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"Jake, promise me that I'll never wake from this dream..."

Sighing contentedly while pulling our light blanket over us, she hugged herself against my bare chest. Once she was all settled in, I wrapped my arms around her slender shoulders and kissed her forehead before giving my happy girl a gentle squeeze.

Summer and I lay together on our back porch, staring up at the brilliant starry night sky of Cozumel. She was curled in my lap, purring like a kitten. Bathed in soft, warm candlelight, she held to her breast a single piece of fine parchment overlaid with beautiful calligraphy.

Bringing it to the light, she read the inscription in a wondrous whisper...

I solemnly promise to cherish you, to worship you, and to fill your life with happiness, laughter and love.

"And we always will," I said, caressing her smooth cheek with a lock of her long auburn hair.

"That was so beautiful. Baby, I was amazed that you agreed to those vows. It's still hard to believe we actually went through with it."

I grinned, "You were right there with me, saying those same words. I have witnesses and everything."

"Mmmm, I know. God, don't I know. I'm so glad they were all there," she said, kissing my chest.

"You know they wouldn't have missed it for the world. No way. Those guys, miss an opportunity to see you in a sexy wedding gown? Please."

"Yeah, right!" she giggled, punching me. "They were there for a lot better reason than that!"

Of course Summer was right. Following the success of the gifts she'd given them for Christmas, she and I had decided to do something similar with our wedding vows, invoking the spirit of each of us in our sacred promise. In honor of Aaron and how special he always made her feel, we vowed to cherish each other. In honor of Dave, celebrating his passionate devotion to her, we vowed to worship each other. In honor of John's fun-loving playfulness, we vowed to fill each other's life with happiness and laughter.

Above all, we vowed ... love. Always and forever, we would love each other. Love for us meant respecting one another, as well as having fun together. It meant a lifetime of shared adventures and complete trust. It meant a search for excitement, absolutely, yet we would also never be without our security blanket.

We wanted nothing more than to bring each other endless joy.

In a soft voice she said, "God, we had such a wonderful wedding. Everything about that day was perfect." Then she gave me a cute grin. "I still can't believe you allowed the part about 'worshipping' to be included in our formal vows. Knowing what it really means, that it's about sexually worshipping each other the way David worships my ass ... it was pretty ballsy of you to agree to that one, Mister Marshall. Yep, that was downright open-minded of you!"

"Not at all. For starters, Missus Marshall, you're wildly mistaken if you think Dave is the only one who worships your ass, or any other succulent inch of your perfect body. I completely worship you."

"You mean you ravenously worship me," she grinned, rubbing her bare thigh against my hardening cock. "I swear, ever since we got married, it's like you're channeling all three of them. The way you've been making love to me - the way you've been nonstop fucking me - it's just been overwhelming. My darling husband, I should probably warn you, right here and now. Baby, you've created a monster. I have become completely addicted to fucking you."

Sliding down my body, she took my cock into her mouth.

"Hey, it's a two-way street," I grinned, "which is the other reason why I loved the idea of including the 'worshipping' part. You also vowed to worship my body, so it was a win-win deal."

"Mmmm-hmmmmm," she growled playfully around my shaft. "I do, and I always will. I worship your perfect cock. I constantly crave your cum. Jake, I can never get enough."

She noisily sucked me; there was no soft, gentle pretense. Plain and simple, she was hungry again for cock. She released me only long enough to say, "As much cock as you feed me, and as much cum as I can drink, I'll never stop wanting more. It's like a drug to me. Baby, I want so badly for you to fuck me. Fucking you is my religion. I worship fucking you."

She pulled my erection from her mouth, kissing it and cooing to it as she ran the head all over her face, coating her full, swollen lips in pre-cum and saliva. Sucking it back inside, she took me deep down her throat, humming happily on the shaft. The little minx, she knew it always drove me crazy whenever she did that.

Pulling off for a moment, she grinned as she stroked my cock all over her face. "Believe me, Jake, you won't have to worry about that one. You will never be in doubt about my worshipping you sexually. I'm now Summer Marshall. I'm your Summer forever, and I can't wait to do anything and everything you could ever desire. Baby, you married me. My god, you made me your wife. You know who I am, and you know what I love." She started sucking me again before pulling back to whisper, "You know I love to flirt, and I always want to fuck."

