I'm Just Going Off for a Bit

Sorry no hard sex scenes --- I don't do them.

No wives physically harmed, just upset a bit.

Please enjoy my little story.

+++++++

A honeymoon is a very special thing!

Some however are better then others, and certainly, so it would seem, some are more exciting than others. Presumably even, some are more successful than others.

Either way, it is traditionally, the opportunity for a man to get to know his wife more intimately as it were, and of course vica-versa. At least, that is the theory, but of course in this modern age we live in, it is seldom the case that man and woman go to the altar virgins.

No!

Nor did we.

That however didn't mean that on my honeymoon, I didn't get to find out things about my wife that I never would have expected.

It may even surprise you dear reader ----- But read on ---- Please, read on.

-------------

We'd been living together for nigh on two years when we decided to make it all official, and that was a combination of pressure from her parents, and the thought of us one day soon, maybe starting a family.

All stacked up it did. All made sense. Even the tax situation would be an improvement.

So there we were the two of us at the registry office with her parent's Tom and Brenda, mine living too far away to make the trip. A few other pals, a couple of them to witness the binding, and that was about it.

Didn't want to make a fuss, and couldn't see that it would make that much difference to us.

June loved me and I loved her!

"Well that's it John," her dad Tom said to me afterwards. "You're really part of the family now lad."

"I've felt part of the family for quite some time already Pop," I replied happily. "You and Bren have been like parents to me with my parents living abroad."

"Aye well lad," he went on. "You two had better be getting your skates on or you'll miss your flight."

------------

We nearly did to, but three hours later saw the pair of us, Mr. and Mrs. Parker, winging our way to the South West coast of France, where we'd booked a long week end in a posh hotel a few miles up the coast from Royan.

We debarked at La Rochelle, collected out little Renault Twingo hire car and were on our way down the coast.

The hotel was perfect and not too big, the rooms sumptuous, and ours at least with a view stretching out over the incredibly beautiful blue sea.

"Right there Mrs. Parker," I said to her, imitating my father in law's northern accent. "Get thee kegs off lass."

"You want them off, then you take them off," June giggled back at me.

"Right lass, thar's got a deal," I cried, and proceeded to chase her round the room till I cornered her against the bed.

"Oh please kind sir," June laughingly beseeched me. "Go easy with me if you're going to use that nasty looking weapon on me, for I know not how to handle it."

"Like hell you don't," I replied, giving up on the accent. "Let's consummate this marriage before we go down to dinner."

"Thought you'd never ask," June giggled, pulling her dress off over her head, her panties and bra following before I'd even unlaced my shoes. "Come on slow coach. Let me give you a hand."

She did try to help me --- She really did. But once her beautiful pert breasts came within reach, then I stopped helping myself, as I attempted to feed them into my mouth. We ended in a jumble at the side of the bed, with me fondling her naughty bits while she'd changed the target of her attack from my shoes to my trousers.

Fifteen minutes later with my trousers down round my ankles and one shoe on and one off, we eventually managed to carry out the required act, rediscovering as we had before on many occasions, that my thingy fitted very nicely into her wotsit.

Probably didn't look too pretty or anything and wouldn't have made it into a porn movie, but by golly it felt good.

Felt even better the second time once I'd got my other shoes and my socks off.

It was nearly two hours later and freshly showered, that the pair of us entered the dining room to re-acquaint ourselves with the wonders of French cuisine.

---------------

That night we re-acquainted ourselves yet again with one another's bodies, June's lovely slender body and perky tits never failing to please me, as she attempted to do her best to exterminate me permanently, by way of physical exhaustion.

She failed, or at least decided to spare me ------ But it was close ----- Damn close!

Then the following morning I launched a determined counter-attack, concentrating my remaining forces on the two little mounds where so many of our skirmishes had taken place the previous night, and once they were safely back in my hands, I directed my attack South.

June mounted a strong rear guard action, but I was never that keen on anal anyway, so that didn't worry me too much.

Eventually I finished it with a forward thrust down the centre, and her cause was lost.

"God that's gorgeous John," she cried out. "I thought you were never going to fuck me."

