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I climbed into the hammock with him with my head near his penis and lowered my kitty onto his willing mouth. I didn't scream like a banshee, but I wasn't exactly quiet when I orgasmed. Fortunately, nobody seemed to notice. I got the last laugh on the cheater, though. I climaxed three times before he spent in my mouth.

Tanner fucked me again before we went to bed, driving hard into me from behind. It was definitely another fucking, not making love. Tiffany was right; doggy style put the man in command. He was plunging fast and deep into me and it was not gentle and loving at all. I was nothing but a vessel for his need. As he'd climaxed twice since supper, it took him a long time to orgasm again. From his size and my newness to sex, plus the intensity of his fucking, I felt somewhat sore before he spent in me, but it was effective. I climaxed four more times before he did. As he fucked me, he played with my bottom as he had before, running his fingers lightly up and down the crease between my cheeks. As he did so, he tickled the puckered opening of my back door. I was surprised again with the feelings of arousal his gentle touching provided. He never penetrated the opening as I thought he might, but I was beginning to wonder what it would feel like if he did. I thought his penis was too big to put back there. His finger or thumb might be more appealing to me, but I was becoming less surprised at the thought my girlfriends enjoyed anal sex. The teasing had a beneficial affect on me as the number of my orgasms demonstrated. When he finished, I slept the sleep of the dead, curled up in his arms. He slept soundly as well, not interrupting my sleep any more during the night before we both woke up with the alarm in the morning.

The next morning, he made love to me after the alarm went off. He allowed me to ride him and I did so slowly as I was still tender from the pounding the night before. Despite my soreness, the gentle loving was most welcome and I found myself climaxing twice before he did. I really was enjoying sex and Tanner was a compelling lover. I found myself surprised at the intensity of my orgasms. Afterward, we showered to be fresh for the massage therapists coming at ten. Tanner told me to put on the robe until we knew what the therapists required in the way of covering.

He contacted our butler, Roberta, and made arrangements for reservations at Barefoot by the Sea for 4:30 because they accepted casual wear and then the sunset cruise afterward. Since we would be wearing casual wear anyway, Tanner suggested we go to one of the grotto pools beforehand, maybe have a couple of drinks, perhaps meet some other people, instead of hiding away in our bungalow all the time. I agreed I wouldn't mind spending less time having sex. Since I was so new to sex and Tanner was both large and energetic, a respite in our sexual activity would be welcome. I told him so and Tanner laughed as he was wont to when I said something he found funny.

"How do you know I'm big? How many other cocks have you seen?"

Well, one in an erect state, I thought, and he was smaller than you. I lied again. "None, but the glass dildo the girls had me practicing my oral skills on was about seven inches long and all three girls said it was larger than most penises. You're larger than it was, slightly longer and thicker. Taylor was the only one able to deep throat it. She said the rigidity of glass made it more difficult to do. Neither Tiffany nor Yvonne could get it all the way down. I was the worst. I got between three and four inches of it in my mouth before I started gagging."

"Taylor got the whole thing down? Maybe I should have married her."

I punched him lightly in the shoulder and he grinned at me.

"Do you think she can teach you? I'd be happy to volunteer my services as a practice dummy," Tanner said, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

"I'm sure you would, you big oaf. I think I'll do my best to learn without benefit of your services, though Taylor probably wouldn't mind. All of my girlfriends think you're a stud. Donna told me if I ever chose to chuck you back in the pond, she'd love to add white meat to her diet."

"Really?" Tanner said, preening and flexing a little for my benefit. "I'm liking your girlfriends more and more every day."

"Back off buster. You're married now. No more free range kitties for you. Til death do us part, remember?"

Tanner laughed and picked me up, swinging me around while he kissed me. "I remember. All you have to do is keep me satisfied and I'll never stray."

"Keeping you satisfied may be tougher than I imagined. You've tenderized my poor sex with all your pounding. It's a good thing it feels good despite the soreness, or I might have to take a break. It's the reason I want to go to the pool this afternoon; a little R&R for Miss Kitty."

Tanner laughed again and set me down. "It's your fault for making me wait. I can't get enough of you now."

Our massage therapists arrived at the same time as Tanner's suit and shoes, one of them male and one female. The set up their portable tables out on our deck, covering it with several towels and a small pillow with a hole in the middle to protect our heads and faces as we lay flat on our stomachs.