She smiled sweetly as she slowly rubbed my cock across her nose and over her closed eyes. She pressed it between her naked breasts, sucking me as she titty-fucked herself. Pausing, she breathed hotly, "You know that I live for sex, and sucking cock."

Climbing up my body to straddle me, she positioned my tip at the entrance to her drenched pussy. She swiftly impaled herself, screaming with joy when I stabbed her cervix. "Oh, baby, yes, fuck your wife!" she cried, grinding her hips as her eyes rolled up into her head.

Quickly flopping down onto me, breasts to chest, nose to nose, she took my hands and placed them on her ass. Raising her hips, she began slowly and steadily fucking me. Her eyes fluttered, then refocused. Staring intensely, she bit my bottom lip and drove her hips into me with a wild urgency. Riding me hard and never blinking, she panted, "You know all this about me ... and still you chose me to be your wife. Do you have any idea how wet ... mmmm, how incredibly turned on ... that makes me? I know you want a hot wife. You chose me to be not just your wife but also your slut. Baby, you won't have to twist my arm. I want it just as much as you do, and I will worship you like you cannot imagine."

I kept thrusting into her, and she bucked her ass in a frenzy. "Oooh! Oooh! Oooh!" she moaned, her breathy voice becoming a high-pitched warble that matched the rhythm of her ass slapping against my hips.

Her gorgeous breasts were bouncing against my face, so I took a nipple in my mouth and clamped down on it. Her eyes snapped open, and she let out a gorgeous howl. I attacked that nipple, tugging fiercely with my sharp teeth while jamming two fingers straight into her warm, tight asshole. As I penetrated her perfect vise, I hissed, "Cum for me! Give it to me, you beautiful slut!" Twisting her nipple, I bit the other one while pressing a third finger up her ass. "I want that married cunt to cum HARD!" I urged, and that's when her dam broke.

She screamed at the top of her lungs, and her pussy began shooting torrents of hot, clear cum all over my balls and lower stomach. As she thrashed on my cock, her cum gushing everywhere, I drove my fingers into her ass while keeping my mouth clamped on her nipple.

Her orgasm far outlasted mine. Despite my climax having peaked following its fourth heavy pulse she continued to bounce and scream for another thirty seconds, until finally her legs gave out. Even after she stopped bouncing, her sleek thighs continued to jerk and spasm; she had no control over them. Her taut tummy quivered with each gush of clear fluid shooting from her pussy, and her back was pure sculpted granite. Summer had not an ounce of fat on her anyway, but when she came that violently her arched back was like a steel scimitar.

Her thighs gradually began to release, then her entire body suddenly went slack. Her ass pressed softly on my balls, her breasts flattening against my chest as her arms snaked around my head. Breathing heavily, she panted, "Like that ... just like that. Baby, that's what you do to me. That's what I worship, my beautiful husband."

"Honey, who was at the door earlier?" called out Summer, heading toward the kitchen.

I was sitting at the kitchen table, talking to a local internet guy named Dimitri.

Odd as it may have seemed to find a Russian with an internet business in Cozumel, there he was, sitting at my kitchen table. He came highly recommended by the guy at the local market, who was the one person Dave told me to rely on for advice once we'd made our way down to Cozumel. So, what the hell, I'd called and made an appointment for him to come out and see about setting up our internet.

Dimitri looked to be in his late thirties or early forties; probably ex-military, what with his trim, solid build and razor-edged haircut. He spoke thickly accented English, and while very polite he was also a bit on the dour side. To his left was his assistant, a kid whose name I hadn't yet caught.

"Ukrainian. Good worker. Doesn't talk much. Good worker," was all Dimitri said about him.

The boy appeared to be maybe in his mid-teens. Tall and lanky, and actually a reasonably good-looking kid, he was nevertheless so shy that he wouldn't even glance up from his lap where he held some sort of wooden puzzle game he constantly played.

"Oh! I didn't know we had company," Summer said, stopping short at the archway leading into the kitchen.

At the sound of her voice Dimitri turned his head, and the kid finally looked up from his game. While Dimitri made a small strangled sound in his throat, the boy's eyes just about popped out.

"These are the internet guys, the people Dale told us to call," I explained to Summer.

