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We adjourned to the bed and I put forth all my efforts to giving him an erection while his tongue laved my sex. Tanner was skilled enough to give me two orgasms before he was prepared to perform his husbandly duties. I was happy when he decided to use the missionary position. I wanted to look at him and be able to kiss as we made love and not be taken from behind. I had no problems climaxing being taken that way, but enjoyed the visual and tactile stimulus of facing him. Our coupling was languid and sensuous, not rushed at all. I enjoyed every moment of his thrusting. Not being pounded hard allowed me to orgasm twice more without becoming more sore in the process. His last few thrusts were accompanied by grunts of pleasure as he spilled his seed in me. We took a few moments to lay cuddled together before he made me get up and get dressed.

Since we were going out in public, I was still uncomfortable wearing Taylor's swimsuit gifts. I picked out one of the more modest bikini's I had. Tanner said we needed to wear sandals for dinner, no bare feet, and swim suits had to be covered up, so I also took a dress like cover up to go over my bikini. I made sure I brought lots of sunscreen as we'd be tanning during the heat of the afternoon. Tanner brought a shirt and shorts to go over his trunks, and we could wear the same things on the sunset cruise.

The pool we went to had to be over an acre of water. There were islands, peninsulas, grottos, and bays in it. It was well landscaped all over. Tanner went to get some towels. Before he left, I told him I saw a good spot, pointing it out to him and asked him to bring the towels there. He looked at where I was pointing and nodded, saying he'd be right back with towels and drinks. He also said he'd order some sandwiches as we'd managed to miss breakfast by sleeping in and having sex before the massage therapists arrived.

I was walking to the indicated spot when I heard a male voice say, "Hello, stranger." My heart leapt into my throat, thinking it was my blackmailer. The timbre of the voice was so close. I turned slowly to the voice when a female added. "Of course, we haven't met you with your clothes on." I looked and realized it was two of the people from the boat who'd seen us having sex in the tub. The man who'd first shouted at us and the topless blonde. She was still topless.

The man said, "My name's Stanley Wright and this is my wife, Katherine." He pointed to the blonde. "Kath or Kathy for short. You can call me Stan."

Katherine said, "You really flinched when Stan spoke to you. What has you so jumpy?"

"He sounded like someone I didn't expect to see here," I replied. "Sorry, my name is Brooke." I put out my hand and shook both of theirs.

"Where's that dreamy husband of yours?" Kathy asked.

"Getting towels and drinks, ordering sandwiches. We didn't eat breakfast this morning"

"Too busy to eat," Stan teased. "Mmm. I wonder why that is?"

I blushed and both of them laughed. "Newlyweds," Stan said, "It's so easy to tell who they are and so easy to make fun of."

"Why don't you join us?" Kathy said. "You're one of the few people here where both halves of a couple are under thirty."

"Tanner won't be able to find me. He's expecting me to be over there." I pointed to the spot I picked out.

Stan and Kathy looked to where I pointed and Stan said, "Good location. Why don't we join you?"

I was a little hesitant, but realized we'd come to the pool to meet people and Stan and Kathy seemed nice enough. "Sure, why not."

They grabbed their towels and drinks and followed me over to the location I'd picked. It had some trees to provide some shade if you wanted it, a small grotto where a half dozen people could mingle, eight lounges, and no other people at the moment. I set my bag down and we all sat down.

"Just married, huh?" Kathy asked. "Does that mean you're on your honeymoon?"

"Yes," I admitted. "Saturday we tied the knot."

"No wonder you didn't pull the privacy curtains around your tranquility tub. Too eager," Kathy said.

"It has curtains?" I said, surprised.

"And eyes only for each other," Stan added, laughing. "No wonder you were giving us a show. You didn't even see the curtains."

I blushed again, embarrassed I hadn't known about the curtains and the show. "We didn't intend to give everyone a show," I said, "we were going to soak after the flight. The sides of the tub were high enough we didn't feel visible. Things got out of hand."

"Don't worry about it," Kathy teased. "This place is conducive to romantic encounters. You aren't the only ones we've seen making love, but you're certainly the most attractive couple doing it."

I got a text on my phone and looked at it, thinking it was Tanner. It was another message from my blackmailer.

I have a task for you.

"Excuse me a minute. I've got to get this. Tanner's asking me what kind of sandwich I want."

I quickly tapped back, I'm with my husband. Your fucking blackmail scheme won't work if my husband finds out. My life will be over and I'll make it my goal to see your ass behind bars.

You don't look like you're with your husband.

Shit! How could he know that? Was he here? I looked frantically around for a minute.

He's on his way back, I typed. I'm with friends. Leave me alone. I'm on my honeymoon.

Did you tell him his cock wasn't the first one you sucked? Did you show him the movie of you eagerly sucking my cock until you swallowed my cum?

If I did, we wouldn't be talking. I would no longer be on my honeymoon and I'd be going to the police.

Text me when you're alone and I'll give you your task. If you don't respond within three days, I send the movie to your husband, and the parents of the happy couple. Look forward to hearing from you. Ha ha.

Shit, shit, shit! Why couldn't he leave me alone long enough to enjoy my honeymoon? Give me one fucking moment of happiness before he ruined everything.

I'll let you know when I'm alone.

I turned off my phone and threw it in my bag.

"Is everything all right?" Kathy asked. "You're white as a sheet."

Tears started rolling down my cheek. Kathy put her arms around me and as soon as she did, I started sobbing loudly.

"No, nothing is all right," I admitted, crying. "Not a damn thing is all right!"

"I take it the text was from someone other than your husband and it had nothing to do with a sandwich," Stan said.

I looked at them. I didn't know these people from Adam, but I had to talk to someone and right now, I didn't seem to have anyone else to talk to. They were disinterested parties. At least I could unload my burdens on them. Even if they couldn't tell me what to do, having someone who could listen would be helpful.

"No, it wasn't Tanner. I'm being blackmailed. It was my blackmailer."

"What do they want? Money?" Kathy asked, her arm still around me.

"Worse, a million times worse. They want me. They want my body, my heart and soul and if I don't give it to him, they're going to ruin my marriage. More, it will ruin my life."

Stan and Kathy looked at one another. "What could you have possibly done to give them that much control over you? We're not hanging around with a murderer are we?" Stan asked, half joking. He was wondering.

"No murders, no crimes, just something really stupid. I can't explain now. Tanner will be here soon. He can't ever know. Maybe I could talk to you later. Tanner's going golfing tomorrow. Maybe we could talk then."

"I could go golfing with him," Stan offered, "keep him occupied while you and Kathy have a heart to heart."

"You'd be willing to do that for me?" I asked.

"No problem," Stan said. "We'll be happy to help out in any way we can."

I hugged Kathy, then Stan. "I can't thank you enough. I don't have anyone to talk to about this. It's been driving me crazy. I think one of my friends is in on this blackmail scheme, but I don't know which one it is so I don't know who to trust. I've felt all alone. Thank you."

I saw Tanner approaching with our drinks and towels. "Tanner is coming. Mums the word." I mimed zipping my lips closed and quickly wiped my eyes, drying my tears. "Talk about absolutely anything other than my issues, please."

Kathy gave me a friendly squeeze. "Whatever you want."

Tanner arrived and I said, "You may recognize these folks from the boat yesterday, Tanner. This is Katherine and Stanley Wright. I happened to walk by them on the way here and they recognized me. This is my husband of two days, Tanner Mason."