Yes! ----- She took defeat extremely well all things considered!

-------------------------

We not only missed breakfast, but lunch as well, but a couple of hamburgers from a café in town soon took care of that.

Then it was off to the beach, me in my baggy cossy and June in her bikini.

Have you noticed how over the years, as girl's bikinis got smaller, then guy's swimming gear seemed to get bigger and baggier?

Why is that?

Have you noticed, if you live in Europe that is, how few girls even bother with the top half of their bikini these days?

Why is that?

Who cares a damn anyway!

June and I spent the next hour or so taking in the scene around us.

"Have you noticed how many women are topless?" June asked with a bit of a frown.

"Errr ..... No, not really," I stuttered back, unable to keep the guilty grin off my face.

"Liar," June accused me, and we both burst into laughter.

"Are that blonde's boobs bigger than mine," my wife quizzed me.

"Do you think that girl with the big tits with the older guy has had a boob job?"

"My boobs don't sag like that woman's, do they?"

"Are mine as perky as hers'?"

"Do my nipples stick out like that blonde teenager over there?"

For the next twenty minutes or more June plagued me with questions, and though the task of making the necessary examination was not at all unpleasant, I really got a bit fed up with having to find a diplomatic answer.

Not that it was difficult to answer honestly whether her breasts were better than most others (though the blonde teenager did cause me some concern for a while).

It was are they bigger, are they higher, are they rounder, and all those queries, when you weren't too sure what answer she really wanted.

Love her as I did, June had a habit of acting too hastily sometimes without always considering the consequences. Thinking with her mouth first instead of her brain. Had never been a serious problem, but what the hell.

Yes ---- I was on dangerous ground chaps, and I had to think fast.

"How can I tell if yours are covered up," I chanced my arm with, when June next asked if I thought the brunette walking by had tits that swayed around more then hers did.

They did actually, but then again they were bigger and not nearly as firm as June's.

"What," she answered. "You want me to take my top off as well?"

Now chance would be a fine thing, and though June really had a gorgeous body, the last time we'd been on holiday together it had taken all week to get her to go out in public in her bikini.

"Why not dear?" I responded casually, crossing my fingers behind my back.

"You don't mind if all those other men see my bare tits then?" She accused me.

"Well ---- It's not that I don't mind exactly," I started uncertainly. "It's just that ..... well ..... Just that so many other girls are topless, that .... Well ....."

My reply petered out, so I just grinned stupidly at her.

"Pervert," she accused me, smiling.

"Coward," I challenged her grinning even more widely.

"OK," June replied to my challenge. "You asked for it buster."

With that, she reached behind her back, unsnapped her bra top, removed it and threw it over onto my bag.

"Satisfied?" She demanded, but I didn't answer, my gleeful smile told her all.

June laid back, her beautiful breasts sticking straight up, the hardness of her erect nipples making it obvious that she wasn't taking this all so casually as she was acting. Baring her breasts out in public like that for the first time, were evidently exciting her as much as it was me.

"Better put some sun tan lotion on them," I suggested, hopefully picking up the bottle.

"I'll do it myself thank you," she growled, grabbing the bottle off me. "Pervert!"

Actually now chaps ---- Watching my very attractive young wife rubbing and squeezing her lovely pert breasts herself on a public beach like that was just about as much fun as doing it for her.

Sort of erotic like!

And I noticed that her nipples were not getting any softer either.

We settled down to enjoy the sun, but June kept fidgeting, and looking around her, and it wasn't long before she started her barrage of questions again.

This time however, the nature of the questions had changed somewhat.

"Is that dark haired guy over there looking at my breasts John?" Was the first one, to which I responded, "Probably. I would if it was me"

"Those two young lads have passed close by twice now John. I think they were having a good look."

"That blonde man has turned round to face us John. I'm sure he did it so that he could see my tits better."

"I'm sure that hairy guy over there keeps looking at me John."

"I bet you these two chaps walking towards us settle down nearby John. They keep looking up at me."

(They did by the way.)

And so on .... And so on..... And so on.

Now I have to state that June's boobs were easily good enough to make an effort to have a better look at, but the beach was full of bare boobs for Christ's sake.