"Dale's the super nice man at the market, right?"

"Yeah, he's the guy Dave told us to see once we got down here, remember? Dale recommended these guys to me for our internet."

"Oh, right, I remember now. You said people would be coming by. I just didn't hear them come in."

"Yeah, you were asleep. I didn't want to wake you."

Summer walked into the kitchen, and I only wish the guys had been there to see the stunned reactions of poor Dimitri and the kid.

As she approached the table, Summer was only wearing three things. For starters, she had Aaron's bejeweled silver bracelet on her right biceps, which she never took off. It was the one gift of Aaron's she felt secure in wearing every day.

She was also wearing a tiny 'Cozumel' tank top; an old, threadbare relic she'd found in one of the dresser drawers in our bedroom. Pale yellow and stretched out all to hell, it had huge arm holes that went to the middle of her ribs. The neckline was similarly low, coming down to the midpoint of her breasts. The top didn't quite reach her belly button, and the skinny shoulder straps didn't cover much either. Though her prominent areolas were covered, that didn't really matter since they clearly showed right through anyway. Besides, the shirt was so flimsy that the straps constantly slid off her shoulders.

Lastly, Summer was wearing a pair of sheer, emerald green panties. They weren't a g-string, or even a thong; they were Brazilian cut, riding high on her hips to expose most of her ass.

Funny thing, those panties. Once we'd arrived in Cozumel, Summer had taken to going completely bottomless, or she'd wear some sort of tiny panties. She hadn't even bothered to bring a bikini.

When I asked her about that, a gleam came to her eyes as she smiled, "Didn't think I'd need one."

The other thing was that she had allowed some of her pussy hair to grow back. Whereas before the wedding she'd always been shaved completely bare, in Mexico she sported a small, neatly trimmed rectangle of auburn pubic hair above her slit. She was still shaved clean from the top of her pussy down through her entire split, but she'd decorated herself with a fetching little eye-catcher of a landing strip.

Her sheer panties did nothing to hide any of it.

In describing her new landing strip, she'd grinned, "That's the point, baby. With just this tiny bit of pubic hair you can see how sheer my panties really are. If I'm not wearing panties, now you can definitely tell that it's my naked pussy you're seeing, not merely a pair of flesh-colored panties. When you see my little landing strip, even from far away, you know for sure that you're seeing my pussy, which is still completely bare. Same as before, you can see my lips and my clit - my entire pussy. Once I become wet, my panties still show the spreading moisture. Because of the contrasting pubic hair, though, it's more of a 'taboo' thing, like you're getting to see something you shouldn't. I think it looks sexier this way."

Yes. Absolutely. We could clearly see her pussy through her sheer panties. Even better - and this just always drove me crazy - her panties were so small that a little bit of pubic hair was peeking out over the top.

With her sparkling blue-green eyes and wild auburn hair, along with her little outfit of a see-through yellow top and sheer green panties, she looked like a leprechaun porn star.

Back in the kitchen, having already been caught in her sexy panties and skimpy top, Summer decided just to go with it. With a friendly smile, she offered Dimitri her hand in greeting. "Pleased to meet you. I'm Summer."

Embarrassed over his poor manners, Dimitri quickly stood from the table while swatting the kid with his cap. The boy jumped up like he'd sat on a tack, which made Summer smile.

Formally taking her hands, Dimitri sort of bowed his head and mumbled, "Thank you to meet you. I am Dimitri, at your service."

When he released her hands, she took a step towards the kid, who dropped straight to his knees, bowing before her. With Summer trying not to giggle, the boy took off his cap and furiously shook her hand, never once looking up at her.

Grinning, she affectionately patted him on the head. "You may rise, my handsome prince," she said sweetly, making even Dimitri laugh.

"You are very good! Very good princess!" he crowed, trying not to be too obvious as he watched Summer's breasts jiggle both from her laughter and from the kid's frantic shaking of her hand.

"Bootiful pretty," said the boy, finally lifting his gaze to Summer's face. He said it with such reverence that it obviously took Summer by surprise, and she was more than a little moved.

Gently touching his cheek, she gave him a warm smile. "Oooh, you are a charmer, aren't you?"

Dimitri chuckled something in Russian to the kid, who smiled bashfully at Summer before saying something back to Dimitri.

