A Mystical Wedding Night

My beautiful libertine bride had been quietly recalling chapters in her eclectic erotic playbook. “I have an idea,” Dani told me as we lounged naked on the porch of our beachfront honeymoon suite in Cozumel. She took one more sip of her margarita. “Come with me, stud boy. You’ll like this.” “What now?” I asked jokingly but thrilled, trusting Dani’s promise. During the few months I’d known her, she had led me into a vast new world of sensual pleasures. A city girl, she had been sexually active since age 14. Through middle school, high school, college and in the workplace, she had fucked and played with many guys, and a few girls. Sexually, she was always in a learning mode. By age 24, she was an A+ student/practitioner of masturbation, teasing, fucking, blow jobs, seductive dance, sexy fashion and other dimensions of the erotic arts. She was steeped in Anais Nin’s erotica, old Federico Fellini movies and ‘70s porn, from “Behind the Green Door” to “Emmanuelle.” I, on the other hand, was barely more than a horny country bumpkin, having grown up in the sticks, the oldest son, sheltered by religious parents and aunts, painfully shy and distant from girls. I wasn’t a nerd, just a lonely loner. Wrote poetry and short stories, studied hard, jacked off a lot in the woods and my room and with much guilt, worked parttime, had a couple of girlfriends but their expectations of commitment and shallow romance bored me. That was life until my high school senior year when I met an older but captivating, free-spirited loner girl from the adjacent county who seduced me, with dares, into heavy petting but nothing else. She feared STDs, but I still learned from her what real-life tits and hard nipples look and feel like, how to work a soaked pussy with my tongue and how to finger-fuck and beat off while humping. After graduation, she told me goodbye and “go get ‘em.” In college, I focused on classes, porn, sexual imaginings and private masturbation. Got my degree and headed out into the world for nearly three years and a few minor flings before Dani turned my life upside down. I’d met her in downtown Houston one Friday morning as we waited for an elevator in the mirrored high-rise where she worked and where I had a final job interview on tap at a news agency. We were in the crowd on the ground floor, a hackneyed but appropriate place for beginnings. As I stood next to Dani, admiring her long, shiny, straight red hair and the looseness of her sexy peasant top with tight jeans and platform shoes, she suddenly turned to me as though I’d called her. “Yes?” she said. I froze in the gaze of her gem-like blue eyes, then she smiled at me. We whispered hellos, suspended for a moment in each other’s aura as the chemistry between us flickered to life then blazed. “Uh, I’m David,” I said nervously. “Dani,” she said, calmly, proudly. “May I see you this evening?” I blurted out. OK, I thought, where did that come from? “Sure,” she said as she sized me up in my suit, white shirt, tie and polished black wingtips. We made plans on the elevator. The more we chatted, the more her cheery warmth melted me. I didn’t want to leave her, but the 22nd floor arrived, and that damn interview beckoned. “I’m on 29,” she said, reassuringly, reading my frustration. “Just up there in the ad agency. See you soon.” That night, I took her to dinner, and she flew me to indescribable orgasmic highs back at her apartment. I felt that I had wafted into a spirit realm alongside an artist by day but a gentle seductress at night whose freckled, alabaster skin tingled at my touch and glowed faintly in the candlelight, whose silky soft pubic hair clung to my probing tongue like a watercolor brush dipped in mystic nectar, and I painted my way deeper and deeper into her, drawn to the burning warmth of labia and erect clitoris while she massaged my dick with her hands, lips and teeth, softly then brutally then slowly and lovingly introducing me to forms of masturbation and penile stimulation I’d never known.  I came out of that night as a new person with old notions and inhibitions vaporized in the heat of Dani’s passion.   I got the job, so we were often able to see each other for lunch and after work. Our physical attraction grew more intense. My development as a new person gained momentum with every kinky friend of Dani’s that I met, with every bohemian club we frequented, with every daring moment we shared in public, caressing each other, flashing our bodies to appreciative strangers. I loved to hear Dani’s stories about her escapades with past lovers, and I loved how she laughed as she told the stories to me. Ultimately, our spirits bonded to the point where we couldn’t imagine living without each other. We were married within six months, which pleased her parents (mine had died). They gave us a honeymoon vacation in Cozumel. And it was there that Dani opened my eyes to a way of masturbating I’d never known. Daring Dani was immediately in her element on our first afternoon, swimming topless, jacking me off in the surf, mixing tequila shots with strong Mexican beer at the bar while chatting up strangers enchanted by her beach wrap nip slips, and lounging naked on the porch of our suite while smiling as she teased my dick to rock-hard stiffness. Sunset brought a brilliant, radiant sky that stirred Dani’s libido, which to me was yet another Dani phenomenon. Beautiful things, people and places made her horny. She couldn’t explain why, and it certainly mystified me, but I loved that about her. So, as the sky blazed, she arose gracefully from her lounger, massaging her tits and pinching her nipples as she turned to me with a hunger in those gem-like blue eyes. “Come with me, stud boy,” she said, reaching for my hand. “You’ll like this.” We walked to our bed, she stretched out on her back. “Straddle me,” she said. “Put your knees on both sides of me and sit up straight.” Once in position, I looked down at her and shrugged my shoulders. “OK. Now what?” Dani smiled as she whispered: “I want you to masturbate facing me. I want to watch you masturbate. I want to watch your beautiful penis as you beat off -- slowly and gently at first but then hard and fast. And then I want you to explode all over my tits, cumming and cumming and cumming.” I’d never masturbated so overtly with her. That old spirit of shyness began to drape itself over the moment. “It’s beautiful to watch you,” Dani said. “So beautiful, so beautiful.” To hell with Inhibitions, I decided, as sudden waves of animal lust swept through my libido. I wanted to drown Dani in cum. My stiff six-incher grew into a blazing spear with infinite power. To hell with slow and soft. I jack-hammered my dick until every muscle in my body convulsed as I ejaculated load after load onto Dani’s pretty tits and face. “Yes! Mine! Yes! Mine!” she shouted, squirming in delight and smearing my loads all over her chest, arms and stomach. I shuddered with astonishment at my life-giving essence glistening on Dani’s body. She had called it from me, she had bathed in it, thirsted for it, tasted it. Ejaculate bonded our bodies and desires, creating a mystical moment of erotic fusion that ended only after she orgasmed with her clit squeezed tightly between her fingers. We collapsed in silence and lay still for a while. I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know what to think of the new place Dani had taken me. Finally, a question staggered out of my exhausted depths. “You were saying, ‘Mine!’” “Yes,” she said. “Mine.” “What did you mean?” She caressed my face. “I don’t know,” she said. “It just happened. It was my spirit talking to your spirit and us as we are. I don’t know. God, let’s go shower and get a drink.”