Then she sat up, and leant back with her hands behind her. Yes, it was no coincidence that it made her breasts stick out beautifully as she stuck out her chest.

Even I did a double take.

"What the hell do you think you're doing now June?" I asked quietly.

"Trying to get those two guys over there to take notice," she responded without an ounce of guilt.

"You really want them to look at your tits June?"

"Yes of course John," June came back almost breathlessly. "I've never had the nerve to do this before, and it's more exciting than I would ever have imagined. I really like the idea of strange men ogling my bare tits. You don't mind do you honey?"

"Errr ..... Well ...."

Let's be honest here chaps shall we? It was a bit disturbing of course, but sitting there while your lovely wife displayed her tits to the world around us was really quite a turn on. It felt like I was condoning something naughty that I shouldn't have been allowing.

Women are not supposed to show their breasts off naked in public are they? Well of course they're not, but like the other couples around us, June and I were playing the game and pretending that the normal rules didn't apply on the beach. So there was my wife with her boobs out for all to see, and somehow or other it was acceptable.

Exciting though---- Especially the first few times they do it.

Like an opportunity to say to everyone around that they can look all they want and get jealous, but they were actually mine --- all mine!

However, before I could continue my answer, June butted in.

"Oh my God," she whispered, her mouth gaping. "Fancy that ---- Oh my God ------ Did I do that?"

"Do what?" I asked in amazement.

"Those two guys," she replied quietly, but without looking at me. "The one on the right has got a boner. Look John, his cock has gone hard."

Not an invitation that I wished to take her up on exactly, for any number of reasons.

"They were looking over at me when I stuck my boobs out at them John," she continued excitedly, her face taking on a flushed hue. "Then that one winked at me and I could actually see his cock growing in his swimming costume."

There was June thinking with her mouth again, but I had to look.

Well of course I bloody well had to look!

Two posers sitting there in their little tight swimming trunks, bucking the trend of most of the others guys on the beach.

No question ----- They had to be French!

"Oh my God look John," June squealed in delight. "No don't look ---- Oh God --- My God ---- Just look at that thing ---- Did I really do that?"

"What the hell are you on about June," I demanded forcibly, her comments beginning to annoy me.

"Look John look," she said huskily, speaking to me, but as if I wasn't there. "His cock is sticking out of the top of his costume John. Can you see it? It's bloody huge!"

I didn't want to look.

No --- You know I didn't want to, but maybe you can imagine my dilemma.

So I looked.

I regretted it.

It was indeed bloody huge.

God Damn it!

"Stop looking June for Christ's sake," I beseeched my new bride. "It's damn well embarrassing."

"But I caused it John," June retorted aimlessly, and far too loudly. "My bare tits caused that!"

Well!

By then I'd had enough.

"Come on we're going," I told her. "I've had enough sun for one day. Let's go back and get a drink."

"I'm not really thirsty honey," June absently replied, her eyes locked on the French bugger stretched out a few feet from us, his muscles rippling as he blatantly showed off to my infatuated wife, who's eyes seemed to be locked on an area at the top of his swimsuit.

"We're going June, and we're going now," I insisted as I gathered up our things and made to leave.

"I'll come in a bit John," she whispered, not even bothering to look up at me.

"You'll damn well come now June," I almost shouted at her, as I grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet, June reluctantly giving in to me, and picking up her bag.

We took a few steps away through the cloying sand, when June stopped to glance back.

"A plus tard, ma petite," the big-cock Frenchy called out to her, and she blushed deeply.

"No fucking chance," I mumbled angrily under my breath.

-----------------

"What the hell was all that about June," I accused her angrily, as we made our way back along the beach.

"Did you see the size of his penis John," she answered, seemingly unaware of how upset she had made me. "I've never seen one that big, and it was my bare tits that caused it."

"Over sexed bloody Froggie," I snarled at her. "You were making a fool of yourself June, and damn well embarrassing me."

"You're not jealous are you John?" June asked, looking over at me with a concerned look on her face, apparently at last realising how upset she had made me.

"Yes June I am," I retorted smartly. "Jealous, embarrassed, pissed off and humiliated."