"I think he like pretty princess!" grinned Dimitri, and it seemed the ice had been broken. Having dropped the dour act, he was laughing and obviously joking affectionately with the shy boy.

"My nephew," he said to Summer. "For him this is first time out of Ukraine. He say no pretty girls in Ukraine, not princess like you. He, how you say, not rocket scientist, but his eyes work good!"

Again, he laughed. The kid just shuffled his feet while smiling down at his shoes.

Touching the boy's chin to raise his gaze again, Summer said to Dimitri, "Tell him, 'Thank you for the compliment. You're both very sweet.' Oh, and also tell him, 'I think you're both very handsome princes too.'"

Dimitri blinked ... once, twice.

Realizing she was showing Dimitri her bare ass through her skimpy sheer panties, she looked over her shoulder to give him a warm, welcoming smile. "It's okay," she said, turning to take his hands. "Tell him. I want you to." She looked back at the kid, knowing she was showing her bare ass to him too.

Dimitri spoke to the boy, who responded by looking confused. The Russian seemed to repeat what he'd said, only more slowly, with a rising lilt in his delivery. The kid guffawed and quickly sat down in his chair. Grabbing his wooden puzzle game, his hands were almost frantic as they went back to work.

"Dimitri, what's his name?" asked Summer, moving to stand behind the boy. Smiling, she touched his shoulder. When he looked up at her, she dazzled him with an even prettier smile. Attempting to return it, he gave her a silly lopsided grin.

"His name is Alexei. We call him Alex. He just turn sixteen yesterday."

"Oh, I wish I'd known!" she said, leaning down to kiss Alex and wish him a happy birthday. When Dimitri explained to him what she was saying and doing, he smiled and nodded bashfully to her. Running her hands affectionately over his back, she grinned, "I don't have any birthday cake handy, but may I offer you and Alex some breakfast? We haven't eaten yet, and I'd be happy to make everyone breakfast while you discuss the job."

"That'd be awesome, honey," I said.

"Anything in particular you would like?"

"Whatever you want to make is fine, but have your coffee first. Relax a little, and get yourself started. There's no rush, baby. We'll be here awhile."

"Coffee?" she asked, gesturing with a coffee pot to Dimitri and Alex.

"Thank you! Please, yes. Very good," said Dimitri.

Setting out coffee mugs for each of us, Summer leaned over our shoulders to pour everyone a cup. When she pressed her breast into Alex's deltoid, he went stiff as a board.

Dimitri didn't miss a thing, noticing with laser focus the way her top fell away from her breasts, baring them to the nipples every time she leaned forward. When she poured my cup, her shoulder strap slipped down to her elbow, completely exposing her left breast.

"Oops," she said, smiling to Dimitri as she smoothly plucked the strap from her arm and slid it back over her shoulder.

Once everyone was taken care of, Summer took her cup outside to the back porch. As she lounged on a beach chair, sipping her coffee while reading a magazine, we all watched her through the sliding-glass patio door.

"Let Alex know we'll be having breakfast here soon," I said to Dimitri.

"Brek-fest. I know brek-fest word," said Alex, looking up at me with a proud smile. Using a knife-and-fork cutting motion, he made an eating gesture.

Nodding, I returned his smile. "Half-hour," I said, pointing at my watch, gesturing with my index finger to show the minute hand moving halfway around the dial.

"Is good," he said, nodding his understanding.

"Dale say you and Summer married only short time, come here on honeymoon," Dimitri said.

"Yes, we're here on our honeymoon," I smiled, looking out at Summer.

Dimitri also looked at her, then he turned back to me with a knowing smirk. "You are very fortunate man. Dale say you are very good people, too. He only send me good people. Dale is good man."

"He says the same about you. He said I can trust you to do good work, at a fair price."

"Yes, very good job. I do good job for you and pretty princess." He opened up his little binder, and we began to discuss the job.

A few minutes later, Summer came back in and started working on breakfast.

I had to give Alex credit. That poor kid desperately wanted to ogle Summer, but he did his best to keep his head down, listening to our conversation.

In the meantime Summer breezed around the kitchen, bopping here and skipping there, occasionally stopping to look over our shoulders at the paperwork Dimitri was explaining. Shifting her feet and moving her hips, she kept up a sexy little dance while standing at the stove.

