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Part 1: The Adventure Begins
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Convergence can be a wonderful thing, and I could sense convergence in the air.

I watch you pack for our weekend trip to a hotel two hours drive away — knowing that we will not only be getting a much-delayed honeymoon to celebrate our marriage, but also a chance to fulfill some of your deepest desires.

You only know I have been planning this for several weeks. You’re anticipating a relaxed weekend together — a big suite at a nice hotel…a fluffy bed…a hot tub in the room…room service…making love, cuddling and lounging, then making love some more.

I have that in mind, too…but I also have some other plans you don’t know about. All the result of convergence.

For example, you don’t know that your Uncle Frank had called a few weeks ago while you were out. He wanted you to know he’d be at a seminar and was hoping we could get together. I assured him we’d love to meet for drinks.

You also don’t know that when I called to make a room reservation, I learned the same hotel is also hosting a workshop for firefighters from around the state that same weekend — and that the hotel will be packed with horny men, away from their wives and girlfriends.

I watch you, feeling such gratitude and pride…and such deep and abiding love…for the beautiful woman who has become my wife. Even as my heart fills with warmth and love, my cock stirs at the same time. If all goes according to plan, you will be fucked senseless in the coming hours — not only by strangers, but also by a blood relative who you have waited far too long to take into your mouth and molten pussy.

I can hardly wait to give you to them, Yvonne!

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Part 2: The Drive
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After loading the suitcases in the car, I walk back into the bedroom to admire you in your cute shorts and top.

“I have something else I’d like to see you wear, Yvonne,” I say. You look at me curiously, because “dressing you” is a first.

“Sure, Daniel,” you reply.

“Strip naked,” I tell you, and you do (of course). I take a moment to admire you beautiful nude body…in fact, my admiration is so intense, you actually blush just a little.

Reaching into the closet, I pull out a small shopping bag and hand it to you. “Here you go, hon…just put these on. Nothing else.”

You take it…realizing it weighs almost nothing. Sitting the bag on the bed, you pull out the clothes I want you to wear. Your breathing takes on a slightly shallower pitch when you realize how naked you will feel dressed only in a thin, silky white button-up blouse, a short silky black skirt with an elastic waistband and open sandals with just enough heel to keep the muscles in your legs defined.

“Just this, Daniel? The blouse will be almost transparent without a bra and shell underneath…and this skirt will barely cover my bottom, darling!”

“I want you to show off your beautiful nipples and ass, Yvonne.” I wink playfully. “I’m sure the men around you won’t mind, baby.”

You pull the skirt on, then the flowing fabric of the blouse around you…buttoning it from the bottom. Four buttons from the collar, when you reach the button directly between your breasts, I lay my hand on yours.

“That’s far enough, Yvonne.” I feel you tremble a little, but you stop and step into the sandals. You feel utterly naked from the waist down…and my smile tells you that’s exactly how I want you to feel.

“Well,” I say, “you’re ready. Let’s go, honey!”

Walking to the car, the sunshine warming your skin, the breeze passing through your blouse as if it weren’t there, making your very obvious nipples almost painfully hard…that same breeze reaching under the short skirt and playfully caressing your moist pussy…I watch as your arousal begins to kindle in a low heat at the center of your belly.

“You are such a beautiful SLUT,” I whisper in your ear. The coal of desire glows a little brighter…and I smile.

I hold the car door open, and watch you struggle to not flash your muff to the neighborhood as take your seat. You click the seatbelt into place…and I open the back seat door, sliding in directly behind you.

What am I doing? you wonder, and the answer comes quickly. I gently pull your hands behind the seat, and bind your wrists together with a soft, silk scarf. You are now trapped in the seat, you chest thrust forward, your hands bound.

I lean in and whisper in your ear: “Can’t have you interfering with the show, can I honey?”

It makes me chuckle when I see your nipples poke out even harder…now sticking through the thin silk blouse like a pair of fleshy ju-ju beans. Moving to the front seat, I slide in behind the wheel…and tweak those firm nips just for fun. You gasp, and I back out of the driveway.

Once we reach the freeway, I unbutton your blouse all the way, and pushing the material to the sides…exposing your pretty little breasts and turgid nipples. Another mile, and your skirt is bunched at your hips…putting your pussy on display too.

You protest…weakly…as my right hand begins to play gently in the wet folds of your cunt…but with your hands tied behind there is little you can do to stop me. Besides, the protests are traded for sighs when my fingers begin to stroke and tickle your clit.

Over and over, for the two hours we travel down the highway, I bring you to the verge of orgasm…then move my fingers away from your clit onto your soaked inner thighs…just short of release.