. Cupping his ball sack and stroking the bottom of his shaft, I worked the head of his organ. Up and down I went on his shaft, sucking and licking as much as I could. Except for me sucking his penis, Tanner calmly ate the rest of his dinner, throbbing in my mouth. As he finished his last bite, he released in my mouth and I eagerly swallowed all he gave me. When he stopped spurting, I calmly got out from under the table, wiping a stray drop from the corner of my mouth.

"Can you answer a question for me?" Tanner asked, standing up to get the tiramisu.

"What question would that be?" I responded.

"I don't want to look a gift horse in the mouth, but I believe it was only a week ago you suggested that cock sucking was a rather disgusting practice and you hoped I wouldn't expect one more frequently than my birthday, Christmas and our anniversary. I assumed from your attitude that it would be pointless for me to ask you to swallow my cum. Today is none of those things and you've eagerly swallowed every drop I had to give. What changed your mind? It can't all be your girlfriends again, can it?"

While he was talking, he set the dessert on the table and poured us both cups of coffee. He held my chair for me and I sat down. He sat down across from me.

"Partly," I admitted.

Of course the other part was my guilt over his penis not being the first one I sucked and my desire to make sure I atoned for it by being the best little fellatrix I could be when he asked.

"Partly it's because it's our honeymoon and I feel I should be as willing to participate as you are. Lastly, I discovered it's not as bad as I thought it would be. I expected it would be smelly, disgusting, and would taste bad. A clean penis doesn't taste any different than any other part of your skin. I have enjoyed the feeling of it in my mouth and your sperm doesn't taste half bad. Mostly it's bland and salty. One of my girlfriends said it was slimy, kind of like eating raw oysters, and I suppose it is, but I like oysters, so I can handle slimy. Everyone of them said swallowing was the easiest and least messy way of dealing with sperm, which otherwise would need to be cleaned up."

"I'm going to throw those girls a party," Tanner laughed. "I thought I'd have to beg or buy you jewelry every time I wanted a blow job. Instead, you've been extremely accommodating."

"I hope I never make you beg, Tanner. I want to be a good wife to you."

We talked about the other things we wanted to do in St. Lucia. He said he'd like to go sailing on the sunset cruise tomorrow evening and I thought that would be fun. We could eat something earlier and catch the evening sail after. Tanner said he'd like to play some golf in a couple days. I told him I had no problem with him playing golf; I could find things to keep me occupied. He thought I might have a good time shopping. I said that shopping was an activity best done with friends and I didn't need any more clothes for our trip, though I might try to find something for my parents.

We finished our dinner and put all the dishes on the food cart and pushed it out the front door.

Tanner asked if I wanted to go swimming right around our bungalow. I thought it sounded relaxing and started pulling out one of my suits again. I hadn't done any swimming for the last week and I usually swam an hour at least every other day.

"You won't need the suit, Brooke. Come on. Go au naturale. It's almost dark, we'll be in the water. It's our honeymoon, let's live a little."

I was reluctant given the show we'd given the boaters this afternoon, but it was nearly dark and there weren't any more water craft out now. I nodded nervously. "Okay."

"That's my girl. This is an adventure. We'll be back to tame and stodgy in no time."

I laughed, but I had a sick feeling in my stomach. I doubted my blackmailer would allow my life to be tame or stodgy.

Tanner turned on the underwater lights. We got towels and put on our robes until we got down to the swimming platform. I looked at the bungalows to either side of us. There didn't seem to be any outdoor activity at either one, although the one past the one to my left had a couple sitting around a fire pit, but they were pretty far away. I dropped my robe and dived into the water. Tanner was right behind me. The water seemed to be above eighty degrees, although feeling the water caress my bare body had my nipples as hard as if the water was cooler. Tanner came up behind me and grabbed me.

"Mrs. Mason, I believe you would be the perfect mermaid. You swim like a fish and could lure all the sailors to a watery grave with your sexy body."

I turned to face him and held him against me.

"You say the sweetest things, Mr. Mason. You just want to have your way with me, don't you?"

"Yes, I admit it. Is it working?"

"I'll tell you later. Now I want to swim some laps. Do you think you can keep up with me?"

"I can try, though I'm sure you'll soon put me to shame. Where do you want to swim?"

"Let's swim to the next bungalow and back. It's dark and seems empty. We'll just do it about twenty or thirty times."

"Don't get too tired, Brooke. I still have more plans for you tonight."

"Swimming will energize me, Tanner. You don't have to worry about that."

"I don't think I can keep up with you over distance," Tanner said, "but I might be able to keep up in a sprint. I propose a contest. The first lap over and back, the winner gets oral sex from the loser, but we keep going for another lap. The winner of that one gets oral sex as well."

"So if I win both laps, you'll lick me to two orgasms?" I ask.

"Or you'll give me two blow jobs if I win both."

"That's not going to happen, Mr. Mason. You have to touch the edge of their swim platform and back to ours both times, deal?"

"Sounds good. Line up here. No jumping the gun. Are you ready?"

"I'm ready to beat your ass. You already had an orgasm tonight, Mr. Mason."

"You had four in the tub. I'm still two behind you."

"It's not my fault men need recovery time and women are more orgasmic."

"Don't get cocky. You haven't won anything yet. On the count of three: One...Two...Three."

On three, Tanner pushed my head underwater and took off. I came up sputtering and took off after him. The cheater; he had about a fifteen foot head start. I went into a ground eating crawl, rapidly closing the distance. He touched the platform and started back. I was about ten feet behind him now, but I went into a touch like I was doing turns on a wall and cut the distance to five before he was halfway back. My legs were kicking up a storm, trying to catch him before the finish. He out touched me by about six inches and stopped. I kept going and did the next lap while he was hanging there laughing. I came up to him and splashed water in his face.

"You fucking cheater," I said.

"Mrs. Mason. I'm shocked at your language. You don't like that fucking word."

"You pushed me under."

"I had to win the first lap. I was ready to concede the second, but I had to get something out of it," he laughed. "Come on, time to pay the winners."

"I'll give you your winnings, Tanner Mason, but I'm not done swimming yet, so you'll have to wait until I'm done."

"I'll give you another half hour, Brooke, but if you're not ready to pay up then, I'll give you a spanking along with an orgasm."

"You wouldn't dare!" I exclaimed.

He put a very stern look on his face. "Try me."

Okay, maybe he would. I started swimming again, maintaining a steady even pace on my laps this time, so as not to tire myself out before my thirty minutes was up. I kept up a good pace and since it was about forty yards to the next bungalow, I must have swum a mile before Tanner called out thirty minutes. I climbed out onto the platform. Tanner was lying naked in the hammock.

"Are we going in?" I asked.

"We should do it right here, under the stars," Tanner said.

I smiled down at him. "Everything with you is public sex, isn't it?"

"I would hardly call this public," he said. "It's dark. There's not much of a moon and our nearest neighbors appear to be a respectable distance away. Unless you scream like a banshee when I make you cum, I doubt they'll even know we're fooling around. A sixty-nine should take care of both of us."