Her legs and ass looked like, well, Summer, and Summer happily dancing in her panties was just about the most heartbreakingly beautiful and joyous sight imaginable.

While leaning across the counter on tiptoes to grab a bottle of seasoning, her calf would flex, her other leg stretching out straight behind her. Every time she opened herself up for us like that, beams of sunlight shining into the kitchen went right through her sheer panties, vividly illuminating her gorgeous sex.

Noticing that Dimitri had stopped talking, I turned back to him, only to be met by his big, grinning face. He didn't say a thing, but we both knew I hadn't been paying any attention to whatever he'd just been saying.

With a laugh I shrugged, holding up my palms in an admission of guilt. "You're right, Dimitri. I am a very fortunate man, and I apologize for being so rude."

He laughed too, and I returned my attention to the paperwork he was explaining.

Beaming brightly, Summer was soon serving us a beautiful breakfast of chorizo omelets and fresh fruit. Once we were all through eating, Dimitri and Alex began working on setting us up. They were checking our house's wiring when Summer said she was going to go catch some rays.

Grabbing a towel, a book, some sun cream and her sunglasses, she made her way outside to her favorite spot on the sand. After spreading her towel, she lay on her stomach facing the house. After she'd read for a little while, she dropped her head onto her folded arms and dozed off.

As I was loading the dishwasher, Dimitri came and told me he needed to grab a different modem from his shop. Saying he'd be back in about half an hour, he asked whether it would be okay for Alex to hang out and continue working on the wiring. I told him that'd be fine, then I went outside to join Summer.

Ten minutes later Alex appeared by the side of the house, indicating that he was finished. Summer lifted her head and waved him over, so he came and sat down beside us. He wasn't there but a minute or so before he gestured first to the ocean then to his t-shirt. Tugging on it, he said, "Is hot! I go?" He was asking for permission to take a swim.

Nodding, I pulled my shirt off and headed towards the water. He jumped up and ran ahead of me, pitching himself headlong into the surf. Following him in, I dove beneath the waves and swam for a bit before surfacing in waist-high water.

Wham! I was immediately tackled right back into the surf.

Tumbling around together beneath the water, it was fairly obvious as to who had tackled me. Alex was never going to feel that soft and sexy.

After regaining my footing, I tried to stand again, only to have Summer jump on my back. Wrapping her arms and legs around me, she leaned down and gave me a huge raspberry in my ear. "Morning, sunshine!" she laughed, never letting go. She just pressed her breasts into me while locking her ankles together, holding on tightly as I lurched about in slow, awkward circles like Frankenstein's monster.

Clinging to her perch upon my back, she grinned at Alex, who was laughing at our antics. Finally she released her anaconda death grip, dropping herself underwater. Slithering between my legs, she paused to grab my cock and shake it before surfacing in front of me. She jumped up again, this time facing me as she locked her arms and legs around me.

"Kiss me, you fool!" she giggled, offering me her lips in an exaggerated kissing motion. When I leaned in to kiss her, she attacked, noisily smacking her lips and tongue all over my mouth.

"Mmmm, you taste like spicy sausage," she said, licking my lips.

"You taste like ... Summer!" I shouted, flinging myself on top of her, dunking us both. Once we were underwater, I scooted down and captured her panties-covered pussy in my mouth. Even underwater I could hear her excited squeal when I gently bit into her before pulling her back up.

Spluttering and laughing, she shouted, "You cheated, you big, fat cheater!" Kicking her legs while windmilling her arms, she splashed me with everything she had.

"I learned from the best," I chuckled, splashing her right back.

She slowly slinked her way over to me, sliding into my embrace. Reaching up to hook her arms around my neck, she pulled me in for a much more sensual kiss. While grinding her pussy against my growing bulge, she smiled, "You are so bad, biting my pussy like that. I ought to pull your big cock out and fuck you right here. You deserve it, you know, especially after letting me blunder nearly naked into a kitchen full of strangers."

"Welcome to paradise, gorgeous," I grinned, slipping my hands inside her panties to cup that perfect ass.

"God, this really is paradise. I still can't believe this place is all ours. Remind me to thank David when he gets here..." With a mischievous sparkle in her eyes, she playfully swished her bottom back and forth in my hands.