"But it was you that wanted me to flash my bare tits off at the other guys John," she protested. "It was you that asked me to do it."

"I asked you to take your top off June," I countered. "I liked the idea of you sunbathing topless, not sticking your tits out at some bloody foreigner."

"They weren't foreigners John," June corrected me. "They were French, and we're in France."

"Fat difference that makes," I moaned at her, as we made our way along the beach. "You were flashing them June ---- exposing yourself deliberately to them."

"And why shouldn't I," she shot back. "They're my tits and I'll show them off to whoever I want."

And thus our diatribe continued for the next ten minutes or so, not exactly arguing with one another, but sniping --- Neither of us making much sense, but trying to win points as we made our way back to the hotel.

It was about then that I noticed several people looking at us, almost staring. The pair of us so tied up in our disagreement that neither of us had noticed, as we walked up the shopping street, the beach already some hundred yards behind us.

Then I realised why!

"June for God's sake," I cried out to her. "What the hell are you doing?"

"What's wrong now?" She replied angrily, assuming that I was goading her about something new.

Then she realised why everyone was looking at us ---- Well her really.

"Oh my God where's my top," she screamed as it dawned on her that she was wandering up a fairly busy street still naked from the waist up, the pair of us so caught up with our 'discussions' that we hadn't realised.

"Where's my bloody top?" She repeated, desperately scrabbling in her bag, which I allowed her to do for a few moments, before I relented and produced it from mine.

"Why didn't you tell me John?" She nearly screamed as she scrambled to get the tee shirt over her head.

"Nice tits love," shouted out a young chap as he walked by with a couple of pals.

June, now suitably covered again looked at me as if she was going to explode, but dodgy though the situation was, all I could do was grin stupidly back at her.

"You enjoyed that didn't you, you bugger," she accused me.

"Yes I did," I admitted, at which point June could no longer stay angry, and the pair of us burst out laughing.

Arm in arm we proceeded back to our hotel, the pair of us bursting out laughing every time we tried to talk about what had happened.

It certainly got us over our little contretemps, and by the time we got back to our room, we fell into another's arms and ended up on the bed, where June immediately pulled off her top again, and started to rub her lovely tight breasts up against my chest.

"Nice tits love," I told her trying to imitate the other admirer's earlier comment, and again we both fell about laughing.

Not that that stopped June starting to undo my shorts, or pulling them down for that matter.

No ---- All was well again with Mr and Mrs Parker, and we nearly missed dinner this time.

-----------------

The following day, we'd booked up to go off on some excursion, and so off we jolly well went. We spent a wonderful day looking around some of the vineyards of the Medoc wine region, and tasting some of their products as well for that matter to. Along with the others we ended up shopping in the middle of Bordeaux, one of the most impressive Cities in France. Full of history, full of atmosphere, full of wonderful boutique shops and yes, full of wine. We'd imbibed a little by then, and not having to drive back, we made the most of it.

"How about this top?" June asked me, holding up a pretty, black, see thru lacy thing that she'd picked out from the rack in the latest shop we were in.

"It's nice," I agreed nodding my head, having noted by the way that the price tag wasn't extortionate. "It'll look good over your bikini on the beach."

"It's not beach wear you idiot," June giggled at me, the amount of wine already inside her evident. "It's evening wear."

"Evening wear?" I queried. "Not much to it is there?"

"Not supposed to be," she informed me with a smile.

"But everyone would see your bra through it June."

"Not if I didn't wear one," she cheekily pointed out.

Oh blimey!

Yes ---- We bought it.

------------------

That evening, back at our hotel, I started to see a side to my new wife that I'd never seen before. My lovely, rather gorgeous wife was coming out of her shell. She'd already displayed that on the beach the day before, but I accepted that maybe I'd over reacted, not being used to this new very sexy Mrs Parker.

Life could become exciting maybe.

Not too sure how I felt about that, but we were on holiday, so why not?

"How does it look?"

What a question!

June was stood there in front of me, sexy black high heel sandals, then a long stretch of sun tanned bare leg, till her little denim skirt, which covered, but only just her tight little bottom.