"Do you have a preference as to which of us does you?" The female asked.

Mindful of Tanner's admonition how he would be unhappy if I were with another man, I said, "If it's all right with you, I'd prefer you do my massage."

"Very well, madame. Would you prefer to be covered?"

I looked out at the watercraft passing by. They seemed pretty far out but I remembered what happened yesterday when Tanner and I had started playing in the tub. "A towel please," I replied.

She acknowledged my preference and I quickly shed my robe and got face down on the table and she covered my bare buns with a towel draped over them, folded so both my legs and lower back were uncovered. Tanner did the same. She slightly parted my legs so my feet were at the edge of the table. I knew she could look up the bottom edge of my towel and see me in all my glory, but I remembered it was only a week ago a woman was ripping the pubic hair out of my crotch by the roots, so I guess I shouldn't feel so self conscious about it.

"Would you like some music and would you like me to use an oil? I have one scented with sandalwood, another with lemongrass, and a third with a gardenia scent."

"Yes to both please, gardenia for me."

Tanner chose sandalwood. She put a CD in the bungalow sound system and the sounds of a vaguely oriental or Indian type music wafted lowly through the air. Lots of bells and non-violin strings, it was very relaxing. She started on my arms, the hands really, and I was pleased she used lots of pressure. I enjoyed hard massages. I had to admit I had a lot of tension built up after getting the text from my blackmailer yesterday. I figured I only had until the end of my honeymoon until I had to start dealing with any twisted shit he would press upon me. She worked up my arms to my shoulders, then down my back. When she reached my buttocks, she reversed direction, starting at my feet and working her way up my legs. I was turning into putty, she was so good. After doing my thighs, she reached under the towel and started massaging my buns. It seemed to be where a lot of tension was concentrated, along with between my shoulder blades. Both Tanner and I finished up about the same time. We both turned over, the masseuse lifting up my towel slightly until I was on my back, then laying it over my sex.

"Would you like a towel for your breasts, madame?" She asked.

I looked to Tanner to see if he cared one way or the other. "Madame will be okay without a towel on her top," Tanner said. At least it was his decision to have both another man and woman starting at my naked boobs. I was becoming slightly more relaxed about the semi-casual nudity Tanner seemed to enjoy. They were professionals anyway; not much different from seeing my gynecologist. I worried more about the people passing on the water than our massagers.

My therapist started the same way she had when I was on my stomach; working my hands and arms and up to my shoulders. She spent a little time on my face, almost like a facial, before going down my stomach. She didn't really massage my boobs, which didn't have muscle tissue in them, but she brushed them frequently while working my sides and abs. My nipples were soon standing up like little golf tees. Tanner noticed and grinned at me. Tanner wasn't hard, but his package was on fairly prominent display under his towel. His masseur didn't seem to be paying it any attention which made me think he was more the heterosexual type who appreciated my stuff more than Tanner's.

Reaching the top of my mound, the therapist switched sides again, going back to my feet. She rubbed and massaged the bottom of my feet which felt great. She also stretched my legs, lifting each of them up toward my chest, keeping them straight. I know my kitty was on prime display for both my massager and Tanner's as he was doing his legs too. I tried not to think about it, but knowing no part of me was going unseen gave me a guilty little kick. I'd been so modest most of my life and Tanner and I had made love in the tub out on the deck, sixty-nine'd in the hammock, though thankfully, in the dark, and now I was giving two massage therapists an eyeful. When she laid my legs back down, she massaged my thighs right up to the point she was brushing my vajayjay, though never being impolite or unprofessional in her attitude, just thorough. By the time she was finished, I felt totally relaxed, almost limp.

They finished and we thanked them for their help and they disappeared.

"Another round of sex?" Tanner asked. "We may not have the chance until we get back from the cruise tonight."

"What's your preference, sir?"

"A little oral sex until I'm ready and we'll see where it goes from there," he replied. "Want to use the hammock again?"

"No way, Tanner. I'm willing to play your games to a certain extent, but not in broad daylight."

"Did you like it when the masseur could see under your towel as your legs were being stretched."

"I felt a little tingle, but they both acted professionally, so I tried to treat it like a doctor's visit."

"Let's see if we can't turn your little tingle into a big one," Tanner said.

"In the bungalow please."