I laughed, "Now why do I suspect it won't be necessary for me to remind you?"

"Details," she said, smiling as her hands slid inside my shorts, one cupping my ass, the other stroking my dick. Kissing me again and sucking my tongue, she moaned into my mouth before pulling back to grin, "You're right. I won't forget."

After watching us for awhile, Alex had gone back to the sand and plopped himself down beside Summer's towel.

"Clever boy. I think he's taken a real fancy to the beautiful princess," I said, leading Summer back to her towel.

"He's absolutely adorable. Can we keep him?" she grinned. As we walked up the sand, she slid her hand down the back of my shorts to play with my ass.

Laughing, I smacked her tight little bottom. "Baby, look what you've done to him! He doesn't even know where to look!"

Taking a quick glance down her body, Summer noticed that not only had her skimpy top become completely transparent but so had her panties, which had also managed to slip halfway down her ass. Most of her small patch of pubic hair was exposed over the top of the loose waistband.

Coyly biting her lip, she looked up at me with another mischievous smile. "Oh, I'll make it easy for him to decide."

When we arrived back at her towel, Summer went to her knees alongside Alex. Leaning down to grab her sun cream, she handed it to him. "That's sun screen. You rub it on me," she said, making a rubbing gesture up and down her body. Crossing her arms, she reached for the bottom of her wet t-shirt and pulled it over her head. Smiling sexily as she bared her breasts to him, she casually dropped her top beside her book. Again she made her 'rubbing in the cream' gesture, then she lay on her stomach.

"Take a seat," she grinned, motioning for him to sit astride her pooched-up ass. When she lowered her head to her folded arms, Alex tentatively shifted over, stopping once he was next to her hip. "No, here..." she said, jiggling and patting her bottom. She took him by the wrist to pull him on top of her, and finally he gave in, straddling her upper thighs. "Close enough. Now rub in cream," she said, abbreviating her speech for his benefit. Looking over her shoulder, she made a rubbing motion on her lower back.

Alex stared at me like a deer caught in the headlights.

I laughed, "You heard her! Rub!" Reaching forward with two hands, I made a rubbing motion on her back.

He tried to hand me the cream, gesturing that I should do it, but I just laughed and leaned back, letting him know the floor was his. It looked like Summer had chosen him to be her next lucky victim, and I wasn't about to spoil their fun.

Alex had a confused look on his face, as if to say, "Seriously? You don't want to? You want me to do this? Are you insane?"

I just nodded while gesturing with my head to Summer, who gave him an inviting smile. Lifting onto her elbows, her stunning breasts swaying heavily beneath her, she took his hand and placed it on her lower back. After guiding his fingers around in circles for a bit, she took the bottle from him and turned it upside down, pointing it to the spot where she had him rubbing her. She squeezed out some cream and handed him back the bottle before returning her head to its resting place atop her arms, finally ending her little demonstration with another tempting wiggle of her ass.

Alex gently placed his hands in the goop, using his fingertips to spread it up and down her back. Once he'd used it all, he picked up the bottle and squeezed out a huge dollop of the stuff. After rubbing it between his palms, he returned his hands to her, and Summer sighed happily. Encouraged, he began doing circles across her waist. She reached up and pulled her long hair to the side, exposing her entire back. Taking the hint, he began doing smoothing circles along her spine and over her shoulders.

Still appearing rather uncertain about the whole thing, he gave me a quick glance.

Gesturing to the house, I made a drinking motion, asking him if he'd like a drink. He nodded.

I got up and went into the house to grab three cold bottles of water from the fridge. Instead of heading straight back out, though, I stopped at the kitchen window. As I took a moment to watch them, Summer looked up and blew me a kiss before giving me a secretive little smile. She subtly gestured for me to stay put. Her message was clear: Alex was already freaked out, and my being there with them was only making him even more nervous.

Turning back to him, Summer made a motion that she wanted to get up. Once he scrambled off of her, she rose to her knees and gestured for him to stay there.

She came to the kitchen and took two bottles of water. Kissing me, she said, "He's absolutely terrified. I just want to let him relax and calm down a little. I need you to stay here, but you have to promise you won't cum from watching us. I don't want you wasting a drop."